Arrange a babysitter tomorrow night, had been the command, and she had happily complied. It was fantastic to finally be able to have a few evenings alone now that the baby was getting older. She longed for her husband, and had started to feel almost resentful at his lack of initiative.

So when the evening in question finally arrived, she had high hopes. After kissing the little one goodbye, and feeling confident, that he was well taken care of, she hurried in to the living room to her waiting husband.

He looked stern, and he was standing in the middle of the room, when she entered.

Somehow, she felt this might be a different kind of night, she felt her eyes seek the floor, and her cheeks flush, though she couldn’t explain why.

“Kneel”, was the first word out of his mouth, and she gasped in surprise and confusion. Inside her head it was like a hurricane had just started, a thousand thoughts started at once, and she could feel her reactions all the way to her fingertips. There simply wasn’t any room left in her head for thinking about what to do. So after a little pause of hesitation, she knelt at the spot in front of his feet, he had indicated with his finger.

All her prior feeling of hunger, excitement and her thoughts on domestic matters had been wiped away at just one word. Now all she could hear was her own heart beat thumping loudly in her ears, and the feeling of her blood as it rushed through her. The wooden planks she was kneeling on, and the feeling of the cool air, as she breathed fast and hard. She was painfully aware that her cheeks where burning even more, and that she had no idea what to do with her useless hands. All her being was turned towards him, waiting

“The last years you have had your hands full, and there has been a lot of changes that you’ve had to get used to. But now our son is older, and I’ve decided that it’s time to resolve some things.” His voice was even, stern and calm, as he continued

“You are getting fat and lazy, you stay around the house most day, without getting the chores done, and you spend to much time having fun with your friends, and to little time working. These things will change today!

I’m going to take charge from now on. You will no longer be sassy towards me, nor nag at neither me, nor anyone else. Your attitude needs adjusting, and I will adjust it anytime it is needed, from now on.

You don’t have to agree about any of these things, but I want your permission to make you be more pleasing to me.”

Her eyes where stinging from the words. He had never spoken to her like this before, and she could hardly believe her ears. She had a hard time absorbing the words. She knew he was right, but hearing it from his mouth was more painful that she would have ever dreamt. She felt her chest swell with the air caught in her lungs

All she could feel was the cold numbness that drained her heart. The realization that he wasn’t satisfied with her.

She could feel his eyes on her, and his waiting seemed menacing. So she nodded, and managed to croak a little “ok” out of a surprisingly constricted throat.

She didn’t think much about answering, there didn’t seem to much point in anything, if those where his feelings towards her. All she could feel was the shame, and the cold feeling of loneliness surrounding her.

Her husband hesitated shortly, looking at his kneeling wife. Her head bend, butt resting on her feet, her hands now upturned on her knees, her shoulders shaking slightly. He felt a sudden rush of pity and love for her, but he strengthened his resolve. He had not said anything that wasn’t true, and she would be the happier for having a strong guiding lead to follow. He would enjoy shaping her, and forcing her to comply to his wishes, but there would be times when he would have to demonstrate that his will was the strongest. He looked at her again, this time with resolve. She may look defeated and pitiful now, but she was not near enough to surrender, nor to any real compliance. He would teach her never to question his command, and he would help her on every step of the way, making her what he desired. But also making her what she desired more to be.

He could see her self loathing when she acted out, and when she looked at herself in the mirror now. This was a positive thing, even if the process might be more than physically painful to her.

“get up” he commanded soberly, and when she did, he roughly grabbed her upper arm, and guided her to the side of the sofa. He bend her over the arm rest until her legs where dangling, and her upper body and crotch rested on the cushions and the sofa seat. He took of his belt, and tightened them around her arms on her bag, making no effort to be gentle, or let her be comfortable. Then he lifted up her skirt and shoved it towards her back and head. Then he shoved her panties and her pantyhose down her legs, exposing her naked bottom.

She gasped, and she felt her heart drum with fear now. What was this? She felt so humiliated, hanging with her head in the cushions, and trying to regain her senses.

“I’m glad you agree, and we will lose no time in starting out. The first thing we will be addressing, is your habit of overeating, and being lazy. You will work out every day from now on, or you will be punished. Anything sweet is now no longer on your menu, nor are you allowed anything other than wholesome vegetable based products. If I find out you’ve been eating any of the forbidden things, you will pay the price.You will cook EVERY evening, and it will be healthy. There are no excuses. If there is some reason you will not be able, you may beg me for an exemption.

To help you lose weight, I will weigh you once a week. If you have gained weight, then you will be very sorry! If nothing happens, then you will get a good trashing, and I will give you a good hard spanking every night until the next week. If you lose weight, I will reward you.

I have also made a list of all your weekly, daily and monthly duties, and a list of wholesome sporty activities to do with our son. Tomorrow, you will send me a month based schedule with all these activities, neatly placed in them.

Deviate from the plan without prior permission, and you will be punished. “

“I will only tell you what I don’t want once. Obvious things like being dishonest, or disobedient will just be punished, but otherwise, I will give you a warning, and a chance to avoid punishment. “

“These are your new rules. They will govern your life from now on. And if you do not understand them, you should ask now, otherwise I will also punish you. Do you understand?”

