My Wish Was Her Command

by Dan Moran

  “Good. Now you’re going to get fifty whacks.” And with that, she commenced smacking my freshly waxed ass cheeks. She worked rapidly but a little more lightly than usual. This was good; even though I wanted and loved the spanking, my skin was still raw from the multiple waxings. I remained absolutely still as I took my swats, making up for the “disobedience” that was the premise of this punishment. It was very hard not to come, but I was sure that this would not be a good thing to do, here in this room, especially without Justine’s permission. So, with a supreme effort, I held back my orgasm while being spanked naked by Justine in front of a woman I’d only met a couple of hours before.

  “There!” she said as she gave me the final smack. “Now, up.” I got to my feet and stood before her, grinning.

  “Wow,” said Rachel. “He really does love it, doesn’t he? Oh, I wish I could do that to my husband. He’s such a stupid prick sometimes. I’d love to get him over my lap like that and be the one to smack him into shape.”

  “Well,” Justine said, “why not start with a little practice? He really disobeyed both of us, so I think you should get to give him fifty smacks, too.”

  “Oh, can I?” She actually jumped a little and clapped her hands together.

  “Of course. Do you want him over your lap?”

  “No, I’ve got a better idea. Back on the table, you bad boy! Face down!”

  I feigned a pout and purposely hesitated a little, even though I was totally eager for more spanking. As expected, I felt a hard smack from Justine, who had gotten to her feet and was standing behind me. “Don’t dawdle! Get your ass on that table!” She gave me another smack, and I smiled and almost leaped onto the table in my excitement.

  Once I was on my stomach, I heard Justine say, “Now, make sure not to do it too hard. We can’t have any serious marks. We’re having a little photo session in two days, and I want his ass looking fresh.”

  “Okay, no marks. I was hoping to use this on him.”

  “Ooo, that looks good,” Justine answered. Rachel then walked to the head of the table and showed me what she was talking about. She held a very large hairbrush in her right hand. It was made of smooth, polished, light-colored wood, was square in shape, and was about the size of a small frying pan. It was certainly the largest hairbrush I’d ever seen. I started to wonder where she’d acquired such a thing, then remembered that this place was a salon. They cut and styled hair in addition to waxing people and letting them tan.

  Rachel bent down to give me a closer view of the brush and to grin in my face as she said, “That’s right. I’m going to spank you. I’m going to smack your bare ass with this brush and turn your cheeks red. Tell me you deserve it.”

  “Oh, I do. Please. I deserve the hard spanking you’re going to give me.”

  “I’m glad you agree. Now don’t disobey us again—I want you to stay still for this spanking.”

  “I’ve got an idea,” I heard Justine say. “Let’s teach him a little extra lesson about staying still.”

  Rachel walked out of view, and I heard them whispering. Then I heard drawers being opened, along with some general rummaging. After a few moments, the two of them stood at the head of the table where I could see them. They held piles of bunched up cords and ropes in their hands. I couldn’t imagine why a salon would have that on hand, but I didn’t have time to wonder as Justine said, “I think you know your misdeed, but I want to make sure you remember it. When I tell you to be still, you must obey. Since you had trouble staying still, we’re going to help you out for this next round of spanking. We’re going to tie you in place. That way you won’t be able to move even if you want to. As you receive your punishment from Rachel, I want you to reflect on this problem and feel what it’s like not to move.”

  “As you wish,” I answered, shaky with anticipation.

  The two of them then proceeded to tie me to the table. They passed a rope over my lower back and tied it under the table. Another loop was added just below my buttocks, then another around my ankles. Then I felt them tying a cord around each ankle. “Just for good measure,” Rachel said, “we’re going to tie each foot to one of the table legs.” They passed another rope over my upper back, just under my armpits. “This is fun,” said Rachel. “Let’s keep going.” They added another loop around the backs of my knees, midway up my legs, even though my legs were so tightly secured by then that I couldn’t even wiggle them. Then they pulled my arms down on either side of the table, tying my wrists and my elbows to the table legs.

