My Wife's Punishment - Part 1
By:Hooked6

Copyright June2002 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com). All rights 
reserved. No reposting on another Internet site is permitted without 
written permission from the author. The following is pure fiction 
and is intended for ADULTS only.


My young wife and I had been married only for a few months having 
tied the knot shortly after high school graduation. I soon 
discovered that my new wife had a problem with spending way too much 
money on unnecessary items and subsequently lying about it. In fact, 
it all came to a head when several important checks bounced as a 
result of her spending sprees, placing us in a precarious position 
with our creditors and causing me some serious embarrassment as a 
result.

After much discussion, I decided two things. First, since I was the 
only breadwinner in the family, I would have to take a firm hand as 
head of the household and second, my wife needed to be taught a 
lesson. 

My wife had no choice and reluctantly agreed with my demands. Since 
much of her spending was on frivolous clothing, I decided that she 
would spend the next day at home completely nude! At this point I 
must point out that my wife is very shy as a rule and was brought up 
in a conservative family. You should have seen her face when I told 
her about her punishment.

"I can't be NAKED all day!" she protested. 

"I think that it is the PERFECT punishment. Since you wrecked our 
budget on stupid clothes, you shall go without for a while. Perhaps 
THAT will give you something to think about next time," I countered. 


I awoke early the next morning and laid out the ground rules. 
"Tina," I told my wife, "you must remain without clothing of ANY 
kind all day. The drapes are to remain open as well as the blinds. 
You are not to cover yourself with ANYTHING! I may or I may not 
arrange to check on you unexpectedly. If I do and I find that you 
have cheated on your punishment, we are through! Is that clear?" I 
asked. She nodded her head reluctantly in agreement.

I then proceeded to pick up all her clothing scattered around the 
house, all towels and dishrags and anything else that I thought she 
could use to cover herself and put it in our bedroom. I then ordered 
her to strip as I watched. It's funny. Since I have known her, we 
have explored every inch of each other's bodies, but THIS time I 
could tell she was terribly embarrassed at being naked in front of 
me. Sex was one thing, but punishment quite another. I knew this was 
going to make a lasting impression on her. Satisfied that all her 
clothes were in our room, I ordered her out and locked the door. The 
only way to unlock the door to our room was with a screwdriver that 
fit into the small hole in the bedroom door knob - and I was taking 
that with me to work.

The second rule was that IF she ever found herself having to explain 
to anyone why she was naked, she had to tell them the truth - the 
whole truth!

The third rule was that she had to write about her experience that 
day and that I would be posting it on this site as a lesson for 
other wives.

I then left for work. What follows is my wife's recounting of her 
punishment in her own words. Feel free to post any humiliating 
comments for her to read at this site.

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I'm not sure where to start. My name is Tina, and yes that's my real 
name. My husband is making me tell you all about my punishment. OK I 
admit what I did was irresponsible and stupid and I deserved what I 
got. I just had no idea when I agreed to his demands what I was in 
store for.

After my husband left for work I tried to stay in the inner rooms of 
the house. I was very nervous about even being anywhere close to a 
window. I was sure that someone walking on the sidewalk outside or 
driving by in the street would just happen to look in and see me! I 
really don't have that much of a body to speak of. I am an A-cup up 
top. No jokes please. I am pretty petite in body type standing about 
5'5". I am only writing this description because my husband ordered 
me to. I am not really ashamed of my body, just uncomfortable with 
it. I wish at times I was better endowed and that my, ah, well, 
“lips” weren't so prominent, and my butt didn't have those pimples I 
get every now and then.

I kept walking around the house with my arms folded across my chest 
and just couldn't help noticing that being unclothed when I knew I 
was supposed to be clothed was nerve-wracking.

Finally after about an hour I began to slowly relax a little. I grew 
bored being a prisoner in my own house as it were and began to take 
a few risks. First I stood in front of the sliding glass doors that 
faced our backyard. There was a privacy fence that surrounded our 
house so there wasn't much danger. It was a beautiful spring day - 
warm and inviting. I decided that I needed to actually DO something 
productive. I noticed that the patio needed to be swept and the lawn 
furniture could use a good washing. 

Carefully I went outside and "tested" my safety. I checked ever so 
carefully to determine if any of our neighbors could see over or 
through our fence. Satisfied that I was hidden from prying eyes, I 
ventured out and swept off the patio. I was beginning to secretly 
enjoy myself and the freedom of being without cover. I then dragged 
the garden hose to the middle of the yard and proceeded to wash and 
scrub the patio furniture. The sun felt warm and refreshing. That's 
when it happened.

Out of nowhere I heard a man clearing his throat. "Excuse me. Power 
company, I need to read your meter," I heard him say, as I 
instinctively turned around to see who the intruder was!

The unexpected shock of discovering a MAN in my yard was 
frightening. I froze! Just stood there facing him like an idiot! I 
must have looked a sight standing there naked, holding a garden hose 
gushing water in one hand and a soapy sponge in another. A million 
thoughts raced through my mind. Then it hit me! I was NAKED!!! This 
strange MAN was STARING at me and my bodily secrets!! No one other 
than my husband had ever seen me naked before!!! There was an 
awkward silence as he looked at me for what seemed like an eternity 
then he cleared his throat again, lowered his eyes and headed toward 
the meter. I quickly covered my small breasts and turned around 
facing my furniture. I kept wondering if he noticed that I was 
embarrassed. I tried to tell myself that I couldn't show any 
weakness. I would be OK if I acted as if it was no big deal. Part of 
me was humiliated and part of me was scared. I decided to keep 
facing away from him and continue washing the furniture.

I didn't hear anything. I just knew he must be staring at my butt. I 
strained to see if I could tell if he had left yet, but all I could 
hear was the water from the hose hitting the ground! I was too 
chicken to turn around. My legs were weak and I could hardly stand. 
My heart was pounding! I wanted to run but thought that would be a 
mistake. 

After a few minutes I convinced myself that he was a professional 
and had just did his job and left. Twice I tried to turn around and 
see for myself if he had gone and twice I couldn't find the courage. 
Finally I mustered up all my strength and decided to quickly turn 
around to see if he was still there. I was convinced he had long 
since left as it had been about 10 minutes. I swallowed hard and 
turned around. HE WAS STILL THERE at the gate looking at me with a 
grin on his face!!! My jaw must have dropped about a foot! He had 
been there gawking at my naked ass the whole time!

