How to Be a Submissive Wife (8 page)

Sarah was
subdued as they got ready for the evening.  She’d decided to wear a
sweater dress with high heeled boots and tight leggings.  Joe had
re-inserted the plug after she’d showered since she was basically wearing
pants.  Noticing her quietness, Joe grabbed her shoulders and made her
look at him.  “Why are you so quiet?”  “Cecilia is not one of my
favorite people.  I don’t look forward to dodging her snarky comments all
night.”   Sarah looked up at him mutinously when making this
statement. 
Joe’s fingers dug into
her shoulders.  “I know she can be a bitch.  Unfortunately, her
husband holds my job in his hands and more importantly, I like him.  
Please try to dodge her comments when you can.  I know it is difficult but
I have faith in you.”  With these words, he pulled her to him and kissed
her forehead.  “Do you have the chain on?”  Smiling softly, Sarah
lifted her sweater dress to show him the chain draped around her waist. 
“Beautiful baby.”
  He crooned and pulled her in for
another hug.

As they
walked into the
Crabhouse
, Cecilia made a big show of
waving them over to the table she and Stan were already sharing with George and
Brenda Johnson.   George Johnson had the
ultra white grin and over coiffed hair one would
usually associate with a televangelist.  Seeing Sarah and Joe walk up, he
jumped up to greet them, pumping Joe’s hand enthusiastically then kissing
Sarah’s cheek.  Brenda Johnson was a petite doe-eyed woman with light
brown hair and violet eyes.   Though she was quiet, she had a natural
beauty that was really startling.  Sarah had always liked her. 
Gesturing to the seat next to her, Brenda invited them to sit down. 
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sarah scooted in next to her in the large circular
booth.   “Brenda and George, it is so nice to see you.”  Sarah
smiled at them.  Joe nodded to the other occupants of the table. 
“Cecilia, Stan it is nice to see you outside of the office too.”  Stan
smiled and nodded his head.  With light blonde hair and startling light
blue eyes he epitomized Scandinavia to Sarah.  His coloring was in stark
contrast to his wife’s black hair and brown eyes.   They made a
striking couple.  Taking a sip of her martini, Cecelia looked Sarah up and
down.  “You look great darling, have you lost weight?”  Sarah looked
at Joe and back at Cecilia.  “I’ve been walking more and I’m doing weight
training two days a week with Joe.  I may have lost weight…I don’t know, I
haven’t weighed myself lately.”  “Well that may be part of why you gained
it in the first place.  I weigh myself every day.”  Cecelia smugly
ran her hands down the sides of her size two body.  Sarah made a
non-committal noise and took another drink of her water. 
Bitch!   To her relief the waiter came up and took their
order.   The cocktail waitress soon followed with drinks for the late
arrivals.  The three couples chatted as the waiter brought up appetizers
and then their entrees.  Sarah and Brenda both had to field passive
aggressive comments from Cecilia throughout the meal.  Sarah’s temper
started to boil over as Cecilia kept verbally poking at gentle Brenda. 

In an attempt
to distract herself from saying anything, Sarah pulled out her phone to see if
she’d gotten any texts from Kate.   Joe laid his hand over hers and
tapped one finger.  Sarah’s eyes widened and she hurriedly put the phone
away.  Stan watched this exchange with interest.  Meeting his eyes,
Sarah blushed and tucked into her dinner.
 
Joe’s hand dropped to her thigh.  He rubbed up and down as he visited with
his co-workers.  Occasionally he would squeeze her thigh right above the
knee.  Every time he did this, Sarah would feel a zing to her clit. 
She started to shift a bit in her seat, attempting to relieve the ache building
between her legs.  Joe leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Settle down
Honey.  I promise I’ll take care of you later.”  Sarah blushed and
complied with his order.  Stan once again noticed their interplay and
narrowed his eyes in speculation.  Finishing up their desserts, the three
couples paid their bills and scooted out of the corner booth.  Wrapping
themselves in their coats they all walked across the street to
Salty’s
Bar. 
Salty’s
was a
popular pool hall.  It was well known in the office that Stan loved to
play eight ball so most of his employees played pool in an attempt to get on
his better side.  Joe and Sarah were avid pool players since college so
Stan often invited them to join him when he played pool. 

