Sharie watched as Rand finished washing the dishes after their take-out Chinese food supper. He had just delivered a glass of wine to her, which she required him to do after dinner at home, and waited as she gave him silent approval of the vintage he had chosen. Sharie felt wickedly mischievous as she relaxed while watching her television show. She looked over at Rand and decided to give him some simple orders. She called out to him with a light and playful voice as she decided to trap him. She smiled and actually held back audible laughter knowing how easy it would be. She waited until he had three dishes in his hands, simultaneously trying to get done quicker to please her but not being careful.

“Who is your Mistress, dear?”

Suddenly hearing Sharie’s voice almost caused him to drop a plate but he managed to corral everything. While holding all these wet items in his hand he tried to answer her, not wanting to keep her waiting.

“You are my love, always.”

“Don’t you think you should address me properly then?”

There was silence. Rand knew he had committed a big error. Her easy-going voice had betrayed her always commanding presence. Since he was hurrying to get his chore finished so as not to keep his loving wife waiting, he forgot to address her in the manner she always demanded. 

Sharie was not only his wife, but his Mistress who held sway over everything in his life. He knew she demanded immediate attention to her and always sought to please her in the way she wished. He craved the punishment he received from her as much as the urge to please her by completing tasks and pleasuring her sexually with his tongue and body.  She was his Mistress and he was her slave. This was how it was while they were alone together at home. In his rush to be with her, he had inadvertently broken the simplest rule. He forgot to address her as “Mistress,” or the alternate “Ma’am,” which she generously allowed.

“Mistress, I am sorry. Mistress, I was just finishing and did not think before I spoke.”

“No, you did not. Pull your pants down and shuffle over to me. Don’t remove them however.”

He immediately shuffled out of the kitchen. Sharie loved watching him struggle as he awkwardly made his way to her. She had trouble suppressing a laugh as he reached her. She knew she had to scold him but was so amused by his dilemma that she found it difficult. However, being a well appointed Mistress, she gathered herself together and sternly looked at him, all traces of amusement gone.

“I see a large erection, slave." (She never called him by his name when they were deep in the throes of humiliation). "Are you aroused?”

“I am sorry, Mistress. Yes, I believe I am although I have no control over it.”

“Look at that. It is tenting out of your briefs in an accusatorial manner. Do you feel I am too strict with you? Do you feel that demanding you to show respect to me is too much?”

She punctuated that with a hard slap of his penis. It struggled to bob up and down encased in its cotton confinement. Rand grunted in surprise but managed to shake his head negatively.

“No, Ma’am,” he whispered contritely.

She smacked his penis in an up and down motion six more times, loving how it obscenely stabbed the air all on her whim. She was controlling his manhood as one would manipulate a yo-yo. She smiled diabolically, calculating the reaction she would produce next.

Handling his penis delicately between the thumb and index finger of her left hand, she pulled up, separating it from his ball sac as it tried to cling to his stiff member to no avail until she made sure it was all alone. She easily handled him before sliding her hand down, clutching the base until she made sure it pointed straight at the ceiling, almost stimulating him to orgasm with just one of her magical strokes. Using the index finger of her dominant right hand, she reared back and flicked the very tip of his cock, finding the most sensitive spot causing tremendous pain.

To Sharie’s amusement, Rand grabbed himself and began doing the penis dance. Although she enjoyed it, she knew she should not let it last long. She told him to stop and stand still. Even with all his body was going through, he miraculously did just that even managing to answer her politely.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Sharie could not help herself thinking about how amazing it was that her voice got him to stop immediately. A feat that would not escape her when she deemed it time to give him rewards. She truly was in control of his life, something they both craved even when moments like this arrived when she felt overwhelmed by her responsibility to keep his life orderly by obeying her. For his incredible self-control, she wanted to praise him and soothe his battered penis immediately but owed it to Rand to remain his stern Mistress for time being and make him wait for his rewards.

Knowing she was off balance, she knew she had to do something to regain her Mistress mode. She had to show him (and mainly herself) who was still in charge. She reached out and slapped his face. Fearing he would protest or even politely ask why he was slapped, she was relieved to find that he greeted her with total silence and acceptance. She was back and would not allow his devotion to her to get in her way.

