'I'm ready,' I gasped to Michael, 'please let me come.'
'Not yet, my darling.' With that he pressed the buzzer to page the air hostess. 'When the air hostess comes, you can cum.' He laughed at his pun.
It was several minutes before our charming air hostess appeared as she was busy with other passengers. By this time I was flushed red with excitement and struggling to contain my orgasm. When the air hostess leaned over me to see what my husband required I drove my fingers deep into my vulva and the waves of orgasm flooded through my body.
When the orgasm passed I opened my eyes to see the air hostess still leaning over me, absolutely spellbound, and more than a little shocked, by what she had just witnessed.
'I think my wife requires a glass of water,' Michael smiled at the air hostess.
'Indeed, I think she may well.' The air hostess retreated, still shaking her head in disbelief.
Fortunately the remainder of the flight went by without major incident. My Mother in Law gave me back my jeans and panties just prior to our descent to the airport. As we were disembarking from the aircraft the air hostess whispered into my ear, 'That was the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed.' All I could do was respond with a shy smile.
It has been three months since we returned from the trip to Ohio. In many respects it was a milestone time in my life as I finally accepted the fact that I derive pleasure from being submissive. And when that submission is coupled with humiliation and punishment the pleasure I derive is at its exquisite best. My subjugation at the hands of my Parents in Law was also easier to accept now I knew it was carried out with the support and encouragement of my husband.
Over the past three months it is not surprising I have been punished regularly. At least once a week Michael and I visit his parents. Michael always insists I dress up very formally, and wear my best lace lingerie, a petticoat and silk stockings. He loves the stark contrast when I have to strip naked out of my formal attire.
When we arrive at my Parents in Law we initially relax and chat over a glass of wine. When my Mother in Law has almost got the dinner ready to serve she rejoins us in the lounge, then beckons me over to stand in front of her. Without even being asked, I know that now is the time she wants me to strip naked. Slowly I remove each item of my formal attire and hand it to my Mother in Law. Methodically she carefully folds it and places it on the adjoining coffee table. She then reaches out her hand, which is the signal for me to discard my next item of clothing. I still find it gut wrenchingly difficult to undress in front of them, but on the other side of the ledger I love to submit myself to them in this manner. I still think that to undress on command and stand naked in front of someone is one of the ultimate acts of submission. You are effectively giving them the rights to your body.
Once I am naked we then retire to the dining room to eat. Without being asked I fetch the paper tissues out of the cupboard and place them on my seat. Being forced to sit through the meal totally naked will certainly mean I will need the tissues if I am not going to leave a wet stain on my Parent in Law's chair. After dinner I know I will be punished. What I don't know is the manner in which the punishment will be inflicted, or what type of implement will be used.
But even worse than these regular dinner evenings, Michael and my Parents in Law have, once every three or four weeks, arranged these special little 'dinner parties' as they call them. The trouble is I end up being the main course. Well, certainly the main attraction. What is so deliciously frightening about these evenings is that at least one other guest will be present. Having other people present certainly ensures I do not become complacent, and ensures my humiliation is kept at maximum velocity. I am never told in advance when these little parties are going to take place.
As an example, the last little 'dinner party' started out as a normal evening at my Parents in Law. That is, if you can call any evening at my Parents in Law 'normal'.
We arrived at 7.00pm as usual, with me dressed in a formal red skirt and matching jacket Michael had purchased for me as a gift. We were seated in the lounge enjoying a glass of wine, with my Mother in Law was in the kitchen preparing the dinner, when the front door bell rang. My heart immediately began to beat rapidly, and I had to bite down on my knuckles to try and control my nerves. Michael could see my apprehension and discomfort, which made him smile.
The visitors were shown into the room and we all stood for the introductions. They were a husband and wife in their late fifties. During the introductions I found out they were both senior teachers at the local school. In fact the woman had taught Michael when he was at school. I vaguely remembered Michael describing her to me on a past occasion. She was the one teacher he feared and respected because she took no nonsense from anyone, and was not afraid to use the cane when required. Her canings were apparently legendary. The thought of this made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I noticed the husband was carrying a brown paper bag, which he handed over to my Mother in Law. She had a peek inside and smiled, and then put it down on the floor beside her chair.
I was incredibly nervous and it was a real effort just to carry out polite conversation. Both of them had travelled briefly to the country of birth, New Zealand, and it was a pleasant distraction to chat about my homeland. Despite her fearsome reputation, the wife was friendly and very engaging, as was her husband. Dinner was served and we ate while continuing our conversations. We laughed a lot and I must admit I found both of them charming company. I couldn't help but offer up a silent little prayer that tonight would be just an ordinary night of pleasure. The thought that I would have to humiliate myself in front of such a lovely couple would be unbearable. I hoped the fact that I had got through dinner with my clothes on was a good sign. I guess I shouldn't be so naive.
After a delightful meal we retired to the lounge in good spirits and the visitors continued to engage me in conversation. The wife put her hand on my knee and with a smile lent forward as if she was going to whisper a little secret in my ear. What she said to me almost made me faint.
'Pardon?' I gulped, a look of horror on my face. As if on cue, all other conversation in the room ceased.
'I said, my little dear, that I hear you are very naughty girl.'
I was distraught and frantically pleaded with my eyes to both of my Parents in Law, then as a last resort, to Michael. All I got was the look that told me they were united as fellow conspirators. I closed my eyes in defeat.
'Yes, Ma'am. I guess so, Ma'am,' I mumbled in a barely audible voice that did not sound like my own.
'And what happens to you when you are naughty?' she enquired.
'I am punished, Ma'am.'
'Indeed. That is very interesting. My husband and I know a little something about punishing people who have misbehaved.'
I gulped. I did not like the direction this conversation was heading. 'Yes, Ma'am, Michael has told me of your reputation.'
This caused her to smile. 'Has he indeed. Well he would know from first hand experience when he was a boy.'
Michael nodded in agreement.
My Mother in Law decided the time was right to step into the fray. 'We have a little present here for you,' she pointed to the bag. 'But before I give it to you I require you to undress.'
Despite the dangers of disagreeing with my Mother in Law, I felt I needed to plead for mercy. 'Please, Ma'am. I don't want to undress.'
My Mother in Law just smiled back at me. 'Of course you don't want to get undressed, my darling Daughter in Law. You are a beautiful, mature woman who is going to be thirty years of age in just a few short weeks. Of course you don't want to endure the mortification of striping stark naked in front of your Parents in Law, your husband, and a charming couple of strangers you have only known a couple of hours.