Layla Lays Down the Law

His socks are on the floor. Again. Every day she picks up after him before she goes to work. Every day he spends all of his extra time playing video games. Sure, they both have full time jobs, but she has two. She comes home and does everything. She’s so frustrated, and so tired of talking to a blank wall.

Cal knows that Layla is frustrated. He hears her from the shower. He forgot to pick up his clothes again. He doesn’t mean to frustrate her. He wants to do better. He just always seems to fall into the same old rut. It’s so easy to just come home and play, but he wants more. He wants more from himself and more from their relationship. He has some ideas about what might help but doesn’t know how to bring it up.

They both finish getting ready to head out to work. They are each a bit irritable, but kiss each other tensely on the way out the door. “I love you” he says. “I love you too,” Layla replies. They mean it. They really do.

Cal is going to do it today. He’s tired of the status quo and doesn’t want to keep messing up the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He sends Layla a text at lunch time. “I want to talk about my behavior tonight. I have some ideas about what might help if you’re open to them. I’m so sorry about putting everything on you. I want to change.”

Layla looks at her phone. She doesn’t quite know what to think. She is glad he’s bringing it up for sure. She has quite a bit of built up frustration and probably some aggression. Something certainly needs to change. What could he mean though? She sends the text “What ideas?”

Does he reply specifically? Why not. If she’s going to be disgusted with him, she will be now or later one. “I was thinking we might try domestic discipline. I think knowing you will spank me will motivate me to do better.”

Well then. Layla certainly wasn’t expecting that response. She was suddenly a little wet though. Was she supposed to be wet? Is this supposed to turn her on. She liked the idea of taking some of her frustration out on his ass. It would sure be nice to turn it nice and red. She replied “I think I would like that very much.”

Cal blinked. She would “like” it? He was hoping for reluctant curiosity. Her liking it had never actually crossed his mind. He thought his fantasies were just that. The box was open now though. That cat is not going back in the bag.

The rest of Cal’s day seemed to take forever. He was very nervous, and a little excited. This was actually happening.

Layla spent the rest of her day thinking, planning. She could make this work. She had very specific plans by the end of the day. If he would consent to it, she was prepared to take Cal in hand. She knew deep down that it was something he needed, and something they would both benefit from. She sent him a message “I will be a little late. I have some shopping to do. Please have dinner on the table at 6:30, the kitchen clean, and all of the dishes done.”

Cal’s stomach dropped. This seemed very real. What was she shopping for exactly? His ass tingled a little bit at the thought. He was definitely going to do the things she asked. What for dinner? She loved chicken Ceasar salad, and that could be cleaned up and served at the same time.

Cal got home a little after five. He washed the dishes he had left in the sink from the morning (and the night before) and put the chicken on the grill. He prepared the lettuce and parmesan cheese and put the croutons and dressing on the table. The chicken finished up and he put it on the cutting board to cool. While he waited he cleaned up the kitchen. He had left a mess by the coffee pot, and another beside the fridge where he had made his sandwich. There was also a pair of his underwear in the middle of the floor? Why did he even do that? He picked it up hastily and felt a wave of disappointment in himself. No wonder she was so frustrated with him. He was treating her like a maid. It was almost 6:30, so he finished up dinner, washed up a bit, and poured them both some wine.

Layla had to google what store she needed to go to for the supplies she needed. She knew she wanted a paddle, and something leather. There was a kink shop in town, just 15 minutes from her work. She headed out a little early to beat traffic.

When she opened the door of the shop a little bell rang. It was bright and friendly feeling inside, the slight smell of leather and incense in the air. The products weren’t something she was super familiar with, but the worker waved at her and offered to help her if she wanted it.

Layla took some time to get her bearings and find her way around the shop. The section she was looking for was in the back, and they had a very nice selection. She found a nice solid paddle. It was round and plastic. Very light, but sturdy and big. It had holes drilled in it. It was perfect to make an impression without much bruising. She picked out a nice small flogger that had a nice feel. It was soft and purple and would be very easy to control. She had some thoughts on how she might use something like this.

The last thing she wanted was way up high, and she did have to call the sales clerk to help her get it down. It was a heavy leather tawse, with three pieces, extending about 14 inches from the handle. She knew this would be mean, and would drive home any point she needed to make. She hoped it would be more of a threat than a tool she used often, but she wasn’t going to let Cal wiggle out of anything.

“Is there anything else we can get you while you’re here?” The saleswoman asked.

“Do you have any suggestions? I am taking my husband in hand finally.”

