On Thursday morning over breakfast, my wife casually mentioned. “I will keep Saturday free as you will be sore from your spanking tomorrow. Remember Mistress wishes to see you shaved she does like a very bare bottom to punish.”

It has been a month since my first visit to my Mistress. I knew my wife would be writing a letter detailing my behaviour over this time. Although I had started with the best of intentions, I knew I had slipped back into my old ways in the last few days, and I feared that tomorrow evening was not going to be entirely pleasant. 

Whenever I thought about my last spanking, and I had thought about it a lot. It was mainly with excitement as it had been a very stimulating experience. Although I knew I was in trouble tomorrow there was a part of me that was excited too. Fear and dread also played a part, but I was trying to ignore those feelings.

That evening my wife made sure I was properly shaved. “I do like you looking like that; you should always keep yourself clean-shaven down there. I suggest an early night for you. I have a letter to write all about your behaviour over the last month. Sadly, it is going to be a long letter, an exceedingly long letter.” There was an ominous look in my wife’s eye as she said this.

Although I did go to bed early, sleep was extremely hard to come by. My mind was racing. When my wife came to bed an hour later, she said. “I had better drop you off and pick you up tomorrow. I am not sure you will be in a fit state to drive home.” With this bombshell, she turned off the light and seemed to fall asleep straight away, leaving me awake with my thoughts.

I am sure it was not my most productive working day on Friday; my mind just kept wandering back to what was about to unfold. At six-thirty my wife and I got in the car and arrived with time to spare. 

“Be a brave boy and remember this is for your own good, see you very soon.” With these parting words from my wife, I got out of the car.

I knocked on Julie’s front door and within moments, she stood before me. “You know where to go; I want you naked before the desk. I will join you in five minutes. Do you have the letter your wife has written for me?”

I showed Julie the envelope. I had not been given the privilege of reading its contents. 

“If you can place that on the desk, I will review it shortly.” With that, Julie went into one of the downstairs rooms.

I made my lonely walk upstairs, placed the letter, stripped myself naked, and stood before the desk as requested. Once again, my penis was excited and was making his presence known. 

I did not have long to wait. Julie entered a few minutes later dressed as before. She was wearing a black corset, a black bra, matching black stockings, and suspender belt, and long black boots. 

She regarded my penis. “I will speak to your wife shortly about punishing that.”

She sat and opened the letter I had placed on the desk and took a long time reading it, and throughout that time she tutted and shook her head. I was becoming increasingly nervous about what was to follow. Eventually, she put the letter down and slowly looked up at me. “Do you know what this letter says?”

“No,” I replied.

“It says that the spanking I gave you last time worked but only for about a week and then you returned to your old ways. Any comments?”

“No, I am sorry.”

She looked at me coldly. “Of that, there will be no doubt. You are going to learn a new meaning of sorry today. The behaviour detailed in this letter is not acceptable.”

My nervousness increased tenfold. What was going to happen?

“Wait there.” With that, Julie stood and walked to open the door. “You may come in now.”

I turned to see what was happening. 

Julie rebuked me. “Did I say turn round? Look forwards.”

Julie said to someone. “I am so glad you decided to join us.”

I was now terrified. Who was in the room? Who was seeing me standing naked before this dominatrix? What was happening?

“Thank you for the invitation. I am looking forward to seeing a professional in action.” The voice I heard was my wife. Relief flooded through me quickly, followed by curiosity, what was she doing here? I thought she did not want to be involved.

Julie returned to her seat and my wife followed and stood next to her. My eyes nearly popped from my head. My wife was dressed exactly as my Mistress. They both looked stunning. My penis returned to full strength immediately. 

My wife could see I was staring at her, she does have an extensive lingerie collection, but I had never seen her looking so beautiful. Powerful and beautiful.

“Can you remind me why are we dressed like this?” My wife asked Julie.

