Training a wife

My philosophy of marriage is that you have to make it quite clear who is the boss, and it has to be made clear to a wife what her role and position is. Which is of course that she does exactly what her husband wants, immediately and at all times. Her role is to serve her husband and master, to minister to his needs, to do her utmost to ensure her master’s happiness. I realise of course that this is out of tune with modern thinking in some quarters but then we all agree that a lot of modern life has gone off the rails. This, in my opinion, is a major cause. Feminism, so-called equality. All that rubbish.

There is an old saying that a woman’s place is in the kitchen getting her husband’s meal and in the bedroom serving his sexual needs. Old sayings are frequently full of truth and wisdom, and I am sure none so more than this one.

My own wife Sarah is a highly attractive young woman, 21 now and 19 when I married her. I deliberately chose a younger girl (10 years younger than myself) so that I would have someone not yet set in (probably unfortunate) ways, plus also a girl of malleable disposition which I first made sure Sarah was. And as I say I also ensured that my choice was highly attractive to give me pleasure and add to my status (the owner of a prized possession). She is a tallish girl with a rather voluptuous figure: full and firm high breasts, their size emphasised by a slim waist; ripe hips and bottom; splendid long and shapely legs. She has glossy dark-brown hair which I have her wear long in a feminine manner; last but not least she has a beautiful oval face, with big lustrous brown eyes and a full sensuous mouth. These last two features have not infrequently in the past two years been respectively tear-filled and contorted as she struggles with pain.

The tears and the prettily anguished mouth come as a result of the application of one or the other of my two main instruments of discipline: a long and whippy rattan cane and a heavy leather two-tongued tawse. I have also occasionally used a birch-twig bundle (a nice old-fashioned item this) cut by myself, and my leather belt. But the cane was my original disciplinary instrument and it has served me, and Sarah of course, very well. It dates right back to our honeymoon. I had packed it in one of my suitcases and on that first evening in the hotel together and alone at last after all the excitement of the nuptial festivities, I took it out and showed Sarah. This was what I was going to use to discipline her. It would be our constant companion, so that we would be a threesome rather than a twosome. She gazed at it with unbelieving eyes. Sarah had never been caned before, I had already ascertained that fact: not her father or anyone else in the family; no one at all. That of course is not so unusual nowadays unlike in earlier times. I had not previously indicated to Sarah that I intended to cane her once she was my wife — although I had made clear that I would require some obedience where her behaviour was concerned. This cane therefore came as a very big shock. I made her hold it and appreciate its texture in her hands as I told her that she would routinely be feeling it on her bare bottom.

I took it from her and said I would start in the morning. I could have begun immediately of course but there was the other thing, that is regarded as the prime purpose of the wedding night: sexual intercourse. I did not want any distraction from that. Sarah was a virgin and it was going to be painful for her. The pain as I took my pleasure and entered her for the first time. She would come to experience pleasure in the act as well, when I allowed her to, but for the moment, at the outset, it was naturally painful and I wanted it to be so. I wanted the pain to fill her mind.

That Sarah was a virgin I knew both from her own word and from a confirmatory examination I had Michael, a medical friend of mine carry out. He is in his late sixties and was more than happy to perform an intimate inspection of my young fiancee’s physical charms. I myself had deliberately refrained from penetrating Sarah before the wedding night and my friend’s examination — on his consulting room table, Sarah completely naked, with her lovely legs spread wide, feet in those stirrups, while I watched — had confirmed that there had been no other penetration; Sarah was intact. Another aspect of Sarah that I had recognised from the moment we first met, was her extreme shyness. Before me she’d never been naked in front of a man, other than a doctor, and her embarrassment was a delight and easy to see as her face bloomed with heat whenever there was any mention of her being undressed.

She was aware that it was going to hurt — girls talk about these things of course and I confirmed to her that there was every chance of it hurting when a virgin is taken for the first time. Telling Sarah she was going to be caned — though not that night gave her something else to juggle in her swimming head. But I am sure it was the immediate prospect that was mostly filling her mind, the seemingly impossibly large organ that had to enter her and somehow be accommodated, because of course to an inexperienced girl a man’s erect organ can seem impossibly large. And that clearly was how it felt. Impossibly large. It undoubtedly hurt a great deal. I didn’t spare Sarah. I took my full pleasure. And moreover I made sure it wasn’t quick, deliberately delaying my orgasm. Extending my pleasure — and of course extending Sarah’s pain. She was crying with it but I kept on. Long, deep strokes. This was how it had to be at the beginning. First this awful pain, then, when I allowed it, there would be pleasure for her too.

