Think Carefully 5

Wife Led Marriage

By Jonathan Quincy Graves

{ Note: This is the fifth installment of this story. If you have not read the previous chapters, it will make more sense to you if you do. The opener can be found here: Think Carefully. }

When I empty my pockets, I always leave my keys on top of my dresser in the bedroom. Since they are not there, I must not have emptied my pockets when I dropped my comfortable jeans in the laundry hamper. It’s a simple logical statement:

      If not A (on dresser)

      Then B (in pocket)

The simplicity breaks down when I acknowledge there is more than one B. (I have more than one pair of pants, ergo multiple pockets.) But I know I did not put my keys in the pocket of the pants I’m wearing—the slacks Gloria had me put on before our meeting with Marissa. The meeting from which I was excluded five minutes ago.

Having checked all pairs of pants I’ve worn since I came home from work yesterday, as well as the top of the dresser and the floor surrounding it—the cat sometimes knocks things off—I must conclude my “simple logical statement” contains a flaw.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen. Gloria and Marissa had their heads together over a sheet of paper on the kitchen table, but their discussion stopped immediately upon my entry.

“Did you need something, John?” Gloria asked.

“Yeah, I can’t find my car keys. Have you seen them?”

“Yes, I have them. Please don’t go anywhere. We will want to involve you once we finish work on the rules.”

“I thought I’d spend the ‘free time’ you granted at the pub. If you need me, just call my cell.”

“Enjoy your free time at home,” Gloria said. “Or, if you prefer, I can think of any number of chores to occupy your time.”

Several sarcastic comments came to mind, but I bit them back. I did not appreciate Gloria’s highhanded treatment, but it would not be wise to piss off my wife while she and her mentor are working on the rules that determine when I am spanked.

“I’ll be here,” I muttered through clenched teeth, and left the kitchen.

~~oo0O0oo~~

Once John was out of earshot, Marissa said, “I’m sure you realize most of that exchange was completely unnecessary. Your statement you wished John to stay home should have been more than enough to satisfy him.”

“I’m aware,” Gloria said. “John has years of bad habits to break. I appreciate your help.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Marrisa said. “It’s been years since I trained a new boy. I’m glad you brought John’s request for spanking to me. I’m enjoying this. So, as I was saying, since John is currently committed to this new lifestyle, we should develop it incrementally. Just as with the frog in the boiling pot, you must move slowly if you want him to stay committed. Ultimately, of course, like the frog, his commitment will be irrelevant. You will be in complete control, and both your husband and your marriage will be just as you wish them to be.”

“As I wish them?”

“Girl,” Marrisa said, “there are a myriad of options in the relationships between a woman and a man, or, as in your case, a wife and her husband. But remember, the best place to start to change a relationship is the place you currently find yourself. That John signed the domestic discipline agreement gives you a huge jump start. We’ll build on that. Let’s break it down into the eight major categories you will want to control.” Marissa wrote the following as she outlined them for Gloria.

1. Discipline – You decide when it is needed as well as how and who will provide it.
2. Respect – You set the standards for your husband’s treatment of yourself and of others.
3. Sexuality – You determine if, when, and how. Both for yourself and your husband.
4. Household Chores – You define what, when and the criteria for completion.
5. Decision Making – You have the final word.
6. Financial Management – You control budgeting and allocation of funds.
7. Personal Appearance – You determine the look your husband presents, both in public and in private.
8. Growth and Development – You may wish your husband to expand his education and/or skill set.

“Do you think that’s enough?” Gloria asked. “I mean, that’s years’ worth of work, and I’m talking work for me! I’m not sure it will be worth it.”

Marissa laughed. “It will be worth it. Trust me. There is work involved, no doubt about that, but there is work required to maintain any marriage—any relationship, for that matter. The question is whether you want your work to go toward maintaining the status quo, or do you want it to go toward evolving the relationship toward your personal ideal.”

“The latter, I guess,” Gloria said, “but still…”

“Let’s look at this another way,” Marissa said. “You’ve taken initial steps to establish a Wife Led Marriage, or WLM, and that can take many forms, from the wife exerting subtle influence on her husband from the sidelines, to the wife taking the lead in all things and keeping her husband in a constant state of slavery. I hope you don’t want the former. The benefits are smaller and more ephemeral. And I’m sure you don’t want the latter. So, what do you want? Before you answer, bear in mind what you want now may evolve with time to something further down the path, and that’s okay.”

