{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"a2cd13de-8e8d-42e9-884b-98053311500d","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-09T20:10:59.439Z","title":"Training a wife","slug":"training-a-wife","shortId":"Ek86iAJK","authorNote":"In the early 1970's I discovered spanking magazines and although \"Janus\" gave me my first taste of CP I quickly moved on to Blushes and it's sister publications. I found that their stories contained more sex, which I always appreciated, but more importantly they highlighted the humiliation aspects way more which really rang my bells. Unfortunately the authors of these stories were never credited which was a great shame as I'd have definitely sought out all of their work if I could. So here's an example on one such story. I hope I won't offend the author, whoever they may be, but I've done a gentle edit on the original before adding a whole new part. Hope you enjoy it.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"An old Blushes story updated.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"916c5aa2-862a-42cd-832e-b478192bc174","title":null,"summary":"\nMy\nphilosophy of marriage is that you have to make it quite clear who is\nthe boss, and it has to be","wordCount":7655,"readTime":38,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nMy\nphilosophy of marriage is that you have to make it quite clear who is\nthe boss, and it has to be made clear to a wife what her role and\nposition is. Which is of course that she does exactly what her\nhusband wants, immediately and at all times. Her role is to serve her\nhusband and master, to minister to his needs, to do her utmost to\nensure her master’s happiness. I realise of course that this is out\nof tune with modern thinking in some quarters but then we all agree\nthat a lot of modern life has gone off the rails. This, in my\nopinion, is a major cause. Feminism, so-called equality. All that\nrubbish. \n

There\nis an old saying that a woman’s place is in the kitchen getting her\nhusband’s meal and in the bedroom serving his sexual needs. Old\nsayings are frequently full of truth and wisdom, and I am sure none\nso more than this one.

My\nown wife Sarah is a highly attractive young woman, 21 now and 19 when\nI married her. I deliberately chose a younger girl (10 years younger\nthan myself) so that I would have someone not yet set in (probably\nunfortunate) ways, plus also a girl of malleable disposition which I\nfirst made sure Sarah was. And as I say I also ensured that my choice\nwas highly attractive to give me pleasure and add to my status (the\nowner of a prized possession). She is a tallish girl with a rather\nvoluptuous figure: full and firm high breasts, their size emphasised\nby a slim waist; ripe hips and bottom; splendid long and shapely\nlegs. She has glossy dark-brown hair which I have her wear long in a\nfeminine manner; last but not least she has a beautiful oval face,\nwith big lustrous brown eyes and a full sensuous mouth. These last\ntwo features have not infrequently in the past two years been\nrespectively tear-filled and contorted as she struggles with pain.

The\ntears and the prettily anguished mouth come as a result of the\napplication of one or the other of my two main instruments of\ndiscipline: a long and whippy rattan cane and a heavy leather\ntwo-tongued tawse. I have also occasionally used a birch-twig bundle\n(a nice old-fashioned item this) cut by myself, and my leather belt.\nBut the cane was my original disciplinary instrument and it has\nserved me, and Sarah of course, very well. It dates right back to our\nhoneymoon. I had packed it in one of my suitcases and on that first\nevening in the hotel together and alone at last after all the\nexcitement of the nuptial festivities, I took it out and showed\nSarah. This was what I was going to use to discipline her. It would\nbe our constant companion, so that we would be a threesome rather\nthan a twosome. She gazed at it with unbelieving eyes. Sarah had\nnever been caned before, I had already ascertained that fact: not her\nfather or anyone else in the family; no one at all. That of course is\nnot so unusual nowadays unlike in earlier times. I had not previously\nindicated to Sarah that I intended to cane her once she was my wife —\nalthough I had made clear that I would require some obedience where\nher behaviour was concerned. This cane therefore came as a very big\nshock. I made her hold it and appreciate its texture in her hands as\nI told her that she would routinely be feeling it on her bare bottom.

I\ntook it from her and said I would start in the morning. I could have\nbegun immediately of course but there was the other thing, that is\nregarded as the prime purpose of the wedding night: sexual\nintercourse. I did not want any distraction from that. Sarah was a\nvirgin and it was going to be painful for her. The pain as I took my\npleasure and entered her for the first time. She would come to\nexperience pleasure in the act as well, when I allowed her to, but\nfor the moment, at the outset, it was naturally painful and I wanted\nit to be so. I wanted the pain to fill her mind.

That\nSarah was a virgin I knew both from her own word and from a\nconfirmatory examination I had Michael, a medical friend of mine\ncarry out. He is in his late sixties and was more than happy to\nperform an intimate inspection of my young fiancee’s physical\ncharms. I myself had deliberately refrained from penetrating Sarah\nbefore the wedding night and my friend’s examination — on his\nconsulting room table, Sarah completely naked, with her lovely legs\nspread wide, feet in those stirrups, while I watched — had\nconfirmed that there had been no other penetration; Sarah was intact.\nAnother aspect of Sarah that I had recognised from the moment we\nfirst met, was her extreme shyness. Before me she’d never been\nnaked in front of a man, other than a doctor, and her embarrassment\nwas a delight and easy to see as her face bloomed with heat whenever\nthere was any mention of her being undressed.

