So it happened! As I recounted in Still Got It!, I mildly dommed david in a restaurant in front of a cute young black waitress the other night, and she seemed amused, so we got to chatting, and she expressed an interest in witnessing more. I got her number, we txtd, and we set something up. It happened yesterday evening, it was great, and I’ll tell you all about it now.
Before I start in though, a comment about these sorts of things. It used to be we just did stuff, and then I blogged about it afterwards. Nowadays, when I need some good material for the blog, it creates an urgency in me to set something up. And then when we are in the midst of the scene, I find myself trying very hard to remember every little detail so I can blog about it afterwards, and even to steer the scene towards things I believe my readers would find of interest. Fortunately, your pervy interests nicely align with both mine and those of my husband, but you do push me to new heights, so thank you, readers!
For this scene I wanted to start straight up super-domestic as we all enjoy playing with that “real life” FLR vibe. I wanted to leave our waitress, Samantha we shall call her, wondering if we do this just for fun, or if we live this way for real. So I went with a retro 1950’s housewife look with a dark blue, high waisted, below the knee pencil skirt; a long-sleeved, white blouse, buttoned to the neck; a soft yellow cardigan sweater; and high but practical heels.
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Samantha was due to arrive at 8pm. I was quite sure she would show as we txt’d back and forth on address and timing. Well before she arrived, we had a light dinner and then I sent david up to shower and advised him to “clean himself out thoroughly” back there in case there was going to be any backdoor action for him. I wanted him to be prepared as I was intending to ask Samantha if she would be comfortable with watching and even participating in some of that, and hopefully she would agree.
About ten minutes before Samantha’s arrival time I conducted david to the wall and made him hold a little piece of paper against it with his nose. I also made him put his hands on top of his head. That was all I was going to do, as an intro for Samantha, but it just did not look right. So I unfastened his pants and let them drop and pool at his ankles. He was wearing a T-shirt after his shower that rode up above his waistline when he raised his arms to above his head. Perfect! His grey underwear were all on show.
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I figured that would not shock or offend Samantha when she came in to see that, but still put david firmly in his place: a little boy made to stand in the living room in timeout in his undies about to be punished by “Mommy”. Do you see now how I think of you guys when I set these scenes up? How many of you men would identify with being put in that position, that way, waiting for a young female visitor to watch you get spanked? Can you even imagine the blushes on your faces? Ha ha!
I told him that tonight I wanted to really beat his ass and needed a good domestic-themed excuse. As I said this, I stuck my hand down the back of his undies and fondled his bottom. I also reached around and fondled his cock, which hardened noticeably. We discussed, and agreed that failing to do his chores properly, and then back-talking me rudely “under his breath” where he thought I could not hear, would be good. We agreed on the phrase as well. Disrespectful, but not too disrespectful, as that would not be believable either.
“Yes Ma’am,” he said, into the wall.
I left him, now hard, thinking on what was coming while he stood with his nose against the wall and could contemplate his upcoming humiliation by his wife in front of this young lady.
The doorbell rang just after 8pm as expected and I went to let Samantha in. She was looking very nice. Well-dressed in an above-the knee black skirt, a puffy pale yellow blouse, and heels. Her body type was a bit like the following picture, but with a younger sweeter face. Slim waist with a large bust and hips. She’s just barely into her twenties, and david and I are both pushing 40, so she was young enough to be our daughter (!)
I gave her a hug and she hugged me back as we greeted one another. She commented on my outfit, and I on hers. Our first stop was not the living room. We detoured into the dining room first just so she and I could spend a little time getting to know one another, which we did. No kinky discussion yet, so I’ll leave that out. Just getting comfortable in a social sense. I knew david would be waiting for us. After fifteen minutes or so, when she seemed pretty relaxed with me, I told her I had a husband with his nose against the wall waiting for a spanking, and would she care to join? She readily agreed, and seemed enthusiastic to start.
“So here’s the naughty boy,” I said, leading her into the living room, but without any laugh or tease in my voice.