In the morning Sarah said she had hardly slept she was so sore. I uttered some consoling words — but also experienced a hotly renewed arousal. Ignoring Sarah’s protests I penetrated her again. It was clearly just as painful, perhaps even more so, as I once more took my full pleasure. No doubt at that point she felt devastated, unable to believe that sexual intercourse, which I clearly had a strong appetite for, could be anything but torture. When I had finished I gently reminded Sarah of the cane.

I gave her her first caning an hour later. After we had had breakfast (she didn’t want to eat but I made her, saying she had to keep her strength up), then a stroll in the hotel grounds for some fresh air and then back to our room with the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door. I again made Sarah take the cane in her hands to get the feel of it. Its hardness, its springiness. In future, I said, I would have her bring it to me whenever I was going to give her a caning. Canings would be for what I considered shortcomings in her behaviour. Anything at all where I thought Sarah hadn’t done as well as she might would get her a caning. And right now, on our honeymoon and starting that day, I was going to cane her whether or not I was displeased with her, simply to give her the experience of it.

She began crying. Sarah was of course in a highly emotional state anyway, what with the excitement of the wedding and then her agonising defloration. Now this cane. I told her sharply to pull herself together. Any young wife had to be trained: in sex, in discipline, in everything else. If she didn’t stop the silly snivelling I would be displeased and the caning would be twice as hard, twice as painful. I told Sarah she looked a fright with her face all red and tear-stained — although in fact I found this show of her distress quite attractive.

Sarah did her best to comply, managing to more or less stop crying. I told her to take off her dress, everything off in fact, and put her shorty nightie on again. That was how I wanted her for the caning. There was a low stool about 14 inches in height, which I placed in the centre of the room. I wanted Sarah kneeling on it with her head and arms down on the carpet. A most humiliating position of course as the canee’s bottom and everything else would be blatantly on show. Sarah showed further distress when I indicated how I wanted her, a touch of hysteria in fact. I brusquely pointed out that it wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable, it was meant to be unpleasant, humiliating. Then I gave her a quick cut across her thigh and a sharp order to get in position. Sarah, in tears again, complied. I gave her six nice hot stingers. She had some trouble taking them, in fact falling off the stool halfway through in her desperate squirming, writhing, etc. I made her get back of course, so I could complete her quota.

Afterwards I comforted my new wife, telling Sarah she had done well, been very brave, etc — although of course she hadn’t done particularly well, it had been a bit of a performance. Perhaps all one could expect at the very beginning however. What I found now, as I caressed her curves and moved my hands over Sarah’s lovely body, together with the excitement of what I had just done, was that I was becoming aroused again. Very randy for her in fact. I told Sarah that I wanted intercourse again. She yelped out in a panicky way. She couldn’t, just couldn’t, not so soon after the last time. Dreadfully sore etc. But I insisted naturally. A wife must always provide her body when her master requires it. That is what every young wife should be made to learn, as I told Sarah, and I made her cooperate. I made her lie face-down over the edge of the bed. It was the first occasion I had taken Sarah in that position. I took my time again. It was marvellous. I was getting a real taste for Sarah’s tight pussy!

Before the honeymoon was over, though, Sarah had also experienced the marvellous delight that sexual intercourse can be. This was what I wanted as I have said, that Sarah should know the heady pleasure a woman can get from it — but of course that she should only enjoy it when it suited me. After her deliberately harsh and agonising introduction I now had sessions with Sarah that were the complete opposite. Working her up with plenty of foreplay etc, getting her nicely aroused, nice and hot, before I put it in her and then performing with only the thought of Sarah’s pleasure and enjoyment in mind. She couldn’t believe it, that what was happening was the same thing. At other times I took her as before, hard and without any preliminaries. Making sure Sarah certainly didn’t enjoy it. And of course there was always the cane.

By the time the honeymoon was over therefore I had my wife’s training nicely started. She could experience the heady pleasure of sex, of coming to orgasm, but getting this pleasure was at her lord and master’s whim. If she pleased me and it suited me I might give it to her but equally I might simply use her for my own pleasure alone. And in addition Sarah knew that in any situation where she didn’t please me there would be the cane. Zipping into her lovely bare buttocks, into the soft and tender backs of her thighs. Yes I had made excellent use of our honeymoon. I had used it as it should be used, to get my new wife started on the right track.

As soon as we got back of course, to what would be our normal life, I built on this good start. I had to return to my business but for the first few weeks I only spent the mornings at my office, getting home at lunchtime so that I could personally supervise Sarah in her housewifely duties. A man’s business is important but not more so than his domestic arrangements. Nothing can be more important than getting one’s wife properly trained.

