I Become Wendy's "Wife"

After the amazing weekend I thought things would settle back down to our usual routine. She was out working all day so I had to wait until the next weekend to go shopping with Wendy for my new wardrobe. In the meantime she allowed me to wear any of her clothes that I liked but most were a bit too big for me and Wendy had only a few dresses and skirts to choose from. She told me I was no longer allowed in trousers or slacks, at least for the time being. On the Monday when she got home she found me with my legs nicely shaved wearing a flesh coloured pair of tights, a pink bra and pantie set and a dress in pastel shades with a small intertwined flowers or reddish coloured leaves, I wasn't sure which, but I thought the outfit suited me. I was quite self conscious and confessed to Wendy that I had not gone to the door when the postman arrived with a parcel. He knew me as a man, so I thought he would laugh at me. He'd pushed a card through saying pick it up from the Post Office.

"Simon, I wanted that parcel. You silly little sissy. I've had a really stressful day and now this." She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and beckoned me over. "You've been a naughty girlie haven't you? Lie across my lap for your punishment."

Wendy had promised to spank me and it was something I had fantasised about. Her mother's smacks had hurt me but for some reason I wanted it again, the earlier spanking had aroused me and made me feel better afterwards.

"Yes, darling, spank my botty, I've been a naughty girl. Shall I slip off my tights and panties?"

"You shouldn't need to ask silly. Get them off at once. And another thing, I don't want my wife wearing tights in future. Is that clear?

"Yes ma'am." I said blushing. I hurriedly pulled them down and off my feet and placed myself across her knees.

"I want you to count and thank me after each slap. You're looking forward to this aren't you?" She was looking at my growing erection.