Changing Husbands Behavior Ch 02

By Susan Greenway

[This story involves spanking, whipping, and caning. If that is not to your liking, please read no further. The characters and overall plot were introduced in Chapter 1, but it's not necessary for you to read it first. All characters are well over 18.]

A few weeks after I had initiated my own Behavior Modification Program for my husband, in an effort to change his abusive and raging conduct in our home, my job required me to travel out of town for several days. I now knew that my good friend Amy was engaged in a similar project to mine. She was disciplining her husband Frank when he got out of line, aiming to change and correct the way he acted toward her.

Amy had been visiting me when my husband Jay had acted up and was disciplined in her presence. I had previously told him in response to his question that he might well be punished in front of others if he misbehaved when they were present. He was obstreperous and made untoward remarks. I took out my thin cane and caned him on his bare bottom. Then I invited Amy to give him some strokes and she delivered two crisp stingers right down the middle of his bottom.

Amy had also observed his serving corner time with his trousers and underpants down. Although he was not yet wearing panties at my direction, she knew that I had already sentenced him to wear them until he merited relief. After speaking with her on the phone, I informed Jay that he would be staying at Amy's home while I was away.

"I should not have to add that you will be subject to her making appropriate entries in your behavior book should you misbehave, and she will of course have total authority to discipline you should she find that necessary," I warned him. Jay knew that Amy had already taken control of her husband Frank and that she might even be a more severe dominant than I was becoming.

I advised Jay that he had better pay careful attention to any orders or instructions Amy gave him, because I reiterated that I knew she expected immediate compliance. For good measure, I added, "You should also know that in the past weeks, Amy has acquired a cane similar to mine. I suspect Frank has already felt it applied to his backside."

"I hope you will not make me look bad by misbehaving at Amy's home," I said. "But you know that she is likely to enforce an even stricter standard of behavior for you than I do."

Jay promised he would do his best to do what Amy told him to do, and me and added, "I'll be a good boy, Elaine." His saying that made me feel wet in my panties because it indicated that my work was showing results.

Jay had spoken to me on the phone after his first day at Amy's. He had reported there after work the day I departed. Amy had put him in one of her children's bedrooms, as they were away at school. She had two girls, so this was the younger daughter's bedroom and was appropriately girly. Knowing that someone in Jay's now-subordinated position should not be tempted, she had removed all of her daughter Holly's underwear and personal garments from her dresser and closet.

Jay admitted to me that he felt childish in Holly's room. In fact, I had sentenced him to wear panties for a week and after his first day, Amy handed him a pair of what must have been Holly's girly undies to put on. He looked askance at this new humiliation and asked if he had done something wrong.

"Not until now you haven't," Amy snapped. "But by questioning me, you have earned an entry in your behavior book, and you also will be corrected right now." She ushered him into the living room where Frank had been watching TV. Amy turned off the television. She briefly said to her husband that I had misbehaved and was going to be corrected.

Jay told me on the phone later that Frank merely nodded that he had heard her and sat quietly in his chair. Amy sat down in an armless chair and had me stand in front of her. She is redheaded and tall at 5-7, with a lovely 36C chest and an attractive face that belies her stern nature. Elaine has told me that she enjoys her as a friend but knew neither Frank nor I were going to escape severe punishment at her hands this week.

Amy ordered me to drop my trousers. Then she reached over and pulled down the pink panties Elaine had made me wear. She told me to lie across her lap for my spanking. She did not start with her hand as Elaine usually did. Instead, she began by using her wooden hairbrush. I told Elaine later that it was the hardest spanking I'd ever received, which I proved by my crying long before it was over.

At that time, Amy told me to go over and stand in the corner, facing it, with my trousers and panties at my ankles. I had never felt so embarrassed to be there in that position in front of both Frank and Amy.

Frank was subdued because he knew how fierce his wife could be and because she had already informed him that he was due for a caning. Amy did not specify when he would be caned, only that he had earned that punishment. I told Elaine that I found that extremely hurtful because Frank was unable to think about much else so long as his caning was at the front of his consciousness.

