Disobedient Little Minx

Disobedient Little Minx

Minx had had a bad day. She had been told off several times by her boss, dealt with all sorts of crap and got stuck in traffic twice. Her mood was foul when she got home and she was tired & hungry. She was later home than EH and had thought that he may just have got the dinner started at least.

She got in, kicked off her shoes and took off her suit jacket. He called hello down the stairs but she just couldn’t be arsed to answer him. Looking in the kitchen she realised he had left dinner to her and she was spitting feathers. She started opening the fridgefreezer & cupboards, slamming them shut when there was nothing in them. EH arrived at the kitchen door.

“Where’s my kiss?”

“Where’s the fuckin dinner don’t you mean?”

He was a little taken back, he had began to think that the odd few punishment sessions she had had were beginning to have an effect. The weekly discipline had also seen a slight drop in her brattish ways but he could see her eyes & temper flaring.

“May I remind you of the no swearing rule?”

“No you may fucking not, what are we going to eat & why is it always left up to me?”

It was times like this he hesitated. He didn’t show it of course but these were the hardest times he had to get her to submit. In previous years when he had tried it she had screamed that spanking etc was for the bedroom and not for real life. But a few months ago they had agreed to try the two types of discipline, the weekly & punishment which did include normal marriage antics.

“That’s twice now sweetie. And that is also enough” He voice was stern but firm. She faltered for a second. “Go upstairs and fetch your collar, lead & gag”

“I am not in the mood for this” She did at this point omit a swear word. “I’m tired and hungry and do not want to play games”

“I will not ask you a second time, I expect you back downstairs in 3 minutes”

She tried to keep calm, she wanted to scream in his face. There was a silence whilst she considered not doing as she was asked. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t make this any worse than it has to be”

She figured if she didn’t go at this point she could be up for a caning. She went upstairs, began to cry in temper. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! Except that it was, they had agreed to trial this new way of life and a new rule was not to swear at her husband! She retrieved her collar, lead & gag.She peed as quickly as she could. She returned to the kitchen and placed them in front of her husband. Tears were still rolling down her face.

He placed the ball & gag in her mouth and threatened that next time he would rinse her mouth out with soap & water ( he never would but she didn’t know that). He ignored the tears but inside his heart was melting.He expertly put her collar & lead on and hung her up to the kitchen door hook. He undid her blouse half way & yanked her breasts out of her bra but didn’t remove it.He got her to step out of her tights. He pulled up her skirt and pulled her knickers down to her knees. He pulled her legs slightly apart to keep them in place and stood back to admire the view.He loved her in her work clothes especially her work suits.He wrapped her tights around her wrists.

EH prepared dinner slowly on purpose. Gosh she looked fantastic. And she was quiet! She of course was uncomfortable and pissed off, although much calmer. She hated upsetting him but really couldn’t help herself. At last he took the salad into the conservatory and unleashed her from the door. Her ball gag was removed and he sat her bare bottom down on the wooden chair. He unravelled one wrist out of her tights so she could eat.

She then ate slowly, she was trying to drag out the inevitable. Swearing at EH was one of the worst things she could do. Last time it had earnt her a sound wooden paddling which she really didn’t fancy repeating. Her bare backside had been tender for days afterwards.

Her only saviour was that she had done it in the kitchen & therefore that’s where she would be punished. They sat in silence, finished the salad and moved onto the main course. Her bra was hurting and her skirt was uncomfortable, but she dare not complain. She didn’t eat much dinner, her bottom was beginning to tingle already! He made her sit until her food had digested and lead her back into the kitchen. Then put her back into place whilst he cleared up. He once again explained the rules he expected her to obey. As Head of House he would not be sworn at under any circumstances whatsoever. He then removed a wooden salad spoon from the drawer and filled the washing up bowl with cold water. He promptly immersed the spoon in the cold water and placed it on the floor.

What on earth was he doing she wondered? She began to quiver. She should have realised that she wouldn’t get away with this lightly. He took her lead and took her over to the bowl.

“Put your bottom in the water please”

He must be joking? How on earth was she going to do that. She tried to squat down but only immersed her sex which took her breath away at how cold it was. He pushed her bottom down into the bowl.

So there she was, half undressed, chained on a lead, gag in her mouth and bottom in freezing cold water. Mortified was just not the word.Hours ago she had been barking orders at people and they did what she said! He hoisted her out after a few minutes and retrieved to wet salad spoon. He perched her over the breakfast bar and began her punishment.

She had never felt a wet spoon before and certainly not across a wet bare bottom. The pain was sharp & stinging. She held onto the bar for dear life. With each swipe all she could register was bits of what EH was saying

“Disobedience…tolerated…..disrespectful…..punishment…naughty…brat……. ever learn………caning”

Christ what was that bit? She tried to concentrate but her arse was on fire. Her breast were dragging across the surface and her nipples were getting sore.

THWACK! She buckled and held her bottom cheeks in trying to suffer the pain. Surely he wouldn’t cane her as well as this. She couldn’t think now, she had to get through this first.

Jeepers this was hard, he was relentless on each cheek. He stopped to dip the spoon back into the water. Her cheeks were beginning to flame up nicely. He got them hot and sore before he stopped. He stood her up and took out her gag.

“Im sorry I swore, I promise I won’t do it again” He knew she would, but he would carry on taming her backside forever if he needed to. He got her on her knees and took out his throbbing cock.

“I want my balls licked and sucked my disobedient wife”

She knelt on the tiled floor and took him in her mouth. She sucked and licked with all her might, pleasuring him as much as she could. He was hard and excited and it didn’t take long before his cum shot down her throat. After a minute he lead her up to the bedroom. She was ordered to strip and have some corner time to reflect. There was no other more beautiful sight that that of his wifes red bottom on show to him with her collar & lead draped down her neck, knowing her mouth tasted of him her Master. After 10 mins he lead her to the bed.

She sat in front of him crossed legged on her hot sore bottom. Her sex was completely on show and her lead was hanging between her breasts. She apologised again and he removed her chain. He lay her down and examined her bottom, gave it a couple of spanks and tucked her up in bed. He touched her sex and relieved her in seconds. They kissed goodnight.

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