A little cream with your Tea

My partner comes home from work and expects a few things. There are days where she's had a long day and she'll just text me in bold letters LONG DAY. If She texts me like that then when it's about 10 minutes before she's about to get home I make sure that there's an ice cold glass of chocolate milk out, along with her foot wash/massage with water that's just barely under what she can handle, and when she's part way through her dinner i draw her a bubble bath. If She texts LONG DAY I NEED DESSERT....well now that's a bit more simple....when i know she's about to come home i shower, get on all fours, and i wait....when She gets home what happens next depends on Her. Well just the other day She was coming home and didn't text me anything which to me means that her day went well and she's likely just not in the mood for anything like that and so i just start dinner. Anyways, dinner goes well after she comes home, we talk for a bit and then we get a knock on the door that she gets, typically i get the door, that's when the neighbor's husband comes in...This part is simple but OUT OF FREAKIN NOWHERE....he is in a robe and comes in, my partner exposes her breasts and he stands there and starts jacking off...i want it fresh, my partner says as She cups her breasts as if presenting them to him. i'm a bit in shock and i only get out, uhhhhhhhhhh what's...and she simply holds up her hand and just as he cums she holds up her tea that she's already drank a bit of and his cum empties into it. i watch as she simply seemed mesmerized by it as She reaches up and milks the rest out and even sucks and licks his cock a little bit before waving her hand for him to leave and he simply does with a soft nod of his head. i remember that his wifey was away on 'more research' with the local munch and was to meet with a locally respected Mistress to learn more...She'd seen her before and this was just another of their meetings. From how i understand it it involves that Mistress's submissives, Her, and a bit of talk when the night was nearly through. But honestly this threw me for a loop i honestly wish i had a picture of the look that must've been on my face. My shock must've shown because she sipped a tiny bit of Her tea, stirred, looked up and asked with an evil i already know the answer but lets see what you say smile upon Her face as She asked; what? i let all my submissive demeanor go and said simply, what the fuck was that? She said with a laugh, you get to fuck his wife just about whenever you want, him and i talked and thought it fair. i thought to myself that She had a damn good point and i really couldn't argue, as there were a lot of complaints that She could've put forward and didn't. Well You could've run this by me you know, i added with a smile and She laughed again saying Yeah but this was much more fun. As i've mentioned men are like playthings to Her and She's told me before how much fun like a cat with a half dead mouse they are to just plain fiddle with and She always notes at the end; and their cum is delicious. Well we both laughed and i said plainly that i'd find a way to get Her back....to which She raised and eyebrow and pointed down; will you now? i spent the rest of the evening on all fours with Her feet upon on my ass and lower back. SO WORTH THE COMMENT :D

Exposure

Exposure I know her fears, the irrational terrors that lie deep within her third heart. Today I will exploit them to the full to test her will, to see if the steel is hardened enough so she can survive her ultimate test. She only knows that she is to meet me and to expect a night to pass before she returns to the real world. Today is a game day. I have told her to meet me on the bridge over the motorway at 8:30 in the evening. I will collect her at 9:00. She does not know that I will be deliberately late, leaving her alone and vulnerable standing in the middle of nowhere. Just a thin summer dress will cover her otherwise naked body, in flat court shoes, no makeup and with her hair tied back in a ponytail, open and inviting attention, vulnerable. I park up a little way from where she is waiting and where I can overlook the motorway bridge. I take the binoculars from the passenger seat and watch her. It is quite bright but the sun is almost on the horizon. I almost feel sorry for her but this is for her own good and sometimes one has to be cruel to be kind. I can see her on the bridge her hands clasped across the front of her. The drivers in the passing vehicles are watching her standing there all on her own for no apparent reason. Every now and then a trucker will sound his horn at her in appreciation. A car slows and pulls up. Katherine doesn’t know what car I will be driving. She hurries towards it. But recoils shaking her head furiously as she realises that it’s not me and the driver probably makes some lewd proposition. The car pulls away. Kathy is caught between a rock and a hard place she doesn’t want to stand by the roadside in case another car stops, but behind her over the pa****t below is the freeway which is abnormally full this evening. Some carefully placed road works have f***ed quite a few extra vehicles this way. That’s the thing about the scene. If you’re in it you get to know lots of people on the same wavelength who will help each other out. I watch for a while longer. She is almost frozen to the spot, just enduring the awful feeling of openness, not agoraphobia but the feeling that everybody is watching her. Silly really, but then what irrational fear isn’t? Time to go. Driving towards the bridge she is still there. As I approach I indicate and start to slow down. Her body language is torn between hope it’s me and fears in case it’s another John looking for a score. If she only knew this was just the start, another John would be considered preferable if it got her out of the rest of tonight’s events. I pull up a few meters short of her position and wait for her to come to me. She can’t see me through the tinted semi-silvered windows. Confused, upset and shaking slightly she comes to the passenger door. I don’t open it, she still can’t see in. She gathers what little nerve she has left and opens the door. Looking in she sees it’s me and virtually jumps in; slamming the door behind her. She sits as low in the seat as possible, a scrunched up little girl scared half witless. But she could have run and didn’t. I feel pride in my jewel. It’s easy to face something that doesn’t frighten you. But to face a terror however irrational takes courage. And my Kathy has never lacked courage. I pull away heading to The Show. Kathy has recovered her composure a little, her breathing is calmer and a little less ragged now the adrenaline has subsided to a trickle rather than a flood. She looks at me. “Where are we going?” she asks. “To a Jewellery show.” As an answer it is absolutely accurate but it conveys no useful information. Kathy accepts that I’ll tell her when it suits me, if I tell her at all. “Kathy. Take your dress and shoes off and put them in the glove compartment. Put on the collar and lead that are in there. Pick up the crop as well please; it’s on the back seat.” She meekly complies. The fine black leather collar fits perfectly. The name tag has an inscription on it. I don’t think she noticed what it s