After I'd spent 15 minutes or so in that corner, Amy returned and had me remove my trousers and panties entirely. She then handed me the pair of Holly's girly panties to put on and made a motion indicating that I was expected to step into them now and pull them up. Amazingly to me, I was able to pull them up and then I felt ridiculous as they had children's cartoon characters on them and were reinforced on the outside with some coating that would retain liquid should the wearer lose urinary control in them.

I realized that they had undoubtedly been training panties for Holly but fit me because they were a large enough size to have been employed when she was in high school, and all of 18, as a humiliating punishment for her as a mostly mature teen. This did impress me with Amy's obviously strong tendency toward using embarrassment and humiliation in her discipline.

It was now time for dinner and Amy told me to pull up my trousers. I accompanied Frank to the dining room where he and I were seated on low chairs so that Amy towered over us. Amy had a very nicely prepared salad in front of her place and both Frank and I had been given bowls of Wheatena hot cereal with a little jug of milk and a sugar bowl near us.

"Now don't go overboard on the milk and sugar, Jay," Amy warned me. "Frank knows that he needs to control his tendencies to weaken the taste of his cereal that way."

I helped myself to a very controlled spoonful of sugar and a small amount of milk on my Wheatena. I had never liked it much and almost thought Elaine might have told Amy of my dislike for it. It turned out that Frank didn't like it much, so it was a regular part of his menu at home.

After that unusual dinner, we adjourned back to the living room where Frank and I were allowed an hour of TV before our early bedtime at 8:30 P.M. Before we went to bed, though, Amy asked if Elaine had required me to perform toilet service for her.

I avoided making a face at something that sounded simply awful, and merely said that she had not. She then told me that this was part of Frank's program, so she wanted me to come with them to her bathroom and observe.

I watched carefully as Amy sat on the toilet and Frank got down on his knees facing her. Her skirt covered her down below her knees and I could see that she now pulled her panties down below her bottom but only a little bit, so they were under her long skirt. I then heard her begin to pee. She made a loud noise when her stream hit the water in the toilet bowl.

When her pee stream tailed off, she motioned to Frank, and he managed to stick his head under her skirt where he must've been licking her vulva dry after she had pissed. She then had him remove his head from under her skirt and she turned round on the toilet, still keeping her skirt covering her lower regions.

I soon heard the tell-tale plop of Amy's making a doody into the toilet. She then clearly had trained Frank to put his head back under her skirt and lick her asshole clean since she was now facing the back of the toilet. After he had cleaned her, she reached down and pulled up the panties that had been just below her bottom and invisible to me. Then she allowed him to kiss her on her anus over her panties and she told him to move back from under her skirt. Then she stood up.

"Frank learned to clean me in the way you just observed," she told me. "He did it this way so you could see how I will expect you to serve me. He has earned the privilege now--when no one else is present--to serve me without having to do it under my skirt. If you prove competent and compliant, you may also win that benefit."

I wondered how I could ever come to feel that licking the piss and shit around and in a woman's cunt and asshole without doing it in the dark under her skirt was a privilege or a benefit, but I soon realized that it was indeed such a gift. In the next few days, Amy had Frank and I alternating between being her toilet servant.

After I performed this function twice to her satisfaction, I was allowed to lick her orifices clean without being in the dark under her skirt. I found Amy's pudenda and anal region attractive, given her red hair. I found the traces of her piss on her vulval skin and in her pubic hair salty and smelling strongly, while she passed her bowel movements in what I would describe as a "clean" manner, leaving little residue to me to lick up. However, the area around her anus did have fecal residue in her hairs there and there was always that unmistakable odor of doody present.

Amy told me that she would give Elaine a complete report on my time at her home. This would include, she said, a record of my toilet use. When I was home from work and needed to use the toilet, I would report to her so she would witness every time I urinated or made a doody. She would write in my behavior book; I learned later that she included detailed description of my bowel movements.

