Sweet Discipline
G.R. Grayson
An innocuous conversation between Michael and Suzie on the drive home from a barbecue at friends, has it sequel when Michael arrives home after a work party to find Ma’am wearing stockings, heels and glasses, standing in the living room of his home, Intent on disciplining Michael for his return, she exacts her punishment and her pleasure.
It all seemed rather innocuous at the time. I was driving home with my wife Crystal, after a delicious barbecue with our friends Anita and Bob.
“What a great evening. I really enjoyed myself,” I told her. “The sticky ribs were awesome!”
“I agree,” she said. “But while you and the guys were standing around the barbecue cooking the dinner it got a bit interesting .”
“Really? How?”
“I couldn’t believe it, but Anita started telling us about how she’s dressed up as a nurse for Rob. ‘I just wanted spice up our sex life!’ she said. I’m sure she’d had too much champagne or do you think she was just being a little bit of an exhibitionist?”
“I don’t know. It does seem strange that she would talk about it like that. Sound like fun though.”
“Really?You think it sounds like fun?”
“Sure!”
“Would you like me to dress up for you?”
“I love you just the way you are,” I told her, holding back my true feelings, worried what Crystal would think of my secret desires.
“Ah. That’s sweet,” she said, leaning over and kissing me sweetly and lovingly whilst we were stopped at traffic lights. “But if I did dress up, what would you like me to be? What’s your true fantasy?”
“Ah.... well. A nurse is sexy and of course I love the French maid! Ooh la la!”
“You’ve thought about this!” she laughed.
“Sure! Don’t they say men think about sex fifty percent of the time.”
“Apparently!”
“ I think you’d make a hot teacher.
“A teacher. Really?”
“Yeah! Really! You know with a cane and glasses.”
“Cane and glasses?”
“Yeah. You could discipline me!” I said jokingly. “And glasses are so sexy!”
“Yes I would have to discipline you!. You never do as you’re told,” she laughed.
“That’s not true!”
“It is! What else would I wear?”
“Stockings and suspenders. Definitely!....with heels!”
“You never told me you like stockings”
“I was worried what you’d think.”
“Oh Michael.You know I like to know what you like.”
“Really?”
“Really!”
Reaching our house I parked the car and we kissed again before going inside and going to bed and making love in the missionary position like we always did.
About a month after the barbecue I caught a cab home, having stayed back after work to have a few drinks with everyone. Walking up the path I was surprised how quiet the house was. Normally I would expect to hear the squeals of our two kids Mitch and Anna. The lights inside were low and the house looked rather eerie.
“Hi honey!” I called as I opened the door, weaving a little from the effects from a good number of beers.
“Excuse me young me man,” came Chrystal’s firm voice. “You’re late!”
“You knew I was going out with everyone from work for Max’s fortieth,” I replied as I walked the short distance down the hall into the family room. Standing in the middle of the room was a tall and curvaceous brunette. Her hair tied in a pony tail, lips painted deep red and black thick rimmed glasses resting on her elegant nose. She wore a black academic gown which gaped open at the front revealing a tight white blouse that looked three sizes too small, which had a number of buttons undone exposing a black lace corset, her sweet breasts almost tumbling from its confines. A minuscule black mini-skirt hugged her hips above black suspenders and semi-sheer stockings. Soaring black stilettos added inches to her height as she stood their in a menacing manner holding a cane in her hands.
“Chrystal?”
“Call me Ma’am young man! Do you have a note from the principal?” she barked, her faced creased by an angry frown.
“I told you I’d be late.”
“Not good enough young man!
“Where are the kids?” I asked.
“They are at their grand mothers as you will require discipline!”
“Discipline?”
“You young people have no self-control these days,” she said as she smacked the cane against one of the stools standing against the kitchen counter. “I think this needs six of the best.”
“What?”
“That’s right Michael McDermott. Six strokes for you,” she confirmed, again banging the cane against the stool.
“But Chryssie,” I pleaded, searching her pool blue eyes for some kind of compassion, but finding only a steely harshness.
She strode majestically across the room, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Reaching me she lifted the cane and using the hook at one end, caught me around the neck and dragged me to her so that I stood only inches from her.
“Give me your hand!” she demanded.
“Chrystal! Why?”
“Your hand!”
Tentatively I held out my hand.
“That’s better,” she told me as she reached behind her back where she fumbled for a moment before revealing a pair of handcuffs she had apparently secreted in the waist band of her skirt. Roughly she snapped a cuff onto my wrist.