Gloria considered for a while, then said, “Well, I don’t see me wielding whips and chains, so we can rule out slave master or mistress. Plus, I both love and like John, so I would not want to change him to any great degree. The problem I see is our current marriage—or the marriage as it was a week ago,” Gloria chuckled, “lacked leadership. We were two strongly independent individuals who were ultimately bound to grow apart. I saw my options to correct this as either becoming the follower to John as leader, or to take on the leadership role and compel John to follow. My organization and leadership skills are better than his, so I chose to be the leader. I was unsure how to proceed, then John requested domestic discipline, providing me a golden opportunity to seize that role.”

“Good,” Marissa said, “we can work with that. In terms of these eight categories, where would you like to end up?”

“As for Discipline,” Gloria said, “I think I’ve got that in hand, so to speak.”

“Perhaps, but you’ll want to add periodic maintenance spankings. They will keep you in the leadership role in John’s eyes, and contribute to all the other categories.”

“Okay, put that down, and you can explain it to me later. Number two, Respect, I covered that in my notes this morning with thoughtlessness, backtalk, being polite, and attitude.”

“That just brushes the surface,” Marissa said. “At the extreme, some women have their man bow, curtsy, or drop to their knees whenever a woman enters the room. Those seem silly to me, and certainly not productive. Let’s use your thoughts to start with, and we can expand on them as the need arises.

“Under Sexuality,” Marissa continued, “I’ll bet you’ve already started educating John in what you like and what you don’t.”

Gloria blushed and nodded.

“In addition, and as I mentioned earlier,” Marissa said, “you must outlaw male masturbation. In my experience, the only way to prevent John from taking things into his own hand is to put him into a male chastity device. I’ll send you the URL of a site offering quality devices.”

“I can see where John masturbating would work against my control of our sexual activity, but surely a chastity device isn’t necessary. If I promise him a good hairbrushing if I catch him masturbating, won’t that work?”

“It may, in the short term. Without the threat, men like John masturbate between a few times per month to up to four times per week. So, at his age, John’s masturbation habit has been well established over many years. If your threat works to stop his habit over the long hall, John will be eligible for the Guinness Book of Records. My recommendation is to start with the threat, but be ready to take the next step—locking him in a well-made stainless steel device.

“As for Household Chores,” Marissa said, “you wrote John would perform them in a timely fashion. Of course, that should go without saying. You will have to be much more explicit concerning what he is to do, and by when. This may sound like additional work for you, but I recommend you make a weekly list of chores he is to complete that week, to your satisfaction. Post the list for each week somewhere he can’t ignore it, like on your refrigerator door. I stress his chores must be done to your satisfaction, which means you will have to check when he says he’s done. Ultimately, everything he does must be done to your satisfaction, and your critique of his chores puts your foot in that door.”

“That sounds like additional work for me, having to identify and publish everything I want him to do around the house for the next week.”

“It will be a pain at first, but you said your organization and management skills are better than John’s, so organize. Keep your lists on your computer. Many of John’s chores will be recurring in nature, like vacuuming the carpets once a week or doing the laundry three times per month. As you build up your list over time, you’ll reach the point where you can just pick what needs to be done from your master list for the coming week. Add in the necessary one-off tasks and you’re done.

“That takes care of half our list of eight categories. If you start with those, you’ll condition John to become accepting of the remaining four. For example, when does John receive his paychecks?”

“They’re deposited directly into his bank account on the first and third Friday of each month. Why?”

“And do both your checks go into a common account?”

“No, we never consolidated our bank accounts when we got married. Frankly, I prefer to have my own money, although a good part of it contributes to our household expenses.”

“Does John sometimes waste money on unnecessary purchases, or spend money with his buddies at the pub rather than coming home when he should?”

“Yes, and sometimes it really pisses me off. But what does this…”

Marissa interrupted with, “Schedule his maintenance spankings for Friday evenings, either weekly—which I recommend—or twice a month on the first and third Fridays. I find males are much more open to suggestion when they are over my knee and under my paddle.

“After two or three months, on the day he receives his pay, pause his spanking to mention you’ve been thinking about the inefficiencies of having separate bank accounts, and you think it would be better if both your paychecks were deposited into the same account. Then, resume his spanking. Don’t insist at this point. It’s just a thought you had in passing. Let him stew over it for a few weeks, then bring it up again a little more directly.