He politely said, "I'll be going now." and opened the gate. 
Thankfully he was leaving. I felt a little better until he turned 
one last time and said in a playful tone, "Thank you, miss. See you 
next month?" His question gave me chills! He must have thought I put 
on that show for him on purpose! How humiliating!

I quickly dropped the hose and ran inside like a little schoolgirl. 
I took me about an hour before I had the nerve to calm down enough 
to go back outside and shut the water off.

My heart was pounding the whole time. I was shaking so hard you 
would have thought I was freezing to death. I had all sorts of mixed 
feelings about what had just happened. I hated it and yet I LIKED 
it. I replayed the incident over and over in my mind. I was actually 
NAKED in front of a total stranger! To my horror I soon discovered 
that I was really WET, ah, down there. I was actually aroused by the 
whole thing even though my conscience told me I was a bad little 
girl.

Just when my heart had slowed to almost normal, there was a knock at 
the door! OH MY GOD! I thought. HE'S BACK!

Whoever it was, knocked again.

I slowly crept to the door and peeked out the peephole. It was my 
neighbor Sally. I was so relieved at the fact that it wasn't the 
power company guy, I opened the door to let her in. BIG MISTAKE! 


"TINA! What on earth are you doing? Did I come at a bad time?" she 
asked. It was too late to hide. She was already inside and staring 
at me.

Now many of you reading this aren't going to understand this part, 
but I was more humiliated by Sally seeing me than I was by the 
strange meter-reader. Sally was a GIRL and somebody I knew! And YES, 
I was very uncomfortable at her seeing me. Women can be so critical 
of each other you know. I think it was the playful look in her eyes 
that made me uncomfortable. She kept looking at me up and down. If 
she were a guy I would have sworn she was thinking something like 
"Boy, would I like to get a piece of that…" I was really 
embarrassed. You have just no idea what I felt like!

Sally asked me again, "Why are you running around without clothes?" 
I then recalled that I had promised my husband that I would tell the 
truth - the whole truth, if anyone asked. I nervously showed her the 
sofa and invited her to sit down. I confessed that I was being 
punished by my husband and had to remain that way all day. Sally 
kept looking at me with that "look" as she persisted in asking for 
more details about what I had done to deserve this. I finally gave 
in and told her everything.

As it turns out it was a good thing I did because Sally already KNEW 
why I was naked. She told me that my husband had called her and 
asked if she would help him out by checking up on me - the rat! Of 
course she was only too happy to oblige.

She then explained that he also asked her to do something else . . . 
which I would rather not go into unless I HAVE to.
  

hooked6
  


Wife's Punishment 2
By Hooked6

My husband just read my account that I posted here and he wasn't 
happy that I quit in the middle. I am really embarrassed that I have 
to continue telling THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD what happened to me, but I 
love him so I am giving in. Please, everybody, don't make too much 
fun of me. I'm already nervous about this as it is.

Anyway, Sally was sitting on the couch looking at me with that funny 
grin that hadn't left her face since I let her in the house. I was 
naked, and yes damn it, still aroused as a result of the little 
incident with the meter reader guy moments before. I was worried 
that she would notice that. 

"Sally, you mean to tell me my husband actually TOLD you I was being 
punished?" I asked. Sally playfully responded, “Yes!” I kept after 
her to tell me what ELSE he told her and finally learned that she 
really did know everything - even the part about my modesty and how 
hard he had to work at getting me comfortable with even a little 
petting when we were dating! It seems he EVEN told her how, to this 
day, I still was afraid of making love with the lights on in the 
house. I must have turned a deep red as she was talking because she 
began to laugh out loud pointing out how "cute" my face was!

I was really, and I mean really ashamed at myself for having to be 
so undressed like this in front of my neighbor. Sally had known us 
for about 6 months. She was actually a friend of my husband's 
brother while my husband and I were dating in high school. She is my 
age and unlike me, has a real job as a waitress at nights. 

Sally interrupted my thoughts by reminding me that my husband had 
also wanted her to make sure I did a few things for him.

"WHAT things?" I nervously asked.

Sally's grin got more menacing as she said, "Oh, well, I guess we 
had better get right to it as time is getting short." I was still 
trying to figure out what she meant by that when she stood up and 
asked, "Where do you keep your bills and stuff?"

Puzzled by her question, I cautiously replied, "Why?"

Sally explained, "Your husband wants to be sure that you pay the 
telephone bill - like TODAY. He said there was just enough money in 
the account to cover it and he wants me to make sure that you write 
out a check and get it in the mail. Otherwise, you'll be 
delinquent."

Relieved that it wasn't anything earth-shattering, I went over to 
the desk in the other room and made out the check, put it in the 
envelope and stamped it. "OK, that's done," I said as I handed the 
envelope to her.

"Why are you giving it to me?" she asked playfully, "I'm not the 
telephone company." She began to giggle at her own wit as I stood 
there. "You best get it in the mail," she instructed. "The mail dude 
will be here shortly. You don't want to miss getting it in the mail 
do you? After all, I understand YOU are the one responsible for 
screwing up your credit rating already."

I hadn't thought about that. It really did have to go out in today's 
mail to be there on time. I would be dead meat if I got us in 
trouble with the phone company too. What was I going to do? I 
finally protested, "But the mailbox is at the end of the driveway! 
You don't REALLY expect me to walk bare-ass naked out to the street 
do you?" She just smiled all the wider and shook her head yes. I 
pleaded with her in my best, most sympathetic voice, "Common Sally, 
be a sport. Take this down for me. No one will ever know. Please. . 
. PLEASE!!" I begged.

Sally openly laughed as she replied unempathetically, "But, I will 
know and I couldn't live with a lie if I had to tell your husband 
that YOU did as he requested when we both know you didn't do it."

I argued and pleaded, but it was of no use. It was apparent that she 
was enjoying my situation and I was certain she could care less 
whether the bill got paid or not. "ALL RIGHT!" I screamed. "I'll put 
it in the mail. I'll probably get arrested but see if I care!"

I grabbed the bill and made a bee-line for the door. Of course my 
stern voice on the outside did little to hide the true fact that I 
was scared beyond description on the inside.

I opened the door a tiny crack and peered outside. I reminded myself 
that most everyone I knew worked during the day. Hardly anyone was 
home at this hour. Still it WAS a public street and cars did drive 
by. I nervously looked about as I felt Sally's hand on my back. It 
was almost as if she was ready to PUSH me out the door or something! 
I saw no one. I waited a bit and still no activity. My breathing 
once again was quickened and my heart was racing faster than I can 
ever remember. I decided to run down the yard as fast as I could, 
shove it in the box and race back. 
How long could it take I asked myself - 5 maybe 10 seconds?

