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DOMINANT WIVES ANTHOLOGY

by Lewis Stone


Please Stop, I've Had Enough!

William looked at the four women standing and staring at his naked body in the room. They were all fully dressed, and three of them were holding some type of instrument in their hands. His wife Pam had insisted he needed discipline beyond what she could deliver to him so she had arranged for the four women to discipline him that afternoon before he came home. If he did not co-operate with them, he would not be allowed to return home until he had; Pam had made that clear as she sent him on his way that afternoon.

On entering the room he was instructed, "From this moment on you will only address us as Ma'am or Miss even though you know all of our names, do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I will only call you Ma'am or Miss, that is clear," he responded.

"Good boy, William, now strip everything off and be quick. Don't ask any questions or comment, we are here to discipline you, not to listen to you whine or ask stupid questions. Do it NOW!"

William stripped down and waited, while one of the women continued.

"Bend over and hold your knees, and do not let go until we tell you. If you break position we will keep on going on this first of four parts until you obey and hold position."

William bent to grab his knees and waited. The four ladies lined up behind him, and soon the first paddle was smacking his bare bottom hard and fast. The first lady smacked him five times before stepping away to rejoin the line at the back. Each of the women gave him five hard smacks, and then the first woman repeated her five smacks, but this time on his upper thighs as well as his now bright red bottom. William was yelling by time the third lady had started with her paddle, and by the time each of the women had gone through the line twice he was bawling, but he never broke his position, his hands never once leaving his knees.

When the last woman gave him her last five smacks, William said for the first time, "Please stop, I've had enough," but to no avail as the women made it clear his punishment would continue.

Another of the women told him to stand in the corner while they prepared for his next punishment. Five minutes later, he had to cross the room and lay over the woman's lap and got fifty from her hand. Those hand slaps across his already red butt stung like crazy, and he was soon bawling, kicking, squirming and bouncing on her knee every time her hand connected with his bum. The hand slaps from all the women were hard and fast, but he got fifty from each of the women, leaving his butt a red mass of stripes from the paddles and hand prints.

Then he was again in the corner, this time for an hour. Right after he again repeated, "Please stop, I've had enough."

The third woman stated, "We are going to continue, and we hope you are learning that when Pam tells you something you WILL do it without question; there will be no arguing or discussion about it, she requires your immediate obedience. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What do you understand, William, and you had better be very clear about what I said?" the woman asked.

He replied, "That when Pam tells me to do something I will do it without question, I will not argue or discuss it."

William thought about his relationship with his wife Pam while he spent the hour in the corner. She was very demanding of him, and required his obedience instantly. He had thought when she had spanked him on their first date that he would have some freedom in the relationship, although he did love the fact she was domineering. After they were married, though, all his freedom had disappeared; he was now more like her slave than her husband. This punishment from her four friends this afternoon was to enforce the idea that his being a slave was the way it would be from now on. He did not doubt Pam loved him in her own way, but he had not expected the slave relationship.

After the hour, he had to bend over the desk, now in the middle of the room, while each of the women gave him three stripes from the cane, and then rejoined the back of the line to give him another three stripes. By the time his caning had ended he had twenty-four stripes across his butt and upper thighs. His screaming was loud, and if they had been in the city likely would have attracted the neighbours, but they were in a farmhouse located several miles from anyone else so no one heard him besides the four women present.

His constant pleas and cries of, "Please stop, I've had enough," did nothing to stop the cane crashing across his bare butt.

He spent the next hour in the corner after one of the women had applied some lotion to his butt to cut down on the swelling, but he knew he had one more set of punishments to go. Each of the women had chosen her own form of discipline for him to endure. The punishment had to be over in four hours; it was the rule established by Pam to make sure he was well-disciplined and ready to obey her when he got home.

The last woman could see he could not endure much more that afternoon so she reduced the amount each of the ladies would switch him from four minutes to two minutes. He did appreciate it as he listened to her tell him about the reduction in time, but he howled every minute of the eight he spent again bent over the desk while the switches tore painful swipes across his rear.