One rule I established at that time was that Sarah does her housework in just a thin, brief top and a skimpy pair of tight-fitting knickers. With Sarah’s voluptuous figure this makes a most appealing and indeed arousing sight. It also means that the requisite parts of her are ready without delay should an impromptu caning or tawsing (I introduced the tawse early on) be deemed necessary. Sarah’s thighs are quite bare and the tight, thin knicker material containing her bottom will stop none of the sting of whatever instrument I decide upon — though I may in any case take the skimpy knickers down. Needless to say Sarah hates having to do her housework dressed like this. Apart from anything else it is humiliating in the extreme.

Sarah is made to wear her ‘housework uniform’ all the time when she is at home during the day and not just when I am there. Should someone come to the door she is permitted to put a dressing gown on; well, I am well aware that Sarah is highly attractive and I don’t want an over-excited postman or milko jumping on my wife and giving her an impromptu fuck. What she’s got is for my pleasure, not a randy milk-roundsman’s. Which is not to say that it’s not mine to give out a sample of, if I feel so inclined (and I have, more than once in fact). Although Sarah hates wearing the ‘housework uniform’ she wouldn’t dare not wear it in my absence. There is always the chance I might make an unscheduled return home; but in any case I now have Sarah sufficiently well-trained that thinking to disobey me would not enter her mind. The housework uniform is worn until I get home, at about 6.30. As soon as I get in Sarah brings me a pre-dinner drink which I have in my favourite armchair. Sometimes I will let her join me with a drink as well, but at other times she will simply act as if she were a waitress — indeed a very subservient waitress because I will require her to kneel at the side of my chair. Following this Sarah will go up and change for the evening.

What she wears of course is strictly my decision and there is a range of possibilities depending on my whims, what I think is suitable, etc. I may for instance decide on a glamorous evening dress, cocktail or full-length; alternatively I might have her in only sexy underwear: a black bra and brief black knickers with nylons and a suspender belt and high heels; it could even be just the suspender belt and nylons and heels. Whatever the outfit I will usually have Sarah wearing lots of make-up: her full mouth bright red or glossy pink, her huge eyes heavily made-up and lots of blusher. So that she rather resembles a living doll. I like to think of Sarah as my living doll; a doll that is programmed to think only of me and my pleasure.

As for our evenings we may spend them at home alone, when I can work on some aspect of Sarah’s training (training is something which is never fully completed), or it might be that we have guests, friends or acquaintances, either for a meal or perhaps bridge, etc. The fact that there will be guests does not mean that Sarah won’t be in, say, just her underwear. I will simply explain to our guests the situation if they are not already aware of it; that it is part of Sarah’s training. If our guests are a married couple I will certainly advise the husband that he should have a similar regime for his wife. To demonstrate matters further I might take Sarah over my lap in front of them, to pull down her skimpy knickers and administer a spanking. Or indeed give her a taste of the cane.

I follow the same routine if we are going out. Thus if we are visiting friends Sarah might be allowed to wear one of her lovely dresses, or equally it might be only her underwear under her coat (which she has to remove when we arrive). To keep Sarah on tenterhooks I will only say at the last moment what I have decided for a particular evening. I may also spank or cane her at a friend’s house. All of this of course is extremely hateful to Sarah — but I tell her it is all excellent training.

One other thing worth mentioning is that from time to time I let Sarah go out in the evening with a friend of mine, Gavin. He has a similar philosophy regarding the place of women. He is not married at present but is looking for a suitable young woman. Anyway I have told him he is welcome to borrow Sarah for an evening and he will occasionally take her out to the theatre say, or have her round at his flat. Gavin is keen on the cane and strap where young women are concerned and will routinely give Sarah a good going over on these evenings. It is also accepted that Gavin is free to have sex with Sarah if he so wishes, and he always does. Having had a strict upbringing (in the moral sense) Sarah hates this as much as anything else but she has to agree. I tell her she is doing it as a mark of her love and submission to me. I should add perhaps, in case I give the wrong impression, that I don’t go hawking Sarah round in a promiscuous manner. The only other man I have allowed to have Sarah is my medical friend, Michael, who checked on her virginity for me before we were married.

And so, as they say, to bed. Sarah is very good and expert in bed now. She is a naturally voluptuous girl and I have taught her how to use her lovely body to give me the utmost pleasure. I think she is best when I have just given her a caning, it seems to add an urgency to her lovemaking which is a nice bonus. I also enjoy her very much after she’s been out for the evening with Gavin. A theatre visit perhaps but after that Gavin will have taken Sarah back to his flat to use the cane on her. And Sarah has also reluctantly had to have sex with him as well. Yes my lovely wife is especially enjoyable then.

A new chapter...

