Kitchen Correction

Kitchen Correction

EH was turning the key in the front door. He could smell dinner cooking, the warmth of the house was welcoming after the freezing walk from the train. He opened the door and heard his wife on the phone. He stood for a few minutes expecting her to wrap up her call & come and greet him home. She knew that whatever she was doing on his arrival from work she was to drop it. The ritual was to greet the Head of House at the door, kiss him and drop to her knees and kiss his cock through his trousers. She could then return to whatever she was doing. She didn’t leave the kitchen so he removed his coat and shoes and went and stood in front of her.

She realised quickly that she needed to wrap up the call. She was cooking & talking and so engrossed in the juicy gossip from work she had forgotten her requirements. EH was training her slowly into becoming the slave wife he required. She said goodbye and put the phone down. But she didn’t have the nerve to face him and said hello as happily as she could without quivering.

“Why didn’t you greet me properly you disobedient little slut?”

From his tone she knew she wouldn’t get away with it.

“I didn’t hear the door honey, sorry”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, drop your trousers immediately”

Her heart sank. She hated being punished. She undid her zip and let her trousers drop to the floor.

“Bend over the breakfast bar and pull down your pants”

A few months ago she had received an erotic spanking over the breakfast bar when she had greeted EH home the right way. Oh how she wished it was that type now. She pulled down her knickers and felt suitably embarrassed already.

EH yanked her knickers to the floor and began to spank her bottom hard. How dare she not greet him correctly. He brought his hand down hard across her bare cheeks and began to spank each cheek . He grabbed a wooden spoon & swatted her bum cheeks.

He checked the time on the oven, 15 minutes to go. As soon as he began to see red cheeks appear he ordered her to strip bare and carry on with preparing dinner.

“Phew” she thought. Not as bad as it could have been. She hadn’t slipped up much through her training but when she did she had known about it. She undressed and quickly carried on with the dinner.

EH retrieved his wife’s new collar & lead from his office. Why oh why hadn’t she learnt yet? He arrived back at the kitchen and smiled to himself that she was cooking naked as instructed by him. As she turned towards the sink he ordered her to stand still and inspected her bottom. She disliked being inspected. She always felt so naughty and small. He placed the collar and lead around her neck. The chain from the lead was cold and he ran it across her nipples.

“This sweets is so that you know that you belong to me and should obey me. You shall wear it whenever I order you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes honey”

Oh my god, a collar & lead! How ashamed did she feel now! She carried on serving up the dinner with the chain swinging across her breasts.

“Next time I will walk you around the patio just as you are now, until you learn how to greet me home properly”

Well at least she had a chance of that not happening! She laid down the plates on the table.She sat on the chair with a semi red bottom, naked with her chain dragging on the table edge. He leaned over and moved the lead around her back.

“Keep your nipples erect during dinner please”

She put down her knife and fork and played with her breasts. God how embarrassing. Right they were erect so she carried on her dinner. Every few minutes or so repeating the action.

“I could open the conservatory door and let the cold help you?”

“No thank you, I can manage” she whimpered. It was an odd feeling being naked when her husband was fully dressed.

After dinner he led her by her collar and instructed her to remove a beer for him from the fridge. He settled down in his armchair and instructed her to crawl and fetch his slippers. She did so obediently. He had her stand by his chair whist he sank a beer and watched Seinfeld. He loved the collar idea. If this didn’t remind her to obey him, he had a whole bunch of ideas she would hate even more.

After an hour of laughing out loud at his favourite sitcom he grabbed the lead and led her upstairs. He had attached a lead loop in his office that he hooked up the handle to. He checked his emails whilst she stood there looking meek & mild. He unleashed her from the hook and took her upstairs. He led her to the corner and again hooked her up again whilst he undressed himself. He swiped her bottom a few times before laying down on the bed.He unhooked her and told her not to move.

“Would you like to earn your forgiveness?”

“Yes please”

“Then crawl over her and service me”

She immediately crawled on the floor & climbed up on the bed. Immediately she took his fine cock in her mouth and began to suck reverently. Oh how she wanted forgiveness. He moaned and writhed in pleasure. This was the life, a wife trained to deliver his every need and when she didn’t a punishment for her and a cock service for him. He looked down at her head bobbing up and down desperate to please him, with the collar & lead around her neck it was almost too perfect. He came with gusto in her mouth. She kneeled back up on the bed until he laid her down beside him.

“Now then sweetie will you remember how to greet me tomorrow?”

“Yes honey I will”

He removed her collar and lead and began to finger her wet cunt. He never fucked her if she had been bad. She had to learn somehow.

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