Husband Whipped on my Period

Yes, it’s that time of the month…

I used to be quite self conscious about sex when I was on my period, which was a shame because I also find myself quite horny and quite sensitive in a good way. One of the definite up-sides of the kind of relationship I now have with my husband is that I no longer need to wait for my period to be over to enjoy sex.

On this occasion, sex started with a complete stripping of him. I made him strip bare naked in front of me downstairs in the living room while I remained clothed. I then told him to go up to the bedroom and to wait for me facing the wall with his hands on his head. I tidied up a bit downstairs, and then freshened myself up a bit upstairs and then went to him.

Without another word, I took him by the ear, dragged him over to the side of the bed, sat, and pulled him down across my knee. First I used my hand to redden his cheeks. The I reached for his hairbrush and gave him a good spanking.

I still really, really enjoy giving him a spanking like this. Him all bare. Me all clothed. Him across my knee like a bad little boy getting his comeuppance. The hairbrush ensures it’s an unequal fight. I can and do bring him to tears just with that brush. In fact, I will bring him to tears like that across my lap in front of another woman, and have on several occasions. How humiliating for him to be given a punishment spanking like that across his wife’s knees!!!

However that was just warm-up. While that gets me excited, what really turns my crank is giving him a whipping. I’m not truly satisfied until he’s in some considerable pain and acting like a whipped little puppy.

On a side note…

I gave him a whipping the other day in front of his fitness trainer, Mags, who is quite kinky. They were in the middle of their exercise session when I got home. I went down to the home gym in the basement where she trains him and interrupted them, asking Mags if david was performing well today? She said reasonably well. “Does he need a whipping?” I asked her. “He always needs a whipping!” she answered me.

I took up the riding crop which hangs from a hook in the gym. I told david to remove his shirt and gym shorts.This had him standing facing us in only his frilly panty. “Lower your panties,” I told him. Despite the number of times the both of us have seen him naked, he always gets embarrassed and blushes as he bares himself.

I used the crop to gently smack his penis and testicles. He was not hard at first when he was made to bare himself (as he had just been working out). But this treatment to his private parts “inflated” him.

“Just look at that,” I said, referring to his erection. “You should be ashamed of yourself, becoming erect in front of your trainer. You’re old enough to be her father! Lie down on your back. Feet back over your head. Now you’re getting a good whipping!”

This is one of the more embarrassing spanking positions for david.

His panties are bunched around his ankles and his feet are touching the wall behind him. I have his legs spread a bit so that his penis and testicles both are on full display, pushing up between his legs. And of course his bottom cleft is fully spread, putting his anus on full humiliating display. I like the position both for the humiliating exposure, and for the fact that it’s the sort of position a woman might receive hard intercourse in, to either her vagina or her anus.

And then the howling starts! With his buttocks stretched taught like that, the riding crop whipping hurts doubly more. I also whip between his cleft, and target his hole with the end of the crop. I also target his penis tip and shaft, and, a little more lightly, his testicles as well. I hope Mags is learning something, that these areas are by no means “off limits” during a whipping. What’s ironic is while the gentle whipping that preceded acted to harden his penis in front of Mags, this whipping to his private parts had the exact opposite effect, rendering him limp as a little wet noodle despite the presence of his sexy young trainer.

I then left, handing Mags the whip and telling her to keep him naked and to give him all his spankings like that for the remainder of his session. I told her I expected marks!

I sat one floor up for the remainder of his session, enjoying the rhythm of the exercising, with her loudly exhorting him to continue and counting down his exercise repetitions, then a bit of silence as they prepared, and then the unmistakable sound of a strictly wielded riding crop on sensitive and bare flesh accompanied by the musical notes of his begging and pleading as she marked him for me. He knows he must submit to her, and in this extra humiliating fashion, despite her youth and position, to please me.

When they were done she brought him up to me to show off the markings she had achieved, which were quite fine indeed, and all at willy nilly angles across his ass and legs, and this time even deep between his legs and buttocks. I was more than satisfied, and showed my appreciation with a an extra cash bonus which I handed to my nude and whipped husband to kneel and hand to her as I watched.

As she was leaving I told david to not think his evening was over yet as he still needs to be given a strapping by me, and a long hard session from my strap-on, to remind him to whom he belongs.

But I digress. Where was I? Oh yes! I was giving him a whipping myself this time.

After his hairbrush spanking I had him face down on the bed with a pillow under his hips and I went to get my little whip.

It’s very thin and whippy. A very thin cane, with a little two inch cord on the end. I really make him dance with this little implement. A lovely little dance of pain, humping his pillow. That little whippy tip I make go everywhere!

As you know, I encourage the whimpering and the begging for it to stop. And its never feigned. Never needs to be. He tells me I get a little glassy eyed and scary when I’m in the midst of whipping him. It does turn me on tremendously. I get into a zone where I just don’t want to stop.

I really marked him badly that time. All over his ass, onto his flanks, and down his legs. Thin little angry whip marks. Shit but those turn me on something fierce!

I made him kneel up on the bed, and I fetched him his tampon.

I had a tampon in me, and he was about to see it. No matter how much of a Domme one is, early childhood conditioning on that one is tough to get over. What I find helps tremendously is to make sure he has a tampon well lodged up his backside. If he wants to make fun of me, well he’s not really in much of a position to do that, my little cotton tail!