Modifying Husbands Behavior Ch 03

[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, and further developed in Chapter 2, but it's not necessary for you to read either before this one. All characters are well over 18.]

My wife Elaine was nice enough to tell me about her private get-together in our bedroom with Gloria Palmer, the young, severe writer and also Assistant Secretary of Women's Affairs in the government. Gloria had put me through some discipline before her session with Elaine. She had me serve her both ways in the tub as she squatted over my face and she also put me in diapers, complete with a locked diaper cover, which had been one of the things I feared most when Elaine began her behavior modification program for me.

It turned out Gloria went both ways. Elaine said it was delightful being in bed with her and I could see my wife's face still flushed from her orgasming with Gloria. I was proud of Elaine for asking Gloria if she needed to be disciplined herself. Surprisingly to me, but not to my wife, Gloria said she'd like Elaine to take charge of her.

Elaine told her she had been naughty and would be whipped. Just being told that I'm going to be whipped arouses me and scares the hell out of me as well. Not only did Elaine whip Gloria on her bare bottom, but she flicked the cane once very lightly up between her legs after ordering Gloria to hold herself open there.

This must be as painful and scary for a woman as being struck on my male equipment would be for me. I don't even like to think about it. But I do have incredible respect for my dear wife Elaine, even if she's putting me through this behavior improvement program, because she obviously can deliver a cruel stroke on a lady's bits down there without injury.

Yesterday, Elaine told me that she would have to be away for work for a few days starting Tuesday. I was surprised when she said that she would be sending me over to her friend Amy's house again. Last time she sent me to Amy, I was introduced to serving Amy when she excreted--both ways. She also wields a mean cane and hairbrush.

Elaine then genuinely surprised me. She said that I would be under the supervision of Amy's younger daughter, Holly, who is 18 and home from school on intersession break. It turns out that Holly has joined a sorority and when Amy mentioned that I'm sent over to her for supervision when Elaine is away, Holly said she would love to be my babysitter.

"I assume I can spank him if he's naughty," Amy reported her saying to her mom. I'm sure Amy told her about how she made me lie in the bathtub and stare up at Amy's orifices, not knowing which one might open and release her pee or poo or both, or even her period flow.

"Mom," Holly then apparently asked Amy, "you mean you had him lick you down there when you had your...period?"

Amy said that she grinned and told Holly that she needed to start acting like a big girl if she expected Elaine's husband, i.e., me, to obey her as his supervisor and disciplinarian. "I did have him wear those tight girly undies I had you wear when you were a naughty girl, Hols," she emphasized.

"Oh, that was terrible, Mom," Holly remonstrated with Amy. "But it might be amusing to have him wear those if he dares to act up with me. I did bring my sorority paddle home, too." Amy told Elaine that she had spoken quite seriously with Holly as an adult who would be undertaking an assignment demanding that Holly behave as a mature young woman.

I learned when my program began that it is not wise for me to argue with Elaine about specifics. I didn't like the idea of Holly supervising me. For one thing, being under the thumb of a teenager doesn't do much for one's self-esteem. Second, Elaine had been making me wear panties; I'll still have them on when I go to Amy's place.

How would Holly react to my having panties on? Might Elaine, despite any pleas I might consider making, make me wear Holly's little girly ones? Would I keep my cool if she decided to conduct a panty inspection like Amy had?

My questions would soon be answered. Elaine told me to get ready to go. She had packed a small case with my toilet articles, underwear, and sport shirts, slacks, socks, and various pairs of shoes. I asked if the underwear meant panties. She nodded yes with a smile. I didn't know that she had spoken with Amy and Holly about what kinds of clothes they could have for me to wear.

I found out only when I arrived at Amy's that I was destined to wear Holly's older sister Elizabeth's schoolgirl uniform from when she was in parochial school. This costume included the well-known plaid skirt, little white blouse, MaryJane shoes, white socks, little white panties, a white training bra, and a school tie.

When I arrived, Amy and Holly greeted me very pleasantly. Amy commented that Elaine had entrusted them with monitoring my behavior, but she had told them that I had been behaving well. She added that she hoped I would cooperate with Holly, who would be totally in charge.

