4 comments/ 51572 views/ 4 favorites Is This The Lady I Married? By: swatz4me Lets start with a brief introduction. My name is Paul, I'm a thirty something year old husband of a forty something year old wife named Becky. We've been together for just under ten wonderful years (so I thought). I manage a sporting goods store across town, Becky is a middle school math teacher. From the outside we have a pretty normal life, and that's just what it used to be...normal. In my spare time I used to like to watch sports, hangout with friends, and surf the net . The later is what caused our relationship to change. In a nut shell, Becky was simply sick and tired of my lazy butt. Then, with the help of her education from her technology class she figured out how to check our internet history, which wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been so bad. You see I had a secret interest in female domination. When Becky found that I had visited almost one hundred sites and maxed out a credit card (that she didn't know I had) looking for "Wife spanks Husband" web sites. Well I guess you might say the sh** hit the fan. Which is where I will begin my story. It seemed like just another day at work until Becky called. All I a had chance to say was hello, Becky really chewed me out, I've never heard her so angry. She told me that she had found out about my little secrets and if I was lucky she let me come get some of my clothes to start my new life with, then hung up. I mean I know that hiding anything your spouse is wrong, but some things are hard to talk about. Right? I just could not believe that after all we had been through this was the end. I was really ashamed and figured that I had gone too far this time. When I arrived home the door was locked and my key no longer opened it. I found a note that read: In the carport you will find a change of clothes in a paper sack. Get a room somewhere. I need time to think. That was all it said. I was afraid, truly lost. I called my best friend John to see if I could stay at his place for a few days or until Becky had cooled off enough to let me come home. I couldn't believe my ears, he said, "no". Becky had called his wife and told her that I needed time "to think" and that staying with them would be to comfortable. I was headed for the hotel. I understood their position she is their friend too, and besides it would be more than a little uncomfortable explaining why I was given the boot. The next two weeks were spent at the hotel. I called and left Becky messages daily to no avail for over a week. The second week I figured I would just leave her be. Hoping that somehow maybe she'd miss me a little. I was standing at the counter counting down my cash drawer, I looked up and there she was. Standing right in front of me was my love. I didn't have the words, I stuttered and stammered like some drunken fool. I told her how I missed her, and loved her, and how I'd never betray her again. She told me to come by the house when I was finished and we would discuss the direction four future. This didn't sound good. I know that tone in her voice, I'm thinking she's already hired a lawyer. I stopped down the street from our house, just to pull myself together. I decided if this was the end then I wanted to take it like a man! As I walked up to the house Becky greeted me at the door and led me in. She pointed at a dining room chair and told me to sit. I did. Becky then laid down two documents, she instructed me to read them carefully that our future was in my hands. Becky was making dinner so she left me alone with my reading. I opened the first envelope, it was the ever so dreaded divorce papers. She was very fair, everything was divided evenly. I had no argument with any of the asset disbursements. I then opened the second envelope. I started to read, my mouth went dry, my palms started to sweat. A shiver swept my body. This was yet another legal document. My wife had a Domestic Discipline Contract drawn up. It basically said that I would give her all rights discipline me as needed at her discretion. It was very detailed with no room for misunderstanding. Becky invited me to stay for dinner. Meatloaf, it was the first good meal I had eaten in two weeks. We didn't talk much during our meal. Just small talk about the weather, work etc. When the meal was over she walked me to the door and told me to bring back the notarized document of my choice tomorrow by 5:00pm. I argued about the notary, how embarrassing it would be if a chose the DD arrangement. She simply stated that getting the divorce paper notarized would be less embarrassing. It was an easy choice. I pictured my love swatting my rear end and laughing, you know all for the fun of it. The next morning I drove one hundred miles to Grove City just so there would be no chance I would ever see the notary public again. The drive was horrible, I just kept thinking of how to act when signing this