She\nwas aware that it was going to hurt — girls talk about these things\nof course and I confirmed to her that there was every chance of it\nhurting when a virgin is taken for the first time. Telling Sarah she\nwas going to be caned — though not that night gave her something\nelse to juggle in her swimming head. But I am sure it was the\nimmediate prospect that was mostly filling her mind, the seemingly\nimpossibly large organ that had to enter her and somehow be\naccommodated, because of course to an inexperienced girl a man’s\nerect organ can seem impossibly large. And that clearly was how it\nfelt. Impossibly large. It undoubtedly hurt a great deal. I didn’t\nspare Sarah. I took my full pleasure. And moreover I made sure it\nwasn’t quick, deliberately delaying my orgasm. Extending my\npleasure — and of course extending Sarah’s pain. She was crying\nwith it but I kept on. Long, deep strokes. This was how it had to be\nat the beginning. First this awful pain, then, when I allowed it,\nthere would be pleasure for her too.

In\nthe morning Sarah said she had hardly slept she was so sore. I\nuttered some consoling words — but also experienced a hotly renewed\narousal. Ignoring Sarah’s protests I penetrated her again. It was\nclearly just as painful, perhaps even more so, as I once more took my\nfull pleasure. No doubt at that point she felt devastated, unable to\nbelieve that sexual intercourse, which I clearly had a strong\nappetite for, could be anything but torture. When I had finished I\ngently reminded Sarah of the cane.

I\ngave her her first caning an hour later. After we had had breakfast\n(she didn’t want to eat but I made her, saying she had to keep her\nstrength up), then a stroll in the hotel grounds for some fresh air\nand then back to our room with the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door. I\nagain made Sarah take the cane in her hands to get the feel of it.\nIts hardness, its springiness. In future, I said, I would have her\nbring it to me whenever I was going to give her a caning. Canings\nwould be for what I considered shortcomings in her behaviour.\nAnything at all where I thought Sarah hadn’t done as well as she\nmight would get her a caning. And right now, on our honeymoon and\nstarting that day, I was going to cane her whether or not I was\ndispleased with her, simply to give her the experience of it.

She\nbegan crying. Sarah was of course in a highly emotional state anyway,\nwhat with the excitement of the wedding and then her agonising\ndefloration. Now this cane. I told her sharply to pull herself\ntogether. Any young wife had to be trained: in sex, in discipline, in\neverything else. If she didn’t stop the silly snivelling I would be\ndispleased and the caning would be twice as hard, twice as painful. I\ntold Sarah she looked a fright with her face all red and tear-stained\n— although in fact I found this show of her distress quite\nattractive.

\nSarah\ndid her best to comply, managing to more or less stop crying. I told\nher to take off her dress, everything off in fact, and put her shorty\nnightie on again. That was how I wanted her for the caning. There was\na low stool about 14 inches in height, which I placed in the centre\nof the room. I wanted Sarah kneeling on it with her head and arms\ndown on the carpet. A most humiliating position of course as the\ncanee’s bottom and everything else would be blatantly on show.\nSarah showed further distress when I indicated how I wanted her, a\ntouch of hysteria in fact. I brusquely pointed out that it wasn’t\nsupposed to be enjoyable, it was meant to be unpleasant, humiliating.\nThen I gave her a quick cut across her thigh and a sharp order to get\nin position. Sarah, in tears again, complied. I gave her six nice hot\nstingers. She had some trouble taking them, in fact falling off the\nstool halfway through in her desperate squirming, writhing, etc. I\nmade her get back of course, so I could complete her quota.

Afterwards\nI comforted my new wife, telling Sarah she had done well, been very\nbrave, etc — although of course she hadn’t done particularly\nwell, it had been a bit of a performance. Perhaps all one could\nexpect at the very beginning however. What I found now, as I caressed\nher curves and moved my hands over Sarah’s lovely body, together\nwith the excitement of what I had just done, was that I was becoming\naroused again. Very randy for her in fact. I told Sarah that I wanted\nintercourse again. She yelped out in a panicky way. She couldn’t,\njust couldn’t, not so soon after the last time. Dreadfully sore\netc. But I insisted naturally. A wife must always provide her body\nwhen her master requires it. That is what every young wife should be\nmade to learn, as I told Sarah, and I made her cooperate. I made her\nlie face-down over the edge of the bed. It was the first occasion I\nhad taken Sarah in that position. I took my time again. It was\nmarvellous. I was getting a real taste for Sarah’s tight pussy!

Before\nthe honeymoon was over, though, Sarah had also experienced the\nmarvellous delight that sexual intercourse can be. This was what I\nwanted as I have said, that Sarah should know the heady pleasure a\nwoman can get from it — but of course that she should only enjoy it\nwhen it suited me. After her deliberately harsh and agonising\nintroduction I now had sessions with Sarah that were the complete\nopposite. Working her up with plenty of foreplay etc, getting her\nnicely aroused, nice and hot, before I put it in her and then\nperforming with only the thought of Sarah’s pleasure and enjoyment\nin mind. She couldn’t believe it, that what was happening was the\nsame thing. At other times I took her as before, hard and without any\npreliminaries. Making sure Sarah certainly didn’t enjoy it. And of\ncourse there was always the cane.

By\nthe time the honeymoon was over therefore I had my wife’s training\nnicely started. She could experience the heady pleasure of sex, of\ncoming to orgasm, but getting this pleasure was at her lord and\nmaster’s whim. If she pleased me and it suited me I might give it\nto her but equally I might simply use her for my own pleasure alone.\nAnd in addition Sarah knew that in any situation where she didn’t\nplease me there would be the cane. Zipping into her lovely bare\nbuttocks, into the soft and tender backs of her thighs. Yes I had\nmade excellent use of our honeymoon. I had used it as it should be\nused, to get my new wife started on the right track.