“Oh wow!” she said as she saw him standing against the wall like that with his underpants showing.
“Don’t turn around,” I told him with my mean and steely voice, “but greet Samantha.”
“Hello Samantha,” he said.
“What’s his name?” asked Sam of me. Ha ha! I had forgotten to tell her.
“David is his name,” I said
“Hi David, have you really been a bad boy?” she asked.
“Yes Miss,” he said, choosing to refer to her that way himself.
“He certainly has,” I emphasized. “You know all about his poor food choices from the restuarant, but that’s not what tonight is going to be about. He hasn’t been doing his housework properly, and when I spoke to him about it all I got was backtalk and disrespect! Isn’t that so, david?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry Ma’am,” he said.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” I said, using that time-honoured chestnut. And then to Sam, “I’m sorry, I intended that this would be a bit more of a fun sort of spanking for him, but now this: when I told him what a shitty job he did scrubbing the bathrooms, I heard him say ‘fucking perfectionist’ under his breath. ISN’T THAT SO, David???”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry Ma’am. I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t think you would hear!”
“But I did hear, you pathetic excuse for a husband! So instead of just a fun little demonstration for Samantha, instead I’m going to have to beat your buns raw and remind you who wears the pants in this family!”
“yes ma’am…” said david, his voice shaky.
“Come on Dear,” I said to Samantha, “let’s go to the kitchen where we can discuss his punishment.”
I offered Samantha a glass of water and she accepted it. Then we talked about my intent for the evening. I don’t quite have our dialogue down 100%, but I’ll fill in anything I don’t exactly remember, but the following is the gist of it for sure.
“Do you really, I mean, discipline him like that for real?” she asked, sounding confused. The sweetheart.
“I absolutely do,” I said, lying through my teeth, which I am good at. “But he’s the one who asked for and wants this arrangement. And after we spank him, he’ll be forgiven right away. And the spanking will be bad, but it won’t be all that bad. I like to scare him a little. Is that ok?”
“Sure, I guess so, I didn’t know what to expect!” she said. “Should be interesting, anyways.”
“I can guarantee that! Have you any experience with this sort of thing. With spanking as punishment, I mean?” I asked her.
“No,” she answered, “only a little spank from my boyfriends every now and then. Just like a swat as I passed them sort of thing. Or during sex. Smack on the bottom, sort of thing. Except once my ex put me across his knee when I was teasing him on the couch, and he gave me, like ten spanks maybe, but they were so hard! I started actually crying. But I mean it was fun, he wasn’t like beating me or anything.”
“But it was too hard,” I said, “I get it.”
“It was! Way too hard. But also fun? Even though I cried? We laughed afterwards,” she said.
Interesting that when I asked her about her spanking experiences, she answered as if it was she on the receiving end I was asking about. I was as if in her world it’s the girls who get spanked playfully, not boys for disciplinary reasons. And that even though a male would clearly be spanked tonight by us females.
“Well, david is going to get a hard one also,” I said, “and I probably will make him cry, but it’ll take more than just ten with my hand.”
“Really? He’ll cry?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“That is so sweet!” she said. (???)
“And I wanted to check in on your comfort level here. It’s ok with you watching him get spanked like that? Hard like that? He’ll have his pants off.”
“Sure”
“And would you like to spank him as well? I think you should to get the full experience,” I suggested.
“I don’t know, but sure,” she said. Odd turn of phrase.
“Also, you heard me telling him I would remind him who wears the pants in the family?”
“yeah?”
“Well that’s me, as you might have guessed, figuratively of course, but what is really good for reminding him of that little fact of life is the strap-on dildo. Right in his bottom. With you to see it.”
“Oooh,” she exclaimed, “you mean actually fuck him in the ass? While I watch?”
“Exactly. He’ll be very embarrassed by your witnessing that, but I think it would really drive the lesson home if you’re game?”
She nodded an ok. Speechless I suppose!
