I woke up Friday morning my legs and buttocks still sore. The marks were clearly visible, touching them was torture. My dominant wife was in the kitchen having breakfast. She had prepared mine. I wasn’t sure how to act. In fact, I wanted to act as a good submissive husband, but she put me at ease with a long kiss.
- “I hope you’re not in too much pain. I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy it, but I won’t do it just for pleasure. If you do things right, there’ll be no punishment. Okay, my love?”
I nodded, not entirely convinced.
- “The upside is you now know exactly how to clean the bathroom. To make sure you remember, I think for the next few weeks, you should shower after me in the morning. It’s usually the case anyway and clean it every day. It’ll become second nature, and we’ll always have a spotless bathroom. What do you think?”
- “Uh… every day?”
- “How many times do you think I do it a week?”
- “You do it several times a week?”
- “Thanks for noticing! Yes, about every other day. It seems fair that, given the path we’re on, you take over, right?”
- “Of course, but is it necessary every day?”
- “Who decides what needs to be done?”
- “Uh… you.”
- “So, it’s every day. But don’t worry, it won’t stop at the bathroom.”
- “I figured.”
Discipline and Desire: A Lesson in Submission
My sulky tone didn’t sit well with her. The slap I received was masterful. Her hand left a red mark on my cheek, her fingers clearly outlined.
This time, my dominant wife didn’t apologize for a second. Surprised again, I lowered my eyes. I didn’t see the slight smile she flashed before saying firmly:
- “Don’t ever talk to me like that again.”
- “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
- “Too late.”
She got up and went to take her shower.
I reached the bathroom as she was leaving, naked, to get dressed in the bedroom. I noticed her flushed face and heavy breathing. It was an incredibly complex feeling, knowing that slapping me brought her pleasure.
I got hard without meaning to. She saw it as she turned to address me before I entered the bathroom.
Looking at my erection, she simply said:
- “At least one part of you understands and agrees with me! Before you leave, don’t forget to clean the bathroom. And before heading to school, clean the toilet. Thoroughly! Red sponge for the inside, blue sponge for the outside, the switch, the wall tiles, the flush valve, the door handle, and the mop in the bucket for the floor. Got it?”
- “Yes, I think so.”
- “I hope so. If I come home and find a single mark in the toilet, a hair on the seat, or a streak on a tile, your thighs and buttocks will be red again. You finish at 4 p.m., right?”
- “Yes, that’s right.”
Chores and Discipline For A Submissive Husband: A Day Under My Dominant Wife’s Control
Then she added:
- “When you get home, you’ll have time to vacuum the entire house. Note this: remove the brush and use the crevice tool for all the wall edges and baseboards. Same deal—if I find a dead fly on the floor anywhere, it’ll hurt. You’ll still have plenty of time to rest before I get home. Understood?”
- “Yes, I’ll do it.”
- “With care.”
- “Yes, I’ll do it with care.”
- “See you tonight. Work hard.”
- “You too.”
She disappeared into the bedroom while I went to shower, trying to remember everything.
I showered, then cleaned the shower and toilet as best I could, taking care. To avoid staining my clothes, I stayed naked. Honestly, I enjoyed being naked. I finally got dressed and left for work, my thighs and buttocks still sore. I didn’t sit much that day. Luckily, the handprint on my cheek faded before I left.
When I got home, I started vacuuming everywhere, making sure no dead fly was left behind! Then I checked the toilet for any traces or hairs and the bathroom. I really didn’t want to be in pain again that evening…
Inspection and Intimacy: A Balance Between Submission and Love
Finally, I finished my chores around 7 p.m., just in time before my dominant wife arrived at 7:30 p.m.
When she got home, I was on the couch. She came into the living room and flopped onto the couch.
- “I’m exhausted!”
I approached and kissed her, which she returned gently.
- “Well, I should still inspect my husband’s work, don’t you think?”
She was smiling. I secretly hoped her smile was a good sign.
She got up and went to the toilet. When I offered to follow and, check with her, she pushed me back.
- “Well, well, young man, can’t a woman pee in peace? Does that excite you?”
My dominant wife looked at me with a sly smile. I turned red as a beet, and I know she noticed.
She locked herself in for a bit, peeing and inspecting. I was trembling, awaiting her verdict. I was scared but also incredibly aroused. There were so many contradictions within me at that moment. Becoming a good submissive husband wasn’t an easy process.
She came out and simply said:
- “Passable! For the first time, I won’t nitpick.”
She wasn’t smiling anymore, but she wasn’t on the verge of exploding either. For the bathroom, I got a “Good!” and for the vacuuming, another “Passable!”
She came back to sit in the living room.
- “Tomorrow, I’ll start teaching you how to handle the laundry. Then we’ll go over key points for cleaning the bedrooms, living room, and especially the kitchen. Finally, we’ll set up a schedule so you can manage chores and your teaching job properly. Do you regret your choice?”
The question, surprising as it was, prompted an immediate response:
- “Not for a second! I take no pleasure in pain or cleaning. But being with you, seeing you smile, feeling you come, hearing you breathe as you sleep—that’s infinite happiness.”
She smiled and snuggled against me.
- “Thank you,” she said in a whisper.
The evening was soft and calm. We made love with tenderness and gentleness; our climaxes were less intense but deeply felt.
To be continued