As\nsoon as we got back of course, to what would be our normal life, I\nbuilt on this good start. I had to return to my business but for the\nfirst few weeks I only spent the mornings at my office, getting home\nat lunchtime so that I could personally supervise Sarah in her\nhousewifely duties. A man’s business is important but not more so\nthan his domestic arrangements. Nothing can be more important than\ngetting one’s wife properly trained.

One\nrule I established at that time was that Sarah does her housework in\njust a thin, brief top and a skimpy pair of tight-fitting knickers.\nWith Sarah’s voluptuous figure this makes a most appealing and\nindeed arousing sight. It also means that the requisite parts of her\nare ready without delay should an impromptu caning or tawsing (I\nintroduced the tawse early on) be deemed necessary. Sarah’s thighs\nare quite bare and the tight, thin knicker material containing her\nbottom will stop none of the sting of whatever instrument I decide\nupon — though I may in any case take the skimpy knickers down.\nNeedless to say Sarah hates having to do her housework dressed like\nthis. Apart from anything else it is humiliating in the extreme.

Sarah\nis made to wear her ‘housework uniform’ all the time when she is\nat home during the day and not just when I am there. Should someone\ncome to the door she is permitted to put a dressing gown on; well, I\nam well aware that Sarah is highly attractive and I don’t want an\nover-excited postman or milko jumping on my wife and giving her an\nimpromptu fuck. What she’s got is for my pleasure, not a randy\nmilk-roundsman’s. Which is not to say that it’s not mine to give\nout a sample of, if I feel so inclined\n(and\nI have, more than once in fact). Although Sarah hates wearing the\n‘housework uniform’ she wouldn’t dare not wear it in my\nabsence. There is always the chance I might make an unscheduled\nreturn home; but in any case I now have Sarah sufficiently\nwell-trained that thinking to disobey me would not enter her mind.\nThe housework uniform is worn until I get home, at about 6.30. As\nsoon as I get in Sarah brings me a pre-dinner drink which I have in\nmy favourite armchair. Sometimes I will let her join me with a drink\nas well, but at other times she will simply act as if she were a\nwaitress — indeed a very subservient waitress because I will\nrequire her to kneel at the side of my chair. Following this Sarah\nwill go up and change for the evening.

What\nshe wears of course is strictly my decision and there is a range of\npossibilities depending on my whims, what I think is suitable, etc. I\nmay for instance decide on a glamorous evening dress, cocktail or\nfull-length; alternatively I might have her in only sexy underwear: a\nblack bra and brief black knickers with nylons and a suspender belt\nand high heels; it could even be just the suspender belt and nylons\nand heels. Whatever the outfit I will usually have Sarah wearing lots\nof make-up: her full mouth bright red or glossy pink, her huge eyes\nheavily made-up and lots of blusher. So that she rather resembles a\nliving doll. I like to think of Sarah as my living doll; a doll that\nis programmed to think only of me and my pleasure.

As\nfor our evenings we may spend them at home alone, when I can work on\nsome aspect of Sarah’s training (training is something which is\nnever fully completed), or it might be that we have guests, friends\nor acquaintances, either for a meal or perhaps bridge, etc. The fact\nthat there will be guests does not mean that Sarah won’t be in,\nsay, just her underwear. I will simply explain to our guests the\nsituation if they are not already aware of it; that it is part of\nSarah’s training. If our guests are a married couple I will\ncertainly advise the husband that he should have a similar regime for\nhis wife. To demonstrate matters further I might take Sarah over my\nlap in front of them, to pull down her skimpy knickers and administer\na spanking. Or indeed give her a taste of the cane.

I\nfollow the same routine if we are going out. Thus if we are visiting\nfriends Sarah might be allowed to wear one of her lovely dresses, or\nequally it might be only her underwear under her coat (which she has\nto remove when we arrive). To keep Sarah on tenterhooks I will only\nsay at the last moment what I have decided for a particular evening.\nI may also spank or cane her at a friend’s house. All of this of\ncourse is extremely hateful to Sarah — but I tell her it is all\nexcellent training.

One\nother thing worth mentioning is that from time to time I let Sarah go\nout in the evening with a friend of mine, Gavin. He has a similar\nphilosophy regarding the place of women. He is not married at present\nbut is looking for a suitable young woman. Anyway I have told him he\nis welcome to borrow Sarah for an evening and he will occasionally\ntake her out to the theatre say, or have her round at his flat. Gavin\nis keen on the cane and strap where young women are concerned and\nwill routinely give Sarah a good going over on these evenings. It is\nalso accepted that Gavin is free to have sex with Sarah if he so\nwishes, and he always does. Having had a strict upbringing (in the\nmoral sense) Sarah hates this as much as anything else but she has to\nagree. I tell her she is doing it as a mark of her love and\nsubmission to me. I should add perhaps, in case I give the wrong\nimpression, that I don’t go hawking Sarah round in a promiscuous\nmanner. The only other man I have allowed to have Sarah is my medical\nfriend, Michael, who checked on her virginity for me before we were\nmarried.

