This is the third and final story for Ann and Cal, unless my readers think this effort is worthy of continuing. Please enjoy.
A special thanks to my editor, lover, Mistress and wife, M.
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Ann's success entering the disciplinary realm, coupled with Hilary's sincere encouragement, emboldened her to develop a rhythm of discipline for her husband. Cal was spanked every two or three weeks depending on Ann's desire to make a point about his moodiness or just replenish the rush she got when she bent him over her knee.
As the spankings became more regular, Cal found himself growing emotionally into the discipline through Ann's soft words of encouragement, when she told Cal how much progress he was making in attitude adjustments. That coupled with her warmth and comforting she so lavished on him after thrashing his bottom beet red.
With the continuity of his spankings, Ann began to increase the duration and severity of his sessions. At first Ann would try to count the hand and brush spanks, increasing them each time. Thereafter, Ann spanked for what felt like a reasonable amount of time. However, she was learning to watch CAL's breathing patterns and how he broke out in a sweat during her longer sessions. Ann also noted that the color of his backside was changing from pink to bright red with her escalated spankings. Her adept use of the hair brush was now embedding a crimson color interspersed with purple blotches from repeated spanks targeted at one spot and the snap in her wrist, she had mastered.
Cal found sensitivity sitting in his chair at the office, reminiscing fondly on the event that caused his subtle discomfort. In fact, he began to appreciate the changes Ann was having in his mood and behavior. Cal liked the anticipation, envisioning being over her knee on the bench in their bedroom.
'Anticipation', Cal thought? 'How crazy is this?', as he connected yearning to be spanked with the length of time between intercourse with his wife, yet it was true. Cal's desire to be disciplined and punished by his wife grew. As crazy as it seemed to him, he craved that intimacy despite the discomfort that came with each session.
Ann too, found the link between his horniness and his desire to be spanked and liked this connection. She began to use it to her advantage when she felt the need to make a significant change in Cal through a punishment, in lieu of a disciplinary session.
The first time Ann introduced the strap into her repertoire, Cal was dumbfounded. Cal could see the strap was well worn and his inquiry where she got it, was met with Ann's devious comment, "All you need to know when I use this strap, the intensity of my discipline will be enhanced through its use."
Cal wondered where Ann's comfort in shopping for these implements of discipline and her skill in wielding them came. As Ann complimented the use of her hand, the brush and strap with each other, Cal became increasingly aware of the impact they were having on him. He knew when his wife would tell him to mentally prepare for "some time with the strap," he struggled to separate his daily business to the transition from awareness, to yearning, then readiness and to finally, dread. The more Cal went through this mental gymnastics, the more accepting his desire to be whipped with the strap. He truly looked forward to these sessions, as they were something so personal and intimate, of the love they continued to build.
These thoughts were evident in Cal's mind as he reflected it had been almost two weeks since they last made love. Cal's libido was growing and evident in his restless nights, waking frequently thinking about lovemaking. Those nighttime thoughts were inextricably linked to being spanked. This night, his thoughts were enough to lead him to ask Ann the next morning when they could have a love making session.
Unbeknownst to Cal, Ann was carefully planning such an opportunity. She pounced on Cal's question with a nonchalant, "Sure, but are you ready for what comes first?"
Cal flinched at her question, thinking there was no reason for a spanking. He could not remember anything that would warrant discipline. "Why, honey? I have not done anything to deserve that," Cal quipped.
Again, Ann was prepared. "Oh you most certainly have earned it! In fact, a severe spanking. Don't you remember that night at the club when you stopped to have a beer with your golfing buddies? One beer became four AND you were late for dinner. AND you drove home when you promised me you wouldn't drive in that condition. AND remember I asked you to check the tire pressure in my car's tires? Did you do that for me? AND you have not cleaned the pool like I asked" Ann barked!
Cal retreated with her onslaught. She was right on all accounts. He debated a rebuttal, but decided it was not worth it. He chose instead to drop his request. Ann let his silence sink in for several minutes before she told him casually, "Ok, whenever you are ready, you just let me know so I can be ready too," she said smiling with that sexy grin that melted his heart many years ago.
The next several days were long and routine, actually boring for Cal, as his horniness grew. 'Fever', he called it...and his temperature was rising. But the nights became even more difficult as his sleeplessness was fueled by the passion to make love with his wife and knowing he deserved to be punished first. On Thursday morning, he caved. "Honey, I am ready. I know I did not behave as I should. And I drove when I should not have. And I failed to do the 'honey do's' as you asked. I think I am ready," Cal said softly.
Ann coolly asked if he was sure he was ready. "As I told you several days ago, this one will be severe. I will be strict since you deserve it. Are you
sure
you are ready?"
Cal dropped his head, sighed and humbly answered, "Yea, I guess so." Ann quickly asked again, "are you
sure
you are ready...no guessing with this one. Are you ready to be sternly punished?" Looking her directly, Cal gave Ann a soft and defeated, "yes."
