Husbands Day at the Women's Collective    by Prim

Claire Topping entered the stage to mild applause from the audience and thanked Amie and Matilda for securing the first husband in place on the whipping frame. "Hello Ladies," she said with a grin. "Welcome to Husbands Day at the Collective. We're going to have lots more fun aren't we?" There was a collective "Yeeees!" from everyone gathered in front of the stage. Thirty two women were present, and there were three husbands on stage for this first session of the meeting. Most of Claire's audience were wives, some of them with their own subdued husbands fastened beside them, or under their legs. It's not surprising at all how submissive weak husband become when they are held down by panty-hosed legs and boots or sharp heels. The general feeling amongst the women was that husbands are basically a laughable, contemptible set and they all deserve to be kept firmly in their place. Claire proceeded to introduce the first repentant husband. "I'm delighted to start with Carole's impotent partner," she said, standing in front of a wretched male in a sweet powder blue dress and tickling him under his gagged chin in a little game of tease. "He is being punished for us today because he DARED to take off his own dress." There was consternation around the room, and several poor husbands were slapped around the face to prove a point. "Doesn't he look pretty, Ladies? He's wearing a new dress bought for him by his Mother-In-Law for today's ceremony so without further delay, I'll give him the twenty lashes that Carole wants him to get. Let's start, shall we?" There was a universal "Yessss!" and she stood back, her cane in hand, measured her instrument against his bared buttocks, raised it high and bit it down hard across his unprotected flesh. The stroke drew a scream from the recipient, silenced by his two-inch ball gag into a painful "Mmmmmmm", to the sheer delight of the wives and their mothers watching. It was received with nothing like such a welcome by the two waiting husbands who were obliged to witness the punishment ordeal from the other end of the stage. Walter Pilling and Jeremy Wimply had also been reported to the Women's Collective for unacceptable perversions: the first for saying he didn't want to wear a dress when the guests arrived, and the second for claiming he was still a man. Whack! - Sting! - Thrash! - Swish! The caning proceeded as Jamie Scarlett bucked and wriggled as much as he could but to no avail. His obvious pain and humiliation was a life lesson to the two wretched husbands who awaited their turn, and to every single husband who knelt or crawled on the floor amongst such strong and irresistible Mistresses. "So let that be a lasting lesson to you, you weak and sexless little wimp," cried Claire Topping. "And if I have to deal with you again for further disobedience," she snarled, nose to nose with her victim, "I won't be adding more strokes of the cane. I'll be TAKING OUT YOUR USELESS LITTLE TESTES, you piece of shit." Every husband in the room felt the threat, and every one of them resolved on the spot to do EXACTLY as their wife and her mother told them from that day forward.

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