“Good."

She held out her hand which he quickly kissed ceremoniously. She allowed her index finger to slip into his mouth which he sucked on as a pacifier until she felt he was calm.

"Now, remove your briefs for me and place them just to the side of my left foot.”

Rand felt relaxed now. He figured the worst was over. Remembering what she said earlier, he hoped she would stroke his penis, making him feel better. He further allowed his mind to dream about her handling his balls, maybe even letting him explode.

“I have made sure you look ridiculous standing before me in your stockinged feet and third leg. Do you what will happen next?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Is your hope that I fondle your penis and balls? You are wrong of course."

Sharie sensed Rand's disappointment and decided to boost his spirits.

"At least, not at first."

Rand's smile told Sharie all that she needed to know.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Remember that I love you.”

“I always do, Mistress.”

“Wonderful. Now, I will judge you on how well you listen to my instructions.”

She told Rand to spread his legs wide. Immediately, he knew what was coming and dreaded it. Nevertheless, her command was instantly followed. She placed her hand over his genitals and gave him a stroke. She was being cruel, allowing pleasure to seep into him when they both knew it was pain that would be coming instead. She lowered her hand and let it rest on his upper leg muscle. Deliberately, she held it there for a full ten seconds until it was just the right time. Her hand flew up and landed directly on his ball sac. Rand screamed out while sinking to the floor. He grabbed his ball sac and rolled around on the floor. He did not want to do it too much for fear of displeasing Sharie. Even in this moment, he thought not of himself but of the woman who was his life.

“I admire your obedience.”

“Mistress?”

He began to elaborate but stopped. He sat up.  He had to catch his breath. Sharie floated in back of him.

“Mistress, I love you.”

“Even now?”

“Especially now.  You have once again proven you are in control of my life. I feel safe and secure in your presence.”

Sharie began stroking his head. She gently helped him back to a standing position, her six foot one inch frame looking slightly down upon him. She wiped his face, gingerly removing any moisture that may have developed, and kissed Rand lightly on the forehead. She then cupped her hands around his face and looked at the man who she knew was her soul mate and who trusted her wholly. She stared into his eyes and kissed him roughly and passionately. He was her slave but it was much more than that. She needed him to be there for her whenever she wanted. She needed him to accede to her whims and commands just as much as he needed her to be his every thought, his every breath, his everything.

After a good two minutes, he looked at her in a way which told her he was ready. Sharie and Rand had a silent way of communicating that few couples could ever achieve. They were joined at the hip. Communicating once again without words, she pointed to the floor and turned around. At once, Rand sank to his knees and began kissing her lovely ass. This was a command he relished and wished were long. However, on this day, it was not to be. Just as he sank his lips into her juicy globes and skidded down below just above her thighs to her sit spots which he loved to lick and kiss (ironically, the same spots which she enjoyed spanking the most on his rear), she snapped her fingers. This was the silent order to stop. He did so immediately and scrambled back up, staring at her. Sharie thought about their devotion to each other and how others were not as fortunate. She then smiled and looked at Rand. She knew it was time.

 “Remove your socks and expose your bare feet. Also, take off your shirt and remove your pants from your ankles. However, put your briefs back on. I wish to observe you sticking far out in front in a delicious manner while your last shred of clothing tries in vain to hide your excitement.”

Rand stood with his hands at his side. Just as Sharie predicted, his briefs were tenting out obscenely. Sharie smiled and ordered Rand to face the wall away from the TV. After a few minutes, Rand could hear her stirring about. He did not know what she was doing until finally, Sharie approached his back and wrapped her arms around him pressing her entire body around him. Rand could feel her hot breath against his ear as she seductively nibbled. He felt her breast and bare thighs against his back. Yes, she was naked. Her glorious body was nude to his barely clothed skin. Only the skimpy briefs prevented him from feeling the freedom she now flaunted. Of course, being the Mistress, she used it to be cruel. Knowing all he wanted now was to look at her nude form, she forbade him. He was not to even take a peek or else face dire consequences. She knew the exquisite torture she was imparting on him and loved it. She could not contain her glee and smacked his cloth covered ass.

