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Carl and the bounced checks

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Carl was walking into the kitchen after taking the kids to school when Emma called him into the living room.

“Get naked,” she said.

He quickly complied, neatly folding his clothes and putting in a nice stack next to the coffee table.

Dressed for work, she walked behind the section of the sofa that was in the center of the room and pointed.

He was getting hard, and his dick waved up and down as he moved quickly to the back of the couch.  She reached over and grabbed a pillow, dropping it on the cushion in front of him.  “Feet together!” she ordered.

“Step back – I don’t want you spreading your pre-cum all over the place.  Hmmm… It looks like there’s a lot of it, isn’t there?”  He moved his feet back from the couch.  “Bend over.”

She rubbed her hand across his butt.  “I noticed overdraft charges.  How many checks did you bounce?”

“Two,” he said.

“And why?”  Femdom marriage rules and discipline

Pause.

SMACK!

“Not paying attention, I guess.”

“You guess!”

She reached between his legs and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his balls and yanked them hard.

“Well, I   g u e s s  we’ll have to find some way to make you pay closer attention, won’t we?”

She walked out of the room and he could hear her in the bedroom, opening the toy drawer and the closet.

Coming back into the living room she came around to the front of the couch and dropped the heavy oak paddle and a 1/2 inch wooden rod on either side of him.

He looked up.

“Eyes down!”

She slipped off her shoes and then he saw her slacks drop.  She shimmied out of her panties and he saw them fall to her feet and watched her pick them up and wad them.  She grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and pulled his head up.  “Open wide,” she said.

She stuffed her panties deep into his mouth.  “You’re going to be screaming in a minute and I realllly don’t care to hear you cry and howl today.”  She shoved his head downward and grabbed the paddle.  As she came around to the back of the couch she pushed his head forcefully into the pillow.

“Let’s see…what would it take to teach a man how to pay attention,” she said as she rubbed the paddle up and down his thighs.  As she turned her hips and drew the paddle all the way back, “How about…” CRACK!!!

“No warmup, darling!  We’re jumping…[CRACK]…right…[CRACK]…IN! [CRACK!CRACK!CRACK].

His knees were already buckling and his thighs were on fire.

She continued without mercy for several minutes…six or seven strokes at a time… using her arms and shoulders, and most of all the hip turn that – ironically – he had taught her.  He lost all track and could only see red with white sparks.  His gagged cries and moans were further muffled by the thick couch pillow.  When he would lift a leg in pain, she would order it down and pound his ass even harder, yelling loudly, “If you keep moving I swear we’ll start all over!”

Finally she stopped and walked around the couch in front of him, tossing the paddle to the side.  She put one leg up on the couch and moved her crotch right in front of his head.  She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, sliding closer.  “Awww… were you crying?  Does it sting, baby?”

She firmly pushed his head back, stepped back and picked up the rod.

“Hmmm…., ” she said, “So we’re about half way through.”  She smashed the rod into the couch in front of him.

Behind him now, she rubbed the rod up and down his thighs.

“Wow!  Your backside is really lit up.” She took a step back and he heard the rod whistle through the air full speed right above his head.

“Now, then…” [swishPOW] …How many checks, again?” [swishPOW] …

He tried to say, “2”.

“Sorry.  I didn’t get that.  How many checks” [swishPOW] …

He tried to yell, “2”.

“Sorry.  I didn’t get that. ” [swishPOW] …  “I think you said two earlier, didn’t you?  [swishPOW]

“Yes!” he screamed thru the gag and pillow.

“Hmmm… I think 10 strokes might do it.” [swishPOW]

“10 per check…yes, that sounds about right.  That’s fair, isn’t it?” [swishPOW]

He groaned loudly.

“I think that means you agree.”   [swishPOW]

“Alright, then.  20 strokes.  Are you ready to begin?” [swishPOW]

Another, higher pitched squeal.

“You count.  Make it very loud so we don’t lose track.” [swishPOW]

She paused after the first 10.  “Whose household is this?”

“Yours, mistress,” he said thru the gag.

“And does bouncing checks…exactly where does that fit into my domestic bliss?”

“It doesn’t, mistress.  I’m sorry.”

“Take the gag out!”

He removed her panties from his mouth.

“Now, what did you say about domestic bliss?”

“It doesn’t fit, mistress.  I’m sorry.”FemDom Marriage The Ten Husband Training“We’ve had this bounced check discussion before and I told you not to let it happen again.  And yet, here we are!  Where does that align with obeying me as the head of this household?”

“That falls short, mistress.”

“It does, indeed.  Put my panties back in your mouth.  And hold on, my little check bouncer. COUNT!  LOUD!”

She whipped him with five hard fast strokes with the rod, from the top of his cheeks to just above the back of his knees.  His count was loud and evolved into more of a high-pitch squeal and crying.

She dropped the rod to the couch and walked around in front of him, brushing the hair out of her face.

She stepped both feet onto the couch and put her crotch right in front of his face.  Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled his face into her pussy.  “Do you understand, now?”

He nodded, tears running down his cheeks.

“Can you pay attention, now?”

He nodded.

Without a word she stepped behind him and delivered another five hard strokes, but slower, and spread evenly over his thighs.  After the third stroke she said, “You’re not counting!  I guess I’ll start over.  You be sure to count this time, ok?”  He groaned, and started squealing numbers again as she started over.

She tossed the rod onto the couch.  “Get up and go get me some panties.”

The erection was long gone as he ran out of the room.

She hollered, “And put this stuff away when you get back.”

She was standing akimbo when he came back into the room.  He knelt between her legs with a pair of purple panties. She lifted one leg, then the other and he slid them up her thighs.

She pulled them up and straightened them.  Then resumed her hands-on-hips posture.  “Kiss them!”

He fell to the floor and began to kiss her feet.

She stepped back and picked up her slacks.  “Put the paddle and cane away. And I want those panties hand washed, you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” he said as he hurried out of the room.

When he returned, she was about to walk out the door to go to work, straightening her hair in the mirror by the door. She pointed to the floor with two fingers – his sign to kneel.

“I don’t like bounced checks.  Don’t do that anymore.  Because, if you DO… today will seem like child’s play.  Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Tomorrow’s Friday.  I’ve invited someone to join me for lunch here, so plan for that.  Today I’ll grab lunch out somewhere.  Also, let me know dinner plans for tonight.”

“Yes, mistress.”

She walked around behind him.  “Oh, my!  Your bottom … Well, maybe you’ll probably remember this for awhile. I don’t think you’ll be wearing shorts any time soon, though.”

“Yes, mistress.”

She patted him gently on the head, grabbed her keys and walked out the door.

 

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