Best Laid Plans of Wimps and Men – Part Four
The Best Laid Plans Of Wimps And Men.
Part four
Deborah Ford
1.
David’s golfing chums, Bob, Dan and Arnie stood before Arnie’s
battered old BMW eying David from decorative hat to heel. Their
mouths gaped at the flatness of his groin, of the tiny pubescent
mounds bulging delicately through the blouse just above the frilly
apron. Through the blouse they could just make out the delicate
detail lining the top of the body shaper.
“Davy?” Bob whispered before clearing his throat. “Is that you?”.
His mind frozen in sheer panic David swallowed. What could he tell
them? “I er, er ….”
“You’re wearing heels,” Dan helpfully pointed out before grinning.
“Davy’s wearing high heels! Girl’s high heels.”
“No,” David tried, “I, er,” before defensively raising a foot and
giving away the stark truth by displaying a narrow stiletto. “Oh
these? Yes, it’s because …”
Arnie laughed, “you’re wearing a bra!”
“No it’s a bodyshaper!” he cut in. “It keeps the clothes, er, uhm,
flat.”
“I can see that,” Bob guffawed studying his groin. “A bodyshaper?”
“My wife wears one of those,” Dan observed.
“Ha, what it is,” Davy was speaking the words before he could think
of how the sentence would continue. Silence was surely worse than
saying something, than saying anything, anything at all. “It’s just
that the girls in work are complaining about their uniform at the
travel shops …” he paused gauging the effect of his defence. “Yes?
So I thought, well, let me see what they are complaining about.”
The three men nodded, their grins growing wider until Bob nodded and
asked, “and the feather duster? Is that what travel office girls
carry these days?”
“Oh that,” he brought the offending instrument up before his face,
his terror ripping through his sanity. “Yes. Well Sue asked me to
clean the house too.”
“You clean the house?” Arnie laughed. “I get the missus to do that!”
“Me too,” Bob proclaimed. “That’s why I got married!”
“And woe betide her if the job isn’t done satisfactorily too,” Dan
added with the others murmuring their agreement.
“Oh that’s right,” David said pitching his voice to a deep baritone.
“That’s what we men demand of our wives.”
“So if your chores aren’t too engrossing are you going to join us on
the golf course?” Bob raised his eyebrows.
Suddenly Dan scowled, “but not wearing that gay getup. What’ll the
men think if they see me with someone dressed like that?”
“Oh golf?” David thought that a change in direction of the
conversation would save him from drowning. “Yes, well, not today. Bit
busy.”
“So I see.” Bob found great mirth in his blushing friend’s plight.
Dan scratched his face in thought. “We rang your office to find out
where you were. Hadn’t seen you around for over a week. It was your
boss Tom who told us to call around. Though he did warn us you might
be,” he tittered, “a bit busy.”
“Well I am today,” he said hoarsely feeling his face close to
exploding with raw heat.
Nudging Dan, Arnie smirked. “lets leave the gay boy to his
cleaning.” His malicious eyes cut into David. “Don’t forget to vacuum
under the beds!”
Still laughing the men ambled back to their car. As Bob turned the
ignition they leaned towards him and to a man gave a finger curling
girly wave. “toodle-oo.”
Instinctively David waved his feather duster back before realising
his actions. The men slapped each other in hilarity whilst David
collapsed inside the hall in sweat drenched fear. He clutched the
feather duster tightly to his body between his boobs so he could hide
his hot face behind the feathers.
He repeated “oh my God,” over and over again until it lost all sense
of meaning.
What was Tom playing at? It would be all over the golf club by lunch
time and all over town by tomorrow morning. He would not be able to
look anyone in the face ever again. “Oh my God!”
An hour later he was curled up on the sofa in the front room with a
well earned glass of fruit juice as stipulated by Sue for his late
morning break. The cool liquid chilled his throat momentarily driving
the heat from his body.
The humiliation of being taunted by his friends sat deep in his gut
making him feel physically sick.
Would Jennifer in Housewife’s Journal have some balm for a situation
such as this. As ever it had the answers under an article in the
October edition called:
‘Does your other half humiliate you in front of your friends?’
He read with astonishment about women whose husbands took their
housework for granted, never praising them and always criticising
them. He found himself nodding sadly in perfect understanding at how
these women were treated. Worse these thoughtless husbands showed up
their hard working wives before their friends. One girl was told to
strip out of her long shorts and tee shirt and put on a sexy sundress
so her husband could show off her body to his mates at a weekend
barbeque.
David entirely empathised with her. Had Sue and Tom not just shown
him up in front of his friends? Had not his housework been
unappreciated? Was he facing nothing but complaints? The answer, the
agony aunt, the ever helpful Jennifer, recommended was obvious to
all. Apparently men can be thoroughly thoughtless only seeing women
as little more than slaves to service their needs and adorn their arm
at gatherings. Jennifer recommended all downtrodden wives to leave
the article face up where ‘your other half could see it. That way
your husband will see how cruel and thoughtless his actions can be’.
Carefully he spread the article out on the coffee table in such a
way that Sue could not possibly miss it.
