It had now been three weeks since we had entered the new relationship that she had forced upon us with her discretions. Maybe it had started innocently enough, but her visit to a club late at night without me or my knowledge had resulted in our relationship changing dramatically. We now lived with the knowledge that she was dependant on me, she relied on my income and my willingness to help her to do the things she needed to do. As I had explained to her the day following her escapade into the nightlife of Leesville, she was to be submissive to me or she would not see any assistance.
The week following her arrest for DWI had been filled with visits to an attorney that I had found and court appearances. Her humiliation became public when her name appeared in the local newspaper as appearing before the local court and pleading no contest to the charges. The judge had been, what I considered, lenient. He sentenced her to 25 hours of public service to be performed at the local library assisting them in moving from their old building to the new building. Her license was restricted to driving only during daylight, so she could use our truck to help move the boxes filled with books to the new library. She found that she enjoyed assisting the librarian, Joyce, so much that she went far beyond the required 25 hours she had received in her sentence.
When she was at home her life was much different. No longer was she allowed to just leave the house to run to the mall and window shop for hours on end. I required her to ask me for permission to leave the house and placed restrictions on when she would be home. I would now ask why she needed to go out, limited the amount of money available to her to spend, and monitored her use of phones and internet.
This may seem harsh to many, but she had broken my trust with an irresponsible act that jeopardized my future and our marriage.
Our life together also changed. The day that I had agreed to help her with her legal problems shown a light into an unknown fantasy of both of us. I realized during our liaison that I had a need to be dominant over my sexual partner, she realized that she enjoyed domestic discipline.
Following my spanking of her ass and violation of her cunt and ass, I made her stand in front of me with her legs spread and asked her a few questions. At first she was adamant that she did not like being spanked and used as I had just done. However, as I explained to her, her body had told a different story. Following her spanking over my knee, her pussy had been spilling juice down her thighs. I asked why she thought that was so and she slowly began to admit that it had turned her on to be spanked and then forced to give sex to me.
Following that session, we did not have relations for more than 2 weeks. During this time I did require that she not wear underclothing at any time she was in the house. To go along with this, I required her to show herself to me numerous times while I was sitting in different rooms, some with windows that faced neighboring houses and the street. At first she was reluctant but she complied, as time passed her reluctance turned to resignation and compliance with my requests became immediate.
Needless to say, two weeks without sex was painful for me as well as her. On the two week anniversary of her first spanking I came home and informed her that she was to be spanked once again that evening. She turned and looked at me with a surprised expression. I explained to her that the spanking would begin at 8 that evening (it was just 2 in the afternoon when I told her this) and that she should prepare herself by showering and dressing appropriately with the items in the bag that I then handed her.
I then went into the den to watch the Sunday afternoon football game.
I watched as she went about her Sunday afternoon. She came into the den numerous times and stood near the door. I was sure she wanted to question what I had told her in the kitchen but she never did question anything.
About 6:30 I heard her in the shower. Knowing that she would be done, I called and ordered pizza from Mellow Mushroom, asking for it to be delivered at 8. I was now setting in motion a plan that I had hatched in my mind over the past two weeks.
It was about 7:45 that she came into the den and stood to the side of my chair. I motioned her to stand where I could see her. She was dressed in the clothing I had given her and just the thought of what was to come made my cock grow.
The clothes were revealing. A pair of 6 inch heels held her up much taller than her 5 foot 4 frame. The black thigh highs ran from her feet upward and made her legs shimmer sexily. A three inch space of bare thigh showed above her hose and below the miniscule skirt that hung over her hips. I could make out a hint of bare skin between her legs from my position seated in front of her. I had always complimented her on her tight abdomen and the thin halter top that hugged her fine tits now showed that off to her advantage. Her hair was brushed out and hung over her shoulders, the makeup she wore was put on meticulously and accented the cheekbones and small nose of her face.
I complimented her and we carried on a bit of a conversation until I heard the doorbell ring.
"Want to get that, it should be the pizza I ordered."
I could see her eyes widen and her complexion go white under the base makeup that she had applied. She stood there for a few seconds until
I looked at her with an inquiring expression before she finally moved toward the front door.
I moved to the hall where I could watch how she would react to this situation. At first she only cracked the door open and hid behind the door, but the pizza was a large one and she had to swing the door completely open to get it through. The pizza guys' eyes almost flew from his sockets as he saw how she was dressed. She told him she had to get some money and turned with the box and walked into the house, leaving the guy with his mouth wide open staring at her barely covered ass. She had to bend when she reached for her purse and even I could see her cheeks come into view for a few seconds, then she bent again, now realizing that the show was what this was all about, to put her purse back on the table. She turned quickly, her skirt twirling up and exposing her once again, and brought the cash back to the delivery guy saying thanks and closing the door as he continued to stare.
I went back into the den and waited as she got a couple of plates and some beers and came into the den with the pizza. She sat in the chair I had put right in front of my seat and we began to eat our pizza.
"You did that on purpose, huh?" she asked me. "I was very embarrassed, and I thought the spanking I got was because you believed I was unfaithful?"
"No," I explained, "the spanking was because you broke my trust, this test was to see if you would follow my instructions."
We continued to eat for a few minutes and then I began to ask her questions, simple ones, about her reaction to having been exposed. She admitted that the costume turned her on and that she was a bit excited about the guy seeing her and lusting for her. She told me that she began to get excited soon after I had told her about the spanking and had gone the entire afternoon horny, wanting to go to the bathroom and relieve herself.
When we were done eating she cleared the dirty dishes and remaining pizza, then came back into the room and sat back down. I could see that when she sat her bare skin was on the chair, the skirt riding up and exposing her ass.
"Spread your legs wide," I instructed, and she willingly complied.
She picked up her feet and mover her legs apart, placing her feet as wide as she could and putting her hands on her knees. I could see her gash, the wetness of her excitement shining from between her now open labia. Her tits were now displayed as well, the thin material of her top not hiding the dark color of her areolas. I sat and stared until she started to squirm, then asked her if she wanted to be spanked again.
