I Become Wendy's "Wife"

I blushed again and nodded. She gave me twenty hard slaps with the flat of her hand ensuring that all my bottom was smarting by the time she had finished. Not as bad as the paddle but still painful.

"How many more can you take?" Wendy asked grinning. My cock was hardening as she paused after softening a little with the onslaught.

"Please can I have another ten? I promise to be a good sissy from now on."

"OK. Ten it is then. I've got a job for you when I've finished the spanking. My, isn't your bottom red? I didn't realise how sexy this is dear. My panties are absolutely soaking."

As she laid into me, even harder than before, she casually remarked that I would be needing a new name. "How does sissy Susan sound?" she said, laughing. "Come on now, speak up."

"Twenty-nine, thank you ma'am. Yes, I am a silly sissy Susan aren't I? Ouch. Thirty, thank you ma'am."

Wendy pointed to the floor then, stripping off her trousers and panties as she moved over to her usual position on the settee, she switched on the TV to watch a quiz show whilst I licked and sucked at her wonderful vulva. The programme distracted her a little, she wanted a good long session tonight and the distraction helped to make it last. Her first orgasm was not enough to satisfy her and I enjoyed a good thirty minutes pleasuring her on my knees before she requested that I go to the kitchen to finish off dinner.

Wendy was always friendly and courteous but we both knew that she made all the decisions. Somehow I craved it, I was turned on by doing her bidding. I was her slave and the spanking only served to confirm what we both knew. I was there to make her happy. My needs were secondary and not really important. So far she had been a benevolent dictator. Perhaps dicktator was nearer the mark. I had given a lot of thought to my strap on experience at the weekend realising I had not seen the last of that kind of thing. I also thought about the lesbian affairs she had had.