Disciplined Behaviour

My wife left me a note late on Saturday afternoon where she knew I would see it because I would be cooking a meal.

It read "6 pm Garage, bench, car trip, 30 cane and then a drink at the pub. Destroy this note."

My heart leaped and my stomach fluttered.I had an hour to finish my chores, prep the meal and shower and get into my punishment shorts. I raced through everything and made it just in time. When she entered the garage through the side door I was standing by the portable work bench in plimsolls, pink lacy panties size 16 and a T shirt. I was taking a risk because my wife had not mentioned the female attire as an option. 

On her instruction I was to bend over the bench. I had left a wide gap in the middle of the bench in case she wanted me to straddle it length ways and clamp my balls tight, as she had done once before. 

This time though it was just to be a brisk caning. She commented that she had not said I could wear panties and made me take them off and hand them to her. She scrunched them up into a ball and rammed them into my mouth. 


Not a sound young man. 

Pushing me roughly on the back I leaned  over the uncomfortable workbench, bottom bared and raised as high as I could make it go to present the curve of my cheeks to the rod. I stretched my legs wide and grasped the bottom metal bar on the other side.I was nervous as hell.

She stroked the backs of my legs with the tip of the cane and then with a swish she lifted the cane sweeping up and down, leaving a searing streak across my bare bottom. 

One  I counted silently in my head and  stared hard at a spot of oil on the cement floor and allowed myself to be sucked into the pain. The next 10 strokes were delivered slowly and carefully. I found it hard to control my breathing with the gag in my mouth. At one point I opened my mouth i shock at the pain and the knickers fell to the ground. The thrashing stopped whilst she made me dismount the bench and retrieve the knickers. She held out her hand and I passed her the panties. In a quick movement she wrapped them around my balls and tied them tight and then pushed me over the bench again. She was able to grab the silky fabric that hung between my legs and pull it up tight into the crack of my cheeks. She yanked and pulled hard several times and I groaned with the discomfort. I half wondered if I was going to get a ball spanking..

The next twenty strokes were delivered swiftly and efficiently. The pain in my bottom was intense and there were tears welling up by the time she stopped.

She let the cane fall onto the floor and told me to tidy things up and dress.

That takes care of the French road trip.

"Yes ma'am, Thank you ma'am"

You can wear the panties to the pub if you like as a special treat. 

I love that woman.