Discipline for Craig

By Jocelyn

This is Craig’s account of his treatment from his wife and her four strict friends.

Hi Jocelyn,

Well we talked it over after reading your advice about whether Melinda would bring her friends around to demonstrate how to keep a male disciplined. Well, taking your advice into account,  we decided to go ahead. This is what happened…

Mel said that there were four friends. One whose husband had asked her to dominate him and she really didn’t think she could do it in the bedroom.  But, she did enjoy having men in her power as she was in quite a senior position in a corporation, though in the office she had to be very subtle.  The other three were just interested too see how males were disciplined as they thought it was about time for women to take control.

Melinda suggested that I stay in the bedroom until they’d all arrived and had a couple of drinks. I was very nervous and when she finally called me into the main lounge I was practically trembling with anticipation.  The room went quiet and all eyes settled on me as I entered. I swallowed.  “This is Craig.” Melinda said, rather unnecessarily I thought.

A smartly dressed woman in a business suit, with short blonde hair rose from the armchair and came over to me. She was in her late forties to mid fifties and she’d really got into the mood as she immediately said, “I’m Jean, but you may call me ma’am.”   Melinda had obviously briefed them well.

“I’m Jackie.”  Said a girl in her twenties. She had raven hair tied back, and a white blouse with red scarf. There was a glint in her eye that sent a tingle up my spine.

“Zoe”. Said a young dark haired girl in a mauve dress, with a permanent grin.

“Chris”.  Another blonde, with dark eye make up and a cold expression of petulance.  

“Why have you come in fully dressed?” Melinda snapped. 

“I, I hadn’t thought…”  I said quietly.

“Well!”  Melinda’s eyes narrowed.

I slipped off my shirt,  pulled off my shoes and socks and slid down my trousers and underwear. I was careful to put my hands to my side. 

“He’s not very big is he.”  Zoe giggled.

“Wait and see.”  Melinda said. She came up to me and cupped my balls.  “This is our power base ladies.”  Several gave a slight nod.  “Never, ever, let them climax until you are ready.”  She took the tip of my penis between her thumb and forefinger. “Mr floppy?” 

“I didn’t want to offend any ladies.” 

“Now, men only understand one punishment – pain.”  She went over to the corner of the room and picked up a hairbrush.  “Now Craig, what name do we give to the hairbrush?” She asked sternly, tapping it on her palm.

“Greta, mistress.”

She turned to the others.  This one stings and I use this on him mainly for humiliation.  “Touch your toes Craig. Time for correction.”

I obeyed immediately and I heard a few sniggers from the ladies.  Suddenly there was a stinging blow to my cheeks and the sound of a slap.  I drew a sharp intake of breath.  “Thank you my mistress, my wife.”  I said. 

Melinda gave quick cold smile.  “You see, not particularly painful. You may rise.” She said

I stood up and there were a few raised eyebrows at my growing erection.

“It’s time for a little correction Craig.”

“Now Craig, we have a little task for you don’t we ladies.”  She nodded to Jean, who gave a brief nod back and went out towards our bedroom. “Jean has never had oral sex.” Melinda said to me.  “She’s going into our bedroom to get undressed, as she doesn’t want to dirty her clothes.  Meanwhile, I’m going to let Jackie try this out.” She handed the hairbrush to Jackie. “Just four strokes, we’ve plenty of time. Bend over Craig.”

I did as she commanded and Jackie stood over me.  “I understand from Mel that you have a good philosophy in life?” She said.  “Explain it to me.” She fondled the hairbrush.

“All men should be subservient to women.”   I started, bracing for the blow from Greta. “We should obey them at all times.  Our purpose is to serve their needs and any transgressions  must be punished.

“How?”  She snapped.

“Minor transgressions by physical punishment or chores.”  I answered.

“What about really bad transgressions?”  She growled. “Such as rape.”

“Just bend over now, there’s a good boy.”

“Rapists and child molesters should be surgically castrated – no appeal. That includes offences within marriage. I think wives should own their husband’s testicles, along with the right to have them removed, when they see fit.” 

“Good. And you’ve not behaved yourself have you.”  She sneere

“I’m sorry Mel.” I said, looking towards my wife. Then flinched as the hairbrush seared my backside.

“What do you say?” Melinda barked.

“Thank you mistress Jackie”. I cried, hearing Zoe giggle.  The next stroke was even harder and I couldn’t help but whimper. 

“I think I could enjoy this.”  Jackie preened in pleasure as she delivered the final two strokes.  My rear stung with a burning fury.  I waited until Jackie gave me permission to rise blushing at the grins as my stiffening organ swung to and fro. 