And\nso, as they say, to bed. Sarah is very good and expert in bed now.\nShe is a naturally voluptuous girl and I have taught her how to use\nher lovely body to give me the utmost pleasure. I think she is best\nwhen I have just given her a caning, it seems to add an urgency to\nher lovemaking which is a nice bonus. I also enjoy her very much\nafter she’s been out for the evening with Gavin. A theatre visit\nperhaps but after that Gavin will have taken Sarah back to his flat\nto use the cane on her. And Sarah has also reluctantly had to have\nsex with him as well. Yes my lovely wife is especially enjoyable\nthen.

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\nA\nnew chapter...

A\nfew months after our wedding we were enjoying an evening out at a\nlocal eatery, a rather well rated Italian, when I noticed that an\nolder couple at another table seemed to be looking with undisguised\ninterest at Sarah. My curiosity was certainly piqued, and moments\nlater when the man stood up and came across the room towards us, even\nmore so. He was tall and heavily built, \"well-fed\" as the\nold adage would describe, and he and his female companion were\nprobably in their late sixties. When he said hello I noticed that\nSarah immediately stiffened in her seat. She definitely knew who this\nwas and her face was an absolute picture. I could tell by the way\nthat his eyes took in her barely concealed curves that he was a randy\nold devil! Much to my amusement her cheeks began to turn pink and\nwent even redder when I snapped at her to introduce me and stop being\nso rude. Haltingly she very quietly said,

\n\n “This\nis Mr Whittaker, m...m...my Maths teacher from school.” \n

\n\n “Brian\nWhittaker,” he said shaking my hand warmly, “I hope you don’t\nmind me disturbing you, but I haven’t seen Sarah since she was in\nthe Upper Sixth, just before she left St Marks.” He smiled when I\nassured him that we were more than happy to have a conversation, and\nit quickly transpired that Sarah had not excelled where Mathematics\nwas concerned. In fact she’d been given several detentions because\nof her poor efforts. It was wonderful to see her so obviously\nembarrassed, and as her discomfort began to stir my cock into life\nseveral very rude possibilities, where my wife’s training and her\nold teacher were concerned, sprang to mind.

\n \n

\n\n When\nI suggested that Brian and his wife might like to come back to our\nhouse for coffee, once we’d all finished eating, the look of\nabsolute horror on Sarah’s face was priceless. He eagerly accepted\nmy invitation and was even more enthusiastic when I mentioned that\nmaybe Sarah could be made to make amends, in some way, for her poor\nperformance when she’d been a pupil in his class, several years\nearlier. From his reaction I immediately recognised that he was of a\ndominant character and that the evening was going to prove very\ninteresting where my wife was concerned.

As\nwe drove away from the restaurant Sarah was in a dreadful state,\nsobbing and squirming and pleading with me to send Mr Whittaker and\nhis wife away, begging me to not invite them in etc. She was so\nnervous and so jittery that I couldn’t help myself and burst into\nlaughter saying that a naughty schoolgirl should always be punished\nif she has misbehaved. Sarah knew from past experience what I had in\nmind as I often enjoy having her attired in a rather revealing school\nuniform when I discipline her. Her humiliation at being dressed and\ntreated like a “little girl” always adds a delightful sexual\nfrisson to the proceedings.

Once\nhome I put a pot of coffee on to brew and leaving the Whittaker’s\nsitting in the lounge took Sarah upstairs. It didn’t take long to\nhave her dressed as I wanted and a few moments later a rather slutty\nlooking schoolgirl was stood in front of our guests with her hands\nfirmly planted on the top of her head. When all three of us were\ncomfortably seated Brian’s wife, Jean, surprised me when she\nsuddenly addressed Sarah with a definite edge in her voice. Again it\nwas easy to discern that she, like her husband, was of a dominant\ndisposition.

\n\n “Well\nyoung lady, does your guardian know of your disgraceful behaviour at\nschool?” Sarah’s face was redder than I’d ever seen it and\nshe\nwas visibly shaking. She was quite literally squirming on the spot\nand looked as though she wished the floor would open up and swallow\nher! And it quickly became apparent why she had been so reluctant for\nme to become acquainted\nwith her old teacher and his wife.

When\nI enquired what Sarah had been up to at school Jean was more than\nhappy to elaborate. It appeared that during her year in the lower\nsixth Sarah had been bullied by two younger boys, or at least that\nwas the story, and that both had been\nexpelled\nand then transferred to another school. Sarah had been discovered in\nan empty classroom in a state of partial undress. Her shirt had been\nunbuttoned and she’d been displaying her breasts to the two junior\nboys, one of whom it appeared, had also had his hand up her skirt. It\nhad been a minor scandal, a senior girl allowing two younger boys to\ngrope her. When I asked Sarah what she had to say for herself she\nblurted out that they’d forced her to do it, had stolen her end of\nyear project and wouldn’t give it back. Knowing Sarah as I did I\nknew she was telling the truth, but again the revelation opened up a\nnumber of wonderful possibilities where her training was concerned.\nIndeed I had to shift in my seat to make my burgeoning erection more\ncomfortable.

The\nWhittaker's were both eagerly examining my very red faced wife,\nunsurprising considering the way she was dressed. I’d put her hair\nup into two girlish bunches held in place by a pair of pink plastic\nbobbles and it was obvious that Sarah wasn’t wearing a bra. With\nher very full breasts pressing against the front of her school blouse\nher hard nipples were being embarrassingly outlined, forming two\ndistinct points in the thin cotton. The blouse itself was purposely a\nsize too small for her, the buttons down the front straining to\ncontain her generous curves. I’d had her old grey school skirt\ncarefully altered, shortened so that the whole length of her\nwonderfully smooth thighs were on show. It barely covered her at the\nfront and her bottom cheeks peeked out below the hem at the back. Her\nschool tie and a pair of flat black shoes completed the outfit. She\nlooked absolutely delightful, her full figure barely contained within\nthe ridiculous little girl school uniform. Her shame at having to\nwear it always made me hard from the very start.

