After I'd been married for only a year, I sensed that I was constantly complaining about my husband's behavior. Where I tended to keep my things, especially clothing, neat and orderly, Brad threw his dirty laundry all over the place and seemed to have assumed that someone would pick up after him. He also criticized me if I didn't get home before he did in time to make dinner for both of us.
And if when we went to bed, I wasn't interested that night in his overtures, he began to sulk and act as if I had rejected him for no good reason. I decided to take this up with him, knowing from before we were married, that he had another side to his personality.
I had seen that Brad could be totally submissive. I began to think that his efforts to shame me or just his affected attitude of superiority were just that: attempts to cover up his own nature. So I took the offensive and confronted him.
I told him point blank that I had had enough of his sloppiness and presumption. I went on to say that I felt we were equal partners but that he had forfeited any right to be in charge and that it was time that I took the lead. Then I dropped the bomb in terms of awakening his other side.
"You need to be disciplined when you misbehave," I declared. His face registered his amazement but my ploy worked.
"You're right, Susan," he confessed. "All my life I've sought to deny this side of me, but I do need a strong woman to take charge and it should be you."
I wanted to preserve both our marriage and my good nature. This meant, I thought, that I would not play the role of disciplinarian in our household. I had a better idea.
"Brad," I responded. "I'm very pleased that you recognized what the issue is for us and I intend to make this work. But instead of my taking on the task of disciplining you when you need it, I'm going to assign that role to someone else."
My husband looked both surprised and somewhat fearful.
"How can that work, Susan?" he asked, not in a challenging way but a questioning manner that was asking for an answer.
"You of course know my friend Miriam," I began. Miriam is a woman of about 40, who dresses nicely but not in any way in high style, and has lovely auburn hair that she normally wears in a ponytail. She has a good figure but, again, she is not overly endowed in front nor pulchritudinous in her rear. She is married to a man slightly younger than she is and I happen to know, because we are really good friends, that she dominates him in the bedroom. You would never know this, however, because there is no sign of that in her bearing or the way she and her husband Tom relate.
"You probably don't know that Miriam totally dominates Tom in their bedroom," I went on, as Brad listened with his amazement clearly evident on his face. "I intend to keep track of your behavior and when I feel you need correction, I'm going to send you down the street to Miriam to provide it."
You need to understand that Miriam and I are opposites in so many ways, it is amazing we are such great friends. I'm a financial consultant and she is a high school teacher. She always appears demure and I'm not one to hide myself behind a dull exterior. I don't dress flashily but I like nice-fitting blazer outfits and stylish skirts that show off my legs.
Miriam once disclosed to me, however, when I asked her if she felt her bedroom life was good, that she had had to take some steps to "make it work." I asked her what she meant by that.
"Susan," she said calmly, "you may see me as a high school teacher with little ambition and less personality because I don't tend to be outgoing, but this little lady turns into someone different when I let myself go...in the bedroom. Tom and I roleplay for example. I'm still a teacher, but I'm that teacher with her hair in a bun and severe outfits including seamed stockings of whom you were afraid in school. If the school allowed teachers to spank, I was the one from whom you feared a spanking. And I might be the one who failed you on your report card by one point and circled it in red so that your mother would give you that well-deserved spanking when you brought it home."
We went into her bedroom and she showed me her wardrobe with her "real teacher" outfits and also her arsenal of implements for punishment: a few canes, straps, paddles, tappets, little rods, nipple clamps, bardex nozzles, and other somewhat exotic things. I was taken aback only because I would have thought Miriam had the most normal or even unexciting sex life. After all, her husband was nice but not any Cary Grant and she was not a looker.
"This also does permit me to let out some of the frustration I experience at school every day when I have to deal with these kids who don't want to learn and think they can act up without consequences," Miriam explained.
I responded by thanking her for being so honest and open with me. I told her that I was going to be equally up front with her. I explained how Brad had been behaving and how I felt he needed disciplining and that he agreed. I added that this was not something I felt I was very good at but that I now saw more than I had anticipated that it was her cup of tea.
"So would you be willing to discipline my husband when I bring him or send him to you?" I asked with a smile. I expected she would probably like the idea but I also assured her that there would be no sex involved, in case that was looming as a problem.
"There will be no sex," I stated, "but short of intercourse, you may humiliate him in any way you like, including any kinky stuff you find enjoyable. I'd like to see how this works in the beginning but after that, I would like to send him to you and merely ask you to let me know what happens."
"Do you think he will respond to me playing a teacher?" she asked. "After all, it's what I'm best at."
I answered that that would be fine but that she might consider also playing his dominant female boss at work or a bossy nurse controlling him in the hospital, or any other similar role she wanted to essay.
Miriam grinned and thus indicated she was more than amenable to this project.
"Susan," she said with a smile, "let me be straight out with you about my current life in the bedroom. I spank Tom and I also strap him and sometimes cane him. Sometimes I'm the angry teacher and at other times, I'm cool and collected. He knows, by the way, that when I'm reserved like that, I am likely to be far more dangerous.
"And tell me if any of this offends you," she added, still smiling. "We both like water sports and I enjoy things like anal insertions (on him). He also satisfies me by performing orally on both my front and rear openings. And sometimes I decide to dress him as a schoolgirl. When I do that, he always, by the way, is unsure and may worry that I will take him outside so others will see him in his outfit, which is complete with a wig."
"Miriam," I responded, also smiling, "I love it. And if you want him to lick your pussy or your bottom-hole, that's perfectly fine with me. I want you, though, to be able to talk to your own husband about this and explain that neither of us envisions that this will be a sexual relationship, and by that, I mean fucking."
Two days later, we met for coffee and Miriam assured me that Tom was on board.
"I think he almost likes the idea that I'm getting a chance to make someone else toe the line, even if it's not in the bedroom per se if you get my drift," she explained with a curious look that I enjoyed.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in action," I ventured. "Don't worry about my getting involved. I promise to observe only," I said in a very calm tone that belied by excitement underneath, actually underneath everything, especially my panties, where I knew how wet I was getting at the thought of seeing Brad put through his paces by a new Miriam—new at least to me.
That night, when we were in bed, I mentioned to Brad that all was in readiness with Miriam. I told him that I would likely be there to observe his first session with her and that I alone would decide when that would be.