  “Try moving around,” Justine said when they’d finished. I did but couldn’t manage anything more than a slight wiggle of my shoulders. They both smiled broadly. “Good. You’re totally bound now. Think about how bad you were to wriggle around so much while Rachel was generous enough to wax you for me. Think of the extra trouble you caused her. You were bad, bad, bad. You deserve every hard smack she’s going to give you. And I’m going to enjoy watching her do it.”

  Without saying anything, Rachel landed the first swat on my left cheek with a loud smack! I grunted a little. “What was that?” said Rachel, spanking my right cheek. “I thought I heard something!” Splat! Swat!

  “Ow!”

  “What do you mean, ‘Ow’?” she demanded. “You like this, don’t you?” Whack! “You know you deserve it!” Smack smack! “You know how bad you’ve been! Bad! Bad! Boy!”

  “Ah! Aww owww yessss I’ve been bad....”

  “Then stop whining!” Spank! “Take your spanking and next time be good!”

  “Oh! I will...”

  Justine said, “You should also thank Rachel for giving you this spanking. Not everyone is so understanding of your needs. Not every woman can give a bad boy what he deserves. Tell her how much you appreciate it.”

  “Oh, I—ow! I do—Ah! ouch! Appreciate it! Ow! Ooo! Thank you Rache—OUCH! Thank you! Oh yes I’m so tha—ah! Thankful for—nngh! Your! Help!”

  And she spanked and smacked away, keeping up a good pace, really getting into it. I know that she went well beyond fifty. I didn’t care; I loved it and knew that Justine would stop her if she went on for too long. I lay helpless and immobile, my nude body bound for the pleasure of this woman’s desire to punish my bare flesh at her disposal. I knew that Justine was looking on approvingly, and I felt even more love and arousal knowing I was fulfilling her wishes as well.

  “And let that! be a lesson! to you!” Rachel finally said as she gave me the last and hardest smacks. “Now, think about it for a while.”

  “Yes,” Justine said. “Take some time to linger on this punishment. Feel your nakedness, your helplessness, your bound condition, and the sting in your submissive little ass. And know that I can do this to you any time I like. And I can give you over to any woman I like. I have command over you. Never forget that you are mine.”

  With that, the two of them walked out. I heard them in the kitchen, pouring beverages, talking, laughing lightly. I overheard casual bits of conversation about the salon. I thought about everything Justine had said, and my need for orgasm had passed on to become something even deeper. I felt as if I was having a slow orgasm in my soul, filled with complete delight at being so much under the command of my gorgeous wife. The feeling of belonging to her so completely brought me a kind of happiness I’d never experienced before we started engaging in this power play. I smiled and enjoyed the rest of my designated punishment until the two of them came back.

  “Okay,” Justine said. “Time to go home.” They went around undoing the knots they had tied, releasing me bit by bit. When the last bit of rope was gone, Justine helped me to my feet and kissed me. “My sweet husband,” she said. “Everything okay?”

  “Everything’s wonderful,” I replied. “I love you.”

  “God,” said Rachel, “I wish I could get my husband to say that once in a while. You guys are so sweet.” She spoke normally once again, with no hint of command, and she was cleaning up around her counters. I began to get dressed.

  “An
ything we can do to help?” Justine asked.

  “No, that’s okay,” she said, removing the towels from the table and tossing them into a bin already full of rumpled cloths. “I’ve just got a few things to finish up here.”

  “Well, thanks so much,” Justine said, stepping forward to shake her hand. “I really do appreciate your help.”

  “Me too,” I said.

  She smiled. “Well, I appreciate you sharing. I really enjoyed that. And hey, if you’re willing, I’d like to see some of those pictures you’re planning on taking in a couple of days.”

  Justine looked at me. I nodded. “We’ll send you some,” I said.

  Then, we simply said our good nights and left as if we had just been in the salon for some ordinary haircuts.

  “Well?” Justine said when we were in the car and headed home. “What did you think of all that?”

  I smiled. “It was great. I had a lot of fun. I like being shared by you. I love you punishing me in front of another woman, and I love knowing you’re standing there watching and enjoying when she does it to me. It’s all great. I’ve got the most raging boner.”

