Happy Fricking Friday!!!!! W/we made it through another week and doesnt it feel good to taste the reward of another weekend just within grasp? I dontt know if it is the long weekend in Y/your part of the world,but it sure as hell is here in Canada!!!Even though much of the delight coming is already planned out,this Kiddo is finding it hard to buckle down here at the main office and clear some of My desk[oh,a clear desk and a wee lil subbie to grace its top...what a way that would be to start a long weekend!].Started early with good intnetions...wanted to get a few things done here at the office then take a road road trip to the differant sites to just shoot the shit with the men as a kin of lets get this weekend underway.Well good intentions sometimes go by the wayside,espically when I decide to take a wee peek at My messages on the comp and one thing leads to another and suddenly I find Myself sidetracked into more devilish delights on the comp.Got to thinking about a conversation recently about what part disapline plays in a mated couples life.......

few months after the control session in which I wrote about. I was forced to discipline my wife Jana. These sessions came far and few between lately. She had received more discipline early on in our marriage which is normal in any subs life I figured. Jana had found out what my limits and expectations were and tried really hard to stay within those boundaries. Discipline was hard on her, she told me that to be disciplined made her feel bad and like a little girl again. Not only did she feel the pain but she also felt the emotional degrading from her own behavior in which her discipline was for.

I don't discipline my wife for just anything. Nothing much upsets me and I rarely yell or scream at her. We don't fight or have heated debates about much of anything. I realize that Jana has ideas and opinions and I listen to them and respect them, but when it comes to her dishonesty or willful disobedience I am forced to discipline her in the best way I see fit and she has then no say in what she will endure. She found to try and argue about her discipline was to have to endure more of it and thus she accepts it as it comes.

I was in a good mood Friday afternoon when I came home. Jana was in the kitchen making dinner and we planned on having a bar-b-que. I came up behind her as I usually do and sunk my head into her neck and smooched on her. This always made shivers go through her and she would giggle. But this time when my face was close to her I smelled the sweet smell of musk. I knew I had smelled it before but wasn't sure where.

Jana didn't where musk oil or soft musk of any kind and this unusual smell had me baffled. We talked and whispered a bit before I let her go. My mind thinking where I had smelled that smell before.

"So, how was your day?" I asked.

"Fine...got the bulbs in the front planter." She said.

I looked at the paper headline on the table and then went in to get out of my work clothes. I was at odds as what to say about the smell. When I went into the bathroom I looked over the collection of perfume that Jana had and saw no musk oil or musk perfume.

"How was your bridge club today? was it held here?" I asked fishing for an explanation.

"No it was at Tammy's house... My partner and I slammed three times." She said.

"Good, that's good." I said as I made myself a drink.

"Anyone stop by today?"

"Ahhh...No....I don't think so... Why, expecting a package or something?"

"Nope just wondered if you had company."

She shrugged her shoulders as she cut vegetables. I walked out on the patio deep in thought thinking that something was different. I got lost in my mind and caught myself just standing there staring off into space. I didn't question Jana anymore and we had dinner and she told me of her great bridge game.

After dinner I sat on the couch and was watching a basketball game with my feet on the table. I was snuggled into the corner of the couch just relaxing when Jana came in and sat down beside me. I got a wif of that smell again and my mind instantly knew where it was from. I cleared my throat hard before talking.

"Was Tara here today?" Jana's body instantly tightened and I could feel the muscles in her arm shake as I caressed her upper arm with my thumb.

"Aahhh...oh ya Tara did stop by." She said nervously.

Tara was Jana's childhood friend they had known each other since they were little girls and had graduated together and Tara was Jana's Maid of honor at our wedding. I had very mixed feelings about Tara, I knew she was gay but that's not why my feelings ran bad. Tara took the roll of dominate in her relationships and that's what I disagreed with. I liked a woman to be soft, tender and feminine. Tara was none of these things really. She dressed in jeans and t-shirts all the time, but one thing she did do is use musk. Musk oil is what I smelled on Jana, the sure signs that Tara had been around.

