A Broken Plate

Daniel had been married two years to Lucy. It was his second marriage and Lucy’s first. Daniel knew he had a wandering eye even though he loved Lucy very much. He didn’t want to make the same mistake he’d made with his first wife. Daniel hankered to be dominated but was scared to speak his desires. He wanted to call Lucy ‘mistress’ or (as he sometimes dreamed) ‘mummy’. A mistress or mommy that would discipline him, spank him when he needed it, cuddle him when he was good and (if he was really lucky) place him in chastity. This was because when his eyes had wandered and found Lucy, his first wife naturally left him. Daniel didn’t want to repeat this with Lucy. His precious Lucy. A luscious red head, with a curvy figure who stood about half his towering height. He simply melted whenever she walked into a room. But his dick always ruled his head. There had been too many temptations at work recently with a plethora of new temp girls. All long legs, short skirts and high heels. Daniel knew there was only one way to stop his cock and that was for Lucy to have him on a very short leash. He just didn’t know how to tell her and feared she would either laugh or run for the hills.

Fate intervened. As they often did, Daniel and Lucy were having a few friends over for a dinner soiree. Lucy loved to cook and Daniel looked forward to evenings with convivial friends. On this particular Friday night, Daniel and Lucy were in the kitchen getting ready to take dinner out to their friends. Lucy always served the main meal on an old china platter which had been passed down through her family for several generations. Lucy had just cleaned it and passed it to Daniel to wipe dry. As Daniel did so it slipped from his fingers. In pure horror, Daniel watched it fall to the floor and smash. Smash into tiny pieces, impossible to put back together. Silence. Daniel looked at his wife in horror.
‘Daniel!’ Lucy cried. She looked at the pieces littering the floor.
‘I’m so sorry Lucy.’ Daniel said then suddenly the words slipped from his mouth as easily as the platter had done from his fingers. ‘May be you should spank me.’ Lucy looked at her husband. Daniel gulped and immediately regretted his mouth running away with him. He saw the look of ire and anger leave Lucy’s eyes and be replaced with shock, then… Actually he didn’t know what he saw. He couldn’t read Lucy’s eyes but saw her visibly stand taller in her heeled shoes, her back get a little straighter. Daniel gulped again.
‘May be I should.’ Lucy said softly and Daniel thought he was hearing things. ‘Clear this up.’ Lucy finished.

She didn’t say please. She just instructed him. Daniel nodded and bent down to clear away the debris. Lucy stepped around him and continued with the dinner. She told him what to do clearly and quite sharply. Daniel felt his cock stir as Lucy seemed to change towards him. But not another word was spoken as they had dinner with their friends. All the while Daniel’s mind raced to when the house was empty. Would Lucy spank him? If so what with? Her hand, a slipper, hair brush or something else? Would it be over her knee or over a chair? The excitement of punishment and discipline at the hands of his wife almost made his cock combust in his pants. Lucy’s voice cut through his daydreaming as she told him to take out the coffee. Daniel did so. It was all he could do not to say Mistress to her. Patiently he sat through coffee and small talk until their friends left for the evening. Without another word, he and Lucy cleared up in silence yet Daniel felt his tummy flutter with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The kitchen was clean, the dining room tidy. Daniel poured himself a shot of whiskey for courage. Why he didn’t know. He felt it burn down his throat and was just pouring another when he heard heels on the stone kitchen floor. Daniel turned, glass to his lips.
‘Put that down.’ Lucy said sternly. Daniel placed the glass on the counter top. ‘Come with me.’ She turned on her heels. Daniel followed her into the living room. He stopped when he saw that Lucy had prepared for him. A lone chair graced the middle of the living room. On the chair was a hair brush. Daniel thought his cock would explode. Instead he looked down at the carpet.
‘Do you really want this?’ Lucy asked. Daniel nodded. ‘How long have you felt like this Daniel?’ Daniel felt his throat go dry but somehow found his voice.
‘For a long time Lucy but I’ve never had the guts to tell you.’ Daniel glanced up at his wife. ‘I understand if you don’t want to.’
‘Do you just want to be spanked?’ Lucy asked him.
‘I want you to discipline me, own me so that I can’t stray.’ Daniel admitted.
‘But I trust you Daniel. I love you.’ Lucy replied.
‘My cock rules my head Lucy and I’m frightened it will lead me astray.’
‘Don’t you love me?’ Lucy asked. Daniel sighed.
‘Yes Lucy I love you. But I have desires, needs that only you can fulfil. I need to be told what to do and I think I need to be put in chastity.’ There he’d said it now. Lucy raised an eyebrow. ‘I want you to dominate me, I want to call you mistress or mummy. Spank me when I’m naughty, praise me when I’m good and own my cock so I’m yours and yours only.’

