Annie was feeling really stressed when she left the office. She was thirty-four, and a senior manager.  

As she left the office, she called her husband, Mike, and, when he answered, she said in a really weary voice, "I am so stressed, darling. It has been a really difficult day at the office."  

Mike suggested, "Shall we go out for dinner?"  

Annie replied, "I don't think we should, as you will be far too sore and red-eyed."  

Mike got concerned at that, supposing he knew what his wife meant, but still asked, "Why, honey?"  

Annie replied, "I need to get rid of the stress, and so I am going to give you a very long spanking, with my hand and hairbrush, and then thirty-six strokes of the cane. That should do it."  

Mike thought that was what would happen, but still asked, "What have I done wrong, honey?"  

Annie was still sounding far from relaxed as she replied, "Nothing at all, sweetie. You know it is agreed that I will thrash you whenever you disobey me, but, it is also agreed that I can choose to do so without any reason at all, other than my wishing to do it. I know, in the past, I have gone for a good massage to get rid of stress, but, quite frankly, it is far easier for me to thrash you to relieve my stress. You know that's the case, darling. Anyway, darling, why are you questioning my decision? You know in our agreed female-led marriage, I make all of the decisions, and you just obey me, every time."  

Mike replied, "Yes, honey, but the thing is, I'm due to go swimming with the lads first thing tomorrow. I won't be able to do that if I get all those cane strokes and spanks with your hand and that hairbrush."  

Annie replied, "Why do I care about that, darling? You know I come first in this relationship, every single time. We love each other so much, but everything we do is about me. That is what a female-led marriage is about. You said that that was what you wanted, so did I, and that is what we have. I shouldn't need to explain it each time, or any time, darling. I am going to thrash you, and it's not my problem if you have to cancel swimming. By the way, as you have argued with me, those thirty-six strokes are now seventy-two."  

Mike knew questioning any decision made by Annie was pushing her when he shouldn't. So he replied, "Of course, darling, I understand."  

Annie sounded even more stressed than before as she replied, "It was such a stressful day, darling, I'm really not interested in any of your problems, Mike, darling. I just want to get home and thrash you as soon as I can. I'm going to be home in about ten minutes. Make sure you are fully undressed, the cane is on the bed, the hairbrush is on my dressing table, and the leather ankle and wrist cuffs are in place. Oh, turn my dressing table chair around into the room. If it's not all ready for me to thrash you, I'll be increasing the tariff again."  

Mike knew that he shouldn't have tried to talk Annie out of it, but just explain to his friends why he wasn't able to attend swimming tomorrow. One reason he sort of argued was that he knew that, as he was going to be thrashed, he would prefer seventy-two strokes to the thirty-six, because that would help Annie remove her stress much better. So, being the submissive he actually was, and because he loved Annie so much, he replied, "Sorry, darling. I know it's my problem, and so I will tell the lads that I won't be going with them."  

Annie said in an even more wearisome voice, "Whatever, darling. Just do as you are told."  

Mike knew a female-led marriage was right for him, and his lovely wife, and knew exactly how he had to be ready for her when she got home. So, being even more submissive, he replied, "Yes, darling, I'll be ready."  

Annie ended the call, and she was more stressed than before the call because she didn't expect Mike to object in any way at all. He did, which always caused her stress because they both knew that his position was to just accept whatever she told him, every single time, and immediately. As she continued to make her way home, she was considering increasing the tariff to eighty-four strokes, telling him that those extras were going to be extremely hard strokes, and solely because of the argument. As she thought that, she felt some of the stress slipping away.  

Mike totally worshipped Annie, because of her dominant, authoritative persona, as well as what he saw as a beautiful woman. She had a really firm tone of voice, a look of not quite innocence because of her beautiful blazing eyes, and gorgeous long dark hair that flowed over her shoulders, framing her face, and she nearly always wore low-cut tops or dresses, usually sleeveless showing off her bare arms, and short dresses or skirts, which showed off her bare well-toned legs. As soon as he had first seen her, he fell for her, more so once he heard her authoritative tone of voice. Above all, he loved her so dearly, in the fullest sense of the word, and would do anything at all for her, which was why he was so happy doing everything he was told by her.  

Annie also loved Mike very much indeed. She knew she was totally the alpha female, wanted a husband who would follow her lead, obey all of her instructions and orders, and Mike did exactly that. She simply wanted a female-led marriage where she did make all of the decisions, and as soon as she realised that Mike was very happy with that, their relationship blossomed, true mutual love developed, and they were a match made in heaven.  

