Bound by Lust (13 page)

The first part of the rules covered what Therese called “common sense.” I was to obey all governmental laws, with the caveat of being allowed to participate in football and basketball pools at work. Financial, social, and job-related decisions were to be made jointly, with Therese having veto power if she decided I wasn't being “sensible.”

The rest of the list brought home to me the reality of what being married to a disciplinary wife meant. Therese promised to be fair and reasonable, to encourage me in exploring my feminine side, and to never wait beyond Friday night to punish me when I'd transgressed. I promised to obey her and to accept a
bare-bottomed “thrashing” whenever she decided I needed one. I could discuss any issues that came up, and I was to let her know if I had concerns. But when Therese gave an order, her word was law.

Just picturing the list in my head made my cock fill. She'd listed several specifics to be certain I was clear about them. Disobeying or lying to her, even by omission, was grounds for an immediate thrashing—in addition to the one I'd get with my weekly accounting. That meant even if she hadn't caught me breaking a rule, I still had to confess—or take double the original punishment when she found out.

I was to be in bed no later than fifteen minutes after she was each night. I was allowed to keep my porn subscriptions and my extensive collection of what she called “exceptionally raunchy videos,” but I could not masturbate without permission. That didn't mean just not coming, either. I was allowed up to a half-dozen long, slow, soapy strokes in the shower. Anything more than that needed Therese's permission—
before
I did it.

Finally, starting the week after our wedding, I was to leave work early enough on Fridays to stop at the “specialty” day spa next to Martine's on my way home. Therese was leaving standing orders for me for a full-body shave with bikini wax. My face heated every time I thought about that part, so I concentrated on how I was also to get a manicure and pedicure (my choice of colors for the nail polish) and have my hair done. When I left, I'd be carrying a garment bag that now held my suit and tie and the other masculine accoutrements I'd shed before donning the feminine attire Therese had left at the spa for me earlier in the day.

By the time our wedding rolled around, I had a trousseau every bit as stunning as Therese's. Designer dresses, handmade lingerie, silk peignoirs, and gorgeous shoes and bags. I'd even
survived my preliminary trip to the spa the day before the wedding. My embarrassment at the specialty extras Therese had ordered for me had quickly faded to blushing excitement when I realized that under my tuxedo, I'd be taking my vows wearing silk panties over my now satiny-smooth crotch.

I made it through the ceremony okay. My behavior at the reception wasn't entirely stellar, but I chalked that up to wedding jitters and at the ribbing I'd gotten because more than one person had picked up on the “obey” in my wedding vows. The few times Therese tapped my butt and warned me to mind my manners, I told myself she really just wanted to fondle my panty-clad backside through my starched black trousers. Although I looked pretty good in my tuxedo, I knew it paled in comparison to my statuesque beauty in the perfectly tailored feminine attire Therese had packed for our honeymoon.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning in Maui to find myself alone in bed. A piece of white parchment paper with thick black lettering was prominently positioned on the nightstand under Therese's large, oval, polished maple hairbrush. The list started with being rude to the matron of honor and ended with disobeying Therese by drinking an unauthorized third glass of champagne. My hand shook a little as I realized that according to the rules we'd negotiated, I was in for some serious consequences!

Therese walked in from the balcony just as I finished reading. She was wearing a sheer white peignoir that matched the one she'd packed for me. The sunlight from the open doorway silhouetted her gorgeous curves. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but how much I wanted to fuck her. And how nervous I was getting. I pointed indignantly at the paper.

“I wasn't drunk!”

Therese raised her eyebrow. “I'm certain your punishment
list says you were disobedient, not drunk.”

It did, but I still didn't like the way the words looked on the paper. I took a deep breath, settling my butt firmly on the edge of the bed and trying not to fidget. “I don't think you should, you know…spank me.” I swallowed hard. “I only had a few drinks.”

The look on Therese's face made me feel like a bug on a pin. I lowered my eyes, clenching my butt and concentrating on the pattern in the carpet as she walked over to me.