document. I arrived at the address and went inside. I was relieved at first, the woman behind the desk was older and seemed very friendly. I told I had a personal document in need of notarizing. She explained the fee and asked for my I.D., then called "Nickie" to please come notarize a document. I was frozen, my world as I knew had just changed, I then realized the power my Becky had over me. I was sitting in front of possibly the most beautiful twenty five year old woman I'd ever seen(sorry honey). With a very shaky hand I gave the document to Nikie to read. This seemed to take forever, she read it word for word out loud for the whole world to hear. She then got out her book, took down all the info from my I.D. and asked me if I was signing under my own free will. I said yes very timidly. She stamped the paper, I signed, she signed. Nickie asked me if I'd like a drink of water, she that I didn't look so good. She was right, I felt like puking. After a few minutes I felt better and was on my way. On the way out the door Nickie said, " Be a good little boy". That one hit me like a freight train. All the back to town my mind was reeling of the web site visions, women dressed in office looking suits playfully slapping their man's asses until it turns pink, then having their way with them. I thought I had made a wise decision, given the choices. I could not wait to get home! I had talked myself into a fantasy. I made it home in record time. Becky was not home from work yet so I waited out front. It seemed like an eternity. The longer I waited the more time I had to think about our new arrangement, this was driving me crazy. By this time I had a raging hard on and was about to do something with it when Becky pulled into the driveway. I jumped out to greet Becky. That's when she put things into perspective. First off she wanted to she my paperwork. Right there in the driveway she commended me on having the balls to get our "Domestic Discipline Contract" legalized. I asked her to hold her voice down, the neighbors could hear. She laughed, and said," I got the whole idea from one of our neighbors. By the time I'm done paddling your ass for everything that led up to this, the whole neighborhood is going to know about our arrangement. So shut up and get inside before I give you a good spanking right here." I was devastated. Once inside things did not get any better. Becky reminded me of the rules to our new arrangement: 1. No opinion over disciplinary matters 2. No hesitation for disciplinary corrections 3. Any insubordination could result in divorce Becky gave me the additional rules for the weekend. 1. No speaking unless spoken to 2. Not to have more than one layer of clothing covering my ass 3. Do nothing without her permission Basically I gave her total control, and I was about to learn exactly what that meant. After this degrading, she ordered me upstairs to strip and pick out two implements for her to use on my inaugural spanking. I found everything in the drawer right where she said to look. There was a large hair brush, a ruler, a ping pong paddle (from my store), and a leather strap. My stomach was knotted. I felt like puking again. She yelled for me to hurry that her patience had already run out. I quickly grabbed the paddle and the ruler and hurried down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs she stood arms folded waiting. This did not look at all what it looked like in my head not twenty minutes earlier. She then barked at me that I was standing before her to receive punishment and I had not disrobed. That was added to my list of punishable crimes. I quickly stripped. What happened next was the most humiliating event of my life. Becky bent me over at the waist, she tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair and had me lean on the back of the chair. She then opened all of our down stairs windows so that our neighbors or anyone walking by could certainly hear and possibly see what was being administered. She positioned the chair in a manner so that a mirror was in front of me. She ordered for me to watch and thank her for each blow. This was the first time in my that I begged. She told me that begging is punishable, and has been added to the list. Becky apologized to me for allowing things to get to this point, but there is no turning back now! "Are you ready?" she asked. Like my answer would matter. I heard the paddle cut through the air and heard the landing a split second later. Wow, did that get my attention!! . I cried out like a school girl. I felt the burn in every nerve ending in my body. Before I could recover, down came another and another. I could feel the fever on my ass growing with each swing. Then she stopped and calmly asked when I was going to start counting, or was I letting her have a few warm up swings. Crap! "Starting at one, lets begin again", she said. Each swing seemed harder, the tears were running down my face. I