Obedience

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Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: The title says it all. A newly married woman is taught to obey by a teacher of such things.

She remembered the beginning well. It was Friday night. Her husband, Bill, and his two closest friends were watching Friday Night Football. Never a sports nut, she consoled herself with wine. It was two weeks after her period, always at time when she was at her horniest. Once the wine kicked in she was coquettish, flirting with the men and being just this side of being naughty.

By the time the game ended Jan was two-and-three-quarter sheets to the wind, and as horny as all get out. Bill saw all the signs. "Would you like my friends to fuck you?" he asked.

"That would be nice," she answered in a playful voice.

"Then go up to each of them, take their cocks out of their pants, suck on it, and beg them to fuck you." She was just in the proper mood to do as her husband said. She sucked the cock of each man and asked him to fuck her. She went back to her husband. "Happy?" she asked in a voice that was quickly slurring.

"Not yet. Take your clothes off and get in the doggy position."

It was one big sexy game to Jan. She stripped and got on her hands and knees. The three men took her in rapid succession.

Saturday her husband said, "You were a very naughty girl last night."

"But you said..."

"Saying and doing are two completely different things. Just because I said it did not mean you had to go to each man, suck his cock, and beg him to fuck you. You could have refused. Now it is my duty, as your husband, to apply corrective action. Take all your clothes off."

"What are you going to do?"

"Spank you, there is no other recourse."

She could feel herself start to tremble as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Are you sure you must spank me?"

"Absolutely. Now hurry along. We haven't all night."

Jan knew her husband, once he made up his mind there usually was nothing she could do to change it. It was worth one more try. "But..."

"No more buts. The only butt I want to see is over my lap."

"Yes, Sir." She continued to undress until she stood before him completely naked. He slid to the center of the couch and patted his thigh. She went and climbed up on the couch, and laid down as he wanted. The first whack came down hard on her right cheek. It burned and she began to cry.

In high school she was a wisp of a girl and terribly shy. She envied the girls that had bosoms for the boys to ogle over. Since none of the school boys were interested in taking her to the senior prom her father arranged for a friend of the family to escort her. He was ten years her senior, and knew a thing or two about women and dating. He made the night perfect, and she was smitten. On the second date he took her to his apartment. He ordered her to undress. She was too bashful to comply. "Do you want to go out with me again? he asked. She nodded her head. "Then you need to undress for me. Do you want me to do it?" Jan again nodded her head. This was the only man that ever paid the slightest attention to her and she didn't want to lose him. She was sure there was nothing in her life that was harder for her to do then stand perfectly still while he took off her clothes. Somehow she turned when he said turn. Her body turned to goose bumps as he ran his hand down the front of he body and up the back. He told her how beautiful she was. Jan even quizzed him. "Aren't I too skinny? Isn't my chest too flat?" "No," he answered, "Everything is perfect." She was in love. The courtship was short; they married a week after she graduated.

She loved to hear her husband tell her how beautiful she was, even if she knew she was of plain face and body. She quickly learned the compliment only came when she was completely naked. She spent as much time being naked with him as she could. When he complained about getting hair in his mouth when he ate at the "Y", she went to her beautician for a complete body waxing. When she showed him the result he said, "You have perfected perfection." She stood in front of a mirror and looked at the opening to her sex with the hood just peeking out. He had told her a while ago that she had an impressive clit. She wasn't sure what he meant, didn't all girls have clits? She didn't want to look stupid about her own body so she never asked him what he meant. It was almost a half inch long when she was fully aroused and super sensitive to touch. He had told her how glad he was that her sex was now on display and not hidden behind a bush of hair. If that was what he wanted then that was what he would get. That became her motto for her marriage.