"Very well," since I have volunteer work this afternoon and a church meeting tonight, let's plan for tomorrow. Can you get home early," Ann asked cheerfully, knowing she had sprung her plan on him perfectly?
"Sure," came the response.
"Great," Ann confirmed, sealing the deal.
As soon as Cal left for work, Ann made a phone call.
Thursday painstakingly drug on for Cal. His mind was not on work, or golf or on the nice fall weather, but on his date with punishment. Thursday night was the worst. Cal normally would get up once a night to relieve himself of the water they religiously drank before bed. This night, he was up three times. Couldn't sleep...needed a drink of water. Couldn't sleep...bathroom. Couldn't sleep...was the garage door closed? When he finally gave up at 5:30 AM, he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. A quick read of Strict Julie's Spanking site with his morning juice, reinforced his conviction that he was not the only male that wanted, no, yearned to be spanked.
Breakfast was normal for the two of them. Coffee, a fried egg and toast. Feed the dog, then to work. As Cal made his way toward the door, Ann dropped another bread crumb along her trail, "so we are still on for this afternoon?" Cal gave her a quick peck on the lips, and sealed his fate with a "yep" and a resigned look.
"Good. What time do you think you will be home," Ann asked? "Since it is Friday, how about 2," Cal offered.
"So before you go, let's get you ready for this afternoon," Ann said matter of factly. With beckoning finger and that sexy smile, she lured Cal back to their bedroom, telling him, "Take off your pants and underwear." As Cal obeyed, she disappeared into their closet, only to return with a box of Legg's pantyhose. Size Q+, nude and sheer to the waist, he noticed after Ann placed it so lovingly in his hand. Cal gulped and paused but it was too late. He was hooked.
Cal's uneasiness grew when she opened the drawer where they kept their 'toys'. As Cal fumbled opening the hose, Ann pulled out a new toy, a 6" butt plug and grabbed the KY. Cal had never seen a butt plug in person. Sure, on the sites he frequented, but now in his wife's hands? He was shocked and wary of what was next. Cal went to the bench at the bottom of their bed, where in but a few hours he expected to be whipped, to pull on his hose. Ann stopped him and motioned for him to kneel on the bed.
"Assume the same position you do when I use the strap on your bottom," Ann ordered. Cal knew this position all too well. Once on his knees on the bed, Ann ordered Cal to reach back and pull open his cheeks. Cal shuddered. Ann, enjoying the view and her husband's visible apprehension, waited for Cal to get them completely apart before she opened the top to the KY. Cal heard the familiar 'click' when it was opened. Ann took her time lubing up the tip and wiping the KY down the sides being sure to liberally coat the widest part. When the plug was ready, Ann began her speech.
"This is new. It will be a bit uncomfortable as I insert it. You will wear this frequently as part of your training, so you had better get used to it. Now relax and I will be gentle. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," Cal responded resting his head on their bed.
Ann placed the plug on its target and began to push. Cal flinched, tightening his sphincter. Ann slapped his bottom with her right hand and admonished him to relax. "This is going IN...because I want it IN you ...all day. So relax, or I will add another set with the strap to what I currently have planned for later today... and I'll make sure they wrap way around onto the sides of your thighs. Now relax," Ann cooed.
Cal took a deep breath and upon exhaling, relaxed. The tip went in smoothly. As the diameter grew toward its 1 1/2" girth, Cal moaned. It began to hurt. Ann slowed her penetration, working the plug in and out, ensuring the lube was evenly distributed. Ann told Cal, "Reduce the pull with your hands a bit." As Cal gave his cheeks a bit of a reprieve, Ann told him softly, "Here we go...this time it goes all the way in...relax...take a deep breath and exhale." Cal did as ordered. As he began to exhale, Ann pushed the plug slowly but with resolve. As it approached its widest part, Ann intentionally paused her penetration. "This is what it feels like when you enter me...now you know what it feels like. Maybe in the future, you will be gentler," Ann asked?
Having made her point so convincingly, Ann pressed the plug's maximum girth into Cal. As the plug began its final slide, Ann put her thumb on the base and made sure it bottomed out firmly, fully embedded in her husband. Cal let out a deep sigh as the pain subsided with the plugs final resting place.
"Ok, it is in. You can let your cheeks go," Ann said softly. As he let go, Cal began to rise up from the bed. He immediately felt the plugs presence. He was full, with a dull ache from within. As he stood, the plug pressed against his prostate. Cal had never felt this sensation before. He was sure he did not like it. Yet, when he looked at Ann, she had that same sexy smile he loved. She winked at him and gave him a kiss on the lips.
With that, she placed a towel on the bench and told Cal to sit to put on his pantyhose. Cal was embarrassed, not knowing how to put on pantyhose. He looked inquisitively at his wife.
