"I need to be punished, sir" Brenda typed, and pressed send.
Eddie's phone was face down on the table next to him when it buzzed. He had planned to work from home today but a vendor meeting was rescheduled at the last minute. It was just past 11 and the meeting had started at 10. There were 3 people from the vendor and a dozen or so from his company, including Eddie. He had heard the background presentation before so he was sitting at the far end of the table to let some of the new folks interact more with the vendor. Eddie's turn to participate would come later, but he still had to look like he was paying attention.
He picked up his phone and glanced at the screen and read the message. "Brat" he thought, "she knows I'm in a meeting" and put it back down. While the sales rep continued her spiel, Eddie wondered what game Brenda was playing.
A few minutes go by.
Bzzz. "I didn't make the bed this morning." Eddie thought "So..., we never make the bed. Why am I supposed to care?"
Another few minutes go by.
Bzzz. "I ate cake for breakfast."
Another few minutes go by.
Bzzz. "I didn't collect the eggs from the hens today". "WTF" Eddie thought, "we don't HAVE hens." And then it dawned on him: they were planning to go to a Halloween party tonight, and Brenda was going to go as an ill-behaved submissive "Trad Wife." She was getting into character, and setting the stage for tonight.
He lowered the phone to his lap and surreptitiously replied, in character as the dominant "Alpha Male" role she was expecting: "You can't even take care of the house or yourself. Why did I even marry you?"
"Because you like my naughty bits, sir?"
And then the phone buzzed again, but in a different pattern, indicating a message had come in on another app they use for temporary messages - usually highly suggestive or explicit pictures when they wanted to tease each other remotely. In other words, NSFW, and he knew he couldn't open it right there. He was having trouble paying attention to the meeting, thinking about what pictures Brenda might have sent.
"All right then, that's it for the introductory presentation. Let's take a 15 minute break, and then we'll meet back here for a working lunch."
Eddie walked as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself to the other end of the office and into a bathroom stall. He did actually have to pee, but he really wanted privacy so he could see Brenda's pictures. He lowered his pants and underwear and sat on the toilet.
It was an up-skirt photo, but it was fairly dark and it looked like she was wearing panties.
"Cunt, you know better than to send me poor quality pictures like that. Take off the skirt and panties and send me a clear picture with your lips spread."
"Sorry sir, I'll do better?" The message came first, followed by the picture as requested. Eddie's cock started to stiffen, and he reached down to stroke it.
Mindful of the time, he wrote back quickly "Much better, pet. Now send me one with two fingers deep in your pussy, and then make yourself cum and send me another one with proof. And make it quick, I have to get back to my meeting!"
One picture showed up quickly and Eddie started stroking himself faster, glancing at his watch. He only had a few minutes, and hoped Brenda would be able to send the final picture in time.
With about a minute to spare, his phone buzzed again. There on the screen was his beautiful wife's glistening pussy, with dark fully engorged lips spread open with both hands exposing her bright pink vulva and vaginal opening. He could tell by the moisture on her skin and fingers that she had in fact cum as directed. He clicked to save the picture for later viewing and put his phone down and stroked furiously for a few more seconds until he came into a wad of toilet paper.
Eddie cleaned up and typed a final message before exiting the stall and hurrying back to the meeting: "Very good my obedient pet. But don't think I've forgotten your earlier transgressions. I'll be thinking of punishment ideas before I get home."
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"Honey, I'm home!" Eddie called as he walked in the door. Brenda came up to him completely naked, curlers in her hair, bright red lipstick and bright red polish on her finger and toe nails. She gave hime a peck on the lips. "Hi dear, my polish is still drying and my curls are almost done. I'll be ready to go to the party soon. Would you like to review my outfit?"
Eddie put his arms on her shoulders and stood at arm's length and gazed lovingly at his wife, taking in her naked form. Role playing aside, he did really like her "naughty bits" but was still amazed after several years of marriage that he had been so lucky to land a woman like her.
Getting back into character, Eddie said "Hmmm. Yes, about that outfit. Based on your behavior this morning, we may need to make some adjustments."
Brenda let her nails finish drying and removed the curlers, checking her hairstyle out in the mirror. "Just like a trad-wife" she said to herself.
Meanwhile Eddie had gone into the bedroom to see the outfit Brenda had picked. The dress was light blue covered in flowers, modest neckline, short sleeves with a lace fringe and knee-length, with a matching belt at the waist. Brenda had picked out white lace panties and a matching bra, and low-heeled patent leather Mary Janes with a pair of ruffled white socks.
