Amy's heart raced with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tonight, Sir had promised her a lesson, a special one that would further her training as a submissive wife. But her eagerness had gotten the better of her, and as she helped set the table for dinner, her trembling hands caused a plate to slip from her grasp, shattering on the hardwood floor.
"Oops!" Amy exclaimed, her voice filled with dismay. She quickly knelt to gather the broken pieces, her mind already braced for the consequences.
Mary was quick to respond. "Amy, dear, I think you need a little reminder to focus," she said, her voice calm but firm. With that, Mary told Amy to bend over and place her hands on knees and swiftly delivered a series of sharp smacks to her cheeks with the same wooden spoon Sir had spanked Mary with earlier.
Amy's eyes welled with tears, and she let out a series of soft whimpers as the stinging sensation spread across her skin. Mary's spanks were swift and precise, leaving a warm glow on Amy's backside. After a few moments, Mary stopped, her message delivered.
"There, that should help you concentrate," Mary said, her tone gentle. "Now, let's clean up this mess and prepare for dinner. Sir will be done in his office and joining us soon."
Amy nodded, her face flushed, and quickly finished tidying up the broken plate. As she stood, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, a combination of embarrassment, gratitude, and anticipation for what the evening might bring.
As the three of them sat down for dinner, the conversation flowed smoothly, with Sir leading the discussion about the importance of discipline and submission within the community. Amy listened intently, her eyes fixed on Sir's strong features, his commanding presence filling the room.
"A husband's role is to guide and protect his wife, and in return, a wife must submit to his authority," Sir explained, his voice deep and authoritative. "It is a sacred bond, one that requires trust, obedience, and a willingness to serve."
Amy nodded, her eyes downcast, absorbing every word. Mary, seated beside her, reached over and squeezed her hand, offering silent reassurance.
After dinner, Sir turned to Amy, his gaze intense. "Amy, it's time for your lesson. Go to our bedroom, and place three pillows on the bed. Then lay over them and await my arrival."
Amy's heart skipped a beat at his words. She rose from her chair, her movements graceful despite her nervousness. With a quick nod, she hurried down the hall, her mind racing with curiosity and a hint of trepidation.
Entering the master bedroom, Amy found the room was spacious, with a large bed adorned with soft linens and plush pillows. She laid her slender body bared to the cool air, and arranged the pillows as instructed.
As she lay over them, her heart pounded in her chest, and her breath quickened. She closed her eyes, waiting, her mind imagining the possibilities.
The door clicked open, and Sir entered, his presence filling the room. Amy's eyes fluttered open, and she saw him standing there, his muscular frame imposing, his blue eyes fixed on her. In his hands, he held a wooden spoon, a belt, and a cane, implements Amy knew she would come to respect and fear.
"Amy, tonight's lesson is about submission and service," Sir began, his voice calm but commanding. "In our community, a wife's role is to support and serve her husband, to be his helpmate and companion. This requires a deep level of trust and obedience."
Amy nodded, her eyes fixed on the implements in Sir's hands. She knew what was coming, and her body tensed in anticipation.
Sir continued, "When a wife submits to her husband, she opens herself up to his guidance and protection. It is a sacred act, one that strengthens the bond between husband and wife. Now I want you to stay in position and accept that this is my will and my desire."
"Yes, Sir," Amy replied. Amy felt scared but knew she needed to prove her commitment and obedience to Sir and also to show Mary she had what it takes.
With that, Sir approached the bed, his movements deliberate. He placed the wooden spoon on the bedside table, his eyes never leaving Amy.
"Tonight, we will focus on the importance of submission," he said, his voice low and steady. "You will learn to trust me, to surrender to my will, and to find pleasure in serving me."
Amy's breath caught in her throat as Sir positioned himself behind her. She felt his strong hands on her hips, guiding her into position, her bottom raised and exposed.
Sir lifted the spoon, and Amy braced herself, her body tensing. The first smack landed on her right cheek, and she let out a soft gasp, her eyes squeezing shut. The spoon's impact was sharp, leaving a warm, stinging sensation that radiated through her body.
Sir continued, delivering a series of measured smacks, his rhythm steady and controlled. Amy squirmed and wiggled under the spoon, her whimpers turning to soft cries as the pain grew.
After a few minutes, Sir stopped, his hand resting gently on her back. "Good girl, Amy. You're doing well," he praised, his voice soothing.
Amy took a moment to catch her breath, her body trembling. She felt a mixture of emotions pain, and a deep sense of trust in Sir's guidance.
Sir stepped aside, and Mary approached the bed, her presence a welcome comfort. She held the belt in her hands, her green eyes sparkling with determination.