“I even have two strap-ons, we can do a ‘spit roast’ on him if you want. One in his bum, one in his mouth. Sound cool?”
“Yes, why not?”
“Why not indeed, you’re here for an experience, might as well get the whole experience. And then he’ll be forgiven after that. Shall we maybe give him a little treat at that point? Let him watch me spank you? A nice little spanking to warm your bottom.”
“That sounds nice, can I keep my panties and top on though?” she asked.
“Of course, that’s perfectly fine,” I said. “Shall we go back out?”
She nodded, and out we went.
I was thinking that went almost as well as possible. Very open-minded young lady, out for an experience. I was pleased with that.
We walked back into the living room. There was david, still struggling to hold the paper up with his nose against the wall.
“david! Turn around and face me,” I ordered.
He reached up for the paper with his hand and turned to face us, his pants still puddled around his ankles. I could see a semi-erection still in his underpants.
For my part, this was super exciting for me. I enjoy this “real life” sort of scene. david looked like a naughty little boy, standing there with his pants at his ankles and the fronts of his underpants showing as he faced us. And he always blushes in his face, and fidgets a little. I felt, as I always do, a real sense of empowerment. The presence of Samantha only amplified that feeling.
“david, this back-talk and disrespect has to stop,” I scolded him. “You clearly need reminding of who wears the pants in this family, don’t you?”
I do love that expression “wears the pants in the family.” I think it’s very masculine energy of me to say it, and very feminine energy of david to have to accept it. I also particularly enjoyed acting out this scolding in front of Samantha. david told me after that he was completely “in character” by this time, having convinced himself that he had actually said those words to me, and willing to take whatever punishment I decreed. He also said that he was tummy churning embarrassed to be scolded by me like this, with these words, and in his underwear, in front of the young lady.
“No… please…” he begged, knowing what was coming when I used that expression.
“Oh yes!” I said.
“Not in front of Miss Samantha, please Ma’am!” begged david. Little shame slut. Ignore his complaining, readers, he wanted it.
“Yes, right in front of Miss Samantha, she’s already agreed to it. We will end your punishment with you bent over on your knees on that Ottoman, with you learning a lesson in respect, a long hard lesson from our dear friend Adam, and Miss Samantha will watch it all.”
“Oh, is there another guy coming?” She asked. How sweet!!! She thought for a moment there that Adam was my next door neighbor or something. Not what she had signed up for!
I corrected her on that point, and explained to her who “Adam” was. For those few of you who don’t know, Adam is my favourite dildo. 1.5″ in girth, 7″ in insertable length. A challenge for my boy if ever there was one.
“Please not Adam!” he begged.
“Adam. And you’ll take every inch,” I told him. “But first, young man, I think a little bit of panty training is in order. I think Samantha should see that.”
“nooooo… please….” he said. Samantha was watching with a grin. This must have been moving at a mile a minute for her!
“Go upstairs,” I said, as I pointed up the stairs with an outstretched arm and index finger, “and put on a pair of your panties and nothing else, and then gather up all your underpants, the ones you have on included, and bring them down to me. I’m putting them away for a month during which time you will wear panties every single day.”
“Nooo! Come on, Julie, please? You can’t!” More begging.
“I can and I will! And you DO NOT refer to me colloquially during discipline! Would you like me to add a month a brassiere training as well, young man? Would you?”
“No Ma’am, please!” he said.
“And would you like your mouth washed out with soap if I ever hear you refer to me by my first name during discipline again?”
“No Ma’am!”
“Then do as you’re told, chop chop, we’re waiting.”
david bent down to pull up his pants.
No way: “Leave them around your ankles. Now go. Waddle.”
david lowered his head and started waddling towards the stairs. When he got to them he turned back to me, “Excuse me, Ma’am, which pair should I put on Ma’am?”
Interesting question. I considered, and then said, “the ones I used to panty train you in front of Mistress Violet,” I answered.
david turned back towards the stairs and started waddling up them, pants still at his ankles. His vulnerable bum bum in his grey undies sashaying awkwardly up.