She also made me ask permission to sit on the toilet, and then to pull my panties down. She taught me to lower them to just below my bottom cheeks, so I had to take care that I didn't let any pee hit them or worse, make sure that when I made a doody, it didn't land in my panties given how close they were to my bottom. I had to await her precise permission to pee or shit (I was not permitted to use that word).

She also would examine each piece of toilet paper I used to wipe myself and later my panties would be inspected to make certain I hadn't stained them. Frank let me in on the fact that he had been promoted from having to secure all these humiliating permissions; he expected that I would be too after a few days.

"Don't ever assume you are relieved of asking her permission, though," he warned me, "because if she thinks you are moving past where she has set you on her scale, she will demote you and that is the most humiliating thing of all: to be returned to asking Mommy for permission to pull down your pants or panties and then to pee or poop."

Frank had one other advantage, not so much based on his seniority in her service but on his marriage to Amy, despite his highly subordinated status in the house. He dd get to sleep in her bed and he did tell me that he had been afforded this privilege, although he told me never to even refer to it or we both would get the most awful punishments I could imagine. I gathered that he was also there to serve Amy sexually at her direction. I did miss having sex with my own wife and domme.

Once I returned to our home when Elaine came back, we were in bed and relaxing in what I liked to regard as the afterglow of our lovemaking. Elaine told me that Amy had found that allowing Frank to sleep with her and fuck her exactly as she wanted improved his general behavior and attitude.

"I haven't restricted our own sex, Jay," she said with a smile, "because I too want you to enjoy it as I do, and I do love you very much." I replied that I adored her and would hope we could continue to demonstrate that conjugally.

I had not been permitted to see Frank get his caning, the imminence of which had tormented him because he had no idea as to exactly when it would occur. I didn't even know if it had happened when I was at their home during Elaine's travel absence.

Amy had talked to Elaine about it later, it turned out. Whenever it did take place, Frank was taken by surprise. Amy told him at dinner one day to report to her in the living room after they finished eating. He usually shared the same meal she had--the Wheatena was a special innovation occasioned by my presence.

When he came to the living room, Amy had him strip to the special control panties he was made to wear then. Then she pulled those down below his bottom and extracted a large butt plug she had inserted in his anal opening some hours earlier. She then informed him that his promised caning would now occur.

Amy had him get up on the couch on all fours. He knew that his cock and balls were totally exposed in this position. He only hoped they would not feel the kiss of Amy's scary thin cane, which she was swishing in the air. The noise must have frightened him dreadfully, I thought. It always did that for me before Elaine caned me.

Amy then positioned herself behind him, drew the cane back, and flicked it across the middle of his bare bottom. He screamed and she kept flicking the cane with her wrist motion as she drew parallel red lines as her aim proceeded down his bottom. She placed one cruel stroke in the crease between his buttocks and thighs, causing a screeching scream from Frank.

Then she delivered two crisscross diagonal strokes that hurt like hell, I knew, because they crossed the other stroke lines. Amy finished with a wildly powerful last stroke down the middle again, which almost led to his losing position. He had to hear Amy warn him that if he lost position, she would be forced to start the caning all over again with her first stroke.

"Maybe I should have that rule for you, Jay," Elaine said playfully, as she toyed with my now hard cock. Hearing about Frank's caning from Elaine had given me a very firm erection.

"Let's make use of that bad boy now, Jay," Elaine giggled. "I want him right inside me. Lie on your back." She then rolled atop me and impaled herself on my stiff prick. I did enjoy making love to Elaine; it felt so good and, in a way, almost made up for her sustained program of female dominance under which I lived.

She had received my behavior book back from Amy, who had begrudgingly given me an overall passing grade for my stay in her home. She had written that I had been a good influence on Frank and improved his morale. She also wrote humiliatingly, "Jay did leave pee and doody stains in his panties more than once. This prevented me from allowing him to wear ladies' panties in place of my daughter's girly training ones."