There was silence between us and I know Jana took it in as a bad sign. I took a sip of my drink and continued to caress her upper arm with my thumb of the hand I had around her. Jana's body didn't really relax but did fall slightly back into the couch and the crook of my arm.

"So, when did she get back into town?"

"A few days ago I guess." She said putting her head down to look into her drinking glass.

She knew....she knew she had done wrong by lying to me and this would make it much easier to explain to her that she would need to be disciplined for her dishonesty.

"So Is she still with....ummm...what was her name?"

"Linda....no they broke up and Linda made Tara get out." Jana said feeling relieved for the conversation, I know.

"So she's back in town ehhh ?" Then there was silence for a long time.

Tara wasn't a bad person and her and I came to a understanding long ago for Jana's sake to try and get along. We were like to jealous men inside when around each other, striving for the same person, Jana. As far as I knew Tara had never been sexual with Jana and Jana always proclaimed her heterosexuality. But they were close, as close as two people could get without a marriage bond between them.

I sat silent as I pondered Jana's fate. She would need to be disciplined, I knew that and she knew that as well. I saw it in her posture as she looked down at her glass rubbing the condensation from it's sides. I reached around her and took the glass from her. She didn't need to concentrate on anything but what I had to say.

"I don't think you need any more of that for the night." I said as I leaned forward and placed the glass on the table and moved so that I could face Jana toward me. Her hands fidgeted in her lap and her head bowed way down. This was her sure sign that she knew she had done wrong.

I lifted her chin so that she had to face me and I stared into her eyes that were trying hard not to focus on mine. She was sitting with her legs close together with her hands wringing in her lap.

"So why did you lie to me?"

She tried to move her head to the side so she didn't have to face me but I caught her chin and pulled it back. She looked down as she spoke.

"I don't know. I know you don't like Tara and I …." A single tear dropped down her cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb, my hand still cupping her face. There was a minute or two of silence as Jana started to stiffen.

"You know how I feel about dishonesty, don't you?"

She sniffled and took in a hiccup breath. Her body shook as it strained to get air around the lump in her throat that I knew she had. She nodded her head as more tears now dripped down her cheeks.

"Come on." I said as I moved so she could sit on my lap. She scooted herself onto me and sat there with her head down. This was the start of her discipline and she knew it.

"You know that you can trust to tell me anything don't you?" I said moving her hair away from her face so I could see it. She nodded and I went on.

"Don't you think you could of told me about Tara....it would have made it so much better than lying to me.... You know that, don't you?"

Small sobs came from her as she nodded to me again. I wiped the tears from her face looking at my sweet girls sunken demeanor. I sat silent for a bit just watching her fidget.

"Well, I think you know you have done wrong...I don't have to tell you that... I can see that you feel it .... don't you?" A small wine came from her with a short sigh.

"So now you need to do the right thing don't you?"

Her head came up and her eyes widened and then she slumped back down. It was almost like she was getting up the courage to ask me for her discipline. Her body shook when she sobbed as her emotions turned and twisted within her. I sat there just watching her go through the mental turmoil of having to ask for her discipline.

I started to rub her back lightly to disperse some of her anxiety and get her to talk. I was a patient man and I knew that if Jana would just ask she wouldn't put herself through all this emotional distress. But she always fought having to ask for her discipline.

"Dear ....I...*hiccup* ....I...I need an enema ...ses...session." She said in a vague whisper. I continued to rub her back and try to soothe her before I told her that that wouldn't be enough.

"Is that all you think you need for deceiving me?" I heard a loud grunt come from deep inside her as she knew what I expected her to ask for. A few more minutes passed and her body showed the signs of resignation as she emotionally fought with herself.

Jana was very strong willed and it was hard for me to watch her struggling with herself to let that will down and do the right thing. I knew that she was aware that she had done wrong. She knew it, as she was doing it, but she was a very bad lire and she always got caught. What made it worse is that she would have not had to go through this if she had just told me of Tara's visit. I couldn't understand why she would put herself through all this unless there was something else. It made no sense to me and I would have to try and understand later.

