Submissive Husband: A Journey to Discipline in Marriage (2)

Submissive Husband: A Journey to Discipline in Marriage (1)

My wife woke up an hour later, gave me a silent kiss, and got up to take a shower. I followed shortly after and headed to the bathroom.

She was in the shower, radiant.

My cock hardened again.

Under the Shower: Brutal Pleasures and Demanding Orders

She laughed when she saw it.

“We need to relieve that poor little thing!” she said, rubbing her gorgeous breasts. “You can do it in front of me if you want, it’d be fun!”

Her mischievous look said it all; she wanted me to jerk off in front of her. At that moment, I didn’t realize we were heading down a particular path. I had no reason to refuse. So, I started stroking my cock, eager to release after our furious romp.

Barely had I begun when she moved her hand from her breast to her pussy and started touching herself too.

Then, she called out to me again, turning off the shower water.

“Come kneel in front of me and lick me while you jerk off!”

I approached, knelt, and my tongue worshipped her clit while my hand worked my cock.

“And don’t come before I do!”

So, I slowed my masturbation, already on the verge of coming, the taste of her pussy filling me with desire. I devoured her greedily, fully aware of the lack of gentleness, having experienced her brutal assault. I made sure to give her the roughness she seemed to crave.

Sure enough, she came quickly, flooding my face again and triggering my own release. I shot in the shower. Some cum dripped onto her leg and feet.

She quickly regained her composure.

“Don’t let your semen defile my body! Lick it off!”

Her tone was meant to be playful, but the growl with which she expressed this command was anything but.

Absolute Obedience: A Lesson in Discipline in the Bathroom

It was a pure, primal order, as if commanded by her sex, penetrating my soul. Without even deciding, my tongue was already licking her legs and feet. She let out a long sigh. I felt her body tense again; she had come once more.

She turned without a word and showered while I stood up.

I took a towel, and when she stepped out of the shower, I began drying her gently. She let me.

Then she took the towel and invited me to shower myself. She left the bathroom but threw out just before exiting:

“Clean and tidy everything before you leave. The bathroom, like the toilet, must always be spotless.”

There was no trace of a smile on her face, but a strange glint in her eyes that reminded me of the primal side I’d recently discovered in her.

I showered and tidied everything I could see, cleaning as best I could.

She returned as I was finishing, wearing only a stunning nightie, and cast a circular glance around the bathroom.

“This isn’t a bathroom; it looks like a pigsty. The shower and sink must be cleaned with this sponge and this product, washed, rinsed, then, dried with the sponge well wrung out. Dirty laundry goes in this basket. Towels must be folded, not thrown haphazardly. The mirror must be washed with very hot water, then, dried with this microfiber, which you then rinse in scalding water and hang to dry. Finally, the floor must be washed with this mop and this product. Washed with very hot water twice, then rinsed with fresh water, and dried as much as possible with the mop well wrung out to avoid streaks. And all of it on all fours—it’s faster and better than with a broom! Do it now, and I’ll be back in 30 minutes.”

Before I could even react, she was gone.

First Steps of a Submissive Husband: Discipline and Punishment Under Her Gaze

I wasn’t sure I’d caught everything, she’d surprised me so much. My new life as a submissive was beginning, with sublime pleasures and real chores. So, I started with the shower, the sink, then the laundry, towels, and mirror. I was about to scrub the floor on all fours when her face appeared in the doorway.

“I gave you 40 minutes, but it’s still not enough… and it’s not even done well! Look at the streaks on the shower wall, the mirror, and the towels—folding doesn’t mean stacking, or they won’t dry! Use your brain a little! Start over! Everything!”

Those last words were delivered in that hoarse voice I now recognized, the voice of a woman aroused by her power!

“I’m giving you another 20 minutes; it should go faster. There’s less to do. Either way, I want you to understand that my instructions must be followed and respected. So, you will be punished. If I have anything to say in 20 minutes, the punishment will be doubled. Trust me, you’ll understand I’m not joking!”

Her burning gaze pierced and chilled me. I knew her pussy was soaked, her breasts swollen, her hands trembling slightly. I felt those words were pushing her to the edge of orgasm. She knew I accepted the terms of our agreement and would endure the punishment she’d inflict. I knew that punishment would be very painful. Yet, I looked at her with deep respect, and, unwavering admiration, and found nothing else to say but

“Thank you.”

That single word snapped her out of her trance. She blinked, smiled at me, and said,

“Hurry up!”

Punishment of a Submissive Husband: The Wooden Spoon and Her Control

I got to work, starting over, on the lookout for the slightest streak.

When she returned, I was finishing the floor.

“Good, it’s better. Not perfect, but better. So, you’ll only get a simple punishment to remind you to listen carefully when I speak and to apply yourself to what I ask! Follow me, little submissive!”

I was on all fours, still naked, the mop still in hand, which I placed in the bucket. For a moment, I almost followed her on all fours but stood up and followed her upright.

In the kitchen, she faced me.

“Get behind the chair and bend forward, grab the edges of the chair with your hands, and don’t let go. I don’t want to hear screams; I hate that. You can moan, whimper, cry if you want, but no screaming!”

She took a wooden spoon, held it by the flat part, and used the long, thin handle on me.

The first blow hit the middle of my buttocks. I was shocked by the instant pain and the force of the blow. I let out my breath and squinted, hoping to hold back the tears that came almost immediately. She waited a few seconds and delivered a second blow at the base of my buttocks, radiating into my legs! I expelled all the air from my lungs in a silent scream.

I dared a glance at her; her eyes were fixed on my buttocks, likely marked with two dark red stripes. She seemed elsewhere. Her breathing was almost panting, her thighs pressed together, her hands whitening from gripping the spoon so tightly. Her whole body was in extreme tension, her face red, her lips almost white. She was a living embodiment of sex, in absolute desire, in vital need of release.

The Suffering of a Submissive Husband: Pain and Devotion Under Her Blows

The third blow landed on the upper part of my buttocks, still untouched, but I didn’t have to wait for the next ones, which rained down from the top of my buttocks to the back of my knees with force and speed. She couldn’t hold back anymore; she had to finish before crying out her orgasm. I was crying hot tears, in silent groans, my body as tense as hers but in a trance of pain I’d never known. My cock was shriveled, my delirious thoughts clinging only to her pleasure, the indescribable joy she felt as she wielded the power to hurt me, to train me to her liking.

Then she stopped. Out of breath, wild-eyed, heart pounding. Her arms dropped; she had come, I was sure of it, while I was nothing but pain.

I stayed still, head bowed, ashamed of my tears, yet happy to have given her this pleasure she’d never known.

She put the spoon down and went to bed. I don’t know what was going through her mind at that moment—perhaps shame for enjoying beating her submissive husband, perhaps joy at finally living as she’d always wanted, or maybe a mix of both.

Then, I stayed still for a good fifteen minutes, processing this pain that has since become a familiar companion. I, too, was perplexed, torn between wanting to stop everything and leave, wanting to give her what she desired, and wanting to see her come again because she’s so beautiful like that.