Sharie watched Rand sweat as he stood by her while she relaxed, head on the arm of the sofa, feet stretched out sipping a glass of Chardonnay flipping through a catalog from Romantic Depot. Sharie snapped her fingers and held her hand out. Rand was thinking about how Sharie had arranged for Amanda, Rand's loyal assistant at work to come by. He thought about how Amanda would soon seen him as she had never seen him before and never thought anyone but Sharie would have seen him. He was therefore lost in thought.

If Sharie did not change her mind, Rand knew he would be naked with his ass to the door and his well-spanked bottom, red and sore from Sharie's freshest punishment of him on display. Sharie would be advertising how well his bottom is taken care of at home, which Amanda would see when she entered their home for the first time. Sharie would be teaching Rand's assistant how she expects Amanda to begin spanking him at work for the smallest reason. Rand was also wondering, although not perfectly sure, if Sharie would give Amanda permission to spank him for no reason at all as Sharie often does. It could be a spanking just because Amanda feels like giving him one. This made Rand worry so much that he didn't hear Sharie's finger snap.

When Sharie snapped a second time, Rand immediately knew he had goofed up. He dreaded what would happen next but even though he knew it would be painful and he could protect himself, Rand placed his penis and balls comfortably into Sharie's outstretched hand. This is what she silently demands when she snaps her fingers and places her open hand out to him. He then must gently place his genitals into her hand so that she can do what she wants to them without straining to find it.

However, this time there was no hope that she would just stroke him resulting in a blood-engorged penis and happy balls while he stiffens and soon emits pre-cum before she leaves him in an elated but unsatisfied state while she continued reading her catalog barely glancing at him. No, not this time. At least that won't be where she starts. She was going to make him pay for being inattentive and allowing his mind to wander when she demanded his obedience.

He was not looking forward to what was going to happen next but followed her order implicitly. She began stroking him and after only five or six strokes, he was as hard as a rock. Then, she released him and sat up. She gazed at him and handed him her catalog. She pointed to the kitchen. Rand immediately took it and raced into the kitchen, although he found running hard now that she had given him a third leg. As he reappeared, she clapped her hands loudly. This got his attention. She pointed to the floor. Immediately, Rand got down on all fours and looked up at his beautiful Mistress, whom he wanted forgiveness from for his inattentiveness. She crooked her finger at herself and pointed to the same spot he was just at. Rand crawled like a dog to the spot. Sharie held out her hand, and Rand bent his face to her. She reared back and slapped his face soundly. She waved her hand, and he stood. She grabbed his balls tightly, causing him to scream with pain. She released him as he sank to his knees.

As he writhed in the pain which she seemed oblivious to, she patted his head.

"Will you learn to be more attentive next time?"

He nodded affirmatively since he lost the power to speak at the moment.

She then released his genitals. She lovingly patted his head again and stroked his cheek on the right side of his face. In contrast to her seemingly annoyed state, her voice was calm. gentle and compassionate as she began soothing his angst by reminding him about what she had decided would happen shortly.

"Don't be so nervous about Amanda coming over tonight, Rand. Everything will be just fine. As a matter of fact, it will be better. You will be glad I arranged this. You'll see."

She grasped his face with her powerful right hand under his jaw, her thumb pinching his left cheek, and her other fingers firmly holding him from the right side.

"Now, go into the bathroom and wash up. She will be here soon. Put on the white terry-cloth robe I have hanging up there. But leave it open for now. You will tie it later when it's time. I think she should see you in the robe tied up first, instead of her being bombarded by your nude form as soon as she walks in. It might be too much for her. Knowing you, you won't be able to hold back and would greet her in your full glory, with a waving flagpole."

Rand went into the bathroom and washed up. Strangely, he felt better about things. He looked in the mirror and saw streaks of dried tears welling up on his face. He took the damn coconut hand soap that he bought by mistake and washed up. He hated that scent. It made his skin smell antiseptic, not sweet as he intended. On top of all that, Sharie spanked him for bringing home the wrong soap, which she knew he would hate even though she didn't mind it at all. Sharie loved keeping Rand on the straight and narrow.

As Rand finally emerged from the bathroom, his face was clear, his mind was not confused and he felt good. He felt the robe swaying as he began to walk and thought that since nothing was really covered by it when wearing it this way, the only reason Sharie ordered him to leave it open was so she could look at him the way she liked.

As good as he felt upon leaving the bathroom, he would be ecstatic as he re-entered the living room. The sight that he beheld was so pleasing he had to rub his eyes and open them wider. There before him stood Sharie. All six foot one of her smiling and completely nude. Rand was stunned and just stood there. He drank in her ample, succulent boobs, her inviting pussy perfectly shaped between her long thighs and her feet. bare and gorgeous. He imagined his greatest fantasies. All he wanted to do was to start kissing, sucking, massaging and pleasuring her. He also began fantasizing about what he could not see, her sexy shoulders, her back that drove him crazy when he watched her sleep, and especially, the crown jewel in his eyes, that fantastic ass. This was all he could think of, and Sharie sensed this as she smiled at him again. She looked at the front door. and shook her head, letting him know that this eye feast was all he could have for now.