After the sixth or eighth slap, she lost count, her poor bottom stung like the devil. When she thought he was through she was about to get up, but his hand kept pressure on the small of her back. "Spread your legs." His other hand pushed on her thigh until she complied with his wishes. Much to her surprise he started diddling her, softly. He knew how she liked her pussy played with. Her crying stopped and a smile crept onto her face. His fingers found her clitoris. There was nothing she liked better then to have him tease her "little man in the boat," as it had been once described to her. It was a sure fire way to have a climax, which he gave her. When she finally got to stand up she was grinning from ear to ear.

"It would seem that your punishment was a failure," her husband said.

"That was fun!"

"From now on a spanking and diddling will be your reward for pleasing me."

"And how may I please you?"

"By doing everything I tell you to do."

"Including begging your friends to fuck me?"

"Including you begging my friends to fuck you."

Bill had Jan get her nipples and the top of her hood pierced with small gold rings. He bought decorative feathers for her to hang from the rings. The feathers were just like the ones in the latest erring fashion, except they were made to hang from the rings. They came in several colors so she had a choice each day as to what she wanted to wear. When he came home from work he expected her to wear nothing else but the feathers. When his friends came over she was to wear only the feathers. It made quite a hit with his buddies. She was there for them for the asking. When her parents were due for a visit Bill told Jan that she would wear only her feathers for them.

She told him, "I would sooner hide in the back of the closet, like my parents cockapoodle does in a thunderstorm, than let my parents see me wearing only fancy feathers."

"Need I remind you that you promised me your complete obedience?"

She weighed what was more important, her word to him or her vanity. Her word won. Not that she didn't feel completely ashamed as she stood only wearing feathers before her parents.

"I applaud you," her father said to her husband, "to see that you have been able to drive her out of her shell. God knows I tried and failed."

"I think she is at her most beautiful this way," Bill answered.

"I must agree," her father said.

"We can't thank you enough for bringing our daughter out of the darkness and into the light. If there is any thing, any thing at all, that we can do for you, just asked, and we will comply," Her mother said.

"And if I asked that her father fuck his daughter would he do it?" Bill asked, surely pushing the limits.

There was a long pause, what some would call a pregnant pause. "Yes, I suppose he would," Jan's mother answered.

Jan was shocked at the thought. When her parents left she asked, "Would you really have my father fuck me?"

"Have you ever thought what it would be like?"

"Once when I was twelve. I accidentally saw him naked and wondered what it would be like to have his penis in my vagina."

"Well, perhaps one day I will fulfill your wonder."

Bill had sex with Jan every night of the week. If she was on her period he had anal sex with her. Orgasms for her were hard to come by with ordinary sex. She strove hard to be his exemplary wife and sex partner so he would spank and diddle her. She always had an orgasm that way.

"We are going to visit my mentor. Wear your feathers under a plain dress."

She guessed that she would be taking her dress off to show off her feathers to his mentor. Jan wondered who that was, Bill never mentioned a mentor before. When she asked he said, "You'll see." She wore a loose fitting dress that had a zipper down the front from collar to hem. They drove to a very palatial estate fronted by a curved drive. The door was answered by a butler, and they were shown to a great room filled with antiques. Bill's mentor, a Mr. Hessen, greeted them in a light blue pull over sweater and navy blue slacks. He carried a riding crop. He was a good twenty years older than Bill and when he talked it was with a strong European accent.

"Take off your dress and show Mr. Hessen your feathers." As she was taking off the dress a young girl dressed in a short skirted, French maid's uniform appeared next to her to take away the dress. She found herself more ashamed to be nearly naked in front of the maid then she was in front of her husband's mentor. The maid assumed a discrete position against one wall after she put Jan's clothes in a closet. Mr. Hessen looked Jan over critically. He used the tip of the crop to lift the feathers to get a better look at her sex. Jan blushed as she looked at the maid, who was looking at her and couldn't possibly be more that twelve or thirteen-years-old. Seemingly satisfied with what he saw in the front he told Jan to turn around. He again used the tip of the riding crop, this time to push open a cheek of her buttocks. Jan's first thought was that the maid again saw her being shamed.

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