A few months after our wedding we were enjoying an evening out at a local eatery, a rather well rated Italian, when I noticed that an older couple at another table seemed to be looking with undisguised interest at Sarah. My curiosity was certainly piqued, and moments later when the man stood up and came across the room towards us, even more so. He was tall and heavily built, "well-fed" as the old adage would describe, and he and his female companion were probably in their late sixties. When he said hello I noticed that Sarah immediately stiffened in her seat. She definitely knew who this was and her face was an absolute picture. I could tell by the way that his eyes took in her barely concealed curves that he was a randy old devil! Much to my amusement her cheeks began to turn pink and went even redder when I snapped at her to introduce me and stop being so rude. Haltingly she very quietly said,

“This is Mr Whittaker, m...m...my Maths teacher from school.”

“Brian Whittaker,” he said shaking my hand warmly, “I hope you don’t mind me disturbing you, but I haven’t seen Sarah since she was in the Upper Sixth, just before she left St Marks.” He smiled when I assured him that we were more than happy to have a conversation, and it quickly transpired that Sarah had not excelled where Mathematics was concerned. In fact she’d been given several detentions because of her poor efforts. It was wonderful to see her so obviously embarrassed, and as her discomfort began to stir my cock into life several very rude possibilities, where my wife’s training and her old teacher were concerned, sprang to mind.

When I suggested that Brian and his wife might like to come back to our house for coffee, once we’d all finished eating, the look of absolute horror on Sarah’s face was priceless. He eagerly accepted my invitation and was even more enthusiastic when I mentioned that maybe Sarah could be made to make amends, in some way, for her poor performance when she’d been a pupil in his class, several years earlier. From his reaction I immediately recognised that he was of a dominant character and that the evening was going to prove very interesting where my wife was concerned.

As we drove away from the restaurant Sarah was in a dreadful state, sobbing and squirming and pleading with me to send Mr Whittaker and his wife away, begging me to not invite them in etc. She was so nervous and so jittery that I couldn’t help myself and burst into laughter saying that a naughty schoolgirl should always be punished if she has misbehaved. Sarah knew from past experience what I had in mind as I often enjoy having her attired in a rather revealing school uniform when I discipline her. Her humiliation at being dressed and treated like a “little girl” always adds a delightful sexual frisson to the proceedings.

Once home I put a pot of coffee on to brew and leaving the Whittaker’s sitting in the lounge took Sarah upstairs. It didn’t take long to have her dressed as I wanted and a few moments later a rather slutty looking schoolgirl was stood in front of our guests with her hands firmly planted on the top of her head. When all three of us were comfortably seated Brian’s wife, Jean, surprised me when she suddenly addressed Sarah with a definite edge in her voice. Again it was easy to discern that she, like her husband, was of a dominant disposition.

“Well young lady, does your guardian know of your disgraceful behaviour at school?” Sarah’s face was redder than I’d ever seen it and she was visibly shaking. She was quite literally squirming on the spot and looked as though she wished the floor would open up and swallow her! And it quickly became apparent why she had been so reluctant for me to become acquainted with her old teacher and his wife.

When I enquired what Sarah had been up to at school Jean was more than happy to elaborate. It appeared that during her year in the lower sixth Sarah had been bullied by two younger boys, or at least that was the story, and that both had been expelled and then transferred to another school. Sarah had been discovered in an empty classroom in a state of partial undress. Her shirt had been unbuttoned and she’d been displaying her breasts to the two junior boys, one of whom it appeared, had also had his hand up her skirt. It had been a minor scandal, a senior girl allowing two younger boys to grope her. When I asked Sarah what she had to say for herself she blurted out that they’d forced her to do it, had stolen her end of year project and wouldn’t give it back. Knowing Sarah as I did I knew she was telling the truth, but again the revelation opened up a number of wonderful possibilities where her training was concerned. Indeed I had to shift in my seat to make my burgeoning erection more comfortable.

The Whittaker's were both eagerly examining my very red faced wife, unsurprising considering the way she was dressed. I’d put her hair up into two girlish bunches held in place by a pair of pink plastic bobbles and it was obvious that Sarah wasn’t wearing a bra. With her very full breasts pressing against the front of her school blouse her hard nipples were being embarrassingly outlined, forming two distinct points in the thin cotton. The blouse itself was purposely a size too small for her, the buttons down the front straining to contain her generous curves. I’d had her old grey school skirt carefully altered, shortened so that the whole length of her wonderfully smooth thighs were on show. It barely covered her at the front and her bottom cheeks peeked out below the hem at the back. Her school tie and a pair of flat black shoes completed the outfit. She looked absolutely delightful, her full figure barely contained within the ridiculous little girl school uniform. Her shame at having to wear it always made me hard from the very start.

