Digital media is now ubiquitous. Almost everyone today has a virtual existence and communicates with the world around them via various social media. Tayana also always had her cell phone to hand and was constantly clicking, tapping and swiping. But her husband didn’t miss any of her virtual activities, even if she didn’t notice them herself.

A woman must be kept on a leash, he was convinced. Although it is up to her master how short or long this leash is and what freedom she has with his consent. But a literal leash will rarely be necessary. In most cases, the fear of being hit alone is enough to prevent her from doing anything undesirable and to steer her behavior in the right direction. And if there is no other way, there is always the option of simply locking them up and restricting their freedom of movement.

However, in this age of electronic communication, a far-sighted gentleman should not ignore his wife’s cell phone. The cell phone is an often overlooked means of communicating with all the people who are part of her life. The best friend to whom she confides everything. Her mother, who constantly wants to know exactly how she is doing. Her younger sister, with whom she has a particularly close relationship. And, of course, all the friends from her past with whom she has never broken off contact.

It is not necessarily wise to cut off all these connections completely. But a man who wants to keep control over his wife should know exactly who she is secretly phoning and chatting with. He should also know exactly what she is revealing about herself and her life. And, of course, he should specifically define what must remain confidential and must never be revealed to outsiders.

He had of course laid it all down in the Book of Rules and she knew that she had to hold her tongue when communicating with her mother and her two sisters. What she didn’t know was the fact that nothing was hidden from him and that her cell phone revealed everything she said during the course of the day. So her leash definitely included the virtual space and her digital communication was anything but personal, confidential or even secret.

To do this, he had put an app on her cell phone that told him everything, but really everything, that was communicated with this inconspicuous device. The app did not appear anywhere and therefore could not be discovered or even deleted. It was a spy that was active around the clock and told him at any time of day or night what Tayana was communicating during the day and who she was talking to. So it was quite possible that she was sitting next to him, busily typing away on the virtual keyboard with her nimble fingers, unaware that he had opened a window on his laptop where he could follow every line she was writing. Trust is good, but control is always better.

The app was also satellite-based and told him exactly where she was, down to the meter. If she had logged off for her daily jog but was actually sitting on a park bench along the path chatting with her sister, he could follow it in real time on one of his three monitors in the home office while he went about his work. He could hear every word, even if he unfortunately didn’t understand her language. But at least he could run every chat live via Google Translate and read along in his own language. The phone’s two cameras could also be switched on at any time to take a look at her surroundings. So if she was talking to a stranger or an acquaintance, he knew exactly who she was talking to outside the house.

Tayana was allowed to leave the house at any time, whether she wanted to go jogging, shopping or for a walk on the beach. But she had to ask him for permission first. And he set a time by which she had to be back. This was one of the little rules he had devised to subtly remind her every day that he was the master of her existence and therefore had the right to decide her every move.

Once she had signed off for a tour of the center of the small spa town where they lived. She wanted to buy something at the local drugstore and take a short walk along the beach. A harmless thing that he had no objections to.

„You’ll be back by sixteen,“ was his answer to her question as to whether she could take an hour or two to run a few errands. She just nodded and left the house. She had her cell phone with her, of course.

The surveillance system was equipped with an automatic audio recording that was activated immediately when a call was detected. A message appeared on the monitor of his PC indicating a remarkable event. This is exactly what happened about half an hour after Tayana had left the house. He clicked on the message and witnessed a lively conversation between two women who spoke the same language and were obviously delighted that chance had brought them together. So Tayana had found a compatriot and seemed to be getting on very well with her. He switched on the camera and could see that the two were sitting in a popular café down by the harbor, engrossed in a non-stop and extremely lively conversation.

A good hour later, he called up the recording that the system had automatically made. He used Google to convert the audio file into a text file and then translate it into German. Most of what he heard was, of course, insignificant stuff. After all, women don’t necessarily need in-depth topics to be able to talk to each other for hours. What information he did get was the fact that the other woman was called Brenda and was obviously also married to a German. And that Tayana had only had positive impressions of Germany so far and was also very happy with her husband. Thanks to the high level of development of the software, he would probably receive many more indiscreet impressions of Tayana’s thoughts in the future, despite the language barrier.

It was already after five o’clock when he heard the key in the front door. So Tayana was back. And she was more than an hour late.