I mentally told myself I would go on the count of three. "One, two, 
two and a half . . . THREE!" I shouted in my mind. Out I went!! OH 
GOD DON'T LET ANYBODY SEE ME, I silently prayed! I would have been 
screaming my lungs out for courage if I wasn't so afraid it would 
have attracted attention. The air blowing on my bare skin as I ran 
awkwardly down the yard reminded me of how naked I was. I got to the 
mailbox, shoved the envelope inside and ran like heck back to the 
house – back to Sally laughing hysterically.

"I made it!" I exclaimed with a sort of pride in my voice!

Sally shook her head and said matter of factly, "No you didn't."

"What do you mean??!!" I asked nervously, thinking I had been seen. 
Sally pointed out the window toward the mailbox. "You didn't put the 
FLAG up. The mail dude might not know to stop if the flag isn't up. 
He might pass you by if he doesn't have any mail for you. You gotta 
go out again and THIS time put the flag up."

I let out an exasperated sigh. She was right. I couldn't take the 
chance. I had to finish what I had started. I crept back to the door 
and looked about once again. The coast was clear. My heart was still 
pounding from the last race. It was now or never. The longer I 
delayed the more likely I was going to get caught. I darted once 
again across the lawn. I was half way to the box when I heard Sally 
shout at the top of her lungs, "TINA LOOK OUT! A CAR IS COMING!"

I didn't even look up. I took two giant steps and tried to stop at 
the box faster than I should have and fell flat on my backside, 
sliding across the grass. I was too nervous to even look around. 
"HURRY TINA!" I heard Sally shouting! I got up, put the darn flag up 
and ran back to the house.

"DID HE SEE ME?" Did I get back in time?" I frantically asked my 
neighbor. Sally was laughing so hard she was almost crying. "There 
was no car, silly. I was just having you on!" she said between 
outbursts of laughter. I could have killed her right then and there! 
I still don't know for sure if there was really a car or not. For 
all I know another one of my neighbors is spreading gossip about me 
to this day!

Sally looked at my dirty legs as a result of my fall. "You best get 
cleaned up she said as she took my arm and led me toward the 
bathroom. I was too overwhelmed to resist. She looked around for a 
washcloth but found nothing to use. I told her what my husband did 
before he left. "Well, never mind," she said as she proceeded to 
turn the water on in the tub. "Step in," she ordered. I did as she 
requested and almost immediately Sally splashed water on my ankles 
and lower legs. I was really taken aback when she lathered up some 
soap in her hand and started washing the dirt off me!

"HEY! I'm not helpless you know," I protested. She gave me that 
"look" again as she gazed up from her crouched position over the 
tub. It was then I realized that she had a perfect view of my, well, 
a perfect view . . . down there. (Go ahead make fun of me because I 
can't say those words.) I got very embarrassed and quickly closed my 
legs. I was ever so worried that she saw how wet I was! She laughed 
and washed a bit higher up to my knees. True, I WAS dirty and I DID 
want to clean up, but feeling another woman's hand on MY body - a 
CLOTHED woman at that, while I was so aroused was too awkward for 
me. 

"Hold still I'm almost done," she said as she splashed some more 
water on me to rinse off the soap she had just applied. Then she 
said something that took me totally by surprise. "Have you ever 
thought about shaving your pubes?"

I wrinkled my face and said, "No way! That would be gross! Why would 
you even ASK such a thing?" I closed my legs as tightly together as 
I could get them thinking that she had only asked that question 
because she thought I was turned on by her, because she saw or could 
sense my arousal.

Without warning Sally reached her wet hand up and gently rubbed it 
across my hair. "Well, for one thing, your husband wants you too," 
she said as she playfully continued stroking my pubic hair. 

I pulled back away from her hand to stop her intruding on such a 
private space and yelled, "HE DOES NOT!"

Sally stood up and then put her face right up to mine and sternly 
said, "Then why did he tell me to be sure you shaved before he gets 
home, huh?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I disbelievingly retorted, 
"He never said anything of the sort to me when he left. He was VERY 
specific about what I had to do and he NEVER, EVER mentioned 
anything about SHAVING! YOU'RE LYING!"

Sally told me that they had discussed my nudity on the phone and 
that my husband really admired my body - except for one thing, my 
ugly, hairy crotch. Now you must realize that up to this point my 
husband had never told me whether he liked my body or not. We had 
only been married for a few short months. It was just one of those 
things a girl assumes. You guys never tell us enough how pretty you 
think we are. Anyway, hearing her tell me that he had actually told 
her how attractive he thought I was made me want to please him. To 
make a long story short I relented and said I would do it. 

I grabbed my razor and Sally got the scissors out telling me I had 
to trim it first before I could use the razor. It did make sense I 
guess. To my disgust she used those scissors to cut my hair. After 
each cutting, she would rub her hand across the remaining hair, I 
guess inspecting her handiwork and it really was getting to me. Once 
satisfied it was short enough, she got out my husband's shaving 
cream and proceeded to lather me up. "I had better do this," she 
stated, "You obviously don't have a clue how to do this."

Feeling her stroke away at my most tender parts was very, OK, OK I 
admit it, exciting, I guess is the word I'm looking for. I can't 
believe I'm actually telling you all this. I am so ashamed!

Anyway, before I knew it, she had shaved me bare - yes even between 
my legs. And it WAS humiliating having to spread myself before her 
as she used that sharp instrument on me. I unhesitatingly did 
everything she told me to do as I realized that one false move and 
she could cut me badly. 

After rinsing off, I got out of the tub and I stood facing the 
mirror and much to my horror realized just how poutty my lips were - 
yes my lips down there. I mean they REALLY stuck out! It appeared 
like I had two huge tangerine slices or something between my legs! I 
looked awful. My hair had hidden their true thickness I guess. Now 
shaved bare, I was mortified! I squeezed my legs together to try and 
diminish their prominence but that really didn't help. I still 
looked stupid I thought. Sally kept telling me how sexy I looked. 
That didn't help either. I already questioned Sally's motives and 
hearing tell me how sexy she thought I was, didn't do anything for 
my confidence!

Sally looked at her watch and said, "We had better get a move on! 
Your husband will be home soon."

I looked at her in disbelief. "He's coming home for lunch? He never 
comes home for lunch."

Sally replied, "Yes and he has one more thing I need to do before he 
gets here." I was confused. Sensing my lack of understanding, Sally 
grabbed my arm reassuringly and said simply, "Follow me!" 