“So it appears,” I said sternly, “that you’ve been acting like a little tart, and it’s time you were made to account for your sluttish behaviour.” Sarah began to sob and plead with me, to please not punish her in front of our guests, much to their amusement, but of course I’d have none of it. I’ve noticed that my arousal seems to be directly proportional to the degree of shame and humiliation Sarah feels in any given sexual situation, and tonight I was more excited than I’d been since our wedding night!

“You know the punishment should always fit the crime, so as you liked showing yourself off to your school friends so much I see no reason why you shouldn’t do the same now. Let’s have that blouse unbuttoned and then you can show us those big tits of yours that you seem so proud of.”

Sarah’s pleading made all three of us laugh and Brian and Jean were obviously enjoying my wife’s distress as much as I was. Her reluctance was plain for us all to see but I was pleased that she did obey my instruction, albeit slowly.

The heat in Sarah’s face had begun to travel down her neck as it too was beginning to colour up. I could only imagine how ashamed she must be feeling as she stood there displaying her breasts with their thorn like tips to her old History teacher and his wife. Fat tears were already rolling down her very red face before I gave her her next instruction. This time she complied without any significant pause. Her training and submissive demeanour were coming to the fore and she knew that disobeying me would only make things worse for herself. The tiny knickers slid down her legs and she crouched slightly to pick them up, ensuring that she kept her knees pressed tightly together, no doubt hoping that her private parts wouldn’t be exposed. The futility of her action made me smile because she surely knew that in a moment I’d be making her display every secret detail of her nudity to our smiling guests.

Once standing to attention again I ordered her to lift her skirt up, right up to her waist in fact, and we took our time looking at the bulge of her perfectly smooth and hairless pussy. I keep her that way at all times because the intimate exposure of her private folds obviously intensifies her embarrassment enormously. Adding to her humiliation is her awareness that the edges of her labia peek out from her central slit, it’s a detail that I always mention in these situations. I think her training has definitely made her clitoris more pronounced as we could all clearly see that as well, and when I asked her why her vaginal lips looked as though they were wet and glistening she sobbed and trembled and blushed even more. Having her turn around and hold the back of the skirt up revealed a similarly agreeable view, which I could tell was much appreciated by Brian and Jean, especially when I told them that Sarah’s curvy bottom cheeks were especially sensitive to the cane. To add more misery to her already shameful state I had her lean forwards then reach back and pull her rear curves wide apart so that we could examine her tiny pink bottom hole. Much to our amusement it clenched nervously as we watched. The obscene posture also ensured that her pussy bulged out towards us from between the tops of her thighs. When Jean asked her why she was acting like a little slut the only response from Sarah was an increase in the volume of her sobbing.

I should mention that Sarah’s training has involved her learning how to use her mouth to satisfy me but it certainly hasn’t been an easy road for her. At first she complained that it was a disgusting thing to do but a few sessions with the cane convinced her to change her attitude. And now she can take an erect male member into her throat. Of course she gags and splutters and cries sometimes but otherwise she’s become really skilful. I regularly spend half an hour or so availing myself of those skills, often when I first get home from work, it sets the scene for many a pleasant evening. In the beginning I would sit and watch a TV programme, or read a book whilst she sucked and licked and nibbled on my hardness for extended periods of time. With her training however it now takes only minutes before she has me almost ready to explode. In fact I often have to tell her to pause, whilst I regain some degree of self-control, if I don’t want to finish too soon. She’s learnt to use her tongue to stimulate my swollen glans very effectively indeed and I’m proud of the fact that my wife has now become such an accomplished cock sucker.

At first she found that the swallowing of my ejaculate, which I obviously insisted upon, proved particularly troublesome for her, but again the cane quickly overcame her reluctance. I know that Gavin has regularly availed himself of Sarah’s oral skills. Whenever she’s spent an evening with him I’ve insisted that she describe exactly what she’s been made to do, but up until now I’ve never actually watched her performing fellatio on another man. The thought of making her satisfy her old teacher in this way was just one of the numerous possibilities that were beginning to crowd together inside my head. She’d be absolutely mortified, deliciously so, especially having to do it in front of an audience!

When I suggested that Sarah would benefit from an initial “warm up” spanking, before she was caned, and that maybe Brian and his wife would like to carry this out, they were both more than happy to agree. Sarah cringed and began sobbing pitifully when I told her to strip completely and to stop pretending to be modest, because it was a bit late for that now, especially since she’d been showing herself off to young boys!

Once completely naked and with her hands back on the top of her head I had her stand in front of our guests and display herself both front and back. She looked wonderful and her quiet sobbing, as the humiliation of what was happening flowed over her, made my erection throb.