"Now, Amy, it's time for the next phase of your lesson," Mary said, her voice confident and reassuring.
Without hesitation, Mary began to spank Amy with the belt, her strokes hard and fast. The belt's impact was different from the spoon, delivering a sharp, stinging pain that made Amy cry out. Mary's strokes were relentless, turning Amy's cries into sobs as she struggled to keep her position.
Mary's hand was firm and unforgiving, and with each stroke, Amy felt her submission deepen. The belt's leather left stripes and bruises on her tender skin.
After what felt like an eternity, Mary stopped, her breathing heavy. She had delivered exactly one hundred swats, each one a testament to Amy's endurance and dedication.
Amy lay over the pillows, eyes wet with tears, her body trembling, her skin flushed and marked with the evidence of her lesson.
Sir reached for the cane, his movements deliberate. "Amy, this final implement will help you understand the depth of submission," he said, his voice steady.
Amy's eyes widened at the sight of the cane, Amy had never had a cane used on her before but knew enough that she started bawling before the first strike was delivered.
Sir positioned himself behind her once more, his strong hands guiding her into position. The cane's first stroke landed on her left cheek, and Amy cried out, her body jerking with the force of the impact.
Sir paused, allowing the pain to settle in, before delivering the next stroke. He waited between each strike, letting Amy feel the full effect of the cane's power.
Amy's cries filled the room, her body writhing under the cane's discipline. Sir's strokes were measured and precise, each one landing with purpose, teaching Amy about the depth of her submission.
After thirty hard strokes, Sir stopped, his hand resting gently on Amy's back. She lay there, her body shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks. The cane's marks adorned her skin, a physical representation of her obedience.
Mary rushed to Amy's side, her gentle hands stroking her hair and offering comfort. "You did so well, Amy. I'm proud of you," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.
Amy sobbed into the bed, her body trembling as she processed the intensity of the lesson. Sir stood nearby, his presence a silent reminder of his authority and the bond they shared.
As Amy's tears subsided, Sir spoke, his voice gentle but firm. "Amy, you have done wonderfully. Your submission and trust are a testament to your growth as a wife-in-training."
Amy lifted her head, her eyes meeting Sir's, and nodded, her heart filled with gratitude.
Sir continued, "In our community, a husband has certain rights, and it is a wife's duty to submit to his desires. A husband can use any hole, whenever he wishes, and it is your responsibility to surrender to his will."
Amy, her eyes still filled with tears, nodded her head. Sir moved closer, his eyes fixed on Amy's bruised and exposed bottom. He reached down, his strong hands grasping her hips, and positioned himself behind her.
"Amy, I want you to remember the lesson you've learned tonight," Sir said, his voice low and intense. "As I take you, I want you to surrender completely, to trust me, and to find pleasure in your submission."
With that, Sir guided his erect cock into Amy's ass, his movements slow and deliberate. Amy felt the pressure, her body tensing as he pushed forward, filling her.
Sir's thrusts were deep and purposeful, his body moving in a steady rhythm. Amy cried out at each painful thrust from Sirs cock. Sir stretched her, reminding her of both the spanking and the cane with every thrust.
Sir's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her movements. His breath quickened, and his thrusts became faster, harder, as he drove into her, owning her like a husband owns his wife.
Amy's cries filled the room, her body responding to Sir's dominance, her submission complete. She felt Sir's release, his hot seed filling her, and she surrendered to the moment, her body trembling with the intensity of their connection.
As Sir finished, he pulled out slowly, his cock sliding from her body, leaving her feeling empty yet fulfilled. Amy rolled into his arms, her body seeking comfort and security. She felt safe, protected, and loved, her tears mingling with his embrace.
Sir held her close, his strong arms wrapping around her, and whispered words of praise and affection. Mary stood nearby, her eyes filled with joy, witnessing the bond between Sir and Amy grow stronger.
"You've done well, Amy," Sir said, his voice filled with pride. "Your journey towards becoming an obedient wife is progressing beautifully. I'm proud of your dedication and submission."
Amy smiled, her eyes shining with happiness, and snuggled closer to Sir, her body relaxing in his embrace. Mary approached, her hand reaching out to stroke Amy's hair, a silent gesture of support and sisterhood.
"Amy, you did so good today, you deserve a reward. Lay on your back and spread your legs," Sir commanded. Amy was so deep in subspace she obeyed without thinking. When Amy looked between her legs, she saw Mary's face just before it disappeared and she felt Mary's tongue on her clit moving with slow practiced movements. Amy's body arched and jerked as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Mary picked up her pace until Amy had an orgasm unlike any she had had before.
After Amy's ordeal, she lay in between Sir and Mary. Mary gently touched and caressed Amy's body until she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
