My Wife Put Me In The Red Zone

My Wife Put Me in the Red Zone

By Susan Greenway

[This story involves all three bodily functions--pee, poop, and period--as well as humiliating discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]

"You used a very bad word yesterday, and you know how I deal with that," my wife Jessica was almost grinning as she stared at me from her side of the bed right after we both woke up.

"I'm really sorry, dear," I tried to apologize yet again. "I just was frustrated, and it came out."

"Well, as you know, the rule is that if you use a naughty word, especially in front of our children," she announced as if she were reading this, "you will spend the next day in the red zone, and you know what that means."

"Yes, Miss Jessica," I replied, using the honorific I'm expected to use whenever anything to do with my behavior is being discussed. Being in the red zone means that if I screw up today in any way, I normally would get a naughty mark, which usually would result in a spanking.

But the red zone means that any naughty mark Jessica awards me is a red one, and that calls for her to impose extra punishment, which can range from a caning or a session with the martinet. If she is really angry with me, she will put me in tight panties or diapers with something like itching powder in the crotch.

I would have to exercise great caution today. Our daughter Vicky gets a charge out of seeing me disciplined by my wife. She will try to get me angry so that without thinking I will use a bad word. Jessica doesn't keep anything about my discipline regimen strictly between us, so Vicky will see me wearing the humiliating red badge that I'm required to wear when Jessica puts me in the red zone.

Jessica has introduced more humiliations to make sure Vicky and my son Ken notice that I'm due for punishment. She has given me a red lingerie set, which has a bra and panties, both red, which I have to wear when in her red zone. This whole special punishment regimen started when I once taunted her about her showing her anger because she must be having her period.

Remembering that event brought back to me how I had failed to discern Jessica's dominant personality from when we first met. I just thought she was pretty and nice, which she was. I should have recognized what she was thinking when she asked me whether I'd ever been spanked growing up. I did tell her that my mother had spanked me several times.

"But not regularly?" Jessica pressed me.

"No," I replied. "She only spanked me when she felt I had done something really awful or dangerous.

"I think you probably needed that discipline then," Jessica declared. "And I'm starting to think it would be a good thing for you now. You're sloppy, Henry, about your clothes and you do use bad language in front of the children."

"Maybe you're right," I suggested, much to her surprise, she later told me. "I did behave better after my mom spanked me,"

Jessica began telling me I was getting a spanking when I did something of which she did not approve. She got most annoyed when I used bad language. She said I was needlessly offending women when I spoke that way.

I told her I was sorry and would try to do better.

She laughed and said I only seemed to change my behavior when she scolded me, and now, when she spanked me.

I had to agree that that had been true. I told them I was trying to be better behaved but that I had to break old habits.

"I'm going to help you and give you incentives," she smiled. "I'm now going to give you a naughty mark and write it down in my notebook whenever you saw a bad words or behave badly. A naughty mark will get you a spanking and there are other punishments you will get if you persist. I don't limit myself just to spanking you."

I repeated that I would really try to behave better. However, Jessica kept finding fault with me. It was hard to argue with her because she had such a strong personality, and also because she usually had caught me out. She started making me pull down my pants and underpants for embarrassing inspections. A few naughty marks for having dirty underpants started to focus my attention on wiping better when I had a bowel movement; I still felt like some pussy when I began dabbing the tip of my cock to make sure I didn't drip pee on my underwear.

This didn't turn out to be enough. Jessica kept finding me in soiled underpants. She kept giving me naughty marks and spanking me. She told me I had been given enough time to start paying attention, but now she told me I would be wearing panties from now on.

I told her this was unfair, and I'd be wildly embarrassed if anyone noticed when I used a men's room. She responded brightly that it was my business to make sure no one noticed. She added that I should use a stall and sit down when I peed.

It didn't matter what I thought. Soon I was wearing panties of various styles and colors that Jessica had obtained for me. Jessica became especially angry when I used foul language. This led to her instituting the red zone. I now feared whenever I slipped and started saying something I shouldn't have.

"You're in the red zone now, Henry," she would intone. All my pleading for another chance was for naught.