I was taken back to the front room. Sally placed the desk chair in 
the center of the room facing the front door and told me to sit 
down. I did as told as I watched her disappear into the kitchen. 
Several minutes later she returned with something hidden behind her 
back.

"What's going on?" I asked nervously.

Sally said that I was going to surprise my husband by siting in the 
chair with my legs spread. She kept telling me how much he was going 
to enjoy seeing me this way and what a wonderful wife I was for 
doing this. I nervously kept shaking my head and telling her I 
couldn't go through with it. I told her of my concerns about my 
appearance and that my husband might not really like me after seeing 
me so, well, poutty down there. I really doubted I could go through 
with it, as much as I really wanted him to be pleased. I was just 
too ashamed of my body and how it looked. I mean, I don't have much 
to show up top and now too much to show down below! 

I really did want to please him and the thought of him seeing me, 
the way he really told Sally he wanted me, was highly motivating. 
Well, that and I WAS really aroused and still very wet. Sally asked 
me if I wanted her help and I told her if she could make this work, 
I would really be grateful. 

It was then she took her hands from behind her back and revealed 4 
small ropes! "OH, NO!" I said. 

Sally just laughed and grabbed one leg and started tying it to a 
chair leg. "You said you wanted my help. This will certainly keep 
you from chickening out at the last minute. Anyway, once he sees 
you, it will be all worthwhile won't it?"

I did want things to work out and she was right about me panicking 
at the last minute, so I willingly let her tie me. When she was 
finished, my legs were tied to opposite chair legs keeping me spread 
about as far as I thought I could spread (I'm not that big as you 
may recall). My arms were tied behind the chair as well. She had 
placed a pillow behind me, between my back and the chair, trying to 
address my insecurity about my chest by telling me it would push my 
chest out making my breasts more prominent. When all was through, 
she stood in front of me smiling as if to admire her handiwork!

Sitting there, unable to move, showing my inner most private parts 
was very, very embarrassing, but also very exciting. I couldn't deny 
that. After a few minutes I was so wet between my legs that I felt 
my moisture dripping down my skin and settling under my butt. Sally 
just laughed and sarcastically said, "You must really LIKE me 
staring at you this way, huh?" I hadn't thought that she would say 
such a thing or even THINK such a thing! There was no denying it 
though. Then she said, "Well don't feel bad, honey, I really like 
LOOKING at you as much as you apparently like showing yourself to 
me!"

That wasn't it at all! I was about to make some smart-alecky remark 
but I heard a car pull up outside. Sally looked out and said 
playfully, "Your husband's home!"

I closed my eyes tightly and my heart was really pounding! I 
couldn't bare the thought if he didn't like seeing me this way. I 
just didn't want to see his face if he was disappointed. I 
instinctively fought my bindings, but I was held fast. I couldn't 
hide myself even if I wanted to. All too soon I heard the front door 
handle turning! Soon I heard the door open!

"WOW!" I heard him comment excitedly. "YOU look GREAT, Hun! I never 
expected THIS THOUGH!"

Hearing the pleasure in his voice gave me all the confidence I 
needed! HE OBVIOUSLY liked what he saw. I hurried to open my eyes. 
Then I SCREAMED the loudest, longest scream I think I have ever done 
in my life!!

There standing before me was not, only my husband but his BROTHER 
AND SALLY'S NEW BOYFRIEND AS WELL!!!!

I have to stop now. I can't bear to write anymore. It is all too 
humiliating! I'm sorry. You'll just have to wait until I compose 
myself.
  




Wife's Punishment - Part 3
BY: Hooked6

My husband is now standing over me threatening me with our 
relationship if I don't finish telling you this story.

So there I was tied to a chair with my legs spread wide naked as the 
day I was born - not even a wisp of pubic hair being gawked at by my 
husband, his brother and Sally's new boyfriend! You have no idea how 
fast my heart was beating. I felt faint and was hyperventilating to 
boot!

"TINA! You look so . . . so WONDERFUL!" my husband said in an 
exaggerated tone. I had longed to hear those very words from my 
husband, Jim, but NOT being bound and NAKED like this in front of an 
audience! His brother Tom joined in, "Gee, Bro, I have to admit 
you've got taste. So what's going on here anyway? Is THIS what we're 
having for lunch?" he asked with a smile as big as his whole face as 
he pointed toward my, ah, well you know. Sally laughed out loud at 
his remark, which made matters worse. 

It was then I had to endure my husband telling the whole story of my 
punishment all over again. I was so humiliated.

I couldn't help but notice, however that all through Jim's story his 
arousal became more obvious as did Tom's. Sally's boyfriend stood 
close to her so I couldn't tell if he too was enamoured with my 
body. It WAS kind of exciting for a girl with low self-esteem to be 
the center of attention for once. 

Jim finally finished his story and asked Sally if the sandwiches 
were ready. She responded by saying she had everything already made 
up at her house for our picnic. PICNIC??!! Were they going to park 
themselves in our living room and eat while I was on display? They 
wouldn't dare! I struggled with my bonds hoping to free myself. This 
had gone on long enough I thought. Sally quickly left through the 
front door to get the lunch supplies at her house, leaving the front 
door WIDE OPEN I might add! Anyone passing by could have had a 
perfect view of me sitting naked in the chair! 

"HONEY?" I said in the sweetest tone I could muster nodding my head 
in the direction of the open door. He understood my meaning but just 
laughed. "Oh don't worry, dear, he said as he took a few steps 
closer to my chair and bent down behind me. I felt him undoing my 
bonds. THANK GOD! I thought as I breathed a sigh of relief! This 
ordeal will be over soon.

Once my hands were free I froze with fear as he lowered his head 
near my, um, crotch to untie my legs. He stopped and took a LONG 
look at me. I couldn't help but notice the other guys looking at him 
looking at me, or was it that they were looking at me too?!! 

No sooner had he untied me then Sally returned with a large paper 
sack filled with all sorts of food and stuff. "I see you're ready to 
go" she said enthusiastically.

"GO??, GO WHERE?" I demanded to know.

"Oh, it's such a LOVELY day out I thought we could, you know, go on 
a picnic. I had Sally prepare everything and, well, knowing how much 
you LOVE the great outdoors, I figured you could come along too." He 
explained.

WAS HE SERIOUS!!!??? I thought to myself. I didn't have to wait to 
find out. He took my hand and started leading me toward the open 
front door. "OH NO!" I protested. Of course Jim had to remind me and 
everyone else of my punishment once again.

"But I'm NAKED!" I continued, trying to use logic to make my case. 
"Yes, I know" was all Jim said.