As he cleaned the skirting boards with Homeclean’s wax spray, (as
recommended by Housewives Journal), he caught sight of pictures of
him and his golfing friends on the hall wall. There they all were,
Bob, Dan and Arnie, forever grinning and laughing as they held up
their trophies. His stomach tingled, he knew they would be laughing
at him by now. His friends liked nothing more than to witness
someone’s humiliating debasement. David recalled how he once stole
the clothes of a young man who had recently joined the club. He
waited until the lad entered the showers and quickly cleared away all
items of clothing in the changing room. It was a simple matter to
lead the new recruit through the bar door, explaining that some fresh
towels could be found here to hide his embarrassment. Once through
the bar room door he swiftly turned the catch locking the naked young
man in a room full of members and their wives.
The guys had loved him for that. How they laughed. Ultimately the
humiliated young man had to leave town.
But now the same bastards who rejoiced when David played a prank on
someone would be screwing him over in every club bar for the next
month!
He rose angrily and snatched the offending pictures down and hid
them away in a cupboard under the stairs. He recalled the pool
trophies in his office and minutes later they too had been hidden
away.
Taking a break from his chores he set about clearing away every
reminder of the degradations he knew he would be put through when he
returned to the golf club.
Once he proved to Tom and Sue he could perform his tasks
sufficiently competently they would release him from the chastity
belt perhaps even from the uniform. At that point could he brave all
the sarcasm and tom foolery along with the comments and the
degradations of his former friends? Surely at some point they would
put it all behind them and forget about his attire and predicament.
But hope can only rise so far when a man is in such a predicament.
He soon realised a door had fallen shut with the finality of a
condemned man’s prison cell. He would have to find a new gold club
maybe in another county.
By cutting short his lunch break and taking only one coffee break in
the afternoon he was able to complete nearly all of the chores by six
o’clock.
He then sat on the sofa, his heeled feet balanced on the coffee
table to rest his aching ankles and calves. Heels were a real pain to
wear continuously. He flicked through the ever informative Housewives
Journal to find some notes regarding the wearing of heels. He ended
up perusing an interesting item advocating that cushions should be
rearranged once a week ‘for an exciting new look’ to please the man
in your life and give him a home worth coming home to. He had barely
got to the sunny photographs depicting cushion layouts when he heard
a car pull up on the gravel outside the front windows.
He raced to the kitchen as quickly as possible, given the short
steps the heels required of him, where he pulled the bottle of
chilled white from the fridge. He heard the front door close and
smiled to himself, Sue would be so pleased with him tonight. Maybe
she would move the red box of release a day earlier. Perhaps even
release him tonight.
He minced to the front room riding high on optimism with the glass
rattling on the tray, the yellow cold nectar sloshing around its
meniscus but never enough to dribble over the side of the glass. He
entered the front room with a flourish.
“Shit!” he said under his breath.
“Little Davy you look really smart in your outfit.” Tom said from
the comfort of the sofa.
Susan smiled, “thank you. I have worked hard with him.”
David baulked. She worked hard with him! Didn’t he get any credit?
“Listen darling,” Susan lifted up her briefcase and snapped it open,
“Tom and I are going to be very late tonight. So if you’d be so good
as to make up the guest bedroom for him and prepare two places for
dinner.”
David felt a well of anger rise up from his gut forcing him to
swallow. She had barely glanced at him as she laid down her
stipulations. He drew the courage to answer her as politely as he
could. “Two places? Surely you mean three if Tom,” he spat out the
name ‘Tom’, “is staying.”
Sue looked up at him with her head crocked to one side. “I know what
I am saying thank you Davy. Your boss and I have important business
matters to attend to. Tom felt it would be a good idea if we mulled
it over during dinner tonight.” She placed a report on the coffee
table next to the Housewives Journal still open at the precise page
David had discovered that afternoon. “You may eat in the kitchen.”
David stared hard at Tom for support, but his former boss merely
shrugged, “hey don’t get upset Davy, it’s just that we’ve got a lot
of stuff to get through.” He smiled sympathetically. “It will only
bore you.”
Susan felt her cheeks glowing, she hoped her husband was not going
to show her up in front of their boss. “David, I trust I do not have
to repeat myself.”
With the glass rattling on the tray, David found his heeled feet
twitching nervously one in front of the other. “It’s just that I
won’t be bored and maybe I can help.”
The knowing smile his two managers exchanged crushed him to the
core. It was as if someone had sat on his chest forcing out all his
self worth.
“Darling,” she sighed opening the report and running a finger down
the index. “This is business. Now then I suggest that if you want to
see that red release day square getting closer I advise you to watch
that silly tongue of yours.”
She heard Tom cough, and felt that it was a sign of admonishment to
her though in fact he was hiding a laugh.
Knowing she could not let the staff get the upper hand especially
with Tom around, Sue sat bolt upright and added with a fixed smile.
“In fact I am of the opinion that you should be caned tonight for the
first time and then sent to bed early.”
David’s jaw fell as he saw Tom stare wide eyed at him awaiting his
reaction. He attempted to swallow, but his mouth had gone dry.
