1. Embarrassed Wife


    Date: 1/11/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: flfufo, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    “I have never seen her this mad,” I thought to myself, as I stood there, stark naked, the heels of my feet touching, my feet forming a V, big toes against the base board of this stretch of wall in our living room, my nose pressed against the wall, my arms straight down at my sides, fingers of my hands relaxed. My reverie continued, “And usually, she has me in that corner over by the front door, so this is quite different. Not much change in scenery though…” Then my thought processes took me back to the events that led to me being here. Mary and I had gone to the supermarket, and were checking out the daily specials. My back was turned away from her, while I was looking at salad platters. ALL OF A SUDDEN, her face was six inches from mine, and she was saying, excitedly, “Muffins are SIX for FIVE dollars!” I was caught off-guard and surprised and startled and I don’t know what all else… but it was enough for me to exclaim… loudly… “You’re TOO CLOSE! GET OUTTA MY SPACE.” She back away…and looked around, as did I, at the ALL the people who had witnessed this exchange between us. A grim, dark look emerged on her face… and did not go away. She walked away, leaving me to push the cart, following her. We finished the shopping without exchanging another word, and checked out, and went to the car, and drove home, and unloaded the groceries into the house, all in the same silence. Then she picked up her phone, and went into the bedroom. After half an hour, she came out, and cleared her ...
    throat to get my attention, then starting speaking. “You embarrassed the CRAP out of me, and I’ve been waiting for my anger to subside, before I decide how you’ll be punished. To begin with, I am calling that piece of wall right THERE, for the sake of this discussion, the ‘corner’, and you have ten minutes to get yourself into that corner in the way I’ve taught you, and as yet I have no solid idea as to how long you will be standing there.” I used the ten minutes allotted to take a quick leak, then get myself naked, and I was against the wall, with some thirty seconds to spare. From behind me, I heard her phone ring, and she answered, then she went to the bedroom, and closed the door, evidently so I could not hear the rest of her side of the conversation. Without a word, she emerged from the bedroom, and sat down in her chair at her computer desk. And she said, “Let’s hear you sing. ‘Twinkle twinkle little bat’, for starters. A little background: I am quite adept at meditation. I can slip into mantra meditation on a moment’s notice. Using it, time passes quickly, unnoticed by me. She is aware of this, and often requires me to sing during corner time, to keep me aware and in the present moment. And, she is aware of how much I dislike my own singing voice, as I have often stated that “…my singing voice makes dogs howl, cats run away, and babies cry…”. So, she uses the singing requirement as part of the punishment. A little more background: ‘Twinkle twinkle little bat’ is a poem ...
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