Her Story (agony and Ecstasy)

Authors note; This is the same tale as originally told in my first story ' The Agony and the Ecstasy.' It was told from the husband's POV, this time it's from the wife's viewpoint, they can be read separately but I wanted to try to get into both mindsets.

Enough's enough, she decided. He'd been acting like a petulant child most of the day and she'd reached the end of her tether.

"Strip naked now!" She demanded, "And not a word from you until I give you permission to speak again."

She understood his mood probably stemmed from the lack of attention he'd received over the last couple of days. Still, he'd instigated this new dynamic, he'd been the one suggesting she take control in a more physical way, so he only had himself to blame with what she now had in mind.

As he stood in front of her, stark naked, she couldn't help but enjoy his look of vulnerability and somewhat revel in the power she held over him. "Hands off my cock!" She demanded. Swatting his hands away as he tried to hold them in front of his caged member.

Over the years and largely at his request they'd slowly started exploring various kinks, such as light bondage, submission, tease and denial, edging and even chastity. Although, until recently she'd only caged him for a few hours at a time, she'd currently had him locked for two days straight, and had given him no attention whatsoever! As they'd agreed, he wasn't allowed to mention sex or any sexual act, he couldn't touch her in any sensual areas without her express position. He couldn't even mention the cage or ask for release unless he was in any discomfort due to its fitting.

For quite a time she'd been very unsure of using the chastity cage as a kink, even now she didn't fully understand it. What she was coming to appreciate was that feeling of power and control it actually gave her. She could snuggle up to him in bed at night, their warm bodies pressed against each other, safe in the knowledge he was unable to try anything, unable to touch her in any way without her authority. She also enjoyed listening to him toss and turn, trying to get comfortable as his penis struggled against its confinement. Yes, that was fun!

"Well, your little soldier seems rather interested in what's happening," She mocked. "Perhaps he'll change his mind when I've finished with you." She continued. "Now run upstairs and fetch me the paddle."

As he disappeared upstairs, a plan began to formulate in her mind. She needed to teach him a lesson; to show him he had to take this game seriously if they were to continue with it. The one thing holding her back was she knew he quite enjoyed being paddled! Well with what she had in mind he might change his mind rather quickly.

He'd complained and grumbled about the cookery show she was watching, instead wanting to watch a football match on the other channel, he'd not let it drop even when she explained to him her program would finish in just five minutes, "Not this boring cockney wide boy again," He'd muttered, "Sick of having to watch these bloody things," and so on.

Eventually, she'd snapped, paused the TV, and issued her orders.

She remembered he'd suggested how chastity might help their relationship through recent difficulties, how it might help balance their different levels of sex drive. She loved him dearly and was willing to give it a go. Who knew, perhaps this would be the answer and would put an end to their recent arguments.

Whilst he was upstairs, she had manoeuvred a high-backed armchair into the middle of the room.

He handed her the leather paddle and she slipped on the wrist strap and patted it absentmindedly against her free hand, examining the sleek, black leather, feeling it's substantial weight whilst thinking about how to progress. Yes, she'd made her decision!

"Bend over the sides of the armchair, resting your elbows on the far arm." She commanded.

He followed her orders sheepishly and she was surprised to feel a strong sense of excitement as he complied. She reckoned she could come to like this! A lot!

"OK," She started, "I'm sure you've guessed by now I'm not a happy bunny; you've been rude and obnoxious, you've done this whilst locked up knowing full well I have free range to do whatever the hell I like to you!"

Realising his predicament, he started to apologise.

"Be quiet," She yelled, and he received a hard, crisp slap to his bare cheek, this time she only used the palm of her hand to admonish him. "You are not to speak without until I allow you to, nod if you understand."

He did as she ordered.

"So, because I'm so considerate I will allow you to pick the punishment you think you deserve." She continued, "On the count of three we will both shout out how many whacks we each think you deserve, if you choose more whacks than me you receive your choice, if, however, I choose more than you then you will get double my choice, after each whack you'll say 'thank you', that way I'll know you understand and appreciate why you are being punished. I'll give you a moment to think your answer through."