“Would you like to see me now?”

“Yes, Mistress!!”

"Yes?"

"Yes, Mistress! Please?"

“Why, exactly?”

“Because I always love to see you, Mistress.”

“That is not the answer I am looking for. Remain standing and with your hand, reach back and smack your brief covered rear end ten times on each cheek. Make sure it is hard or you will face consequences.”

Rand reached back and smacked his bottom twenty times, each smack getting lighter and lighter because of the awkward position Sharie had put him in.

“Is that hard enough, slave? Do you think that would please me?”

“No, Mistress. I am not as good a spanker as you and this was an awkward position. I will try harder. Shall I do it again?”

“Your answers are honest and beautiful. No, my love. Drop your underwear.”

Dutifully, Rand dropped his briefs and stood ramrod straight with his hands by his side staring at the wall.

"Look down near your right foot and tell me what you see.”

“Your brush, Ma’am.” 

“Bend over and pick it up."

As he did, Sharie smacked his ass playfully.

"Hand it to me but don't turn around!"

Rand cringed as he did so. After she took the brush from him, he was left staring at the worn carpet. Sharie did nothing for a few minutes, giving him time to think about what was to happen. He knew he would be spanked and was even looking forward to it before but Sharie had surprised him by introducing the brush. His hope that he could feel her lovely hand thrashing him was gone. He felt it bonded them together tighter and would miss that.

Sharie sidled up behind him and rubbed his ass with her hand. Her touch upon him in any circumstance always drove him wild and made him follow her every word even faster. She allowed her hand to drop below his ass as she fondled his balls. She stroked his penis gently as it sprang to attention. Sharie knew Rand could never hide his excitement and smiled, giving her boy a little stimulation first. Even though he knew logically what was coming next, her touch was so magical it made him forget his impending doom. As she rubbed him, she emitted soothing sounds which drove him to ecstasy. Rand was in Paradise. This continued even after she began stroking his ass and gently tapping it with her plastic brush instead of her hand. Soon however, Eden was over as she tore into him with her brush.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“I only gave you twelve instead of twenty since originally you were to give yourself twenty hand spanks. I spanked you harder and I used a brush so twelve was sufficient.”

“Thank you, Mistress. You are kind.”

“Am I? I see that while you remained bending over you were swaying and trying to get more air to blow on your stinging ass. I bet you would love to rub it, would you?”

“Yes, Mistress. May I?”

“No.”

Sharie saw the disappointment in his face and decided to take it one step further. More to the point she gazed at his lovely marked ass. She liked the way the brush had left him almost totally red but wanted to give him more even though she told him he had enough.  She had strong feelings today. That she felt horny was already established. Now, after spanking him as hard as she could and pre-setting the limits, she found she needed to give him more before she felt satisfied. She simply could not get enough today!

Sharie took both her hands and rubbed his ass up and down on both cheeks. She took hold of his left hand and held it in hers, resting it just on the side of his ass as she let go and stepped back. With his hand so close to his burning ass, Rand could not resist the temptation. He began vigorously rubbing his ass until Sharie stopped him. 

She reached between his legs and gave him a light, but firm smack on the balls. Just as he was reacting to this sudden invasion, she delivered another blow to his ass with the brush she was still holding.

“Get ready, the rest of your twenty strikes will now be delivered for your impertinent action.” 

“No. Mistress, I’m sorry for rubbing but my hand was so close...”

THWACK! "OWWW!” 

"Are you talking back?"

"No, M..."

THWACK! "OWWW!” 

"I mean, yes, Mistress but I was just explaining..."

THWACK! "OWWW!” 

This time Rand realized he should say nothing. Satisfied, Sharie massaged him with her left hand while holding her spanking hand high above his prone figure, waiting to start his official spanking

The first one caught him off balance before he steeled himself for the remaining seven blows. 

THWACK! "OWWW!"

Without warning, Sharie rained all her blows upon him so fast he barely had time to react to each one.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

Upon the last blow she allowed him to collapse to the floor with tears streaming down his face as he let out his pent up pain.

