Amy, still groggy from sleep, pauses at the bottom of the stairs, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. Her pajamas, a soft cotton set with a loose-fitting top and pajama pants, do little to conceal her petite frame. As she rubs her eyes, she notices Sir seated on the couch robe open. Between his spread legs, Mary kneels, her head moving rhythmically as she ministers to him with practiced skill.
Mary was completely naked, her bare bottom, still showing the marks from the belt last night and some pinkness from what Amy's guess was a morning spanking. Mary had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and her green eyes are closed in concentration as she focuses on pleasing Sir. Amy stood there in shock, should she go upstairs and wait til they are done or walk down like nothing is happening. As Amy was debating what to do Sir said “Good morning Amy.” His voice is steady, carrying an air of authority that Amy has grown accustomed to. "Good morning Sir and Mary" Amy replies. Mary looks over at Amy without taking Sir out of her mouth and acknowledged Amy. “Pleasing your husband sexually is one of the most important jobs a wife has,” he continues, his tone matter-of-fact. Amy’s eyes widen slightly as she takes in the scene before her, her gaze fixed on Mary’s lips moving up and down Sir’s shaft.
“Honoring and serving your husband is a duty that should never be taken lightly,” Sir adds, his words punctuated by the steady rhythm of Mary’s movements. Amy nods, her mind racing as she processes the lesson being presented to her. She watches, mesmerized, as Mary’s head bobs faster, her efforts intensifying. Sir’s breath hitches slightly, and he groans softly, his hands resting on Mary’s shoulders as he thrusts gently into her mouth. His release is swift, and Mary swallows eagerly, her expression one of contentment.
Sir pats Mary’s head in thanks and instructs her to prepare breakfast. Mary rises gracefully, and shoots Amy a small smile before heading to the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the floor.
“Amy, come here,” Sir calls, his voice firm yet not unkind. Amy approaches, her heart pounding slightly as she stands before him. “You’ve done nothing wrong, but I’m going to spank you now. It’s about obedience and my will,” he explains, his gaze steady.
Before Amy can respond, Sir pulls her across his lap, his strong arms easily holding her in place. He pulls her Pajama pants and panties down in one quick movment, exposing her bare bottom, and begins to spank her with steady, stinging strikes. Amy winces with each smack, her skin quickly turning a deep shade of red. The sensation is both painful and exhilarating, and she feels a strange sense of comfort in Sir’s discipline.
After several minutes, Sir stops and helps Amy to her feet. “Now i want you to strip naked and you may assist Mary with breakfast,” he instructs, his voice gentle. Amy nods, her cheeks flushed, and makes her way to the kitchen.
The kitchen is bright and airy, with sunlight streaming through the windows. Mary stands at the counter, chopping vegetables with efficient precision. Her bottom, still reddened from the spanking. Amy joins her, her own bottom throbbing slightly as she begins to prepare the ingredients for breakfast.
The two women work in comfortable silence, their movements synchronized as they cook. Amy glances at Mary occasionally, noticing the ease with which she moves despite the discipline she’s received. There’s a grace to Mary’s submission, a quiet strength that Amy admires.
Sir watches from the living room, his gaze lingering on the two women as they work. The sight of their reddened bottoms, a testament to his authority, brings him a sense of satisfaction. He knows that Amy is learning, absorbing the lessons of obedience and submission that are central to the life they lead in Maplewood Estates.
As breakfast nears completion, Amy feels a sense of pride in her contribution. She’s determined to show Sir that she’s capable, that she’s committed to becoming the obedient wife he’s training her to be. Mary smiles at her encouragingly, and Amy returns the smile, feeling a bond forming between them.
The aroma of bacon and eggs fills the kitchen, and soon, the meal is ready. Mary plates the food with care, arranging it neatly on the table. Amy sets the table, her movements careful as she places the dishes and silverware.
Sir enters the kitchen, his presence commanding as always. He takes his seat at the head of the table, and Mary and Amy sit across from him. The meal is served, and they eat in relative silence, the only sounds being the clinking of cutlery against plates.
As they eat, Sir’s gaze shifts between Amy and Mary, his expression thoughtful. “Amy, how are you finding your training so far?” he asks, his tone conversational.
Amy swallows a bite of food before responding. “It’s challenging, Sir, but I’m learning a lot. I want to be a good wife, to please my husband and honor him in every way.”
Sir nods, his expression approving. “That’s the spirit I like to see. Obedience and submission are the cornerstones of a successful marriage. Mary here is a fine example of what it means to be a devoted wife.”
Mary blushes slightly, lowering her gaze. “Thank you, Sir. I try my best to serve and please you.”
Sir reaches out, taking Mary’s hand in his. “And you do an excellent job, my dear. Your dedication is an inspiration to Amy, I’m sure.”
Amy smiles at Mary, feeling a surge of affection for her mentor. “Mary’s been a great help, Sir. I’m grateful for her guidance.”
After breakfast, Sir suggests a walk around the estate, and the three of them head outside. The grounds of Maplewood Estates are meticulously maintained, with lush gardens and winding paths. The air is crisp and fresh, carrying the scent of blooming flowers.
As they walk, Sir points out various features of the estate, sharing stories of its history and the community that resides there. Amy listens intently, her curiosity piqued by the traditions and values that govern their lives.
They pass by a group of women gathered in the garden, their laughter and conversation carrying on the breeze. Sir explains that these are some of the single women in the community, attending a class Mary runs on submission and obedience.
“Mary’s been teaching them the importance of respecting and honoring their future husbands,” Sir explains. “It’s a vital part of our way of life here.”
Amy watches the women with interest, noticing the way they interact with each other and with Mary. There’s a sense of camaraderie among them, a shared understanding of the roles they’re being prepared for.
As they continue their walk, Sir’s conversation turns to Amy’s progress. “You’re doing well, Amy,” he says, his tone encouraging. “But there’s always more to learn. Obedience is a journey, not a destination.”
Amy nods, her determination growing. “I’ll keep trying my best, Sir. I want to make you proud.”
Sir smiles, his expression warm. “I have no doubt you will, Amy. You have a good heart, and you’re eager to learn. Those are the most important qualities in a wife.”
The walk concludes, and they return to the house. The rest of the morning is spent in quiet activities, with Amy assisting Mary with household tasks and Sir attending to his own responsibilities.
As the day progresses, Amy finds herself reflecting on the lessons she’s learned so far. She thinks about the importance of submission, of putting her husband’s needs before her own. She considers the role of discipline in their lives, how it shapes and guides them.
After breakfast, Sir calls Amy to his study, a room lined with books and filled with the scent of leather and wood. He sits behind his desk, his expression serious as he motions for her to sit across from him.
“Amy, I want to talk to you about trust,” he begins, his voice low and steady. “In a marriage, trust is everything. It’s the foundation upon which everything else is built.”
Amy listens intently, her gaze fixed on Sir’s face. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Trust means being honest, even when it’s difficult. It means being vulnerable, allowing your husband to see all parts of you, even the parts you’re not proud of.”
Amy nods, her mind racing as she processes his words. “I want to be someone you can trust completely.”
Sir smiles, his expression softening. “I know you do, Amy. You’re already making great progress. But trust is something that’s built over time, through consistent actions and honesty.”
The conversation shifts to other topics, with Sir offering guidance and advice on various aspects of being a wife. Amy listens eagerly, soaking up his words like a sponge.
