Femdom Fiction – Life With Lauren

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Original Femdom Fiction.

My wife Lauren is a very stern woman. I knew this when we were dating. My attempts to impress and satisfy her have never been totally successful but I continued to try. I guess I love her despite the demeaning and patronizing way she treats me. Lauren is a classic beauty. 5’8″ and 140 lbs., full figured with long brunette hair and piercing blue eyes. Her ample breasts never cease to turn heads with just the right amount of jiggle. Being married to such a woman has been difficult but I guess I knew that long before I gave my vows. It’s her way or the highway. Her arrogance knows no ends.

There are plenty of house rules I must abide by. Upon arriving home from work I must knock and kneel at the back door before I am even allowed into my own home! How long I must wait before being allowed entry is entirely up to her. Often I kneel and wait in the entryway for long periods as she goes about whatever she is doing. Today is no different. I wait quietly for her to open the door. I can hear her through the open window on the phone flirting with someone. Who she is talking to I do not know. I do not dare ask such questions.

Finally I hear her sweetly end the phone call. Suddenly the door swings open and my beautiful wife appears in the doorway wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a tube top that accentuates her breasts.

Get the fuck in here.” she snarls, grabbing me by the hair literally dragging me inside. I crawled inside and knelt in the kitchen.

You’re late again fuck face!” she screamed.

Traffic was bad and there was an accident and I…” I tried to explain before she cut me off.

I don’t want to hear any excuses out of your dumb ass mouth!” she shrieked. “Get your fucking ugly ass over the chair. You’re getting another 15 strokes of the cane. One for each minute I had to wait for your sorry ass.”

Knowing better than to try to explain further I did what I was told. I heard Lauren leave the room as I dropped my pants and bent of the kitchen chair. When I heard her return I also heard the familiar whooshing sound of the cane being swung in the empty air knowing soon it was about to strike me with serious conviction. Lauren puts up with nothing and Lauren is always right.

Lauren arrogantly begins to taunt me about my panties stretched out over my bent over ass. I am required by her to wear her discarded undergarments and she seems to be delighted at my humiliation.

You fucking pantie waist sissy. You know, those old pink panties might actually look better on you than on me” she says as she pokes the tip of the cane repeatedly into my ass cheeks. “Nah, you look like a cheap faggot in dirty old panties.

Are you late because you were out sucking cock? Did you lie to me about why you are late?”

Before I could even reply the wind was knocked out of me with the first hard stroke of the cane. I clenched my teeth as the strokes came hard and fast. Lauren was pulling no punches as she lit into my pantie encased ass with fury.

How many was that so far douchebag?” she asked as I tried to keep my composure.

Eight. It was Eight Lauren” I meekly responded.

Wow, you can count. Too bad you can’t tell time too otherwise you wouldn’t be in this position. You could be getting some nice time massaging my feet before dinner. Too bad for you” she said as another flurry of strikes from the cane hit my pantie covered ass.

You should take more care” ..WHACK! “And be on time”..WHACK! “When you are supposed to”..WHACK! “Don’t you agree?” WHACK! She said between strokes as she continued her assault on my upturned ass.

Yes Lauren” is all I could choke out of my mouth as the pain from the cane engulfed my backside.

Finally, it was over. I stayed in my position over the chair waiting for further instruction.

“You always seem to find a way to make me upset. What do you have to say for yourself, shithead?” she coyly asked.

I am sorry I was late Lauren. I really am. I will never be late again. I’m sorry I made you upset.” I sincerely apologized.

Well you better get your fag act together unless you want to spend more time over the chair. If it happens again, I will add another 2 weeks to your chastity on top of any additional punishment. Do I make myself clear? She said in a deadly serious voice.

“I understand Lauren. I won’t be late again. I am really, really sorry.” I humbly said.

Then there was an awkward period of silence. I could feel her condescension as she gazed at my helpless, newly reddened pantie covered ass.

Finally she spoke.

You better be. Now go get supper started. I’m starving” she offhandedly said as she walked into the living room. I could hear her sit down on her leather covered couch in front of the television to watch some afternoon talk show.

To be continued..

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