“Ouch! What are you doing Crystal?”
“Quiet young man!” she shouted, dragging me across the room to where the five kitchen stools stood in a row next to the breakfast bar, snapping the other cuff onto one of the stool’s vertical struts.
“Fuck Crystal! Be careful! You’re hurting me!”
“Ma’am! You call me Ma’am! Now don’t be a wimp McDermott! And that’s another stroke for swearing!”
“Surely you don’t intend to hit me?”
“Drop those strides McDermott,” she demanded, the cane again smacking against one of the stools. “Hurry up! I haven’t got all day!”
With my free hand I fumbled at my belt and trouser’s clasp before letting them fall to the floor.
“That’s better McDermott. You’re not such a slow learner after all! Now place your hand on the stool and bend over.”
Doing as she commanded I couldn’t believe she had any intention of caning her loving husband!
She stood over me menacingly then grasped my underpants and pulled them down to my knees.
“Nice butt,” she said as she slid the rough tip of the cane across my arse cheeks, then
she lid the fibrous rod between legs, scraping my balls and tickling by cock, which unbelievably, had become hard. “See! You like discipline.”
“Please Ma’am! I promise I will never be late again!”
“It’s too late for that now McDermott! You should have thought about the consequences before you were slack!” She stepped to one to one side and raised the cane above her head. “Do you understand you must not be tardy?”
“Chrystal! What are you doing?”
“Do you understand why you must be punished?”
“Chrystal?”
“Ma’am to you. You agree you must be punished?”
“Ma’am! Please!”
“You know you need discipline.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I reluctantly replied, realising Ma’am was not to be deterred. “I must be punished.”
“That’s much better” she said. Swiftly she brought the cane down on my white bum, a cracking sound reverberating through the room.
“Shit!”
“That will be one more stroke McDermott!”
“Hell! Are you trying to kill me!”
“This is re-education young man! You need to learn the errors of your ways!”
“Yes Ma’am. I must learn.”
The cane again stung my arse.
“Can you please stop!”
She lowered the cane from above her head to rest it by her side.
“There maybe a way you can reprieve yourself McDermott, but you must meet my every demand.”
“Anything!” I tremored, in the hope of some sort of respite from the assault on my arse.
“You will need to perform,” she told me with a smug tone to her voice as she again grazed my balls and stroked my dick up and down with the tip of the cane. “It’s still nice and hard.”
God knows why my dick was hard as I was still in fear of another whack from Ma’am. She leant over me to release the handcuff, which apparently had a secret quick release.
“Now stand!” she told me whilst grabbing me by the scruff of the neck to assist me in standing upright. With her other hand she pulled down the bodice of the corset, displaying an erect nipple ringed by a dark areolis. “Lick it!”
She pulled my mouth to her tit and I flickered at the hard nipple with my tongue.
“Mmm. Not bad McDermott. Now suck it.”
Obediently I engulfed the whole nipple into my mouth, sucking at it voraciously.
“Harder Mr. McDermott. I my not interested in your half hearted efforts! Show me what you’ve got.”
I savaged her breast with an all out attack of her tit.
“Oh fuck yes. That’s better. Now suck the other one,” she groaned, peeling the corset from the other sweet mound. Wanting to please Ma’am and avoid another whipping I latched my self onto it with desirous intent.
“You’re fast learner,” she laughed. “I think we need to move to the next step. She pulled my head from her breasts and moved so that she was leaning against the seat of one of the stools. Slowly she hitched the hem of her dress, exposing her white silken thighs and black lace panties.
“You like?”
“You know I do,” I told her truthfully.
She glided the cane down the crotch of her panties before rubbing it up and down with little movements.
“Mmm,’ she sighed. “You like me doing that, don’t you? I can tell.”
My cock was now throbbing as I watched her erotic motions. Gently she lifted left leg from the floor and hooked the heel of her shoe in a rung of the stool. She peeled back the crotch her panties to show her sumptuous pussy with its tightly trimmed bush.
“Lick me!” she demanded as the room again echoed with the smack of the cane on an adjacent stool. Dropping to my knees I positioned myself in front of her sweet sex. Grasping the cane at each end she placed it behind my neck, pulling my face against her pussy. Wanting to please, I lapped at her pulsating clit with darting movements.
“Faster!” she instructed. Wanting to avoid another stroke of the cane I redoubled my effort licking at a furious speed. “Oh yes McDermott! That gets you an “A”. I want your tongue inside my pussy.”
