The Dominant Wife

By Phebe Bodelle

Sadie is a successful business woman married to a self confessed loser and even though she loves her husband dearly she dominates most of his life which is just the way she likes it. So at home and work she is in charge, that is until she attends a conference where she meets Clyde and very quickly becomes the dominated one learning about the pure joy a full on sexual relationship can give her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Mar 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310355066

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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A Dominant Wife

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 4th Edition

Revised and Updated

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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that enjoys a good sexy read, happiness!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

An Exhibitionist’s Diary (Bonus Chapters)

Chapter 1 – May

Chapter 2 - June

Other Books by Phebe Bodelle

About the Author

Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Sadie Marks which is kind of ironic as you’ll discover later on in this tome. I’m Marketing Director for a world famous pharmaceutical company on big bucks I’m very pleased to say but I got there by shear hard work and determination. They say us women have to work twice as hard as men to get half the reward, well I bucked the trend. I’m thirty-five years of age and just over six feet tall with very well proportioned curves, I like four inch heels and can intimidate men quite easily which brings me onto the man in my life Stephen, my husband of nearly two years. Now understand that I love him to bits even though we are a very odd couple. The guy’s a loser in virtually every aspect of his life apart from marrying me. I met him when he came to decorate my up-market five bed-roomed house on a very exclusive estate on the edge of town. He’s only five feet seven inches and a wimp but he’s amusing and I got to like him in the three weeks he took to do my place from top to bottom. He did a very good job and when it was finished I took him out for a meal at a lovely restaurant up West. I don’t think he had ever been in such a pricy place, his face when he saw the menu was a picture. We slept together that night, not that I was overly interested in sex and I don’t think he was all that bothered, but we did it and from then on we became a partnership. Mind you the fact that his prick fully erect was only five inches long didn’t do much to increase my sex drive.

We had a wonderful two-week honeymoon in the Maldives and on our return Stephen had been made redundant.

Don’t worry, was my immediate reaction, why not become a house husband.

Now I’m a lady who likes a place for everything and everything in its place. I like my life to run like clockwork so the idea of Stephen at home looking after my every need and keeping the house spotless was appealing. I travel a fair bit within the UK and abroad so knowing the house was being looked after while I was away was another worthwhile consideration. I know all this sounds very calculating but I can’t help being the person I am, anyway at the end of the day Stephen was getting a good deal out of it. He didn’t have to work; I gave him an allowance so where was the problem. Even though Stephen was an excellent painter and decorator he didn’t have the gumption or drive to go it alone and create his own company, I don’t think it even occurred to him to give it a try. So the new arrangement in truth suited us both.

We ticked along nicely for a couple of months after our wedding and then I started getting tired, irritable and inevitably took it out on Stephen. My job even though I enjoy it is very stressful and when I got home of an evening I wanted things to be just so, the place clean and tidy, dinner ready and a nice glass of chilled wine on the table, not too much to ask now is it.

Our whole relationship changed one Thursday evening. I’d flown up to Aberdeen for a three-day meeting which was concluded quicker than expected so instead of arriving home on Friday it was as I say on Thursday. When I arrived home I felt totally exhausted, the meetings and the flight had drained me. I walked through the front door and immediately saw Stephen’s jacket hung on the banister, I wouldn’t mind but the cloakroom is only five feet away. I picked the jacket up and hung it in it’s proper place telling myself to keep calm, however when I walked into the lounge Stephen was watching a dirty movie, there were empty beer cans all over the coffee table and a half eaten pizza in its box on the floor. I went ballistic shouting and screaming at my husband who was cowering on the sofa desperately trying to switch off the televised porn. I called him every name I could think of and a few more besides, what I was basically saying was I didn’t ask for much and how could he let me down so badly.

In the end I roared at him, Go into the kitchen and fetch me the biggest wooden spoon.

Eh! he protested.

Fucking do it.

He scampered out of the room and returned moments later and passed me the wooden spoon.

Right strip, I ordered.

Sadie what’s going on? He whimpered.

Get those fucking clothes off, NOW. I shouted.

He quickly stripped.

Now bend over the back of the sofa.

Sadie?

Get over before I knock you the fuck over.

