Donald McKay waited for his wife to return. His mind churned over the thoughts as it always did when he was in this situation and he decided that waiting was what he was good at. Most people were good at something, he pondered, and he was certainly not very good at anything else. Melissa was always chastising him for something; the lawn wasn't cut short enough; the car had run out of gas whilst she'd been driving - his fault, of course; he'd painted the kitchen almost exactly the wrong shade of yellow. He couldn't even have an affair without being discovered!
It wasn't just a case of John loving his wife - he adored her. He would do anything for her; she was his life, his love, his Mistress. The affair had come out of the blue and was extremely short lived - it couldn't even really be termed an affair, just about an hour or so one recent afternoon in his office with his pretty, young assistant, Katie. McKay couldn't understand how Melissa had found out. Katie had made all the running. Of course he had found her attractive; a girl half his age with the voluptuous figure of a busty angel - who wouldn't have found her attractive? But Donald had never even considered making a pass at her. Even as she had gently removed his swollen little dick from his pants; even as she had guided it towards her full, sensual lips; even as she had enveloped him in her hot, wet mouth he had been riddled with guilt. Melissa had made it quite clear to him on many occasions: it was fine for her to take lovers, but if HE ever strayed then there would be trouble!
And trouble there was. Two hours ago, Melissa had come home and confronted him. Inexplicably she knew all about Katie and the blow job. Donald had tried to plead his case, tried to tell his beloved mistress that it was not his fault; he had been seduced. But to Melissa, and even to him, the excuse sounded lame and pathetic. And so Melissa had left - not for good, he knew that, but with a promise - a threat - that she would be back later and that his punishment would begin.
And so McKay waited; patiently, quietly, for the return of his mistress. His mind had given up trying to imagine what was in store for him; a spanking with the paddle? His ass rammed with her new strap-on dildo? His nipples pierced? (She had always said that she wanted to do that!) It could be any one of these or another alternative that Melissa had cooked up by herself, he'd just have to wait and see!
The front door opening startled McKay out of his daydream. He turned towards the door. Melissa stood before him in all her blonde haired glory, her tall, frame covered by a long, bulky overcoat. She was not alone, Donald quickly realised. Behind her and closing the door as he entered was a young, good looking man dressed in jeans and a tight, white sweater. Donald looked him up and down surreptitiously taking in his boyish facial features and his lean, athletic frame. What was he doing here? Was he to witness Donald's shaming, his punishment?
"Downstairs, you. Now!"
Donald knew that Melissa's command was not to be disobeyed and he leapt out of the chair immediately and moved towards the door that led down to her own, private room. Donald had been in this room many times before to receive chastisement for one indiscretion or another and, in a way, it scared him a little.
A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling and cast eerie shadows over the basement room. He tried to avoid looking at the racks of paddles and crops that hung on the wall, the X frame and bench that stood on the concrete floor, but his eyes were drawn towards them as they always were and he felt a tightening of his chest and a swelling of his cock. His anticipation was increasing.
"Now, strip off, mister Limp Dick!" Melissa ordered
Donald felt embarrassed by her words but knew better than to disobey his mistress. His eyes lowered to avoid looking at her or her young companion as he started to slowly unbutton his shirt.
"Faster, dick-head!"
His wife's curt tone caused Donald to jump and complete his disrobing in record time. In a few seconds he found himself naked and being studied by Melissa and the as yet unnamed man. After a few seconds of toe curling embarrassment, Donald watched his wife unbutton her long overcoat and let it slip from her shoulders. She had obviously been shopping - the black latex bodice that she wore left her pert, firm breasts exposed and was cut high in the leg. The outfit was complimented perfectly by knee-high black boots. Donald could feel his cock start to twitch.
The young man - who still had not spoken - silently moved to a chair and sat. It appeared to Donald that he was there to ensure his maximum humiliation.
"You know what to do now, Donald," Melissa commanded. "Over the bench. Now!"
