Training Of A Husband – Part I

My name is Mrs Deepali Roy w/o Miss Sunita Roy(as given by my wife) and i am presenting this story only after permission from my wife. From now onwards i will refer her as Sunita madam only because I am not supposed to take her name without adding madam. We got married about 3 years back. Then i was known as Rohit, a 25 years old guy of average looks. On the other hand, she was absolutely beautiful lady of 27years having sharp features. She was bold & confident and was enjoying a much higher post and salary as compared to me. I was totally flattened on meeting her but i was no match to her. I couldn’t believe my luck when she accepted my proposal.

After our marriage, i realized that not only she was stronger than me financially and psychologically but also physically. Once, some of her friends (all of them were girls)had come to our house for a get together. They were playing arm wrestling. I, laughingly commented that arm wrestling suited to men and not the tender ladies. On this, one of them challenged me to defeat them. The bet was that the loser will have to obey the winner whatever command is given. I accepted it. Madam (my wife) was selected to be my contender. But to my utter surprise, she defeated me within a couple of minutes. All of them started laughing. My wife said “I will give you two more chances. If you are able to win any one of them, i will accept defeat.” I got slight relief. But she very easily defeated me both times. I was at the verge of immense humiliation and shame. But now i had to face more.

I was standing quietly with my eyes down and face red with shame waiting for the command. Suddenly Mam ordered me to dance in a stern voice. I looked at her with feeling of anger and embarrassment. She said, “what are you waiting for? do you need a slap? As all of them were laughing, I started to dance because i was afraid that disobeying may lead to more serious consequences. They made me dance like a girl at various filmy songs for about half an hour. And in the last, I was given advice never to under estimate females.

In our married life, she was the dominant partner and her dominance increased gradually as time passed. Moreover, I realized that she was much superior to me in every aspect. I had no choice than to adapt to the situation. Then my company suffered some major losses and I lost my job. On the other hand, she got promotion. I tried hard to get another job but all in vain. She suggested, “till you get a new job, why can’t you stay at home and perform the household duties?” I had no choice than to agree.

I continued to stay at home and look after the house rather than going to office. One day, she removed the maid saying she was unable to do enough savings from her salary and as I was not earning, I was supposed to do all the house work. I shouted angrily and refused to do that. She became furious and slapped me hard, ” How dare you refuse me. I am the boss here. I will decide who has to do what sort of work. Go and make tea for me.” I kept standing. This time she slapped me twice, harder than before. With difficulty, I somehow managed to keep my balance and avoided falling down. She uttered with anger, “Any further delay and you will be in all sorts of trouble. And make sure the tea tastes good.” I quickly rushed towards the kitchen.

I now realized how difficult a housewife’s job is. All my leisure and enjoyments were gone. My routine entirely changed. I had to wake up at 6 AM in the morning, clean all the utensils, water the plants, attend the news paper vendor and the milkman. Then make bed tea for her and gently wake up her at around 7 AM. While she sipped tea, I turned on the geyser, kept a clean towel in the bathroom for her and quickly prepared the breakfast as per her wish and orders.

When she became ready and dressed, I served her the breakfast. After she had left, I broomed and mopped the entire house as thoroughly as I could because she wouldn’t tolerate even slightest amount of dirt and I was extremely scared of receiving slaps from her for that. Then I washed all the dirty clothes, first hers’ then mine. After that I cooked lunch for her & sent to her office. My afternoon was spent in ironing the clothes, cleaning the cupboards, sofas, bookshelves. Hardly I got an hour to rest. After returning from the office, she liked coffee & snacks to be served which I did without any delay. Then I started preparing for dinner. Sometimes, at weekends, if she desired so, we went for outing. Otherwise she went with her friends and I remained in the house.

Then came the night which I will remember lifelong. On account of her promotion, she had invited her friends for a dinner party at our home. She instructed me to behave properly in front of her friends. In black jeans and purple coloured designer shirt and brown boots , she was looking stunning, more beautiful and authoritative than ever. She commanded, “instead of staring me, it would be better for you if go and see whether the arrangements for decoration and dinner are being done properly”. I immediately obeyed.

While she was greeting her friends, I was busy with caterers and decorators. Suddenly I heard her voice, ” Rohit, bring us some snacks.” She was sitting with four of her friends on a sofa and ordering me as if I was her servant. I was so much embarrassed to hear this. All of a sudden, my male ego was aroused and I completely ignored her and acted as if I hadn’t heard anything. Strangely she didn’t react.