“I know you weren't drunk, sweetie.” Therese's fingers were cool and soft against my morning stubble. I sighed and leaned into her palm.

“While I will thrash you in the future if you get drunk without permission, your first bare-bottomed session with the brush will be solely to remind you that I am now your wife. You will always obey me.”

I started to pull away, but her light tap on my jaw had me freezing in position. “The rest of your punishment will wait until Friday night. But right now, you need to learn what ‘obey' means. I'm going to run a bubble bath for you while you shave everything you can reach. Then you're going to relax in the tub and think about what we've negotiated while I lay out your clothes for you.”

I could reach everything but my back. By the time I was done, the huge, heart-shaped tub was overflowing with rose-scented bubbles. I climbed in and leaned back with my head on the bath pillow, letting the water soothe away my anxiety. The extra level of nudity had my freshly shaved skin tingling as I moved against the warm, scented water. I slowly stroked my cock—exactly six times. Just as I was finishing, Therese walked in with my attire. Instantly, my cock pointed up through the bubbles. I wrapped my hand around my shaft again, sneaking
in two extra strokes beyond what I was allowed.

Even without the sunlight in back of her, her peignoir clung so I could still see her curves and the dusky shadows of her nipples. She hung my new skin-tight pink minidress with the scoop neck on the back of the door and draped my lingerie across the vanity: a strapless padded white satin bra with matching panties, a lacy white garter belt, and silk stockings with a seam up the back. She set my makeup case and jewelry box in front of the mirror, next to a flowery silk neck scarf. Then she held up my strappy pink stiletto heels, custom dyed to match my dress, so I could admire them before she set them on the floor.

“Lean forward, dear, so I can get your back. Then you can towel off and lotion your entire body.”

I couldn't wait to see if the water made Therese's peignoir transparent. But when she put the razor down, she didn't have so much as a drop on her clothes.

“Join me when you're dressed, sweetie. Full makeup. Panties over the garter belt and stockings. And don't tape your penis. Your panties are designed to hold it in place until I take them down for your spanking. Oh, and wear your pearls.”

She ran her finger over the side of my naked bottom. I shivered hard. Then the door was closed, and I was alone.

I thought about stalling. But my beautiful clothes were waiting for me. I was also pretty sure that no matter how long it took me to get ready, Therese would be there with that stupid brush. I climbed out of the tub and toweled off. Then I picked up the garter belt and ran my fingers over the exquisitely designed lace.

Therese hadn't ordered me to hurry. I moisturized every inch of my hyper-sensitive skin—except my cock. I'd already pushed my luck there with the extra two strokes in the tub. Then I slid my lacy, snow-white garter belt around my waist. I sat down on the vanity chair, and I lifted my right foot. I
pointed my toes, admiring my shell-pink polish as I eased the first stocking on. I shivered as the silk slithered up and over my freshly shaved calf. Walking five miles a day is boring as hell, but it pays off in aces when I arch my legs to show them off under my skirts. I clipped the first stocking into place, then slid on the second.

My cock was poking up in a most unladylike manner. With all the hair shaved away, my manly attributes looked even bigger than usual, especially with how turned on I was. I did my best to ignore them, frowning as I hooked the second stocking in place and stood up.

Therese had assured me the satiny white panties would hold everything properly out of the way. A white pouch that appeared much too small to accomplish its mission was strategically positioned in front. I slid the panties on over my stockings and garters, my eyes widening as the soft silk encased and lifted—and covered my cock and balls. My manly parts were all still in there, but the lines of the panties disguised my telltale bulge in a way that drew even my eyes away toward my legs and bottom.

I gave myself a couple of tentative squeezes. The panties got noticeably tighter, but the outside lines stayed the same. Grinning like an idiot, I stretched my arms high over my head, turning to admire my profile in the mirror. No matter which way I turned, the curve of my tight, round, and very shapely rump was prominently displayed. I tried not to think too much about why Therese was going to be fixating on that particular portion of my anatomy, concentrating instead on looking womanly. This was going to be good!