“Darling,” he tried a smile of his own but Sue flashed him a look
that said ‘don’t you dare try to mess with me!’
“That will be all, thank you.”
“Right, yes.” He backed away from them searching for some words to
justify himself. “Will there be anything else?”
“Yes, please bring a second glass of wine for our guest.”
“Yes of course.”
“With your written apology.”
“Oh!”
“Dismissed.”
David hung around in the doorway his troubled eyes scouring the
middle distance.
Pulling back her shoulders Sue mused, “I take it you have written it?”
“Well I er … there’s so much to do around the house…”
“You forgot didn’t you?”
He nodded and looked down at the carpet, “you can’t be serious
darling,” he whispered.
“You shall see how serious I am after dinner. Now, one glass of wine
for the moment please.”
He fled the room hearing them laughing as the door closed. Damn them
both! Cane him? Early to bed? And that letter of apology! How could
he have forgotten about it!
2.
The glass of wine rattled noisily on his tray as if it were the one
who was nervous and shaking, not David. He needed to stand up for
himself, say something, say anything. The world was spinning away
from him and curving out of sight like a Frisbee. He settled the
glass carefully on the table in front of Tom before stepping back.
Finally Susan put down her pen to glance up at him. “They’ll be
nothing further thank you David. Take a …” she paused and glanced
in the direction of Tom who prompted ’4 foot’ into her ear. “Ha yes.
Take a four foot length of cane up to the bedroom and wait. Erm.” He
eyes narrowed, “you should wait facing the corner.”
He caught sight of Tom wiping his mouth with the back of his hand,
certain that he was rubbing away a laugh. However, as he was coming
off second best far too often with his wife he did not want to row,
not now, not in front of Tom, so he simpered, a “yes dear” and stole
away.
The bedroom corner lay between a small book case and the window
across which the curtains had been drawn. He clenched his hands
behind him, hopping from one foot to the other as he rehearsed the
defence he would deliver to Sue.
Initially he had bravely sat on the bed next to the knobbly, four
foot, tomato plant cane. He planned to dart into the corner on
hearing her footsteps but soon became frightened at the thought she
might sneak up to the bedroom and find him being disobedient. That
would hardly give him an opportunity to give her a few home truths.
He glanced down at the bedside clock and saw that it was ten to
eight. How long had he been standing here all ready? The minutes
ticked by as he fidgeted restlessly. Finally he rested against the
wall with his shoulder, alleviating the burden from his aching feet.
“I had expected you to be standing to attention not leaning lazily
like that,” Sue said matter-of-factly as she marched into the room.
He leapt to attention, arching his back in an effort to be as
straight as humanly possible.
“That’s better. Now I hate doing this, oh do turn around Davy when I
am speaking to you!”
He spun around not daring to leave the corner. Thankfully she was
alone, Tom having remained downstairs.
“That’s better. Now I have seen the downstairs and, to be fair, I am
impressed.”
He found himself beaming at the rare compliment.
“I can’t say that the bathrooms are as neat as they might be, you
are reading Housewives Journal aren’t you?”
“Yes of course,” he gulped. “It is very instructive.”
“Mmm,” she nodded thoughtfully, “it can be. There is a feature on
cleaning bathrooms this week. Take a look. A good look! I expect a
big improvement in that area by the end of the week.”
“I will. In fact dear there is an interesting article in last weeks
on wives, er house wives, well those who stay at home, you know,” he
babbled, “and how they are treated and I thought you might like to
read that.”
She raised her eyebrows, “I hope you are not saying it is I who
needs to improve my act?”
“Oh no, no.” He cleared his throat, “well I have left it open and
perhaps you might like to read it.”
“Ok,” she replied sharply before dismissing the notion with, “if I
have time. But Tom is being very complimentary about my performance
as a manager and I am learning a great deal from him. I need to
listen and learn from him not those silly women’s magazines. Now
about this caning…”
She lifted up the cane and wafted it experimentally through the air
surprised at the delightful wispy, whipping sound. She waved it a few
more times before her mouth turned down. “Oh. I am not sure I can do
this.”
David nodded. “I understand dear.”
“But we feel, I mean I feel, that twelve strokes of this should be
equal to one day of reprieve. That would mean that if you were a good
office girl, er boy, then you would be released either tomorrow night
or the following morning.” She beamed up at him, “how does that
sound?”
He grimaced with his teeth clenched. “Do we have to?”
She smartly dropped the cane on to the bed quilt, “oh my word no. Of
course not. I can’t say I am looking forward to it. If you can
withstand a couple more days locked away in your chastity belt then
great.”
He winced. “Please love I ..”
“Ha yes I was getting to that. This darling business, and love stuff
and ‘dear this’ and ‘dear that’, well, it doesn’t sound very good in
front of the boss does it? I mean,” she laughed falsely, “I would
hardly expect Tabitha, Samantha or Linda to be so lovey-dovey to me
would I?”
“Well no but they aren’t your husband.”
“Husband?” her eyes widened. “Oh yes. But you aren’t my husband at
the moment are you? You are an office junior on the first days of her
employment. His employment.”