This meant, she explained without any rancor, that Holly would decide what I would wear, where I could go and when, what I would get to eat, and when I would use the bathroom. Holly added that she would decide what time I would go to bed, based on how I had behaved. She noted that if I were being punished with an early bedtime, I would not be allowed to have a light on and would be forbidden from reading, using my phone, or watching television.

"You are specifically not allowed to masturbate, Jay," Holly intoned. "If you break this rule," she continued, "you will be disciplined, and one potential punishment will be putting you in diapers with a locked diaper cover."

She informed me that she would monitor my use of the toilet. "You will ask my permission to use the bathroom," she outlined, "and then when you are given permission, you will ask me to allow you to lower your panties. I may decide to allow you to sit on the toilet with your panties up, as a form of training. When you are given the signal to go, you will urinate and defecate promptly in the sitting position.

"Your panties will not have flies," she informed me. "I will supervise your wiping. If you stain your panties, you will be given points in your behavior book and receive punishment. I know this all sounds grim, but I do hope we will have a good time together."

I smiled and said that my own wife and her mom had engaged in a great deal of effort training me to behave better. I hoped I would please her with my conduct.

Amy excused herself, which I then thought was good, because she had been very dommy when I had been placed under her control previously. Holly smiled and said we would go to her room. When we got there, I recalled my stay there when sent to Amy's home when Holly was away at college.

Holly was wearing a casual outfit common among college girls: flannel skirt, nice white blouse, a thin cashmere sweater, and those chunky shoes younger woman enjoy, possibly because their mothers find them far too uncomfortable to wear for very long. She has shortish (neck-length) dirty blonde hair and attractive legs made more so by her sheer thigh-hi hose. (I suppose I shouldn't even be commenting about how far up her legs her hose goes!)

I wouldn't call Holly a hottie, but she did have that nice college girl look. Her clothes were casual, yet she looked well put together. Actually, she didn't really look like a teenager anymore. She had a nice figure, which made her appear like the kind of girl you'd have wanted to know, and date, and yes, fuck, when you were in college.

"When you were staying here and sleeping in my bed, how did it feel to be using a teenage girl's bedroom?" Holly asked me.

"Your room was very comfy," I said, "and I tried to respect where you had left things. I did not disturb any of your clothing you had left here. Your mother had removed all your underwear and lingerie, so there was no way I could perv with your things. I hope I would have resisted any temptation to do that out of respect for you as a person."

"Mom told me she had required you to serve her in the bathroom," Holly observed. "Will you be willing to do that without being forced? I will admit that it's not something I'm accustomed to--from girls or guys--but may want to try."

"Of course I will do what you tell me to do," I answered. "Receiving your excretions is not my idea of something wonderful, but I will comply with your orders."

"You sound like you will not enjoy serving me intimately," Holly responded coolly. "A girl could take offense at that kind of attitude in someone who has been assigned to her to discipline, as necessary. I have been the pledge mistress of my sorority, so I have some solid experience in disciplining--in my case, women rather than men."

"I did not mean to insult you, Miss Holly," I hastened to reassure her.

"I know you didn't," she grinned. "Actually, Jay, I like you calling me Miss Holly and I'm looking forward to being in charge of a man for a change.

I kept my thought--that that was exactly what worried me about her being in control of me in the most intrusive ways--to myself. Instead, I offered the comment, "I guess you expect that supervising and disciplining me may be different from dealing with freshman girls."

Holly laughed, which to me was a positive sign after her introductory lecture on all the ways in which she would supervise me intimately.

"I suspect that for you, one of the more difficult aspects of this program has been your need to pull down your panties to pee," she said with a smile.

"It's taught me why women do such a better job of not staining their underpants," I ventured, "if you'll forgive my discussing such things."

"Nah, you can talk about that stuff," Holly crisply responded. "I do wonder if you are like most men and boys who don't even like hearing anything about periods."

"I have no problem about them," I answered. "Since you will be aware of many of my most personal things, I can mention that my wife and I enjoy period sex, which may not be the answer you'd get from a lot of men. It makes me feel that my wife is quintessentially feminine. It also makes me sympathetic to the unpleasantness that so many women seem to experience during their periods; Elaine has told me that period sex helps her deal with that."