“Two reasons, the first this puts me in my dominant frame of mind and more importantly men are far more compliant when ordered around by someone looking like this. Especially when they are holding a cane in their hands, but going forward please wear whatever you like. You will be in charge.”

Julie then regarded me. “Having discussed this situation with your wife over dinner last week we decided that you need to be punished every week. Your wife will punish you every Friday and I will punish you on the first Friday of the month. Today however, I am going to instruct on some of the best ways to punish men. I will ask your wife to assist and ensure that she will deliver severe punishments going forward.”

Several things struck me all at once, my wife and Julie had had dinner together. I remembered my wife saying she was going for dinner with a friend I had never thought to ask who. I was going to be disciplined by my wife every week. This would take the whole thing to a new level. Excitement was building. I was fearing what was to come, but there was a definite tingle of anticipation.

Julie spoke. “Last time he was spanked and then given six strokes of the paddle, tawse, and the cane. It does look like we will have to increase this.” She looked at me at this point and added with a smile. “Significantly.”

My stomach lurched it had taken everything I had to retain a modicum of control last time what would this be like. I also noticed that my wife smiled at this point. 

Julie spoke to my wife. “I suggest we start with a spanking and follow with twelve of the tawse then twelve with the cane. If he does not behave during his punishment, we will just increase the sentence. This should probably be the standard tariff going forward. What do you think?”

My wife looked at me. “I agree that sounds entirely reasonable. I cannot wait to get started.”

With that, Julie opened the top drawer of her desk and removed the long black gloves that I knew she wore when she spanked people. Again, she addressed my wife. “I like to wear these when punishing naughty boys, it helps to protect your hand when spanking them hard and prevents you coming into contact with anything unpleasant. I have a spare pair here. Would you like them?”

“Oh yes please,” replied my wife with a big smile on her face. 

“Here you are they do feel so sensual when you are wearing them. I hope you get many years of service from them.”

I spent the next few minutes watching the two of them putting their gloves on and flexing their fingers to ensure their comfort. I did not think the vision before me could get any better, but the image of the two of them both in those gloves was simply perfect.

Julie again spoke to my wife. “I prefer spanking in the over-the-knee position, I feel it does give me more control and I think it is a more embarrassing position for the victim and that adds something to the punishment. However, if you prefer you could ask your husband to bend over a desk or a chair and spank them from there. It is your choice. I would try a few ways and find what works best for you. Right, you over my knee.”

This last part was addressed to me. I came around the desk and laid over her knee. I felt both my Mistress and my wife staring at my erection. “I will talk to you later about punishing his penis it is very off-putting waving around. However, a good hard spanking will help it go down.”

I felt very self-conscious. My head was down towards the floor my bottom was uppermost. My wife was stood by my feet, and I could almost feel two pairs of eyes focussing on the area to be punished. You cannot feel comfortable just before your punishment is about to commence.

“The spanking should turn his whole bottom a pink and red colour, it makes him more sensitive for the punishment to follow. Ignore any pleas for mercy. Remember his recent behaviour. If he wriggles about too much or at any time tries to protect his bottom just tell him, you will add more strokes later. That usually sorts them out. I start with alternate slaps from one buttock to the other and then concentrate on each buttock in turn. Again, you will find what works best for you.”

With this, the spanking started. At least I did have some idea of what to expect and managed to keep mostly still. When Julie rained a series of smacks onto the tops of my thighs, I did start to struggle.

“They do not like their thighs been punished. You can see him starting to struggle,” Julie commented, there was no sympathy in the voice; she was just imparting information.

After what seemed like hours but, in reality, was only ten minutes the spanking stopped. “Is that a uniform colour?” Julie asked my wife. 

I heard my wife step closer to inspect my punished bottom. “That thigh looks a little redder than the other one.” She helpfully pointed out.

“Oh yes, let's even them up shall we.” With that, Julie delivered a series of smacks to my left thigh. “Better?”

