I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her on going proof reading, advice and encouragement which improved my story ten fold. Thank you so much.
This is only a fantasy. I have not stuck with the facts of how much abuse the body can take or what true damage it can cause; what laws are broken with public nudity or even the consequence, or any other law of physics that might pertain to this story. This is after all, only a fantasy.
From Cheating Husband to Little Man
THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST DAY
. Linda had spent the whole night on line, with tequila to loosen up her inhibitions. The early night had brought surprise and disgust by the revelations of why her husband had reacted the way he did, and was totally amazed by the suggestions of how to handle it. The late night was spent in research and decision making on how she would proceed.
She woke in the unused maid-quarters downstairs, her right arm extremely sore from her physical exertion. She smiled to herself as she remembered the plans she had made for their future and of the plans for the day's activities. Knowing she was getting a late start, she quickly jumped into the small bathroom's shower and then found jeans and a t-shirt in the boxes of spare cloths she kept stored in the bedroom.
Linda tipped toed upstairs and with her ear to the door listened for any sound that might indicate she should take her sorry husband to the hospital. However, she could hear the shower running. Pulling away from the door quietly, she went to the kitchen to feed the ravenous hunger she had woke up with.
She never ate a heavy breakfast, but it was Saturday and she was starving. After preparing eggs, beacon, toast and juice, she settled down to the kitchen table to eat and review her plans. She knew Danny must be starving too, neither had dinner and she doubted he had stopped for a meal with desert just waiting to get him into a bed. In addition, she knew he would be in a lot of pain--but,
oh well, there was aspirin in the master bedroom's bathroom
. She took her time enjoying her breakfast.
Once Linda was full, she gathered up the broken cane pole and headed for the bedroom. Opening the door, she found Danny sitting in the middle of the large empty room crying as he rubbed ointment on the welts and bruises on one leg. She watched as he turned his tear streaked face up to her.
Through his tears, "Honey, I'm β¦"
Her anger rose as she pointed the cane pole at his face, "Don't talk to me! I'll do all the talking. You have nothing to say I want to hear."
As she walked towards him, Danny began crab walk his body back across the floor trying to put distance between him and his wife as she slowly stalked towards him with the vicious cane in her hand. She seemed to stalk him as a wild animal stalks its trapped prey.
Linda's breathing became heavy as she watched her husband try to move back away from her. Her eyes roved over his abused flesh and the pain and fear in his face as he watched her. He continued to work himself across the floor on his butt and against the far wall. Her blood began to race as she watched his bruised cock begin to grow before her eyes.
Once his back was against the wall, he did have the look of a trapped animal, but Linda bet that a trapped animal did not get a raging hard-on before being consumed by its stalker. She pointed the broken cane pole at his now vibrating cock. "You are a sorry piece of shit. Even beaten and humiliated, you're wanting a good fucking. "
Danny looked down to see she was right. He face bloomed bright red as his wife continued to verbally abuse his reactions.
"You're just a slut. All you want is a good fuck. I beat the hell out of you, threaten to throw your ass out for fucking around on me and humiliate you in front of our neighbor, and the only thing you care about is getting fucked. Well, listen up little man. You have had your last piece of cunt! You want to live here, there will be no more women; you will do exactly as I tell you. You're going to quit that job you never go to anyway, you will keep this house clean and you will take care of me. You will do anything I tell you. And, we will start with some respect for the bread winner in this family. Do we understand each other!?"
Danny cowed against the wall starring at the tormentor pointing a cane pole not more than two inches from his face, "Yes, honey. Anything."
"Don't call me honey! It's yes ma'am to you!"
He tried to back away from the instrument of pain, but his back was already against the wall. "Yes ma'am."
"You will go to the phone right now and call in your resignation. You'll tell them that your wife said you have to quit and stay home to take care of the house and your wife."
"Honey, can't I just β¦"
Linda hit him across his raised thigh. He cried out and stuttered, "Yes ma'am." Danny started to rise to walk to the phone in the far corner, but a searing pain across his shoulders dropped him back to the floor.
"Crawl to the phone. I didn't give you permission to stand!"
Through tears of pain, "Yes ma'am." He crawled across the floor, his rock hard cock jutting up against his paunch, his ball sack swaying between his thighs, and sat next to the phone setting on the floor.
Linda watched with satisfaction as he spoke to his boss and repeated exactly what she had told him. Apparently the boss required more of an explanation, but Danny only continued to repeat what he was told, his eyes never wavering from her face.
After hanging up the phone he stayed sitting there by the phone waiting for his wife's next assault, "You will speak only when I give you permission, and most answers will require no more than 'yes ma'am' or 'no ma'am'. You will do anything I tell you to, including what you will wear. From now on while you are in my house, you will go naked as a reminder of what a slut you are, to show our neighbors and friends that you are just a big slutty cock with no control over your body." She laughed as his face glowed red at the idea that he might be seen this way.
She reached down and laid her warm palm against his face and grinned as he flinched. "But I love you. So I will give you an out to this situation." She paused as she loved his cheek with her hand watching as he calmed at her touch. "You can leave anytime you want to."
She smiled as he grasped for hope. "But you leave as you are and you can never come back."
Linda watched the different emotions play across his face as he contemplated his situation. He lowered his eyes and in a soft pitiful voice, "I haven't got any money and now I haven't got a job. I'll stay."
She laughed softly, "You can always go live with your brother." She loved his reaction.
Sheer shock crossed his face, "No. No, he would never let me live this down. Once he found out you threw me out for screwing around and that I didn't have a penny to my name, he'd throw me out too!"
She watched as he accepted his situation. "Yes ma'am. I'll stay."
"Very well, follow me to the kitchen."
He followed her down the stairs and to the kitchen, his minded never resting. For the first time in his life, he had no control over is own life and he had allowed it. He felt uncomfortable in his own nudity; now perfectly obvious, he had not taken care of his body. He knew he was a good fifty pounds over weight, and his erect cock, though loosing some of its starch, stuck out under his beer paunch. Elongated bruises crisscrossed his body, and he had never liked the over abundance of hair on his body that hard started to grow all over him after his thirtieth birthday. He was once considered a very good looking man, broad shoulder narrow hipped, and the women loved his soft black curls; but not as much as they loved his large cock.