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My wife Linda and I have what is called an `alternative

relationship' - she has taken a lover on the side, and I have

become their cuckold. She would probably state it differently -

she has allowed me to be present "on the side", while her lover,

John, has become the subject of her exclusive sexual focus. I am

by their grace allowed to live in the same house. My identity

has been transformed from her manly husband to her subservient

cuckold, starting with my alternative sleeping arrangements and

associated lack of sexual access, continuing with my repeated

humiliation at their hands and extending to my relinquishing of

financial independence (I am given money to spend in small

amounts and only when she approves). She forces me now to dress

like a woman.

 

Recently, Linda caught me peeping at her and taking obscene

upskirt pictures, including some when she wasn't wearing panties,

and other up-close pictures of her privates while she was

sleeping. Further investigation revealed that I've stolen some

of her panties from her drawers, masturbated into them and then

hidden them in my closet. When she discovered the stash, she

picked up one of her favorite black Victoria's secret briefs that

had been missing for several weeks, turned it inside out and

exclaimed, "Just look at this. It's all crusty! Have you been

jacking off into my panties? How could you?" I smiled and

brushed it off. She complained immediately to her lover who

laughed at first also, but later found it offensive himself.

 

She told me she wanted to see the pictures. I refused. He

pointed to the computer and demanded to see the pictures. I had

to comply as they watched me bring them up. She suspected that I

was not bringing up all the pictures, took over control of the

computer and did a search to find the hidden files. My wife was

horrified upon seeing her naked pics, especially one particular

picture in which I had added a caption saying, "I'm a dirty slut

who loves to be fucked up the ass". She got quite angry and told

her boyfriend that he should defend her honor, and that she

wanted to see him take care of it. "As my lover, you need to

address this violation of my privacy, and see that my husband is

punished appropriately! WE will not be making love until you

take care of this matter!" She stormed out of the room.

 

He looked at me and said, `What the fuck were you thinking?' I

gave him the finger. He got upset with me, erased all the

pictures and explained to me that he had no choice but to teach

me a lesson and to defend his woman's honor. I tried to leave

the room, but he manhandled me easily. He wrapped his arms

around my chest as I kicked and flailed, dragged me to the

basement, shoved me over the sofa, tied my hands and feet, and

then called my wife downstairs to witness how he would protect

her honor. She walked downstairs to admire the scene, walking

around the sofa, marveling at how quickly he had taken charge of

the situation. I struggled to free myself of the ropes, but to

no avail. He tightened them up even more. I was immobilized.

 

"For violating my woman's privacy, I am going to punish you now."

 

 

 

"YOUR woman? Ha!" I objected.

 

"I'm fucking her every night, sometimes twice, and you're not.

By any reasonable standard, that makes her mine," John replied to

my silent frustration. He walked over to my wife, cupped her

breasts from behind and then reached in underneath her miniskirt

to fondle her. He continued to grope her body all over as if to

prove it to me. He swaggered all around her, lifting her skirt

up, ordering her to bend over, feeling up her ass, demanding that

she kiss his boots. "Are you satisfied?" she asked him in an

annoyed tone of voice.

 

"Not yet, darling. You need to realize that your husband

insulted me by questioning whom you belong to," he said with a

serious tone of voice. "Yes, I understand," she replied meekly.

"Just in case there is any doubt, let me be clear who's in charge

in this home," he declared. He told my wife to bend over against

the bed as he slipped off his leather belt and doubled it up.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Stand still" he ordered her.

"You're going to punish me?" she asked in a panic. He tossed her

skirt up. "Please, honey, don't pull down my panties - I'm

begging you." He tugged her panties down anyways and then gave

her a sound whipping with his belt. She screamed but stayed

steady. Her ass showed a red band where the belt struck her. I

was loving the scene. He whipped her three more times, with

sharp smacks that made her whimper. "Ouch! That hurts!" she

cried. Her face turned red in humiliation as she saw me

watching, admittedly with some satisfaction. He explained to

her, "I regret that I had to do this honey, but it was necessary.

From now on, you make sure to let your husband know who you

belong to - got it?" She stood up, embarrassed as a school girl

reprimanded for the first time. She rubbed her bright red

buttocks and whispered seductively to him, "I belong to you" and

then turned her head to stare straight into my eyes. She didn't

have to say a word. Humiliated, I turned away, knowing without a

doubt whom she belonged to.

 

He walked back over to where I was tied down. He asked her if

she would like the honor of lowering my pants. She obliged, "Of

course, I just got a bare-ass whipping on account of his

comments, then certainly his pants have to come down." She

yanked my pants down and then my boxers too. My bared bottom was

exposed to the cool air. When I saw him holding my wife's

paddle, rolling up his sleeves, I realized he was warming up to

spank me now. She took a red marker and drew circles in a target

shape on my buttocks.

 

 

"I want you to thank me after every stroke." I could hardly

believe that I was about to be punished by my wife's lover.

"Yes, sir" I replied. He then proceeded to beat my ass with the

large paddle about 30 times very firmly as I repeated "thank you

sir" after each stroke. My wife watched happily as he punished

me. He handed the paddle to her to complete the task of teaching

me a lesson. She walked over behind me, stroked my ass, and then

pinched my bottom to make me squirm in pain. She whispered into

my ears, "I'm so wet right now."

 

Linda delighted in punishing me, giving me a good couple dozen

whacks herself. I was hoping it was over. But then she said to

him, "Honey, my swats are too soft. He deserves to get some

manly strokes, ones that hurt." I strained against the ropes

again, but couldn't. They looked at each other in disbelief,

waiting for me to realize that there was no escape.