“Oh yes, I do like things to be neat and tidy, that now looks a very well-spanked bottom.”

Julie said. “I think you will find we have missed a bit and your husband knows the bit I am referring to. The whole bottom should be a uniform red colour.”

“What did we miss?”

Julie addressed me. “Show your wife the next part to be punished.”

It was with acute embarrassment I reached behind and taking a buttock in each hand I pulled them apart showing my anus and crack to both women. 

“This part is still virgin white for now.”

“Won’t that be painful?” Asked my wife.

“I expect so, but he does deserve it. There are several ways you can punish him here. You can of course, continue hand spanking him, which is part of the reason for the gloves. If he has been bad, you could get him to kneel with his chest on the floor and use the cane, but that is for serious offenses. I sometimes use a martinet which is a whip from France with many leather tails. I usually use this, however.”

I heard Mistress reach into her top drawer. “This hairbrush is perfect for the job. I give a couple of smacks on his anus and then work my way up the crack. Generally, men do not like this, but it does wonders for their behaviour. I would recommend that you do not neglect this part of the punishment.”

“I won’t. I am looking forward to watching this.” My wife announced.

It is hard to describe my feelings of embarrassment at this point, it had been bad enough just being naked but being naked with a spanked bottom and displaying all was very humiliating. There was just a touch of excitement there too.

“Let us get started. Keep those buttocks well spread or we will start all over again.”

With this the brush connected with my anus. The sting was hard to bear, although I knew what was coming it took everything not to cry out, I did let out a cry when the second stroke connected with my hole. As the brush continued its torturous journey along my crack, I became more vocal, and Mistress ignored me. When she finally put the brush down, tears were running down my face.

“We are making progress now. The lesson is being learned and we finally have a well-spanked bottom.” My Mistress announced, there were only sounds of satisfaction in her voice, I could detect no sympathy for my plight. “You could now make him stand in the corner for a few minutes to build the anticipation for the rest of the punishment. However, that would be your choice. Today we will proceed with using the tawse. Would you like to give some strokes to him?”

“Oh yes please,” my wife sounded far too eager to me. 

“You need them bent over for both the tawse and the cane. We can try a few positions today but again, experiment and find what works for you. They can bend over a desk, a chair, or sofa, or you can even buy special fetish furniture specially designed for the job. That however does get a bit tricky to explain to visitors. Let us start with him just being bent over. Up you get and stand in the centre of the floor and bend over touching your toes. Off you go.” Mistress spanked my bottom hard to help me comply.

I stood where Mistress had instructed and bent over my penis who had retreated into his shell decided this was a good time to make an appearance. “See, he is enjoying this too much. We had better try harder with the tawse,” Mistress said this with relish in her voice. “Legs further apart it will help you keep balanced; we will need a nice steady target. Behave during this punishment no crying out, no hiding your bottom or reaching back. A penalty stroke will be awarded if you fail to behave. Is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”

“You can see how polite he is, punishment is wonderful for behaviour change. Let me get two tawses for us to use.”

I heard Mistress moving around behind me. “Here I have two medium tawse’s perfect for the job in hand. I suggest we punish him together, you one side me the other and alternate the strokes. Have you ever spanked anyone before?”

“No, this will be my first time, hopefully not the last though.” My wife gave a small laugh, inwardly I gave a small groan. 

“The tawse delivers bands of pain across the bottom whilst the cane delivers lines of pain. That is why I like using them together it is a perfect combination. When you deliver a stroke, aim to land the tip of the tawse just past the centre of the far buttock, you do not want it to wrap too far around. Let me show you. Prepare yourself, no moving twelve strokes coming up.”

The first stroke was immediately delivered. Although I knew what to expect it still took my breath away. Tears started to flow again, and this was only the first stroke.

“Take your time and enjoy yourself,” Julie was speaking to my wife. I was not enjoying myself now.

There was a short wait, then a weak stroke landed. I was relieved.