"Come now....just do the right thing and then it will be out." I said looking away not wanting to see her distress anymore. I rubbed her back harder trying to let her know that I was there to help her with this.

Being a Dominate is not easy at least for me at times. It's hard to see the one you love go through emotional or physical distress. But to be a domina you have to lay down the rules and make sure you are consistent with them. Part of being a sub is that your Dom can make your emotions go any way they wish. This was part of it, having someone else able to control your emotions and feelings as well as your body.

Jana struggled for a few more minutes and I was looking up with my eyes welling up with tears. I hated to see her like this. It had been so long since we had to do this that she was bringing herself almost to a frenzy. I didn't waver and stood my ground to make sure she knew what had to be done.

"Will...will you...d...ohhh...discipline....m..me for...lying." She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she knew that it was now out and in the open. She slumped back down with her shoulders and head in a nod.

"There now....see how you feel when you do the right thing?" I was able to take charge of my own feelings and choked back the tears that were almost ready to fall. I sat there rubbing her back for a bit until she settled down.

"Ok my sweet...I want you to shower first before we get on with your discipline." I could feel her body stiffen again as I said the word discipline and she got off my lap on shaky legs and made her way to the master bath.

I never asked her to shower before her discipline and she probably wondered why I made such a request. I didn't want to smell the aroma of the musk that was the object of her discipline. She didn't know how I knew, I don't think and I wasn't about to tell her.

As she showered I prepared for the session. I had bought a anal plug nozzle some time ago and I knew it was time for Jana to graduate to it. It was much bigger than the black nozzle she now received and I knew that it would take a few sessions for her bottom to get used to the wide size. I now thought it appropriate to give it to her now, due to the fact that it would cause some pain as it was inserted along with the menthol that it would be lubed with. This would also help her to hold her enema and hopefully not leak as she usually did when I used the burning lube.

I got out the thermometer and the hairbrush and then went into the bathroom and placed the new nozzle on the end of the tubing. I set the bag on the counter coiling up the tube and laying the nozzle on top so that she would see it's full size. I then grabbed a towel just in case and went back to the bedroom. I sat and watched as Jana took a long shower not getting out until the water turned cold. This gave her somewhat of a reprieve and she savored it. It was hard to see her reaction in the mirror as it was fogged up, but I knew that she had seen the new nozzle.

"Jana...I want you to put four cap fulls in and fill to over half." I heard her groan as she heard my instructions on how to prepare her enema. I knew that she should make the enema a little on the hot side for her discipline. In the past she had made it warm and it had cooled so that she endured almost a cold enema. She came to me holding the bag that now was over half full and the pleats were now not as visible. I nodded to her that was good and she reached up and hung her bag on the hook.

The nozzle hung like a large rod and I saw her gaze down at it before she turned to me. I patted my lap and she laid herself over it with tears streaming down her face. I positioned her and then placed my foot on a small stool that I had set in front of me.

Jana had a way of tightening her bottom up when she got her discipline so I had institute the thermometer insertion with menthol so that she wouldn't tighten and make my hand hurt during the spanking. I wouldn't say anything to her from her on out. She would have to expect the surprise of my handling and dwell upon her fate.

When she was positioned I reached over and plunged the large nozzle deep into the large jar of menthol. It would have to be lubed well for her to take it. I then gloved and took the thermometer from the tub and parted her butt cheeks. I didn't let anytime pass before I brought the rod to her hole and twirled it in. She made a little squeak and I held her exposed to see the results of the menthol on her body. It was about three minutes before the menthol really started to work on her and her anus started to pucker out. This was my sign that she would no longer be able to tighten herself in preservation to her spanking. I let the thermometer sit for another few minutes watching it rise and fall as her anus struggled with its burning pain.

I plucked it from her and placed it back into the jar. I took hold of the small of her back and held her tight as my other hand came back and fell hard across her bottom. I didn't believe in letting her know when the spanking was coming to prepare for it. She lunged forward a bit and let out a long squeal as my hand descended again onto her protruding mounds. She squealed and sniffled and cried out a few "Ooweees" as her bottom tuned pale pink from my hand.

