THE DILDO - THE ULTIMATE SHAME!
Sally placed the long cardboard box onto the kitchen table. Paul opened it nervously. It was a dildo! He felt his legs turn to
rubber. He shook his head and backed away from the table. "No! I've worn your skirts; I've accepted the female role...but not
this .... I won't!"
Sally was in no mood to argue, "I can't go on like this!" She told him angrily, "Every time I go shopping I see things I want to
buy for you. I want to see you in a pink suit with a single strand of pearls, I want to see you wearing white gloves and a
matching handbag. I want you looking PRETTY! And I want you to be a REAL wife in bed!"
Paul was stunned. He fingered his yellow and white nylon apron. He didn't know what to say. Sally had been urging him to
wear more and more of her things. Ever since he'd lost his job she had taken over his life..and somehow he had taken over
hers. HE was the housewife in all but name. And last night he'd worn her nightdress in bed for the first time. He'd be very shy
and nervous; Sally had been tender and extremely loving. By morning they both knew he'd never wear pyjamas again. But this.
This was different. he felt the first clutch of fear. Sally stood up and wiped her eyes. "Listen to me. I'm the head of the
household now; and what I say goes. You WILL wear skirts. You WILL make yourself pretty and attractive! And you WILL
accept the female role in bed!"
Paul stared up at her; his mouth gaped open, he'd never seen this side of her before. Before he could even formulate a reply she
was speaking again. "Oh don't looked so shocked..I'm only asking for what's rightfully mine! When YOU were the
breadwinner you came home to a wife who was supportive and obedient; you walked in that door to a sexy wife who wanted
nothing more than to wait on you hand and foot. I want the same treatment ..and I want it now."
Paul dropped his eyes, "You seem very serious about this. Couldn't we at least discuss it?" He asked lamely.
Sally put one finger under his chin, forcing him to meet her eye. "No! I'm not asking you to do this...I'm TELLING you. We
can't compromise with something like this...we either go all the way..or we forget the whole thing!" She sat down and tugged
the hem of her skirt up to her knickers. "Come here!" She said, "I'm going to spank my WIFE. You will watch in the mirror as I
spank and smack you..and you will simply accept! And then we are going upstairs...with that dildo!"
Their eyes locked. He heard a roaring noise in his ears. For a long, long moment he couldn't move or speak...and
then...robot-like he found himself walking towards her. He looked towards the wall mirror..and he saw himself slowly lowering
himself over his wife's lap. He blushed a deep shaming crimson when he caught her eye in the mirror. She was gloating! He was
wearing a pair of her old velvet slax. And she was tugging at the elasticated waistband. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. Sally
tugged his slax down..and his silk panties...and she spanked her husband!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Heat and pain and shame washed over him. He opened his eyes and saw
the terrible sight of his wife lustily smacking his bare buttocks! smack smack smack smack smack smack Eventually she pushed
him from her lap.
Paul rubbed his smarting flanks and took a deep breath. "What..what do you want me to do exactly?"
Sally took his hands in hers. "Nothing! I will decide what you wear and when you wear it; all you have to do is BE the wife
around here!"
He gulped, "That's easier said than done," he answered, "I don't know anything about being a woman."
Sally grinned, "Oh yes you do...you were VERY good last night!"
Paul blushed, a deep burning crimson. He bit his lip. She was right; the previous night, dressed in a froth of white nylon and
pink satin he had surrendered to her lovemaking like a bride on her wedding night! 
"That was different," he told her, "I was just trying to please you."
Sally agreed. "Exactly! And that's what I want all the time, not just in bed. I want you to PLEASE me. I want you to OBEY
me. I want you to submit..totally to me! Now...pick up the dildo!" Their eyes locked. For a long terrible moment there was
total silence.
And then he whispered, "Alright Sally...what ever you say. But you'll have to be patient with me...I'm still not sure what it is you
want from me."
His wife took the huge double-headed dildo form his shaking hands. As he watched in horror she raised the hem of her
skirt...and fumbled the life-like rubber implement between her thighs. Sally slid her arms about his waist. She kissed him softly
and then answered, "Don't worry you'll learn..I'll use the carrot an stick method. When you are good...you'll get a reward..like
this." And she kissed him again, a long sensuous kiss that seared his senses. her hands were everywhere, caressing him, exciting
him. When they broke the clinch his eyes were bright and shiny with desire. But he stepped back in alarm when he saw the
look on her face. And her words chilled him to the bone. "Bend over darling...lean over the back of that chair!"
He gulped, "Won't it hurt?" He almost whimpered.
Sally smiled, "No. I'd never do anything to hurt you...it's made of soft rubber. Its merely a symbol darling. Now...BEND!" And
of course he obeyed. He remained motionless even when she leaned over his feminized body. Even when she cupped his
breasts. Even when she slid the tip of the rubber dildo between his smooth thighs. But when she began to jerk her hips against
him...he moaned aloud. "Oh yes darling, yes, yes yes!"