Cecilia was
an indifferent player and spent most of her time complaining rather than
enjoying the company of her husband and their friends.  Sarah attempted to
ignore her snarky comments and play
ed the
game as well as she could.  Brenda was playing with her against Joe and
George.  Stan and Cecilia sat out the game.  They would play the
winners.  As Brenda leaned over to take a shot, Cecilia remarked, “You
really should try out that new buns and thighs video I just got Brenda. 
It would really help you with that cottage cheese on your thighs.”  Brenda
looked up with tears in her eyes and muffed the shot.  Hanging her head in
embarrassment, she went to sit down and wouldn’t look at anyone.  Fuming
inside Sarah stalked up to Cecilia.  “Brenda is absolutely
beautiful.  I would rather look like her any day of the week than be a
bitch like you!”  With this verbal shot, Sarah stalked over to Brenda and
sat next to her with her arm around Brenda’s shoulders.  Watching this
scene, Joe crooked a finger at Sarah.  Realizing that she’s gone against
his orders, Sarah’s shoulders slumped as she stood up and walked to him. 
Leaning over to whisper in her ear Joe said, “I want you to excuse yourself and
go to the back bathroom in a few minutes.  I will join you soon.” 
Nodding, Sarah returned to the game.  After her next turn she excused
herself to go to the bathroom. 

Walking down
the long hallway, Sarah was grateful to note that the music was especially loud
in the corridor.  No one should hear if Joe decided to discipline her here
and there.  Letting herself into the large
uni
-sex
bathroom, Sarah waited until she heard a tapping.  “Joe?”  “Yes,
Honey…let me in.”  She opened the door.
 
Joe looked around and let himself in and stood in front of her with his arms
folded over his chest.   “So, you know why you are here right?” 
Sarah dropped her head, “I’m sorry Sir.  I just couldn’t stand it
anymore.  She was being so awful.”  “I agree with you. 
Unfortunately, you did go against my direct orders so I’m going to have to
punish you.”  With these words he unfolded his arms and reached out to
grasp her chin with his fingertips.  “The good news is that I’m not going
to use the hairbrush. You did have some provocation for attacking
Cecilia.  The bad news is that I’m going to do your spanking right
now.”  Sarah looked apprehensive.  “What if someone hears?”  Joe
shrugged his shoulders.  “Most people use the main restrooms in
front.  This one is really just for handicapped people.  Also, the
music in the hallway is pretty loud.  You’d have to be standing with your
ear to the door to hear much.”  Slapping his hands together he said, “I
want you strip off your top and your bra, pull down your pants to mid-thigh and
lean over holding that handicapped rail on the side of the rest room.”  
Sarah complied with his order by first pulling off her sweater dress and her
bra.  She hung them on the hook provided in the room and then shimmied her
leggings down until they were at the mid-thigh.   Joe pointed at the
bar he wanted her to grasp.  She leaned over, with her bare ass arched up
to receive his correction.  Joe couldn’t help but admire the picture she
made with her full pink tipped breasts swinging slightly as she moved. 
His gaze followed the line of her body down to a trim ribcage and tiny waist
curving back up to ample buttocks punctuated by the butt plug.  Around her
waist, he could see the chain and pendant dangling.  His cock hardened
slightly at this tangible symbol of his ownership.  Standing to her side
he lifted up his hand.  “I’m going to give you fifteen, five for playing
on your
cellphone
, five for disobeying a direct order
from me and five for being rude to Cecilia.  I want you to count as I
correct you.  Do you understand?  Shifting her weight nervously Sarah
said meekly, “Yes, Sir.”  Joe lifted his heavy hand and brought it down
hard on her right butt cheek, “Smack!”  Sarah swayed forward slightly but
caught herself with her outstretched arms.  Her breasts jiggled wildly
back and forth in reaction to his blow. 
“One, Sir.”
 
Came out in a strangled tone.
  Joe resumed the
spanking alternating between her butt cheeks and her upper thighs quickly
driving her to the count of fifteen.  Sarah kept count though it became
difficult towards the end.  “Fifteen, Sir.”  Her upper body collapsed
down while still holding the bar.  Joe rubbed her bright red ass and ran
his fingertips over her sopping slit.  “We’ll have to wait until we get
home to deal with this Sweetie.”  Gently helping her stand, he kissed her
on the lips.  “Put yourself together Honey.  We need to rejoin our
group.  You don’t have to apologize to Cecilia, she was out of
line.”  Smiling in gratitude, Sarah gingerly pulled up her leggings over
her bright red ass and donned her bra and sweater dress.  Looking in the
mirror, she finger combed her hair.  Hopefully, no one would notice her
flushed cheeks in the darkened bar.  “You slip out in front of me and I
will follow in a few minutes.” Joe ordered.  Sarah cracked the door open
and looked out.  Stan was standing there looking at her expectantly. 
“Go on ahead and join the others, Sarah, I need to talk with Joe.” 
Looking back at Joe with wide eyes, Sarah silently asked what she should
do.  “Run on
ahead
Hon, I’ll be right out.” 
Joe gave her a reassuring smile.

