Brett was nervous, but this was his 2nd time of meeting with the Elder for correction and discipline. There was a part of him that was alive.
Having been raised in a strict house, Brett grew up with punishment, even to the age of going to college. His Mother, and then after she passed, his Aunt had made sure that correction and direction was a part of his life.
When Brett finished college and began working, he met a nice girl. She was different from the women he had grown up with, and the normal women he dated. She made little demands of him, was always supportive and kind. When he met her father, it became evident she was a daughter of a strong male household and was raised in a male led house.
Brett was the furthest thing from dominant – naturally submissive in his own sweet way. Never the less, they married, and over time they joined a local church in a small Femdom commune near their town, and Brett felt he had found a home in The Temple of the Dark Goddess.
Over time, it became evident that there were issues in marrying a good, nice, submissive woman. After having grown up being held accountable by strong women all his life, he found himself now as an adult, unchecked. If he had a bad day, was in a bad mood, or just feeling out of sorts, he took it out on his wife, and on others as well.
One day in a church meeting, one of the Elders of the church pulled him to the side and shared with him the concerns of some of the other Elders, that they hoped things were okay.
Later that night, shamed and thinking, Brett opened up and asked his wife if she had ever punished a boyfriend… they had never even discussed things like that since they had dated and then married.
When she shook her head, he knew she would never be that type of woman. Maybe it was a good thing for 90% of their marriage but as his wife, something would always be missing.
When Brett sat down with one of the Elders at her request, he opened up to her about his upbringing, and about his discussion with his wife, and said he was unsure of what to do.
She calmly praised him, and told him that not everyone was insightful about their nature. That while many remember their past, they do not always reflect on how important things are once they become adults. She told him it seemed obvious that he would benefit from a firm hand at times. To help communicate to him, the need to be always respectful towards women, more patient, more… many things.
She then asked him how communication was in the bedroom. Brett was not sure what she meant. “It’s simple”, the Elder shared. “If a wife wasn’t using a firm hand to help her husband, she rarely was good at… other forms of communication, in the bedroom.
Brett dropped his head, aware that he and his wife rarely had sex. She hardly ever made demands on him and he had come to wonder if she even found him attractive.
When Brett broke down and cried at the thought, the Elder reassured him that it was more than likely nothing about him physically or mentally – it was just the type of woman she was – not bad, just overtly nice.
Finally Brett asked, “How do I stay happily married, yet fulfill the need for someone to hold me accountable?” The Elder stated that she felt it was key for her to come over, and to have a frank discussion with both him and his wife.
Later that evening as they sat with the Elder in their living room, the Elder had asked Brett to define what he felt his needs were. As he spoke, he saw his wife’s eyes drop. It was evident she would never be the woman to give the firm hand that he needed.
After a pause, the Elder spoke to his wife, “I believe, with your approval – the church should handle the discipline part of your relationship. It seems you both are suited to be a good couple, a goddess fearing couple, and a couple that will raise kind and obedient male children and strong girls. There is no shame in not being the type of woman to do all the things that a husband may need at times.”
Brett saw his wife blush when the words “things a husband may need” was plural. He worried that she might be aware that he discussed her lack of sexual desires in the bedroom – but he took a deep breath and asked both the Elder and his wife, if they could do as the Elder discussed – as he felt he needed a bit of correction, a firm hand as it was, at times.
They agreed upon Saturday and when the Elder came in to the house, she recommended that Brett’s wife go for a walk or something, to give them a few hours, to go through what was needed.
After getting her jacket and keys she left, and the Elder ordered Brett to sit down on the floor next to her chair. She discussed his week, his goals, his attitude, and he realized there were more than a few times where, had he been held accountable, he would have acted differently.
Finally, the Elder asked, “and how many times has your wife had sex with you, in the last week?”
He blushed, and dropped his head, and said, “Once.”
“How long was it, and did she achieve pleasure?” she asked pointedly.
“I don’t think so.” he whispered.
“How long did you last” the Elder wanted to know
“several minutes?” was Brett’s generous reply.
“Do you sin with masturbation Brett?” she asked.
Blushing more deeply, he nodded.
“We will discuss that more in a while, as that is a sin, but I understand how a weak man would have those needs, especially if he is failing in helping his wife with pleasure on a regular basis” she said.
“For now, go to your bedroom and I want you to remove all your clothes except your underwear and kneel at the foot of your wife’s bed. I will be up in a few minutes.”
He heard the door open, while kneeling next to the bed wearing just a pair of boxer briefs, his head down, trembling with shame and nerves.
“Brett” she told him, “I am proud of you. A man who feels he knows what he needs is a rare thing. Now, stand up, come to the end of the bed, and face the window. Bend over the foot board, and keep your hands firmly on the bed.”
Once in position – Brett held his breath as he felt the Elder come up behind him. “Were you bare for your punishment as a young boy Brett?” she asked.
“Yes” he meekly answered.
“Good – that is the best for real correction” she said as she hooked her fingers in his briefs and pulled them down, exposing him completely, letting them rest above his knees.
As the Elder’s hand rested on his trembling bottom she talked calmly, reminding him that true correction did not have a set number of swats or strokes, it was simply when one felt that one was truly sorry – asking for forgiveness.
Brett jumped at the first swat from the Elder’s flat hand. Slowly and methodically she continued.
Brett became lost in the cadence. His mind going back to when he was a teen. Those times of shame and punishment, but also feelings that in the beginning he could not understand, only to grow in to the need for his own release of pleasure, in his room, after the punishment had finished.
The Elder would stop at times, praising him for doing so well, but reminding him to keep his bottom up, and to spread his legs, keeping them apart. He became aware of his exposure – and began feeling those feelings again, with his legs spread wide as the Elder’s hand continued to redden his bottom. The sound of her hand spanking him, echoing in the bedroom.