The thickly padded strapless bra matched the sleek, soft panties. I was surprised to find a plastic bag with a pair of rubber gloves and a small squeeze tube tucked in one cup. A
note in Therese's firm, flowing penmanship stated succinctly, “A pretty girl secretly enjoys the feeling of appearing in public with very sensitive nipples. Smear half the tube on each, then rub and tug on both for one full minute. You will then throw away the gloves and immediately put on your bra. From that point on, only your wife may touch your breasts!”

I carefully unscrewed the top. Whatever was in there smelled vaguely like sports cream and candied ginger. I put on the gloves and dutifully squeezed half the pungent, clear gel on each nipple. The gel was cool at first, gradually heating as I rubbed, though it didn't really get hot. I liked the way it made my dusky rose flesh glisten and the tiny tips peak. Sixty seconds later, I tossed the gloves and tube in the trash and worked the close-fitting bra into place.

Again, I had to grin at how delectable I looked. I turned my profile to the mirror, running my fingers up and down my sides as I admired my now very feminine profile. My hands kept coming back to my breasts, lifting them, trailing my fingertips over the thick padding covering my very sensitive nipples. Even through the padding, I could feel the heat of my fingers stroking.

My eyes widened as I realized the heat was actually on my nipples, not sinking in through my bra. I shifted my shoulders, but my bra fit too closely to scratch the itching burn that was building—and not just on the tips of my nipples. Everything the gel touched needed attention.

And only Therese could touch me. My cock strained into my panties as I dutifully lowered my hands and set about finishing dressing. The dress fit me like a second skin, the delicate pink bringing a gentle flush to my skin, the perfectly cut scoop neck enhancing the illusion of cleavage. Damn, my legs looked miles long in those stockings! With each step, my now perfectly ladylike bottom swayed seductively.

I took a long time with my hair and makeup, shifting my shoulders in a vain attempt to soothe my nipples as I brushed the shoulder-length curls of my favorite blonde wig just so. I added especially sultry touches to my face with extra mascara. I outlined my lips with deep rose lipstick until they looked full and pouty. Then I fashioned my scarf around my neck until my Adam's apple was completely disguised, added the matinee-length pearls Therese had given me for a wedding gift, and strapped on my stiletto heels. This time when I turned in front of the mirror, I had to admit my unexpected blush and the way my shoulders occasionally moved on their own in response to the heat on my nipples were definitely enhancing my looks—in addition to keeping me exceptionally aware of the naked parts of my body hidden beneath my clothes. I looked stunning from every angle.

Therese was waiting for me by the sliding glass door. The sun streaming in behind her outlined her curves in luscious detail through the shimmering silk of her peignoir. She took one look at me, and her face broke into a beautiful smile.

“Darling! You look enchanting!”

I blushed and walked slowly toward her, my head high and my hips swaying as I placed one high-heeled foot in front of the other. When I was almost next to her, she took my hand and led me out onto the balcony. Two crystal glasses of sparkling water with lime wedges waited on the table—next to that fucking piece of parchment and Therese's hairbrush. My heel caught in the carpet and I grabbed her hand. Therese patted my fingers reassuringly and, as soon as I'd regained my balance, led me the rest of the way to the table. My face heated and my nipples burned as she motioned me to one chair, then took the other.

“Do you like your panties?”

“Yes, Ma'am. They're very comfortable, and they keep my panty line smooth, even though I'm really turned on.” I wasn't sure why the “Ma'am” slipped out. It just seemed like the thing to say, given what was on the table.

Therese nodded, her hand moving lightly over the edge of the brush. “Ma'am is an appropriate way to address me at punishment time. By the way, you'll wear different panties after your thrashing—ones that will keep your mind on your very sore bottom rather than your very horny cock, though you're to tell me immediately if you feel undue discomfort on your genitals. Do you understand and agree?”

My face heated more as I shifted my shoulders and tried not to look at the hairbrush. “Yes, Ma'am.” Damn, my voice was breathy and feminine in a way I'd never been able to produce before. Then again, I'd never been waiting for a spanking from my wife before!