She whimpered when Brian pulled her down across his lap. I curtly told her to clasp her hands together behind her back which she quickly did. I always have her do this as it prevents her avoiding her punishment and also allows me to introduce the threat of more severe treatment if she doesn’t keep them there. I noticed that she was trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together but Brian began to spank her quite hard and to her shame she couldn’t stop her legs flailing apart once her bottom cheeks had started to heat up. No doubt the thought of her old teacher being treated to a close up view of her slit and anal opening was horrifying but she couldn't help giving him exactly that! It was taking all of her remaining will power to keep her hands clasped together and I could see that her fingers were continuously clenching and opening. In fact she rolled and jerked about so much that Brian finally reached around and held her in place with one of her breasts. It made a perfect hand hold for him. I didn’t mind at all and in fact when he glanced up questioningly I simply nodded that he should carry on. Unsurprisingly he took the opportunity to squeeze both of Sarah’s helpless globes hard, and even pinched and held her in place by an engorged nipple from time to time. She cried and snivelled and pleaded for him to stop but of course he didn’t. He was enjoying himself far too much!

By the time she was allowed to stand up Sarah’s bottom was a deep red. Brian had covered almost every inch of her now hot cheeks with hard smacks. She couldn’t keep still, rolling her hips and moaning softly as the stinging permeated her soft curves. And her face was as red as her bottom! The humiliation she was already feeling was no doubt excruciating, but I intended to take things much further before we were finished with her!

Our already unhappy schoolgirl began to sob quite dramatically when she next found herself across the lap of her teacher’s wife. Jean was obviously used to punishing young women as she spent a few moments unhurriedly arranging Sarah into the position that she wanted. Basically my naked wife's legs were spread apart with her pussy pressing down onto one of her tormentors knees. It meant that the, so far, untouched inner curves of her bottom and thighs were now exposed. I caught Brian's eye and he looked at me and smiled knowingly.

"Hands girl," Jean snapped, and I was pleased to see that Sarah obediently clasped them together in the small of her back, as she's been trained to do.

Grasping Sarah's wrists in one hand Jean slid her other into the space between my wife's open thighs. Our schoolgirl jerked and moaned and started to beg for her older Mistress to stop but to my growing excitement Jean did the complete opposite. Ignoring Sarah's wriggling and writhing she calmly slid a fingertip back and forth along the sticky slit, parting the now slippery lips and revealing how wet the inner surfaces had become.

"Good grief! You’re dripping like a tap you dirty girl!” Sarah was moaning loudly now and when the fingers suddenly penetrated her tight hole she squealed and clenched her red bottom cheeks spasmodically.

“Did you like those boys putting their fingers in here, mmmmm?” asked our smiling guest as she continued to slowly penetrate my squirming wife, examining and testing not only the delicate internal membranes but also the now erect clitoral knob. Sarah’s gasps and gurgles increased in volume until I was sure she was about to come...but then she suddenly screamed.

For a slim woman I was surprised at the amount of venom that Jean managed to inject into each and every impact. Sarah was beside herself now. Her bottom had taken on a life of it’s own, bucking and squirming and clenching in an incredibly rude display. I couldn't help smiling at Brian again as we both watched his wife spank the wobbling red cheeks with sadistic glee. And then Sarah's sobbing and pleading took on an even greater urgency and I realised that her tormentor had started to direct the vicious smacks onto the soft inner surfaces of the writhing bottom and the backs of the sensitive thighs. It must have stung horribly if Sarah's reactions were anything to go by. Finally she lay over her tormentor’s lap sobbing brokenly with her now swollen pussy, shiny with her own secretions, wantonly displayed beneath her beautifully reddened buttocks. Tiny shivers and tremblings were running across each stinging surface and my erection was now so hard that I could hardly breathe!

When Sarah was once again stood shamefully exposed with her hands on her head I told her to be polite and thank our guests for disciplining her, which she tearfully did, and then I sent her to go and make some fresh coffee. With her breasts bobbing and her bright red bottom rolling seductively we watched her self-consciously scamper across the room and slip out through the lounge door.

It was proving to be a most enjoyable evening. From the front of his trousers I could see that Brian was erect but surprisingly he didn’t show any signs of embarrassment at me noticing his excited state. Both he and Jean were now flushed and relishing Sarah’s humiliation as much as I was. So I had no doubt that they'd agree to my decidedly lewd suggestion that we should introduce a more intensely shameful sexual element into the remainder of Sarah's punishment. And I was correct as they both immediately nodded before we enthusiastically discussed the effectiveness of humiliation as a tool in the training of young women. To my surprise I also learnt that Jean, quite literally, took in hand disobedient young men when she was asked to.