Meekly she nodded in her cushion. “yes, I think so” she mumbled. It wasn’t hard to understand, only to fully believe. She could feel her head going a bit light with hyperventilation, and confusion. She simply could not believe that this was really happening. And on some fundamental plane, she didn’t know whether to rejoice, or to fall into abject depression.

He was her life, his work supported her, and his schedule ruled over them all. He was her best friend, and most intimate partner.. Without him, she didn’t think she could function. Refusing anything now, just seemed impossible. What where her options?

She had never been one to really change things, or challenge authorities. And he certainly was one now. She felt immobilised and vulnerable, lying as she was, and challenging him now

She would simply have to not break his rules, maybe things would go back to normal then.

“Good. We will start with a good hard trashing, then. You need one, to help you know your place, to make you realise what will happen if you stray, and of course to punish all your laziness and general bad behavior. Because this is the first week we will weigh you, you will also get a hard spanking every night this week. “

With that, he positioned himself next to her upper body, and pulled his arm up high in the air. Without any further ado, he smacked it into her buttocks almost as hard as he could muster. Being fit and trimmed, that was rather hard, and the smack sounded like a canon shot across the room.

A micro second later, the sting hit her, and she howled in shock and pain, frantically, she tried to get up, and get out of his way. But the next giant slap tore into her butt at the same moment and send her crashing into the cushions again.

“Stay still, and do NOT scream. You may thank me, or bite a pillow, but you will NOT move!” He barked at her writhing body. He marked his statements with powerful slaps

But she was beyond reasoning with now. All she thought of was getting away, and she tried climbing all the way up on the sofa.

He grabbed her bound upper body in one arm, and held her roughly, as he rained slaps on her butt, now really laying it into her, using his full force.

“I said don’t you DARE move, you skank, this will stop right now!” He hammered her thighs and buttocks savagely as he spoke, and she continued to struggle to no avail.

“through tears and yelps she begged him to stop, but it only seemed to infuriate him further.

After some 5 eternal minutes of this, she collapsed in tears and moans.

Her butt was red as a tomato, purple in spots, and covered in hand marks. It felt like it was on fire, and a throbbing pain echoed in every nerve of her body

But she could not fight it any more, she just lay over there, and yelped in pain at each new painful blow.

He was starting to feel the sting in his own hand too, and was beginning to sweat from the exercise. But she seemed to have surrendered now. He was enjoying her resistance and her pitiful sobs, now. All the pity was gone from his heart. She deserved this, and this would be a good lesson for her. Her punished butt was a beautiful sight, and he felt joy and a sadistic satisfaction that this sight would be a common one in the future. She would be the better for it, and he would enjoy the control, the punishments and the results all the more.

“Now, that’s better. But no words, except if you wish to thank me” Let’s get on with your trashing, shall we?”

He looked around the room, and spotted his big rubber soled slippers. They where very heavy and had a hard strong rubber sole.They would spare his hands a little, he thought, and left his sobbing wife to fetch them.

Changing the arm to rest his now sore one, he started smacking her with the slipper. He tested the strength a couple of times to check it, with some middle hard strokes. He could not have been more happy. She started howling again, and bopped her butt around, in agony, before she remembered, and checked herself. Then he started laying it on her in earnest. Harder than before, but reserving his strength, he systematically covered her upper thighs and every inch of her butt in heavy wavy patterns. He slapped her hard enough, that she would be pushed hard into the side of the sofa at each slap, and when he had covered everything, he simply started over again, this time a little harder.

He found a good rhythm, and he truly couldn’t remember when he had enjoyed himself better, nor felt more satisfied with his work.

SMACK, followed by a pitiful yelp, and moans, followed by another loud SMACK.

She was in hell. It was the worst pain she could remember feeling, and it filled up her entire being. There was only him and the pain he delivered. All her consciousness focussed on him, and on her throbbing aching arse and thighs. Her breathing was irregular, and her sobbing was hardly audible to her own ears. All she wanted in the world, was for him to stop. But she dared not move an inch, nor scream in fear of even worse, so she just allowed herself to sob.

He took his time, making sure the lesson would sink in, and stay there. Methodically and thoroughly, he made sure that she would be bruised and sore all over. He paid attention to the sides of her butt, the sides of her thighs and even some of the inside of her butt cheeks, earning him extra loud yelps. When, after almost half an hour, he finally stopped, she was a mess of red and purple patches, and dark bruises forming all over.

Thanks to the rhythmic approach, and the heavy rubber slipper, he was hardly tired.

At firt she hardly seemed to notice he had finished. Then she started sobbing even louder from relief, and from the pain that caught up with her.

He let her lie there, defeated and crying for a few minutes, until she started calming a little.

“now, if you had heeded my words, and obeyed, this would have been all your punishment, dear. But you seem to need a lesson in staying put. I’ll help you learn this now”

He told her calmly, then he opened the belt, and freed her hands. He was almost surprised to see her face, as he pulled her up. Her eyes where red and swollen from tears, and her hair stuck to her skin which was sweaty and pink flushed. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her look this beautiful. She kept her eyes on the floor, and tears still trickled slowly down her face. But she was calm.