“So\nit appears,” I said sternly, “that you’ve been acting like a\nlittle tart, and it’s time you were made to account for your\nsluttish behaviour.” Sarah began to sob and plead with me, to\nplease not punish her in front of our guests, much to their\namusement, but of course I’d have none of it. I’ve noticed that\nmy arousal seems to be directly proportional to the degree of shame\nand humiliation Sarah feels in any given sexual situation, and\ntonight I was more excited than I’d been since our wedding night!

\n\n “You\nknow the punishment should always fit the crime, so as you liked\nshowing yourself off to your school friends so much I see no reason\nwhy you shouldn’t do the same now. Let’s have that blouse\nunbuttoned and then you can show us those big tits of yours that you\nseem so proud of.” \n

Sarah’s\npleading made all three of us laugh and Brian\nand Jean were obviously enjoying my wife’s distress as much as I\nwas. Her reluctance was plain for us all to see but I was pleased\nthat she did obey my instruction, albeit slowly.

The\nheat in Sarah’s face had begun to travel down her neck as it too\nwas beginning to colour up. I could only imagine how ashamed she must\nbe feeling as she stood there displaying her breasts with their thorn\nlike tips to her old History teacher and his wife. Fat tears were\nalready rolling down her very red face before I gave her her next\ninstruction. This time she complied without any significant pause.\nHer training and submissive demeanour were coming to the fore and she\nknew that disobeying me would only make things worse for herself. The\ntiny knickers slid down her legs and she crouched slightly to pick\nthem up, ensuring that she kept her knees pressed tightly together,\nno doubt hoping that her private parts wouldn’t be exposed. The\nfutility of her action made me smile because she surely knew that in\na moment I’d be making her display every secret detail of her\nnudity to our smiling guests.

Once standing to attention again I ordered her to lift her skirt up, right\nup to her waist in fact, and we took our time looking at the bulge of\nher perfectly smooth and hairless pussy. I keep her that way at all\ntimes because the intimate exposure of her private folds obviously\nintensifies her embarrassment enormously.\nAdding\nto her humiliation is her awareness that the edges of her labia peek\nout from her central slit, it’s a detail that I always mention in\nthese situations. I think her training has definitely made her\nclitoris more pronounced as we could all clearly see that as well,\nand when I asked her why her vaginal lips looked as though they were\nwet and glistening she sobbed and trembled and blushed even more.\nHaving\nher turn around and hold the back of the skirt up revealed a\nsimilarly agreeable view,\nwhich\nI could tell was much appreciated by Brian and Jean, especially when\nI told them that Sarah’s curvy bottom cheeks were especially\nsensitive to the cane. To add more misery to her already shameful\nstate I had her lean forwards then reach back and pull her rear\ncurves wide apart so that we could examine her tiny pink bottom hole.\nMuch to our amusement it clenched nervously as we watched. The\nobscene posture also ensured that her pussy bulged out towards us\nfrom between the tops of her thighs. When Jean asked her why she was\nacting like a little slut the only response from Sarah was an\nincrease in the volume of her sobbing.

I\nshould mention that Sarah’s training has involved her learning how\nto use her mouth to satisfy me but it certainly hasn’t been an easy\nroad for her. At first she complained that it was a disgusting thing\nto do but a few sessions with the cane convinced\nher to change her attitude. And now she can take an erect male member\ninto her throat. Of course she gags and splutters and cries sometimes\nbut otherwise she’s become really skilful. I regularly spend half\nan hour or so availing myself of those skills, often when I first get\nhome from work, it sets the scene for many a pleasant evening. In the\nbeginning I would sit and watch a TV programme, or read a book whilst\nshe sucked and licked and nibbled on my hardness for extended periods\nof time. With her training however it now takes only minutes before\nshe has me almost ready to explode. In fact I often have to tell her\nto pause,\nwhilst\nI regain some degree of self-control, if I don’t want to finish too\nsoon. She’s learnt to use her tongue to stimulate my swollen glans\nvery effectively indeed and I’m proud of the fact that my wife has\nnow become such an accomplished cock sucker.

At\nfirst she found that the swallowing of my ejaculate, which I\nobviously insisted upon, proved particularly troublesome for her, but\nagain the cane quickly overcame her reluctance. I know that Gavin has\nregularly availed himself of Sarah’s oral skills. Whenever she’s\nspent an evening with him I’ve insisted that she describe exactly\nwhat she’s been made to do, but up until now I’ve never actually\nwatched her performing fellatio on another man. The thought of making\nher satisfy her old teacher in this way was just one of the numerous\npossibilities that were beginning to crowd together inside my head.\nShe’d be absolutely mortified, deliciously so, especially having to\ndo it in front of an audience!

When\nI suggested that Sarah would benefit from an initial “warm up”\nspanking, before she was caned, and that maybe Brian and his wife\nwould like to carry this out, they were both more than happy to\nagree. Sarah cringed and began sobbing pitifully when I told her to\nstrip completely and to stop pretending to be modest, because it was\na bit late for that now, especially since she’d been showing\nherself off to young boys!

