Your wife

The first thought to enter your wandering mind is if your wife would be willing to spank you like this.

It is fallowed by a singular realization: You really are whipped. Here you are in the middle of a kinky sex party full of nude women, and all you can think of is your wife.

But you can't stop. What would it feel like for her to do this too you? To be your wife's ****? Arousal stirs within you at that thought. You could spend all day doing the house work{if maid costume=true}(in this costume your certainly dressed for it){endif}. Dressed {if Wife: dominatrix costume=true}in the outfit she wore to this party{else}like a dominatrix{endif}, she would inspect your work, demanding perfection. Then, you'd be bent you over her knee just like this and spanked for every little mistake, every speck of dust you missed.

The thought crosses your mind that your wife might have also found a woman to experiment with. You have fantasized about her having wild sex with other woman a few times; who hasn't? Right now your wife could deeply kissing another woman, her hands roaming down the other woman's back, grabbing her ass. As per the party's rules, both of there pussies would be exposed. The other woman could just reach between your wife's legs and explore, spending a few moments tenderly probing until caressing her clit. The moans that act elicits makes it one of your favorite things to do.

What if this woman is able to please Megan better than you could? A part of you is worried that Megan is finding your current sex techniques repetitive. Your cheeks instinctively blush as you imagine the shame of a strange woman helping your wife reach higher notes of arousal than she ever had with you. Your heart skips a beat as you imagine them laughing at your inadequacy. Fuck, why is that so hot?

You're so lost in thought that you hadn't noticed that Mistress Laura had paused in her spanking until she resumed. It feels good to be at her mercy. You want to beg for more. From her, from your wife it doesn't mater.{if Wife: **** costume=true} Maybe your wife's hypothetical lover can take the two of you as a **** couple.{endif} It is clear to you that you're{if Submission>4} a total bitch to this kind of treatment{else} at least a little Submission{endif} if fantasizing about humiliation and your wife's infidelity has you this worked up.

But what if your wife is with a man.

That thought doesn't upset you as much as you'd expect either. You love her and want her to feel happy. If she needs a better man than you, that's not so bad. At least that's what you tell yourself.

But its more than that. The steady stream of smacks across your butt makes you feel weak, helplessly inferior, and you like it. A part of you even feels like this is where you belong. Maybe you should encourage your wife to seek out other lovers. Ones with large cocks so they could mock you while you watched.{if submission>3} If they let you watch. You may end up confined to a cage listening to some strange man uses your wife however he pleases while she wears the expensive jewellery you bought her.{endif}

Before the submissive thoughts can get completely out of control, Mistress Laura orders you off of her lap. You move to stand in front of her, but she slaps you across the face. "You know your place bitch," she snaps, "get on your hands and knees." As you hurriedly get into position she adds, "face away from me and pull down your pants. I want to see how red your ass is." She lets out a cruel giggle.{if Naked=true} "Oh wait your not wearing pants." Your cheeks burn at the cruel reminder of your nakedness.{elseif

sure would be nice to have a variable for the maid costume=true

} "Oh wait your not wearing any pants well get that cute skirt out of the way anyways." Cheeks burning, you obey and expose your ass.{else} Cheeks burning, you obey and expose your ass.{endif} "Hmm, not quite the shade I want." Twice, you feel the tales smack hard against you as the rake, first one way and then the other, across your bared backside. "Much better," she chuckles.

After a few seconds, you dare a glance back. "Now," she says smiling down at you, "what shall we do with you now?" You're torn; a part of you wants to rush off and find your wife somehow, but another part wants to stay and see just how submissive you are.