Whilst Annie wore formal alpha-female clothes at the office, today a short-sleeved round neck midi-dress, she loved to wear skimpy clothes at home, always low-cut, always bare arms, always bare midriff, and always bare legs. She knew she had the figure to go with that, and loved to show her body off. Of course, she also knew that Mike loved to see her in those clothes, although she invariably got undressed before ordering him to go across her lap because he relished her being naked when she disciplined him. That was okay with Annie as well, because, straight after spanking and caning him, she expected to be brought to huge orgasms, which always did happen.  

Annie knew there were so many benefits for her being in charge in her female-led marriage. How she could just tell Mike, your opinion doesn't matter, I don't care what you think, you will just do as you're told every time, you will not argue, you will do exactly as I say every time, I don't care what you think, you will not go out, I don't need to give you a reason for anything, you do not ever interrupt me, and other put-downs like those. She also knew that the instruction that would follow each of those comments, invariably included, fetch me the hairbrush, fetch me the cane, get undressed and be ready to go across my lap for a really hard spanking, sit quietly until I am ready to thrash you, and the like.  

Annie knew that the ability to say all of those things, knowing that Mike always accepted the put-downs, and was immediately obedient, reduced her stress almost completely. After all, she didn't have to think about what Mike might want to do as an alternative, or indeed take that into consideration at all, but just make the decision on what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it and how she wanted to do it. Mike would tag along, like a pet dog, but different to the extent that she really did love him, and loved making love to him, although she did smile when she thought that, because she knew that she did like being taken doggy style, with Mike caressing her breasts and taut nipples as he took her.   

She knew that, for both of them, pain and pleasure went hand-in-hand, and whilst the pleasure was certainly two-way, the pain was only ever one way, with her imposing it, and Mike suffering it, albeit willingly.  

Mike also knew why he was truly happy being in a female-led marriage. He didn't have the stress of having to think ahead, make decisions, and the like. All he ever had to do was to obey Annie. He knew there were occasions, although relatively few, when he did try to give his opinion, but he was rightly put down by Annie every single time, normally followed by a well-deserved thrashing.   

Whilst Mike knew that Annie made the right decision almost every time, it really didn't matter, on those rare occasions, when she might not have been right. She was doing whatever it was her way, and that was what was important to both of them. The decision was to be made by Annie, every single time, even the decision when to make love, and the style of lovemaking each time.  

As Annie made her way home, she was still thinking about the meetings at the office, working out in her mind what to do next, but knowing it was adding to her stress. However, she told herself that didn't matter, because the stress release would come when she got home, as it was thrashing Mike that always saved her.  

Mike also found it sexually arousing that he was submitting to someone who was the so-called, weaker sex, at least so far as bodily strength was concerned. He loved submitting to Annie, even though he was stronger than her,  

The fact that Mike got aroused by the pain of being spanked and caned, added to his willingness to submit to Annie, and knew she clearly got aroused by thrashing him, getting more than just stress relief, judging from the way that she had such huge orgasms afterwards.  

Whenever Annie was going to thrash Mike to get stress relief, she always got undressed immediately, not seeing that as failing in her female-led marriage status, because she preferred being naked when disciplining the naked Mike. She knew Mike also loved it that she was naked, although it was always what she wanted that mattered to both of them.   

When she got home and entered the house, there was silence, so she expected to find Mike already naked and in their bedroom. She immediately went upstairs, and into the bedroom, and, sure enough, Mike was naked and facing the wall, his nose pressing against it. She quickly looked around and saw the cane on the bed, the leather wrist and ankle cuffs in place, and her hairbrush was on her dressing table. The chair was also turned into the room, so everything was in place.  

Annie didn't say anything until she had sat on the chair, then ordered, "Get across my lap, darling."  

Mike knew not to say anything unless answering a question, and that was an order, not a question. He just walked over to her and bent down across her lap, getting the close-up view of her bare legs and painted toenails he loved, and even when he felt Annie's hand on his bottom, he knew she was so right for him.  

Annie was used to Mike doing as he was told and wasn't surprised he was soon across her lap without any arguments. It helped her stress disappear even quicker  

When stressed, Annie never did a slow build-up when spanking Mike. She knew it was more sexually arousing for Mike if she did build up slowly, but today was about stress release, so she went straight into spanking him really hard and fast, not letting up at all, but feeling better in herself as she did it.  

Mike certainly felt the difference between this spanking and when Annie was more relaxed. It was far more painful far more quickly, but it still meant that Annie was spanking him in whichever way she wanted to each time, never giving any thought to what he might want. It was yet another form of his loss of control, or, rather, his giving away control to his lovely authoritative wife. He wouldn't want it any other way.  