When I'm wearing red lingerie in the house, I must remove any trousers and wear only the red panties, socks, and shoes below my waist. As the red panties are made of thin material, wearing them without pants or trousers is highly embarrassing both because I am a male wearing panties and because my genitals are mostly visible through the crotch of the panties, especially when and if I experience an erection.

Jessica has also told me that I may be subjected to panty inspection for stains at any time when I am required to wear panties. She has threatened to assign Vicky, my 18-year-old daughter, to conduct these inspections in my wife's place. Vicky would also be empowered to impose sanctions such as spanking if my panties are soiled in any way.

I didn't think that remarking about her "seeing red" was so insulting, but Vicky chimed in that I had told her to wrap her soiled maxipads in toilet paper so I wouldn't see them when I was using the toilet and staring at the wastebasket. I found seeing my 18-year-old daughter's bloody pads a sick kind of turn-on, although I don't have the hots for her.

Actually, I love it when Jessica has her period because she gets so wildly horny and wants to fuck all the time. If I show any sign of getting tired of having sex with her then, I know that that's another trigger for her putting me in the red zone. Heck, I'm not a kid anymore so I think I'm surprisingly good at not going soft until we've had it off twice, with her reaching orgasm each time.

However, I have to be careful not to cum, because I'm expected to be ready to service my wife at any time during those "difficult days" as the old menstrual ads used to euphemize. Jessica's only difficulty is making sure she gives me at least a few minutes to make sure I'm hard enough to enter her pussy again.

Don't get me wrong. My wife is super hot at her time of the month. She has a ritual where I'm expected to pull her tampon out with my teeth biting onto the string. I can smell her stronger scent down there when she is menstruating. Jessica tells Vicky all about how I serve her each month. Just to set me on edge, my wife smiles and says blandly that she's thinking of letting Vicky have me serve as her period slave, not that I would want to or ever be permitted to fuck her.

I even feel queasy talking about that happening. I don't think Jessica wants me to have sex with my 18-year-old daughter, who admittedly is quite attractive and a hot little number. My wife tells me to humiliate me that Vicky has described how her well-endowed boyfriend has sex with her, even declaring that he clearly has more staying power than I do.

If I dare to say that I'm twenty-five years older than Frank, Jessica smiles broadly and reminds me that he is a full nine inches when hard; she has insisted on measuring me and I barely made it to six inches.

"Yes, sweetie," Jessica consoles me, "you do give me a lot of pleasure because I've taught you how to satisfy me, but one of these days, with Vicky's consent, I'll let Frank shove that wonderful monster into my hole. She has made me feel happy when she tells me that he would love to be invited inside me and that it would be fine with her if he gave me a good time.

Knowing Jessica, after she told me that, she grinned and said that could happen soon. Not for the first time, she added that she might have me witness their going at it "so that you will learn how a big man can please me." Apparently, Vicky has told her that she too gets very horny during her period and that Frank likes having it off with her then.

When I'm just wearing panties below my waist, I have to be careful to suppress any farts because they both make more noise when not covered by the thickness of trousers and also pass on the gas they may release right through the panties. I was unable to suppress a loud, smelly fart this morning at the breakfast table when Vicky was also having breakfast.

She giggled at my embarrassment at having so grossly farted, and I was infuriated so that I stupidly called her a bitch. Vicky reported this utterance to her mother, and Jessica immediately appeared and awarded me a red naughty mark. She declared that since I had insulted Vicky, she would ask Vicky to spank me. "Then," she added, "I will determine your further red zone punishment."

Vicky pulled her chair away from the table and, looking directly at me, pointed her forefinger at her lap to indicate that I should lay across her lap to receive my spanking. I proceeded to place myself across her skirted lap. I was immediately frightened because although this was the first time Vicky was getting to spank me, she seemed very adept at the formalities, such as ordering me across her lap.

Once I was in position, she told me to lift my midsection. When I did that, she placed her thumbs in the waistband of my red panties and pulled them down to my knees. My bare bottom was now exposed to Vicky as my spanker, my wife Jessica who was watching closely, and now my son Ken who had walked in to have breakfast.

