I am a dutiful wife, so of course I do.

"You're naked," Janet states, as you open the door to admit the ladies' auxiliary into the house. Janet J. Stanton, in her 60's, is the no-nonsense matriarch of the neighborhood association. She's the one who keeps everything on schedule and in its proper place. Being in a meeting with her is like being in a PTA meeting with your mother.

"Yes," you say.

Robert is standing in the background, watching, delighted.

The four ladies file into the foyer with its marble floors. You and Robert have the biggest house in the neighborhood, though some neighbors sniff that it's 'new money'.

You blush and look down at your feet in heels (Robert has allowed you to wear your pink bimbo heels).

"I forgot to do the laundry," you admit. "And I'm being punished."

Janet looks from you over to Robert and then back at you again. Her lips purse into something half-way between a what-is-the-world-coming-to-when-a-wife-doesn't-do-the-laundry-on-time grimace and a it's-good-to-see-you-taken-down-a-peg smile.

"Quite right," Janet says. "It's shocking when a wife doesn't take care of even her most basic duties. Robert, I think that, in addition to showing the world her shame by being unclothed, I feel additional correction is warranted, which I will be happy to apply, with your approval."

Additional correction??? Your heart starts pounding and you feel nauseous with fear. You look over at Robert with panic in your eyes. SAY NO, you are trying to communicate to him. NO! PLEASE NO!

"Why Janet, I think that's a wonderful idea," Robert says. "Clearly you know best how a wife should behave in a proper household, and I'm sure that both Jennifer and I would be grateful for any guidance you can provide."

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!! you scream inside your head. You feel trembly and shaky all over. WHY ISN'T HE STOPPING THIS? But of course, you know perfectly well why Robert is not stopping this. This will fuel his lust for months to come. Months of cumming, that is.

"Very good," Janet says, with authority. "Everyone, let's go to the living room. Robert, we will need a sturdy, straight-back chair."

At Janet's direction, Robert places the chair facing the ladies who are seated on the sofa.

Then Janet has you stand in front of the chair, facing away from the ladies, and, with her hand on your back, she has you bend over, to grasp the back of the chair!

This means your bottom is facing the ladies on the sofa!!

"Spread these legs a little," Janet says, wickedly, pushing your feet apart.

You about DIE from EMBARRASSMENT. You are certain the ladies can now see your anus and your puffy labia. Your face has never felt so hot from shame. You look over at Robert as he takes a seat and his eyes are wide with delight. DOES HE HAVE A HAND IN HIS POCKET? What the fuck is it doing in there??

"Fortunately, I have my grandmother's silver hairbrush in my purse," says Janet. "I carry it with me everywhere. Ladies, how many spanks do you suggest?"

"Three."

"Five."

"Thirty," says Betty, who is a nasty old bitty.

THIRTY???

"Oh goodness!" Janet laughs. "I don't think our poor dear here is ready for thirty spankings. Ten should be sufficient for her to learn her lesson. Robert?"

"Oh! Ah..." Robert clears his throat, not expecting to be called upon. "Whatever you think is best. Please begin."

"Very good."

Janet pulls back and gives you 10 hard smacks with her grandmother's silver hairbrush, and OH MY GOD they hurt!! By the end, you are dancing on your toes, trying to escape, no doubt giving QUITE THE SHOW for the ladies on the couch, you bottom wriggling all over and your anus peaking out and winking at them shamelessly.

"There! I believe that will be a lesson our poor Jennifer will not soon forget, will you?"

"No, ma'am!" you say, tears streaming down your cheeks, your bottom ON FIRE with pain. You stand up and rub your bottom.

"I think you should thank Janet for taking the time to apply her corrections for your wayward behavior," Robert says.

You look at him shocked. WHAT? You think to yourself. THANK HER??? IS HE KIDDING?

At this point you begin to get a sense of what real humiliation is. It's not just being pushed down the social ladder, being treated like a child by another adult who, by all rights, should be a peer, your equal, but also having her JUDGE you, having her DECIDE ON YOUR PUNISHMENT, and then having her ADMINISTER YOUR PUNISHMENT, putting her in this position to be your judge, jury and executioner and here you have just GIVEN UP ALL YOUR POWER TO HER, putting her in an authority position over you, but then, worst of all...

You then have to thank her for it.

"Th--...." you try and say it... "th-th-th-th.... thank you, Janet," you say, squeezing your eyes shut tight as hard as they can go, tears squeezing out through your scrunched up face.

"Look me in the eye and say it," Janet says, mercilessly.

You look at her through eyes blurry through your tears, feeling so low and small, and you see her confident power over you, how she looks at you now as some lower class, and you can't help yourself, it just comes out naturally...

"Thank you, Mrs. Stanton," you say, using her honorific.

"You're welcome, Jennifer," she says, cementing your relationship. And you know that from now on she will always be 'Mrs. Stanton' or 'ma'am' to you, from now on, and that you will always be the wayward girl who forgets to do her husband's laundry to her, someone who can't be trusted, someone who's not fully an adult.

"Now sit," she says, patting the seat of the chair and joining the others on the sofa. "We need to make the final arrangements for the flower show."