Wife School Journey spanking

I thought I would relate a story told to me by my wife about a school journey she went on when 16. My wife went to a very strict school where corporal punishment was common place. The school was a girl’s school which had male and female teachers. It was during the time of “Spare the rod and spoil the c***d” and even at home, my wife’s f****y practiced corporal punishment, so this is perhaps why she tolerates it so well at home now. Punishment in school usual began with lines, then a detention and if that failed, a private spanking, usually at break time in an empty office or a classroom. Occasionally a spanking or a slippering was administered in front of the class, especially if there were more than one offender present. The most extreme punishment was administered by the Head or deputy head and could be done in front of the whole school in assembly or a private flogging where one of the c***d’s parents were asked to be present. These two latter punishments were only carried out in extreme cases. In both of these punishments, a cane was used and sometimes a hairbrush or slipper, depending on the offence. If a normal punishment, In front of the class, the offenders skirt could be pulled up, but she would have the modesty of her knickers to hide her private parts. If in private, the punishment was usually administered to the bare bottom or over skirt or knickers. My wife can remember many punishments she had at school. Over the knee or bent over in private by both male and female teachers, usually about six hard slaps over her skirt, panties or on her bare bottom. The male teachers seemed to enjoy the bare bottom spankings best! Offenses could range from talking in class, lateness and inappropriate attire and many more misdemeanours, minor and more serious warranted corporal punishment. Once a male teacher kept her back at lunchtime and made her bend over the desk. He pulled her knickers up the crack of her bum, what you would call a wedgie these days and lifted her skirt up for 10 hard slaps across her bottom. She must have been about 15 at this time. Some of the teachers must have got a lot of pleasure out of this in retrospect. My wife only witnessed one public flogging in front of the whole school in assembly. A particularly rebellious girl called Karen Cooper, (who was 14 at the time), was the victim. She had stabbed another girl with a compass point and spat in the face of a teacher. Her parents were all for the punishment to teach her a lesson. On the day of the punishment, the headmaster gave a speech about her behaviour and called her out to the front of the packed hall. Karen walked up onto the stage and was wearing a white polo top, regulation blue pleated skirt, flat shoes, blue knee socks and regulation blue cotton knickers. She was told to bend across the desk that had been placed in the centre of the stage, with her bottom facing the assembly. A female teacher stood on the other side of the desk and held her hands, in case she tried to break free. The teacher was a female P.E teacher, so was more than capable of holding a belligerent 14 year old in place. The headmaster stood in shirt sleeves, his right hand holding a long thin cane. His shirt sleeve was rolled up on this arm to allow him to move his arm swiftly and unhindered. He walked up to where Karen was and raised the hem of her blue pleated skirt and placed it onto the small of her back, revealing her chubby blue knicker clad bottom. An audible gasp went up from the assembled at this point. Standing to Karen’s left, the headmaster raised the cane high in the air. He placed it slowly across the middle of Karen’s bottom to get his aim. My wife described what followed thus; Again he raised it and this time, “Swooosh” the cane whistled through the air and cut hard into Karen’s bottom...”thwaaack” It was a painful sound as it was not a tap, but a full bl**died cut which must have really hurt and would surely leave its mark long afte