A spending spree and its consequences

For any woman there must be occasional highlights in life that only a woman among women can experience. For Annette, there were those little highlights that every woman appreciates. At least once a month she would meet up with her friends for a girls' night out. And judging by the mood in which she came back from those evenings, it seemed to do her good. But then came the idea of Prague...

One day she confronted me about what she had planned with her friends. It was about a little trip to Prague. They only wanted to spend a few days in the golden city and they wanted to be by themselves - unsupervised, without men, without a leash, without restrictions.

In our case, such decisions could not simply be made by the woman alone. We had a very old-fashioned relationship and if my wife wanted to go to Prague, I definitely had a say and could even forbid her. This means, she had to get my approval first. I had to allow her the little treat, and if I said no, it just didn't happen for her.

But basically I could trust my wife. We had been living together for almost ten years now, and during that time she had always proved to be an obedient wife. Of course, my right to discipline had been unquestioned right from the start, and I had occasionally had to punish her when she broke one of my rules. But she was anything but a rebellious woman and always bowed docilely to her fate whenever I stood in front of her with the leather strap in my hand.

So the girls set off for Prague and, as women are like that, the trip was not only used for sightseeing, but above all for shopping. It's just too seductive when all you have to do is pull out a piece of plastic to fulfill your desires. And women always have wishes. Especially when it comes to clothing. They quickly forget all reason and just can't hold back, even if the closet at home is already overflowing and a simple dress is said to cost a small fortune.

Annette had her own job and earned her own money. But we determined from the start that there would be no mine and yours between us. In other words, everything that we both earned went into one pot or, more specifically, into a joint account. Of course, it was my job to decide on the joint finances. While she had access to the account in case of emergencies, she also knew what would happen if she ever used it without my permission.

Annette received monthly pocket money from me and of course enough euros to do the everyday shopping. She didn't have her own credit card and the card she always carried belonged to our joint account and she was accountable to me whenever she used it.

Of course I had instructed her exactly how much money she was allowed to spend in Prague. But , what a surprise, this amount was already used up on the second day. I was able to follow it live because I received an SMS tin the very minute she used her, or rather our, credit card. So when she returned from her short trip to Prague on Sunday evening, I was already well informed. And I also knew why her welcome kiss was somehow not quite as intimate as one would expect between close-knit spouses who have been apart for several days.

Of course she tried to get me excited about her new acquisitions as she unpacked the numerous items of clothing she had bought in Prague. She had taste, I knew that, and no doubt every single piece suited her well and I would love to see her in them. But there were rules and principles between us and if she broke them, she had to pay for it. No ifs and buts.

She must have noticed that my enthusiasm was limited. She probably knew exactly what my serious look meant. I nodded benevolently and certainly shared their enthusiasm. But my real thoughts were of a different nature.

"Do you have something to tell me, Annette?" I finally asked her when the little personal fashion show was over. We both knew what the real meaning of this question was, and she in particular knew that the time for reckoning had now come. She knew that I appreciated it when she took care of her appearance and liked to wear nice clothes at home. But she also knew that there were rules and that I wasn't the kind of man to forgive a woman's weaknesses just because she dressed up.

Of course, she had secretly turned me on and I had watched it with a certain desire when she repeatedly undressed, changed and dressed in front of me to present herself in several different outfits and combinations thereof. So I knew I was going to fuck her really hard that night. After all, I had had to do without her presence for almost a week. But first, a problem had to be clarified and an appropriate response had to be taken.

The wide leather strap that would be part of the solution to the problem was already lying on our shared bed. But she didn't know that at that moment, although she should know.

She did what women always do when they know they have a problem and can't see a way out. She came up to me, hugged me, kissed me and did everything to appease me while igniting my desire. I didn't fight it. I even returned her kiss, which of course was particularly intimate. I pressed her very tightly to me. But in the end she had to realize with resignation that she couldn't soften me with that.

Incidentally, the children stood by the whole time and giggled in amusement when mum and dad held each other too long and seemed to really love each other.

But no kiss lasts forever and when this one ended, she looked at me again and noticed with obvious resignation that I was still waiting for my question to be answered.

Now followed the tears number and there is probably no female being that does not master this to excess. In the end, she verbally admitted to what was already obvious and admitted to having spent far too much money in Prague. More than I had allowed her to. Far more than what could be called reasonable. So she desperately begged my forgiveness and apologized a thousand times.

I gently pushed her away from me. Turning to the children, I said: “Go to your room. Dinner is in an hour. Dad will go upstairs with mom now. Mom has done something very bad and needs to be punished for it.”

I never hesitated to punish Annette when the children were in the house. They should learn that everyone in the house was to obey and that any wrongdoing would be punished - by me and without exception. I gave Anette a sign and she made her way into the bedroom without a murmur. She went upstairs with her eyes downcast and tears in her eyes. She knew exacly what to do and that I would be following her in minutes. She also knew that she had to undress completely and that she was to wait on me, humbly kneeling on the bed.

