“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” King asked.

Queen answered with forthright positivity, “I am. I’ve been a brat lately. You’ve always wanted to do this, and I’ve always felt it was too much of a correction. But, I went so very far out of line this last few months that I really think something like this is needed. I know you’ll respect my safeword if I use it, and a little humiliation never really hurt anyone, right?”

King chuckled and responded, “I don’t know about that, but it certainly never hurts you, my Queen. Come, let’s get you situated then.”

Queen had already stripped out of her clothes. King made sure the straps holding her in place on the bench were tight enough to stop her movements yet loose enough not to restrict blood flow.

To be fair, Queen truly had been awful lately, yet King was quick to remind himself that he’d let her get by with it as well. That was on him. Tonight, though, she’d receive the correction she so desperately needed and wanted, and he would have to endure his own misery for a time. It was worth it if tonight put them back on track.

The bench was set up in the dungeon/attic of their home, a place few guests were allowed to visit. Tonight, however, several of their friends would be here witnessing and assisting with Queen’s surrender to her King. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

Once she was properly bound, King’s voice became stern.

“Repeat to me tonight’s expectations.”

“The only words I am allowed to speak once you say ‘begin’ will be my safeword or to answer a question. I may make noises, but no words.”

“Good. And?”

“While your guests may insert whatever you have approved of or adjust your new machine as they choose, only with your permission may anyone besides you fuck me. That permission will only be given for the use of my mouth.”

He could clearly see how repeating their agreed upon expectations was exciting her.

“And?”

“And at the end of the night, I will show proper gratitude for your corrections.”

“Excellent. It’s time to bring my guests up.”

Queen took several deep breaths as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the next two hours. This evening had, after all, been her idea. Somehow, she didn’t think that just a punishment or correction alone would bring her the peace and pride she needed to feel in being King’s submissive wife. She absolutely needed the humiliation of this being witnessed by others. She absolutely needed the humiliation of being used by others. Judging by the clatter of footsteps and voices on the stairs coming up to the attic, she guessed that at least three others – two men and one woman – were on their way to assist King.

“Welcome, Friends, and thank you for this evening. My Queen, you see, has been rude,” Queen heard tsk, tsking, “refusing to submit to sexual activities,” several more vocalizations of disappointment, “and has been a total and complete bitch. We have been most out of sorts with each other for 8 weeks now. So, tonight, with your help, we are hoping to correct these infractions and regroup into what makes us both happiest – a Queen submitting to her King.”

“Well put,” a male voice, perhaps Master Damien, stated.

“We’ll be starting with my newest acquisition, a spanking machine. Unless one of us pauses the machine, it will continually do its duty. James, I believe you have this machine as well, so would you help me position it correctly?”

“Happy to. Are you beginning with the 3 inch paddle, the 2 inch paddle, the Tawse, or the thin came?”

“The 3 inch paddle set on slow to start. Of course, you are all encouraged to adjust the speed and implement as you see fit. You may also pause the machine, utilize these other toys for either her ass or cunt or mouth. Please, though, use only your cock on her mouth. I have plans of my own for her other orifices. Hands and fingers are fine, though.”

Queen dropped her head and blushed at the laughter that followed King’s statement. The first slap of the paddle elicited a surprised “OH” from her, which King had assured her would not count as speaking. The machine’s location was adjusted a bit, then left to do its job as the party continued around her.

After about ten minutes of constant spanking, the machine stopped. A soft feminine hand ran down her warmed ass. “This seems to be working well enough, King. And,” long fingers pressed inside her cunt, “she seems to find it pleasurable. Let’s try the 2 inch paddle for a while and increase both the speed and firmness.”

The thinner paddle at higher speed, set to a stronger swing, certainly packed a more powerful punch. Queen tried to follow the conversations of the guests and King, but soon found herself in subspace, focused only on the next blow. A finger beneath her chin brought her head up.

“Open your mouth, you bad Queen. And keep your eyes on me.”

Master Damien stood before her, his cock in front of her face. She raised her eyes and opened her mouth, gagging when he thrust his member balls deep down her throat. He stayed in place, waiting for her to acclimate to his girth. Tears ran down her face as he began to fuck her mouth as she was continually spanked.

“Looking down at you, your face all red and splotchy from your tears, is something I truly enjoy,” he murmured. “Still, if it’s too much, shake your head back and forth. I’ll pull out for a time. You know you deserve this humiliation and you know I love helping with this, but I’ve no desire to force you or harm you. Nod if you understand me.”

