Drinking a scotch sitting at our dining room table, I wait for my wife to arrive home from work. I expect her arrival shortly, as she texted me upon her leaving her office. As usual, I hadn't worked this Friday. I never work Friday's. As a sales rep for a golf equipment manufacturer, I set my schedule as I see fit.
I take another sip of my scotch when the front door to our large house opens and in steps my beautiful blonde wife. I hear her 4 inch heels click on the hardwood of the entryway as she walks towards the dining room. She appears at the entrance of the dining room and stops. She looks at me and gives me a dazzling smile of perfectly white, straight teeth. Her lips are covered with bright red lipstick I require her to wear.
We stare at each one another for a long moment with neither of us speaking. I love looking at my wife. She's gorgeous. Her straight blonde hair down to her shoulders framing her beautiful round face. Her electric blue eyes are so expressive, I feel like they give me insight into her soul. Today she's dressed in a knee length pencil skirt with a white semi transparent button up blouse under a blood red form fitting sweater. She's the perfect mix of sexy and professional.
"How was your day?" I finally ask.
She contemplates her answer before replying, "Challenging."
This makes me smile. I hold up a finger and twirl it, indicating for her to spin. With perfect posture, she slowly spins. I love how her skirt hugs her tight, firm bubble butt.
"What was challenging," I asked after she completed her twirl. "Work? Or, other elements?"
"Both were very challenging."
I give her a knowing smile. I'm not surprised by her response. My beautiful wife is the head legal counsel for a multinational company. She works countless hours and is under constant stress. The other challenges she mentioned come from me.
"Turn around and show me."
She turns her back toward me. She arches her back, sticking her ass out. She reaches down, grabs the hem of her skirt and slowly pulls the skirt up her trim athletic thighs and up over her bubble butt. Her naked ass is perfectly framed by the black garter belt she wears to hold up her nude thigh high stockings. With her skirt bunched up above her ass, she reaches back and spreads her plump ass cheeks. Nestled between her cheeks is the black flange of the enormous butt plug buried deep in her ass. She holds this position.
It's the biggest plug I've ever used on her. I knew it would be a challenge for her.
"Did you enjoy being filled with your new plug?"
"Yes Sir. I did."
"Did you have to relube?"
"Yes Sir. Four times."
I smile at the image of my wife hiding in her office with the door locked as she removed the enormous plug from her ass before covering it with lube and forcing it back in her ass once again.
I study my wife's lovely plump ass and notice it's free of blemishes or the bruises which had covered her ass earlier in the week. "All of your bruises have faded."
"Yes Sir, I noticed that as well."
Five days earlier, I had bound my wife bent over the foot of our California king bed. I bound her arms above her head and tightly secured them to the headboard by rope wrapped around each of her wrists. I pulled her legs obscenely wide and wrapped her ankles in rope before tying them tightly to the legs at the foot of the bed.
I began her punishment with a few light swats to her naked ass with my bare hand. Just to get her warmed up and her ass awake. Once her ass began to redden, I grabbed a plastic ping pong paddle.
The paddle makes a loud cracking sound as it lands squarely on her ass. Sam, my wife, shrieks out loud as the pain from the blow registered. I don't give her a chance to recover before I swat her other cheek with the paddle.
Sam is breathing deeply as I grab a handful of her lovely blonde hair and yank her head back and off the bed. "Who owns your orgams?" I demand.
Tears well in her eyes. I'm not sure from the spanking, or the fact she failed me. Knowing her and the number of spankings she's taken over the years, it's from the failure.
"You own my orgasms," she replies with a defeated voice.
I shove her face back into the bed and step behind her once again. I rear back and slam the paddle back into her plump ass cheek. Sam shrieks in pain as she pulls against her unforgiving restraints. I once again grab her by the hair and roughly pull her head back.
"How many times did Cloe make you cum?" I demand.
The previous night, Sam had gone out with a couple of her girlfriends. They drank a bit too much wine and were feeling good when another friend I don't know lit up a joint. Cloe, who knows about our arrangement and has joined us in bed countless times, informed me that she and Sam both partook in smoking the joint before getting naked and fucking like animals.
I have no problem with them fucking. In fact, I encourage it. But no matter who Sam fucks, she must call me and ask for permission to climax. There is no exception to this rule for her.
"She made me cum twice, Sir," Sam cried.
I push her face back into the mattress and assault her ass with the plastic ping pong paddle. Sam howls of pain are muffled by the mattress as I pound her ass with a steady rhythm.
I lost count of how many blows I rained down on Sam's ass, when I finally released her head and stepped back to admire my handy work. Sam is sobbing as her body twitches from the assault her ass had just endured.
My wife's lovely plump ass was now a mass of abused flesh. Her usually pale white skin has become an angry bright red. The contrast between bright red and the black of her garter belt was incredible.
I put the ping pong paddle down and place my hand on her ass. Her abused skin is hot to the touch. A moan of pain and appreciation escapes Sam's lips as I slowly begin to rub her abused ass.