This further encouraged me and I behaved in a similar way during dinner also. But she had other things in her mind for me. After the guests left, she came to me and gave me a hard smashing blow on the face. The impact was so severe that I had to grasp the door to prevent myself from falling down. I gathered courage and spoke, “what happened? Why are you so angry?”. Then came the second blow on the other side of face. Very soon the third and fourth followed. I was so horrified by this unexpected assault that I became speechless. She said in a loud voice, ” I had told you to behave properly. But you idiot, spoiled everything. Despite knowing that I can’t tolerate any sort of disobedience and indiscipline, you dared to misbehave. You insulted me in front of my friends. I didn’t want to spoil the party otherwise I would have smashed you there only. But now, it is time for punishment and that will be in such a manner that you will think a hundred times before disobeying me.” Now I was completely aware of my situation.

Suddenly, I felt there was some unusual feeling in the inside of my undergarment. Actually, I had ………. urinated due to fear. Both of us were trembling. She with anger and me with fear. After giving me few more slaps, she ordered me to undress. This time I immediately obeyed. She again commanded, “Turn into a cock and stand in front of the mirror”. I obeyed and to add to my humiliation, i saw my image in the mirror- a completely naked man forced to stay as a cock. Then I was frozen with fear when I saw a cane in her hand. Then she again ordered, ” Raise your hip and dont move a bit when I strike you.” Needless to say, i quickly raised my hip as high I could have. Then came the first stroke. I jumped and screamed with pain. She gave five more strokes for that and said, “If you move one more time, I will complete the rest of your punishment in the street.”

After that I endured twenty more strokes on my buttocks and back of thighs without moving an inch! But this was not the end. She kept me naked for two hours. When I was about to fall due to tiredness, she ordered me to stand and do ups and downs holding my ears. When I was tired of that, I was again made cock. This continued for two hours. After that I was allowed to dress. But not in pant and shirt. She said in a commanding voice, “You need to dress as a girl, then only you will be able to respect girls. Go and wear that pink nighty kept in the wardrobe.” I had to obey her each and every command. Wearing that nighty was no better than being naked. It was a transparent thing that easily revealed my private parts. Never in my life, I had felt so much embarrassed and shameful. For the whole night, she kept me standing in a corner holding my both ears with my both hands, dressed in a pink transparent nighty. It was only in the morning that she allowed me to wear normal clothes. I was unable to sit properly for about a week because of my sore bottom.

After the above incident I tried hard to please her. A couple of months later, it was her birthday. She again arranged for a dinner party. This time I was careful not to spoil her mood. I worked hard and didn’t even let her stand for a glass of water. I served drinks, food, salad, deserts and whatever she and her friends wanted. Some of her friends even thought that I was her servant. She was pleased with my service and praised me after seeing off the guests. I felt much relieved. She said smilingly in a notorious voice, “Darling, today you have done all the hard work to please me. Now wouldn’t you come to me in my favourite night dress to make it more appealing.” I understood what she meant.

Though it was embarrassing, I fulfilled her desire as I didn’t want to displease her by any means. On seeing me in the same nighty, she smiled, ” Lets add some flavours to your sexy dress.” She made me to wear a bra and inserted implants underneath the cups. Then she applied some lipstick on my lips and did a little bit of make up. My face was red with shame. She fucked me well that night. In the morning, both of us were aroused by the doorbell. It was the milkman. I asked for her forgiveness as I was supposed to rise much earlier. She ordered me to address him immediately. I started to change my clothes. She said angrily, “By whose permission are you doing that?” I said, ” but how can I go outside in this dress?” She said, “It seems that you need one more session.” I said sorry to her and quickly rushed towards the entrance door. The idea of milkman seeing me in a transparent nighty was bringing me nightmares.

I hid myself behind the door and took the milk by just taking only my hands out of the door. Thus somehow I escaped that embarrassing situation. When I served her the bed tea, she said laughingly, “I will ask the milkman how he liked the new girl? What was his reaction?” I shyly told her the truth. She was not pleased with this act of mine, “So you tried to act over smart. You need to be taught a lesson. You will remain dressed as a girl for two more days.” So more was about to come. During the day, I wore a salwar suit as per her instructions. In the evening, she brought me a new dress to wear. It was a maroon top, a black skirt which hardly covered my knees and a pair of transparent stockings and of course the bra with implants. She did a proper make up for me.

When I looked at the mirror, I was looking like a pretty girl. She now revealed her plan, “We are going for outing, dear.” Overwhelmed with humiliation, I begged her not to take me out in such a dress. But she was unshakable. First, she took me to a park, a place full of people. We spent our evening walking hands in hands there like a romantic couple even though I was looking down all the time full of shame and fear of someone recognizing me. Then she took me to a mall, again a crowded place. We did some shopping, had dinner in a restaurant and finally watched late night movie. Now I realized that it was better to confront one person as a girl rather than confronting the entire world. She enjoyed my harassment much. Needless to say what happened after we returned home. I was fucked for the whole night. The same business continued the other day as well. The only difference was that this time I was wearing an anarkali suit! The next day she allowed me to dress as a man.

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