But the greatest surprise of the evening was her next suggestion, that Sarah should be made to satisfy Brian with her mouth. Apparently she felt it would be an appropriate, and entertaining way for Sarah to express her thanks for their participation in her punishment! Having my young wife suck on her old teacher’s cock and no doubt swallow his come in front of not only me, but Jean too, would certainly add yet another level of shameful intensity to Sarah’s already hugely humiliating evening. They both laughed at the look of disbelief that must have flashed across my face but I didn’t need asking twice! This was an opportunity that was far too good to miss.

When the three of us were sipping our coffee I ordered Sarah to place our leather foot stool, it’s a large heavy antique piece, directly in front of the settee where our smiling guests were seated. She was obviously finding being naked in front of them incredibly embarrassing, which was only serving to arouse me even more. Once kneeling with her red and very hot bottom nicely rounded and presented for what was about to happen she began to sob...but on seeing the cane she immediately started making a terrible fuss, begging me to not punish her! She’d be good, she’d do as she was told, she’d do anything I wanted etc. This particular cane is the thinnest and most flexible I have, and causes Sarah the most intense pain. I only use it rarely because she can't really cope with it's ferocious bite. However when I do choose to employ it my wife is always completely compliant afterwards, and to any suggestion I might make, no matter how outrageous or obscene! I couldn’t help smiling as her almost frantic pleading continued.

I was going to give her some real stingers, I’d already decided on this course of action and my erection was throbbing delightfully as I lined up for the first stroke.

“You will look directly at Mr Whittaker young lady, don’t you dare look away and after each stroke you will apologise for your poor efforts in his class. Do I make myself clear?” My gorgeous naked wife was in hell, I knew she was absolutely mortified at what was happening to her but she knew that she had to obey or things would certainly get worse.

“Yes Sir,” she said, swallowing hard between sobs. I looked at Brian and he nodded, indicating that she was looking at him as she’d been told. I could tell from his huge smile that he was appreciating the view of Sarah’s full breasts with their very stiff nipples as they wobbled and swayed beneath her.

The cane made a quiet whistle as it cut through the air. I saw Sarah tense and then she screamed and jerked forwards as her bottom took on a life of it’s own, writhing and clenching and rolling wildly from side to side as she did her best to contain the sting. As I watched a deeper red, no doubt excruciatingly painful stripe gradually appeared across the full width of both of her already burning buttocks. She just managed to choke out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sir!” before I whipped the cane in again. At each impact she squealed and squirmed and almost collapsed but I was pleased to see that her training appeared to have been effective, because after each agonising stroke she immediately struggled back into position and readied herself for the next.

I gave her a dozen in total and by the time she’d endured all of them she was a mess, blubbering and sobbing uncontrollably. I had her turn around on the stool, kneeling with her hands on the floor and her head down and her bottom pushed up into the air. It was a completely obscene position and one that allowed us to view not only her wounded rear end but also her now shamefully swollen private parts. The intense humiliation Sarah must have been experiencing wasn’t lost on me. I was finding the whole episode deliciously arousing. My cock was almost painfully hard and tenting the front of my trousers. I noticed Jean looking at it but felt no embarrassment at her curious scrutiny. Sarah couldn’t hold her striped bottom still, it was weaving and rolling rudely all over the place. Each of the stinging lines that now criss-crossed her writhing cheeks were gradually taking on a darker hue and as we watched they grew into raised ridges. Sarah glanced back over her shoulder and gave me the most beseeching of looks but sobbed piteously when I just smiled and sat back down next to our happy guests.

The three of us sipped our coffees for several minutes as we examined Sarah’s secret places and the damage inflicted on her wonderfully curved bottom.

“Do you think she ever sucked those boys at school?” Jean said, grinning at me.

“You know, let them put their hard cocks in her mouth.” Sarah immediately began shaking her head and sobbing and blurting out that she hadn’t, oh please she hadn’t, she never would etc.

“Be quiet girl,” Brian snapped.

“Well,” I said grinning back at the pair of them, “from what you’ve told me it’s certainly a possibility. Who knows what she let them do.” Sarah’s sobbing got louder as we continued.

“You know it’s given me an idea. Maybe an effective way for the little tart to make amends for her sluttish behaviour, if you’re happy to agree Jean, is to give us a demonstration of her oral skills. Maybe sucking her teacher’s cock will make her think twice about behaving like a common trollop in the future!”

Sarah’s pleading and begging and the flood of tears she was producing only seemed to be making my erection harder. The whole situation was so wonderfully arousing that I could hardly contain myself. My wife was certainly in for a lengthy session once our guests had departed! Watching Sarah kneeling naked between her old teacher’s knees as he undid his trousers and sat back on the couch was almost surreal. The look of utter disbelief on her crimson face was something that I wouldn’t quickly forget!

