or reading about WLM. Being bent over a chair for the paddle, corner time, or
being given the wife’s sister’s weeks worth of laundry to complete.

If you have heard of the four levels of FLR’s we are at about a three.
My wife’s first choice punishment was always the old standby…. corporal. A
problem soon became apparent when I started looking forward to these times,
and they became non-effective. This caused her to start looking for ideas that I
most certainly would NOT look forward to. To give proper credit, she gained one
of these ideas, and the concept of me NOT wanting it, from a blog written by
Mistress Scarlet of the UK. These incidents I will write about, I have previously
described in comments. I am writing this guest blog because I hope to help others
think more broadly, regarding the concept of punishment. It doesn’t always have
to involve physical pain. I’ll describe the worst treatments of many, my wife has
given me. These still make my skin crawl as I begin writing about them.

The two corrective treatments were: 1. Buying panties. 2. Learning to dance.

About two years into our marriage, I made the mistake of arguing with my wife.
But instead of corporal punishment, she brought up the Victoria’s Secret website
on her laptop, and she picked out three specific styles, and patterns of panties in
specific colors, in large size for me. I had to hand write out the list of these. For
example: Boyshorts, in Peach color with V.S. logo pattern, large size. Then we
went to a mall we never go to, she dialed my cell phone from hers, and told me to
put mine in my shirt pocket so she could hear everything, and be sure I wouldn’t
try using the I’m buying them for my wife ruse. I went in alone, asked a sales lady
for help, and showed her the list, in my hand writing. If they didn’t have a specific
one in stock, I was to ask her for a recommendation. Most importantly I had to
vocally tell the sales woman that they were for me. Loud enough to be heard by
my wife over the phone. I don’t know how long I was in there, maybe fifteen
minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. Once I was at the cash register, I was to pay
the sales lady a 35% tip. My wife meanwhile hung out across the corridor
watching me, and listening intently on her cell phone.  I can’t begin to describe 

the embarrassment. After being utterly humiliated from customers stares, and

them leaving the store, I got out of there, back to my wife, and showed her the
bag, relieved that I was done. Then she said “Now go back in, and tell her you
forgot to ask her for information about Victoria’s Secret credit card rewards, and
carry your pretty panty bag back in with you”. This I was not expecting. I went
back, literally trembling, and asked the same sales woman what I had been told to
ask her. She looked at me, and said “you…what”? She gave me the most
menacing look, and I felt the blood rush to my face. We went back to the counter
again for five minutes where she gave me very detailed information explaining
the benefits of the Pink, Silver, and Gold member levels, and handed me this
pamphlet, telling me just to look it up online, and I could apply there. By this
point I know she was getting irritated, and was purposely holding me there
forever explaining the card info. Making sure I wouldn’t be back a third time. I
walked out the second time to my wife, completely dejected. Her first words
were “If you want to backtalk me again, there’s a sale on leggings at Lululemon
next week”. She felt very bad for the sales lady, but showed me absolutely no
sympathy, or mercy. She laughed so hard, as she pointed out how pathetic I
looked on my second exit from the store. When we arrived home, after all I had
been through already, she began talking to me in a child like voice and said “Go
put on a pair of your pretty new panties”. “I know you’ve been excited to try them
since we left the mall”. “You can celebrate being a big boy; buying your very own
undies, all by yourself”. “You’ll remember this monumental day forever then.”
“Isn’t that wonderful?” She was beautifully brutal, and absolutely relentless,
while endlessly crushing my egocentric, self-absorbed attitude that day. But
there was one really big positive that came out of this punishment for both of us.
I really watch my mouth now. (As a post script: she phoned the store the next
day, and apologized to the sales woman, because this most definitely was not fair
to her.)

The second creative punishment was again in 2017 for constantly being slack, and
late with my assigned housework, as I knew that would earn me the paddle, and
strap. Once my wife determined I was doing this, she changed tactics. I was
ordered to (kind of) learn to tap dance from youtube videos. Then I was to learn,
and practice a seven minute routine for her. In addition to this she would film it
so she could upload it to a website at a later date if I ever challenged her
authority in a major way. I practiced for months on the hardwood floor of our
basement; curtains closed. The night of my big performance I put on the dance
costume she chose for me. Rainbow pattern tights, a tanktop, and a yellow bow
in my hair. I then went to the basement in my clickity clack shoes. I enter the
basement, and there are three women sitting with my wife, who introduced
themselves as her co-workers. I blurted out: “you said you were just going to be
filming me”! She said “I will only be filming you, but they want to get in on the
laughs”. This started the laughter right out of the gate. My wife said “quit
whining Dancerella, and do your routine for us” she started the music before I
could say anything else. I danced through seven minutes of laughter, name
calling, and whistles, while the camera captured it all. When I finished, they
started clapping for me; still more whistling, and laughing amongst themselves. I
clacked out of there in my tap shoes on a dead run, straight to the bedroom, and
locked the door. About ten minutes later, a text arrived on my phone. Yes, it was
from my wife, and it read “Did that turn you on dear? Is your turgid member
causing you discomfort?”. It almost brought me to tears, as I knew what she
meant. I stayed there until her friends left. For a year I fretted, and worried that
someone would start spreading this around her office, and who knows where. It
was in 2018 before she told me she had found three dominatrices to play the co-
worker role, solely to increase my nervousness, and they didn’t charge her a
dime. They were happy to help humiliate me for free. I had worried for a year for
nothing. She still has my dance routine stored on her computer. My benefit from
this? I suddenly became a very accomplished housekeeper.

Neither of these punishments involved corporal punishment, or extra chores, yet
they were incredibly effective. They delivered complete humiliation, and
embarrassment. I was literally sick to my stomach, prior to both, and no I don’t
want to repeat them. A cane, and strap have none of these effects on me. She
has taught me well through these events, and she’s made me a better husband.

In closing I will repeat what I wrote in my opening. My main purpose in writing
this guest column was, to possibly broaden others thoughts of what can be
utilized as punishment opportunities. In short, just use your imagination!

To all the superior women: Do you have punishments that were out of the
ordinary you have carried out? To all husbands: Do you have memories of
unorthodox punishments you have experienced? Please describe them in the
comments below if you care to. Someone’s mistress, or wife may possibly, truly
appreciate you for it one day.

Sincerely, Edward.