Jana hadn't received a spanking for at least four or five months and before that a few months, so her bottom was not used to such physical pain and this made it harder on her. I could feel her body shake as she sobbed and cried as she took her discipline. When her globes were bright pink and looking rather warm I stopped the spanking. I didn't rub her bottom to make it feel better as some do, I just reached back over and grabbed the thermometer again that now came out with a big globe of menthol on it and I spread her cheeks. Her anus now glistened a bit from the first insertion and I found her entrance and plunged the thermometer back into her.

She started to make blowing, Winnie sounds as her hole started to sting and burn more with the insertion of more menthol. I watched her hole again struggle with the lubricant that was now glistening all around the outside of her. The glass rod danced as she tried to rid her body of it and I waited for a few minutes to make sure she was feeling the full effects. When I was satisfied that she wouldn't be able to tighten to the next part of her discipline I took the rod out of her and let go of her cheeks. I picked up the wooden hair brush and brought it up and back. I took tight hold of her pulling her even closer and raising my foot to my toe on the foot stool to raise her even more. This widened her area some as her cheeks feel apart. I landed the first swat right in the middle of her bottom. She cried out as a red mark appeared where the brush had landed.

Jana didn't take the brush well and was sobbing and crying and screaming out as her bottom took it's discipline. She never asked for it to stop as she knew that it wouldn't help and she didn't kick her legs but made sure that they hung where they should. She had learned long ago that if she kicked her legs the back of her thighs would receive discipline as well. Only when her bottom turned crimson did I stop the spanking. She whimpered and cried and her body slumped as she relaxed her muscles.

Not making any to do, I plunged my gloved finger into the menthol and pulled out a small glob. I parted her red hot cheeks and her anus was now puckered to accept her lubing. I placed my finger at her entrance and smeared the menthol around the exterior of her hole. She squealed as the lube stung her and she opened up more for my finger to slip into her and lube her anal ring. I never forced my finger into Jana, her body would know when it was ready to accept more. Even when I used just regular lube her anus would open with some massage.

I lubed her anal ring well, not going any further than I had to, I only used one finger even though I knew that she would be taking an even bigger nozzle I didn't want to stretch her so that she wouldn't feel the full width of her discipline. She continued to squeal and blow as she thought that the cool air would somehow make it's way onto her burning bottom.

When I felt she was prepared I brought the nozzle to her opening that was now open to receive it. Even to me the nozzle felt big and I almost wanted to not insert it's mass into my Jana's bottom, but the thought soon passed and I started the gentle slow processes of introducing something new into my lovers scorching anus. My body tightened as she screamed out when her anus stretched around the widest part of the nozzle that I carefully and slowly inserted into her. I didn't stop the progression but made sure that her anus stretched slowly around the large object.

"OwwwEEEEE..." She screamed just before her anus closed around the base of the plug to only show a small quarter size round black base that now had a glob of lube seeping around it. I let her cheeks go as she was now in full blown sobs and cries and I opened her clamp half way to let her discipline invade her. I placed one arm over the small of her back and the other just under her now red globes and I watched as the tube ran from her bottom to the bag and my Jana took her discipline. I made no attempt to caress or soothe her at this time. She would have to take her enema and think about her burning pain and why she was getting this treatment.

I always believed that discipline was a time to reflect. Reflect on what was the cause of the discomfort and how not to let the discomfort happen again. This was a time for Jana to think about how she displeased me and how she could become a better person from her fate at hand. So I refused to comfort or speak to her as she received discipline. This would only mask what she was to think about deep down inside.

Jana shifted her weight as she cried and took her enema. I knew that she was feeling the cramps more from the soap than the volume. She had just taken little over half the bag and I knew that her capacity was greater than that. I continued to hold her tight and watch as she struggled against the burning and the cramping that was telling her she had been a disappointment to me. It was quiet except for her own cries and I knew this would make her know that she had to take her punishment by herself just as she had decided to lie to me on her own.