She watched the look at astonishment on his face, he seemed unsure what to make of this new development. But she knew this was what he wanted, he'd asked for such things before yet she'd always held back, unsure of herself. Well, this time he was going to get it, in spades!

"Well," She said, "have you made your decision?" She'd made hers. Previously she'd only paddled him lightly, giving him a few desultory smacks, but he was going to get far more this time. She calculated he'd think about going for a half dozen, then change his mind in case she went higher, so he'd then decide to go up to a round dozen. She planned to shout out the same number at the same time and then she could pretend to be pleased that they were on the same wavelength.

"Okay, here we go," she cried, "1... 2... 3..."

He'd shouted 'Ten', quite clearly! As she shouted '12', he'd only bloody shouted ten!

There was a pause as they both took in the magnitude of this development; she was to administer twenty-four whacks to his backside.

She took a breath and managed to regain her composure. What should she do? She couldn't back out now, she had to go through with it. Perhaps she could go easy on him, twenty-four strokes were going to hurt however she doled them out. Then she had a better idea, she would spank him as hard as she could. There was no way he was would last through such punishment, he would capitulate, use the safe word and have to admit the reality of her punishing him was not the same as the fantasy. She'd have won a small victory.

"Hmm, well you clearly didn't think too much of your transgression." She calmly chided, "you better brace yourself; this is going to hurt!"

Without further ado the first whack landed, the crisp sound it made as it connected with his bare cheek surprised her and his squeal of pain excited her. She also remembered he was meant to say 'thank you' after each whack and he hadn't!

"No 'thank you' I see, well I'd best start again then," she exclaimed.

He quickly cried a belated 'thank you'.

"Oh no, no, no, far too late for that." She laughed, "We'll start again and by the way if you squirm to much or attempt to block any of my shots at any time, I'll simply start again at number one, so best behaviour, if you please!"

So it began, for the next few minutes she rained blows down upon his bare bottom, not holding back in any way, sometimes she chose a quick volley of blows, sometimes taking her time and picking out areas previously untouched, she concentrated on hitting each area of his behind to ensure it was evenly shaded.

Although as she listened to him shout 'thank you' after each blow she became more and more concerned, it didn't seem like he would ever shout the safe word and bring an end to his punishment. She paused, wondering how to help resolve this. She tapped the paddle against his reddened buttocks whilst she thought it through, she could already see some purple bruising start to rise to the surface. She'd reached 16 spanks but thought it unlikely he'd been keeping count and decided the best way she could ease his suffering would be to alter the count a little.

"I can't believe it," She laughed cruelly, "I've lost count, was that 19 or 20? who knows.... what shall I do?" She was clearly talking to herself, "I suppose I could start again," She mused.

She almost rushed to apologise and hug him as he let out a feeble squawk, but managed to hold back and retain her self-control.

"No? don't like the idea of that do you? Well, it would be a little unfair I suppose, let's just agree it was only 19 and go from there, how does that sound?" She chuckled.

Apparently, he'd learnt his lesson and kept resolutely silent.

She quickly finished off the final five whacks, putting all her strength into the punishment, if he wasn't going to cave then neither would she, for the final whack she stepped two paces back and ran forward, trying to add further power to her stroke. He squealed in agony and she wondered if she'd gone too far, still he could have stopped it any time he wanted, the bloody masochist!

She realised she was panting from the activity, there was a warm glow to her and she understood it was not just due to the exertion. She felt the dampness between her legs. Hell! Forget dampness, she was almost dripping down there and she recognised she had enjoyed this, enjoyed the power, the dominance, the control. This was not like her at all, she'd opened some kind of Pandora's box and she didn't think it could ever be closed again.

After a few minutes she panted, "Now go and stand in the corner, facing it with your hands behind your back so I can make sure you're not fiddling with yourself, I want you to stand there and think about your behaviour, how you earned this. I'm going to sit and have a rest for a minute."

She allowed him to stand there for a while as she gathered her thoughts. She had enjoyed spanking him, that was for sure, perhaps this WAS a way forward for them. She also knew she didn't want this to end yet and thought about her next steps. She thought about what she knew turned him on, she now understood how toying with his mind was just as important as with his cock and decided to take that route.