The saleswoman smirked. “We have a class on BDSM that meets on Mondays. It’s a great way to meet people and learn new things.”

That sounds delightful. Sign me up.

They completed the paperwork and got Layla all checked out. She had a little extra time, so she made a trip by her favorite lingerie shop and picked up a sexy corset and thigh high combo. After purchasing it she slipped into their dressing room and put it on under her work clothes. She was ready.

As she opened the door the delicious smell of chicken met her. Cal really could cook when he tried. He had a gift for domesticity that had been being wasted. No more, she decided.

Cal was tossing the croutons and dressing into the salad when he heard the door. He greeted Layla and saw the bags she was carrying. He didn’t recognize the store name, but it felt slightly ominous for some reason. She was moving with a confidence he hadn’t seen in awhile. When they made eye contact she smiled. He liked that. She had such a beautiful smile. He found her so attractive. “I love you. You’re so beautiful.” It just slipped out. He blushed. He wasn’t normally like this.

Layla broke out in a wide smile. She loved this. “Thank you! I love you too” she added, kissing him on the forehead. “This looks delicious!” Layla sat down and waited for him to do the same.

After they were both served and had started eating, Cal nervously asked if she had thought more about his text.

“I absolutely have and I think I have this all figured out. I just need your consent.”

“Tell me more” Cal asked. He noticed his cock was getting uncomfortably hard. He wasn’t expecting that. He shifted a bit in his seat, trying to adjust himself and blushing for some reason. Why was he blushing. Why was he so hot all of a sudden?

“I think we should agree on some very clear behavioral expectations, and some very clear consequences for breaking those expectations. I know you can have trouble following through on your agreements, so I will apply firm punishment to keep you in line. I’m honestly very tired and frustrated with picking up after you. I’m not going to do it anymore. Do you agree to have me spank you if you fail to keep up your behavior?”

“I would like that very much.” Cal managed. He could no longer contain his erection. He couldn’t remember having one this hard since he was in his teen years. This was going to be a problem. He knew that he needed to be over her knee.

“I think you should spank me tonight to remind me of what will happen if I don’t follow through. And to punish me for not pulling my weight. I’m so sorry.”

He was sincere. She could see the emotion in his face. She couldn’t yet see the other effect this was having on him. “I would be very happy to. I picked up some tools on the way home.”

They were finished eating now. It was delicious and they both felt better after a good meal. “I will clean up,” Layla stated. You take my bags upstairs and lay the tools out on the bed. Undress completely and sit on the side of the bed to wait for me with your hands on the back of your head. I want you to think about how you have been acting, and how you are going to do better in the future.”

“Yes Ma’am” Cal replied. He hadn’t ever called her that before. He glanced over and saw her smile. She liked that. He got up to go upstairs and completely forgot about his raging hard on sticking straight up in his pants. She noticed.

“I see this excites you.”

Cal froze. He didn’t know what to say. What would she think. He didn’t notice that she got up too. She had snuck up behind him and he felt a hand slide down his pants and grasp his cock. He let out a moan and his knees almost buckled. She then slid two fingers in his mouth that she had obviously just slid through her sex because they were dripping his favorite nectar. He sucked them greedily. “It’s okay.” She whispered in his ear. I know what to do with naughty boys.”

Cal’s mouth dropped open. He knew his life was changing in this moment. Everything he had ever wanted, ever desired, ever dreamed of was coming to pass. He had kindled a fire in his wife that would burn bright for both of them.

Layla let go and said “off you go!” as she swatted him on the butt. He quickly grabbed her bags and headed upstairs to the bedroom as she started clearing the table. His cock bobbed noticeably as he climbed the stairs. He was ready for this, right?

He carefully laid her tools out on the bed one by one. The paddle was light. It couldn’t hurt that much, right? It was pretty though. A light purple with a white floral lace pattern. She had good taste. The next tool was smaller. A small flogger. The leather was soft and subtle. Also not that intimidating. What’s the worse she could do with that. The next thing he pulled from the bag was definitely intimidating. It was heavy, and leather. It had three long straps that were curved on the ends. The handle was heavy and it was meant to be swung with force. Cal was pretty sure he wanted to avoid that one. It made his tummy feel a little funny looking at it.

He began to undress. It was a little hard to breathe and his loins were aching at this point. It felt good to let things free though. He wasn’t exactly sure how this erection was going to play into things. He put his hands on his head like she had asked. Oh wow. This made him feel very exposed.