"I can work with the dress" Eddie thought. "We have to have the appearance of a Trad Wife at the party tonight." He put the bra and panties to the side: no need for those at all. The shoes and socks would be cute and wouldn't get in the way of his plans. The dress had been bought at a thrift store, so he knew he could make some modifications without upsetting Brenda. He got a pair of scissors and went to work on the buttons. There were ten in all from top to bottom. He snipped off the top three and the bottom three and held the dress up to see how it would drape. "It's a good start" he figured. "I'll bring my mini pocket knife so I can make more 'adjustments' later."
Brenda came into the room. "So, what am I wearing tonight?"
"The dress socks and shoes. For now." He smiled.
"OK, I can live with that" Brenda said. Then she picked up the dress to put it on and noticed the missing buttons. "Really?"
"Go ahead, try it on. I bet you can hardly tell the buttons are missing. And you still have the belt."
Brenda was skeptical. Since many button were missing, she just pulled it on over her head, smoothed it out and looked in the full-length mirror, turning left and right. Standing still, it looked ok. The top opened a little, but her breasts weren't really showing. She took a few steps back, then stepped forward, sliding her leg through the open slit at the bottom. It opened to about mid-thigh: hardly scandalous.
She smiled and gave a twirl for Eddie and exposed a little more thigh, and walked over to the bed to put her socks and shoes on. She intentionally raised the skirt as she down, causing the slit to rise even higher. She glanced up and saw Eddie watching carefully, and blew him a kiss before standing up.
"I'm ready. Are you?" Then she skipped out of the room and down the hall and looked back and said "Coming, sir?"
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The 21+ party was sponsored by a new adult store in town as a way to drum up business. They had rented out a party hall on the edge of an industrial park that was basically a converted, updated warehouse that could be partitioned into different sized rooms. One advantage was that it was close enough to commercial and residential areas to be safe, but far enough away that there was no casual car or foot traffic, giving party-goers some privacy.
The host had provided valet parking, so Eddie pulled up and got the ticket from one valet while another opened the passenger side door for Brenda. Because of the missing buttons, the valet got an eyeful as the dress parted and rose up when she slid out of the car. She took Brenda's hand to help her out, and Brenda winked at her as she walked by and joined Eddie to head inside.
In order to protect everyone's privacy, guests were required to leave their phones with an attendant just inside, before heading into the main area which was fully decked out in Halloween decorations, and the light was moderately low, but not so low that costumes couldn't be seen.
Given the sponsor, the costumes tended towards the risque. Brenda and Eddie walked in, glanced around to get the lay of land, and decided to grab some appetizers and a drink first. At the bar, Eddie said "Don't drink too much tonight: I want to make sure you can give consent without being impaired ;)"
Brenda raised her eyebrows and cocked her head. "Just what do have in mind for tonight?"
"That's 'sir' to you, and do you not remember that you are to be punished?"
"Yes sir, I had not forgotten. I will remain sober."
After eating a bit, they wandered the floor with their drinks. Product demonstration stations with better lighting had been set up along two walls away from the food and the bar, and there was a DJ playing music in another corner, with the center of the room reserved for dancing and general socializing. Eddie steered Brenda to the first station, which was "Impact Play."
The store rep said "OK, looks like we've got a good group of interested folks here now, so I'll start the demonstration. My name is Max, and first I'll talk about a few of the toys we have available here, then I'll ask for some brave souls to help me demonstrate some of our fine products" he said with a grin. "Everyone paying attention?" The small crowd murmured assent.
"If you aren't familiar with impact play, it may surprise you how many different implements there are available, and how each one produces a different effect. A paddle is a paddle, right? Wrong. Some are made of wood, some have leather padding, some may have a texture or even studs, and they come in different sizes and weights. You could even use a kitchen wooden spoon as a paddle in a pinch :) Before you buy one or use one on a partner, pick it up, heft it, feel the surface. Swing it a few times. Then try another."
"We also have riding crops. These too come in different varieties. Shorter or longer handles, with different flexibility. The hitting surface may be stiff and narrow, or more flexible and wider. You might not expect this, but a smaller crop head may cause more pain and even injury, because the force is concentrated."
He went on to explain canes, floggers, whips etc. and finally asked for volunteers. The audience looked around at each other as if to say "not me, why don't you show us how it's done?"
Max then said "Come now, don't be shy. You must be interested if you are here, eh? To make it interesting, let's have a couple come up, and I'll show one partner how to strike the other safely and effectively. We'll start gentle, I promise."
Eddie leaned in to Brenda and said "I'd like you to volunteer us, and tell them you are looking for ways you might be punished."
"I can't do that! Not with everyone watching!"
"You can use your safe word and we'll leave, or you can speak up. It wasn't a suggestion pet."
Brenda pursed her lips. She rarely used even her "yellow" safeword, let alone red, and wasn't ready to give up on the evening yet.
