When I entered the kitchen, the note was on the table.
I expect you in the study this evening. You will receive twelve strokes of the senior school cane on your bare bottom. Your appointment is at seven o'clock. I would advise you not to be late.
Although I had expected something of the sort, this still sent a chill down my spine.
I knew I was due a punishment today as it was the last Thursday of the month. This ritual has been repeated for the last year. It all started one evening when both my husband and I had drunk more wine than was good for us. He said he wanted to spice up our sex lives, and he had always wanted to spank my bottom. By the end of the evening, I discovered that he was interested in spanking and punishment and had always fantasied about putting me over his knee and punishing me. From that initial conversation, this Thursday ritual has grown. It has certainly livened up our sex lives and although it is scary at the time it is also extremely exciting.
As background, we are a normal married couple and have been together for fifteen years and married for the last eight. We both hold down professional jobs. My husband runs a training and coaching company, and I am a senior account executive in the pharmaceutical industry.
The ritual around Thursday has grown over time. In the morning I get a note detailing my punishment this may also include what I am required to wear. In the past, I have dressed as a French maid, an adult college girl, and a sexy nurse. Sometimes I am asked to insert a small buttplug before reporting for punishment. If there are no instructions, I must dress as if I am going on a date. My nerves have increased over the last few days. This nervousness has multiplied manyfold now I have received my instructions.
I went into the office, as usual, that day. I was preoccupied with thoughts of the evening to come. My boss told me that a major client of mine had agreed to proceed with a proposal I had been working on for months. The client wanted to come into the office tomorrow to complete the final negotiations and get the deal signed. I was delighted but there was a part of me that was disappointed. I would now be required to be seated through most of tomorrow to go through the fine contract details. I would be sitting on a very sore and striped bottom. Not something to look forward to. I decided I could not share these details with my boss, I was not sure he would understand.
Eventually, the working day ended, and I could go home and prepare for my ordeal.
I had a light snack I was too nervous to eat much but felt I should keep my strength up. I ran myself a deep bath and before stepping in I looked at myself in the mirror. I have a good figure for a woman in her late thirties. I do have a bit of a tummy and my bottom is quite large. However, I do try to keep myself in shape. I draw looks from people that I meet, and I know my husband still fancies me. Especially when bent over presenting my bottom for his cane. He has described my bottom as the perfect size and shape for punishment.
I take my time in the bath. My husband has said that I should present myself for punishment as I would for a lover on a date. I shave my legs, armpits, and my pussy. I take extra time over my pussy to ensure no stray hairs are remaining. My husband will inspect me before my punishment and any fault will result in extra strokes. Once I received two extra for not being clean-shaven.
Once dried I went into our bedroom to dry my hair and decide what to wear. I do not normally wear stockings and suspenders, but my husband insists that I wear them for punishment. I take my time deciding and finally choose a black suspender belt and black seamed stockings. Whenever I put stockings on my anxiety increases, it somehow makes it more real. It also makes me excited at the same time. Although Thursday punishments are painful, they are also exciting, sexually exciting.
I found the skirt and blouse I am planning to wear and black stiletto heels. The heels are required whatever I am instructed to wear. I would not like to walk far in them, but I must say they do enhance the look.
I look at the finished result in the mirror. I know that in the next hour, I will be made to strip down to my underwear, bare my bottom, and cry my way through most of my punishment. My makeup so carefully applied will not look quite the same after all that. But for now, I like what I am seeing. My husband would describe it as a beautiful lady ready to meet her master for correction. Thinking in this way does turn me on. I am normally in control and am known as assertive around the office, but once a month I become submissive to my loving husband.
It is time. I walk down the stairs and knock on the office door just as the minute hand clicks over to seven o'clock.
"Enter," I hear my husband request. With my throat dry and my heart hammering in my chest I open the door. He is seated behind his large desk, dressed in suit trousers and a smart shirt. He looks at me and asks. "Do you know why I have summoned you?"
"Yes, Sir." I must call him Sir to ensure that I do not receive extra punishment.
"The reason is?"
"I am to be severely punished for my failings over the last month."
"How are you to be punished?" He does like me to spell out what is going to happen. It is hard having to describe it to him. Horrid but nicely scary.
"I am going to have to present my naked bottom and you are going to cane me. Twelve of the very best."
