The Story of Elaine: making my wife a Fuck-Toy
We begin our journey and I learn a little about unintended consequences
Chapter 3: Preparations
It was almost four in the afternoon when I awoke. I reached across the bed, searching for my wife, but her side was empty. Groggily, I followed the scent of frying bacon downstairs to the kitchen.
Elaine was grinning at me as I entered. "Hi, sleepyhead!" she laughed. "Hungry?" I was starving and she quickly made some pancakes to go with the bacon and eggs. "I'd better feed you right", she quipped; "A slut-wife needs to keep her husband's strength up!" Standing at the stove in her green robe and bedroom slippers, she still looked sexier to me than a Penthouse centerfold. My cock was responding accordingly.
We ate and as I finished, I saw Elaine looking at me expectantly. Little did she know that I had already made plans for us, or rather actually for her. I smiled at her and simply said, "Go upstairs and get dressed in what you had on last night... except put on those black patent-leather pumps, too, and then come back down here."
She raised her eyebrows a little, but then scurried off to do my bidding, almost tripping as she ran up the stairs. Elaine liked to sew with her portable machine at the kitchen table, and she kept a wooden yardstick in the corner. I knew that the odds were she was going to question me in a few minutes, and I wanted to teach her something about her new place as my slut, as it were. While she showered, I quickly dressed in slacks and polo shirt.
She must have hurried, because she was downstairs again in less than fifteen minutes, all made up and ready for action. Actually, she had applied a little more make-up than usual, which suited me fine. I was pleased that she'd thought of it all by herself.
I took in a deep breath at the sight of her standing there, sans panties, somewhat in nervous, hopeful anticipation of what she thought was about to transpire. My cock was throwing caution to the winds, and was already straining against my slacks. It will always have a mind of its own where Elaine is concerned.
My wife looked truly gorgeous, and it took a certain degree of discipline for me to stay the planned course. I nodded approvingly, and said, "Go get your coat... the warm brown one".
Elaine's jaw dropped. "Sweetie, you heard me! Go get your coat! We're going out!"
The color was rapidly draining from her face. I thought I saw her knees actually knock together. "Jim? I... I can't, Jim! Not dressed like this! No way! I can't... I can't."
I stood up and went to her, hugging her close. I had expected this response and was prepared for it. "Elaine, my baby, you have to learn that the word 'can't' has no place in my slut's vocabulary! Come here!"
I led her over to the dining room table and gently but firmly bent her over it, her head turned away from me and one of my hands holding both of hers down on the tabletop. Then I reached behind me to where I had placed the yardstick on one of the high-backed chairs.
She was trembling just a little, and knew something was up, but she had no idea what was about to happen. The yardstick made a soft swishing sound as I flicked it downwards and then it cracked smartly across her beautiful bare ass.
Elaine was caught trying to breathe in and out at the same time and the result was a choked shriek that sounded more like a cat with its tail caught in a door. She tried to jerk upright, but I held her down as I swung again. She was expecting this one and howled in protest, but took the next three with only startled gasps. I released her and she slowly stood up and gave me a wounded look as she rubbed her rosy buttocks. There was a hint of a tear in her eye.
"God, Jim. Why? Why did you do that?" she whimpered. It was the first time I had ever struck her in anyway at all; and it was the first time I had ever heard her whine.
I smiled at her. "Honey, if you're ever going to be good at this, then you have to learn to obey me... do whatever I ask of you, okay? Besides, I hardly even hit you, and you know that."
She looked a little hurt, but nodded silently.
"Now, go get your fucking coat like I asked you. We're going out!" I almost grinned as she scurried over to the hall closet to get it.
Elaine slipped it on as she quickly made her way back to me, and I took her hand. I kissed her on the cheek and led her towards the garage door.
My wife can be as stubborn as a mule, and even in high heels, she gave me some resistance. Elaine is a very strong woman. "Jim? Where on earth are you taking me?" she asked, with a note of desperation in her voice.
I paused and turned around. "Honey, do I really have to get the yardstick out again? We're going out! Now, let's go!"
She gave up all resistance and let me lead her out to the car. As I backed out of the garage, she timidly asked again, "Jim? Where are we going?"
I looked over at her with a grin as she shrunk down low into the seat. "I'm loaning you out to the Hell's Angels, dear... but only for one night, okay?"