“Right.”  Melinda said, “attend now to Jean in the bedroom”.

   I nodded and went obediently off, towards our bedroom.

Jean was waiting for me, settled in our black leather computer swivel chair, wearing only her beaded necklace.  I stood before her and gazed at her pendulous breasts and generous hips. I thought I detected a faint glimmer of amusement in her eyes. 

“Now Melinda says you are very good at this.” She whispered to me. “If I’m disappointed then your lovely wife has given me permission to tenderise your rear with… Crystal.” 

Crystal was the crop and the most painful of all implements.  I shuddered at the thought and promptly knelt between her thighs.   “I’ll do my best my ma’am.”  I promised with some urgency.

“

You won’t disappoint me will you Craig?”

I pushed my face forward and nuzzled her womanhood, my tongue flicking into the crevice, seeking her clit.  Once the love button was located I tickled it teasingly. Then rotated my tongue driving it into her as deeply as possible. Then sucked and returned to her clit, relishing the fragrance of her and listening with some gratification and relief as she purred in pleasure. 

Her hands clung the back of my head forcing me into her with her hips moving against me.  Harder and harder as I tickled her love spot.  Her breathing became heavier and she was suddenly gulping in air, with a slow deep growl coming from her lips.  I felt her fingers gripping my hair when, suddenly she groaned loudly and her whole body relaxed. She closed her legs, forcing me away.

“That wasn’t bad at all.”  She murmured. “Now, go away and let me dress.” She dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

I returned meekly to the main room and the girls looked at me with expectation.  “She seemed satisfied.”  I said as humbly as I could manage.

“I should think so!”  Melinda said. “Otherwise you’d have had a taste of Crystal”. They all laughed at the look of horror on my face.

“Now, on you knees and kiss Zoe’s feet.”  Melinda instructed. “This, girls is to demonstrate how the male pays homage to the female.

 I knelt before Zoe and kissed her feet, then looked up to see if she was pleased with me. A big mistake as I found myself staring up between her shapely thighs.

“The dirty sod is looking up my skirt.” Zoe exclaimed indignantly.

Melinda stormed over to me and hissed in my ear that I had just insulted a female.  This was a more serious offence than merely turning up fully dressed and would require strict punishment. 

“I didn’t intend to.”  I said lamely and was about to rise when Zoe told me to stay where I was. “You like looking up girls skirts do you, you little perv?” She mocked

“Looking up a girls skirt deserves

a much harsher punishment.”

“I’m sorry.”  I cried.

“Chris”  Melinda snapped. “I think it’s your turn now.  This is more serious as men should never insult women in this way.”  She went over to the implement corner and my heart sank.

When she returned I saw her hand over ‘Vera’, the name she’s given to the cane, to Chris who lovingly flexed it maliciously in her hands.  We had agreed prior that the cane would not be used and I trembled.  But Melinda believed in the adage of sparing the rod and spoiling the child.

“Not too hard Chris.” Melinda said.  “We don’t want him coming off the boil do we..”

Chris’s lips curled with a sneer of derision.  “I would like to say that this will hurt me more than it will you Craig, but I’m afraid that will not be the case.  I do not condone men taking advantage of women and it’s time  you paid a very painful price.”

“I didn’t mean it.”  I gabbled.

“Raise your arse.” She snapped. 

I looked at her with some trepidation, but did as I was told.

“Prepare yourself Craig. This is going to hurt.”

Incongruously my attention wandered to the picture on the wall beside her, of a boat on the seashore. I wished I were there.

“Now, now Chris.” A voice broke into the room.  It was Jean returning.  “He did rather well, have a little compassion, just this once hey?” 

“Mm, it’s stick and carrot principle.”  Melinda readily agreed.  “They must get a little pleasure now and again.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Just two strokes then.”  Chris pouted disappointedly.  Then the cane whistled and I yelped as a red slash cut across my rear.  The next had me whimpering, but Chris was as good as her word and stepped back. “You’ve got off very lightly.”  She said reluctantly.

Melinda stepped forward. “Now Craig, you will serve us for the rest of this evening.  Our drinks need replenishing. Come on, snap, snap!” She clapped her hands.

I immediately stood and for the rest of the evening attended diligently to their needs.  I ignored their jibes and derogatory comments at my intermittent erections and just hoped Melinda would allow me some relief at the end of the evening.

Well joss, that’s exactly how it happened and there’s a chance that they’ll be around again. I’m not sure if I would like Chris to come again though as I got the impression she doesn’t like men much. It might not stop at two strokes next time!

My grateful thanks, from a mere male,

Craig.