She picked up her mobile and proceeded to take a few shots of his reddening bottom, which was really starting to colour now! This only excited her further and she was desperate for some release. She knew just what to do and how much her idea would drive him crazy.

After a few more minutes she barked another order. "Back upstairs and fetch my bullet, quickly now!"

She moved the armchair to face the corner he would soon be stood in again.

Upon his return she took the bullet off him. "In the corner again, this time hands on your head." She demanded. She knew he loved to watch her get off, reveling in her joy and ecstasy, more so, she felt, than his own. Well, this should really push his buttons.

One by one she took her items of clothing off and hung them over his naked body, over his shoulder, his arms and his head. She even forced him to sniff her sweaty socks, thinking he'd be outraged. His gasp of surprise suggested he loved that as well! The Perv!

She took her time, sat back in the armchair and started playing with herself, nipples first, rubbing and tweaking them, they were already red and erect and she recalled how much she loved him playing with them, nibbling and lightly twisting them. She would just have to please herself today.

She soon moved down to her pussy and was not surprised to find it dripping wet, she ran her fingers around her outer lips, first lightly then more insistently, gasping as she got more and more excited. She knew this would be agony for him and that just aroused her further.

She couldn't wait any longer and reached for the bullet, fumbling with the 'on' button, desperate for her climax. Running it all around her tender lips, then finding her clit and gently pressing the vibrator there. She cried out as she reached her orgasm, lost in a world of her pleasure alone. She lay there gasping, slowly coming back down to earth. She hadn't come that hard in a long time.

She opened her eyes and, of course, there he was. Stood diligently waiting for further orders, still facing the wall as instructed, draped in her clothing. She loved him and began to fully appreciate how his need to be dominated could be a 'win, win' situation for both of them.

So, she thought, let's continue to fulfill those fantasies of his and she began to dress, carefully taking each item back off his body, whilst making sure he couldn't glimpse hers. She could only imagine how this denial must be messing with his mind. Let's see if I can tease him a little more, she thought.

We're nearly done here," She said, "But you will continue to remain silent, now go and clean the bullet then make me a Cappuccino. Then you may get dressed."

She saw a look of despair pass across his face, yet this wasn't time to let the facade drop. Keep him mean and keep him keen, she thought as he trotted off to follow her instructions.

Whilst he was gone, she returned the armchair to its usual position and as she reached for the TV remote and un-paused her programme, she thought about his nature and what he would likely be getting 'up to' upstairs.

When he finally returned, she accepted the coffee, paused the TV and asked him outright, "Did you lick my bullet clean?" There was no need for him to answer, his face reddened, a similar colour to his arse, she thought to herself and smiled.

"Well," she said, "I didn't give you permission to do that, so you will receive further punishment, which I'll delay for now, although I may be lenient because you were such a 'good little boy,' you took your spanking so well, and you didn't use your safe word."

She almost laughed out loud when she saw the look of astonishment on his face as it dawned on him that he could have used his safe word at any time.

He went to sit beside her but she had other plans. "No, no," She stated, "On the floor by my feet." Adding "good boy!" When he complied.

He winced as he sat by her side on the floor and she started to worry that she might have taken things too far. The TV chef continued to prattle on but she wasn't paying attention, she was really starting to worry, she'd actually beaten him, pleasured herself whilst he could only listen and ordered him around like a slave. What if this was all too much for him? This might actually badly damage their relationship.

As she sat there, fretting over her behaviour, she saw him shuffle into a kneeling position, he bent down and planted a tender kiss on each of her feet in turn. Oh, thank heaven! They were okay! He'd actually enjoyed it; they'd have to have a debrief of some kind in the near future but for now she was happy for him to sit by her feet.

Her mind was in a quandary, she'd really had enjoyed this playtime with him. She knew they would be enjoying similar intimate situations like this in the near future and she was ready to call the shots.

She sat there quietly dreaming up more devious and twisted deeds to send him further down the rabbit hole.

Author's note; I hope you enjoyed, what should she do next? Please let me know but bear in mind these stories are based on a real loving relationship, so nothing too extreme please.