  “Ha! Well, you’ll have to live with that a little longer. I’m not letting you come yet. How about the waxing? How do you feel?”

  “It’s weird, but good. It definitely hurt, but in a good way, because you were there. Now my skin still stings, but it also feels refreshed. It’s strange, almost like I’ve been dipped in menthol or something. But the hairless sensation is cool; my whole body is much more sensitive. I can feel every little brush and rustle of my clothes, and it’s very erotic. It’s like it makes me aware of my nakedness within the clothes.”

  “Sounds good,” she said. “And we’re almost done. But remember, you’ve still got a bit of hair left under there. And I’m going to take care of that personally.”

  Once we were home, Justine said, “I’m going upstairs to get a bathrobe and some other stuff. Draw me a hot bath and pour us some wine.”

  I did as she instructed, starting the bath water right away, adding some of the bubble bath she enjoyed so much. I turned on the small radio we kept in the far corner, finding a classical station and keeping the volume low. As the water splashed noisily and the mirror above the sink began to steam up, I poured the last of our open bottle of wine into a glass, which didn’t quite fill it. I found another bottle of the same stuff and opened it, then poured both glasses full. Justine came down after a few minutes, wearing her big white bathrobe and carrying a small toiletry kit. She picked up her glass, said, “strip,” and sipped her wine.

  Shedding my clothes right there in the kitchen, I felt the cool air over my now hairless skin. “Bring your wine,” she said, and turned to leave the kitchen. I followed her into the steamy bathroom, where the tub was nearly full. “Shut off the water,” she told me, taking another sip of wine. I bent over to shut off the tap, and the room grew quiet. I turned to her and took a sip of my own wine; then I was overwhelmed by a sudden, perverse desire.

  “Justine?” I asked, unable to conceal the pleading tone in my voice.

  “Yes, my love?”

  “This may sound weird, but... would you... will you hurt me, just a little? Right now? However you want? I just... need it. Please?”

  She smiled. “Of course. Here.” She handed me her glass, which I took in my free hand. “Now hold those glasses of wine out at your sides, with straight arms, at shoulder level.”

  I did this, my breath shallow with excitement, wondering what she would do. She just smiled at me for a few seconds, then suddenly reached forward with both hands and pinched my nipples, hard. I gritted my teeth as she held the tender flesh tightly between her thumbs and forefingers, and I grunted when she twisted and pulled, trying to keep my arms still so as not to spill any of the wine. My dick was pointing as high as it could, totally aroused by all of this.

  “Well?” said Justine, pinching even harder and pulling steadily. “What do you say?”

  “Thank you,” I managed to say, and she let go, still smiling. She patted me on the cheek. “How was that?”

  “See for yourself,” I said, glancing down.

  “Mmm, I see. Now, put the wine down and take my robe. Hang it up on the hook, and don’t let it touch the floor.”

  I did this, and she stepped into the sudsy water, lowering herself slowly. “Ohhhh, this is perfect,” she said with a deep sigh. “Now, bring me my wine. Then kneel by the side of the tub. You don’t have to do anything. I just want to see you kneel.”

  I was in ecstasy as I knelt there, my dick pulsing for her as she stared and smiled and drank her wine. When she finished, she held out the empty glass, and I took it and walked on my knees to our cabinet, putting the glass down beside my own. I knee-walked back to the tub, and she said, “Wash my back.”

  I used a large purple bath sponge to slowly scrub her shoulders, her neck, her upper back. I lowered the sponge into the water and ran it over her lower back, caressing the top of her ass. She turned in the tub, facing me, and said, “Now wash my front.” She leaned back and stuck her chest out as I sponged her collarbone, her sternum, her stomach. I circled her breasts with the sponge and saw her wet nipples stiffen. Her eyes were half-closed, and I saw that her left hand was thrust into the water where her crotch would be. I began gently rubbing her breasts with the sponge, using my hands to scoop more soapy water onto her glistening tits as she stroked herself under the sudsy surface. When her breathing grew quicker, I dropped the sponge and just groped her, squeezing the lovely, pale, soft flesh, tapping her nipples with the very tips of my fingers until she gasped and shuddered. I let my hands remain on her breasts but kept them still. When the last twitches of her orgasm were over, she opened her eyes and I released her. “Bring me that toiletry kit,” she said.

