The Newlyweds Part Nine  Major Punishment   
by Madman                                                                               
                                     


Julie here to tell you what recently happened with my husband, Keith. As you
probably know, I enjoy dominating him in all ways, especially with wrestling.
He has become totally submissive to me and I can easily overpower him and hurt
him with any wrestling hold that I choose. Sometimes my domination is more
gentle and sensuous, as a foreplay for sex. But sometimes, I really need to
punish him and I don't mind making him suffer.

The other day, I received a phone call that really angered me. A local strip
club called to say that Keith had left his wallet in there. Now Keith is not
permitted to go to any bars without me. and a strip club is the worst type of
bar he could have chosen. He can't even handle me properly, so he should have
no need to gawk at other women. I drove down and picked up his wallet and was
surprised to find all the money and credit cards were still there. I gave the
woman $20 and told her to give it to whoever turned in the wallet. I was
literally seething while driving home and decided how I would punish him. This
needed to be a very severe punishment, as he had defied me and broken one of
my rules.

About a half hour before he would be home from work, I got myself ready for
Keith. I changed into a black bikini and put on some mid calf black boots.
While I was fixing my hair in the full length mirror, I though I looked both
sexy and dangerous. My frequent workouts have packed 160 pounds on my 5' 10"
body and I loved the way it looked. My muscles made my body even more
curvaceous, especially my shoulders and my legs. Keith both loved my body and
feared what it could do to him. This time he would have a good reason for his
fear. Every time I thought about what he had done, I just became even more
angry and could not wait to punish him. I was going to make his previous
beatings pale in comparison to what he was going to get this time.

At the usual time of 5:30, I heard Keith arriving. "Honey, I'm home," he
declared. Silently, I sneaked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his
neck in a choke hold. Immediately, he started coughing and sputtering. When I
felt that the choke had sufficiently weakened him, I threw him down to the
carpet and mounted him with a school girl pin. My knees were grinding into his
biceps and the top of my boots were also digging into his arms.

"I need to see your MasterCard," I told him, "there is a problem with the
billing." I wanted to see what he would say to cover up going to that strip
club.

"Julie, honey, he replied. "I am afraid I forgot my wallet at work, I will
bring it home tomorrow."

"I need to see it now, let's go to your office and get it." I knew he was
lying and wanted to see how far he would go with it.

"I'm so tired, it was a tough day, can't I just bring it home tomorrow."

Now I was even more angry. It was bad enough that he went to the strip club,
now he was lying to me about it. "Keith, darling," I said sarcastically. "The
strip club called and told me that you left your wallet there. You might have
had a tough day, but you will have a much tougher evening." I started slapping
his unprotected face as I continued to berate him for both going to that bar
and for lying to me. As I spoke, I became even more angry and my slaps turned
into punches. I must have thrown about twenty good punches into his face. I
noticed his left eye was swelling and that some blood was trickling from his
nose and his mouth. Then, while still securely pinning him, I took a break to
survey the damage I had inflicted on him so far.

"Please, Julie" he begged. Don't hurt me anymore, I am sorry and it won't
happen again."

His plea brought him another hard slap across the cheek. "You're damned right
it won't happen again and you are a sorry excuse for a man. Now you can leave
my house and never come back or accept the punishment that you deserve."

Keith continued his pitiful whining. "I can't live without you Julie, I love
you. Just please don't be too rough on me."

"I will decide how rough to be and you deserve major punishment for this. You
disobeyed me and lied to me and you will have to suffer the consequences." I
was pleased that I had already totally broken him down and emasculated him in
such a short period of time. As I grew stronger from working out and he became
weaker and even more subservient to me, it became even easier to dominate
Keith. So, to keep myself interested, I needed to find new and harsher ways to
deal with him. Keith now fully accepted my total domination of him and seldom
even tried to resist me anymore. So, with no challenge remaining for me, i
amused myself by taking him to new and higher levels of physical and mental
domination. Everything he did was to be done when and how I ordered him to do
it. So, if he thought I would allow him to totally disregard the rules I set
up for him, he was going to find out that this was not going to be tolerated.

I took a moment just to peer down into his face and smiled as I am always so
pleased when dominating him. Then I scooted up so I was sitting on his neck
and squeezed his head tightly between my strong muscular thighs. It felt great
to be overpowering and dominating him so thoroughly and with so little effort.
I put my hands on my hips and just stared down at his reddened face. My
powerful thighs were crushing his head and seeing that was a turn on for me.
Once again, Keith started his pathetic begging for mercy. "Please Julie, I am
so sorry and I will never do it again."

