As per our New House Rules 2023, I am to refer to my husband by certain monikers in public or private. None of them include his first name. Surprisingly, this has been the hardest rule to follow for me. The few times I have used “Micah” in private, the result has been instantaneous. I am immediately bent over and a sound spanking is administered. Twice now, Milord has attached a clothes pin to my tongue for 30 to 60 seconds. You’d think I would have learned by now!

Yesterday, I went to his office so we could go to lunch together. I was dressed appropriately – no underwear except for a garter belt and stockings. When his secretary saw me, he grinned widely and asked what I was here for. Without thinking, I said, “Micah is taking me out to lunch.”

“Well, won’t that be lovely. But, are you going to tell him or am I?” James asked, his eyebrows raised and his lips persed.

I paled. Of course, Milord had shared our rules with James! James was well aware of our lifestyle as he was also a submissive in his own life.

“I will,” I answered meekly.

As soon as I stepped into Milord’s office, I lowered my eyes, crossed my arms behind my back, and spread my legs shoulder width.

“I need to confess, Milord. I just now used your first name.”

“James, can you come in here please?” he said with a raised voice so that James could hear him.

I stayed in position as James entered the office and closed the door behind him.

“Over the desk,” Milord stated.

I obeyed.

“James, would you mind doing the honors? Do not stop spanking until I tell you.”

I blushed fiercely. This was not the first time Milord has employed James to administer a punishment, but it still brought me great shame.

James takes all of his responsibilities seriously, so he flipped my skirt up and began spanking with a very firm, very hard hand. The tears began almost immediately.

“Keep it up, James. You’re doing great. Now, for you, Sophia. Let’s put that mouth to better use.” He unzipped his trousers. “You are not to use your hands, but you will continue to keep your mouth on me until I come. Only then will I allow James to stop your spanking.”

Oh lord! Without using my hands, this would take some time!

I tilted my head up and welcomed Milord’s cock into my mouth. He was not in the mood for gentleness. He grasped a handful of my hair and thrust deeply, gagging me with his girth and length. He continued to fuck my mouth while scolding me.

“It’s one simple rule, Soph. You keep breaking it. What? Six? Seven times now? Obviously, you need harsher consequences in order to learn. I’m not mad at you. You are the one who came up with that rule. You are the one who keeps breaking it. Break it again, and this consequence will look like child’s play.”

He continued in this vain for several more minutes. James continued to abuse my stinging ass. I knew both my jaw and my bottom would be tender for hours if not days. Still, I also knew he was right. I knew this consequence was justified. I had insisted on the rule. I always insist on correction.

“Stop!”

The spanking stopped.

“On your back. NOW!”

I rolled onto my back. I watched as Micah fisted his cock momentarily and then let loose his creamy rope of cum across my chest.

We all were panting and needed a moment.

“James, do you need release?” Milord asked.

“No, but that you, Sir.”

Milord reached down to help me stand, my soft dress covering my scarlet ass.

“Thank you for your assistance,” Milord said by way of dismissal.

He lifted my hair and kissed me before saying, “You took that punishment well. I’m proud of you. Ready to go to lunch now?”

I glanced down at the white stain across my dress before looking up at him. “I am, Milord. Thank you.”