I had gone up to bed early and, have to admit, left the curry dishes and the containers on the kitchen table. I was just drifting off to sleep when the bedroom door opened and I feared the worst.
There was no reprimand and she slipped silently into the bathroom; close escape there then. Time plays tricks on you as you drift in and out of consciousness but she seemed to take longer than usual to prepare for bed.
Then the bathroom door flew open and she said "Right" in a loud commanding voice. I struggled back to consciousness to see her silhouetted in the doorway. I had to suppress a gulp as I now knew why there had been no reprimand earlier. Carrying her old riding crop, She was wearing only stockings and suspenders, with silk french knickers over the top and vertiginous high heels.
"I said RIGHT," she announced as she swished the air menacingly with her riding crop. "Who forgot to clear the table and put the plates in the dishwasher? They don't jump in by themselves you know. And you left the stinking containers out, so I shall have to punish you." And she brought the crop down forcefully on the bed with a scary whack.
"Get out of bed...now...stand over there by the window... Take off your pyjama top...now drop the bottoms..." I stood there naked and sleepy but my cock was beginning to twitch. She tapped it with the riding crop just hard enough to make it sting but that only made matters worse.
"Don't think you are going to see any action tonight until I have thoroughly taught you a lesson...turn round...hold the curtain pole with your hands above your head... Legs apart a little more...now let me see, no table cleared, that's 2 strokes," And she traced the business end of the crop across my buttocks and tapped them just hard enough to cause a tingle of expectation.
"No dishwasher loaded, that's another 4." Now the crop traced the crack of my bum "and those stinky containers left out, that's got to be worth 6, so how many strokes can you expect?"