lost count around thirty because I couldn't keep up. The paddle broke right after that. She used the ruler until she realized it really didn't hurt after feeling the sting of the paddle. Becky noticed that our neighbor, Ruth had found a good vantage point and had been watch for who knows how long. Becky untied me she said she needed a break, her arm was getting sore. She pointed at corner and told me to put my nose in it as she walked out the front door to chat with Ruth. I'm guessing Ruth's the one with all the ideas, she raised four boys and more than once I heard the crack of a belt coming from their side of the fence. The phone was ringing, Becky was outside with Ruth. There was no way I was going to move an inch from my corner, I was working shortening my list. The answering picked up. I truly think Becky was testing to see if I'd answer it. "Ha-ha not this time", I thought. After the answering machine greeting played I heard a terrifying voice. No way, this could not be happening to me. It was Nickie, asking to speak to the lady of the house. She said " I notarized an interesting document today regarding an arrangement you made with your husband. I would like to further discuss this arrangement. Please call me at ###-####...Thank you." Awe shit, I'm thinking maybe I should have taken my chances and picked up the phone. I really hope she's just looking for information. When Becky came in she commended me for holding my post in the corner. "Now back to the business at hand",she announces. According to her we still have three punishments to get caught up on tonight. My love instructs me to go up stairs and lay facedown on the bed with a few pillows under me for elevation. I quickly do as I'm told. After what seems like forever, Becky joins me in the bedroom. She says regrettably has to add another punishment to my list. This time for not telling her of a phone message. I argued that I had been instructed to keep my mouth shut unless I was spoken to. This didn't work, Becky's the boss she'll make the rules. My next punishment began. Out of what seemed like thin air came this mind blowing crash to my raised ass. I turned to see what hellish tool had just lit my already tender backside afire. Apparently, Ruth, with her southern generosity loaned Becky a sawed off boat oar. Yes I said boat oar. And oh my God did this shed a whole new light on how far my wife would go to make sure I was very sorry for hurting her. I could actually feel the wind on my body from the oar after each blow. The pummeling kept coming. I am really surprised on how much I took before she found some mercy for me. After my convulsing ceased and my breathing returned to normal, Becky said that we have a clean slate for now. She washed my face and gently rubbed my oh so very sore butt with some cooling cream. Becky sent me down to the couch for the night. I hadn't earn a place in her bed yet. We said our good nights and I headed for the couch. I quickly nodded off to sleep. I started reliving everything all over again when I was woken by the sound of my wife's voice from upstairs. I strained to hear but all I could catch was," It was good talking to you Nickie, I look forward to meeting you soon." I got no sleep the rest of that night. To be continued... Is This The Lady I Married? Ch. 02 A few weeks later..... My life has really changed. I have gotten used to my new role as my wife's "good boy". Becky and I are now completely open about everything, I hide nothing from her. Each day when I get home Becky asks me if I need to "tell her anything". If not, she'll then ask me if I've done anything to deserve a spanking. If I've been good she asks me if I want to be spanked. The first time Becky asked me this I thought to myself, " why would I want to be punished if I've done nothing wrong?" It wasn't long before I was answering that question myself. It had been about a week since my Becky had reminded me who was boss, not because she'd forgotten but because I'd been so good, then I caught myself doing the strangest thing. I was trying to figure how I could get Becky to spank me, this yearning had developed without my consent, I was much too embarrassed to ask for a spanking. I had snapped, this is when I realized I was hopeless. When Becky came home that night, she asked me the usual questions. When she asked me if I deserved a spanking I told her....yes. I lied to her and said that I had almost used my work computer to check out one of those forbidden internet sites. Much to my dismay, she didn't take after my ass like I had hoped. Instead, we went shopping. Becky said, "put on your shoes, we going to the hardware store." Hardware? Together we shopped for all the materials and tools for me to fashion my own paddle. We picked out a nice piece of oak, a coping saw, sand paper, and some linseed oil. At the check out stand a young pretty cashier named Claudia asked me what I was building. I thought I