Annie was relishing spanking Mike really hard and very fast. It was like a workout, pushing herself, making sure that the stress travelled down her arms quickly, was transferred to Mike's bare bottom, and the best way to do that was to make sure that she turned his bare bottom into a lovely glowing red colour far quicker than she would normally do, but always knowing that it was Mike's problem to cope rather than her problem. Even though her hand would sting, it didn't impact her very much, but she knew Mike would be struggling much more quickly and much more with his stinging bottom.  

Annie knew that Mike loved to look at her painted toenails and bare legs as she spanked him, but the time he could do that would be rather less today, because, when spanking him this way, really hard and really fast, his vision would blur much more quickly. Once again, that wasn't her problem, but his.  

As soon as Annie started to spank him so fast, Mike knew that she wouldn't let up. She was really expert at spanking him like this, and, as much as it hurt, he knew it was a waste of time to beg her to slow down. In fact, he knew, that if he did try, she would only spank him longer and harder, though she wouldn't be able to spank him any faster because she was spanking him pretty much as fast as she ever had done. Good, he told himself, because, this way, she should lose the stress even quicker. The fact that he was uncomfortable was just his problem, not Annie's, but that was exactly what this thrashing was about.  

Once Annie was feeling a bit better about herself, she saw just how red she had already turned Mike's bottom, but also knew there was a long way to go yet. She picked up the hairbrush from the table behind her, and then immediately started to spank him with that. The spanks were not quite as fast as when she spanked with her hand, but she was still transferring the rest of her stress to Mike, and so did land spank after spank without any gaps. She realised that she was now starting to enjoy herself, which meant she was less stressed, particularly as she watched Mike squirm around on her lap, tense his arms and legs, and let out louder and louder gasps of pain.  

Mike knew that he was struggling to cope, but both of them knew that was his problem and not Annie's. He knew what he loved about Annie, was how she would take him to the very limits of what he could cope with. In fact, that was her aim, and she always got there. He never could count how many spanks she gave him with the hairbrush, because it was more important for him to cope with the pain, but he knew from what Annie had told him time and again, that it was likely to be one hundred and fifty or so spanks, all very painful, but what she wanted to do.   

Once Annie was happy with the bruises that were developing in several places, she decided that was enough with the hairbrush, but, as always, looked forward to giving him the cane. She knew that she was a lot calmer now, and had to be because she had to be more careful when caning him than when spanking him with her hand and the hairbrush. She wasn't going to worry about how much she hurt him, but she never liked to make him bleed and aimed for very thick welts. Of course, those thick welts meant an awful lot of pain for Mike, but, by focusing, she knew this was what would finally make her stress-free and ready for Mike to bring her to a huge orgasm.  

Annie gave the order, "Okay, Mike, get off my lap, and lie on top of the pillows on the bed. I'll secure you with the leather cuffs."  

As much as Mike was struggling, he quickly pushed himself up from Annie's lap, immediately lay on top of the pillows, perching his bottom on top of the pillows, and stretching his arms and legs so they were very close to where the leather cuffs were. He even enjoyed it as Annie secured each wrist and then each ankle with the four leather cuffs.   

Mike liked being secured by the leather cuffs, not just because it meant Annie could thrash him even harder. There was also the loss of control, not that he had any in his female-led marriage, but, to him, submission was an erotic delight. As much as enjoying the submission, he also relished dozens of strokes with the cane. He knew he struggled, but wanted to, as it turned him on so much. So, as the first few strokes landed, and he was yelping rather than gasping, he knew that he was coping, he knew that Annie knew that he was coping, and this was doing for them both what they both wanted. For Annie, it was stress release, and for Mike, it was the pain that he wanted to suffer time and again. He knew he had fantasied about being thrashed in exactly this way, but never found anyone to do it. So, when he met Annie who promised him the female-led life that he had fantasied about, including all of the punishments, he could not believe his luck.  

When Annie had initially told Mike his punishment, which would include thirty-six strokes of the cane, she knew that she normally gave him many more strokes than that. Thirty-six was always the minimum and a long way from the maximum. So, when Mike told her about going swimming, that had allowed her to make the increase. Of course, she knew she could have increased it anyway, but, this way, she made it his fault rather than hers. That sent quivers flying around her vagina, and they had returned now, which showed that was she enjoying herself, and the stress had pretty much gone.  

She also decided to stick to the seventy-two strokes, as she was now far less stressed. Well, unless Mike did something to earn those extras.  