You sit then hop up immediately, with an "oooo!!" because your buns are so sore! The ladies all smirk and laugh at you as you slowly lower yourself to the hard-seat chair.

"Spread your legs," says Mrs. Stanton. "Further. Further, that's good. Now rest your hands on the the tops of your legs, very good, dear."

You are mortified. You glance over at Robert, who is staring, transfixed at his wife (you!) who is sitting in front of the ladies' auxiliary, HER PUSSY COMPLETELY EXPOSED. And worse, you lubricated yourself quite well before they showed up, expecting to get banged by Robert, which means that your pussy lips are nice and juicy.

"Don't look away, dear," Mrs. Stanton commands, forcing you to look forward and look the ladies in the eye. "Now, shall we get to business?"

And for the next HOUR AND A HALF, you and the committee review every last logistical detail of the flower show, and you are not allowed to move at all from your humiliating display, your bimbo breasts, your wet pussy, your red face... all on display for the ladies.

And then, OF COURSE, Mrs. Stanton has to go over every last detail A SECOND TIME, "just to make sure we haven't missed anything" all the while you're sitting there just hoping and wishing THAT THIS WHOLE ORDEAL CAN IT JUST BE OVER ALREADY?

Finally, Mrs. Stanton just can't think of anything else to discuss so she calls the meeting to a close.

"Robert, dear?" she asks.

Robert has mysteriously disappeared a couple of times during the meeting, but he's back now.

"Yes, Janet?"

"May I take a picture of your lovely wife? I know that my husband would just *love* to see a picture."

"By all means," Robert says, equitably. "I just ask that you don't post it on the internet."

"Oh, heavens forbid!" she said. "I would never. But it's good of you to check."

She and the other ladies all whip out their phones and are taking tons of pictures of you from all angles.

"Dear, could you stand up and resume the same pose you took for your spanking?" Mrs. Stanton asks. She sounds polite, but you can tell it's not a request, but a command.... from your superior.

"Yes, Mrs. Stanton," you say, penitent like a little child.

"Feet apart," she says again as they all take pictures. "My, your bottom is still quite red. How wonderful."

"You know, we're having a family dinner tonight, with the Harrisons," Janet continues. The Harrisons are the other 'old money' family in the neighborhood.

"My two boys and their wives and children will all be there, as well as my mother and sister. I'm sure they would all LOVE to see the pictures of how a lazy wife should be disciplined. Robert, do you mind if I show the pictures to them?"

Robert looks you in the eye.

"Not at all," he says. "Show the pictures to anyone you'd like."

"Oh, how wonderful," Mrs. Stanton says. "You know, Robert, if you ever need help with training and discipline for your wife, for it does seem like she has a lot to learn about keeping a proper home, then I would be more than glad to assist."

"That would be wonderful," Robert says. "Thank you so much for the offer! Do you think that once every other week would be too much to ask?"

Every other week?? No, no noooo!!!

"It would be my pleasure," Mrs. Stanton says, looking over at you with a predatory smile. "And if I can't make it, I can always send my maid, Imelda, instead. You wouldn't have a problem with that, would you, Jennifer?"

"A-a-a-a problem with..." you stammer, "being... trained and disciplined...? By your maid?"

"That's right, dear. After all, she's quite experienced in running a household. Although she can be quite the task master. She can be well... quite harsh with those underneath her who do not live up to her exacting standards."

"You wouldn't have problem taking direction from Janet's maid, would you, Jennifer?" Robert asked.

You look at him, shocked. Then you look down at his crotch and see how hard he his. He's loving this! Oh no!! You realize there will be no escape for you. Not now... not ever.

"No, I... I won't have a problem with that," you mumble.

"What's that, dear," Mrs. Stanton asked. "Did you say that you were willing to take training and discipline from my maid?"

You feel flush from head to toe. This is so humiliating!

"Yes," you say.

"Yes, what, dear? Please speak up. Proper ladies should aways speak up and repeat what they're answering for."

"Yes," you say, clearing your throat. "Yes, I will be willing to take training and discipline from your maid."

"Well, it's all settled then!" says Mrs. Stanton. "Come ladies, I think our work here is done."

And that's how you, albeit accidentally, solved the problem of keeping Robert's lustful interest in you at full ****. But at what cost?

Every other week now, on Thursdays, either Mrs. Stanton or Imelda come over to 'train' and discipline' you. They always find something wrong (or you leave something for them to find!), and then you are always naked and having to spend the day meeting with people, like the ladies' auxiliary, or your foundation board (blush!). Also, somehow, the daughters always seem to chose that day to come visit, often with their husbands, friends and families. And in the evening, for some reason, Robert is always inviting over work colleagues or old friends and their wives for dinner.

If it weren't for the crazy great sex that you had with Robert, how often he fucks you silly, how he pushes you over the kitchen countertop and enters you from behind, how often he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, laying you in the covers and spreading your legs as he enters you, how EAGER FOR SEX he is, like, literally, ALL THE TIME...

Well, that makes the humiliation, the shame, the abasement, the nudity, the never-ending EMBARRASSMENT all worthwhile, doesn't it?