would die right there. Before I could give her a generic answer, Becky piped, "he's crafting a paddle for me to use on his ass when he's bad. Right, Paul?" Eyes down I responded, "yes, that's right." Claudia took my check and verified my I.D. and said, "Paul, you should be thankful you have someone that cares enough to use discipline to keep you on the straight and narrow." She winked at me and said, " be good." The drive home was quiet. I was so embarrassed, I should have known to use the self serve check out. By now everyone at the big box store knows about my demise. When we arrived home I started right away on my paddle. It was a simple design, much like a ping pong paddle. I took about two hours to complete my little shop project. Sanded to a smooth hand oiled finish, my product was pretty professional looking. I went inside to present my creation to my Becky. She smiled and said that she was pleased in its craftsmanship. "Now go take off you clothes and stand in the corner, I'll only be a minute", Becky said. After what seem like forever, Becky instructed me to the chair, I found it in its usual position. Becky told me that because of my honesty she would stop the spanking when I said I had had enough. Just then the phone rang. Becky answer, " Hello,.....hi, yeah, actually we are in the process right now. No-no, it would take too long for you to get here.... Next time we will plan better, but you can listen right now if you'd like to." Becky laid the phone on the chair and told me to acknowledge Nickie from the notary office. I tried to object but before the words could form in my head she had begun. Crack ,Crack ,Crack, she quickly fell into rhythm. Side to side, aiming for fresh areas, gaining in intensity the paddling went on and on. Before I new it I was sobbing, exclaiming my love for her, blubbering about how I loved for her to paddle me, and how sexy I thought she looked with a paddle in her hand. My spanking ended and I gratefully thanked Becky. That was when I realized Nickie was still listening on the phone. Becky picked up the phone, " Still there? ....Oh yeah, he has taken to this like a duck to water.... Yep, he definitely likes it, this paddling was from for something he "almost" did. Before you know it he'll be begging for a spanking. I think you can train your Marc the same way. I'll have Paul make you a nice paddle to use. Come by Saturday and we'll show you some of the basics." Becky ended her call. I could tell by the look on her face she was pleased with the upcoming weekend. I could tell by the lump in my throat it really didn't matter what I thought. The rest of the night I treated Becky like a queen. I must be doing some things right, I'm sleeping in her bed and she's been allowing me to make love to her. See you on Saturday... Is This The Lady I Married? Ch. 03 Now that my corner time is up, I can write this chapter. What a day. Some of it is just a blur, but I'll try to recall as much as possible. The morning started with Becky under the covers giving me a most wonderful wake up call. She rarely performs orally on me, never without me begging. Today was different. This morning she was on a mission. She brought me to the edge several times. She even choked herself once, completely unheard of in our bedroom. I was wondering what I had done to deserve this rare pleasure, then I remembered Becky's conversation with Nickie, from the Notary office. The head that I was receiving wasn't for something I had done, it for something I was going to do. The thought of what may be in the mind of my bride frightened me to the bone. She had absolutely no problem humiliating me, and apparently we were having company today. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?" Becky asked while stroking my rock hard penis. "Do you mean it? Please don't tease me." I begged "I'll swallow every drop if you promise to do everything as you are told today little boy.....everything!" I think by this time I would have agreed to do anything she demanded, I certainly did not want her to stop. This was the first time since we got back together I've been given the opportunity to cum without having to service myself. "Please let me come in you mouth I'll do anything you want, just please let me cum!" The words kind of echoed in my head but I was to far gone to care. Just then the little explosions started, I could feel my balls tighten. I looked down at Becky, she was fucking my dick with her mouth. Sucking hard with long thrusts, rubbing her tongue on the under side of my dick on the up stroke. That was it! I blew, toes curled, both hand grasping the sheets ripping them off the corners of the bed. I came harder than I can remember, I was seeing spots and convulsing, unloading wave after wave of cum. Becky continued to work on me until she was sure that I was satisfied. She even caught the droplets dripping down her chin with her pinky finger and licked it clean. I