Queen nodded eagerly, her mouth full of cock.

Master Damien laughed, grasped her hair and continued. He liked to talk as he fucked, so he said, “Bet that ass is getting sore as well. Bet you’re loving it. I can see as clearly as anyone here just how wet you are. You must be truly ashamed of yourself to agree to all of this. I’m glad you did, though. Humiliating you is almost as much fun as humiliating my Daisy. Keep that mouth open.”

He stepped back, fisted his cock, and aimed his spunk directly into her mouth. Queen kept her mouth open, knowing he liked to see his cream on her tongue and running down her chin. When he finished, he brought his cock back to her so she could lick it clean.

“Well done, Damien,” King praised. “Time for her first reward since she obeyed so well.”

The machine was stopped, and cold lubricant was pressed inside her anus. A moment later, Queen felt King’s most welcome cock pressing inside of her. He gripped her hips and bucked against her like a stallion impregnating a mare in heat. She absolutely hated the embarrassment of coming in front of anyone but King, but no power on earth could have stopped the waves of pleasure as they washed over her. She cried from the humiliation of the uproarious laughter, but quickly came again, this time harder than before. Only when she felt the hot spurts of King’s cum splash deep inside her did she smile with the pride of knowing she’d pleased her master.

Soon, though, the spanking had begun again, this time slightly lower on her ass, hitting the sit spot. She moaned and dropped her head.

After god knows how long spanking went on, but eventually, the machine was paused once again. By this time, her ass and sit spot were on fire. She knew she’d have a difficult time sitting for days.

Over the next hour and a half, Queen endured a violet wand inserted into her dripping cunt, a vibrating plug in her ass, and her upper thighs spanked with the cane attachment. The level was adjusted after every strike so that from her sit spot to just above the back of her knees bore a series of red welts. She’d also sucked James’s cock until he had come, shooting his cream down her throat. Her bones were butter.

“Friends, I want to thank you for a lovely evening. By the look of things, I’m sure my Queen has been well corrected. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Queen lifted her head and exhaustedly agreed. After the guests left, King unbound his wife. He helped her to stand and lifted her into his arms when she wobbled.

“There, there, Queen. All is forgiven,” he murmured as he gently lay her on the bed. “We are going to make love now and you are free to speak as you wish. I think, though,” he continued as he began to undress, “that you should be on top. I imagine that poor bottom is quite tender and will likely be so for several days.”

He lay on the bed next to her. “Come on, now, climb on top.”

Eagerly, she obeyed. “King?”

“Yes?”

“I feel so restored,” she admitted as she began to rock her hips back and forth, his cock buried deep within her wet pussy. He leaned down to kiss his face. She continued to kiss his neck, chest, and lips as she made love to him. He allowed her to set the pace, sighing deeply whenever she had to stop her movements and enjoy an orgasm.

“I’m glad, love. I feel that too. It was hell watching how wet you got and knowing I had to wait until now to have you properly.”

“I know. I’m so sorry I put us both through that.”

King chuckled before going on, “It’s forgotten now. Well, not the lesson, but the anger and disappointment are forgotten.”

Queen sighed in relief and pleasure, plunged herself down on his sword, sheathing it with her own body. She sat upright, threw her head back, and came, her entire body trembling with pleasure. King could take no more. He too sat up slightly, pinching one of her nipples and catching the other between his teeth as he joined her in the ultimate pleasure.

They lay there, snuggled together, and fell into a contented sleep.

The next morning, King was mildly disappointed to wake up to an empty bed. That changed quickly when he smelled bacon cooking.

Coming downstairs, he was greeted by the sight of his wife wearing only an apron and placing a plate filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and fruit in front of him. “Go on,” she encouraged, “sit. Eat. You’ve got to be starving after last night.”

“I am, but what about you?” he asked as he picked up his fork.

She grinned at him as he placed her own plate in the middle of the table then leaned over the table top next to him. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be sitting easy for a few days, King. I’ll just eat leaning over the table. This way I won’t have to sit, and you can see your handiwork or even play with it as you desire.”

King threw his back and laughed, his hand indeed going to rub her small welts, “I’d say last night was exactly what we both needed. Once we finish breakfast, why don’t you head back to bed, love, while I clean up. Lay on your tummy with your hips on a pillow or two. I want to make love to you, but I want to see that incredible ass as well.”

Queen giggled, gobbled up her breakfast, and hurried to obey. Yes, she thought, last night was indeed exactly what she had needed.