Ann's Severely Publicly Disciplined

A week and a half after finials (allowing time for them to fully heal), the wives return with their husbands for the graduation ceremony at the Good Wife Academy. It takes place on a raised platform on the East lawn. Lawn chairs are laid out to offer visitors a good view of the proceedings. The wife would climb the steps on the right of the perform in her training uniform. She will shed those garments and cross the stage nude. She is then bound to a frame at the center of the platform. Her husband's job is to mark her like good wife should be. A stand with various implements stood off to the side for this purpose. On the left side of the platform a sheer robe will be fastened around her with a silk rope tie around her waist. This rope would be Gold, Silver, Bronze or White to connote her class standing. She will then be reunited with her husband and they will exit the stage to the left.

Ann stepped on to the stage with those attending cheering when she shed her uniform. Once secured in the frame, a view of her shapely ass and cleanly shaved pussy was enjoyed by those in attendance. Tim warmed her up lightly with the flogger before applying it forcefully across her ass twelve times. Six from the left and six from the right with the flogger embracing one cheek forcibly before being dragged across the other. Ann murmured with each one as her skin started to color. He transferred to the leather paddle that smacked her ass cheeks loudly - first forcefully striking her right side then her left. Ann’s murmurs grew louder with each swat. Next, the heavy strap fell across both her cheeks from the right followed by one from the left. Her ass was coloring up dark red as tears formed in her eyes. Her murmurs transferred to whimpers and grew louder by the tenth swat. He gave her a break after 12. Her endorphins provided a little relief before the strap struck her flesh again. Her whimpering became more pronounced as the assault on her ass continued. The sound of leather striking her flesh filled the air as she whimpered loudly and pulled on the restraints. The spectators were captivated watching her ass transform. After another dozen lashes, her ass was well punished with purple streaks chis-crossing her bottom, but she had one more implement waiting for her shapely bottom.

Tim reached for the rattan cane while the matron placed a leather bit in Ann's mouth. A moment later, the cane struck the junction of her legs and her sore ass. She clamped down on the bit hard and whimpered loudly responding to the stinging pain. The second one landed just above the first. Welts rose up from each stroke marking the path of the demonic rattan rod as it traveled up the curve of her ass. The sharp pain caused her to cry out through the bit with each stroke. Tears filed her eyes. Tim paused after eighteen strokes. The break brought her a little temperately relief from her endorphins, but the resumption of the punishment returned her to enduring excruciating pain. The assault on her ass continued with the cane ripping into her flesh. Her eyes remained watery and her arms were becoming fatigued from pulling at the restraints. Tim continued his work while Ann's cries filled the air. The swish and crack of the cane followed by a loud whimper had become the only sound across the lawn. Those in attendance sat transfixed on her suffering. She was producing a study stream of tears at the conclusion. She was left restrained bent over the frame relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a few minutes. Her body hung limply as she gathered strength. Her small dark red ass was covered with 36 closely spaced deep purple welts. As the matron was removing the bit, Tim told her that he was proud of her. While her ass still continued to radiate pain throughout her entire nervous system, Ann meekly responded through a trembling lower lip: "thank you sir". The audience clapped their approval.

Tim picked up a small whip and lightly teased her clit, but just when she thought he'd lay it on harder, he stopped and unbound her right hand from the frame. Tim dropped his trousers and entered his wife as she fingered her clit. Ann was thrilled to have Tim inside of her and she found the stimulation of his pelvis slapping her welts exciting. The two of them went at it hard to the delight of those assembled. Soon, Ann started shaking and Tim's respiration quickened as they both climaxed together. When they relaxed, the matron unbound and held Ann who was unsteady on her feet. When she could stand on her own, she slowly got on her knees and cleaned Tim's member with her tongue. Before the school, she would've considered this act to be humiliating, but now she just considered it to be her duty. The audience nodded their approval.

When Ann rose , she was led to the left of the platform where the shear robe was lowered over her. The audience clapped when they rapped a gold silk rope around her waist. Both her slender body and well-marked ass could be easily viewed though the thin material as she strolled down the steps arm and arm with her husband. Ann whispered in his ear that she loved him. Tim replied out loud that he loved her right back. They turned and took seats next to Tim's parents. Ann gracefully seated herself placing her recently punished ass on the chair while forcing a convincing smile. His mother (who was a gold star wife 25 years ago) also sat with her skirt pulled up to place her bare bottom on the hard seat. Tom's dad remarked that Tim couldn't have made a better choice for a wife. They cheered as Megan stepped on to the stage...