“No, you need to do it a lot harder than that. That stroke does not count, please try again; it may help if you think about his misbehaviour of the last few weeks.”

It seemed unfair to repeat a stroke, but I was not in a position to argue. I did not have to wait long this time. My wife’s second stroke was fearsome. She made up for her previous attempt, tears continued to flow.

“Perfect, see you are a natural.”

The next four strokes were delivered one from the left side, followed by one from the right. I struggled to remain in position and not disgrace myself. 

“Let’s change his position, over the desk with you.” Mistress announced, “again feel free to try him in different positions and choose the best one for you.”

I got myself in this more familiar position it was easier keeping still once I was over the desk, the pain is the same though. The final six of the tawse were delivered. It did indeed seem that my wife was a natural. All the strokes hurt equally, and my bottom was truly on fire at the end.

“Maybe some time in the corner for him, we can have a chat. Go and stand facing the wall, no rubbing hands on head.”

I did as instructed, relieved the punishment had stopped, for now. I was not sure how much more I could take. I tried to regain control and listened to the conversation taking place behind me. They spoke about many things to do with spanking, instruments, uniforms, and positions. Mistress then said. “Some wives use bottom worship as a tool to keep their husbands in line.”

“What do you mean?” My wife asked, curiosity in her voice.

“Make your husband kiss and worship your bottom; they should pay particular attention to your anus and the crease between your buttocks. You however give the instructions it is for your pleasure. The man is just a tool for you to use. They often find it humiliating being in this position. I would suggest they cannot use their hands, just their tongue. They have to kiss your anus and lick your crease and even push their tongue into your rear passage. From experience I can tell you it is very stimulating.”

I had dreamed of doing this for years. Despite myself, I was finding this conversation extremely exciting, and of course, this showed in the usual way.

Mistress said, “would you like to try? There is no time like the present. I will help to make sure he worships you properly?”

There was a pause. “Yes, I think so. It does sound quite exciting. What do I need to do?”

Although I dared not say anything, I was happy with my wife’s answer.

“Firstly, remove your panties and give them to me, then you adopt the same position as your husband did over the desk. The difference is that this is for your pleasure and not for punishment.”

I heard my wife moving behind me.

“Right, you,” Mistress was addressing me. “Kneel behind your wife, you are going to worship her as you have never done before. I am going to instruct you how. Any failure on your part, and I will use this riding crop, and I am sure you can guess were.” She was holding a riding crop before her, it had a nasty-looking leather tab at the business end. I did not want that contacting me, and especially not my anus as I thought my Mistress was threatening.

I have always been a bottom man; I know some men prefer legs or breasts, but for me, a woman’s bottom is a thing of beauty. I knelt behind my wife and although I have seen her bottom so many times over our marriage, being knelt behind her with her bent over the desk was extremely exciting. I could also see Mistress out of the corner of one eye.

“Right, start by kissing your wife’s bottom all over, you are worshipping her, remember.”

I did as instructed tentatively at first and then with more enthusiasm. I have done this before, but somehow this seems more stimulating. I could sense this was very stimulating for my wife she certainly smelt of arousal.

“Very good, you can be obedient. You just need the right stimulus.” Finally, I had received praise from my Mistress.

“If you could hold your buttocks apart, we can move onto the next stage.”

My wife reached behind herself as instructed and held herself apart. What a view I was offered; my wife is not shy, but she does not display herself like this normally. I could see the whole of her bottom, and her pussy which was very wet.

“You will now lick your wife along her crack starting between her vagina and her anus again; remember you are worshipping her.”

I did as I was instructed. I was in heaven. I tried to caress my wife's crease with my tongue. Not only was I in heaven, I think my wife was too.

“You can stop now.” Reluctantly, I stopped. “Is he doing a good job?” 

“I am getting some pleasure from this.” I heard my wife say, although I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Should I punish him?”

“No hold off, for now, he must try harder though.”