remember Becky telling me to breath. Wow. Whew. Reality was coming back. Wow. I asked if I could return the favor to Becky. She readily agreed. I licked her pussy with purpose, sucking her nub and tonguing her puckered hole. I held her tight, sucking on her hard. She was writhing and squirming. I knew she there when the low groans and squealing turned into blood curdling screams of profanity. I slipped a finger in her asshole, she grabbed the back of my head and I swear she was trying to shove my head into her pussy. I know she came for all she was worth, Becky's pussy was pulsating and leaking, her juices were all over my face and the bed was soaked. I lapped at her until she begged me to stop. We showered together, soaped each other up, and made sure all of the hard to reach places were squeaky clean. It really felt good to be with her. After all that she had put me through lately I somehow had fallen in love with her again. This felt all fresh and new. Becky dried me off and told me how much she loved me, she said the new position of our marriage seem to suit us. Becky liked being in charge. More so I liked Becky to be in charge. For the next couple of hours we straighten up the house, you know the usual Saturday chores. Becky had me doing all of my list in the nude. Washing windows does get a little tricky. I like being vulnerable, naked for her. I think Becky likes it too. I seem to be semi aroused most of the time. The only time I'm allowed clothing is when I'm out of the house. Becky says this helps me to remember our arrangement. Ding dong. It was the door bell. Panic, I always do when I hear the door. I'm up the stairs in flash. You see I'm deathly afraid that Becky will humiliate me again. She really likes to see me blush, it's another one of those reminders of her authority. "Please get the door Paul. Nickie's here for some pointers on how to train her man" She said. "And don't you even think of covering up. Now get the door or we'll never have another moment like this morning!" I was mortified. Not only was I being put on display, but I was going to be a part of some poor guys down fall. And to top it off, my dick was hard. Reluctantly I started down the stairs to get the door. "Grab your paddle on the way down, Nickie's going to need it. I want you to give it to at the door and invite her in." Becky chuckled a little after this demand. I took a deep breath, looked down at my traitorous manhood and opened the door. Without even a hesitation I offered the paddle to Nickie and said, " Becky asked me to give this to you, please come in and make yourself at home, Becky will be right down." She seemed a little taken back but took the implement and entered our house. "Put you nose in the corner, Paul. and tell Nickie I'll be right there." Hollered Becky from upstairs. I went and stood in my corner. Nickie found a seat facing my humiliation. I was trembling, my palms were wet, I can remember fighting back the tears. Nickie Started making small talk with me. She said that she liked how obedient I was and appreciated a man who knew his place. She told me that the legal arrangement was the first that she had seen, although she'd heard of such things. She said that her marriage was all but over and thought that this may be the one thing that might save it. Just then Becky entered the room. "Please tell me you were not speaking to our guest out of turn. You know better!" Becky said. " You see Nickie, the corner is for reflecting on, thinking about, or preparing for punishment. Not for idle conversation without permission. Did you think this would go unpunished mister?!" Becky barked. I guess Becky figured that the best way to break the ice was to warm my ass. She ordered me to find my place over the end of the couch and invited Nickie to remind me of my indiscretion. Nickie seemed shy, she asked Becky to show her what to do. Becky laughed. "Don't be shy, this is not rocket science. Just find your distance with the paddle and let it fly. Don't worry about hurting him, it's supposed to hurt. We are teaching a lesson here. I've found the best way to stimulate his memory is to stimulate his ass". I was wrong about this beauty being shy. It seemed to me that after a few warm up swings she fell right into the role of disciplinarian. She swung with a vengence, I couldn't count the blows they came too fast and too hard. Not only was the paddling brutal but you should have heard how she laced me out for speaking to her without permission. I think Nickie forgot that she's the one that got me into trouble this time. Becky had to stop her. I think she'd have beaten me all afternoon. While I was still in position, Becky pointed out the different areas on my ass. She showed her where she hit too much and not enough. She also showed her my "sweet spot". This is spot on both cheeks just above my thighs were when hit repeatedly just right she can make me raise my ass to meet each