A Kiss of the Slipper - Sex Stories

A Kiss of the Slipper

I received a phone call yesterday. It was from Susan. Susan is the wife of The Miscreant. "Hi Susan, nice to hear from you, how's things?" "Hi Ima, I take it you are okay….. but this isn't a social call. I know that you correct females on a regular basis but I was wondering if you could correct my husband again. Just recently he's slipped into bad habits: he's become lazy, slovenly and started flirting with other women. I work long and hard to keep the home together and he's just….. beginning to take the piss!" "He's basically a nice bloke but he needs agentle reminder once in a while to appreciate what a lovely, devoted and committed wife he's got.So,how can I help Susan?" "Well, it's an awful cheek but would you be kind enough to give him a little taste of the slipper; it worked wonders last time & I was so grateful. I'll give you the going rate….." "No need for that Susan, you're a good friend, call it twenty?" "You're a darling Ima. Can I also impose on you and ask you to record the punishment for me on my phone which I'll send with him. I can play it to him in the future if he starts to slip into his old ways again." "No problem." "One more thing Ima, don't worry about marking him; he doesn't deserve any leniency!" "That's absolutely fine Susan, what time can I expect him?" "About two hours?" Sure enough at about half two the buzzer went for the downstairs entrance. I opened it and smiled; I enjoy my work. There was a timid knock on my flat door. I opened my front door ...

... to face The Miscreant standing there; sheepishly. He knew what he was here for and it wasn't going to be pleasant, but needs must! The Miscreant is late forties, about five ten and of slim build; I sometimes think he resembles a middle aged Jude Law. But, that isn't going to do him any favours! He hands me a crisp new twenty pound note and passes over the Nokia mobile phone. "Hello Ima, I-I d-didn't think I'd be back s-so soon!" he stuttered out. "It's MASTER IMA…. or SIR, and straighten up when you're being spoken to! You have no one to blame but yourself!" "Sorry, what would like me to do, Sir….. I mean Master?" "Go and strip down to your underpants in the spare bedroom. I want you to contemplate for a few minutes the reason why you are here….. and what you can do to remedy that situation and then you are to report to the punishment room!" After about seven or eight minutes he knocked on the door. "ENTER!" I boomed out to put the fear of God into him. He was just in his white underpants and his body was slim but, I'll be fair to him, well-toned. The punishment stool was in the middle of the room and I had placed the slipper (a swimming shoe) along with my cane on the coffee table adjacent. He looked quite anxious when he espied the cane as that really scared him; it was intended to do just that, but, if it came to it I wouldn't hesitate to employ it. I had been paid to do a job! "Right! You are to bend over and I am going to punish you till I feel satisfied that you have ...