I was relieved and determined to try very hard.

“Finally, your wife will keep her buttocks apart. You will kiss her bottom hole as you would a lover and gradually use your tongue to breach her rear passage, gently mind you. Remember, I have my riding crop ready.”

I kissed my wife’s anus, although I have done this a few times, this was the first time I had done this just to give my wife pleasure. I kissed her gently at first and slowly invaded her  with my tongue, she had a strong taste which was not wholly unpleasant, and I pushed my tongue as far inside as I could.”

“Work your tongue up and down, make love to your wife’s bottom with your tongue.” This from my Mistress. I did my best to comply with the instruction. My wife was groaning and pushing herself back onto my face, we were both enjoying this immensely. 

After a few minutes, my Mistress said. “That is enough for now. You can experiment more later.” Reluctantly I withdrew from my wife’s bottom. 

“You still have twelve strokes of the cane to come. I suggest a different position. I would like you to mount the armchair in the corner. One knee on each armrest, facing towards the back of the chair, and then bend over and push your bottom right out.”

I did as asked. I felt very vulnerable, my legs were well spread by the chair, I pushed my bottom right back which fully exposed my privates. My testicles were hanging down my penis was very erect; he would not stay that way for long.

“This is perfect, the bottom is positioned ready for punishment. If needed the crop could be used on his inner thighs. They do hate that.”

I could not imagine what that would feel like and did not want to find out. 

“Let me get the canes and we can begin.” Again, I heard my Mistress moving around, and then I hear the ominous swishing of the cane. She swished several times, and I got the feeling she was trying to decide which cane to use. My penis was losing its enthusiasm. 

“These will do the trick; you can take one home with you. You can then discipline him whenever you wish it can be the start of your punishment collection. I will send you a few links to useful sites, so you can start purchasing your own instruments. You should buy a tawse, a paddle and maybe even some butt plugs. A gag may prove useful as he does get a bit noisy under punishment. The cane however will always be my favourite. It does sound so wonderful and leaves beautiful stripes. Here experiment with this.”

I heard a cane being swished behind me; my buttocks tensed in anticipation. 

“When caning a man,” Mistress said. “Make sure the tip of the cane lands about here on the far buttock again you do not want it wrapping round. Take your time whilst caning someone; let each stroke soak in before delivering the next one. Insist the bottom is properly presented and make sure no hands get in the way. Do not be afraid to add penalty strokes if he misbehaves. Let us alternate his punishment again.”

I heard the ladies taking up their positions. A cane was tapped on my bottom, and the first stroke was delivered. There is nothing to prepare you. In this position the cane seemed to have more bite. Tears flowed again and I could not help calling out.

“See, it does have such a wonderful effect. Time for your first stroke, take your time.”

The stroke landed it was not as hard as the first but difficult to cope with nonetheless.

The next pair of strokes were delivered before Mistress ran her finger right along the tops of my thighs. “This is the best place to leave a lasting impression here bottom and thigh meet. He will remember strokes here every time he sits for the next few days. Let us try to place the next two here.”

I felt instant fear the suffering in my bottom was to be taken to a new level.

Mistress tapped the cane on the target area and delivered her stroke just as she had intended. I cried aloud. “Any more of that and you will receive extras.” Came the sharp rebuke.

I felt the next cane on my bottom and another stroke was delivered in almost the same place. I just managed to remain stoic. But only just.

“I suggest we finish there, and you take him home to complete his punishment. You can try the other thing we discussed. Is that OK?”

“Perfect,” my wife replied.

“Let’s go downstairs, your husband can get dressed and come down when he is ready.”

The two women left me alone. I rubbed my bottom and tried to get rid of the worst of the sting. It did not work. I went over to the mirror behind the desk and inspected my bottom; it was very red with six outstanding stripes. I had been properly punished with the threat of more to come. I dressed slowly and went downstairs my wife and my Mistress were sat close together on the sofa in a deep discussion. I did not want to interrupt, so I waited.