I gave her fifteen minutes to get ready and get used to the idea. Then I went upstairs too. I carefully locked the bedroom door and surveyed the scene not without satisfaction. She was naked, because that was the custom in this house when punishment was called for. She was pretty, I always had to admit that when I saw her like that. And she had a distinctly feminine form, from a beautiful, firm breast to two strong thighs, over which, in her current posture, two beautifully formed, protruding buttocks were enthroned.

I hated women with a wild bush between their legs and had instructed them from the very beginning of our marriage to always come to me carefully stripped of all body hair. Even now, no disturbing pubic hair prevented me from calmly contemplating her femininity. She had pushed her butt back invitingly and thus assumed a position in which, under other circumstances, I would have immediately penetrated her from behind. Her buttocks were slightly open and she shamelessly presented her orifices to me, both of which I had already used extensively and which still triggered animalistic desires in me again and again.

She looked back and followed my every move with fearful eyes flickering. I tried to keep my face determined as I reached for the wide leather strap I would use to spank her. It was quite an impressive specimen, particularly wide, particularly thick and beautifully supple thanks to years of careful care. There used to be something like this in every family and I was determined to carry on the old traditions and maintain discipline and order in my home with this very belt. For the children, of course, I used a narrower and lighter specimen, but a disobedient woman had to sense that she had made a mistake.

"I don't think there is much to say here, Annette. You violated my instructions and now I will punish you for it. The clothes you bought are of course very beautiful and I will be happy to see you in them. But you've significantly exceeded the amount I gave you for Prague. If I counted correctly, you bought a total of seven items of clothing. You will receive five slaps for each of these so that every time you put one on you will remind yourself of that rebuke.”

With that, I took a position to the side of her and swung back. The very first blow left a fiery red welt running across her defenseless buttocks. She bucked and let out a stifled scream. But only a few moments later she had assumed the expected posture again. She obediently pushed her butt back again and was ready for the sequel of her punishment.

She knew that if she left her position or even tried to dodge or refuse the blows, I would mercilessly start all over again and her punishment would only be far more severe than originally intended. So she summoned up all her willpower to show herself remorseful and willing.

It was my belief that buttocks and thighs are the only proper body parts to chastise a woman. Here, the leather meets a sufficiently muscle-flesh-padded skin surface, allowing maximum impact without the risk of long-lasting or even permanent marks. After all, I didn't want to hurt a disobedient woman, I just wanted to cause her enough pain that she would learn from her wrongdoing and develop a deep-seated fear of being punished again.

I proceeded methodically and in stoic calmness wrote one welt after the other on the readily offered body. She screamed. She wailed. she howled. But whenever she had left her position, she forced herself ironically to present herself to me in such a way that the next blow reached her body in the best possible way. It wasn't always like that. Especially at the beginning of our marriage, some punishments dragged on for a little while and she received a multiple of the originally announced number of slaps because she simply couldn't control herself and kept trying to avoid me.

But at some point she had learned what is better for her and this time I only had to mark her with as many welts as I had promised her. Then I let go of her, put the leather strap back in its place on a dresser, and left the room.

"I'm going to cook dinner tonight," I said. "I'll expect you at table in half an hour."

It was a silent dinner that followed later. Annette stared at her plate in embarrassment, her face still red from the streams of tears she had shed. The children sensed that their mother had obviously been punished for a very bad deed and did not say a word. The master of the house had once again fulfilled his task and ensured discipline and order.

When the children had found their way to bed, Annette and I spent a quiet evening watching TV. She snuggled up to me lovingly while we watched one of those cheesy movies they usually air on Sunday nights. Annette had never been one of those women who saw a beating as the greatest tragedy of their lives and then locked themselves in their room in anger or even left the house to cry to their mother. She knew that she would not find much sympathy in her childhood home. Her parents were the old-fashioned sort who didn't mind a young wife being badly beaten up for her misconduct. So her only reaction was to be very loving and patiently waited for my anger to subside.

Actually, I wasn't angry at all. But on the contrary. It filled me with satisfaction to have once again shown my Annette who was the master of the house and to whom she had to submit. And if I now receive something, then it was actually a raw lust for the woman I had just subjected to myself.

So at some point I got up, took her by the hand and led her to the room where I had punished her. I undressed her without a word and placed her exactly in the position in which she had received thirty-five powerful strokes with the leather strap. I eyed her welted bottom and penetrated her without too much foreplay. I knew she was ready for me. Annette was always ready when she felt my power. And she seemed to particularly enjoy it when, after the painful leather with my rock-hard cock, it showed that it was still the man who ruled over her suffering and her lust.