He leaned over the sofa and I began to beat his arse with the wooden spoon, I carried on until the fucking thing split in two. I reckon I must have whacked him twenty or thirty times. The wimp moaned throughout not taking his punishment like a man but I was more than satisfied with the bright red look of his bum.

Now get up and clear up this mess.

He went to put on his clothes.

Don’t you dare you’ve more important things to do. I ordered and he quickly started picking up the beer cans.

I’ve got to say here that when he turned around after the beating I was surprised to see that his cock was erect, but I passed no comment. That night in bed he turned his back to me, but after a time I encouraged him to turn round and gave him a cuddle.

Things were okay after that for a week or so and then one evening I came home and found coffee rings on the worktop in the kitchen. I expected Stephen to look horrified at my discovery but instead he had the faintest hint of a smile on his face. I thought it a bit odd and it made me even more determined to punish him for his tardiness.

You know what to do. I said, my voice brooking no complaint.

Sadie. He whimpered.

Get those clothes off; if you can’t do as you are told then naughty boys need to be punished.

But Sadie.

Now, My voice raised a few decibels.

He slowly stripped.

Come on I’ve not got all night.

As his underpants came down I said, Now fetch me another wooden spoon.

He did as he was told and it gave me more reason to be angry. I thought I told you to replace the one you broke a couple of weeks ago.

I broke? He dared to question me.

The spoon he’d given me was the next size down and didn’t inspire me to give him the pain he needed, but I pressed on.

Lean over the work surface.

Sadie, his whining voice grating on my nerves.

Do it.

He bent over and I laid into him with the spoon. I remember thinking half way through the beating that I must get something that will inflict more pain, perhaps a garden cane. I didn’t count the strokes but I was pleased to see his arse reddening as lash after lash of the spoon inflamed his skin. It must have gone on for a couple of minutes and in the end I stopped simply because my arm was getting tired.

Stand up and face me, I ordered. He turned around and once again his cock was hard, I ignored all five inches of it.

I don’t ask for much Stephen, just that you keep my house nice, that’s all, and surely even you can manage that.

He nodded and then disappeared into the downstairs loo, probably needed to piss himself.

A few days later during lunch I had a wander round the town, I needed to buy some more shoes for work, and some sandals for leisure wear. I passed by a shop that sold African tat and trinkets, not the sort of place that I would normally enter into but something caught my eye. It was like a half sized cricket bat, Christ knows what it was for, making butter perhaps or some such, but it looked good and solid. I went into the shop and asked to see it, the thing was a good weight.

Yes, that’ll be perfect. I said to the sales assistant.

That afternoon the paddle for want of a better word kept creeping into my thoughts, the thought of using it on Stephen’s arse was exciting me, I started feeling heat in my groin, something that had not happened in a good long while. Then driving home in my car I decided that Stephen was going to get a whacking tonight simply because I wanted to do it. The twinges in my cunt told me I was going to enjoy it.

As it turned out the house was in perfect order, Stephen had obviously cleaned the place from top to bottom. He’d cooked a shepherd’s pie for dinner and there was a nicely chilled glass of wine waiting for me on the dining table, he must have been looking out the window waiting for me, bless him. We ate dinner chatting away as we normally did, well really it was me telling him all about my day.

Oh by the way, I said near the end of the meal, I have a present for you.

He looked a bit surprised.

What is it?

That’ll spoil the surprise. I’ll show you after dinner. Once more my cunny twinged.

Once everything was cleared away, dishes and plates in the dishwasher, work surfaces cleaned, table cloth in the wash basket I turned to Stephen, Okay now for your surprise, take your clothes off.

Now that did surprise him. I think by now he had learned that when I said strip I meant it and in a few seconds flat his clothes were in a neat pile on the floor. I reached into the carrier bag holding the paddle.

I saw this today and immediately thought of you, I said smiling.

But I’ve done nothing wrong, the place is immaculate.

Oh why did he have to whine?

So, I want to punish you Stephen. I want to inflict pain. I’m tired, stressed and walloping you will give me a release.

Sadie please. He said looking at my new implement.

"Stephen, now don’t be a wimp, you’ll spoil my fun. Now be a good boy