“Before long, John will realize how much better it would be to have just one account, saving on bank fees, making it simpler to pay the bills, and reducing the risk of accidental overdrafts. Since these thoughts coincide with his paydays, which coincide with his spankings, it will be obvious you are in charge and the paychecks should go into your account. Et voila, you control the family finances, including the reasonable allowance you provide to your husband.”

Gloria laughed. “That’s genius. Tell me more about maintenance spankings.”

~~oo0O0oo~~

I was in the family room reading some science fiction book. It was not holding my attention, and if you asked me for the title or the name of the author, I’d have to look at the cover. There were about fifty channels of crap on the flatscreen. I’d tried pacing, and even picked up one of my disorganized piles of paper, but could not concentrate so threw them down again, making a little more noise than I intended. Just as well, I was pissed, and I was determined to do nothing that might be construed as work during my “free time.” I felt like a kid who’d been told by his mommy to go out and play, except Gloria had my car keys and told me to stay home.

About to give up and go mow the lawn, I heard Gloria call me from the kitchen. I admit I was pissed when Gloria sent me from the room so she and Marissa could plot their nefarious plans without me. Now I’m not at all certain I want to return. As I’m, in a sense, the topic they were working on, I was apprehensive to learn what they decided my fate to be.

“You called?” I said, entering the kitchen. The first thing I noticed was Gloria seated in the middle of the largest open space in the room. It was bizarre to see her sitting by herself, so far from her guest and friend Marissa, who was still at the kitchen table.

“Marissa and I are done for today,” Gloria said. “It’s time for me to take care of other business. Come stand here next to me.”

I took a couple steps toward her, then noticed her hairbrush in her lap and stopped. “You can’t do this,” I said. “Not with her in the room.”

“Apparently, you didn’t actually read the agreement you signed,” Marissa said. “Section II, Paragraph 3, Subsection C, allows, at Gloria’s sole discretion, others to witness or even take part in your discipline. She could, if she wished, trade places with me and have you over my lap instead.”

My mouth had gone dry. I feared I’d wet my pants. In my youth, I fantasized about being taken over the lap of an older woman whom I did not know. I’d wondered what it would be like, while the prospect filled me with a mixture of excitement and terror. It never entered my mind I, as an adult faced with the reality, would experience only the terror.

“Actually,” Gloria said, “that might be a good idea. Would you like to spank my naughty boy for me?”

“I would,” Marissa said, “but I’ll take a raincheck unless John continues to stall, in which case we should both spank him.”

My paralysis vanished, and I continued to pace toward my wife. I feared the hairbrush in her lap, but feared the woman seated at the table far more.

“Step here to my right,” Gloria said.

As I drew near, she reached for my belt and jerked me to the position she’d indicated. She unfastened my belt buckle—my hands twitching at my sides, wishing to stop her but lacking the nerve—opened the fly and allowed my slacks to slide down my legs.

Gloria picked the brush out of the way with her left hand while pulling me by my arm across her lap. As soon as I was settled, she delivered two hard smacks to the seat of my boxers. “I expect you to move quicker next time I call for you,” she said. “I promised you a hairbrushing last night, half in jest, but your rude interruption of our discussion earlier, and your tantrum in the family room subsequently convinced me to deliver what I promised.”

Her thumbs entered beneath the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down. I reached back to stop her, but was too slow. “Please don’t,” I said.

“You’re fortunate your wife is so considerate, boy,” Marissa said. “I’d have had you stripped bare before you were allowed to seek the comfort of my lap. You’d have stood there, completely naked before me, while I informed you of your misdeeds.”

I was appalled to feel my cock lengthening with the baring of my ass and the words of our guest, and prayed Gloria would not feel it beginning to press against her thigh. She may have, because I heard her mutter softly, “I can put an end to that.”

She shoved me over further. I caught myself with my hands to keep from sliding to the floor on my nose. Gloria extracted her right leg and clamped it behind both of mine, securing me in position. Little Johnny, now fully hard, was bent back against Gloria’s left thigh. No doubt he was thinking, Oh boy, a spanking! This is so great! Meanwhile, my ass was thinking, Oh shit, another spanking with the hairbrush!  Me? I was siding with my ass.

Gloria wasted no more time on hand spanks, but landed the hairbrush on my ass with a resounding  WHAP!!  which elicited an involuntary yelp from me. I should have been embarrassed to let loose with such an unmanly response in front of Marissa, but her presence ceased being a concern with that very first spank.

END of Part 5

The story continues with: Think Carefully 6

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