“OWWW! OWWW! OWWW!”

Instinctively his hands went to his shattered behind but stopped before touching skin. Sharie noticed this and admired his self-control once again. She felt her undergarments getting damp and loved it. She made a mental note that her punishments of him, while fun and arousing for them both, truly were an effective way to correct his errant behavior. She helped him up to a standing position, still facing away from her. 

“You know, I never allow you to rub after a spanking. Not for any reason. I suppose learning the rules will never end for you.”

“I am sure I will need constant reprimands, Mistress. I am sorry that you have to work so hard to correct me.”

Sharie smiled and was happy. Instead of slapping Rand’s face as he deserved, she slid her power hand over his mouth and let him kiss it. She pressed her body tightly against his. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her pressed her large breast against his back as she prostrated herself upon him, her hands holding him by the hips as she slid up and down amid moans of pure pleasure as he felt but still could not see his wife’s sexy body. Sharie remained in full control once again, knowing the sight of her nude body was all he would think about as she proceeded to drive him out of his mind. 

Knowing that Rand adored her entire body but especially her ass, she continued teasing him unmercifully by turning and rubbing her ass against his. As his moans grew louder and louder, it was obvious her plan was working perfectly. She noticed his right hand trying to reach back toward her. He could never resist stroking her rear as she took his hand and gently returned it to his side. Happily giving her another reason to spank him in the future, she stepped away from him, giving his tender ass five fast smacks on each side which Rand did not feel at all, as he only thought of his wife's naked body pressing all over him. The fact that she still would not allow him to see her made him horny beyond belief! However, the smacks did have their purpose as he now listened to her.

“Slave, I spanked you just now for two reasons. As you know, it was an implement, not a hand spanking. It was a brush spanking because we don’t have time for a very long spanking which I had to give based on you breaking our rule about rubbing. The second and main reason was because I did not feel you were completely honest with me when I asked you whether you wanted to look at me after I took off all my clothes for the first time tonight.”

“That is correct, Mistress. I was embarrassed to tell you I get hard just thinking of you naked.  I just love seeing you naked.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it? Yes, you may see me naked. You will also have the privilege of pleasuring me as much as I want. All you have to do is turn around. Yet, there is one small condition. For seeing your Mistress nude and pleasuring her you will get spanked some more. You will get spanked long and hard notwithstanding the bruises I have already put on you with the brush, although it will be a hand spanking, which you like. Before you answer, I know I can spank you anytime for any reason but this is up to you. If you decide you will not be spanked then I will get dressed and we will watch TV together while you stay nude. It is your choice.”

Without hesitation, Rand dropped to his knees while still staring at the wall.

“YES, YES, please Mistress, please let me see you naked and let me pleasure you. Please? Spank me! Spank me long and hard! PLEASE!!”

"Oooh, good begging slave. I get excited when you beg me, slave. Do more of it in the future. I see your thick manhood pleading to me as well."

Rand looked down sheepishly at his raging erection.

"Who owns your cock?"

"You do, Mistress."

"Don't forget it!"

Sharie led him away from the wall and turned him around. As he looked at her loveliness, he was overwhelmed. The thought of not seeing his gorgeous nude wife was too much to bear and he just collapsed in her arms. Sharie knew she had her boy and she could mother him and take care of him the rest of their lives. Sharie held him in her arms for a long time. She looked forward to rewarding him more that night with her own delectable desserts for both their sakes. When they finally broke their hug, Sharie shook his head roughly as she joked with him.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to cry before the spanking. Save it for during and after, silly!”

They both laughed at this joke.

“I love you so much! I never want to be denied seeing your body.”

Sharie looked at Rand quizzically. Rand immediately came to his senses and remembered the power structure in which  they lived.

“Unless of course, you decide it is best for me to be denied that outstanding sight, Mistress. ”

Sharie smiled and approached him.

“That’s better, slave!”