She and I then chatted a bit about who was Mistress Violet. I held back some of the raunchier parts of that, focusing in on our spanking competition instead. She asked me if I was really going to make him wear panties for a month, and I told her I certainly was!
david made his reappearance relatively quickly, dressed in only his little red patterned and lace panties and holding a bundle of his underpants in his arms. I took the underpants out of his arms and put them away into a high cabinet shelf, telling him they were off limits for a month.
“I expect you to wear your panties for a full month. At home, at work, at the gym, with your trainer, with your doctor for all I care.”
“yes ma’am,” he said, standing there blushing in the middle of the room wearing only this pair of very feminine panties. He clearly had a big erection going on now, and the scanty panties could barely contain it. In fact, I could see evidence of his testicles peaking out the sides.
Samantha got in on the fun. “Ooooh! Look at how pretty!” she said. “Do a turn for us.” she added. He slowly turned 360 degrees. The panty was riding up into his butt crack, and there was plenty of cheek to see. “Now do a little dance!” she said. Ha ha. She was enjoying this. david started awkwardly dancing, swaying his hips and turning around. During this exercise, his cocktip poked out the top and his testicles poked out the side. “david!” I said, and he quickly tucked it all away as best he could.
“Are you erect in your panties, young man? Answer me!” I demanded.
“Yes Ma’am!” he responded.
Turning to Samantha I said, “Isn’t that pathetic, he actually gets sexually excited being humiliated like this, isn’t that so, david?”
“Yes ma’am”
“Is that why you’re so submissive to me, david. Is that why you put up with your discipline, because it excites you?”
“yes ma’am,” admitted david, almost in tears.
“Have you ever seen anything like this?” I asked Samantha.
“I can honestly say not,” she said.
“Could you ever imagine a boyfriend of yours allowing himself to be humiliated like this by two ladies?” I asked.
“Never!” she said.
“It is truly pathetic,” I said, “but there’s more to his disciplining than just sexual excitement, believe me, there’s also going to be pain, young man, and a lot of it, is that not so?”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said.
“And pain does not excite you, does it?”
“No Ma’am.”
“But pain is how you learn your lesson. How you learn to remember your place, isn’t that so?”
“Yes Ma’am”
“Do you consent to your disciplining tonight, david?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Ask me for it. Actually, ask both me and Miss Samantha for it,” I said.
“Please, Ma’am, Please Miss, please punish me as you see fit,” begged david.
As you can see, I really went overboard with setting up the scene, and the background, and then all these little humiliations, and all the scolding, and all that. I know from comments and from my email that my readers love this kind of stuff, and so does david. So I delivered. Totally! I hope you enjoyed that part. I thought it especially poignant (and wildly kinky) to scold him and humiliate him like that in front of this newbie young lady who thinks this is for real.
We have a relatively newly acquired large Ottoman (I was inspired by Tracy’s – a great kink toy) in front of the couch. It was there where I intended most of the festivities to take place.
I made a show of slowly removing my sweater, and then I rolled up the right sleeve of my white blouse, and unfastened two buttons at the neck to make myself more comfortable and to enable a greater freedom of motion. I sat on the Ottoman. I looked at him with a hard look and then pointed and said, “get over my knee, little man.” And with that he came over to me and bent meekly across across my knee, pantied bottom uppermost.
I gestured to the chair diagonal to us, and suggested Samantha take a seat there. She had a three-quarters view of the action, on his butt side.
“Are you ready for your spanking, young man?” I asked him, my hand resting on his bottom.
“Yes Ma’am,” he said.
He moved his left arm to behind my butt, and lightly grabbed my left ankle with his hand. This is kind of a ritual for us for OTK hand spanking. It really brings home for him that he is being spanked by a woman, and it keeps his hands out of the way. I enjoy the ass gropes I get as he absorbs his punishment, especially as they become more spasmodic and desperate with the pain.
