“Oh, come on, babe.” Vidya made a face. “Why would you ask me that, babydoll? I told you not to. OK, now come here. I want you to sit here, darling. Now … good. Show me your cheek!”
“Yes, dear.” I meekly obeyed. I knew what was coming, of course.
SLAP!
It was not some gentle, playful slap. It had been a strong, powerfully struck slap.
“Darling.” Vidya slowly rubbed her hand that she had struck me with against her thigh before raising it again. “How many times have I fucking told you …”
SLAP!
“… that my fucking affairs …”
SLAP!
“… as you yourself fucking agreed to …”
SLAP!
“… are my own fucking business?”
SLAP!
“I am sorry, baby.” I apologized, even as my cheeks began to sting. “I know I shouldn’t ask, but I was just curious.”
SLAP!
SLAP!
Vidya slapped me a couple more times even as I apologized meekly. Then she lovingly cupped my cheeks with both of her hands.
“There, there, sweetie.” Vidya leaned in proceeded to kiss me. By the time she was done, I was ready to cum. Vidya saw my erect manhood and laughed.
“Not immediately, my little cuckold. First you will kiss my ass and lick my asshole.”
“Yes, dear.”
That was my life as a husband now. After getting slapped by my wife for daring to ask about her lovers, she made me hard just by kissing me, before ordering me to kiss her ass if I wanted to cum. I had no sense of self-respect.
Another time, after going down on her, I decided to broach the topic again. Basically going down on her was the only way I gave her an orgasm.
“Darling,” I asked her tentatively, even as she was still panting from her climax, “Other than Ramu, or Balachandra, is there anyone else you are seeing right now?”
Vidya sadly shook her head.
“My dear husband.” She exclaimed. “How many times I have to tell you not to question me on my affairs? Your tiny penis cannot handle neither me, nor the details of my lovers!”
Vidya had made me bend over a chair, and proceed to spank my ass with her hand until she was happy with my apology for asking that question. Only then was I allowed to make love to her. After that thorough spanking, I lasted merely half a minute once I was inside her, much to her amusement.
If you notice, Vidya had now slowly started to punish me physically more often. Slaps had been part of the game before, but now I was increasingly bending over for a spanking. It was — as she said — my “natural progression as a cuckold”.
Once she started to spank me, I would be going over her knees at least once a week as she would sit on a chair, or I would by lying face down on the bed, my buttocks bare and exposed. Vidya would spank me first with her hand, and then with a ruler. At first I could barely take five swats, but now, much to her satisfaction, I was up to twenty five. If I took them all without squirming, I was allowed to have sex with her as I wished.
Now it was to the point that she would spank me if I did anything to upset her, like ask her about her current lover(s), or forget to take the garbage out. From once a week, I could now expect a spanking any time now, and in fact I got spanked almost on a daily basis.