I slowly rolled over to allow my wife access to my bare bottom. I was still in shock, my mind reeling from what she had just confessed to me. This was no mind game. I had the proof-positive taste still lingering in my mouth.
Smack. Suddenly the sound and sting of the cane against my skin brought me back to reality. It hurt like hell! I didn't cry out but I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
Then I heard Angel's soft sweet voice, "Did you like that darling? I've been taught to strike in the lower, inside quadrant of the buttocks. It can tolerate more pain than other areas. Was it too hard? I still have to learn your pain boundaries. Not that I won't push them just a bit. After all, this has to be fun for both of us. "
"Hell yes it hurt!" I yelled. "Now listen honey, this has gone far enough! Please stop and take off these handcuffs!"
"Well I guess it's true what they say about women being able to tolerate much greater pain than men,"my wife remarked. "I barely hit you at all. You're such a baby!
No, I won't stop now; after all, you were the one who suggested I call Mistress Sheila about Spanking Night. We need the money, right? I'm afraid you will just have to live with this until Spanking Night has come and gone.
I will tell you what I will do,"she countered. "I will give you a choice. You can take ten blows at this level or twenty at half this level."
I knew she was right. I had encouraged her to call Mistress Sheila, big mistake. I then, realizing she wasn't about to stop, I considered her offer. I knew if I took ten blows with the cane at this level, I would be reduced to a sobbing sissy wimp. I told her to give me twenty at half pressure, another big mistake.
What I hadn't known was with each stroke of the cane, my bottom became more and more sensitive and the pain increased with each blow. After ten strokes I was begging her to stop but she completely ignored my pleas.
Twenty strokes later I lay there, sobbing like a sissy wimp while she rubbed some kind of soothing lotion on my bright red, swollen bottom.
"If I knew you were going to make such a fuss, I would have gagged you," My wife teased. "Oh well, next time."
Whatever she used on my bottom helped but I knew sleeping on my back tonight was not an option.
She threw me one of her silk nightgowns and said "Here you go sissy. It's better to rub against silk than your underpants or the bed sheets. Besides, after Master Dan, you seem more feminine to me now."
I was mortified. Yesterday I was cock of the walk. She would do anything I asked and I was king. Just twenty-four hours later, my wife had fucked another man and woman, fed me his cum, spanked me to tears and now enjoyed humiliating and feminizing me. Would our life ever be the same?
The next day I was watching TV when she came into the room. My jaw hit the floor and my cock hit my bellybutton. She had been shopping for something to wear that would be appropriate for Spanking Night.
She had a black mini-thong under full-body fishnets, knee-high stiletto boots, a black leather corset and elbow-high leather gloves. He beautiful breasts and nipple peeked through the fishnet making them so near and yet so far. She wore a Betty Page black wig and black cat-like mask.
I just stared in awe. My sweet little Angel had been transformed into a strong, sexy dominatrix.
"On your knees slave," She commanded. "do you like what you see?"
I fell to my knees on the floor dumbfounded and nodded my head.