After Sarah
scurried by, Stan looked at Joe.  “I thin
k we need to talk.” 
“Yes, Sir.”
 
Joe replied.  “Let’s go to the bar and have a drink.”  The two men
walked shoulder to shoulder out to their party.  “Joe and I are going to
talk for a few minutes.  Continue with the game without us.” 
Throwing a companionable arm around Joe’s shoulder, Stan led him to the
bar.  After ordering a few beers, Stan turned to look at Joe.  “So is
that what I thought it was?”  Joe looked at him cautiously.  “What
did you think it was?” 
“Sounded like you were walloping
your wife’s ass for my wife’s bitchiness.
  That doesn’t seem quite
fair.”  Having said this, Stan reached for his beer and took a sip. 
“Um, she was getting disciplined for not following the rules we’ve agreed upon
for her behavior.”  Joe nervously sipped his beer as well.  “So…she’s
okay with it?” 
Stan’s pale blue eyes widened in
disbelief.
  “Yeah, she suggested that we have a Domestic Discipline
marriage a little over a month ago.”   Joe shifted on his barstool
and cleared his throat.  “She read this marriage manual called
How to Be a Submissive Wife
.  She gave me the companion book called
How to Be a Dominant Husband.
  Most of the husband’s manual deals with topics
related to setting up a contract that both parties agree to and sign.  The
husband is in charge of enforcing the agreement.”  “And part of enforcing
the agreement includes…”  Stan trailed off.  “Spanking on the bare
bottom or using a hairbrush in the more serious offences.”  Joe
explained.  “Hmmm…my wife could really use some means to curb her
mouth.”  Stan offered.  “I wonder if there is any way to start a
Domestic Discipline marriage without the wife’s consent.”  He
speculated.  “I don’t know Stan.  Is there any leverage you could use
to start such an arrangement?”  Joe replied.  Stan stared into
space.  “Well, I hate to do it but we have a really solid pre-
nup
.  I could threaten divorce and threaten to cut her
off completely.  That might work.”  Joe shrugged.  “That’s up to
you.  All can I tell you is that we are getting along better than we have
in years…both in and out of the bed.”   Stan laughed and slapped Joe
on the back.  “It is definitely worth looking into.  I am so sick of
her bitchy mouth.”  Stan laughed ruefully.  Joe smiled in
commiseration.  They headed back to the others sharing a masculine laugh.

Strolling up
to Sarah as she took a shot, Joe leaned over her to pat her sore ass. 
“Don’t worry Babe.  Everything is okay.”  Sarah jumped and then
colored at her reaction to his caress.  “You messed up my
shot!”   He laughed and pulled her into his arms.  “Sorry about
that Hon.  I
promise that I’ll make
it up to you.”  She blushed deeper at his knowing glance.  Noting
their intimacy, Cecilia glared at them both.  “Get a room you two!” 
Joe looked at her with hard eyes.  “Piss off Cecilia.  I’m not ashamed
to show how much I love my wife.”  George looked at them all with
apprehensive eyes.  “I think it is time for Brenda and me to head
home.  Say your goodbyes
Dear
.”  Brenda came
up to Sarah and hugged her. “Thanks for sticking up for me.”  She
whispered against Sarah’s ear.  “Don’t worry about it.”  Sarah
answered.  “That bitch needed a smack down.”  She smiled at
Brenda.   “Let’s get together soon…okay?”  Brenda nodded. 
“Sounds great!”
  George grabbed Brenda’s elbow. 
“See you all at work on Monday.”  He dragged her to the exit while waving
over his shoulder.  “I think we should head out too.”  Joe
said.  Sarah went to collect her coat and purse with alacrity.  “I’m
ready!”  Joe smiled at her enthusiasm.  “I’ll see you on Monday
Stan.  Cecilia.”  He nodded to her as a courtesy.  Grabbing
Sarah’s elbow with a firm grip he led her out the door.