His Wife Makes The Rules, They Include Chastity And Spanking
Patrick and Charlotte had been married less than a year.
One Saturday afternoon, Charlotte’s mother, Emily, was visiting, and, they talked, while Patrick was out.
“So, Charlotte, what is this problem that had you crying on the phone?”
“Well… Patrick.. he .. he… he’s masturbating.”
Confused silence, then Emily exclaimed, “Right now?!”
“No, no… I mean… now, and then, and whenever he feels like it, sort of. He and I talked about it, you know, and I told him, whenever he has … that urge, to find me, to talk to me, ‘cuz I’m as horny as he is, most of the time… and he said, ‘well, sometimes I just feel like tugging off a quick one…’ and I said, ‘Please, try it my way’, and I really thought he agreed to it. But…”
“You’ve caught him?”
“I have not actually seen it in his hand, no, but … I just KNOW, you know. Like, after he’s come out of the shower…and I come on to him, and he’s …not in the mood… or I come home from somewhere while he’s been alone, and he is … very relaxed… I just KNOW.”
“So, if you just ASKED him, he COULD deny it, and you don’t have proof…”
“Any way you could think of to catch him in the act?”
“Well… hmm… right now, he’s playing basketball. When he gets home, he’ll head for the shower. He’ll use the one connected to our bedroom. The door does not have a lock…he doesn’t close the door anyway. I’ve never disturbed him there. If he does jerk off, that would be an ideal time.”
“And if we listen carefully to the water falling and his breathing, we should be able to tell the difference from when he’s actually soaping and washing, or when he’s tugging.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“I’m going to call Anne. She went through this with Branwell, and with my help, we cured him of the habit. If she can come over, she can also bring some … things, we’ll be wanting to use.”
Charlotte’s sister, Anne, arrived about an hour later, carrying a gym bag.
Seated in the living room, Anne said, “Charlotte… you are good on the plan?”
Charlotte just smiled and nodded.
Patrick arrived a bit later, and entered the living room. His hair was disheveled, and he had huge sweat stains in the armpits of his t-shirt.
“Hello, wife and family!” he said.
“Hi honey…” “Hello Patrick…”
He held up his hands, palms to the women. “How ’bout we say, no hugs until after I take a shower?”
“A good idea, honey,” said Charlotte.
Patrick walked off to the master bedroom.
The women sat in silence a few minutes, then Charlotte got up, and walked to the master bedroom, and returned.
“Okay, the water’s on, he must be in it.”
All three ladies walked to the master bedroom and to the entrance of the bathroom.
They listened intently to the rhythm of the water splashing and dripping.
Anne crept up to the shower door, and reached out and took hold of the handle, while continuing to listen, then she nodded at the others and mouthed “NOW”.
She opened the door, and there stood a wet Patrick,his hard dick in his right hand, a look of joy on his face that had just turned to shock and surprise.
Charlotte reached out, and grabbed his penis, and said, “Whatcha doing there….”
Emily said, “Patrick, rinse off there, get dried off, then we’ll have a family meeting in the living room.”
He began to do just that, and looked at them, and cleared his throat.
Emily said, “Oh, yes, we’ll be standing here, watching, until you finish.”
He nodded, and finished rinsing, and got out of the shower, and toweled down dry.
“Let’s go,” said Emily.
He reached for the robe, handing on the door, and Emily’s hand stopped his.
“You won’t be needing that,” she said.
They continued on to the living room.
“Now,” said Emily, “Sit down on this easy chair…. lean back… and spread your legs. Since you like masturbation so much, you should really enjoy it when a woman does it for you….”
Patrick sat down….
“Me first,” said Emily, and she sat on a stool facing him, brought her bare feet up to him, and put her hands on his penis and began stroking it.
Patrick moaned and gasped and groaned and just when he thought the explosion was forthcoming,
And he gasped…OHHHHHhhhhh..
“Just relax, dear, close your eyes….” said Emily.
After a few minutes, his erection had drooped a bit.
“My turn,” said Anne.
She produced a vibrator, and said, “Stroke it, Charlotte.”
Anne manipulated the vibrator, in and out of his rectum, while Charlotte stroked his penis, as Patrick gasped and heaved and moaned, and just prior to the point of no return, the women stopped all activity.
And, Patrick moaned, “ohhhhhhh pleeeeeeeeese…..”
“Relax, dear, and close your eyes…..”
It took a bit longer for his erection to fade, but once it did, Charlotte said, “Now MY turn.”
She stripped down, while Patrick watched, then pulled a strap-on around her waist, and got up, between his spread legs, slipped the dildo into his anus as he groaned then she stroked her hand up and down his penis, as she pumped the dildo in and out of his ass.
And he groaned. And he moaned. And he gasped.
She felt the pulsations at the base of his cock just beginning.
And she stopped stroking, and pulled out.
“OH…GAWDDD” he moaned…”I neeeeeed to cummmm….”
Emily moved in with a small bag of ice, and rubbed his penis and scrotum with it, and Patrick continued to moan.
His erection drooped, faded, to nothing.
“The ring…” she said.
Charlotted handed her a chrome ring…and Emily pulled his scrotum through the ring, and followed it with his soft penis.
He did so.
“Straight! Hands behind your back.”
Taken by surprise, he stood up, and put his hands behind his back.
“Charlotte, you have the honors.”
Charlotte took the cage, slipped his penis into it, fit the cage onto the post,
And clicked the lock shut.
“Let’s take a look,” said Emily, smiling.
“Good,” she said.
“What the hell …?” inquired Patrick.
“Quiet! We’re not done! Get down on your hands and knees.”
Patrick did so, and Charlotte got down beside him.
“Who has the camera?” asked Charlotte.
“I do,” answered Anne, and she snapped a couple pix.
“Up,” said Emily, “Bend over, hands on knees!”
Patrick did so, and Anne handed Emily a paddle and Patrick jumped and moaned as the paddle turned his buttocks a deep dark red.
“You must LEARN TO STAY STILL…” said Emily, smacking the paddle ever harder on his buttocks for emphasis.
“Stand up, turn around…. NO RUBBING…”
Patrick did so…and saw the carpet beater in Charlotte’s hand.
“Over the arm of the couch,” said Charlotte, softly.
Patrick looked around at the grim faces on the women…and went to the couch, and went down on his knees, with his waist over the arm.
Charlotte came up behind him and lit a fire into his bottom, with rapid strokes of the carpet beater, while he moaned and sobbed.
Emily said, “Now, get on the floor down there.”
Patrick did so.
“You will stay there until one of us says otherwise.
What you best be thinking about is, the changes taking place around here.
You should consider…. just WHO is the boss, here,
Who decides when you will be allowed to cum,
Who is in charge of your going-to-be very frequent discipline and punishment,
Who makes the rules and who follows the rules….
You best have the correct answers to these questions when we come back to you.”
And they left him there for a while to think about it.