Just as Nathan sat down at the table in the conference room for the Friday briefing, he heard his phone indicate that his wife Andrea had sent him a text message. Knowing how she abhors not getting a reply within two minutes, he quickly checked the message.
"I will be home at 7 sharp. Be in your position properly attired as I plan to severely discipline you tonight for masturbating without my permission....AGAIN!"
Oh God thought Nathan, she really seems pissed off. She is not usually so curt in her messages. As the meeting began, Nathan was nearly unable to pay attention and made a fool of himself twice when asked a question. Someone asked if he was feeling okay and he just mumbled something about a flu bug or something. If they only knew why he suddenly felt pale and sweaty! By the time the meeting ended at 11:30 he was starting to calm himself down, but then at noon another of Andrea's text messages arrived.
"I am obviously too lenient with you. Tonight I will break you of your nasty habit of unauthorized masturbation. You will endure a level of pain and suffering unbeknownst to you."
And just like that, Nathan was again spiraling into a frenzy of worry. By mid-afternoon he was really starting to fear Andrea and what she might do. He just knew she was going to work him over hard with a paddle, but she had done that before and he always endured it. He didn't understand why he was so worried this time.
Fortunately five o'clock arrived and he quickly left the office and headed home in his car. The thirty minute drive usually allowed him to relax after a long work day, but somehow that didn't seem to work today either. As soon as he arrived home he took a long hot shower and prepared himself by making sure his pubic area was cleanly shaven as Andrea required. Then he locked on the wrist and ankle cuffs and his leather collar and went into living room, knelt down, buckled the ankle cuffs together and then his wrist cuffs to the back of his collar. As the lock snapped shut, he nearly lost control of his bladder, he was so frightened. He figured the five minute wait until Andrea arrived would seem long as he was rather uncomfortable.
At exactly 7 p.m. the door swung open and in walked his beautiful wife Andrea and...what!!...another woman he had never seen! Bound as he was he could do nothing to cover himself as she looked at him and chuckled along with Andrea.
"Lori, please meet my disobedient slave/husband." Andrea said with more than a little venom in her voice.
"Well, well, slave/husband I hear you can't keep your hands off your cock, what there is of it!" cackled Lori.
Nathan felt his face turning red as Lori continued to taunt him about jacking off so often instead of worshiping his wife/Mistress as he should. But when Andrea spoke again, his blood ran cold as he heard her words.
"Lori is convinced that I am just too easy on you and that I have never really beaten you properly. So she has agreed to blister your ass for me to teach you that I own your cock. Now get your ass over the end of the sofa with your butt up high like you do when I have to paddle you. Move it NOW!" barked Andrea.
As he scrambled to get into position, he noticed that Lori had brought a fairly large bag with her and he watched as she reached in a pulled out a vicious looking paddle.
"Now this is what is called a Spencer paddle Andrea. See all the holes in the 1 inch oak, they lessen wind resistance and allow for a more painful smack on his ass. It is most effective. Now slave I am going to give you 25 smacks of this paddle. If you take all 25 without moving out of position, then I will stop. However if you do not stay exactly in your place, well let's just say I will up the ante...considerably!" explained Lori.
Stepping behind the soon to be sore slave, Lori let loose with the first swing. "Ahhhhh! That hurts!!!" screamed Nathan.
"I hope it does" retorted Andrea, "You deserve that and much more! Lay it on him sweetheart!"
What did she call her thought Nathan...he must have heard wrong, at least that is what he was trying to convince himself of when the second fierce crack of the oak paddle bit his ass quickly followed by three more, hardly leaving him time to breathe let alone think.
When the fifth stroke lit into him, he stood and tried to reach his ass cheeks to rub the pain away, but the cuffs he himself had locked to his collar prevented such a foolish act. He heard the ladies laughing about how quickly he failed at taking a good paddling. He was sure they had no idea how painful that paddle really was.
Lori grabbed him by his cock and pulled him toward the master bedroom. How the hell does she know where to go, thought Nathan, but again before he could really process his thoughts, Lori pushed him up against the railing at the end of the master bed.