Extending my tongue to its full length I dipped it inside her delicious cave, savouring her sweet juices. Again she used the cane behind my head to hold me to her as I feasted on her sex. She moaned deeply, her eyes closing as she lost herself in pleasure.
“Another ‘A’ Mr. Mcdermott. I think its time for a reward,” she told me, the harsh tone to her voice softening just a little. “You can stand.”
I stood from my knees, my cock swollen with lust. With the cane in hand she tickled the tip of my cock before slowly lowering herself to her knees. Grasping the base of my stiff pole, she feathered its tip with her tongue.
“Oh yes!” I gasped as her pursed lips descended slowly over my cock, absorbing all of it. “Oh Ma’am!”
She sucked my dick with vigour, sounds of suction resonating across the room.
“You cock is good and hard,” she told me matter of factly as she released my dick from her exquisite attention. “You should fuck me now.”
“Yes Ma’am. It would be my pleasure.”
“It had better be mine,” she said firmly.
“Yes Ma’am. It will be your pleasure. I promise.”
“Good. Now sit on the stool,” she instructed, again looking menacing with the cane. I swivelled to move behind her before lifting my butt onto the leather stool.
“Very good,” she told me as she stood in front of me, stroking my erect rod with her hand. “Yes, very good.”
She placed her right foot on the stools foot rail, then grabbing the back rest with a hand either side of my head, she placed her other foot on the rail on the other side of the chair so that she towered over me, her nipples grazing my forehead. With one hand reached between her legs to grip my swollen dick, rubbing it against her clit.
“Fuck!” I cried.
“Soon!” she said moving my cock to the sweet lips of her pussy. “Yes good.”
Bending her knees she lowered herself slowly onto my cock.
“Oh yes,” she groaned, Ma’am’s steely veneer seemingly cracking just a little. “You should suck my tits.”
With enthusiasm I gnawed at her firm breasts, lapping at her dark brown nipples. She balanced on the tip of my cock, feathering it with small up and down movements.
“Oh Ma’am!” She slid down the full length of my cock “Oh yes!”
“You’re not to come until I say,” she told me firmly.
“Yes Ma’am.”
Slowly she slid on my cock delivering exquisite sensations upon it.
“Holy fuck!”
She began to pound my cock with driving movements and passionate urgency. I placed my hands on her arse cheeks, helping her ride up and down down my cock like a bare back rider on a bucking bronco.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she yelled. Her breasts flushed red with desire. Her body glistened with perspiration, her yells turning to squeals of passion as orgasm rippled through her body. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She writhed with pleasure whilst I held her firmly so she wouldn’t fall. She dropped on top of me, her chest heaving from her delicious effort, my rigid cock still deep inside her. After a minute she sat up and smiled at me.
“Fuck me Michael,” she told me, Ma’am seemingly had disappeared and my wife beautiful returned. She kissed me deeply before climbing from the stool and my still hard rod. She undid the button on the waist band of her skirt, allowing it to drop to the floor. She placed her hands on the stool next to the one I was sitting on, the blacks stockings and black paten leather stilettos highlighting her long slender legs, she bent over and spread her legs, her breasts bouncing freely.
“Fuck me hard!” she demanded. Ma’am had returned. I moved behind and nestled my dick in the lips of her pussy. “Don’t tease me young man!”
I squeezed my cock inside her. Not wanting to antagonise Ma’am I did not pause to enjoy the superb feeling of her moist sex, lunging deep inside her. Rhythmically I stroked my long rod like the piston of a steam engine. She shrieked with delight as I banged away, the slapping of naked flesh resonating through the room, my cock threatening to explode.
“Can I cum now Ma’am?”
“Not yet!” she cried.
I tried to slow my motion to prolong my endurance.
“For god’s sake! Fuck me!” she demanded. I pounded her with all my strength.
“Fuck yes! You can cum now!” she allowed, orgasm again surging through her body.
“Oh yes!” I cried.
“On my tits. Cum on my tits!” she cried, sliding off my cock to kneel before me, presenting her luscious breasts before me.
“Oh my god!” I exclaimed as creamy cum spurted from bursting cock, splashing over her round orbs. “Fuck yes!”
I stood there, my chest heaving and my body tingling from high erotic pleasure.
She looked up at me with a grin like a Cheshire cat and circled her nipple with her finger, dipping into the dripping creamy liquid before delicately sucking it.
“Mmmm. Delicious! Michael, you’re such a bad boy!” she giggled. “I think you might need more discipline!”
“Yes Ma’am!”