“Now aren’t you ashamed that you need to be spanked across my knee like this, like a child?” I said, “And that Samantha is here to witness it?” I played with his panties, arranging them symmetrically as I said this.
“Yes Ma’am, very much so Ma’am,” said david.
Samantha was smiling, perched at the front of her chair with her legs crossed, like the cat who ate the canary.
I started in on his spanking…
I used just my hand at first. There’s a certain intimacy to the hand. A certain childishness. A parental feeling. But my hand is no joke either! Because it was my hand, I started in full force straight away. That always surprises him and he yelped from the first, more from surprise than pain at the start.
His panties were still up, but due to their fit, a lot of his lower butt was exposed to my hand. Nonetheless, I gathered up the material in my left hand and pulled his panty forcibly into his crack. david has a bit of a “wedgy” fetish, and so I obliged.
Now, if you’re going to wedgy a man in his panties, you need to do it right. I pulled hard until the material was deeply buried in his crack. As I pulled up, the material stretched and strained, but held. This puts pressure on his balls, and the material also bisects his bumhole, putting strain there as well. It also allowed a bit of brown to show on either side of his wedgy, which I “inadvertently” displayed to Samantha as I pulled up on his panty and pushed down and out on his far cheek. She could see the material really getting deeply up in there and how it pressed tightly against his anus.
david arched up onto his tippy toes to escape the wedgy, but I was ahead of him, and lifted my hand up higher so that if he dropped now, it would be even more painful. He cried out and wiggled in distress, hoisted up there like that, on his tiptoes, little feet marching, sticking his fanny out like a girl begging for her fucking. Samantha giggled.
“ouch, no, please no,” he begged, as the wedgie came on full force. I ignored him and started giving him very hard smacks nicely to the well-presented underside of his bum. I kept going like that until he was well-pinkenned, and heading towards red. He was required to endure the painful wedgy the entire time.
“Would you like to have a go?” I asked Samantha.
“Sure,” she said, standing up.
I released my hold on his panties and told him to stand. He stood, facing away from Samantha. His penis was completely free of his panty. “Fix yourself!” I told him harshly, and he quickly adjusted his panties, digging them out of his butt in the process.
I rose and Samantha and I switched places. She sat on the Ottoman and said “get over” to david in a take-charge sort of way. Love it. He bent across her lap, keeping his hands in front of him. I’m sure Samantha felt his erection, as had I.
She started in smacking him with her hand. She was clearly not nearly as practiced and toughened as I, though she still did manage to get in a few zingers, but those seemed to hurt her palm as much as they did david’s ass. At one point she made a fist, and spanked him with her knuckles sort of. I guess her hand hurt. Had not realized how well conditioned mine had become by contrast.
I got up and re-wedgied him. I had her hold the material in her one hand. I needed to encourage her to pull nice and hard, which she seemed to enjoy, and then she slapped away at his bum cheeks some more, adding a bit more pink to them, I would say. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which was nice as this was the very first spanking she had ever given anybody.
This was a very erotic scene for me. My husband, by my command, humbled across a daughter-aged girl’s knee, being spanked and wedgied, in panties no less. I felt very pleased with myself that I was able to make this happen out of thin air, and here we were.
I ended his spanking from Samantha. He stood up and again needed to adjust his panties. She stared at his momentarily exposed cock as he did this. I smirked and went over to the cabinet where I pulled out the spanking stick. It has a smooth side and rough-textured side (like sandpaper, only different).
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“No no no please…” begged david as he wiggled on the spot, holding his ass cheeks with his hands in anticipation of the blistering he was about to endure. He knows the sort of damage this paddle can do to a naughty rear end! It’s not too long that it can’t be used OTK, but long enough to get a lot of speed and weight and swing into the stroke, especially if you lean back a bit, as the backless Ottoman allows. I wanted Samantha to paddle him as well, and thought OTK would be safer for david for her first time.
I switched places with Samantha again, and took the Ottoman, paddle in hand, while she went back to the same chair as before. I ordered david back across my knee.