Their conversation ended and they both stood. They passionately embraced and kissed each other. I looked on in amazement as the kiss lingered. 

“I will see you very soon let me know how you get on, any questions just ask. Let us do dinner sometime next week.” Mistress spoke when the kiss finished.

My wife smiled, agreed to dinner and put on a large full-length coat. She was still dressed in her lingerie below, picking up the cane, she walked to our car. The drive home was mainly in silence, each of us lost in our thoughts. When we pulled up on our driveway my wife breezed into the house again carrying the cane, I more cautiously followed, walking with stiff legs. If any of our neighbours were looking, I am not sure what they would have made of the scene.

Once inside my wife turns to me. “Upstairs, I want you to pile the pillows from our bed in the centre and lay over them bottom uppermost.”

“Oh, really has this not gone far enough?” 

“That is one extra stroke making seven. Do you want to do what you are told, or should I drive us back to Mistress's house?” 

I knew I was beaten. I have seen that look of determination on my wife’s face before. I slowly climbed the stairs placed the pillows as requested, slowly got undressed and placed myself as requested. Again, with my poor bottom uppermost.

My wife entered dressed as before, still with her knickers removed. “I will deliver the first three from this side. Prepare yourself.”

The cane was tapped on the very crown of my bottom, and the first stroke was delivered. The fires were re-ignited. I pushed myself into the pillows stamped my feet and cried. The next two strokes followed shortly after my wife was not going to show mercy.

“The remainder of your punishment will be from this side,” My wife walked around the bed and tapped the cane again. Three strokes followed. “If you had behaved your punishment would be over now. Sadly, for you, it is not. Mistress says punishment strokes should be special and delivered on the thighs. I think Mistress is quite right. Prepare yourself.”

I could not believe this was my wife speaking. The cane was placed on my thighs and the stroke was delivered. This took pain to a new level. 

My wife waited for me to recover. “You are going to worship my pussy. Lay on your back.”

Despite the pain, I liked the sound of what she was suggesting. I carefully laid on my back. I had to lay on my bottom, which only increased my discomfort. My wife placed her stockinged thighs on either side of my head she was facing away from me.

“I am going to lower myself onto your face. I want you to kiss my pussy; remember this is worship.”

With this, she slowly lowered herself onto my face. Her wet pussy was positioned just above my nose. “You may begin now; take your time no hurry.”

I gently kissed her a few times and then ran my tongue along her slit. 

“You were asked to kiss me, nothing else. If you do that again it will be the cane. Punishment strokes. Try again.”

I kissed her pussy gently all over. She started to grind herself into my face. Eventually, she lifted herself again. “You may now lick me. I want you to savour my taste and focus on my clit. Again, take your time; you will worship me.”

She lowered herself again. Her pussy was just above my face. I could just breathe, and I set about my task. She was getting very aroused and pushed herself onto my face several times. I managed to grab breaths as I could, and I knew she was building to an orgasm. When it came, she shouted into the room and pushed herself right down onto my face and I was covered in her wetness. 

She knelt above me for a minute getting herself together before she said. “I have some cold cream in the fridge. Would you like some?”

“Yes please.”

Whilst she when downstairs, I rolled over and waited.

She returned and covered my bottom with the cream, it felt wonderful. She massaged it into the worst-affected areas. It was very erotic. 

“I will be punishing you again next Friday, but for this week, your punishment is over. Time to roll over.”

I slowly rolled over my penis was at full stretch again. 

“I think we can find something for him to do.” My wife said, and the rest of the night was an extremely passionate affair. More so than for many years.

Over breakfast the next day, my wife said. “You have been telling me for ages I should get a hobby, and I have found one we can both be involved in. Spanking.” She had a big smile on her face. 

I decided not to comment. That day I did indeed have a very sore bottom, but I cannot wait for next Friday.

The End