Her logic seemed inescapable. What had happened to the bimbo he
could always better in an argument?
“In fact Tom says they’ll all be doing it if I am not careful.”
“Doing what?”
“Not treating me with respect. Using my Christian name. Tom says he
has seen it happen so many times that a manager loses the respect of
his staff by becoming to familiar with them.”
“Tom?” he nodded. “I see.”
She brightened, “yes he thinks of everything doesn’t he? So you are
happy being locked away for another couple of days then.”
“No,” he lowered his head.
“I don’t follow.”
He coughed, examining the floor, “no I think, you should, you
know…” he nodded at the cane on the bed.
She folded her arms. “No. Do what?”
“Cane me.”
“You want me to cane you?”
“Yes please.”
“I wish you’d speak up. But all right. So from now on refer to Tom
as Mister Kingman and myself as Miss Aldridge.”
“Miss Aldridge? But you are my wife. That’s your maiden name!”
“I said that!” she brightened. “That’s what I told him but Tom of
course pointed out that I am not your wife in work. I am his then, if
you get my drift. And I am your boss now. If that makes sense?”
“You’re his?”
“Yes. I am employed by him. Paid by him so I am his. And you are my
domestic staff. So that’s why you should use my maiden name. Simple
isn’t it? Oh don’t groan like that. What on earth would Tom make of
it?”
“Look, erm, Miss Aldridge, you don’t have to except everything he
tells you. You should stand up for yourself.”
“Should I?” She became anxious. What would Tom think of her if she
were too compliant? Maybe David had a point.
“Yes. If you think something should happen and someone is saying it
shouldn’t then you should still carry on and make your point.
Underline your position of authority.”
She thought this through until she nodded. “So if a member of staff
is being disobedient I should be really firm with them.”
“Exactly!”
She picked up the cane. “That’s sounds right too. I’ll discuss it
with Tom later. But I agree with you, so I suppose you better take
those pants down and, I don’t know, bend over the bed? Or over that
chair? What do you think? Oh see you are groaning again! Oh please
hurry up Tom will be worrying about what we are getting up to.”
Watching his wife self consciously flay the cane around caught his
breath. He knew he had to steal himself, be brave. How painful could
it be? How humiliating? There was a lifetime of leisure awaiting him
if he could negotiate the ever increasing hurdles thrust in his path.
He laughed to cover his degradation. “I am sure I don’t need to take
down my,” he coughed, “my trousers.”
She wrinkled her nose, thinking it through. “Mmm. I think you do.
Shall I ask Tom?”
“No, no!” He waved his hands at her and knelt down by the bed. “Its
just that I think it’s a bit much that’s all.”
She came to a decision. “I’ll go downstairs and ask Tom. He’ll know.”
“No, wait. Look.” His fingers worked at the small of his back
releasing the top of his trousers and unclipping the belt. “I don’t
think we have to involve him in everything. After all dear you are
the one in charge.” He smiled up to her. It’s imperative to keep that
block head downstairs, as far away from his dilemma as possible.
She straightened, pulling her shoulders back, suddenly feeling six
feet tall. “Yes I am in charge aren’t I?” She giggled as she watched
her husband tug down the tiny zip at the back of his trousers. “Yes.
Me. I am the one who is manager here now.”
He wriggled the tight trousers down over the hips until they slid
easily over his black tights down to his knees. He rolled down the
lycra tights as if they were an outsized elastic band that snapped
around the lower part of his thighs, revealing the little white
knickers.
She tapped the cane against the panties. “Those too.”
He glared up at her. “I know! I know!”
Pursing her lips she cocked her head to one side, “I trust you
aren’t shouting at me dear?”
He blushed, “no Miss Aldridge,” before smiling bravely at her. “I am
just saying that ‘I know’ I have to pull them down.”
In the most excruciating moment of his life he pulled down the
knickers until they settled around his knees forcing his legs
together.
“That’s better,” she said feeling she ought to say something to
establish ‘who is in charge’. “Now lean across the bed.”
He swallowed and did as he was told burying his head into the quilt.
“Your bottom needs to be higher David. It’s pointing at the floor.”
“Oh yes,” he replied dryly manoeuvring his arse up higher.
“A bit more please.”
He moaned into the bed quilt as he arched his back.
In that precise moment of great change occurred in Sue’s household.
She looked down at her husband in his girl’s uniform, dutifully
exposing his buttocks for her to cane and her new persona fell around
her like a new dress. For the first time in her life she did not feel
mousy or hesitant. She was in control and managing was no longer an
onerous duty to be feared. It was a pleasant feeling of escape from
pressure. He had to do as he was told, David no longer had a choice.
In consequence the house would be tidy, meals would be cooked for
her, her clothes prepared and her new career would fly.
She brought down the cane but stopped it inches form his bum and
exclaimed, “oh!”
He glanced hopefully up at her.
She was nibbling her lip. Could she really hurt him like this? She
had never hurt another person in her life. But at least she would be
doing him a favour, she reasoned, as this would enable him to be
released from that funny little prison locked around his privates.
She took a deep breath, announced, “here we go Davy,” and let the
first strike land.