Once\ncompletely naked and with her hands back on the top of her head I had\nher stand in front of our guests and display herself both front and\nback. She looked wonderful and her quiet sobbing, as the humiliation\nof what was happening flowed over her, made my erection throb.

She\nwhimpered when Brian pulled her down across his lap. I curtly told\nher to\nclasp her hands together behind her back which she quickly did. I\nalways have her do this as it prevents her avoiding her punishment\nand also allows me to introduce the threat of more severe treatment\nif she doesn’t keep them there. I noticed that she was trying\ndesperately to keep her thighs pressed together but Brian began to\nspank her quite hard and to her shame she couldn’t stop her legs\nflailing apart once her bottom cheeks had started to heat up. No\ndoubt the thought of her old teacher being treated to a close up view\nof her slit and anal opening was horrifying but she couldn't help\ngiving him exactly that! It was taking all of her remaining will\npower to keep her hands clasped together and I could see that her\nfingers were continuously clenching and opening. In fact she rolled\nand jerked about so much that Brian finally reached around and held\nher in place with one of her breasts. It made a perfect hand hold for\nhim. I didn’t mind at all and in fact when he glanced up\nquestioningly I simply nodded that he should carry on. Unsurprisingly\nhe took the opportunity to squeeze both of Sarah’s helpless globes\nhard, and even pinched and held her in place by an engorged nipple\nfrom time to time. She cried and snivelled and pleaded for him to\nstop but of course he didn’t. He was enjoying himself far too much!

By\nthe time she was allowed to stand up Sarah’s bottom was a deep red.\nBrian had covered almost every inch of her now hot cheeks with hard\nsmacks. She couldn’t keep still, rolling her hips and moaning\nsoftly as the stinging permeated her soft curves. And her face was as\nred as her bottom! The humiliation she was already feeling was no\ndoubt excruciating, but I intended to take things much further before\nwe were finished with her!

Our\nalready unhappy schoolgirl began to sob quite dramatically when she\nnext found herself across the lap of her teacher’s wife. Jean was\nobviously\nused to punishing young women as she spent a few moments unhurriedly\narranging Sarah into the position that she wanted. Basically my naked\nwife's legs were spread apart with her pussy pressing down onto one\nof her tormentors knees. It meant that the, so far, untouched inner\ncurves of her bottom and thighs were now exposed. I caught Brian's\neye and he looked at me and smiled knowingly.

\n \"Hands\ngirl,\" Jean snapped, and I was pleased to see that Sarah\nobediently clasped them together in the small of her back, as she's\nbeen trained to do. \n

Grasping\nSarah's wrists in one hand Jean slid her other into the space between\nmy wife's open thighs. Our schoolgirl jerked and moaned and started\nto beg for her older Mistress to stop but to my growing excitement\nJean did the complete opposite. Ignoring Sarah's wriggling and\nwrithing she calmly slid a fingertip back and forth along the sticky\nslit, parting the now slippery lips and revealing how wet the inner\nsurfaces had become.

\n \"Good\ngrief! You’re dripping like a tap you dirty girl!” Sarah was\nmoaning loudly now and when the fingers suddenly penetrated her tight\nhole she squealed and clenched her red bottom cheeks spasmodically. \n

\n “Did\nyou like those boys putting their fingers in here, mmmmm?” asked\nour smiling guest as she continued to slowly penetrate my squirming\nwife, examining and testing not only the delicate internal membranes\nbut also the now erect clitoral knob. Sarah’s gasps and gurgles\nincreased in volume until I was sure she was about to come...but then\nshe suddenly screamed. \n

For\na slim woman I was surprised at the amount of venom that Jean managed\nto inject into each and every impact. Sarah was beside herself now.\nHer bottom had taken on a life of it’s own, bucking and squirming\nand clenching in an incredibly rude display. I couldn't help smiling\nat Brian again as we both watched his wife spank the wobbling red\ncheeks with sadistic glee. And then Sarah's sobbing and pleading took\non an even greater urgency and I realised that her tormentor had\nstarted to direct the vicious smacks onto the soft inner surfaces of\nthe writhing\nbottom and the backs of the sensitive thighs. It must have stung\nhorribly if Sarah's reactions were anything to go by. Finally she lay\nover her tormentor’s lap sobbing brokenly with her now swollen\npussy, shiny with her own secretions, wantonly displayed beneath her\nbeautifully reddened buttocks. Tiny shivers and tremblings were\nrunning across each\nstinging surface and my erection was now so hard that I could hardly\nbreathe!

When\nSarah was once again stood shamefully exposed with her hands on her\nhead I told her to be polite and thank our guests for disciplining\nher, which she tearfully did, and then I sent her to go and make some\nfresh coffee. With her breasts bobbing and her bright red bottom\nrolling seductively we watched her self-consciously scamper across\nthe room and slip out through the lounge door.

It\nwas proving to be a most enjoyable evening. From the front of his\ntrousers I could see that Brian was erect but surprisingly he didn’t\nshow any signs of embarrassment at me noticing his excited state.\nBoth he and Jean were now flushed and relishing\nSarah’s humiliation as much as I was. So I had no doubt that they'd\nagree to my decidedly lewd suggestion that we should introduce a more\nintensely shameful sexual element into the remainder of Sarah's\npunishment.\nAnd I was correct as they both immediately nodded before we\nenthusiastically discussed the effectiveness of humiliation as a tool\nin the training of young women. To my surprise I also learnt that\nJean, quite literally, took in hand disobedient young men when she\nwas asked to.

