Such a Thoughtful Wife

Such a Thoughtful Wife

by

Kortpeel

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Sister Bent was having a bad day at the marriage guidance clinic. All these stupid wimp women who let their husbands beat them up filled her with contempt. Despite the psychiatry training, where she'd learnt all about dependency, she still thought those battered wives deserved all they got.

Her next appointment arrived. The receptionist announced "Mrs. Passwater" and a pleasant looking young woman in a light summer dress walked in. She was slim with short dark hair and brown eyes. She was dainty looking, feminine and demure. She reminded Sister Bent of a shy young girl even though the application form gave her age as 29.

At least she doesn't look like she gets beaten up Sister Bent thought. That's a change.

After the usual greetings Sister Bent gave her new client the standard intro about the need for openness and how everything was confidential. Even so Mrs. Passwater was hesitant to get started. The first law of counselling is that when the client is paying for the time it's the client's privilege to waste it. Sister Brent yet again appreciated the genius of the first law.

"It's my husband," Mrs Passwater began.

Sister Brent nodded encouragement.

"Edward is normal most of the time. It's the times when he isn't that bother me."

"The times when he's not normal?" Sister Bent repeated the client's words. That was the second rule of counselling. Repeating the client's last words gave an illusion of understanding and empathy,

"What I want from my husband is nice, gentle straightforward lovemaking. That's fine. It's lovely then and I know I made the right choice when I picked him for a husband."

So far so good. At least she's got started.

"Other times he's weird. He has these outrageous kinky desires. Once he suggested he'd like to watch me make love to another woman. I ask you! I didn't enjoy it at all although the other woman did. And at least she knew what to do with her fingers. Edward never gets it right."

Interesting. There's more to this girl than I first thought. Sister Bent smiled; one woman to another, acknowledging the shortcomings of men

"Another time he asked me to tell him about the guys I’d been with before we met. I thought that was none of his business and told him so. As I saw it, it was quite sick of him even to want to know. He kept on to me about it so eventually I did tell him everything. As it happened it turned him on and he wanted me to go with another man again. I've never done anything so distasteful in my life. How could I enjoy it knowing that Edward was hiding in the closet watching?" Mrs. Passwater's expression showed how unreasonable it had been of Edward to want to watch.

"I can imagine." Sister Bent was having no problem empathising with this client.

"Another time he got into cross-dressing. He looked so grotesque in a dress. I had to take him in hand and put him in a proper foundation, make him shave his arms and legs, manicure and pedicure him, choose decent clothes, organise a wig and do his make-up properly so that I could be seen out with him. Even then he still needed a lot of training in movement, deportment and voice control before he was really convincing.

"Did you actually get him to pass for a real woman?" Sister Bent was impressed.

"In the end, yes. But when we went out two chaps in the bar tried to chat us up and Eddie froze. I've never heard of a real woman freezing when that happens. He spoilt what could have been a promising evening out. One of them, the one who fancied me, was quite good looking too."

What a considerate wife Mrs. Passwater was to go to all that trouble.

"But I think what really killed Eddie's interest in drag was all the preparation involved. Eddie lost interest when he realised that a woman does all that every time she goes out."

"Typical man," remarked Sister Bent. Most guys she knew were like that. Happy enough running around in bra and panties but too slapdash to dress up properly.

"Then he got into spanking. When he tried it on me I didn't get anything out of it. Not like at school when Mr. Wilkins would put me over his knees and give me a proper hiding. I loved it when he lifted up my dress and gave my ass a good larruping. It would have been better still if he'd taken down my knickers. I so enjoyed the feel of his prick pressing against my stomach. Don't you think that spanking only works for a girl when the man is much bigger and stronger than she is? Eddie isn't strong enough to make it work."

Interesting that. It hadn't occurred to Sister Bent that to administer a good spanking the man had to be much bigger and stronger than the woman being spanked. Else it became merely a scruffy struggle. That was why she hadn't enjoyed a spanking in years. Sister Bent was a fairly tall woman and there were no guys in her life big and strong enough.

"And I'll tell you: it's actually quite strenuous to spank a man properly. I've lambasted Eddie 'til his backside was crimson and my arm ached. Still he wanted more. In the end I had to bring him off by hand. Since then I've bought him a cane. He enjoys that and it's easier on the arm too."

"Yes. Playing a lot of tennis also helps," Sister Bent said.

"I even got him to make a spanking frame so I could strap him to it for his hidings. He really is helpless strapped to that frame. He couldn't get out of it even if he wanted to. Which he doesn't. There he is: his cute little buns displayed ready for his caning, legs spread out and his two balls hanging down in the middle."

Sister Bent had no trouble reconstructing the picture in her mind.

"Last time I had him on it, I told him that to stop his nonsense I was going to cut off his balls. I ran the edge of an ice cube across his bag and he loved it. He thought it was real. He was quite disappointed when he learnt it was only a trick. Since then he's got me to shave his pube just in case it ever really happens."

"How very interesting," remarked Sister Bent with complete sincerity.

"That's really why I came here. I do like to please my husband and give him these little treats but I don't know about cutting off his balls. I wouldn't want to hurt him."

Sister Bent thought for a moment. "Do you mean hurt him by leaving him without his balls or hurt him when you cut them off?"

"When I cut them off. I'm not really into blood and all that. I need professional help. You see Eddie's got a birthday coming up and I thought it could be a special treat to castrate him. He'd love that."

"Why not do it here at the clinic? We have all the facilities and it would be better than at home."

"Oh yes. I wouldn't want bloodstains on the carpet," Mrs. Passwater said.

"If you wish, we could have a nice little scenario for the occasion. Perhaps give him a good caning first."

"What a lovely idea. And I can get him into full drag to come here." Mrs. Passwater was enthusiastic.

"When's his birthday?"

Sister Bent marked the date in her diary. What a nice woman, she thought after Mrs Passwater left. How thoughtful of her to give her husband such a special birthday treat. Lucky Edward. She picked up the phone to book the theatre.

Sister Bent was looking forward to Eddie's birthday.

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