Out the door we went much to the delight of everyone but me. I was 
grateful that the others walking next to me provided some type of 
cover from prying eyes in the neighborhood. We all piled into Tom's 
minivan. I was in the back center seat with sally and her boyfriend 
on either side of me. Jim was in the middle seat and faced me the 
WHOLE time while Tom drove. I wanted to use my hands to cover myself 
but Sally mockingly reminded me that, "Honey - we're all seen what 
you've got. No use pretending that we haven't." I could have died at 
her words. It's was true. They had all seen every part of me - even 
my very wet, well, private part. (Ok, stop laughing at me! I'm 
having a hard enough time typing this without having to say THAT 
word.)

Worse yet I was bare there! I felt like a little kid having to be 
BALD down there. What were they thinking I wanted to know? It didn't 
help matters that Sally's boyfriend was sitting almost on top of me 
STARING at me! I kept my legs tightly closed. 

It was then my thoughts drifted away from my own self-pity and I 
realized that we had left the neighborhood and were actually driving 
out on the public highway!! I stupidly screamed "EEK!" and tried to 
sink low in my seat. "There are CARS out there!" I yelled. Everyone 
laughed and Sally said in a patronizing tone, "Of COURSE there are. 
That's where cars drive - in a street," as if I were stupid or 
something. "It's OK. Really it is." She then said trying to comfort 
me. 

Soon Tom pulled off the road and we entered a local park. There were 
only a couple of cars in the parking area but I didn't see any 
people around. Tom pulled over near the far end of the parking lot 
and turned off the engine. My heart almost stopped completely as my 
husband opened the side door of the van and got out. "This will be 
perfect," he said with glee and held out his hand to help Sally out.

"I’m NOT going out THERE!" I protested. "Punishment or not, you 
gotta be out of your mind!" 

Jim just stood there and crossed his arms. "Very well," he said, 
"You have a choice, you either join us for a marvelous picnic lunch 
or we will force you out and you can walk home - NAKED. Oh and be 
prepared to pack up your things when you get there cause you won't 
be sleeping at MY house tonight." 

I could tell he was serious. I took a deep breath and resigned 
myself to my fate. My legs trembled as I got up from my seat and 
took a baby step toward the open door. My head went to and fro 
looking to see if anyone would see my condition. I spotted no one. 
Once outside, my husband took hold of my hand and gave me a 
reassuring pat on the behind. The group of us headed out down a 
trail lined with thick green bushes and shaded by large oak trees. 
Under any other circumstances it would have been BEAUTIFUL! 

We wound our way around several curves heading for God knows where. 
The farther we walked the more fearful I grew - going ever farther 
away from any means of quick escape. God how I hoped no one was 
anywhere within a hundred miles of us! The cool air of the shade 
caused my nipples to stand at attention. The skin surrounding them 
got all wrinkly and that nipple tightness caused me to become 
increasingly more excited. The moisture between my legs was very 
obvious and as I walked along I could feel the slippery goo sliding 
between my very upper most thighs.

Finally we came to a table in a small clearing among the bushes and 
shrubs. "This will do," my husband said as everyone else surrounded 
the table. 

"Sally, did you bring a tablecloth?" Jim asked. Sally gave a smirk 
then said in a most sarcastic tone, "Why NO! I didn't THINK to bring 
one." The chuckling by the group sent chills down my spine. WHAT 
were they up to?

"No problem," said Jim. "We'll use Tina," then turning to me 
continued, "You don't mind do you, hun?" I was dumbfounded. What did 
he mean by that?

"Climb up there, dear, and lay down," said my husband pointing to 
the flat surface of the picnic table." My mouth dropped as I 
certainly hadn't thought he would have planned something like that!

I shook my head in disgust but did as I was instructed. No sooner 
had my back hit the table then there were hands all over me. Someone 
grabbed an arm and pulled it to the side and another grabbed a leg 
and spread it wide across the table. Before I could protest Sally 
produced more rope. WHAT type of woman was she that she carried rope 
everywhere?! In an instant the group had succeeded in tying me to 
spread-eagled to the table. As I looked around, there everyone was 
with grins on their faces admiring their handiwork. 

Then the really gross part happened. Sally proceeded to take out all 
the picnic supplies and laid them out on top of me arranging a place 
setting for each member of the group! "Now hold still or you'll 
spill everything," she admonished.

Picture this. There I was naked, tied on a picnic table with paper 
plates, cups and stuff on my chest and abdomen. For their sake it 
was a good thing I had small breasts or this wouldn't have worked at 
all. I was mortified when the food started being piled on and every 
sat down on the benches making them at eye level with all my most 
private parts!

"OK EVERYONE. LET'S EAT!" shouted Sally. Soon everyone was reaching 
across my body like a bunch of children at a boarding house dinner, 
grabbing for this and that. Hands and fingers brushed - either 
accidentally or on purpose - against my most sensitive areas as they 
acquired some food object or condiment. My breathing became faster 
and faster. The sensation of having all those everyday objects upon 
me, hands moving back and forth, the sounds of everyone eating OFF 
ME was more than I could handle at times. I was on the brink of one 
whopping orgasm and what's more I think everyone there knew it. I 
dreaded having these perfect strangers witness what I considered to 
be a woman's most intimate event!!!! Just as I came close to getting 
off, they would get quiet and stop moving around- ARRGGG! I lost my 
momentum. Part of me was glad and part was disappointed. Then when 
the near rush had subsided within me they partied it up again. They 
were torturing me and I think they were really enjoying it.

When all the food was consumed, Sally told everyone that she would 
clean up. I almost died as the guys watched her slowly pick-up 
everything from my body leaving me once again more exposed. But I 
really felt violated when she took a moist towelette and started 
wiping me down as if she were cleaning a real table. The sensation 
of her circular motions using the towelette across my nipples and 
between my legs was excruciating! I tried desperately NOT to orgasm! 
There was no way I was giving these perverts the satisfaction of a 
free show. I was more than humiliated at the realization that 
another WOMAN was making me so sexually excited and it was made 
worse by the fact that all the guys INCLUDING my husband knew it! I 
couldn't deny it - my body was giving me away. It got so quiet you 
could have heard a pin drop. The electricity in the air was palpable 
as everyone wondered if I was actually going to - well - you know, 
DO IT! Sally would tease me unmercifully all the while pretending to 
do a legitimate clean up job. I grimaced and sighed but fought the 
urge to climax. She finally grew bored I guess and slowed her 
actions.

