As a busy career woman and the primary bread winner for our household, I am always looking for ways to train my husband to be a better househusband. I sent him for some basic cooking instruction and I had him take training in completing mani-pedis at a local cosmetology school. The training has paid off and he is becoming a more useful househusband every day.
I have a lot of really nice all cotton clothing, linen and some silk blouses. They take so much work to hand wash and iron. My dry cleaning bill is high from cleaning my professional outfits for work. I heard another women at work talking about a woman who does ironing for her. I got her number. When I called her she seemed a little puzzled by my request. She spoke in a rather heavy southern accent, “You want to hire me to teach your husband how to do your ironing?” I told her about my work situation and explained that my husband works fewer hours and earns a supplemental income. I offered to pay her double her usual rate as a training fee. She agreed to come to our home on Saturday and spend as much of the day as it took to teach William proper ironing.
Her name is Earlene and she is an older rather large black woman. She seemed very nice and I introduced her to William. While Earlene and I talked I had William set up his ironing board and warm up his iron. He got my basket of blouses and skirts from the laundry room and he and Earlene began his instruction. I have some very nice imported blouses, skirts and dresses. I have a lot of all cotton dress blouses that are supposed to be “iron free” but they are never as crisp and wrinkle free as I like. I like cotton blouses because they are cooler in the summer. It will be very nice to be able to wear some of those things. William has generally taken an interest in helping me look my very best.
Earlene started William’s training. She seemed very knowledgeable. She was raised in the south and had that habit of calling people sweetie, honey and baby. From the living room I could hear Earlene saying, “Very good sweetie. That’s right, just like that” and “No baby, a little more like this.” At one point, when William asked for a bathroom break, I asked Earlene how he was doing. She said, “Well, he seems to have a lot of habits of doing it his way and it’s hard to get him to do what I’m showing him. I guess he’ll do ok, though.” I said that this was not acceptable as I wanted him to learn to do his ironing better than he has always done it. I told her that I would see to it that he paid better attention. When William returned from the bathroom, I got the key to his chastity device from the lock box and added it to the one I keep on a chain. I handed it to Earlene and said, “I’m going to give you these keys to help him listen better.” She asked what they were for and I told her that they went to something that he would very much like to get his hands on. I told her that she could hang on to the keys to ensure that he paid close attention to his ironing instruction. William’s eyes got wide. I told her, “You hang on to these keys, and you decide if you should give them back to me when you leave today. If you feel that he requires another day of instruction, then you can take the keys with you and bring them back when you return next Saturday for his next lesson.” Earlene slipped the chain around her neck and dropped the keys in her blouse. She said, “Ok, this will work. Come on baby, let’s get back to work so you can get the keys back.” Throughout the rest of the session, I could hear Earlene periodically saying, “No, sweetie, a little more like this. Now let’s see if we can do this a little faster. You don’t want me to have to take these keys home with me, now do you baby?” William just said, “No mam”.
Earlene was great. She worked with William on ironing blouses, my dress slacks, skirts and camisoles. She showed William tricks to ironing pleats and gathered garments. She taught him the different ways to handle silk, cotton, rayon, wool gabardine and crepe fabrics. She had him iron a couple of pleated skirts I hadn’t worn in a while because they take so long to iron. With summer coming on, it was great that they ironed several dresses I have, some with gathered dirndl skirts and some with pleats. Earlene thought of everything. She asked about table clothes and I got our linen table cloth and they ironed that. She covered how to handle drapes and the use of a steamer. Whenever she needed to correct him for anything I’d hear her say, “No, now do it like I show you, baby. I don’t think you want me takin these keys home with me for the week, now do your sweetie?” He’d say, “No mam.” She praised him when he got it right and said, “There you go. Now you’ve got it. You keep doin like I show you and you’ll get your keys back.” Earlene understood the importance of what she was teaching William. A couple of times I heard her say, “You want to do a good job because it’s important that your wife looks her best when she goes off to work.”
When she was done with William she came to let me know. She took the chain with the keys off from around her neck and said, “Well, you were right, he listened better and worked a lot harder when he thought I might take these keys home with me. That really worked” I thanked her and she thanked me, I paid her and she left. As she walked out the door she said, “You’ve got yourself a good husband there, sweetie.” I said, “I do, don’t I.”
I called William to my side and showed him the keys as I placed them over my neck. I told him what a good husband he was and how proud of him I was. I told him that he had earned a chance to draw a slip from the grab basket later. He seemed very excited. I told him that he could give me a foot massage and he did. He was very excited. He doesn’t know that I have removed all of the slips that would allow him an orgasm. We are not going to have a repeat of his lazy and lackluster service of last week.
When he drew a slip it was for him to polish my shoes and boots for me. He had already done a day of service for me and he polished most of my shoes for my business trip. I offered instead that he could kiss my breasts and smell my hair while I pleasured myself with my vibrator. I drifted off to sleep afterward, comfortable in the knowledge that I have a well trained househusband.