I vary rarely gave Jana a fast enema. My thought was for her to feel every ounce flow into her body. This also reduced the cramps that would accompany a fast flow and made her sessions long enough for her to think about. The tubing entering between her crimson cheeks didn't move and I knew that that was due to her tight anal muscles around the large nozzle. She had no control on the large object to move it in or out of her body to get relief.

As she took more and more of the enema her comfort level was under my control and she moaned and cried as she was starting to take in more than the usual three quarts. She tried to move around more to allow her belly to take in more. I loosened my hold long enough for her to do this as she shifted herself so that her belly could expand.

Her moans and cries got louder as the rest of the bag dribbled into her and I reached up and clamped the tubing. The nozzle was holding the mass amount of enema in her for now, as she had not had an accident as yet. Unlike her control sessions I didn't allow her to spend her holding time over my lap so I took hold of her hips so that she would know it was time for her to get up. She moved slowly to raise off of me and when she was standing holding her protruding belly I got up and handed her the now deflated bag. Her face was still dripping of tears as I took the towel and laid it in the corner for her to stand on.

Holding the bag in front of her she made her way to the corner and faced it. Her legs were wobbly from the amount of water she carried but I knew that she could endure it. Her body jerked as she sobbed in the corner. Her red hot cheeks closed around the tube that hung out of her bottom and around her right cheek to the front of her where she held her bag.

This was the humiliation of her discipline, she was to stand in the corner and hold her enema under my control of when she was to be let go. The empty bag would be a constant reminder to her as to how much discipline she had taken and the tube protruding from her would make her feel embarrassed that she had something sticking out from her bottom. Being in the corner would show her that she had brought this on herself and that she was to endure her discipline alone facing nothing but blank walls that joined together. I was sure that it would be a long time before I would see her like this again. Well at least I hoped that it would be. I disliked disciplining my Jana, it made me feel like a older, but I had to remember that she was the one that had incited the discipline with her own behavior.

I went around the room and cleaned up, there would be no rinse for her tonight. If she felt some of the left over residue from the soap that was to be a small reminder of what she had done. Even though I would figure the matter taken care of she may feel the discipline through the night. Her sobs turned to small groans with each breath as she held her enema and I made sure that she had more holding time in the corner than what was required for just a session.

Once again it was time for her to reflect on how much she disappointed me and she had nothing else to think about other than the large enema that she held because of that disappointment. When just about twenty minutes went by and I could tell that she was starting to go into distress I went to her and made her bend over for me to pull out her nozzle. I could hear her groan as she would have to struggle to hold her water as the large nozzle left her. This would cause pain in her anus as the nozzle was pulled out from her clinched hole.

Jana didn't succeed in holding her enema when the nozzle was slowly pulled from her. The mass coming out of her hurt just as much as when it went in, if not more and she screamed out and then cried as she dribbled her enema down her legs. She rushed to the bathroom with her head bowed to hide her embarrassment of her accident. I picked up the towel and took her bag into the bathroom and left it there for her to clean. I then went out on the patio and sat in the evening light with a refreshed drink.

It was quite a while before Jana joined me and I was getting the idea that she may have went right to bed, but she came out wearing just a long t- shirt that barley covered her red bottom. She failed to put on panties due to the pain I was sure. She sat on the chase lounge and squirmed with her legs tightly together. Her hands were tucked in her lap and she looked at me.

"I'm sorry I lied to you... I know that I deserved what I got... Please don't be disappointed in me anymore." Her head bowed and she started to sniffle.

I got up and got down on my knees in front of her. I raised her head and have her a kiss. I stared into her sad eyes that asked me for her acceptance.

"You have taken your discipline for you behavior and it's over now...I love you sweetheart." I said as I caressed the tears from her face. She leaned over and our foreheads touched together and we were silent.


Well ,got that out of My system,time to shuffle a few papers then fluy the coop here.Hope Y/your Friday and the impending weekend is A/all Y/uyou need it to be.Blessed be,Brad