When he was across, I lay the paddle across his pantied cheeks and asked, “david, have I got your attention yet?”
“Yes Ma’am!” he cried out.
“What you said to me was rude and disrespectful and I will not tolerate it in this household.”
“I’m… I’m so sorry Ma’am.” he said, his mouth catching on the words.
“I will teach you a lesson even if it means blistering your bare bottom with this paddle.”
“oohhhh…” he moaned.
I put the paddle down to the side, and I reached on either side of his panties. “Up!” I said, and he raised up allowing me to lower his panties to a pretty band nestled in the crook of his knees. Even though she had seen most of the skin of his bum already due to his earlier wedgying, the ritual of the panty lowering in front of Samantha was still exquisitely embarrassing for him, I knew.
“You will receive one hundred strokes of this paddle from me, followed by another fifty from Samantha. Are you ready?”
“yes ma’am,” he said quietly.
150 stokes was a serious paddle blistering. He would wind up in quite some pain and well-marked by the end of it.
I raised the paddle high and leaned back, and then just smacked the shit out of his ass with it. He yelled out with the pain, but held position. The first stroke left a mark already. I then set a steady pace, giving him ten at a time and counting the tens, then pausing for a few seconds, then the next ten.
Not even a third of the way through and his bottom was already looking severely messed up. Deep red across both his cheeks, and a telltale whiteness developing where the end part of the paddle landed. david wiggled hard but I kept him in position with just my arm. He cried out during his spanking, apologized over and over again, and begged me for forgiveness. But there would be no mercy for him. The paddle strokes continued raining down on his messed up ass cheeks as he screeched and hollered and begged.
I loved that he could not control himself at all, even with Samantha there to watch his childish carryings on. I loved that he was carrying on in manner that more befitted a ten-year-old girl receiving a spanking, than a grown man.
Occasionally I would direct a group of ten to just the near cheek, as it was not getting the same workout as the far one. For this I needed to lean way back and then smack only the one near cheek.
I kept most of the strokes low, where ass meets thigh, right at that crease or just above, but went right up to mid-ass as well, to spread things out a bit.
While this is not a picture of his ass, it looked similar in many ways once I had finished his 100 from me. Over the course of the evening the most impacted areas would bruise up purple, and they stayed that way for several days (nightly inspections!)
I had worked up quite a bit of a sweat doing this. I had not checked in with Samantha at all, focused as I was on delivering his punishment, but looked at her now, and raised my eyebrows in a “what do you think?” sort of gesture.
“Wow!” she said. “His butt is beat!” Indeed it was, and she didn’t seem to have any problem with it.
I told david to stand. He did so stiffly and painfully. His panties were down around his ankles, and his penis was limp and tiny. His hands went right back to his bum cheeks, to try to rub some of the sting out, for real. Unlike some other disciplinarians, I allow this sometimes, as it makes for such a poignant tableau.
His face was wet with sweat, with snot, and, yes, with tears. “Awww, look at you,” I said. “Your face is a mess.” I went to the kitchen and got some tissues to dry his face off. “Are those tears?” I asked, looking closely, because it was hard to tell given the sweat and the snot.
“yes, sniff, ma’am,” he said. Yay. I had made my boy cry! And in front of a young woman no less!!!
To Samantha I asked, “you still good for his other fifty?
“Are you sure he can take it?” she asked, prudently.
“Of course he can,” I said, “besides, if you don’t do it, I will, and likely harder, so getting you is probably a lucky break for him. Think of it that way.”
“Well… since you put it like that…” and she flounced over to the Ottoman and sat. I handed her the paddle and she admired it. I told david to get across her knee. Now!
He gingerly lowered himself and bent across her knees. I gave her some basic instruction with the paddle, where to hit, basically, telling her about the dangers of going too high, and how going too low can mean extra punishment, encouraging her to concentrate on the areas I had just visited, which were visibly marked, and maybe a good few high up on his legs as well, as they were still relatively untouched.