Unsurprisingly Brian’s erection was in proportion to the rest of his body. It was an impressive sight and certainly the biggest Sarah had ever seen. She looked at me imploringly, hoping no doubt that I was about to relent and rescue her from her awful situation but I was far too excited.

“Hands behind your back girl!” I snapped. In her eyes I could see the shame and embarrassment but I could also recognise that she was aroused. Everything that was happening together with the training I’d subjected her too since we’d been married was causing an involuntary sexual reaction that she had no control over whatsoever.

Jean sat down on the stool next to my naked wife and began to softly cajole and tease her. What a dirty girl she was, did she like licking boys when they were hard, having her private places touched, showing her little girl pussy to her classmates, putting a big cock in her mouth etc etc Sarah didn’t say anything just stared at the thick shaft and it’s swollen head with a look of disbelief on her very red face.

“Well what is it you want to ask Mr Whittaker, and don’t forget to add why, well go on.” At my words Sarah swallowed hard, a look of desperation in her big doe eyes.

“Sir I’m sorry for not trying my best in class.” She said it quietly.

“Please may I...may I suck you to show how sorry I am.” Brian chuckled and said of course you may!

And then with a little urging from the older woman sitting next to her Sarah leant forwards and started to lick the angry plum coloured end, encircling it with her tongue and lapping up the shiny drops that were oozing from the hole at it’s centre. Within a few moments she’d taken the entire knob into her mouth and had started to work her head backwards and forwards, no doubt sucking and lathering the firm glans as she’d been taught. It was a wonderful sight watching Sarah’s head bobbing as she slid as much of the solid shaft into her throat as she could. She gagged and spluttered from time to time but to her credit maintained her oral technique, urging her teacher steadily towards his release. Her skilful ministrations soon began to have the desired effect as Brian’s posture started to literally stiffen. Jean’s commentary gradually became more obscene as she urged the helpless schoolgirl to suck her teacher, to make her teacher come and she’d better swallow it all if she knew what was good for her etc. I noticed Sarah suddenly begin to writhe her hips and moan and pant around the hard cock filling her mouth and realised that Jean had slid her hand down beneath the burning bottom and was penetrating Sarah’s swollen pussy, pushing her fingers up inside the slippery hole.

Jean and I smiled at each other as we watched her husband gripping Sarah’s pony tails and pulling her onto his cock as his excitement grew, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her throat. Unsurprisingly she started to choke and splutter as he grew thicker, but at the same time her own groaning took on a greater urgency. Suddenly Brian threw his head back and grunted, jerking his hips frantically as he came in her mouth. We could see her swallowing as she desperately tried to keep the engorged cock in her mouth as her own arousal peaked. Her hips shuddered, her bottom rolling and weaving and a high pitched keening filling the room as her own orgasm flooded through her. Jean had obviously timed her stimulation of Sarah’s labial folds and her swollen bud to perfection, forcing her to come at the same moment that she received the spurts from the throbbing cock in her mouth.

“Good girl,” said Jean as her husband leant back with a huge smile on his face. Sarah let the now softening penis slip from her mouth, licking the remnants of her teacher’s creamy white ejaculate from her lips as she rested on her heels gasping and moaning softly. The look of utter shame on her bright red face was absolutely delightful and made my own stiffness pulse with eager anticipation.

As our new friends were putting on their coats we discussed Sarah’s performance during the evening. They thanked me profusely and were very enthusiastic when I mentioned the possibility of them helping with her future training. We all agreed that the training of a young wife is something that is never fully completed, there will always be more for her to learn. With much good humour we regarded Sarah as she stood completely naked in the middle of the room with her hands on her head, all of us appreciating her exposed charms. As we talked and laughed her face flared with heat and she looked mortified as we suggested various methods that could be used to aid in her training. A regular full and thorough physical examination might be a good starting point, to see how responsive Sarah was to various stimuli, painful and otherwise etc. Unsurprisingly Brian and Jean were more than happy when I said that Sarah would certainly benefit from their involvement. We couldn’t help laughing at the horrified look she gave us when I inferred that maybe a weekly physical examination could take place in their home, if they were agreeable!

After they’d left I sat in my favourite armchair and sipped a glass of sherry looking with undisguised lust at my beautiful wife. She was kneeling in front of me with her head down on the carpet and her red striped bottom jutting up in the air. It really gave me a lovely view of not only her tiny bottom hole but also of her now swollen sex with it’s obviously very wet lips. In a moment I was going to indulge myself to the full. Yes the training of a young wife should be taken very seriously indeed. It’s something that I cannot recommend highly enough to any gentleman who might be considering matrimony in his future. And I’d certainly have to say that the results are well worth all the effort involved...