He came home from work.
His wife gave him a hug, then stepped back, and said, "You've been smoking."
He started to roll his eyes, and say ... something, then looked down at the floor, and said, "Yes, I have, dear."
"Hmm. Hmm. Well.... our schedule is clear for tomorrow, is it not?"
"Yes, it is, dear."
"And...do you have any cigarettes remaining, perhaps hidden in your car?"
...... "Yes, dear."
"Go get them."
He went out the door, and returned after a moment, with a pack about half full, and a lighter.
She held out her hand; he handed them to her, and she went to the bedroom, to hide them, and returned.
"Tomorrow morning, we will begin smoking aversion therapy. At 8 o'clock, you will get up, start coffee, take a shower, stay naked, and bring me coffee and toast while I'm in bed. You will stand at attention, and wait til I'm done."
"Yes, dear."
The rest of the evening passed in silence, whether at the computer, or watching t.v.
The next morning went as dictated.
As she was finishing her coffee, she said, "Start masturbating."
"Uh..."
"Now."
He began fondling and stroking his penis, and getting close, he looked at her, and she said, "Finish it."
He came in his hand.
"Scoop it up with your fingers and swallow it."
He did so.
She handed him tissue to wipe up the residue.
Then she reached into a drawer, and pulled out the cigarettes, and handed him one, and the lighter, and said, "Go into the back yard. Enjoy yourself. You have FIVE minutes, starting NOW."
He hurried off, waiting til he was out the back yard, to light it, while looking at his watch...
And hurried back.
She was standing at the side of the bed, holding the leather belt.
"On the bed, face down, legs together, arms extended in front of you."
He got down on the bed.
She took aim, and delivered 100 swats of the belt, from the top of his buttocks and down his thighs and back up again, as he moaned and yelped.
"Get up! Follow me, do not rub it..."
They went into the kitchen. "Stand right there, in that corner, while I get some more coffee."
He stood in the corner for 45 minutes.
"Come here," she said.
He went to where she sat at the table, and she handed him a cigarette.
"You have five minutes."
He went outside, smoked it, and returned.
She was standing upright, with paddle in hand, chair pulled out.
"Bend over the back of the chair."
He bent over, and she applied 100 smacks of the paddle, as he grunted and groaned.
"Stand up, and go to the corner."
Gasping, he went and he stood.
For another 45 minutes, until she called him to the table, and handed him another cigarette. "You have five minutes."
He went outside, and smoked, and returned.
She was holding a cane.
"Get the bench out."
He pulled the spanking bench out to the floor.
"Get on it."
He got on it.
She landed 100 strokes across his buttocks, as he moaned and weeped, and begged for mercy.
She stopped, and said, "UP, in the corner."
He went, and stood, for 45 minutes.
"Come here."
He went to her, and she handed him a cigarette.
He looked at it, without reaching out, until she said, "TAKE IT."
With a trembling hand, he took it.
"You have five minutes."
He went outside, and smoked, and returned.
She held the large paddle.
"On the table, there, FDAU."
He climbed on the table, and knelt, with his ass up, his face down on the table.
"Hold on tight," she said.
And she delivered 100 swats to his buttocks, as he moaned and yelped, and sobbed.
"Up, in the corner."
He went to the corner, and stood, for 45 minutes.
"Come here," she said.
He went to her, and again, looked at the cigarette she offered.
"Please, no," he moaned.
"TAKE IT!"
He slowly took it.
"GO!"
He went, and smoked, and choked as he did, and returned.
She held the riding crop.
"Get your butt on the table and lean back, get your legs up in the air, spread."
"Please..dear...please..."
"NOW."
He got on the table, as ordered.
She applied 100 strokes of the crop to his buttocks, his thighs, inner and outer, to his taint, as he moaned and whimpered, and sobbed, 'Please please no more..."
She stopped, and said, "Up. In the corner."
Moaning and whimpering, he went to the corner.
After 45 minutes, she said, "Okay, come here."
He walked to her.
She held out a cigarette.
He looked at it, and went down on his knees, clasped his hands, and started sobbing, "Please no more, please, I'm begging you, please..."
"But there's still five left in this pack..."
"I don't care, I'll eat them, I'll use them for suppositories, please please don't make me smoke them..please....."
He was crying.
She said, "I think we're finally getting somewhere."
She put the cigarette in her hand back in the pack, then crushed the pack in her grip.
"I do believe you will remember this, the next time you even think about picking up a cigarette..?"
"Yes, dear, yes, I will, I promise..."
"Fine. Fine. But, I'm not quite done."
"Oh, please, please, no more, I can't take anymore...."
"Oh, I am done beating you, but this therapy has other treatments to carry out.... come along."
She went to the bathroom; he followed.
She unwrapped a bar of soap, turned to him, and said, "Open."
He opened his mouth and she stuck the bar in his mouth.
"Get in the shower."
He stepped in.
"Brace yourself."
She turned on the cold water,full blast, and he moaned and shivered.
After five minutes, she turned off the water.
"Get out, dry off, come into the living room."
He did.
In the living room, she had pulled out the cock and ball pillory.
"Come here."
He went to it, stood facing it.
She had him put his ankles in the clamps, and closed and locked them, then tugged on his penis and scrotum while opening the vice, put his junk between the bars of the vice, and screwed it down.
She picked up a couple of five pound barbells, and said, "Hold your arms straight out."
He did, and she put the barbells in his hands.
"Hold those there until I say."
She walked away.
After awhile, she heard a THUD...THUD.
And returned, to see that he had dropped the barbells, and had a scared look on his face.
She undid the vice clamps on his junk, and unlocked the ankle clamps, and said, "Turn around."
With his butt to the device, she had him put his ankles in the clamps, and locked them, and had him bend over, and she pulled his scrotum back, between his legs, and put it between the bars of the vise, and screwed it down.
She then procured a large dildo, and lubed it thoroughly with Icyhot, and slipped it into his anus.
"I'll be back...sometime," she said, walking away.
She returned, with a large strap on, dangling from her waist.
His eyes grew big looking at it.
She undid the vise clamps on his scrotum, pulled out the dildo,
undid the clamps on his ankles.
He stood up, carefully.
She said, "Over here," and took him to a chair, waiting.
She bent him over it, guided the tip of the dildo in, then slid it all the way in, as he grunted through the soap in his mouth.
She fucked him, hard and fast, for fifteen minutes.
She stopped and withdrew it.
She stood him up, and turned him around to face her, and she took the bar of soap out of his mouth.
She asked, "Would you like a cigarette?"
Fear and panic crossed over his face, and he shook his head, and said, while spitting out soap, "No, please, no, no...."
"Well, then, hear this promise: if I ever catch you smoking again, we will repeat this exercise, and you will finish an entire pack."
"I understand, dear. Never again, dear."
"Fine. Now let's go to the bedroom. You are going to service me orally for a LONG time."
"Yes dear."
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