Daniel expected Lucy to laugh but she did nothing. She stood with her arms folded staring at him. She seemed to glow with excitement. ‘Well let’s start off with your punishment for breaking my precious serving plate.’
‘Yes Lucy.’ Daniel murmured. Lucy sat down on the chair and picked up the hair brush. ‘Come here boy.’ Lucy waggled a finger at him. Daniel hurried over to her. ‘Drop your trousers.’ Daniel unbuckled his belt and lowered the zip so that his trousers fell to the floor at his ankles. ‘Step out of them.’ Daniel stepped out of them and put them aside. ‘Now over my lap boy.’ Daniel positioned himself over his wife’s lap. He placed his arms out to balance himself. He felt Lucy stroke his bum through his briefs. ‘Now I’m going to spank you boy. I want you to count each one.’
‘Yes Lucy.’ Daniel replied and steeled himself. The wooden hair brush was large and flat.

The first few smacks were less than he expected, tentative and testing. But even so, he felt a sense of peace flood his senses as Lucy continued to spank him. As he counted, so the spanks became harder. He gasped and felt the sting keenly as Lucy spanked him through his briefs but his cock grew. When he had counted twenty Lucy stopped. Daniel was surprised that he didn’t want his wife to stop. He wasn’t in too much pain but knew his cheeks would be red. Lucy yanked his briefs roughly down his thighs and his hard on was exposed. Daniel had the decency to blush so his face matched his bum cheeks.
‘You bad boy.’ Lucy chastised him.
‘Yes Lucy.’ Daniel mumbled. ‘I’m sorry Lucy.’
‘I think I will have to punish you again.’ Lucy said and this time Daniel knew she wouldn’t be so hesitant. The wood smacked his sore skin and after another twenty he felt the first tears sting his eyes. His cock however wouldn’t behave. Lucy paused and then Daniel yelped out loud as he felt the bristles drag across his pained skin.
‘That’s for being a bad boy with a naughty cock.’ Lucy taunted him. Daniel sniffed back the tears as Lucy spanked him hard again for another twenty before dragging the bristles across his bum again. Then he heard the brush drop to the floor.
‘Get up.’ Lucy said. Daniel lifted himself up and stood before his wife. At least his cock had obeyed and gone down to half mast. He put his hands behind his back and stared down at the carpet suitably chastised. ‘Now what do you have to say boy?’

Lucy stared at her husband. Daniel went down onto his knees and kissed her hand, thanking her for his punishment. Lucy felt her pussy scream at her. She wished Daniel had told her about his desires a long time ago. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that Daniel may have a tendency to stray after all that’s how they’d met. She’d read up on male chastity a long time ago and had secretly wanted to do it to her husband. She trusted him but wanted Daniel to know who owned his manhood. The spanking had been an unexpected twist and a pleasure. Now he was on his knees before her, thanking her for spanking him. She allowed herself a wry smile. So this is what Daniel wanted. If Daniel wanted to hand over his power to her, then she would gladly take the reins. This was only the start.