She put her hand to her mouth as she saw the reaction. It had only
seemed a little tap, the merest movement of her wrist but the result
appeared immediately: a little neat pink line growing dark red as she
analysed it. At the moment of impact her husband had jolted, arched
his back and sat up straight.
“Ow. You don’t have to hit that hard!” he complained rubbing at his
buttocks.
“Oh.” Her pink mouth pursed into an ‘O’ shapes. She actually hurt a
man. Inflicted such a sharp pain on him he criticized her for it. She
grew stronger by the second. “Don’t be a baby. Lie down.”
He made to argue but when she waggled the cane before his nose he
found himself settling back along the bed.
A swish was immediately followed by an almighty crack and another
squeal from her husband.
“Please Miss Aldridge. It really hurts.”
“Oh!” She beat him too hard? Was she really that strong? “But little
boys used to be caned like this. And didn’t they receive six of the
best?”
“I know,” he squirmed, “but this is probably a lot harder.”
“I am only tapping you!” Suddenly she was cross with him. Yes,
children once suffered with the cane. What a wimp he is. “Get back
down and do not get up until I tell you to do so!” She barked before
tutting insistently. “Silly little man!”
He collapsed back into position.
She cracked the cane hard twice in quick succession and again he
leaped up, his hands hovering over his hot, burning arse.
She stamped her foot. “Oh you really are a big baby. How are we
going to get through this if you keep jumping up all the time?”
He gritted his teeth, his backside singing with pain from the four
strokes. “Please, please,” he begged, his eyes watering, “I don’t
think I can take any more.”
“You can’t take as many as little boys in school could take a
hundred years ago? They may have suffered more for all I know! It’s a
well known fact. A man your age should be able to take,” she nibbled
her lip, “I don’t know – at least twelve – now get down and do not
get up again!”
By gripping the quilt he suffered the next two strokes by jolting
only from the waist up. The pain was indescribable. Like a thin
heated metal bar stuck to his flesh.
“That’s better,” she announced licking her lips. “I must have my way
in the work place. I am a top manager. A woman who can go all the
way. Tom says so.”
After the next two he bit his tongue aware of the grunts squeezed
from his mouth by the impacts. The tears dribbled along his nose
pooling on the bed quilt near his cheek. He sniffled listening to the
snot crunching in his nostrils.
The pain was searing, he felt red hot lines across his backside as
if he had sat on a barbeque.
Yet a further swish as the cane cut across the buttocks.
Suddenly he could take no more and catapulted backwards on to the
carpet at the foot of the bed where he rolled around clutching his
buttocks. His leg movements impeded by the trousers, tights and
panties.
“Jesus, no more. No More! Please!” he wailed.
She stood stunned, unable to reply. He lay before her pleading with
her. The power lay in her little hands. “Er, I have finished. That
was your twelve.” She watched him crying and squealing, his feet
kicking at the unyielding tights. She had spent her life being afraid
of everyone, of being physically weak. Hating even having to make a
complaint in a shop. Her worst nightmare was confrontation, yet she
had reduced her husband to the plight of a helpless, punished child.
Most extraordinary of all it had required very little effort. Just
short flicks from her wrist and here he lay sobbing like an infant.
“Oh.” She said before repeating, “oh” a few more times.
She realised she needed to take charge of the situation. Certainly
David was not in a position to take the initiative. If she did not do
something, anything, they could be here all night. “I can’t have you
rolling around up here when you are supposed to be serving our dinner
downstairs. Now pull yourself together. What on earth would Tom make
of this?”
He froze. Tom? He opened his eyes wide, “you are not going to tell
him are you?”
“Well,” she shrugged, “I am supposed to keep him informed, you know
from a business point of view, of all my dealings with staff. Anyway
he knew I was going to beat you.”
‘Beat you’. Even the words lit a fire in her tummy. She could beat
him. Anytime she wanted she could reduce him to a pitiful begging
slave. She would never be in awe of him again. All those times
arguments were lost simply because she was too worried to pursue her
point. Never again. She giggled out loud, she would never lose
another argument with her husband! In fact it would be a long time
before he dared enter a debate with her again.
“Why are you smiling?” he sniffed.
“Nothing to do with you,” she dropped the cane next to him. “Now put
this somewhere I can find it. Our wardrobe will do. And please pull
up your tights and knickers your willy looks so funny locked in that
tiny cage.”
The girl who had walked in to the bedroom fifteen minutes previously
always hesitated before saying hurtful remarks; the woman who dropped
the cane to the floor feared no one’s reaction to her comments.
The words ‘tiny cage’ made him twist over so he could tug up his
knickers over with his reddened backside with his back to her. Why
had Tom let her know he only took the size ‘tiny’ for cock cages? If
Tom knew the upset he was causing he would think twice before he
opened his mouth.
“And do dress properly and neatly. I don’t want you embarrassing me
in front of our boss.”
With that she was gone, a spring in her step, energy pounding
through her body, her mind racing over clouds.
When he heard the door downstairs close he whispered ‘bitch’ under
his breath, wriggling as he pulled tight the waist band of the
trousers, his fingers fumbling behind him for the miniature zip.