She seemed to be in a good mood and let him know via the translation function on her cell phone that she had met a Brazilian woman and had made friends with her. He showed interest and tried his best to cover up the fact that he had long known what had happened and that he was also aware of the conversation the two had had. As always, an exchange of ideas unfolded, characterized by comments spoken in English on his part and many sentences typed into her cell phone.

„You should be back by four, Tayana,“ he finally interrupted the unusual dialog, abruptly bringing her back to reality, which she had obviously completely blocked out.

She looked at him silently and he realized that she had obviously only just realized that she had broken a rule. Unable to express her thoughts, she tried to type something into her cell phone. But he interrupted her:

„You could at least have called me and got my permission. I certainly wouldn’t have minded you taking a little longer,“ he reminded her that it would have been very easy for her to solve the problem with a simple phone call.

„Come with me,“ he ordered her and of course she knew what was about to happen. A man had to be consistent if he wanted to prevent a woman from dancing around on his nose, was his opinion. She knew the rules and she knew that any transgression of the laws that applied in this house would inevitably have consequences.

He led her to the large dining table in the living room. There he bent her wordlessly over the table, which she allowed to happen without resistance. He lifted her rather short skirt and flipped it back. He reached into the hem of her panties and pulled them down over the back of her knees with a tug. He enjoyed for a moment the sight of two firm buttocks framing a pronounced cunt, the view of which was not obstructed by any hair growth. He knew this woman had everything that aroused his lust and desire. But he also knew that he had to be determined to enforce the rules imposed on her.

He went back into the hallway. There was a wooden shoehorn there, hanging inconspicuously on the wall, to which she had probably not attached any further importance until now. He picked it up and returned to his disobedient wife with determined steps.

„There are rules,“ he said. „And you obviously still have to learn to stick to them.

He turned her hands behind her back and held her down with his left hand while he gave her a first powerful blow on her left buttock with his right, which elicited a sharp cry and was immediately followed by an equally energetic blow on her right buttock. Naturally, she immediately became agitated and her whole body began to move violently. But for him this was merely an encouragement to continue and to teach this challenging female ass a proper lesson. So he held her with an iron grip and subjected her to a thorough punishment.

He had bought the shoehorn from a mail-order company that specialized in handmade products from small businesses. The spoon came from Vietnam and was made from an exotic, golden-brown hardwood. It was just over half a meter long and made a noble and very solid impression. Its handle end was round, about the thickness of a finger and had a small leather loop for hanging it up. Its active end was just over two fingers wide and slightly spoon-shaped. A practical tool like this was of course ideal as an instrument of punishment. Although it was hard and unyielding, it was nowhere near as brutal as a cane. Its flattened end was quite painful, but the educator could dose his blows very precisely and thus determine whether only red welts remained or whether these welts would later turn blue and have a lasting effect.

Tayana was punished for her offense with the misappropriated shoehorn in a severe and extremely painful manner. She would probably feel for hours after her punishment that she had disobeyed an important rule of her master. However, the punishment was actually quite moderate and she would probably not be left with any bruises, as was inevitable with a classic cane.

He gave her exactly two dozen strokes, which he regarded as an erotic spectacle as she squirmed under his grip, desperately tossing her bottom back and forth and kicking her legs wildly. When he had reached the number he had set himself, he stopped abruptly and considered the punishment finished. He let go of her, causing her hands to immediately spring back to comfort her maltreated buttocks. She whimpered softly and there was no doubt that he had punished her hard and relentlessly this time. He could literally feel the heat emitting from her chastened flesh, even though he consciously refrained from touching her. Reconciliation would come sometime later, for he knew his wife would be begging for it humbly tonight.

She stood up in agony, picked up her panties that had wandered onto the floor as a result of her unrestrained romping, smoothed her skirt back down and disappeared into the bedroom with tear-filled eyes.

One of their agreements was that Tayana was responsible for breakfast and lunch, while he took care of dinner together. So he went into the kitchen and set about preparing the dish that was on the menu for the day. When he had finished a good half an hour later and had also set the table decoratively for two, he went into the bedroom. He lay down next to her, gently pulled her close and kissed her tenderly, which she allowed to happen, albeit somewhat reluctantly.

A man must be consistent and lead his wife with a firm hand. But his wife also deserves his undivided affection and appreciation, despite her disobedience. Only then will she have no doubt that she is loved and recognize that she owes him her undivided devotion in addition to obedience and submission.