Layla cleared the table and washed the dishes up quickly. She was excited to get to work, and didn’t want Cal to wait too long. She took off her pants and blouse before heading upstairs. She wanted the full effect when she walked in the room.

Cal was almost startled when Layla opened the door, and he was certainly startled when he saw what she was wearing. The black corset pushed her breasts up to where they could not be ignored, and her ass was perfectly framed by the garters holding up a pair of floral lace thigh highs with that little seam up the back.

“Are you ready?” She asked after a bit. Cal had been staring at her for at least thirty seconds, his jaw agape. She had obviously made the impression she had intended.

“I need you to be cognizant for this conversation. What do you say we relieve a little pressure before we get started?”

It was all Cal could do to nod his head. Her hand found his cock and slowly moved up and down. Three strokes in he came in long, thick spurts. She went to the bathroom to grab a towel and cleaned him up quickly.

“Now then. What sort of spanking do you think you need today?”

Cal wasn’t quite ready for this question. He thought for a moment. He knew he needed to know that she was serious, and that she would give him the motivation he needed to be better. “I think I need something firm that will help me understand that you are in charge. I want you to make it hurt. I think I want to cry.” It was out. He said it. He suddenly felt relief.

“Good. I think we will both like that. If it’s too much and you need to stop for any reason, I want you to say ‘red.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Cal replied. “I’m ready.”

“We’re going to start over my lap, then I am going to have you lay over the edge of the bed. If you move or don’t follow instructions, I’m going to use the tawse. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Cal replied, positioning himself over his wife’s lap. He was so relieved to be here.

She started in with her hand. She wanted to warm him up well. She didn’t think he had ever been spanked before, and knew he needed a good introduction. She started slowly, allowing him to get used to the sensation. She slowly picked up the pace, making sure to thoroughly redden his cheeks and upper thighs.

“This hurts” Cal thought, as Layla got started. It was just her hand though. He knew it would get worse. It was easy to stay still until she started in on his thighs. That was much more intense and he wanted to squirm, but held himself still. He was going to be a good boy for her.

It was as if she knew what he was thinking. “Good boy” she said as she finished warming his ass. “Now get up and lay over the edge of the bed. We’re going to get started with your punishment.”

There was something about how she said that word. He saw her grab the paddle and move behind him. He was not prepared for that first swat. It hit him squarely in the right butt cheek and it was suddenly on fire. She gave him a bit to recover and put her hand on his lower back. “I want you to think about ever time I have picked up your dirty underwear off of the floor. Every time I washed the dishes you said you would get. Every time I have slaved away without your help.” With this she landed the second blow on his left cheek. She wasn’t holding back and he had underestimated that paddle.

The second set of swats was lower, right on his sit spot. He cried out as they landed. It stung so much.

Layla liked this. She was able to get out some of the frustration she had been feeling, and his ass looked amazing the redder it got. She landed two more swats, alternating cheeks. He was feeling it now. She reared back for the next set. Three in a row, right on his sit spot on the right side. Were those tears? She gave him just a bit before doing the same on the left.

Cal was definitely holding back tears. He didn’t know it would hurt this much. She also seemed to really be enjoying it. He was going to hold still.

The next set came quickly. Not quite as hard as before, but it was like the results were cumulative. Each swat built on the last. He wasn’t sure exactly how many were in this set. She was getting into it, finding her rhythm.

When she finally took a break Cal realized that he had been holding his breath. He purposely took a few deep breaths to steady himself as she caught her breath. He was actually thankful in that moment that they had put off joining that gym.

The next set was steady. One side, then the other. It was throbbing at this point, and he couldn’t hold back the tears. As she continued to assault his crimson ass he began to sob, years of guilt flowing out with his tears.

When she finally put down the paddle, it felt as if he had been washed clean. As the sobbing subsided, his attention returned to his cock, which had again become rock hard.

Layla caressed Cal as he cried, helping to calm him. “You did so good baby. Let’s roll you over.”

As she helped him onto the bed, she saw it. He was just as aroused as she was. They moved into the middle of the bed and she kissed him deeply. As they kissed they were overcome with a primal passion for each other. All of the emotion of the day and the past few years came rushing back as she climbed on top of him and slid him into her dripping slit.

She fucked him. There is no other way to describe the scene as she rode his cock into oblivion. They came together. An orgasm exploding across the universe.

As they laid together, holding each other. They knew that things would be better now. They were as they should be. Cal hoped the next time would be for fun though. She obviously had many plans for him, and he liked it that way.