When she finished, My husband asked, "Anyone up for a little 
after-lunch stroll?" The rest eagerly accepted his suggestion and I 
watched as the all started toward the trail leaving me still tied to 
the table.

"HEY!!!" I shouted. "You can't leave me here like THIS!"

My husband stopped, thought a moment and replied. "Your right dear. 
Sally? Cover her up a little." With that Sally walked over to her 
large paper bag and pulled out a large red handkerchief. I knitted 
my eyebrows together as if to silently show my lack of amusement. It 
was then she proceeded to tie the thing around my eyes as a 
blindfold!!

I protested but all I heard was laughter and the sound of footsteps 
walking away. "Don't make too much noise," Jim said. "You might 
attract visitors." Everyone laughed and off they went leaving me 
blind, naked and bound spread-eagled to a picnic table!!!
  



Wife's Punishment - Part 4
BY: Hooked6

There I was securely tied spread-eagled on top of a picnic table in 
a public park, blindfolded and naked as the day I was born.

After pleading with them to stop kidding around, I heard their 
footsteps and talking trail off and then - silence. Only the wind 
occasionally rustling the bushes that surrounded our spot off the 
trail broke the stillness. 

I was sure they were just standing off out of earshot spying on me 
just to get a few laughs at my expense. I strained to see through my 
blindfold but Sally had tied it way too tight. I could detect a 
faint light through it but nothing else was visible. I tried rubbing 
my head on the table to loosen the blindfold but to no avail. As I 
struggled I shouted, "ALL RIGHT. YOU"VE HAD YOUR FUN NOW LET ME UP." 


Nothing. Not a sound. How could 4 people be so quiet? "Come on . . . 
" I pleaded, "Enough is enough. PLEASE??" I then recalled my 
husband's parting words, "Don't make too much noise, you'll attract 
strangers." Fear overtook me. What if they really HAD walked on up 
the trail and left me here? What if they WEREN'T nearby? My heart 
began racing and panic overtook me. I thrashed and wrestled in 
earnest. I really didn't want to be left naked and so vulnerable and 
all alone like this.

DAMN! Where did Sally learn to tie knots like this? I was really 
stuck. It seemed the more I tried to free myself the tighter my 
bonds became. Exhausted I stopped struggling and listened. I figured 
if I just laid back they would get bored and come out to release me. 
I did my best to lay quietly but it was sooooo hard to do. My heart 
was still racing. 

Then I heard footsteps. THANK GOD! I thought. "It’s about time you 
guys came back!" I scolded. There was something peculiar about what 
I was hearing though. I realized that the footsteps I was hearing 
weren't casually walking closer. They were, well, sounding like 
someone was SNEAKING up on me cautiously! One step, then a pause. 
Then another careful step - only one person it seemed was 
approaching me. WHO WAS IT?

"VERY FUNNY" I said with my voice cracking a bit from fear. I was 
hoping it was my husband playing one of his jokes. "OK, JIM. PLEASE 
cut it out. You're scaring me." I said with a bit more confidence - 
I guess trying to convince myself that I was in no real danger. No 
response, only the sound of footsteps once again drawing nearer. 

OK maybe I was wrong. If wasn't Jim maybe it was one of the others. 
"TOM? Is that you?" I called out turning my head toward the oncoming 
sound as if I could see but still no answer. I tried using my nose 
to smell around a bit to see if I could detect my husband's cologne 
Or Sally's perfume. Nothing. Gee, I wondered, did they even wear any 
today? 

The footsteps stopped. Whoever it was, was standing right next to me 
taking in the sight of my exposed and naked flesh!! I could hear 
heavy breathing but couldn't tell anything more. "STOP IT!" I cried 
in desperation. Then I felt a hand cup my left breast!! I WAS BEING 
TOUCHED!!!
I tried squirming and the hand let go. Was it a woman's hand or a 
man's? Maybe it was Sally's boyfriend?? The hand reached out and 
stroked my body carefully - sensually. All up and down my belly, 
around my navel then over my nipples and down again. Each time the 
hand went lower and lower and lower still - almost as if whoever it 
was wanted to touch my inner most spot but was afraid too.

I was afraid yes, but then a worse fear hit me. If it was someone in 
my party they were doing things only my husband had done. I know it 
sounds silly but I grew ashamed and humiliated. It was one thing 
someone else to LOOK at me but touching me like this was quite 
another. I wanted it to be someone I knew because I wouldn't have to 
fear being hurt but on the other hand I was hoping it was just some 
unknown teenager who happened to wander by and was feeling his oats 
by touching a girl for the first time.

Ooooh I shouldn't have thought of that. That idea suddenly got me 
really aroused again. I was just out of my teens myself and the 
thought of being a young lad's first experience with a naked girl 
was somehow getting to me. Whoever it was had a little experience 
because I was enjoying their touch.

Then the hand found my clitoris (Yes I mustered up the nerve to 
write that word). My breathing got faster and the finger became 
wrapped in my, uh, juices, I guess you could say. 

To keep my sanity I imagined it was Jim. Yes it HAD to be him! Even 
though I was sure he had never touched me exactly like that - not 
with such sensuality and uncertainty of purpose. I could feel my 
face turn red and get flushed when I realized that I was actually 
helping whoever it was by thrusting my pelvis up and down as if to 
control the speed of the stimulation to my sex. I was soooo close to 
an orgasm again. Then it happened! 

I felt a finger glide inside me, then another. In and out they went 
probing my inner depths. I screamed at the boldness of this new 
development! Then I arched my back and shuttered with the best, most 
intense orgasm of my life. Contractions from deep inside me grasped 
the fingers of my assailant over and over again. I didn't want that 
feeling to ever stop. My body got all hot and my skin felt clammy. 
When it was over the finger just stayed there inside of me.

How awkward. Soon my senses came back to me and I screamed for all I 
was worth. Hell, I could have been sexually assaulted by some 
pervert wandering the park! For all I know he was dropping his 
trousers right now and preparing to ravage me!! Images of this man's 
cock flooded my mind. I could just see him licking his chops at his 
good fortune - standing there with his hand wrapped around his organ 
trying to get it ready for his dastardly deed. 

My screaming worked because in an instant the fingers were violently 
withdrawn and I heard footsteps running - not walking, but running 
away. This only confirmed my suspicions that it wasn't anybody I 
knew. I started to cry.

Soon I heard a bunch of footsteps approaching and familiar voices! 
My mind raced a million miles a second. If it wasn't anyone I knew, 
should I even let on that anything had happened? What would my 
husband think if I told him I had been nearly raped? What if it was 
his brother? I decided just to keep quiet.

