Angela
Part One - Peter's rude to one of Angela's friends
Peter stood in the corner of the kitchen with his nose pressed closely to the wall as was expected. He cursed his stupidity. Angela’s friend Maggie had rung earlier in the week just at the wrong moment. Peter had been in a bad mood when he had answered the phone. Maggie has asked Peter to take down a detailed note for Angela.
“Can’t you ring back later” had been Peter’s terse reply or something like that. He couldn’t remember exactly what he had said, but he knew that he had been pretty rude when Maggie had become persistent. Why hadn’t he just taken down the message? For now he was going to pay for his rudeness as Maggie had rung back after Angela returned home and as he listened to the conversation, Peter knew he had make a big mistake.
“He said what?” growled Angela as she listened to her friend. “Well I apologise for his terrible rudeness and all I can say is that rest assured, he is going to pay”.
Angela was using the speakerphone enabling Peter to follow the entire conversation. “How do you mean pay” enquired an interested sounding Maggie.
“He will be severely punished – that’s what I mean Maggie.”
Peter could tell from the tone of Maggie’s voice that she still wasn’t quite sure what Angela meant by punishment. “How do you punish a grown man?” she had enquired.
“It’s simple darling. You simply strap him over a punishment bench and thrash his arse with a cane”.
“You can’t be serious Angela. How can you do that?”
“Why? Do you have a problem with that?” enquired Angela.
“Oh no. Not at all. It’s just how can you get a man to take a caning from his wife”.
“Look Maggie. I think there are a few things that you need to know about men that you can learn from me. I have a suggestion which I think is very appropriate. Why don’t you come over and see exactly how I deal with Peter and I’ll explain just how easy it is”.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes of course I am”.
“Won’t Peter mind my intrusion?”
“What’s he got to do with it?” chuckled Angela.
“I see what you mean. Well in which case I’d love to come. I’m absolutely fascinated and I have to admit a little excited.”
“OK then, so what’s a good time for you?”
“Is Thursday evening any good for you” Maggie said enthusiastically.
“Yes. That’s fine. That’ll give the arsehole a couple of days to think about it and having you here will add to his humiliation very nicely. In fact, I think I’ll have him prepare us dinner. Is that good for you?”
“That sounds lovely Angela. I’ll be over about eight. I’ll bring the wine”.
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll make sure Peter gets some decent stuff in. It’s the least he can do after the way he talked to you. Now one last thing. I’ll explain on Thursday, but do you have any leather clothing”.
“Yes, quite a few items” answered Maggie. “I love leather”.
“We’ll make sure you wear some on Thursday but as feminine as possible.”
“It will be a pleasure” replied Maggie sounding highly intrigued. “So see you at eight on Thursday. Honestly, I can’t wait”.
“Me too. See you then darling”.
Peter heard the connection finish and waited for the inevitable – “PETER!”. He was not disappointed. Trembling he waked into the kitchen where Angela stood hand on hips looking madder than hell. “Here” she simply said pointing to a spot on the floor just in front of her. “I presume you heard the conversation?”
Peter simply nodded with his head bowed to the floor. He suddenly felt an explosion across his left cheek as Angela slapped him with a practised swinging right hand.
“Well you know what to expect. I’ll show you what happens to rude jerks in this house. Now we’ll say no more about it until Thursday”.
Peter knew better than to argue with his formidable wife. Once Angela had made a decision, that was the end of the matter. Try not to think about it. That was the best thing. Fat chance.
“Now what shall we have for dinner” asked Angela now in a completely normal voice.
That had been Tuesday and the fateful hour was fast approaching. Peter stole a fearful glance over his shoulder taking in the dreadful looking punishment bench. He remembered the day it arrived. The delivery guy had given him a knowing look. But for all the fear and trepidation, Peter was still aroused. He knew it was crazy and that his aroused state would swiftly disappear after the first stroke of the cane. Angela was a master of her craft. Peter would be led to the bench and submit eagerly to the bonds like a lamb to the slaughter. On the bench lay the fearful looking cane. Fearful that is once it made contact with Peter’s arse. In fact even that wasn’t quite true. Angela would toy with the cane measuring her distance teasing him as she would stroke the cane across his arse. No. It was only when the first full stroke exploded across his arse that the cane turned from an object of lust to an object of terror. And lying on the bench next to the cane – Angela’s black leather caning gloves. Leather gloves that aroused Peter just as inanimate objects. Ever since Peter could remember seeing women in leather gloves was the spice of life. Watching Angela put on a pair of leather gloves was the most erotic thing he could imagine and soon she was going to do just that. And Angela knew how to put a pair of gloves on. Slowly and seductively each glove would gradually envelop a hand. Great attention was given to manipulate the leather perfectly into place. Her caning gloves were almost elbow length of the highest quality kid leather. They fitted perfectly, tightly enclosing Angela’s hands and arms in black, luscious leather. The aroma itself was arousal enough for Peter.
He tried to concentrate on what was ahead. He had prepared a delicious chicken salad as requested and stocked the fridge with good New Zealand white wine – Sauvignon Blanc – Angela’s favourite. He knew that soon sex would be the last thing on his mind but right now, his penis was just about as aroused as it could get. He must be mad. He was soon to be severely thrashed. A true punishment. It had been several months since Angela had last thrashed him. The evil drink that time! Ok he had been over Angela’s knees lots of times and when she used the hairbrush or a strap it hurt. But the arousal was always there. In fact he loved being spanked by Angela and she loved spanking him. It always ended in wonderful sex. Peter was a great lover because Angela knew how to keep him aroused. Angela could therefore control Peter in just about anyway she wanted. But Peter didn’t care. He loved Angela more than anything in the world and when he stood in front of her before a spanking watching her put on a pair of her leather spanking gloves, he knew he was married to a very special woman.
Even now as he stood humiliatingly in the corner he loved Angela with an intensity that burnt through his entire body. He could no sooner disobey her command than stop breathing. How lucky he was to have such a beautiful and understanding wife. And beautiful she was. Okay, she didn’t make it as a model, her chosen career, but that was more about shape. She was just too curvaceous and buxom. Another era perhaps. But she had built a successful career in the fashion world none the less. Maggie was a sub-editor on one of the leading fashion magazines and therefore an important business contact. Thus her fury at Peter. Not that it would have really mattered in truth as they were also very close friends.
Peter glanced at his watch. Only five minutes to go. He stole another glance at the punishment bench along with the cane and gloves. Then suddenly the doorbell rang creating a wave of butterflies to surge through his stomach.
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