Shamed and caned

My wife returned home yesterday afternoon from a brief shopping trip and tea out with a friend. 

I had done my chores and was attending to some last minute tidying up in the garden. She decided on a bath before getting into something casual for an evening in front of the TV. I was due to make some pizza and salad and everything was set for a quiet night.

After about an hour I went upstairs to shower and the first thing I noticed on the bed was a rolled up pair of tights (pantyhose). My heart stopped and my stomach churned as I thought how stupid I had been. 

I had worn these tights that afternoon whilst I had been cleaning the bathroom. I enjoy the sexy feeling of the material against my bare skin and I had stripped off, selected a pair from my wife’s drawer and got on with my work. Every now and then I had picked up the wooden hairbrush from the dresser and given myself a hard self spanking – just for motivation.

When I went into her bathroom my wife asked me to explain why she had found the tights behind the bedroom door when she went to get her dressing gown. I related my antics with a red face of shame. 

I was told to go and hand-wash them and then come back with the cane.

The thrashing she delivered was brisk and purposeful. 12 strokes on the bare whilst bent over trying to touch my toes, which had me dancing form one foot to the other in short order.

That evening once she was settled in front of the TV, with a glass of wine in hand, I made off to the study to leave her watching Downton. I was called back and told to give her a pedicure and foot massage and  generally be a useful servant. 

Just like the old days she murmured , nothing like have a maid to do the boring stuff.