"Dad used a bad word in speaking to me, Ken," Vicky smiled, "and Mom will punish him more after I spank him because she had already assigned him to the red zone for his previous bad behavior. Ken raised his eyebrows and nodded at Vicky. I figured he didn't want to get involved, lest the women in our family decided to focus on his conduct. Until now, he had escaped any spanking or other sanctions. I did know that Jessica had spanked him a month or so ago for leaving his soiled underwear on the floor in his room. She told him she would now award him naughty marks as she did for my behavior. Ken was almost 20, so being subjected to this treatment was especially humiliating, although not in comparison to the regimen under which I suffer.

Jessica had hinted to me on two occasions that she had occasion to spank Vicky for raising her voice to my wife. I asked her jauntily if she had made my daughter wear red panties as punishment.

"No, silly," Jessica snapped as she giggled, "Vicky does not need to wear red panties because she already can make her own red ones if she forgets to change her tampon and leaks into her undies." I wondered if this had happened because girls, even 18-year-olds, were known to be careless in changing their tampons regularly to avoid overflow and leaking.

Vicky began spanking me immediately after I lay across her lap. I looked down at her bare legs and her exposed thighs that were bared below her skirt for about seven inches. She did not expose her panties to me even in the position I was in. Her spanks hurt because they were frequent and hard. I tried to repress groans and then cries, but eventually as my bottom must have been turning red, I began to utter soft cries of both pain and humiliation.

I whispered to Vicky that I respected her authority, but I really needed to pee and asked if she would allow me to use the bathroom.

"Bad boys don't get to deal with personal needs until their spanking is completed," Vicky intoned. Then she whispered, "Dad, I hope you can hold it. Mom will be upset if she sees me let you go to the bathroom."

I told her I would try as hard as I could but if I leaked, it would go onto her skirt. I said I didn't think I could retain my pee until she finished my spanking.

"All right," she said coolly, "you may go, but you will come right back because Mom will assume the role I'm playing in providing your discipline."

I rushed to the bathroom, managed to pee quickly--my bladder was so full that it almost exploded when I released my tenuous hold on excretion--and then calmly walked back to the punishment scene. Vicky gave me a baleful look, probably because Jessica was now standing next to her. My wife was not pleased with Vicky's allowing me to use the toilet. She would have preferred that I lose urinary control and soaked Vicky's skirt. Then I could have been even more severely punished.

It appeared that Jessica had taken charge. "You were given a special dispensation that I would not have granted," Jessica intoned. "Bend over the table and grasp the far side," she continued. "You had better hold on or you will be a very sorry boy."

I knew I was now in for a truly nasty caning, not that any caning is pleasant. Jessica told me that since I would be getting what she called a "red caning," there would be "special punishments." She explained, as if I didn't know what kinds of awful cruelty she planned to inflict on me, "You've used naughty words, to your daughter, and soap is the penalty for that offense. We will skip the first stage, which is mouth soaping. It will be held in reserve if needed. Right now, you will receive some soap insertion anally."

I couldn't see what she and Vicky were doing, but Jessica's fingers applied some Vaseline to my anal opening. Her finger pushed the petroleum jelly into my anus, and it felt good, because of the sexually sensitive nerve endings right inside the anal ring. Then I felt her push a thin sliver of soap inside my bottom. I knew it would begin to sting, which it soon did.

It stung a lot. I started to moan and then just let myself cry. Vicky told me I was a crybaby. I desisted from telling her how I thought she would react if a soap sliver was pushed into her asshole. If I was stupid enough to say that, Jessica might have increased all of the punishments she was planning.

I let myself cry. "You'll be really crying when I get started," Jessica said sweetly. She swished a thin cane, lay it on my bottom, drew it back, and fired at my bottom, red from Vicky's spanking. THHWIPPP! Omigod, that hurt! A cane stroke is the most insidious punishment because after a delay, the sting emanates from where the cane struck, and a continuing sting follows.