Rand knew that Sharie had invited Amanda over and she would be coming soon, thereby negating any hope of Rand ravaging her body, sending pleasure up and down her insides as he too would reach full excitement. No, he knew Sharie would be greeting Amanda fully clothed and looking elegant and sophisticated while he was going to be fully naked. He then came to the conclusion that a spanking must be in order since they both believed in conducting spankings completely nude, not with a clothed female and nude or "pants down" male, as a majority of others did. He knew a spanking was coming, but hoped not right away.

Sharie approached him slowly and forcibly planted her mouth upon his, deeply exploring every inch of him as she opened up as wide as he could remember before she disengaged and chastely pecked the sides of his face with closed lips. To his pleasant surprise, he felt her hand roam about his bare chest, over his left nipple swelled with excitement, down to the side of his stomach, to his hip.

With no hesitation she took his ass cheek in her confident hand and pat gently as she quickly roamed to his front grasping his penis as she began to gently stroke it up and down all the while continuing t o kiss him heartily. He responded to her touch in a way that let her know he was happy all over. She gently disengaged and turned her back to him and took a firmer hold of his member, pulling him along as if he was a child's red wagon. As they reached the couch, she released him and ordered him to take off the robe and return it to the bathroom.

"You have fifteen seconds to run to the bathroom, hang up the robe neatly, and return to this exact spot. Go!"

Rand did not need to wait; he ran there and back, making sure the robe was properly placed and was back in place before half the allotted time was gone.

Sharie turned toward him and smiled. Rand happily stared as she lowered her gorgeous posterior onto the soft cushion and leaned back. She knew he was watching and enjoying the show so she made sure to lie face first, extending her lovely ass high in the air giving him a delicious look. She then turned back and got into a sitting position. She reached out and stroked his penis several more times slowly taking special care not to go too far. She would not let him cum and he knew it.

"Get over my lap, dear. I feel I must spank you to ease my frustration at committing an indiscretion which is unfair to you and might leave you in a confused state as to whether I mean what I say when I make declarations. It is, of course, your decision, but I did instruct you that you would be totally naked for the entire evening once I gave you that choice and you eagerly replied that you would gladly go fully nude for the rest of the night. Now, I told you to wear a terry cloth robe for when Amanda comes instead of greeting her nude as I first determined. That is my error, not yours, and when that happens, you are aware of what must happen. You must decide two things. You must decide if I committed a mistake and whether that mistake warrants a spanking. Is that correct, dear?"

"Yes. (When Rand is given permission to make a decision for them, she relinquishes the demand for him to address her properly.) Yes, it is. This was a mistake, although I am sure you have decided wearing a robe would be better for Amanda as she comes in thereby she can get used to her new position over me in her own time. My second decision is that it is also a spankable offense. As always, no matter who errs, I am the one who gets spanked. Shall I bend over now?"

"Why are you asking? Since it is your decision, you don't ask. Besides, I have already told you to get over my lap, and you have already decided that I need to spank you to begin relieving my stress about the error."

"Yes, Mistress."

Rand eagerly got over Sharie's lap from the right side where her power hand was. Rand is always eager to be spanked on the very rare occasions when Sharie feels she has erred. He likes it when she is totally in command and right about things. After his spanking, everything in his world would revert back to the way it should be and this makes him the happiest. He would be Sharie's slave about to follow each order. He also realized that Sharie spanks him the hardest on these occasions so that she would make herself feel better. Rand was not looking forward to the upcoming pain but as always, adored the attention.

With no warm-up since Amanda was due to arrive quite soon, Sharie began attacking Rand's already red and sore ass.

"Thwack!"

The first blow from her hand felt like a red-hot poker sizzling through his insides. The sensation shot through his body and made him jump. Sharie was not expecting this as Rand almost rolled off her.

She smacked him again and warned him to stay in place or else he would feel the brush. This would have been a big breach since the attitude Sharie had toward punishments for her own indiscretions had to include a hand spanking. Sharie felt that making her own hand sting a bit was the reminder she needed about always being in control. This is also why these spankings tended to be extra hard. Tonight was the added incentive of finishing quickly before the arrival of their guest. Sharie also did not want to spank for long because she wanted to save Rand's ass for his eventual spanking from Amanda. The rest of this short, fast, and hard spanking went without incident.,

"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!"

After just twelve smacks, Sharie stopped and began rubbing Rand's bottom. She knew it was not nearly enough, but she felt relieved of her burden and refreshed that she was back on top again.

"You may get off my lap now. Put on the robe and wait by the door until your loyal assistant arrives. The transformation to becoming your work Mistress will be exciting. Are you excited now?"

Rand did not answer.

"You may speak freely."

Rand smiled.

"Actually, yes. I am excited now, Mistress. When you first suggested it I was terrified, but your calming words and clear explanations made me realize that you are helping me, and it is the best thing for all of us."

"Yes, slave. I am glad you have come to realize it. You will be better off, you'll see."

Sharie then smacked Rand's ass several more times and sent him to the bathroom to get his robe. She then picked up her clothes and went to their bedroom. When she came back, she was dressed elegantly. She calmly sat on the couch, sipping the remainder of her wine. Rand put on his robe and stood near the door, eagerly awaiting his assistant's arrival and the next phase of his life as an obedient slave to his Mistress wife and another woman he would soon serve.