blow. She told Nickie that it is fun to watch my body betray me and ask for more as the tears run down my face. Becky also explained that the punishment must fit the crime. If you take it too far your man may find it easier to leave than to face the music so to speak. She said that I really had grown to love presenting my ass to her. Becky told Nickie how I'd make up infractions just so she'd spank me. How'd she know that? Becky excused me to the garage, I was told to craft a paddle for Nickie to take home. For the next couple of hours I spent my time carving out a nice paddle much like mine. The ladies spent their time planning the demise of Nickie's husband. I hope he is receptive to this new plan, I don't think I can take much more of Nickie's training. "Honey, would you like Nickie to spank you before she leaves?" Becky asked. "Yes please." I answered without hesitation. What the heck just happened? I'm going to get spanked just for the heck of it. I had the choice and I chose to be spanked. I know now that I'm hooked, the next thing I know I'll be asking for spankings. My dick is hard again. How embarrassing. This time Nickie asked me to lay across her lap. She squeezed my dick between her thighs as I caught my balance with my palms on the floor. She pulled a hairbrush out of her purse and slowly rubbed it on my ass. The whole time talking to me. She thanked me for being a good sport, allowing her to practice on my nice ass. Nickie also complimented Becky for training me so well. Then she began to warm my butt with her brush. She started slow, light hits, no pain. I found this to be kind of nice. She gradually added weight to her swings. Nickie seemed to have found a rhythm a little faster that a one swat per second I think. I could feel the throb in my growing dick to match her beat. As Nickie became more confident so did her aim and amount of pain she inflected. She was really laying into me pretty hard now and found the sweet spots. I was trying to meet her rhythm by attempting to raise my ass with each swing. My dick was rubbing her between thighs almost like a titty fuck. I was in ecstasy. My ass, my dick, and my mind were all being stimulated at the same time, more than I could handle. I felt my balls tighten, I knew what was next. I also knew that without permission, I would be severely punished if I came. "Please stop, I'm gunna to cum, I'm gunna to cum, I'm gunna to cum!!!!" I screamed. Nickie loosened her grip and I rolled to the floor, shaking like a leaf I grabbed the base of my dick to keep from cumming. I looked to Becky for her approval, she smiled and helped me to my feet. Becky reminded Nickie that I'm not allowed to cum without her say so. I had done very well. She gave me permission to ejaculate. She told me to take my dick in hand and stroke myself to orgasm. "Right here in front of Nickie?" I asked. "That question will get you 30 minutes in the corner, you really don't want to test my patience, do you?" Becky said. The look on her face was all business. I think she would have denied me pleasure forever if I did not comply. So I started to masturbate, right there in front a near stranger. I still can't believe this was happening. I had never masturbated for anyone before, the notion had never even crossed my mind. Yet here I stood stroking myself , and what's worse, I liked it. I think I'll most likely being doing this again by the look on Becky's face. She gave me a good squirt of lubricant and I continued. The ladies began to coach me, faster, or slower, switch hands. They seemed to enjoy my show. This seemed to go on forever. I felt that ever so nice tingling in my balls as they tightened. I told Becky I was about to loose it. She smiled and nodded her approval. Like on cue, I pumped my load into the air, one stream after another. I fell to my knees and beat off until my dick was pumped dry. I laid back on the floor trying to catch my breath enjoying the rushes quaking all over my body. The girls gave my a nice round of applause. Nickie collected her things, among them was the paddle I created. She thanked Becky for her support, she smiled and winked at me. The women made arrangements to follow up on training Nickie's husband as she headed out the door. Becky shut the door and came to help me up. She commended me on my obedience and told that I had earned a replay of this morning for next Saturday morning. She told me to clean up the cum off the floor and to wash myself up before doing my 30 minutes in the corner. Damn, I hoped she'd forgotten that. Truthfully, I'm glad she didn't forget. Becky chimed from upstairs, "Do you remember Claudia, from the hardware stare? She'll be over for dinner next Saturday evening. She said she needs some help dealing with some kind of thieving issues. Come directly to bed after your corner time and writing to literotica." * I'm looking forward to writing: Was this the lady a married Ch4...Dinner for three!