Punished by proxy

Let me try this again seeing how some people misinterpreted what I wrote yesterday. I decided to delete that post because really the purpose of this post isn’t about me and Thomas, but it is about me and my husband and how we stumbled across a new and most interesting power dynamic to our femdom marriage. And I have to give my wonderful and adoring husband all the credit for it as it was his idea.

The other day I was venting to my hubby my frustration with several men in my life, a neighbor who was cutting down trees along our property line, a co-worker who has been a real prick lately, and Thomas, who has an annoying habit of calling me up on Thursday night and telling me he’s coming to town on Friday and wants to see me. This has been a source of contention between us. I am a spontaneous woman but I usually have plans set for the weekend and I cannot just drop things just because Thomas wants to get laid. So I’ve set down the law that he can see me only when I say, and we will have sex only when I want to have sex. Thomas and I are good friends who happen to also be lovers due to a mutual attraction but as the Shania Twain song goes, “any man of mine, better walk the line.”

Anywho, it doesn’t really matter which man in my life was causing me stress. I was venting to my hubby and, as submissive men do, he became excited by my feistiness and bitchy demeanor.  He was in the mood to be dominated so he suggested that perhaps I should take out my frustration on him. I thought, “What a wonderful and creative idea”. Hubby should stand in proxy for any man that gets under my skin. I can’t punish them but I sure can punish my willing husband.

I warned James that if we did this, he must accept that I would punish him as if he had been the one who had displeased me. The poor dear was too gone by now to back out. I could tell he was excited at the prospect of feeling my wrath. To him, it would be an occasion to be dominated. But to me, it was an exercise to release stress and frustration by punishing the male gender.

I tied James naked, face down on my bed. I went through my collections of whips to decide which implement would best represent how I felt at that moment. Oh yes, there it was … the cane. And not the thin one, but the thick one. The one that leaves nasty welts. After all, I was mad at three different men at the time so he would have to bear the punishment for all three. And I must say that the fact that one of the men was my lover added extra humiliation to my hubby. Thomas gets sex. James gets the whip. Such is the life of a submissive husband who encouraged his wife to date other men.

I didn’t put on leather or any fetish attire. This wasn’t about the man’s fetish or arousing his sexuality. This was pure, unadulterated punishment. I took off my top and my pants because I didn’t want to get too warm but I left bra and panties on. I circled James and lectured him how he was standing in proxy for all men that mistreat me. I tapped the cane on his buttocks before giving a light blow. Reality set in real fast for James Even a light blow with this particular cane will make a man jump. A few more light ones with just the tip left red marks. Now I was getting aroused. It was time to release my stress. I dished out ten solid blows with the cane, one at a time, waiting five seconds between each swat. James twisted on the bed from the pain after each one. When I was done, his butt cheeks had a few nice welts as a memento of his position as proxy.

I felt much better. All that stress and pent up frustration left me as I punished my hubby. I left him tied to the bed for a few minutes while I admired my handiwork. Then the kind and gentle Kathleen rubbed some soothing aloe on his very sore bottom. I untied him, gave him a kiss and a hug for being willing to take that for me. I also gave him a warning, now that he opened this door to me, he better beware because the next time some man pisses me off, my hubby just might have to stand in proxy again.