Jesus, his arse was still on fire, it glowed like a nuclear isotope.
“Bitch,” he quietly repeated.
3.
Whilst his wife and boss dined in the dinning room, David was
propped up on a fluffy cushion rocking on top of an unsteady stool in
the kitchen. He picked at his dinner squirming every so often to ease
the pain. By raising one cheek at the time he could alleviate the
discomfort on one side at the expense of inflicting further stinging
on the other.
By balancing his heels behind the support bar of the stool and
leaning forward he was able to raise a lot of his backside into the
air where it merely smouldered.
At that moment the golf course and pool bar were a million miles away.
If he were careful he would be released from the chastity belt
tomorrow. Of course considerable care would still have to be taken.
He needed to ensure enough housework completed to Susan’s
satisfaction if he were to have Friday morning off. Then it would be
off to join the golf course in the next county for a well deserved
break and to remind himself of what this sacrifice was all about: the
wife at work and he to indulge himself in a lifetime of playing pool
and golf.
“Davy?”
He put down his knife and fork and smoothed out any creases in his
blouse and trousers before making his way into the dinning room.
“Yes Miss Aldridge?” He hesitated near the door remaining out of
sight of Tom.
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” She arched her eyebrows, sipping
her wine.
“Oh?” desperately he peered around the door to check the table. All
the dishes, cutlery and condiments seemed to be present.
She noted his little boy lost look and giggled. “Oh don’t worry
Davy. It’s just that you haven’t brought Tom your apology. Remember?”
She looked at Tom and raised her eyebrows to the ceiling. “You’re
right office staff can be so ditzy!”
Tom nodded, “else they would be doing a job of greater value Sue,
just like I’ve been telling you.”
“Sue?” David pleaded, “must I? I haven’t finished my dinner yet.”
“Sue?” She asked with a gentle reminding smile.
“Miss Aldridge, sorry.”
“Better.” She basked in Tom’s nod of praise. “And as quickly as you
can. Tom and I are busy managers.” She smiled at him, “with a company
to run.”
David went straight to the office clutching his fists. He had never
apologised to anyone in his life but his hope that she would let the
matter drop proved too optimistic. He needed to end the night in her
good books for his long term plan to work out.
He threw himself into the office chair and squealed. When would he
be able to sit down comfortably again?
He called up the word processor and typed ‘apology’ as a heading
before slumping before the monitor, chin in hands, elbows on the desk.
“Oh bloody hell!”
He batted out ‘please Tom except my apology’. Then he erased it and
wrote, ‘Tom I am sorry.’ Somehow he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He
could just imagine Sue wanting to impress Tom by bullying him into
writing a more demeaning letter. He tapped out, ‘Tom except my
apology for my behaviour when I called you a few names.’
It still was not enough and he knew it. He erased it and typed out,
‘please Tom I am very,’ he liked the word ‘very’, and continued with
confidence, ‘sorry for saying naughty,’ his stomach tripped over at
the word naughty but what else could he say? ‘words I said about you.
Please except my apology. David.’
There and damn them! He printed it out and folded the paper
carefully into quarters before scrawling Tom’s name on it.
Moments later, feeling more nervous than an unprepared pupil walking
into an exam room, he knocked on the door to the dining room. When
Sue called out for him to enter he marched up to them as briskly as
the heels would allow before quickly handing the folded paper towards
Tom. Unmoved his boss simply stared at him.
David was taken aback. What was going on? He had permission to enter
and he handed him the apology he had been instructed to write. Hope
dawned faintly. Maybe they had changed their minds! Maybe the apology
was no longer necessary.
Finally Tom leaned back in his chair taking a drink from his glass
and said, “why don’t you read it little Davy?”
Little Davy! Had he forgotten how he hated that stupid put down! He
cleared his throat and fixed a grim smile, “I thought perhaps you
might just like to read it Tom.”
“Davy you know how I feel when a member of staff questions an
instruction. It ruins my day.”
Stealing an anxious glance at his wife David hoped for a reprieve
but she simply smiled and nodded. “You heard the man Davy. Get on
with it.”
Feeling sick as he unwrapped the slip of A4 paper with the dreaded
words printed on it, David wondered if he was going to faint. His
tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he took in the humbling
words.
“‘Please Tom I,” he coughed gathering strength.
Tom shook his head, “I am sorry, Davy I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” Susan rejoined, “speak up. I don’t want you mumbling an
apology. I am sorry Tom.”
Tom shook his head dismissing her fears.
Davy nodded, fixing his eyes on the humbling words, trying to shut
out all the shame he felt. He wriggled his burning bottom squashed
into the tight trousers and began again. “Please Tom,” he announced,
“I am very sorry for saying the naughty words I said about you.
Please except my apology. David.”
With his head still bowed he held his breath awaiting the reaction.
Sue was anxious, she could not interpret Tom’s expression at all.
Would it satisfy him? Finally Tom’s mouth curled down at the corners
and his head performed a bobbing motion. “I suppose it will do. Are
you going to add a day onto his confinement as well?”
David’s head shot up. What?