  I fetched the little bag and she opened it, rummaging. “Sit on the edge of the tub. Right here. Feet in the water. Spread your legs.” I obeyed, and she pulled out a small pair of shiny scissors. “First, we need to trim this hair.” She went to work, snipping away as I watched. After trimming the top part of my pubic hair, she started trimming the hair on my balls, which made me just a bit nervous because of the speed with which she worked. Finally, she put the scissors back in the bag and said, “Now bring me your shaving kit.”

  I returned with my razor and my shaving gel. She pumped a generous amount of the gel into her hand and rubbed it all over my cock and balls, then began carefully and delicately shaving me. My cock was easy since it was completely hard and the skin was taut, but my balls took a bit more care. Eventually, though, she managed to scrape off every last hair on my genitals. She splashed a lot of water onto my crotch and told me to hand her a towel, which I could just reach from where I sat. She carefully toweled me off, then did a close inspection, moving my ball sack this way and that to be sure she had gotten everything. “There,” she said finally. “What do you think?”

  “It’s unusual,” I said. “I’ve never shaved this part before. It’s a fun sensation.”

  “I love it,” she said, holding my engorged dick and looking up at me. “Now you’re totally naked. Completely. Your body is fresh and clean and smooth. You’re my shaved, naked slave.”

  Then she put her mouth over my cock head, and I gave a loud “ohhhhh...” as I felt the slickness of the hot saliva glide over me, felt the softness of those lips enclosed around my swollen flesh. She hummed and moaned as she bobbed her head, and I could not last any longer with those wonderful blowjob skills of hers. I came in about fifteen seconds, grunting with the force of the first spurts, sending a dozen or more shots of sperm into her mouth. After spending the last hours keeping my lust in check while being over-stimulated, this release was pure bliss.

  Justine gulped down everything I gave her, then looked up at me again and smiled. “Feel better?”

  “Oh, God yes! That was fucking fantastic. Oh, wow... what a night!”

  “Good. I’m ready to get out now. Pull the drain plug and get me a fr
esh towel.” She stood in the tub as I did these things, soapy water cascading off her naked form, her bush dripping, her nipples stiffening again in the cooler air. She sighed and stretched, clasping her hands together over her head. Some strands of wet hair were stuck on her forehead. I paused with her towel in my hand and just drank in her beauty.

  “You know,” I said, “I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than you in my whole life. You are a goddess.”

  She smiled and kissed me. “Thanks, honey,” she said, taking the towel and drying herself off. “And you’re about the most gorgeous manservant a goddess could ask for.”

  “You’re too kind.”

  “Perhaps. I’m also dead tired. I need some sleep. Here, take the towel and give me my robe. Now, I’m going up to bed. Before you join me, I want you to clean the tub. And don’t forget to finish your wine.”

  “OK,” I said, giving her another kiss and kneeling down to start scrubbing the tub. As I bent over the tub with a small green sponge, Justine suddenly sat on me, pinning me to the tub. She faced the other way and gave me a few hard spanks. Then she got up and said, “Just for good measure.”

  “Thanks,” I said, smiling back at her. “Good night. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

  “Good night.”

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  Chapter 10

  I was so excited about Saturday that I could barely sleep on Friday night. Although I’d had tons of pictures taken of me by now, none had been done by someone with high-end cameras; and although I’d just been spanked by a woman other than Justine on Thursday night, Rachel had never done it before, whereas Diane had decades of experience. I didn’t know how much she’d end up being involved, and I didn’t know what to expect from her.

  I also didn’t know if Justine planned to have sex with her, but I thought it likely. Justine had told me when we’d first met that she’d had a few romps with women in her college days, but they’d always been one-night stands, and most were with inexperienced women trying it out for the first or second time. She’d mentioned way back then that some part of her wanted at least one more chance to sleep with a woman, and to do it right, with a woman experienced with these matters. I told her that if and when that day came, I’d be all right with it. Now, I had a feeling this would be the day.