"Wow," Holly said. "I realize I did ask you about your attitude about periods. You definitely seem more knowledgeable that most men--well, I guess you're older than the guys I date. And I imagine you'll be wondering about this: please don't dare ask me about my sex life. Frankly, it's none of your business and I don't intend to discuss it. In fact, your mentioning or questioning me about it will earn you a well-deserved spanking, at the least."

"Point taken, Miss Holly," I replied quietly. I figured I'd see how much she meant what she said when she starts having me rendering toilet service--especially when she gets her period.

"Can I ask you about how you discipline your sorority pledges?" I asked.

"You can ask--but remember, I'm sworn to secrecy about a lot of the stuff that goes on in our house," Holly answered matter-of-factly. "You know that we paddle them, often their big sister has discretion about that, and it often remains between big sister and pledge. There are occasions where girls get into trouble and do get punished in front of the house as a whole. And yes, their panties are pulled down for that."

"That's probably as far as I can go in discussing that," Holly emphasized. "I'll also tell you what you may already know from your wife and my mom. Yes, my mom spanked me growing up, and you know about those awful panties she would make me wear. You might not know that when my old sister Liz acted up, Mom would sometimes tell her that part of her disciplining would be receiving it from me.

"Yes," she stressed, "it was horribly humiliating for Liz to have her panties lowered by her younger sister. Normally, we got along fine. This threatened to pull us apart. I tried to spank her long enough to make Mom feel I wasn't going easy on her, but not so long or hard as to frost Liz toward me for keeps."

"Did your plan work?" I inquired.

"For the most part, yes," she said. "But Liz tended to stay out late on dates or with her girlfriends and sometimes came back after having too much to drink," Holly added "and Mom gave me her thin cane to use in disciplining her.

"The cane is a nasty thing, which I suspect you know," Holly smiled, "and this really pushed my relationship with my sister to the edge. She was absolutely wildly happy to get away from here, and yes, from me, when she went to college a few years ago."

"I can tell you I'll hope to avoid misbehaving badly enough for you to cane me, Miss Holly," I observed.

"Well, let's get started, Jay," Holly announced, ending that particular conversation. "I do need to powder my nose, as my Mom might put it, so why don't you come with me now."

When we reached the bathroom, Holly closed and locked the door, which didn't surprise or bother me because I was used to women locking the bathroom when they used the toilet or the bathtub. She told me quietly to take off my clothes, which I did. She complimented me on the pink panties that Elaine had made me put on. Then she looked at the crotch to see if I'd stained them.

"Very good, Jay," she grinned. "You didn't stain the panty crotch. I do see some indication that you might have emitted some cum or precum, but since we girls have vaginal discharges we can't control, I don't count that."

She then had me get into the tub on my back. Then she lithely climbed into the tub, having shed her shoes, and stood over my face. She lowered herself into a squat and I was surprised but hardly shocked when she, like Gloria Palmer (see Ch. 2) deftly pulled her panty crotch far enough to the side that she could release her pee without wetting herself.

Holly's pee came out fast and I opened my mouth to take as much of it in as I could; a little ran down my face. It was hot and had a girly smell to it. As it tailed off, I wondered if she would want to be licked dry. I could not see enough of her vulva to tell if she shaved but assumed like most young women, she did.

Instead, Holly took a few squares of toilet paper and wiped herself as she allowed her panty crotch to re-cover her pussy. Given that she said she dated and was already a sophomore in college, I figured she was no longer a virgin. But I didn't know that for sure.

Holly gave me leave to stand up and go to the sink to wash off my face. "Unless you adore the taste of my pee," she laughed, "I won't be offended if you wash your mouth out and brush your teeth, too." I took advantage of her allowing me to clean my face to brush and wash.

We returned to her room where she had me get dressed in Liz's parochial school outfit. Except for the tight white panties and the training bra, which was also tight but, considerately for me, was designed for girls whose breasts were just budding, the uniform surprisingly fit me.