“A day?” Asked Sue smiling winningly. “I just caned him to reduce
his punishment by a day.”
Tom was astonished. “Well if you think that is sufficient then …”
he waved a hand casting doubt on her judgement.
David swallowed as his wife sat bolt up right.
Sue patted her fingers on the table. “Well I thought it would be
sufficient. Don’t you?”
Their boss swirled the wine around in his glass, his head still
bobbing from side to side. “I suppose so,” he sighed at length. “I
mean if you think that a few words counter such reprehensible,
challenging behaviour.”
“Oh I’m not saying that,” she said eagerly. “I see what you mean.”
She guiltily eyed her frantic looking husband. “Its just that, he has
been caned tonight.”
“True and I don’t wish to get in the way of my most senior manager,”
he paused as she basked in the word ‘senior’, “yes I don’t want to
get in the way of my most senior manager whilst she is dealing with
such, awful impudent behaviour.”
In dread David watched her nibble her lip. He had to say something.
“Please Susan, er Miss Aldridge I think …”
She pulled back her shoulders. “Really! I don’t think it matters
what you think does it?”
Tom hid a guffaw with a cough and dabbed the napkin over his lips to
hide the smile. This was too easy!
As she watched her husband blush furiously she found her self
becoming more and more irate. Really! He was showing her up again!
Was he doing it deliberately to mar her opportunities with Tom? Only
an hour before he had been rolling round with his exposed bottom
pleading with her to stop beating him and yet here he was answering
her back!
“I think I can see where you are coming from Tom. I must say I do
share your disappointment in his attitude. I am sure he is improving
though,” she added defensively.
“Definitely!” Tom insisted. “Definitely! Some improvement.”
Tom did not sound convinced and Sue patted her fingers once last
time, “David!”
He stood to attention still clutching his apology to Tom.
“Be a good boy and go to the chart in the office and move the red
box down one day.”
“Please Miss Aldridge we haven’t moved it a day forward yet so that
would make two extra days.”
“Oh this is intolerable. Tom do you see what I have to put up with?”
Tom shook his head and sighed. “Society today I am afraid. So little
respect,” he caught her eyes, “unless of course that respect is
taught in the work place as it certainly isn’t instilled in pupils in
schools.”
“Quite!” She clapped her hands together. “I have reached a decision.
A further two days for insolence. So move the red box down two days
please Davy.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yes Miss Aldridge.”
“And don’t forget you are having an early night after your impudence!”
“Yes Miss Aldridge.”
4.
Later as Sue rested her bruised brain on the back of the sofa, with
her eyes closed and alcohol washing through her veins she felt Tom
lightly stroke her bare arm.
She smiled at him. “Oh Tom you are so thoughtful. I don’t know where
I’d be without you.”
He took both her hands in his, squeezing her fingers. “You must take
credit where credit is due. It is difficult for Davy to realise that
he is now an office girl.”
She giggled, “office girl!”
“Well you know what I mean. He was a manager. I am sure that he
feels bad about you both swapping roles.”
“He does, doesn’t he! I am sure that he is looking to show me up in
front of you.” She spat. “I wish he would show a bit more respect,
after all I am his manager.”
“Well he is bound to resent seeing how successful you are when he
knows he was a failure.”
She twisted around so quickly she found herself almost mouth to
mouth with this masculine alpha male who was so protective to her.
“Please Tom you must understand that Davy has worked wonders around
here. He is vacuuming and dusting like an experienced housewife. And
you must admit the pasta tonight was very good.”
“Yes you have done well teaching him his housewifely skills. I think
you should work on his deportment somewhat though.”
“Oh? Deportment?”
“Why yes. A little more elegance in our office staff wouldn’t go
amiss. He’s always walking around with his hands hanging by his hips.
Have you seen how the girls keep their hands around waist height? Far
more elegant and in keeping with our upmarket operation.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“There you are.”
“Tom,” she paused, lifting up the magazine her husband had left on
the table. “I am a bit confused. You always know the answers to these
conundrums. Davy wanted me to read this article.”
Tom gently took one side of the magazine so it lay across their laps
offering him a splendid view of her gorgeous legs. He snuggled up to
her under the guise of attaining a better reading position. “About
which lingerie is best for you?”
She giggled, “no this. About a man who asks his wife to help with a
barbeque.”
Tom studied it, staggered his senior manager could not see the
obvious point about wife bullying.
“I mean what’s wrong with a sun dress?” She asked incredulously.
“Ha!” Tom exploded. “Yes. Exactly. Do you not see what Davy is
saying to you?”
She checked desperately through the article for further clues as to
what her perceptive boss spotted. All she could ascertain was how a
silly nagging housewife felt sorry for herself and felt compelled to
whine to a magazine. She wished she had time to feel sorry for
herself.
“He cannot say it out loud of course, but he wants you to make him
wear a sundress.”
“But why …”
He placed his finger on her lips and she found herself gently
kissing it with a little peck.
“Who knows? He has been wearing girls clothing now for a few days.
And he has not complained about that has he?”
“No but …”
“I think you can afford to reward him a little. You see his little
face light up when you lay out a sundress for him tomorrow.”