He suddenly realised, that she must be thirsty from all that crying, and he felt thirsty too. So placing her in the corner with strict instructions not to move, he went to fetch them both something to drink. In the kitchen, he spotted a nice big spatula, and brought it with him.

As expected, she hadn’t budged an inch, and when offered water, she drank it greedily with shaky hands. It actually seemed to calm her somewhat

He then grabbed her by the upper arm, and let her to the dinner table. First, he stripped her of her remaining clothes, then he instructed her to lie on the table on her back , which she did, flinching in pain as the rough wood touched her raw behind. He then positioned her legs bend, and as far apart as they would go, and he told her to hold them there with her hands.

She looked worried, and started sobbing softly again, as he did so, but she obeyed.

Once he was satisfied that her legs would spread no further, he got ready.

“you will keep your legs apart, and you will thank me sincerely after each stroke. You are a little cunt, in the need of discipline, and I’ll be very happy to give that cunt of yours all the discipline it needs! We’ll start by 15 strokes, and I’ll ad another five extra hard ones, if you don’t obey me”

He gently stroked her soft naked folds with his rough hands to position himself, relishing her trembling legs, and already sobbing body. He pulled his hand up high, and slapped her pussy hard, hitting her square between the legs.

She yelped, and moaned, but not to loud, and she softly said “thank you”, even.

To soft, he thought to himself

“that’s one, very good dear”

The next was a little harder, and the next was harder still. He could almost feel her legs wanting to snap close, but she managed five very satisfactory splat sounding slaps before he found the right level. Not enough to harm her, but enough to hurt her, to make an impression, and best of all, to help her learn her lesson.

Her legs snapped shut for just a microsecond.

“That was bad, you’ll need to be punished for that. Try harder now. There are only ten more”

He slapped her just a little harder, on her now red and swollen pussy, but she managed to only moan, and to even remember to thank him, but number seven caught her again, followed by eight, nine, and every single slap from eleven and up.

She was sobbing and shaking when he stopped, her legs trembling hard.

“that was nine times five, dear. Forty five strokes, you’ve just earned yourself.” He scolded. She just sobbed and closed her eyes.

He picked her up from the table, and grabbing the spatula, he roughly showed her onto the table, legs on the floor and breast, head and stomach mashed unto the table.

“When you need to be punished, I think it unfair for you to be given pleasure. And since I know how much you hate even the idea of anal, I think it will be a good extra lesson.” He said, while loosening his pants, and sliding down his briefs. He slid in to her pussy easily, sinking himself to the hilt, and savouring the feeling. She was very wet, and moaned in sudden pleasure at feeling him there. But staying in control, he pulled out again, and positioned himself in front of her tight hole. He could almost feel the disappointment and fear, as she immediately tensed up and started shaking.

He saw no point in any further delay, and he started pushing against her harder and harder. It took a surprising amount of force just to sneak the head in a little, and her first reaction of moaning and whimpering in pain, changed to a more frantic yelping and fast breathing. Obviously, this was very painful to her.

He decided that she deserved to be helped a little, and he grabbed both her arms and held them up from her back a little, so she was effectively immobilised, then he pushed forward, forcing himself little by little into her protesting anus.

She went ballistic. Howling and trying to get free of him, as hard as she could. But he grabbed on to her arms, and pinned her to the table. It was almost painful for him as well, but he enjoyed her struggle and moans, as he finally managed to plunge completely into her. After a final grunt of pain, she stopped protesting, and collapsed in sobs on the table. He held still for a second, allowing both of them to relax just a little. Then he started raping her in earnest. Pushing into her helpless body time and again, banging against her unprotected and bruised backside with relish.

He kept a steady pace, letting her yelp, and sob, until he finally he decided to pound her as hard as he could for the last frantic minutes, and he spend himself deep inside her.

He relaxed a little on top of her, feeling her soft whimpers and sobs under his body. After a little minute, he got up, and pulled up his pants.

Then he picked up the spatula, still resting on the table, grabbed her upper body, placed a leg over one of hers, and proceeded to slap her arse and pussy 45 times to end the ordeal.

She took it without protest, and as he finished the trashing, he pulled her into his arms, and held her sobbing naked body.

Somewhere along the process, she stopped thinking about the fairness, herself, or anything other than him, the pain he was giving, his justice, his will. She had lost herself in him, given up all her worries, problems, thoughts and will. Now there was just him, his arms around her, his gentle touches. She longed for him, but accepted that he had decided not to have her.

Had he relented in the following days, or had he not kept up his tight plan, maybe she would have come out long enough for her to consider her own feelings on the matter to a degree that might have endangered things. But he never did, and in the course of just months, she had lost all the weight he had decided she needed to loose, and she had accepted the plan for her life he had composed.

He tightened his rule until he had shaped her to his perfect liking, and she soon found herself being as happy as she had ever been, longing only to please and satisfy her husband, to recieve his approval and rewards was her one of her highest joys