I can't believe I put myself in that situation!
My wife was lukewarm to my panty-wearing tendencies. She tolerated me - bless her heart - but did not become as aroused as I did when I slipped on a pair of panties. The effect on me was immediately obvious! But our sexual activity remained pretty vanilla, with a "get those panties off and come to bed" heard more often than not.
When I didn't fear discovery, I would enhance my CD activities with pantyhose and sometimes thigh top, stay-up stockings and a long "guy" button-down, oxford cloth shirt acting like a short dress. I loved working around the house dressed like this and took every opportunity to do so. I'd imagine myself as a housewife, cooking, cleaning, washing and so forth. I would occasionally go grocery shopping but would wear pants so as not to appear like a flaming queen in public.
My birthday was coming up. My wife asked if I'd like to go out to dinner and, true to tradition, I agreed. But, I added my secret wish: "would you let me wear pantyhose and then give me my birthday spanking when we get home?" A birthday spanking was NOT a tradition and I knew my wife would reject the idea without a thought. Was I surprised when she sighed and agreed!
The big evening was slow arriving - I couldn't wait! My wife suggested a romantic candlelight dinner, saying she really didn't want me going out dressed "like a fag." That was fair. On my birthday evening she watched me get ready in the bathroom. Shower, clean panties, thigh top stockings and a long dress shirt like I'd often dressed in when I was alone. She kept me waiting in the bathroom while she fixed up my birthday surprise in the living room. I was really excited and looked it from the bulge in my panties!
My wife came and opened the bathroom door, and looked me up and down. She shook her head but smiled, still humoring me. "Well, these will make you look quite the sissy fag!" she said handing me a pair of white high heels with ankle straps. I stood as she helped me get them on and fastened the straps. She encouraged me to walk around. "They'll take some getting used to" she said. She was right! I teetered back and forth until I had the hang of walking.
"It's time for your present, but don't look," my wife urged. Knowing I'd peek, she wrapped a towel around my head and led me by the hand to the living room. I at least knew the way, but walking was really tough in the high heels. "Happy Birthday" she cried as she pulled to towel off my head.
To my horror there were people in the living room! At first I couldn't tell who or how many, but as my eyes adjusted, I could see two men wearing only their underpants seated on the couch and another standing off to the side. He was still dressed. As I looked at their smiling faces closer, I recognized each of them. Two were checkout clerks at the grocery store nearby and the other worked at the gas station down the road. They all knew me!
I wasn't going to stand for this, so I ran, wobbling in the heels, out of the living room, through the kitchen and out the back door into the back yard. I could hear laughing and voices behind me as I tried to make it to the garage where I could lock myself in. The high heeled shoes were not good for running at all, and the heels began to sink in the grass and I was having trouble moving. The men had come running after me and caught me with ease.
Still laughing, the two men in their underwear each took one of my arms, turned me around, and marched me to the back porch where my wife and the third man waited. As we drew nearer, I could see the clothed man from the gas station swinging a wooden paddle and smacking the palm of his hand. Oh no! I thought remembering my request for a birthday spanking. We stopped at the porch railing and he said, "Grab the rail, sissy boy." The two men placed my hands on the railing. "Don't move," he added. The two men at my sides released my arms and pulled off their underwear, their arousal great.
I looked up pleadingly at my wife. She smiled and said "Take good care of sissy. I'm off for MY birthday surprise!" And she turned and walked away.