 

She gave the paddle back to him and requested that he punish me

more, even as I begged for mercy. She sat down beside me,

holding my head in her lap, stroking my hair to comfort me. He

paddled me again as she kept saying, "harder", and "again". He

asked me, "Are you sorry for what you did?" "Yes sir", I

sincerely apologized, "I'll never do it again." "That's right

you better not!" he replied, giving me a really hard whack of the

paddle. The holes in the paddle made the spankings hurt

particularly sharply. I began whimpering as she teased me for

being such a wimp.

 

"Husband, you better not cry," she teased, "As it is, you're on a

very tentative footing when it comes to a sex life, so don't be

such a pussy, ok?"

 

"Yes, of course" I replied, not entirely sure myself.

 

"Well, if you can't help but cry, it's ok, but then we better

take off your man clothes and instead put you into my panties,

skirt and bra." I refused. "No way, I'll be fine."

 

"Very well then, the punishment will continue. If I catch you

crying though, you'll be sorry."

 

John finished with another dozen strokes as I did my best to hold

the tears back.

 

She went back upstairs to fetch the cane as well as some of her

dirty panties from the hamper. She placed several pairs of the

soiled panties over my face, pushing the stained, white, crusty

crotch area of each into my mouth, gagging me firmly. As the

gagged panties got moist in my mouth, I could taste the remains

of her vaginal secretions with every breath. I also tasted and

smelled an unmistakable, pungent scent of semen with each breath,

and most humiliating to me was the knowledge that it was not my

semen I was being subjected to.

 

She said to her lover, "I want to see him caned, honey. I'm

going to sit here in front of him, fucking my vibrator. Every

time you hear me moan, I want you to strike his bottom with the

cane, ok?" She lay on her back and had a big orgasm after 10

minutes, moaning throughout it, during which I got caned a dozen

times. Afterwards, she sat up and placed my head in her lap

close to her pussy, stroking my head through the panties covering

me. "Continue the caning" she told him.

 

Again he whipped me.

The pain was intense. I could no longer hold back from crying.

She felt the wetness on her thighs and saw the tears welling up

in my eyes. "Hubby, you know you deserve this punishment. I

thought you were going to take it like a man, but it doesn't look

like it. You're allowed to cry if you need to". She nodded to

him and again I got whacked with the cane really hard. Somehow

her comment about being allowed to cry bothered me, and at the

same time removed the shame associated with it. I buried my face

into her lap and began crying. "That's it darling, let it all

out. I know it hurts. This is your redemption for being so

naughty." Again she motioned for me to be caned. A moment

later, the searing whack of the cane landed squarely against both

buttocks. I sobbed openly into her lap as she soothed me, "Hang

in there, darling, it's not over yet. The next time you get the

urge to disrespect me, I want you to remember how it feels to be

spanked like this." Again I got the cane. "The pain you're now

experiencing and will feel over the next week represents the

privilege of being allowed to serve John and me." "Yes, wife".

 

He caned me again as I flinched in pain. "I thereby want this

spanking to mark your formal surrender to us as a cuckold

husband." "Yes, I accept" I whimpered. Again he caned me at her

request. "Five more" she commanded. She held my head down tight

as he caned me 5 times in quick succession. It was unbearable

and I lost all composure, thrashing about and bawling

uncontrollably as my wife held my head wrapped in her soiled

underwear. It was the most humiliating incident of my whole

life.

 

Finally, he released me and I stood up. My ass was totally

welted, sore and burning. I could not sit or touch my bottom.

She gave me several tissues with a smile, teasing me, "Awww...did

the punishment hurt??? It was supposed to hurt. The spankings

were a gift, from my lover, to me." She made me dress up in her

mini-skirt and then took various pictures of me, including one

bending over holding my skirt up, another one standing up with

her panties over my face, another one kneeling down kissing her

toes. She removed the panties from my face so I could watch her

give him a long, passionate kiss to show her appreciation. After

he left, she taunted me with the picture on the camera, "here's

what a well-spanked and cuckolded husband looks like!"

 

She told me sympathetically, `I know that punishment was severe,

and I'm sorry it had to be that way." With tears in my eyes over

this utter humiliation, I complained, `But why did you have to

let him spank me?" She held me close, caressing my tender

buttocks, "Husband, you wouldn't understand. John has a lot of

testosterone - way more than you've ever known. All of that

raging male energy has to find an outlet - either when he fucks

me, or through physical aggression on weaker males, or in your

unfortunate case, both. A masculine man like him has to

constantly prove his manhood in protecting his woman. It's his

way of demonstrating that he owns me and that any disrespect of

his woman won't be tolerated. I could have spanked you tender

myself, but you have to admit that he had the firmer touch. And

you certainly deserved it. I was very insulted by you, and this

punishment helped redeem my honor and restore his pride. Plus

you have no idea how romantic it was to see a man defend me...I

was so getting so turned on while he was taking you to task.

Here, let me show you." She removed her briefs and rubbed them

into my face to show me how damp they were.

 

She kissed me while fondling my penis. I hardened immediately.

"I know you'd like to come, but I can't let you. You don't

deserve it." She proceeded to lock me up in a chastity belt,

saying that "I'm keeping you locked up one day for each picture

you took of me, and each pair of panties you stole, and longer if

you give me any attitude." I figured on being locked away for at

least two weeks, and complained in despair, "That's simply

unfair." "Unfair?" she replied indignantly. "Was it fair that I

got a whipping by my lover's belt for your smart-ass comment?

What would be unfair is if I call him back right now to spank you

again. What would you think of that?" I apologized quickly.

"Bend over" she directed. Obediently, I did as told. "You will

have to pay the price for any attitude." She caned me herself,

hard, right on the bottom of my cheeks where I sit.

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