Jim undid my blindfold and the others untied my bonds. I sucked it 
up and pretended not to have a care in the world. After some 
friendly teasing I was led back to the car - naked. I didn't even 
care. After what I had been through it didn't matter. Once in the 
backseat of the mini-van I remained silent. One nagging thought kept 
replaying itself over and over in my head - I actually LOVED what 
had just happened! It was scary, true, but BOY was it exciting!!!
The idea that it might have been a total stranger excited me to no 
end. I know it sounds weird but women are complicated creatures. You 
just had to be there to understand.

It was then that Sally leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You 
have the tightest cunt I have ever played with - and you’re a 
married woman!"

HOLY COW! It was HER!!! Now I was REALLY ashamed and embarrassed. 
ANOTHER WOMAN for heaven's sake and she got me all worked up like 
that!!!!!

We drove back home and my husband let the guys out and bid them 
goodbye as they had to get back to work. I was ready to make a mad 
dash back into the house but Sally and my husband had other ideas.

"Where are we going now??!" I asked as we pulled back out of the 
driveway. "Don't you have to get back to work too?"
My husband explained that he had the rest of the day off and that I 
wasn't going to get off that easy. 

My juices were still flowing and it was quite obvious to all 
present. Hell, "I" could even smell my sexual arousal so I was sure 
it was obvious to them. Yet, the thought of venturing out again 
naked was nerve wracking. 

After a few minutes we entered a shopping center and drove around 
back. We drove past a few dumpsters and trucks unloading a few 
things and finally pulled into a parking place behind a store. The 
painted sign, badly in need of a touch-up and new paint, read: 
THRIFT STORE.

"What's going on? Why have we stopped here?" I asked hoping that he 
was just parking to think a bit. 

My husband winked art Sally and then got a serious look on his face. 
"Honey," he said sarcastically, "You foolishly spend all of our 
money on extravagant clothes that you don't need. All you do is blow 
my hard-earned cash on things that we don't need or don't use. 
That's why we are in the financial mess we are in. So, what better 
way for you to learn your lesson about the value of money than at a 
Thrift Store?" Before I could answer he honked the horn and an older 
lady opened the back door and approached the car.

I slid down in my seat and covered myself as best I could with my 
arms and legs. All I could think about was hiding from her. "Jim!! 
I'm naked remember? What the hell are you doing?!!!" I whispered 
angrily.

Too late. The lady approached the car and of course noticed me right 
off. "Yes? What seems to be the problem here?" she said in a rough 
tone of voice.

"My wife," he said pointing at me, "obviously needs some clothes but 
she has no money. None. Zip! She's too proud to accept charity. Do 
you have any work here she could do to maybe work off the price of 
an outfit?"

The old lady shook her head and cracked a wry smile and said, "Well 
. . . actually I could use some help. I just got a bunch of 
donations and I need to unpack them and put them all on hangers. I'd 
guess and hour might pay for an outfit - if she really wants to work 
for it."

My husband then proceeded to humiliate me further by explaining why 
I was naked and my irresponsibility to this total stranger! The old 
lady took it all in and said that she was pleased that I was 
basically a sane person because the only help she usually got was 
from court mandated drug users and hookers doing community service.

Sally laughed and looking back at me said, "She DOES look rather 
like a hooker doesn't she?" At that everyone laughed. My husband 
admonished the lady to make sure I didn't try and take some clothing 
BEFORE I had earned the money to pay for it otherwise I would never 
learn the value of a dollar. I was ready to kill each of them. I 
could see the headlines in the paper now, "THREE PEOPLE KILLED BY 
INSANE NAKED LADY!" It might be worth it I thought. I was hoping 
that Jim somehow had pre-arranged this whole thing but the way the 
lady was acting it seemed more like he had just gotten lucky with 
this old bird. 

I was led into the back of the shop's storeroom and looked at all 
the junk lying around. On the floor were three large boxes and 
several black garbage bags filled with clothes of all types. There 
was a huge pile of hangers all twisted and thrown together in the 
corner. "O.K. missy. Take these clothes here and put them all on 
hangers and then put them on this rack here.” Then turning to my 
husband, “You two gonna watch or what? I've got a shop to run." She 
said pointedly.

Jim and Sally thought it would be good for me to work without their 
interference so he told her they would be back in a little while. 
"WHAT?!" I yelled. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" I 
asked rather upset.

"HEY!" the old lady replied. "We'll have no cussing in here. This is 
a place of business, you know." Sally laughed and I watched as they 
both went back out the rear door and left me!

There I was with that old witch in a seedy part of town - completely 
naked. I reached down and grabbed the first garment and started to 
put it on. "Just what do you think you are doing, missy? Want me to 
call the cops on you for shoplifting? Get that off and get to work 
or get out!" she sneered and then went out into the main shop. I 
reluctantly took off the garment and started to sort and hang the 
clothes as instructed. 

There was no door or curtain between the storeroom and the main part 
of the dusty old store. With all the junk piled high where I was, it 
was impossible for me to completely hide myself. If a customer came 
to the back of the store and looked in they would surely see me. I 
decided to stand with my back towards the door to work figuring if 
someone did look in they wouldn’t get the best view anyway!

After a few minutes I was cursing under my breath at those damned 
hangers. They were gnarled up into a solid mess. I could have done 
three times the work if I didn't have to stop each time and try to 
untangle that mess. Once when I was bending down to try and retrieve 
a hanger, I was startled when I heard a man clearing his throat and 
then asked "Is this the only dressing room, miss?"

I stood quickly up and draped the shirt I was holding over my front 
and, still facing away from him, yelled, "THIS ISN"T THE DRESSING 
ROOM! IT MUST BE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. NOW GET!" After he left I 
realized that he must have gotten a pretty good look at my pussy 
they way I was bent over and all. After several minutes I resumed my 
work and kept wondering where the hell Sally and my husband were.

The shop was strangely quiet and I got a little curious so I peeked 
around the corner to see what was out there. To my surprise, there 
was no one out there but the crotchety old lady. The store had some 
clothes but mostly it resembled a giant yard sale. There where old 
clocks, toys, lamps and things. Recycled junk is what I thought. 
Then I saw Sally and John come through the front door. I was so glad 
to see them! I almost said something to that effect but I didn't 
want them to know they had gotten to me so I went back to work. 
Another 5 minutes went by without them coming to check on me.

I heard John ask how long I had been at it and the old lady replied 
almost 45 minutes. I heard footsteps approaching and then heard the 
old lady say, "She hasn't done much, has she?" as if she was 
disappointed in me. 

