The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming.
As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing.
Miss Spargrove had had him sucking frozen urine-sicles, created in ice cubes with toothpicks.
Miss Spargrove had Ross on a monthly masturbation schedule.
Right, and was making him cum in the little ice cube trays, and of course she'd told poor Shawn that these would be HERS to suck...
Ooh Jesus.
Shawn winced again as the paddle came down hard, and tears coursed down her cheeks.
But she knew she had to make no noise and she bit the inside of her cheeks to withstand the whipping.
Finally, Ms. Spargrove pushed Shawn off her starched aproned knee.
Shawn sobbed quietly, as she attempted to pull her panties and blue jeans up over her sore bottom.
"No no, Shawn. You must keep your panties down and go stand in that corner.
I am going to teach you not to spill your bills and mail all over the floor when I am trying to keep your house clean. "
Shawn's lip trembled, but she knew better than to annoy Ms. Spargrove.
She shuffled, her pants and panties around her ankles, and pushed her nose into the corner.
Miss Spargrove liked the way Shawn's chest jiggled in her tight blue T-shirt as she shuddered and sobbed.
And the new housekeeper resolved to find an excuse to strip Shawn naked the next time punishment was in order.
For her part, Shawn was wondering when things had gotten this strange. She and Ross had hired Miss Spargrove right after Amelia was born, and it seemed so great.
Peace had returned to the Cirrito household.
But at some point, Miss Spargrove had taken over...first it had been with Ross!
The first time Shawn had come across Ross taking his punishment from Miss Spargrove it had been something of a shock.
It was true, Ross had often begged Shawn to sexually punish him.
Shawn had dismissed this, shrieking at Ross that he was depraved.
But one day, she looked in the Nursery, and there they were...
Ross was standing—
Cowering, really, naked in front of the frowning Miss Spargrove.
She was stroking his stiff cock with her long French manicure, and it was evident that there had been some whipping going on.
Long red welts were covering Ross's buttocks.
Yes, and there was a frightening looking long thick leather razor strop, the old fashioned kind, lying on the Nursery floor.
Ross's eyes were shedding tears, and he was trembling.
But Miss Spargrove evidently had Ross's cock quite happy!
"You see, Ross, why we have to lock this nasty little member of yours up, don't you?"
Miss Spargrove asked, as she stroked Ross's cock faster and faster.
Ross's legs had begun trembling.
It was evident he was about to have an orgasm, Miss Spargrove clawed his testicles and reached up, twisting a nipple quite violently.
Ross's penis went limp again, and he burst into tears.
Shawn was horrified.
What the hell was going on with her big, macho husband?
Sure, he had those creepy BDSM websites he went to, but wasn't that just a phase?
Jesus, look at the way this bitch maid is treating him.
And she's only like, nineteen years old.
"I'm-I'm sorry I keep playing with my wee-wee, Miss Spargrove"
Ross said in a whiny voice that Shawn had never heard before.
"I know I'm a bad boy...and you need to lock me up, ma'am."
"You behave like a bad little girl, Ross. We're not pleased with you.
That's why you need frequent whippings.
When will you learn to be a mature adult? I think I am going to have to give you some stingy on your wee-wee."
And then Miss Spargrove took the habaneras peppers that Shawn had cut up for last night's dinner party...
And she began rubbing them on poor Ross's penis.
Yes, and he began sobbing silently, biting his lip to keep from making a noise.
God that must hurt, Shawn had thought, habaneras peppers were so hot that she had to use gloves when she cut them.
She wouldn't have even used them in cooking, but Ross's boss was from Brazil, and liked that sort of thing.
But look at the way Ross's penis was turning bright red!
Shortly thereafter, Shawn had a disturbing experience with Ross one night, when they were lying in bed together, and she seductively tried to pull down his boxer shorts...
And felt something hard and plastic!
"What the fuck's this?"
She looked at it, and it appeared to be a tiny plastic tube, in which Ross's dick was stuffed, looking very cramped.
Ross blushed hotly.
"It's a chastity tube, Shawn."
Ross explained shamefacedly.
"Miss Spargrove thinks the reason I've not been promoted at work, and thus have not been able to give her a raise is because I'm too focused on sex.
Remember how we were in counseling because I couldn't give up my affair with the receptionist, and my addiction to computer porn?
Well, Miss Spargrove is working with me on that, and now I'm locked up."
Shawn had not confronted Ross with her findings about the bizarre relationship she'd seen that he had with their housekeeper.
But now she was pissed off.
"But this is getting in the way of our sex life, Ross.
Don't you think this girl has a weird um, control over you.
She's our employee, after all." But Ross just rolled over in bed and would say no more.
But then she overheard Ross begging Ms. Spargrove for the key.
But not so he could make love to Shawn!
"Please, Ms. Spargrove. I just want to masturbate at your feet ma'am...
Oh, won't you consider it?
Please let me touch your perfect toes.
Let me kiss them, and to kiss your inner thighs while I rub my worthless member, ma'am."
Some time after that, Shawn witnessed Ross behaving extraordinarily.
He was naked and cuffed from behind, rubbing his penis against a chair leg when she came in from the market.
Shawn's mind was distracted with questions that Mrs. Caldecott had asked her about the Salvation Temple Rummage sale.
That, and witnessing Ross's pudgy, naked body in this curious position was certainly distracting.
"What the devil's going on, Ross?"
Shawn asked acidly.
"I see you got your chastity thingie unlocked, but you're behaving rather weirdly now.
Did Ms. Spargrove do this to you, too?"
Ross's dick was long and stiff, and Shawn could tell that there was lots of pre-ejaculate spooling out of the end.
He looked as if he was desperate to have an orgasm, and what a cruel thing to do, having the poor thing locked up like this.
On the other hand, he used to be such a cuckolding, tomcatting cock houndish womanizer that in a way, this was a comical change.
Ross looked up at Shawn and his face went ruby in shame and humiliation.
Shawn had mixed feelings about this nonsense with the housekeeper.
On one hand, Ross never fucked her anymore, and he now had shaved legs and wore bright pink toenail polish.
This and he had begun performing rather excellently between Shawn's legs at night.
Right, licking for as long as she wanted, and for years Ross had refused to do this.
Also, he wasn't a bossy asshole any more—
Yes. as a matter of fact, if Shawn wanted Ross to rub her feet for an hour, he did it gratefully.
When they played chess, tennis or golf, he didn't give her annoying "helpful" hints...
Right, and when she beat him at racquetball, he didn't go into sulks because of that male competitiveness.
When Shawn and Ross played bridge with their neighbors Carter and Lacy, Ross never shouted at her for bungling a hand.
Ross also stopped going out on guy's night poker and dart throwing events with his friends.
Ross began doing much of the housework, even though they had a housekeeper.
Lacy told Shawn that if Carter could take whatever medicine Ross was on, she'd be eternally grateful!
Several times, Shawn passed Ms. Spargrove's room and peeked in after hearing a bit of howling...
So regularly, Ross was tied to Ms. Spargrove's bed.
Yes, and she was whipping him with straightened coat hangers, broken car ariels, belts, paddles and canes.
Shawn also had witnessed Ms. Spargrove teaching Ross to curtsy while wearing a ballerina's tutu, and twirl!
It was strange, but Ross was a different man, an easier man to live with.
He was no longer possessive when Shawn went out with old boyfriends who were really just friends.