Jessica allowed what seemed to be forever between strokes. She knew how to cane. I don't know where she learned. She had mastered art. I received fiery strokes above the middle of my bottom, then inch by inch below. Finally, she caned me in the sensitive crease where my thigh met my leg. Yoww!

I hadn't seen Vicky, undoubtedly acting on Jessica's orders, rub some ointment into the crotch of my red panties. It was something like Ben-Gay, I surmised, and it began to sting me in my crotch, at the base of my scrotum and even the side of my penile shaft that touched the gusset of the panties.

Jessica said that she and Vicky had completed their imposition. She announced that when she had inserted her finger to apply the Vaseline, "I felt that there was some doody in your rectum."

This was embarrassing and I could see that my son Ken was feeling sorry for the humiliation I was now experiencing.

"Do you need to defecate?" Jessica asked insultingly.

I responded by saying that I thought I did. I was still bent over the table.

"You may squat now and do your business on the floor," Jessica said with glee in her voice at the supreme embarrassment I was now enduring, made to shit in public, or at least before my family, on the wooden floor.

I grunted as I began to push my bowel movement out. I felt my face get hot and obviously turn red. I also could feel my doody peek out and then slide right out and drop down on the floor. I had to exercise all my strength in my loins to keep from releasing pee when I defecated, even though I'd just peed.

I had released a lot of doody. Some was soft and had coiled on the newspaper. Jessica was staring at it. I knew she was thinking up some horrible way to embarrass me further.

Sure enough, she told me to bend over and lick my own shit. Vicky pulled out her phone and with Jessica nodding her approval, caught a few shots of my ignominious worship of my own doody.

Jessica was so hot to trot in bed that she always kept up our sex life. I found it was getting me tired and when I yawned once while we were fucking, she told me that she was starting to feel that I had gotten tired of sex. I denied that, but I couldn't cover up the reality that she was more turned on more of the time than I was.

One day, Vicky's boyfriend came over and barely managed to say hello to me. He went off with Vicky into her room and I assumed they were just going to fuck. I then saw Jessica open their door and heard the welcome her.

She told me later that Vicky had invited Frank over especially so he could fuck her mother. Jessica said she really did get aroused more by his large, thick cock. Then she closed the door to our bedroom, lay back on the bed, flipped up her skirt and spread her legs. She had no panties on, and I could see that her pubic hair was mussed, and her cunt lips were puffy and wet.

She pointed down between her legs to her split and told me she needed to be cleaned there.

"Get down between my legs, darling, and lick me, swallowing all the cum that's in there from when he came as well as my own juices," she bothered to tell me so I could feel even more subordinated in my own household.

I licked her cunt as the mixture of cum from him and her flowed into my mouth. I liked the taste. After a while, Jessica told me to seal my lips over her labia as I soon felt the warm spray of her releasing her hot pee directly into my mouth. It wasn't as strong as it is with women first thing in the morning, but I was now Jessica's toilet, at least for her pee. I knew it wouldn't be long before I received her doody in my mouth. I already serviced her flowing cunt when she had her period, of course.

Jessica soon started spanking me in front of Vicky and Ken. Vicky chortled as I felt my bottom burn as Jessica laid on the spanking, and then when she decided I needed a caning, too. Ken tried to show no interest in seeing me punished. One night when Jessica said she was tired, she told Vicky in front of me that I needed to be spanked and asked Vicky to give me the spanking.

Vicky's eyes gleamed at being given this opportunity to put it to me. I knew it was futile to protest. I followed her to her bedroom where she sat in an armless chair and tapped her hand on her lap. She had a stylish skirt on. She warned me that I better not make a mess on her skirt.

Then she began spanking, hard. It hurt a lot. She alternated cheeks, felt me between my legs and under my scrotum, and then pressed her finger into my asshole. Apparently, it emerged clean because I knew she would have told me with scorn if her finger came out with shit on it.

She then told me to get on the bed on my stomach. She put some lube in my asshole with her finger and rubbed some around my anal rosette. Then behind me, she had pulled off her panties and was wearing a harness, loaded with a large dildo. I knew this was going to hurt.