"You are a sorry excuse for a man" I replied, "and I don't want to hear you."
I pulled his hair with one hand and pinched his nose while covering his mouth
with the other hand. Now I had him not only tightly pinned, but in pain and
was smothering him. That shut him up and he kicked his legs weakly as he
struggled to breathe. I kept this up for several minutes and only occasionally
allowed him the privilege of breathing. This was not for his benefit, it was
for mine. I wanted him conscious so I could enjoy his suffering from the
punishment I was so happy to inflict on him.

Finally I got off him and Keith said "I deserved that punishment and it will
never happen again. Thank you for straightening me out."

"Your punishment has yet to start, you wimp" I responded. "Now that you know
the reason, I will punish you and there is nothing that you can do about it.
Get ready for some pain, dear." I grabbed his hair and pulled him up to his
feet. Then I put him in a headlock. Most women can beat men with their legs,
but my arms are strong enough to also do it. I made him follow me around the
room, while trapped in my headlock, stopping only to crank up more pressure.
When I got bored with this hold, I tossed him over my full hip back to the
floor.

Keith was cowering on the carpet in the fetal position, obviously in complete
fear of what I might do to him. Very casually, I sat by his head and locked my
long legs around his puny neck in a figure four scissors. When I applied
pressure by pulling back my ankle, my big booted calf was both digging into
his neck and forcing his head back at a painful angle from under his chin. The
headlock with my arms was just the warm up, my legs were going to really make
him suffer.

With only a fraction of my strength, I was able to choke him with this hold.
He was gagging and trying to get air through the windpipe I was crushing. I
really enjoyed watching his face as he struggled in vain. After about ten
seconds, I let up on the pressure, but maintained my hold. Keith got a couple
deep gasps of air and then I re tightened it. I did not want to knock him out
with this hold as that would end his suffering. My goal was to torture him for
several minutes like this and my technique was working perfectly. It was a lot
of fun tightening and relaxing the hold to maximize his punishment. When I
finally unclasped my long legs from his neck, I could see the imprint of my
boot lace under his chin.

Usually, subjecting him to a tough hold like that has a calming influence on
me, but the more I thought about what he had done, the more angry I continued
to get. Obviously, his offense warranted more punishment than this. I moved
next to him and slid my right leg under his back. Then I swung my left leg
over him and locked my ankles to complete a body scissors. It takes a lot more
power to make a body scissors effective than a head scissors, but this was no
problem for me. It felt good using more of my strength to continue his
punishment. Again, Keith was having trouble breathing as I tightened my legs
more every time he exhaled. He was flailing his arms in vain and I thought his
hopeless struggling was cute. Then, one of his fingernails happened to drag
across my thigh and scratch it. That really upset me.

I grabbed the wrist of the offending hand and twisted it sharply. Keith
screamed weakly with the little breath I was permitting him to have. While
continuing to twist his wrist, I leaned back and put full power into the body
scissors. His legs were twitching as he was in tremendous pain but he deserved
every bit of it. In less than a minute, his struggling totally stopped. I took
a good look at him and noticed that I had knocked him out. While I was proud
of my ability to do this with a body scissors, he also needed to feel more
pain before his punishment would be sufficient to satisfy me.

So I got up, got a glass of water and dumped it on his face. I leaned down and
gave him a couple hard slaps on the cheeks to help revive him. When he started
to come around, I stood straddling his head and stroked my breasts while
seductively swaying my hips. "You like watching pretty women. so watch me," I
told him. "Why aren't you getting hard, am I too much woman for you?" I
taunted. "You go to some strip club and you don't even know what to do with a
real woman."

I dropped down and jammed my shin into his neck. Keith was still groggy, so I
gave him some good slaps to his face to fully revive him. I also ground my
shin back and forth on his neck so that the abrasiveness of the boot laces
would add to his suffering. I was starting to really get aroused by dominating
and punishing him and wanted to get more pleasure for myself while continuing
to punish Keith. I got up and ordered him to go to the bed, strip down to his
shorts and wait for me. Keith was unable to get back to his feet quickly
enough to satisfy me, so i pulled him up by his hair and an arm. Twisting his
arm behind his back in a hammerlock I forced him to walk toward the bedroom.
Pushing him into the bed I warned him that he had better be in only his shorts
when I returned.