As I continue to lightly massage her ass, I notice for the first time the mess my lovely wife has made on our bedroom floor. While I pounded my lovely wife's ass with the paddle, her pussy began to overflow with excitement. Wetness from her excited pussy ran down the inside of her thighs, covering her lovely stockings and dripping onto the bedroom floor.
Sam moaned in hunger when I reached down and found her rather large clit poking out from it's protective hood. I slowly circle her eager, wet clit with my fingers. As I tease her, I grab her hair and roughly yank her head back.
"Since you disobeyed your orders, your punishment will be no orgasms for you for two weeks. You will edge multiple times a day for the entire two weeks." Sam whimpers at hearing this news. I take my now soaking wet hand that had been playing with her engorged clit and press my middle finger deep into her ass. "Say you understand your new punishment."
"I understand my punishment, Sir."
During the work week, I didn't require Sam to perform any of her punishment while at the office. However, when she arrived home, she was put to task. I usually made her strip down to her garter belt, stockings and her 4 inch heels. I then made her lie on her back with her legs spread wide in the entryway of our home as she masturbated while I watched. Just as she approached the point of no return, I'd grab her arms, flip her onto her stomach to handcuff her hands behind her back to prevent her from being tempted to play with her eager pussy.
Once cuffed, I positioned Sam so she was kneeling on the hard oak floor of our entryway. I then produced a shiny black latex hood. Sam disliked the hood tremendously. The hood was extremely tight with buttons placed strategically on the hood so I could easily attach a blindfold and gag. There was a at the top of the hood so I could pull her silky blonde hair through. The hood came all the way down to her trim neck and was locked into place with a padlock.
Sam repeatedly told me she disliked the latex hood because she felt it was smashing her head, got incredibly hot, and made her feel like an object, not a human. This made the hood a perfect addition to her punishment. Once I seated the hood on Sam's head, she was required to wear the hood until 12:01 that evening.
Once I had Sam hooded, I led her into my office, where I directed her to the corner. I once again made her kneel, this time facing one of the corners of my office. I then ordered her to lean forward so her forehead was pressed against the wall and think about how she failed me.
She would remain in this position while I checked emails, browsed the internet and generally killed roughly an hour. Once the hour ended, I uncuffed Sam before she turned and sat in the corner with her athletic legs spread incredibly wide while she once again edged as I watched with great interest. After prying her fingers from her hungry pussy, I sent Sam off to cook dinner.
Once dinner was served, I required Sam to consume her meal while she knelt on the floor. When we finished dinner we retired to the living room. While I watched whatever sporting event was on television, I required Sam to remain kneeling on the floor. In fact, when Sam was in her punishment time, she wasn't permitted to sit on the furniture at any time.
On Monday evening, Sam edged three more times, before kneeling at my feet and kissed and licked my feet and toes while she apologized for cumming without permission. Just before I headed for bed and her for the floor next to our bed, Sam gave me a long sloppy blowjob. I covered Sam's hood, eyes and mouth with my cum when I erupted.
Tuesday evening after dinner, Sam edged twice more. After her edging, I positioned Sam on all fours in front of the couch. I attached brutal clamps to Sam's thick sensitive nipples and stuffed her pussy with a remote control vibe and a rather large butt plug with an attached cotton ball in Sam's ass. I used my wife as a footrest while I watched television and toyed with the vibrator in Sam's pussy. Again, the night came to an end with Sam deep throating my throbbing cock and getting a stomach full of cum before we went into the bedroom.
Wednesday night was date night. I dressed Sam in a grey and white above the knee pleated skirt and a tight form fitting black short sleeve shirt. As usual, Sam was going without panties and wore a thin see through black bra. I buried a large butt plug with a red jeweled flange in her ass. We had a nice quiet dinner, which we spent talking about work and life in general. After dinner, I drove two towns over to an establishment called the Landing Strip.
The Landing Strip was a seedy strip club, with three stages and two grungy bars. We visit the club on a somewhat regular basis, so we're well known when we walk into the club. We're led to the VIP area without asking and quickly have drinks brought to us by a server wearing a very tight black corset, a thong and fishnet stockings.
The club isn't very busy, so a number of the girls join us at the table. Many of them pay particular attention to Sam. When Diamond is called to the stage, I give Sam 5 dollars and tell her to go tuck a buck. We've done this before with Diamond and I know what to expect.
Once Diamond's enormous fake tits are exposed, she comes over to the end of the stage where Sam waits to give her 5 dollars. Diamond grabs Sam's blonde hair and pulls her forward and wraps her big fake tits around my wife's head. After rubbing her tits on Sam, Diamond pulls Sam to her feet, spins her so she's facing the crowd and looking directly at me, and begins to run her hands all over Sam's body.
Eventually, Diamond's hands find Sam's tits and begin to grope my wife's tits in front of the entire crowd. In short order, Diamond grabs the hem of her shirt and begins to pull Sam's shirt up, exposing her see through bra. Diamond sees how hard Sam's nipples are from the attention and gives both nipples a hard squeeze. I can hear Sam's moan of pleasure over the blaring music of the club.
