Sent for a Spanking Pt. 02 by DorsetP

Sent for a Spanking Pt. 02 by DorsetP

Explore the thrilling continuation of the erotic tale in "Sent for a Spanking Pt. 02." Dive into a steamy adult sex story filled with passion, punishment, and pleasure. Indulge your desires and fantasies with this seductive read.<br/>
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 aprofessional 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.