Shortly after they let him stand and after they asked him if he needed further punishment in order to stress the lesson he said, "Please stop, I've had enough."

William walked the last four blocks home after the women had dropped him off. He had asked to be let off a little way from home so he could think about how to talk to his wife. The four women told him that it was a good idea, as his first approach would set the tone for the next step in their married relationship, so they dropped him off with a warning that they hoped they would never be called on again to help Pam.

William did a lot of thinking as he walked. It was long and painful to walk those four blocks, but he suffered because he needed the time to think. He saw Pam looking out the living room window as he came down the sidewalk; one of the women had phoned her and told him he was on his way home.

Pam was dressed in her Mistress outfit when he entered the house: high heels, black skirt and bra and holding a large paddle in one hand while a bamboo cane lay across a table nearby. She did not plan on using either of the instruments right away if his first approach was suitable for a slave, however if it was not, then she would immediately inflict the punishment necessary to bring him in line.

Upon entering the door, William hung his head and waited. Pam walked up to him and, picking his head up by pulling his hair asked, "Well William, the ladies tell me you did well at the farm taking your punishment, are you ready to obey me from now on without question?"

William's head had come up when she pulled his hair and now, looking into her eyes which was not allowed when answering her questions about discipline matters, he firmly stated, "Please stop, I've had enough, we are getting a divorce, it's over."

He reached up, removed her hand from his hair, and went to the bedroom to begin packing his suitcase. Pam did not move from the doorway until he had packed at least four things.


William had one suitcase fully packed and the second one almost done when he heard the loud crack of breaking wood coming from the kitchen area. He shrugged and thought whatever Pam was doing was none of his business. When he heard the third crack, his curiosity got the better of him, and he went out into the kitchen.

The first thing he saw were Pam's canes lying in pieces on the floor, broken into many small parts and, looking at Pam, he saw big tears rolling down her cheeks as she had a small saw in her hands, busy cutting up the large paddle she had held when he had come through the front door. Her other three paddles were in a pile beside her, it being clearly her intent that they would all end up in pieces on the floor.

"What are you doing, Pam, you love those things, why are you destroying them?" he asked, wondering what she was thinking.

"These things destroyed our marriage William, I will never have another one in my house as long as I live!" she said, before breaking down and bawling even more. The saw she was holding hit the floor with a clunk as she laid her head on the counter.

William still had feelings for Pam even though he did not want a slave relationship with her, but it did not make him heartless.

"They did not destroy our marriage Pam, it was us, we destroyed our marriage," he stated with tears now starting to come to his eyes.

"How, William, how? I thought you wanted me to discipline you, and I don't understand, how did we destroy what we had?"

William took her hand. "I did want you to spank me, Pam, really I did! It just went too far. I wanted to be your husband, Pam, one who got spanked for misbehaving, but not a slave. I hated being your slave."

"But I thought since you liked spankings, I would just take it another step because I believed that you knew I loved you. I only did what I thought you wanted, and now you're leaving me. I am so sorry, William, I am so sorry!"

William thought back to his time in the corner that afternoon, and realized that Pam loved him in her own way.

"Pam, it is not all your fault, I thought the slave thing was the way you wanted it so I decided to try it but I cannot do it; I just cannot do it, that is all there is to it."

Pam had not taken her head off the counter, and had cried all the time they were talking.

"Please, William, if I promise never to spank you again will you give me another chance, please... I never meant to hurt you, William, I thought you wanted it that way. I did."

Picking her up off the counter, William could barely restrain his tears.

"Please don't blame it all on yourself, we both failed to tell the other what was happening to us, we quit talking and letting each other know what we wanted. That is what happened, and it is both our faults, not just yours."

They cried in each others' arms for a long time, after which William stepped back and looked at her in the eye.

"I will not leave tonight. I have no place to go anyway so perhaps we can spend a couple of days talking about what happened to us; is that ok with you?"

Pam jumped and hugged him so hard it made it hard for him to breathe. The couple spent the next two days talking; they slept in separate bedrooms but sleeping was rare as the talking was intense as they told each other what they wanted in the marriage.



© Lewis Stone
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