Elaine told me that she had been amazed when Amy had told her how she had made her daughter wear those girly training panties when she became 18. Holly had shown some tendencies to stay out late and come home inebriated. She was shocked when she was told that she would be wearing the horribly embarrassing girly control panties.

"I found that she was afraid to take them off when she had a date for fear that I might make her lift her skirt when her date arrived to pick her up," Amy had grinned as she related this to Elaine. "I bet you found them awfully restrictive, didn't you, Jay?" Elaine asked me with a wide grin on her gorgeous face.

She then smiled some more as she showed me the latest issue of The Ladies' Guide to Discipline and Supervision. This magazine had become quite popular with women since it recognized female dominance as the normal order of things; it contained detailed advice about controlling their husbands, boyfriends, sons, and nephews.

The magazine she gave me to read contained a feature article on how women should have men they supervised wear feminine clothing as a means of both embarrassing and humiliating them. It immediately became clear to me that Amy had put me in Holly's girly undies after she learned about the practice from this article.

I found one sentence illuminating: "While women are trained to use sanitary protection to avoid staining their panties with natural vaginal discharges, men are likely to stain panties they have been made to wear by involuntary emissions of penile fluids other than urine." The article recommended that "frequent offenders" wear pantiliners in their panties to avoid this "problem."

Failure to improve their cleanliness should lead to an escalation in discipline to putting a man in diapers, the author recommended, and optimally in plastic panties over the diaper or even a lockable diaper cover. The magazine included ads for those awful diaper covers. I imagined that Elaine might make me wear one and that she would lock me in it so I would have no choice but to pee or poo in my diaper. Yikes!

There was a picture of the woman who wrote the article. Her name was Gloria Palmer. I was hypnotized by her lovely face and scared by her piercing eyes. The biographical line under her byline said that she was Assistant Secretary for Women's Advancement in the government, serving all women who needed help in asserting their control in the home.

I knew that Elaine was treating me in a very considerate way by showing me this magazine, which most women believed men should not be allowed to read. Frank had told me that Amy had whipped him severely when she caught him reading her copy without her permission. "And she won't ever give me permission, Jay," he confided sadly.

I learned that a number of women had sent their husbands to retraining centers when the men had been caught reading the magazine. I knew, therefore, that Elaine was extending a special privilege to me in permitting me to read this informative guide aimed at strengthening women's power.

Another article that bothered me when I read it was one on training men to use the toilet "in a ladylike way." It began by pointing out that women increasingly were using stand-to-pee devices to urinate standing up. Then it urged its female readers to teach their submissive men to sit down on the toilet seat to do their business: "A man will need to press his penis when he pees sitting down so that he does not spray the seat. He should be taught to pull his panties only down part way on his thighs the way most women do to avoid letting their panties touch the floor, which might be wet, and also to avoid exposing their genitals as much as possible."

I asked Elaine later if she agreed with this article.

"Oh, Jay," she said warmly, "do you mean that I should have you using the toilet sitting down? I'd feel incredibly happy if you would do that, honey. After all, then you won't need to put the seat up when you pee standing up and won't worry about forgetting to put it down when you're done."

I knew that women now were urged to treat the ancient male offense of leaving the seat up with great seriousness. An editor of the magazine observed in her monthly column: "Men who continue to offend by leaving the toilet seat up should be immediately disciplined when you discover the seat in that position. I have found that applying your punishment cane to their naughty bottoms will drive home their need to correct this highly disrespectful behavior. If he proves recalcitrant after your taking this step, he needs to spend time in a retraining camp."

I asked my wife if she really would cane me for leaving the seat up. Elaine grinned and said, "When men leave the seat up, any woman who discovers that offense or worse yet, falls into the toilet bowl because she doesn't notice it, is humiliated. That's why it's now taken so seriously. You know that I will whip or cane you if I need to, but I do tend to reserve those punishments for extremely bad behavior. I will award you points, of course, and you remember, I'm sure, when I had you wear a pair of Holly's girly undies that Amy sent me when you came back from staying at her home."