Annie did enjoy aiming each cane stroke one just below the other, to get multiple parallel thick welts. Of course, as she was going to be giving him seventy-two strokes, they were going to criss cross as well. It was clear that, whilst Mike could wear swimming trunks that would hide all of those cane strokes, he would not be able to hide them when in the changing room, nor in the shower, and there would be more than just his own friends there, but anyone else using the facility. That was why Mike had to cancel going swimming tomorrow, but Annie was still feeling quite relaxed about that because, as she had already told him, it was his problem. She was always the priority, like just now, as it was all about her stressful day, and nothing to do with the pain that he was having to cope with.  

As much as Mike was still finding it so hard to cope with stroke after stroke, he knew how much good this was doing Annie. He was just sorry that he was unable to see her naked body clearly enough because of his blurred vision. However, he could certainly imagine her, raising the cane up, then bringing it down so harshly, that both of them would be hearing the loud thwack, and both would know just how much he again struggled with the stroke.  

None of that mattered to Annie, other than the fact that she knew Mike couldn't avoid any of the strokes, even if he wanted to, because he was so well tied down by the leather cuffs. She knew that he wouldn't try to avoid any of the strokes anyway, but it was fun actually tying him down, as a show of her authority and control over him.  

Once again, it was Annie who was counting the strokes, knowing that Mike couldn't. Even those times when she was enjoying caning him so much and did lose count, she tried to estimate the number of strokes by looking at the welts covering his bottom. Of course, it didn't really matter if she got the number wrong, because even if Mike did know that, he wouldn't dare say anything because that would only lead to the caning happening all over again. It was such a huge plus for her to have that unquestioned control of a man who willingly knew that he mustn't ever question her. As with everything, mistakes did happen, and even Annie made them, but, without fail, the penalty was always imposed on Mike, in the way that it should be in a female-led relationship.  

Once Annie was happy with the number of strokes she had given, maybe the correct number and maybe not, she put the cane down and then focused on the continuing heavy breathing from Mike. While she knew that his vision would be blurred, he never actually cried. Equally, whilst it wouldn't matter to her if he did cry, she found it better that he didn't.  

After a few moments of enjoying listening to the heavy breathing, Annie went to each of the nkle cuffs and then the wrist cuffs and undid them. She knew that Mike wouldn't attempt to get up even though he was released, and when happy that he was staying in position, she said, "Okay, Mike, stand up now."  

Mike was relieved that the punishment was over because it was such a hard one. However, as he stood up, whilst his vision was blurred, he could see Annie well enough to relish the sight of her naked body. He even liked the way that she came up and threw her arms around him and hugged him, and he felt her breasts pressing against him.  

Whilst still hugging him, Annie whispered into his ear, "Time to make me cum, darling."  

With that, Annie took her arms away from around Mike's neck, stood by the bed, bent over, and parted her legs. She then said, "Now, darling," and moments later Mike stood behind her, bent forward and placed his hands lovingly on Annie's breasts, feeling her taut nipples, and then entered her. His erect penis slid into her already wet vagina because they did both get aroused when Annie thrashed him. It was that pain and pleasure thing again, they both told themselves.  

As he kept thrusting, Mike loved that Annie's erotic gasps got louder and louder until she exploded in a huge orgasm. They both knew that her stress had wholly gone, and she could relax. Of course, they both also knew that Mike would be struggling with a seriously stinging and welted bottom, and the decision not to go swimming was certainly the correct one. Also, Mike told himself, it was his total submission to his wonderful, dominant, authoritative, beautiful wife, that helped her clear her stress, and that meant the world to him.  

After her own orgasm, Annie knew that, in her position of total control, she could simply tell Mike that she wasn't going to bother to give him an orgasm and let him masturbate. However, she loved him, dearly, and never exercised that element of control. He was the most wonderful husband for her, and this was her way of reminding him of that. So, she knew that he liked to have a blow job, and so she maneuvered him onto the bed, squeezed his still erect penis gently, rubbing as she did, and then took his penis into her mouth, sucked away, and waited for him to empty his load into her mouth. In fact, she loved the taste of his cum, which was another reason why she was always happy to do this for him.  

There were lots of times when Annie didn't thrash Mike but just made love to him. Always when she decided it should happen, exactly when she decided it should happen, and then they would lie on the bed together, and he would enter her and ram her, always making her cum first, but then always being allowed to cum after that.  

As they both hugged each other and kissed again, they knew they were so much in love, the perfect couple, Annie in total control and Mike always obedient, well, almost always.