But\nthe greatest surprise of the evening was her next suggestion, that\nSarah should be made to satisfy Brian with her mouth. Apparently she\nfelt it would be an appropriate, and entertaining way for Sarah to\nexpress her thanks for their participation in her punishment! Having\nmy young wife suck on her old teacher’s cock and no doubt swallow\nhis come in front of not only me, but Jean too, would certainly add\nyet another level of shameful intensity to Sarah’s already hugely\nhumiliating evening. They both laughed at the look of disbelief that\nmust have flashed across my face but I didn’t need asking twice!\nThis was an opportunity that was far too good to miss.

When\nthe three of us were sipping our coffee I\nordered Sarah to place our leather foot stool, it’s a large heavy\nantique piece, directly in front of the settee where our smiling\nguests were seated. She was obviously finding being naked in front of\nthem incredibly embarrassing, which was only serving to arouse me\neven more. Once kneeling with her red and very hot bottom nicely\nrounded and presented for what was about to happen she began to\nsob...but on seeing the cane she immediately started making a\nterrible fuss, begging me to not punish her! She’d be good, she’d\ndo as she was told, she’d do anything I wanted etc. This particular\ncane is the thinnest and most flexible I have, and causes Sarah the\nmost intense pain. I only use it rarely because she can't really cope\nwith it's ferocious bite. However when I do choose to employ it my\nwife is always completely compliant afterwards, and to any suggestion\nI might make, no matter how outrageous or obscene! I couldn’t help\nsmiling as her almost frantic pleading continued.

I\nwas going to give her some real stingers, I’d already decided on\nthis course of action and my erection was throbbing delightfully\nas I lined up for the first stroke.

\n\n “You\nwill look directly at Mr Whittaker young lady, don’t you dare look\naway and after each stroke you will apologise for your poor efforts\nin his class. Do I make myself clear?” My gorgeous naked wife was\nin hell, I knew she was absolutely mortified at what was happening to\nher but she knew that she had to obey or things would certainly get\nworse.

\n\n “Yes\nSir,” she said, swallowing hard between sobs. I looked at Brian and\nhe nodded, indicating that she was looking at him as she’d been\ntold. I could tell from his huge smile that he was appreciating the\nview of Sarah’s full breasts with their very stiff nipples as they\nwobbled and swayed beneath her. \n

The\ncane made a quiet whistle as it cut through the air. I saw Sarah\ntense and then she screamed and jerked forwards as her bottom took on\na life of it’s own, writhing and clenching and rolling wildly from\nside to side as she did her best to contain the sting. As I watched a\ndeeper red, no doubt excruciatingly painful stripe gradually appeared\nacross the full width of both of her already burning buttocks. She\njust managed to choke out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sir!” before\nI whipped the cane in again. At each impact she squealed and squirmed\nand almost collapsed but I was pleased to see that her training\nappeared to have been effective, because after each agonising stroke\nshe immediately struggled back into position and readied herself for\nthe next.

I\ngave her a dozen in total and by the time she’d endured all of them\nshe was a mess, blubbering and sobbing uncontrollably. I had her turn\naround on the stool, kneeling with her hands on the floor and her\nhead down and her bottom pushed up into the air. It was a completely\nobscene position and one that allowed us to view not only her wounded\nrear end but also her now shamefully swollen private parts. The\nintense humiliation Sarah must have been experiencing wasn’t lost\non me. I was finding the whole episode deliciously arousing. My cock\nwas almost painfully hard and tenting the front of my trousers. I\nnoticed Jean looking at it but felt no embarrassment at her curious\nscrutiny. Sarah couldn’t hold her striped bottom still, it was\nweaving and rolling rudely all over the place. Each of the stinging\nlines that now criss-crossed her writhing cheeks were gradually\ntaking on a darker hue and as we watched they grew into raised\nridges. Sarah glanced back over her shoulder and gave me the most\nbeseeching of looks but sobbed piteously when I just smiled and sat\nback down next to our happy guests.

The\nthree of us sipped our coffees for several minutes as we examined\nSarah’s secret places and the damage inflicted on her wonderfully\ncurved bottom.

\n\n “Do\nyou think she ever sucked those boys at school?” Jean said,\ngrinning at me.

\n\n “You\nknow, let them put their hard cocks in her mouth.” Sarah\nimmediately began shaking her head and sobbing and blurting out that\nshe hadn’t, oh please she hadn’t, she never would etc.

\n\n “Be\nquiet girl,” Brian snapped.

\n\n “Well,”\nI said grinning back at the pair of them, “from what you’ve told\nme it’s certainly a possibility. Who knows what she let them do.”\nSarah’s sobbing got louder as we continued.

\n\n “You\nknow it’s given me an idea. Maybe an effective way for the little\ntart to make amends for her sluttish behaviour, if you’re happy to\nagree Jean, is to give us a demonstration of her oral skills. Maybe\nsucking her teacher’s cock will make her think twice about behaving\nlike a common trollop in the future!”

Sarah’s\npleading and begging and the flood of tears she was producing only\nseemed to be making my erection harder. The whole situation was so\nwonderfully arousing that I could hardly contain myself. My wife was\ncertainly in for a lengthy session once our guests had departed!\nWatching Sarah kneeling naked between her old teacher’s knees as he\nundid his trousers and sat back on the couch was almost surreal. The\nlook of utter disbelief on her crimson face was something that I\nwouldn’t quickly forget!