“Oh. I have read about men like that in my women’s magazine. But I
never thought that David …”
“They are difficult to spot. A deep secret locked within themselves.
Must be agony for them. He does seem to have jumped at the
opportunity to wear the office girl uniform.”
“You think so?”
Tom laughed, “Can you imagine any other man allowing himself to be
dressed in women’s clothes?”
“I suppose so. I never thought of it before.” She didn’t like the
idea of her husband in a sundress but if it made him happy then she
could perhaps suffer a few pangs of embarrassment for him. “Well he
has had it tough. You mean let him wear it as a reward to him after
all he has been through?”
“Stick and carrot, or cane and sundress hey?”
“Oh Tom you are so clever, and thoughtful, I really don’t know how
I’d cope…”
Suddenly she was kissing him as his arms gently gathered her up. She
had never felt such strength before. “Oh Tom, Tom!” She writhed away
placing her hands against his chest to keep their distance. “Oh Tom,
Tom what must you think of me?”
Tom cursed under his breath before patting her thigh. “Don’t worry
Sue. It must be difficult for a young virile woman like yourself when
your husband can’t, well, you know.” He winked warmly. “Shall we say,
satisfy her?”
She became wide eyed with relief. “You understand! It is so
difficult for me. That chastity belt and his silly infractions punish
me as much as him! He is too selfish to appreciate my longings!”
“Oh I must think of a way around that,” Tom nodded, carefully
studying her out of the corner of his eye. “I mean managers who are,
shall we say, unsatisfied in someway in their private lives cannot
perform to their fullest potential in the office.”
“Exactly!” She laughed. “That’s why I am not always operating at my
best! Oh Tom!” She threw her arms around his neck and let him cuddle
her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
5.
“You are not permitted to say anything until I get home. Tom says I
should punish you if you speak.” Sue smiled at her husband drying
himself after his morning shower, his eyes huge like a rabbits. She
felt his fear as if it were a tangible presence in the room and that
power made her skin tingle like a little orgasm.
She held up the short orange sundress. “I read that article of yours
and naturally I saw right away what you are getting at,” she lied
before wagging a finger at him, “na, na. No talking remember?”
David’s mouth fell open. How the hell had she got that idea? Why had
he married such a bimbo!
She screwed up her nose, “well Tom’s idea really but I agree with
it. I don’t want you gushing all over me to thank me. So you must
wear this all day and I will pop home at sometime to check that
everything is all right. I’ve left out some sandals of mine, your
ankle boots obviously won’t look right in a sundress. The heel is
only a little taller than the boots but they are narrower, so please
take care. I don’t want any twisted ankles. Oh look there are tears
of gratitude in your eyes. Oh I could kiss you but I don’t want to
smear my make up. So I’ll see you later.”
She made to leave but stopped, turned on her heels and embraced her
husband giving him a peck on the cheek. “Maybe we can advance your
box up a day! Wouldn’t that be good? Yes? For both of us?”
She left him holding up the sundress in what she took to be ecstatic
surprise.
6.
Tabitha had to lean forward and arch her back to stay in position as
Tom humped and groaned. She dug her heels into the carpet pushing her
arse back so she could sit her sopping pussy perfectly on his erect
member and guide it to her chosen spots.
With her back to him Tom found it easy to grip her tits and cruelly
twist her nipples.
“You love this don’t you whore?”
She groaned and orgasmed. In a single moment Tom hoisted Tabitha
from her impalement and flung her to the floor at his feet.
Looking quizzically up at the big brute she caught her breath. “But
you haven’t come?”
He pushed his stiff member away before zipping himself. “Saving
myself for tonight. Always have a fully loaded gun for a new
conquest! You’ve sorted the tickets haven’t you?”
She found her soaked panties and pulled them up her stockinged legs.
“Oh yes two plane tickets plus the hotel accommodation.”
“One double room?”
“Yes.”
“Over-looking the swimming pool?”
“Everything as usual. Just like when we went.”
“Good,” he stood. “And these Brander and Shaker characters?”
“Brand and Spiky and don’t get heir names wrong. They won’t like it.”
He laughed before kicking her off balance flinging her beneath his
desk. “They don’t scare me. You’re just a little tramp and your
husband is a sissy wimp.”
She smiled. “I know.”
“And he is a maid because of their training?”
“I’ve told you. They changed the both of us. And they said they’d
help you.”
“See what I told you? Five grand buys a lot of favours from anyone.
They’ll do what I want.”
Tabitha crawled out from the desk. “I don’t think it was the money.”
Tidying himself he guffawed, “don’t you believe it. Money talks. I
know men like that.”
She knelt, looking up at him. It was never wise to correct Tom, she
only liked being punished before an orgasm. A beating after she came
merely felt like uncomfortable pain.
“So these two men, what ever their names are, know where they are
supposed to be? They know what is demanded of them?”
Tabitha giggled. “It’s all in place. I just wish I could be there.”
Tom laughed as he left the office. “I bet, just to see Davy’s face
when he meets these two blokes.”
“More to see your face,” she whispered to herself before giggling
again.
End of part four