Sally asked what she could buy with the work she had done so far and 
the old lady huffed and said she would be back. When she returned 
she was holding a bright pink bikini. "She can have this if she 
wants it," she said without emotion. My husband took it from her and 
thanked her for her help. He handed me the outfit and told me to put 
it on as we had to go. 

My initial relief vanished as I put the top on. I suddenly realized 
that the woman who previously owned this was huge! I mean the bra 
part of the top was 2/3 empty. Not only did I lack the boobs to fill 
it but Even trying to tighten the back strap as tight as it would go 
resulted in it falling off me. The bikini bottoms were no better - 
at least 3 sizes too big. In order for this to work I would have to 
hold (press) the top against my chest and pull the bottoms into 
position and hold them - trying not to have either slip off of me! 
"VERY FUNNY," I said sarcastically. "Can I get some real clothes 
now?"

Sally and Jim just looked at each other as if they were confused. 
"What do you mean, hun?" he asked. "This apparently was all you have 
money for. It's either take it or leave naked - your choice."

Faced with that choice I took the garment and waddled out the door. 
The sad part was that even holding the front of the bottoms up the 
back sagged unmercifully showing my butt crack and what not else. If 
I tried to hold one side up the other fell down showing my pubic 
area. If I held the back, the front fell down. This was a 
humiliating outfit. I might have been better off without it.

Once in the car, I had a little relief. That is until we got home. 
As turned the corner of my street, there sat my mother's car in our 
driveway. "JIM! Please don't make me get out like this. Please! I've 
learned my lesson and I won’t spend another dime. PLEASE turn around 
now before she sees me."

"Oh, she already knows and so does your dad. They know ALL about it 
AND your punishment. In fact they told me they always thought of you 
as a spoiled little child and that this might be good for you. In 
fact, the last big thing you have to do is cook dinner for us 
tonight. That's why they are here - for dinner."

"YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS?" I yelled hoping he was just joking. "You don't 
really expect me to cook dinner naked in from of my mom . . . and 
DAD?" 

Jim laughed, "No. You don't have to do it naked, hun. I mean you 
have your new outfit and all. You COULD wear that if you like. It's 
up to you." Sally snickered loudly and at that moment we pulled into 
the driveway. No sooner did he shut the engine off, my parents came 
off the porch chairs to greet us.

I must have been absolutely bright red with shame and embarrassment. 
"SO - how's your day going?" asked my dad as he peered at me through 
the window. There I was pressing my over-sized padded bra, bikini 
top against my tiny A-cup breasts looking totally ridiculous. My 
bikini bottoms weren't all that flattering either!

"Fine dad," I said flustered, "Just fine!" Jim asked my dad how he 
liked the new bathing suit that I had just bought. He just smirked 
at me not saying a word. Sally opened the door of the van and held 
out her hand to help me out. I almost accepted it until I realized 
that to do so meant my bottoms would fall off. I climbed out by 
myself and, trying to keep some semblance of dignity, walked 
carefully into the house following my parents and Jim. Sally wished 
me luck and bid me goodbye. 

I quietly walked right into the kitchen. I figured I had best fix 
something, ANYTHING, pronto just to get them out of the house. Jim 
stayed in the living room playing host to our guests. There wasn't a 
thing in the house to fix. I then thought of the four TV dinners in 
the freezer and thought that would be the fastest way out of this 
mess. I popped two of them in the microwave oven and stayed hidden 
in the kitchen hoping no one would come in.

As the second set of dinners were cooking I took out 4 glasses from 
the cupboard and took one into the dinning room carefully holding it 
in the hand that held up my top. I set it down and repeated the 
process until all four glasses where on the table. I had a pitcher 
of tea already in the fridge but it was too heavy to take to the 
table and STILL hold onto my suit! I thought maybe I could get my 
husband to help me when it was time. 

I used the same technique to place the silverware on the table. Back 
in the kitchen I had to let my top fall to my waste as I peeled back 
the plastic covering from each dinner. I was so nervous that someone 
would see me but they didn't. Covering back up I realized that since 
each dinner was different that I would just announce dinner was 
ready and let each of them come into the kitchen and pick out which 
ones they wanted. 

"DINNER'S READY!" I called. But no one came. When I looked around 
the corner they had all assembled in the dinning room waiting on me 
to bring it out. I told myself that I could do this and that I 
needed to just see this through in order to minimize the "win" Jim 
thought he had won. 

I was so embarrassed as I made a trip carrying one HOT TV dinner in 
my right hand as it held up my top and the remaining left hand 
holding my bottoms. I bent very carefully down and gave my dad his 
tray and scurried back into the kitchen for the next tray. I managed 
to place the tray in front of my mother as she sat silently. Two 
down, two to go. 

I got my husband's dinner and repeated the process arriving at the 
table as before. This time as I bent down the tray bent over 
spilling the hot meatloaf onto my husband's lap. He jumped up 
screaming and trying to brush the hot entry off his trousers. I was 
so shocked I jumped back and put my hands over my mouth. I forgot 
all about my clothes, the bottoms of which immediately fell to the 
floor and the top sagging around my waist. In a few seconds all I 
heard was laughter. Lots of laughter. At first I thought they were 
laughing at Jim but then I realized it was me. I was naked in front 
of my own mom and DAD!!!

I was pissed and stomped out of the room. Their laughter ringing in 
my ears. I had had enough!

I yanked off my stupid suit and marched right back into the dinning 
room naked. I then launched myself into a tirade about how I loved 
my husband and that I would do anything for him and that if I had 
made mistakes in the past I was perfectly willing to own up to them, 
etc, etc.

The look on my parents face, especially my dad's at seeing me naked 
going on and on was priceless. I didn't care though. I wanted to be 
heard and heard and SEEN I was. I had everyone's complete attention! 
I asked them who else would work at a thrift store NAKED to earn 
enough money to buy that stupid suit 3 sizes to big just to please a 
spouse? Who else would allow herself to be tied up nude to a picnic 
table in a public park while her neighbors watched and allow herself 
to be fondled by a complete stranger? I spilled my guts about the 
whole day and apologized to everyone - especially my husband for 
letting him down.

It turns out that my parents didn't have a clue about my misdeeds 
nor my punishment. It was just a coincidence that they were there we 
when arrived home. It was my husband that had a lot of explaining to 
do and I relished every bit of it!!!!

Oh and did I tell you? I have got my own credit cards now and Jim 
doesn't say a word about what I buy.
  

hooked6