Then I went to the bathroom and took my time so Keith could worry about what I
was going to do to him next. I washed my hands and face and removed my bikini
and boots. When I returned, totally naked to the bedroom, Keith was lying on
his back in only his shorts. He did have a stupid grin on his face. Sometimes,
to reward him for taking a beating, I do allow him to cum after wards and he
must have been anticipating that. But, because of what he had done, it would
be a very long time until I would permit that to happen. While not denying
myself the sexual satisfaction that I needed, I was going to continue with his
punishment.

Slowly and sensuously, I straddled his chest and rubbed my breasts while
licking my lips. "So, do you like my body?" I softly asked him.

"Yes, dear" Keith responded. "I love it when you are gentle with me."

I swiftly lunged forward and threw my legs back to trap his legs in a double
grapevine. Pushing my upper body up with my hands against the bed, I arched my
back and powered my grapevine. I could see Keith's face contort immediately in
pain. "How do you like it now, dear? I asked. My well developed legs were so
much stronger than his skinny ones and I enjoyed overpowering his and hurting
him with mine. Keith was unable to speak, but his cries of anguish told me
that I was accomplishing my goal. I could not help but to smile with pleasure
and pride at the way I could hurt him so easily with my legs. It was worth all
those hours in the gym to be able to do this. Almost all guys would stare at
my shapely legs, but most of them probably had no idea of how much pain I
could inflict with them. I kept him in this hold for several minutes, while
increasing the pressure in spurts to the point where he was in excruciating
pain. I loved teasing him with suggestions of pleasure, but giving him pain
instead.

Finally, I was getting so hot that I wanted to receive more pleasure. I shoved
a pillow under Keith's head, not to make him more comfortable, but rather to
get a better angle for me to receive the pleasure that he was going to give
me. Then I unclasped my legs from around his and sat on his face. "Now lick my
pussy and do it good" I ordered. "If you don't get me off, I will really
punish you." Keith eagerly started licking me, but he was too afraid to enjoy
it. That was fine with me, I did not want him to enjoy it, I was still
punishing him. But punishing him should not interfere with my pleasure.
Although I would never tell him, Keith had become very good at oral sex and I
often made him perform it.

Working him over always gets me started, so it was not long before I was on
the verge of my first climax. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head more
deeply in between my legs. He got a lot of pain and it only made my pleasure
slightly greater, but it was obviously still worthwhile. I had no concern for
his comfort at this time, only in getting the best possible climax for myself.
I forced him to service me for well over a half hour. Squeezing my thighs
tightly against his head, at times, both increased my pleasure and his
punishment. I got a series of the best climax's that I have had in a long
time, but of course, I did not thank Keith for it or even tell him that. It
was going to take a lot more than this for me to forgive him for what he had
done.

Finally, I had sufficient sexual satisfaction, but I still felt like
continuing his punishment. I wanted to make sure that he never would disobey
me or lie to me ever again. Ordering Keith to remain in bed, I went to the
bathroom to clean up and decide what else I should do to him. I decided that
watching a movie on television might help to calm me down. So, I returned to
the bedroom, pulled him off the bed and led him with another hammerlock into
the den. I told him to sit on the floor in front of the sofa.

I went back to the bedroom to get a couple things to make it easier for me. I
handcuffed his wrists behind his back just to make sure that he had no way of
bothering me with any of his useless resistance. Then I blindfolded him with
one of his neckties, as he did not deserve the pleasure of watching the movie.
While I sat behind him on the sofa and tuned in my desired channel with the
remote control, I placed my legs over his shoulders and locked my ankles to
secure another scissors. I was not really pressuring the hold, but rather
using him more as a footstool. To amuse myself during the commercials, I would
squeeze the hell out of him with my scissors. I really hate when commercials
interrupt my programs, but I think Keith hated them more this time. It was far
more enjoyable hearing him groan in pain and beg me to stop than to hear the
commercials. I actually found myself looking forward to the next batch of
them. During the slow parts of the move, I would also pressure my hold just to
keep from getting bored. Those were actually the most fun times, as Keith had
no clue it was coming.

Finally, the movie ended and I was left by with a thoroughly beaten and
exhausted husband still between my legs. This had been by far the longest time
that I had punished him and probably also the most painful. I removed his
blindfold and handcuffs and let him lie on the sofa. I told him to think about
what he had done and that, maybe, he would be allowed back in bed with me the
next night. I think it will be a long time before Keith ever breaks another
one of my rules or lies to me. What do you think?