I daydreamed on the drive home from work, thinking about
Rich’s comments. It never occurred to me that Monique wanting to see me with a
man was a power thing. I thought it was humiliation. I drove right past the
liquor store. Monique told me to pick up a bottle of Scotch whiskey for her to
give a coworker as a retirement gift. We were attending a party for him at a
bar downtown. I was so wrapped up in thought that I drove right by the store. Monique
was fixing a salad when I walked in from the garage.
“Where is the bottle of Scotch?”
“Oh, shoot. I was so wrapped up, that I completely forgot
about it.” Her expression darkened into one I’d never seen.
“You forgot to pick up my suit from the cleaners on
Saturday. I think you need a reminder to focus on your responsibilities.”
“I’m sorry, Monique. I’ll run back out and get it.”
“You’re right you will; but not before I punish you.” I
stared at her, stunned at the way she was talking to me. “Come with me.” She
marched up the stairs to the spare bedroom. I followed her, feeling a mixture
of regret for disappointing her, and fear. I’d never seen Monique angry. It was
a side I didn’t know existed. “Undress,” she said standing beside a red leather
hassock with her arms crossed over her chest. She’d changed into black slacks
and a white blouse after work, to join her coworkers for drinks at seven.
I felt clumsy undressing in the room and fumbled with the
buttons on my shirt. “You’re not helping your case, Jason,” she snapped. I felt
naked all of a sudden, even though I’d stopped wearing clothes at home almost
two months before. “Kneel down and bend over the hassock.”
“What are you doing, Monique?” I heard her slide my belt out
of my slacks.
“I’m disciplining you so you’ll focus.” She brought the
doubled-up belt down hard across my buttocks. I cried out, more out of surprise
than pain. The second blow hurt more than the first.
“Please, Monique.” SLAP. “Please stop.” SLAP “I’ll
concentrate, I’ll do better.” SLAP, SLAP. She moved, to get my left buttock.
SLAP. It hurt. I felt my penis begin to twitch and stiffen. It swelled, but was
checked by its steel prison. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. She hit me a dozen times, hard.
I was bracing for more when she dropped my belt.
“Get dressed and go the store. I’m leaving in forty-five
minutes. You’re staying home as part of your punishment.” I listened to her
heels on the oak staircase as I rubbed my stinging buttocks. I dressed quickly
and bolted out the door without saying goodbye. I got back with ten minutes to
spare, set the bottle and a gift bag I’d picked up on the table, and found
Monique at her makeup table. I stood at the door.
“I apologize for letting you down today.” I kind of choked
up. She stared at the mirror. “I’m sorry. I won’t let you down again.” She rose
from her chair and walked past me without saying anything. I was going to
follow her downstairs and apologize some more, but thought better of it. I
undressed and went downstairs after I heard the garage door close.
*****
I felt perfectly natural being naked and kneeling at her feet, wearing
only a stainless steel chastity device. Being surrounded by a half-dozen
female strangers somehow didn’t bother me. Submitting to a strong,
beautiful woman just felt right. She had become my anchor. She brought
order into my life, when it was careening out of control. Monique’s
friends seemed totally nonplussed. Perhaps they were in female led
marriages too, and were used to being waited on by nude, chaste men, and
demanded and expected total obedience and submission from their
partners. A 16,000-word novella about female-led-marriage and male
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