"Wipe my spit off your face and kiss my feet, we have to discuss other options for punishing your cheating ways. And as you know all discussions require you worshiping my feet so that I know you truly love me."
"Yes Melissa." John replied, utterly grateful that it sounded like he wouldn't be whipped any longer. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped his wife's spit off of his face. He then quickly returned to the ground and began kissing her feet as she sat in the recliner.
"Good. Now let's review. You've admitted to cheating on me with your hand while you had fantasies about other woman, yes?"
"Yes."
"You agreed that you must be punished so that the scales are balanced, yes?"
"Yes."
"You admit that you deserved the whipping but because you are a pathetic weakling you couldn't handle it."
John adverted his eyes in shame and meekly replied, "Yes."
"In that case if you are unable to handle your just punishment on a weekly basis then something else must be done to even things out, yes?"
"Yes."
"The only thing that I can possibly think that would make things equal is if I cheated on you."
"You want to masturbate? Honey I don't mind..." John's words were interrupted by a moderately hard smack from his wife's foot.
"No! I don't want to fuck my hand like some wretched loser. That's something you would enjoy not me, I would want to fuck a real man. A man who doesn't blubber and cry over a little whipping. A man who doesn't cheat on his wife and then give me falsehoods. A man who isn't a pathetic wimp!"
John was trembling now. His wife cheating on him with another man? His heart clenched in terror and revulsion. That would be awful, that would be horrible.
"Please Melissa, my love... I couldn't bear it. Please no. I know I was wrong but..."
Again she smacked him with her foot.
"Shut up John and kiss my feet, in fact don't speak at all right now. I am so unbelievably furious at you. You are destroying this marriage with your awful behavior. Do not speak until I've said you can, nod if you understand."
Melissa worried she might have pushed him too far but he just meekly nodded and returned to kissing her feet. Stacy had been right, he truly was a wimp. A real man would never tolerate this kind of situation but there he was naked except for a chastity belt, ass still red from the whipping kneeling there worshiping her feet and taking all the abuse she dished out.
"Good. Now you have two options John and two options only or we are done. You can agree to have me fuck anyone I want to make up for what it is likely years of you cheating on me with your hand OR you can lay yourself back across the couch and take the whipping you were meant to receive. At any point if you resist your weekly punishment I will find another man to fuck me proper. Nod if you understand."
John nodded and then kissed her toes.
"Now here is the choice. Nod if you want me to cheat on you instead of giving you a weekly whipping. Shake your head no if you want to take your punishment and have me be faithful. Choose now."
Melissa was positively quivering with unbridled sexual energy. All those weeks of planning and scheming with the girls was finally coming to fruition. Either choice would be acceptable to her. Fucking someone else with her husband's permission had been one of the initial goals but seeing him sob from pain and fear was also immensely sexually pleasurable before.
John kissed his wife's foot one more time and then made his decision!
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