"So, you'll be staying here for the next few days while your wife is away," Holly confirmed. "You'll wear this uniform except for when you dress to go to work. I do expect you to come back here promptly when you're finished at work. If you come in smelling of a stop at the bar, you can expect to feel that cane I used on Liz's bottom."

"Speaking of which," she said, "you'll be using Liz's bedroom this time. She wasn't as girly as I was when we were growing up and her room shows that. You'll be surprised Liz has managed without a lot of these clothes, so we left her stuff there. You saw that her uniform fit you fairly well, so you can feel free to wear her clothing, yes, including her underwear. I found some of the training bras we both had so that you can change the one you wear."

"Would she be happy knowing I was wearing her things?" I asked.

"Probably not," Holly admitted, "but Liz doesn't get upset about that kind of stuff. She's not at all a clothes horse, not that Mom or I are like that, either. But Liz will wear stuff like underwear until it falls apart."

"You're home from college? Does your sister get back sometime soon?" I wondered aloud.

"Liz graduated last year and is pursuing a Ph.D. so she lives where she's studying, I mean for real. She'll move on when she gets her degree unless she's asked to stay on as junior faculty. We do speak to each other now and then, but my sister is in a different world from me, Jay," Holly explained.

"Do your parents pay her academic costs?" I asked.

"I think they send her some money for her expenses, but Liz has managed to get her tuition and other school charges covered by fellowships and such--she's a smart girl," Holly continued.

"Miss Holly," I said in a requesting tone, "I'm sorry to bother you but I need to go potty."

"That's cute, Jay," Holly said with a sarcastic tone. "I don't want you to use childish terms unless I decide you need to do that as punishment. So, no asking to go weewee or to make a doody, ok?"

She stood up and took my hand as we walked to the bathroom. She told me to lift my skirt and pull my panties down to just above my knees. "That's how girls take their panties down," she informed me, "not all the way."

I lifted my skirt out of the way and pulled my panties down as she had directed. My cock was hard from the arousal caused by her seeing it.

"Your cock is nice, Jay," Holly smiled. "Your wife must like that."

"She's seemed satisfied with that part of me, Miss Holly," I answered her.

"May I pee, Miss Holly?" I asked.

"Yes, go ahead, Jay," Holly replied.

I pushed my cock down, so it was under the front of the toilet seat and let go. I heard a loud stream hit the front of the bowl. Holly watched me and peered down to see my loud pee stream.

When my pee tailed off, I moved to pull up my panties. Holly stopped me.

"You will wipe after you pee," she instructed me. "If I find pee stains in your panties because you drip dried, you'll be spanked, Jay."

"I'm sorry, Miss Holly, I will wipe and do better next time," I responded.

"Yes, you will, or I might just try out my cane on your bare bottom," she snapped.

"Miss Holly, I'm sorry for annoying you," I told her. "I realize why my wife set up this program for me. I promise I'll follow what you tell me to do."

Holly smiled at me. "I know you'll do your best, Jay," she said. "I've had some experience with girls in the sorority who took a little time getting with our program. Tell you what, I want you to spend tonight with me in my room. You're familiar with sleeping in there. Go to Liz's room where your stuff is and get ready for bed. Then you can come to my room and knock on the door."

I wasn't sure how to take this. She wants to sleep with me? What does that mean? Does it mean what I think it means? Calm down, Jay, don't get carried away and don't overreach or do something stupid.

I went to Liz's room. I remembered that Holly had said I was free to use any of Liz's clothing. So, I looked in the dresser drawers. I was amazed. Liz had the most unexciting stuff I'd ever seen. Lots of well-worn white cotton panties. Some of them even with stains, mostly period stains. I didn't remember what Liz looked like. It had been a long time since I'd seen her.

What was weird was that she was clearly my size. All of her stuff fit me. I decided I would ask Holly if I could wear her plain panties. They made me feel more masculine. Then I found a pair of PJs. They fit me and they too were plain.

I decided to put them on and then go knock on Holly's door since she had changed into her night clothes by now.

I knocked on her door and she gave me a funny look. "Are those Liz's PJ's?" she said.