Be sure to read part one for context.

As Lucy quietly closed the door of her daughter’s bedroom, she sighed. The night was far from over for her even as she could hear the soft buzz of Suzy’s light snoring.

Lucy had been married for nearly 24 years now and knew, as well as she knew her own name, David would figure it out sooner rather than later. She’d also learned that to face it head-on or, she grinned to herself, butt readied was smarter than waiting. Her husband, her Sir, was fair but strict. If he had to come to her with this then…no, she wouldn’t waste time thinking of that.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to his bedroom. She slept there, too, but it was his bedroom, his house, his money, his security. Her job was to keep a good home, be a good submissive wife, and never let him doubt he was her everything. Today’s society thought her insane but all the rest of her friends she grew up with that had gone on to normal marriages? Divorced or putting up with rampant cheating to keep their hold on their husband’s finances.

David never cheated on her. Oh, she was fully aware and had even vetted who his secretary at work would be. Cindy was his work-wife, his work-submissive-wife. She would never see this bedroom or this bed. This was Lucy’s place. Cindy had her own territory of the office and a once-a-month weekend at a nice hotel. Lucy would go have a spa weekend at that same time and get massages and pampered by nice-looking young men. Did Lucy do more than let them touch her? No, but it was her own choice. She knew David wouldn’t be a hypocrite about it.

All this flashed through her mind as she went in and entered her closet. It was her closet and was a walk-in. David gave her carte blanche on clothes. He did have final say-so if asked or if he commented that he didn’t like something. She took it back. Lucy dressed to please him which pleased herself. Try as she could, she could never explain how that worked to her vanilla friends. It was a delicious give-and-take between her and David, husband and wife, dom and submissive. Just thinking about it made her nipples harden and moist between her thighs.

She quickly stripped out of her outfit she’d been wearing and put on the lacy red thong and tight t-shirt she was to wear when being punished. Sometimes he kept them on her even afterwards when…she shivered. Sometimes, he took them off or told her to do so. She had no idea what it would be tonight, but she knew he’d be angry.

It had seemed harmless at the time. Trust her daughter to be a wild child and wear the damned set to school! Lucy and Suzy had been having a mother-daughter time which included a trip to Victoria’s Secret. Suzy was of an age that Lucy thought it was time to explain what worked well as lingerie and what didn’t in practical terms. Lucy’s mother hadn’t done this for her and it would have made life so much easier!

Suzy had looked way to sexy in the white bra and thong set but she’d loved them so much and begged so well that Lucy had got them for her. Lucy didn’t think she’d also have to have explained to NOT wear them outside of Suzy’s own bedroom! Well, it was too late now.

Lucy was ready but there was more to do. She left the closet and walked to the large dresser that held no clothes at all. His bedroom was also his Red Room. She knew where everything was. It was part of her chores to keep it all clean or oiled or sanitized after use. David had used his own belt on Suzy, so this gave Lucy some indication of what he’d want.

Picking the right thing out, she closed the drawer and began the long walk down to where he was watching television. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t even speak yet, all she did was go next to his chair. She knelt down, bowed her head and raised up the thick, black leather tawse. It was a three-tongued one that really, really stung. Lucy knew she’d be in as bad a shape as Suzy including the 35 swats.

“What?” David asked when he noticed her. “What is it?”

“Sir, it is my fault she had the bra and thong set. It was a month ago…” She proceeded to tell him all of it without embellishment. She included her reasonings and ended with her apology. “I’m sorry I did it now but that’s too late. I thought she’d have better judgement but I was wrong. I’m ready accept punishment, please?” It didn’t bother her a bit how her voice shook a little at the end or that she was begging to be thrashed.

David was quiet as she’d expected. She felt him take the tawse from her so she lowered her hands. He had not dismissed her yet.

“Good girl for telling me now. I know it wasn’t easy and I also know you did it because you knew better. Still, you’re a good wife, good mother, and good submissive.” He told her.

His praise warmed her through her heart and into her limbs. This was what it was to be cared for by a strict man. He loved her even when he must be quite angry at her actions. He praised her even though he could be yelling right now. This was one way Domestic Discipline helped a family stay together through the rough patches.

“Go up and be ready.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She bobbed her head, rose and went back upstairs. Behind her, she heard him pouring a drink before coming up. She loved him even more for this. He was letting himself cool down a bit before punishment. David had never been an abusive man. Oh, he got angry like he had tonight. Suzy found out what it meant for a man to whip her in anger but she’d also shown she knew it was needed for her foolish actions. The fact David had only used 15 lashes of the belt and not on her well-welted bottom showed his restraint and care for the girl.

The butterflies that never seemed to miss the chance were flitting through her stomach as she went in the bedroom and stood by the wall with her nose to it. She glanced back once and hoped David remembered to move the sound buffer in front of their bedroom door. The walls were quite soundproof. The only leak was the door and he’d had a screen, like one to change clothes, made to put by the door for just such reasons. If this wasn’t a punishment session, David might have let her use a ball-gag to keep quieter but she got no such thing tonight.

Lucy had grown up in a DD home so she already knew what to expect even before attending Atherton’s school. A big part of their curriculum was to prepare young ladies for just such an environment and how to handle finances, a home, and a husband. Well, she almost giggled. They weren’t taught how to handle their husbands per se but…the teachers there were all in DD situations themselves and had a wealth of practical knowledge of what to do to appease, to atone, to encourage, to submit sweetly so their husbands were kept content.