The Elder paused – and her hand slowly ran over his warm flesh – working up and down his thighs, brushing between his legs. His humiliation was now complete, as now both of them knew of his hardness.
Telling him to spread his legs further, he gasped as he felt her fingers work, stroking him – and then when he moaned she asked, “Do you need this release?” she asked.
Like a feral animal, he growled, “yes”.
“Yes what?” she said firmly.
“yes Ma’am!” he pleaded.
As her fingers began to move more firmly, building the need even more – she told him, “As we discussed, masturbation is a sin. But I know you do not have a wife who can understand or provides what a good man like you needs to become a man of the Goddess.”
“but”, she intoned – “for every pleasure there is a need for penance, and for each penance a need to give thanks. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am” Brett said as he began humping her fingers, losing control of the building orgasm.
“If you want the pleasure, then you will have to ask for the penance as well. If you want the pleasure – beg for me to whip you properly.”
“Please Elder – let me find pleasure – but whip me for needing it!” he nearly shouted, as he was losing control of his body.
Reaching around, The Elder worked her fingers firmly on his shaft while with her other hand, she slipped a finger into Brett’s ass.
Through the haze of his pleasure – Brett’s first thought was how skilled this woman’s hands were, as she now was using both of them to bring him to a climactic crescendo.
Crying out so loudly, he wondered if the neighbors could hear, as his orgasm broke through the barrier of his mind, and without pausing, the Elder soon had he coming hard.
After nearly blacking out, Brett felt the Elder’s hands leave his body, softly caressing him, telling him she was proud of him – for taking punishment, and for learning to take pleasure, knowing that it would lead to more needed correction. She took the wetness from her fingers and rubbed it over his soon to be punished bottom. She withdrew the finger she had impaled his ass with and pushed it between his panting lips. “Clean it and we can continue.”
Sucking on her finger, Brett slowly came back to consciousness. She finally took her now clean finger from his mouth and he watched as the Elder went to the bedroom closet and after a bit, turned around holding one of his thick leather belts.
“Such a nice belt” she said, “But a shame your wife has no idea how to properly use it.”
“Now young man” she said, “back over the end of the bed – it is time for more direction.”
With his legs wide again, shaky from his orgasm, the belt striking him pushed him into more memories of his youth. The pain, mixing with the pleasure provided, became an intoxicating drug that he knew he needed more than anything else at that moment.
Having no mercy on him, he lost count of the strokes of the belt lashing his skin.
Finally – the Elder stepped back, looking upon the bright red painting that she had created from the lovely pale canvas presented to her.
“Turn around and kneel Brett” she commanded.
As he dropped to his knees.. There was no doubt in his mind. Like the old saying, “the hand that rocks the cradle, raises the child” – the woman that disciplines, runs the home. As he looked up at the Elder, he saw her raw desire and smelled her feminine arousal.
“What do you say Brett?” she asked.
“May I thank you Ma’am?” he whispered.
“Yes you may young man” she smiled – warming him.
She unzipped her skirt, pulling it down her thighs and then slid off her panties as well. He felt good that her disciplining of him had caused such a need. As he hungrily pressed his lips and tongue to her, he felt oddly proud that he was being allowed to thank her for providing him with something he had forgotten, something that was missing in his life.
He didn’t feel guilt submitting to this woman. It seemed right, natural.
After a time, he felt her hand on the back of his head pushing him tighter against her sex and heard her groan a bit, and then stiffen, and Brett pulled his mouth back a bit and then closing his eyes, he began swallowing everything she gave him as she gushed onto his upturned face.
As he pulled his mouth off of her, he was amazed to her she wasn’t done with him yet.
She bent down to pull something from her handbag. A long black dildo connected to a bunch of leather straps. She stared deeply into his fearful eyes with a smirk as she stepped into the harness, raising it to her hips and buckling it in place. The huge black phallus jutted obscenely out from her hips.
“Get up onto the bed” she commanded.
Offering no resistance, Brett scrambled up to the bed, and after she turned him around and bent him over the edge of the bed, she grabbed his hips and with his wide legs open, she took him fully in one stroke. Seating herself in him briefly, she then pulled nearly out, and then drove herself inside him fully again.
Now in a fog, Brett merely rode out the Elders firm and steady taking of his body. Surprising even himself, he felt another orgasm building, and just as he grabbed the comforter with both hands, closed his eyes and began bucking from the hard climax, he heard her cry out. She grabbed his hips and after once again burying herself deeply inside of him, she came again.
It took a few minutes for her to pull out, seemingly to savor the feeling. When she did, Brett felt empty.
As she stepped back, he heard her say, “Knees. Now. Clean me. Cleanliness is after all, next to godliness”. she smiled sweetly.
Sliding off the bed, he knelt again, licking and sucking her strap-on penis, gagging a bit at tasting himself, but amazed at the feeling that this seemed so right.
After she left the house and his wife came back, they talked briefly. Brett simply told her that the Elder knew he needed something, something like what he grew up with – and thanked his wife for allowing the church to help strengthen their marriage.
The following week, with his wife gone for the afternoon, as instructed by the Elder Brett waited on floor next to the couch, wearing only, as instructed, his boxer briefs and a ‘ceremonial men’s church collar’ she had presented to him.
He heard a car pull up, and then noted that several doors closed.
After the Elder told him what time she would be by, and what he should be wearing, she also told him that she would have two other Elders with her. “To help with his discipline”.
Brett trembled at the thoughts of what would happen, aroused by the thoughts also, and shamed at his hardness.
Brett jumped when he heard the knock on the door – but he knew this is what he truly needed.