She sat and held out her feet. Rand grasped each one, stuffing them onto his face, kissing each one alternately. He delicately took her left foot first and placed all her toes in his mouth at once, causing him to choke. She pulled her left foot out and waved her right foot in the air. He readjusted and began slowly licking each toe top to bottom before making each completely disappear into his mouth. She eyed him closely as his expression spoke platitudes of his love for her even though he was fully aware of the punishment he would soon receive. To him, it only increased his desire. With her devoted husband at her feet doing her bidding and knowing how he was totally hers, she felt an uncontrollable urge and needed to quench her thirst at once.

"That's enough, slave... You can... do... the... other foot... later. Now... stand up!"

Her words betrayed the stout presence she had over him as her deep breaths inspired by her needs were taking over. She hoped Rand would not notice. Apparently still enthralled by her voice, her deep breaths as she spoke did not stop Rand from listening. He immediately stood up facing her. Sharie gladly knew that his five foot ten inch frame would bring his penis just below her chin. Without warning and fueled by her animalistic desires, she plunged her mouth over his stiff erection, ramming her tongue and lips up and down as fast as she could tasting pre-cum along the way. As she continued, she worked her way deeper into him. As she engulfed him totally, Rand was in heaven but still managed not to explode as he wouldn't dare without permission although his groans were loud and uncontrolled. Rand was getting close to the point of no return and desperately begged her for release.

"Ahhh... ahhh... MISTRESS... ahhh... YES, YES... CAN I... CAN... I..."

Just as he was about to explode she pulled out of him and quickly grasped his penis at the base, squeezing hard until he finally was able to calm down, although quite a bit more pre-cum oozed out of him. Not wanting to let it pour all the way down, she licked it up, making sure to coat her lips with what she didn't swallow. She stood up, not able to wait any longer.

She knew she should lead him into the bedroom but couldn’t wait. She  leaned in and kissed him solidly on the mouth, making sure he tasted little droplets of his essence. She opened her mouth exploring him with her tongue sharing their passion for each other. They held each other tightly as his hand frantically roamed around her back, plunging south to feel her tight ass as he worked his mouth to her neck, sucking and kissing like a teenager wanting to mark his date as his own. As he raised his hands up and down her back some more, he buried his face onto her large, inviting bosom, licking and suckling her as if it were mother’s milk. She grabbed his head and shoved him deeper into her body, allowing him to kiss her stomach and waist.

"YES, YES, BABY... MORE, OOOH, OOOH, I WANT MORE. OOOH... GIVE ME MORE!"

Her Mistress voice completely gone, she was a wife needing her husband to take care of her needs and didn't care if she wasn't treating him like a slave. She was getting what she wanted! She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him lower violently, her only thought being for him to satisfy her carnal needs. She led him to drink her sweet nectar as domination always got her hot and needy.  

He maneuvered her against the wall as he buried his mouth between her legs, tasting all she had to offer. He opened her pussy and started finger fucking her as she responded by going limp, screaming and panting with abandon. Doing what they both wanted, he stood and leaned into her, sliding his cock deftly through her wet opening, slamming her forcibly over and over but stopping before either could cum. Fully in control now, he wanted to tease her some more before giving her a shattering orgasm. Disengaging from her, he knelt, finding her clit and stroking her more and more until she screamed and exploded all over his fingers with his mouth lapping up all remaining juices. He stood up and just held her in his strong arms as she rested her head on his shoulder for many minutes. 

They kissed once more and pulled away, looking at each other knowing they just experienced something wonderful. Finally, she was able to regain her composure, causing Rand to smile as he looked into her eyes. He knew Mistress Sharie had returned.

With a wicked smile, she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him just underneath the shaft where she knew he felt the most. She held up three fingers with her free hand and slowly began stroking him. After the first stroke she held up two fingers, then one until she had finished stroking him three times. He stared at her pleading with his eyes, begging his Mistress as their roles had returned. With a nod, she let go of him as his pent up sperm gushed out like a stream across her legs and the carpet, spewing more essence than he had ever seen. She smiled broadly as her boy gave out all he could under her control. This time he needed her support.

After kissing once more, she reached around and gave him a hard smack on his ass, wasting no time assuming her dominant voice again.

“Now, get over my knee!”