Unsurprisingly\nBrian’s erection was in proportion to the rest of his body. It was\nan impressive sight and certainly the biggest Sarah had ever seen.\nShe looked at me imploringly, hoping no doubt that I was about to\nrelent and rescue her from her awful situation but I was far too\nexcited.

\n\n “Hands\nbehind your back girl!” I snapped. In her eyes I could see the\nshame and embarrassment but I could also recognise that she was\naroused. Everything that was happening together with the training I’d\nsubjected her too since we’d been married was causing an\ninvoluntary sexual reaction that she had no control over whatsoever.

Jean\nsat down on the stool next to my naked wife and began to softly\ncajole and tease her. What a dirty girl she was, did she like licking\nboys when they were hard, having her private places touched, showing\nher little girl pussy to her classmates, putting a big cock in her\nmouth etc etc Sarah didn’t say anything just stared at the thick\nshaft and it’s swollen head with a look of disbelief on her very\nred face.

\n\n “Well\nwhat is it you want to ask Mr Whittaker,\nand don’t forget to add why, well go on.” At my words Sarah\nswallowed hard, a look of desperation in her big doe eyes.

\n\n “Sir\nI’m sorry for not trying my best in class.” She said it quietly. \n

\n\n “Please\nmay I...may I suck you to show how sorry I am.” Brian chuckled and\nsaid of course you may!

And\nthen with a little urging from the older woman sitting next to her\nSarah leant forwards and started to lick the angry plum coloured end,\nencircling it with her tongue and lapping up the shiny drops that\nwere oozing from the hole at it’s centre. Within a few moments\nshe’d taken the entire knob into her mouth and had started to work\nher head backwards and forwards, no doubt sucking and lathering the\nfirm glans as she’d been taught. It was a wonderful sight watching\nSarah’s head bobbing as she slid as much of the solid shaft into\nher throat as she could. She gagged and spluttered from time to time\nbut to her credit maintained her oral technique, urging her teacher\nsteadily towards his release. Her skilful ministrations soon began to\nhave the desired effect as Brian’s posture started to literally\nstiffen. Jean’s commentary gradually became more obscene as she\nurged the helpless schoolgirl to suck her teacher, to make her\nteacher come and she’d better swallow it all if she knew what was\ngood for her etc. I noticed Sarah suddenly begin to writhe her hips\nand moan and pant around the hard cock filling her mouth and realised\nthat Jean had slid her hand down beneath the burning bottom and was\npenetrating Sarah’s swollen pussy, pushing her fingers up inside\nthe slippery hole.

Jean\nand I smiled at each other as we watched her husband gripping Sarah’s\npony tails and pulling her onto his cock as his excitement grew,\npushing himself deeper and deeper into her throat. Unsurprisingly she\nstarted to choke and splutter as he grew thicker, but at the same\ntime her own groaning took on a greater urgency. Suddenly Brian threw\nhis head back and grunted, jerking his hips frantically as he came in\nher mouth. We could see her swallowing as she desperately tried to\nkeep the engorged cock in her mouth as her own arousal peaked. Her\nhips shuddered, her bottom rolling and weaving and a high pitched\nkeening filling the room as her own orgasm flooded through\nher. Jean had obviously timed her stimulation of Sarah’s labial\nfolds and her swollen bud to perfection, forcing her to come at the\nsame moment that she received the spurts from the throbbing cock in\nher mouth.

\n\n “Good\ngirl,” said Jean as her husband leant back with a huge smile on his\nface. Sarah let the now softening penis slip from her mouth, licking\nthe remnants of her teacher’s creamy white ejaculate from her lips\nas she rested on her heels gasping and moaning softly. The look of\nutter shame on her bright red face was absolutely delightful and made\nmy own stiffness pulse with eager anticipation. \n

As\nour new friends were putting on their coats we discussed Sarah’s\nperformance during the evening. They thanked me profusely and were\nvery enthusiastic when I mentioned the possibility\nof them helping with her future training. We all agreed that the\ntraining of a young wife is something that is never fully completed,\nthere will always be more for her to learn. With much good humour we\nregarded Sarah as she stood completely naked in the middle of the\nroom with her hands on her head, all of us appreciating her exposed\ncharms. As we talked and laughed her face flared with heat and she\nlooked mortified as we suggested various methods that could be used\nto aid in her training. A regular full and thorough physical\nexamination might be a good starting point, to see how responsive\nSarah was to various stimuli, painful and otherwise etc.\nUnsurprisingly Brian and Jean were more than happy when I said that\nSarah would certainly benefit from their involvement. We couldn’t\nhelp laughing at the horrified look she gave us when I inferred that\nmaybe a weekly physical examination could take place in their home,\nif they were agreeable!

After\nthey’d left I sat in my favourite armchair and sipped a glass of\nsherry looking with undisguised lust at my beautiful wife. She was\nkneeling in front of me with her head down on the carpet and her red\nstriped bottom jutting up in the air. It really gave me a lovely view\nof not only her tiny bottom hole but also of her now swollen sex with\nit’s obviously very wet lips. In a moment I was going to indulge\nmyself to the full. Yes the training of a young wife should be taken\nvery seriously indeed. It’s something that I cannot recommend\nhighly enough to any gentleman who might be considering matrimony in\nhis future. And I’d certainly have to say that the results are well\nworth all the effort involved...

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