The men had their own educational resources and leaned more to books and research than actual classroom situations. It worked for them because David had told her some of what went on there, even though he wasn’t supposed to tell. Lucy would never betray that confidence but it did make her feel better to know it was a little equal that way.

She heard David enter and close the door. Thankfully, she heard him move the screen to block the door. It was then silent. Lucy shivered slightly because she could feel him there, waiting in silence. He always waited until she couldn’t take it anymore and began to cry a little.

“I’m so sorry, Sir.” She whispered as her shoulders shook.

“Thank you, Lu. I know you are and you know you will be even more so in a few minutes.” He told her.

She did for sure. She also knew the sweet feeling of having paid for her sins and knew he would never bring it up against her again after tonight. This was another blessing of DD marriages.

“Strip.” He quietly commanded.

She didn’t even pause before took everything off but didn’t turn yet. He was opening one of the drawers but she had no idea what he was getting. She hugged herself as she waited to be told what to do next.

His footsteps came very close to her and she felt him slip the black, silk blindfold over her eyes. He adjusted it and she nodded silently when it felt secure. She then felt the headphones he placed over her ears. They were Bluetooth and noise-canceling. Part of her punishment would be for her sense of touch to be magnified now. She began to breath quickly as she knew how this would make her thrashing much more than it would have been. She would also have no idea how loud she was being either. She was blind and deaf. All she had was touch now.

His hands guided her away from the wall and she followed him. In her mind, she knew they were headed to the bed. Again, his guiding hands stopped her and then reached for her hands. She complied and felt him pull the first one behind her. He put on a leather cuff then tightened it. Automatically, she gave him her other hand before he even reached for it. He cuffed that one then his palm stroked up her bottom gently to show he appreciated her submission. She sighed softly and knew he could hear it.

Over the bed, he bent her as he held one hand on the three links connecting her restraints. She was entirely at his mercy now. If he let go then she’d fall to the bed. Using the leather of the tawse, he parted her thighs a little. This signaled her thighs would feel the tawse as well as her ass. Now, she did the only thing she could. She waited.

OHHH. She knew she’d cried out but couldn’t hear it when the tawse began to rain down on her bottom. There was very little pause between strokes as he whipped her well and soundly across both cheeks. Lucy held onto her position and her legs distance so as not to disappoint or upset him further.

The tawse began to travel down. Lucy felt herself sobbing now as she was being thoroughly punished for her lapse in judgement. She couldn’t even think that it might have been worse than this if she hadn’t confessed. No, there was only the fire blazing from the top of her ass now to her mid-thighs.

David traveled all the way back up once more and then all the way back down again before it was over. Lucy wasn’t even aware it was finished. She couldn’t see him toss the tawse onto the bed to let her know it was over. All she could do was bawl like a little girl who got what she’d deserved from her daddy. As her mind cleared, she wondered if she’d slipped up like she sometimes would and started begging and pleading, “Daddy, please…Daddy..no…please, Daddy.” David would tell her later if she had. It amused him as it embarrassed her.

Slowly, she felt him reach and begin to rub around her sore skin. She kept in place as he surveyed the aftermath. Lucy also wondered if he were taking a picture. She’d asked him to do so sometimes so she could keep a punishment journal online. He was the only one who had access and she knew he visited it more frequently than she would have thought.

He hadn’t let her up yet so she stayed still when, suddenly, she felt a familiar feeling. His finger was lubed and began to rim her anus. Oh, she thought. Oh! It was as she’d hoped without even letting herself visualize it. She turned slowly, knowing where he would want her. He moved her over to the back of the one chair in the room. It was very plush and very rounded just for this reason. Over the back of it she went and he balanced her there.

Lucy could picture what he was doing now and the image made her moan softly. There was no more strong a way to show a man your submission to him then let him take your ass like this. Lucy loved it more than she should. Her pussy tightened as she remembered the times not long ago when she’d begged him to do this even on date nights, in their car, in a dark park spot, over the fender of the car. David told her how much those times meant to him and how deeply powerful it made him feel.

It was part of that give-and-take. It made her feel so wonderfully submissive to him to the point of secretly wanting to call him her master. Even after 24 years, she was still shy about telling that part. She was saving it for their next anniversary. She’d had her eye on a beautiful silver collar she could wear and it would just look like jewelry. She already wore a round thing on her finger to show she was taken by him, what different to wear one around her neck? She knew he’d not mind. What dominant man would?

The bed lowered as she felt him climb on behind her. She knew what he wanted to hear.

“Please…pleeeeassse, Sir. Take my ass hard, make me beg and squeal for you?” She told him. She heard herself very muffled. She didn’t hear but felt the deep growl that came from her man behind her as he entered her. Lucy didn’t know if it was just her David or it was true of most dominants but he did love to ride her ass when it was raw from a punishment. Truth be told? She loved it more then, too.

Lucy knew she was loud as his pelvis slammed into her ass and he was all inside her. She melted against him and is hand smacked her ass to get her started. She felt herself blush as she made a soft neighing noise. David was in his saddle and all was well with Lucy’s world.