She started in and gave a pretty good showing of herself. A few strokes went a bit astray and I had to step in and correct her, but they were relatively light strokes as she was not going hard without the confidence yet. Then she kinda got the hang of it after the first ten or so, and david was off to the races.
It seemed that even though this spanking was lighter than mine, it had just as good an effect, and david cried out with the strokes. I encouraged her to go a bit harder, and also to target the backs of his legs. She was having a little trouble controlling him, as david could no longer control himself, so I taught her some basic leg lock variations. For the first I had her hook just his near leg which spread him out, displaying his bum hole and the junk between his legs. I had her give him a few spanks like that, and encouraged her to target his near inner thigh which was easily accessible. Then I showed her the full lock, with her right leg draped over the backs of both of his, him hiked high over her left knee. I also made him put his right hand up and behind his back, so Samantha could arm-lock him as well.
“He’s not going anywhere now,” I said. Samantha seemed very comfortable like that, and the prime target areas of low butt and high thigh were well-presented to her paddle. We agreed she should finish off his remaining strokes, 20 of them, with him in full lockdown like this, and that she could go a bit harder now that she had the hang of it.
She hauled off and gave him twenty real zingers, and david really had nothing to say about it. Despite his involuntary gyrations, Samantha was able to control him nonetheless even as she blister-paddled his bare ass and thighs.
After the full 50, bringing the total to his full measure of 150, Samantha allowed him to rise.
“Wow!” she said. “That was actually a blast.” Ha ha. So nice she had such a fun time at my husband’s considerable expense.
david again clutched at his red and blistered rear end, and again I had to wipe the sweat, snot, and tears from him.
“Now, david,” I said, “I want a full apology.”
“I’m so, so sorry,” he started, sniffling away, “I will never ever disrespect you or say bad words to you ever again.”
“And the housework?” I prompted.
“I’ll do all my chores, Ma’am, really well, and I won’t ever backtalk you again, I promise.”
As he was reciting this, he continued clutching at his ass and sort of gyrating up and down, which caused his flaccid, hairless penis to flop around in front of Samantha and I. His panties remained puddled around his feet. A heartfelt, sore bum, bare penis apology to me, in front of a young female witness, drives the lesson home.
“Your punishment is almost finished, david,” I said. “But first, I do need to remind you who wears the pants in the family, as I promised I would.”
This was the part I was waiting for!
I instructed him to put a nearby towel down on the Ottoman. Then to push the Ottoman right into the couch. Then to get up on his hands and knees and stick that tushy out for us, like a good girl.
He did that, and I gave his bottom a little spank, and then caressed his bruises. I gestured Samantha over also, who also ran her hand along the ridges caused by the paddle, and along his bruised and crimson red ass.
I took his panties off his ankles and stuffed them into his mouth. “Spread your knees apart. Now lower your chest to the Ottoman. Arch your back. That’s it,” I told him. Now he was really presenting for us. His asshole plain as day. His still flaccid penis mostly hidden behind his dangling ball sac plainly visible between his spread legs. Only the tip of his softened cock visible.
With him like that, I gathered the necessary equipment. I had lube, paper towels, condoms, latex gloves (for her benefit), two strap-on harnesses, my big dildo, Adam, and a smaller ridged purple one. I also had his prostate stimulator to stretch him out a bit before penetration.
I asked her to pass me some of the latex gloves. I put them on. I then asked her for the lube. She was like a nurse in my operating room. I dribbled the lube down his crack and into his hole. I used my gloved finger to push the lube deep into his asshole. He moaned like a slut. I then asked for the prostate stimulator, and gently inserted that into his rear end, right to the hilt. I explained its function to Samantha as I did so. I turned it on using the switch at the base, and set it to the high setting where it buzzed away, massaging his prostate and stretching his anal passage.
I allowed him to stand again, and I conducted him to the corner, where I made him stick his nose right into it, panty gagged and butt plugged as he was.
“I’m going to leave you like that for a few minutes while Samantha and I prepare. When we return, we will reinforce with you who wears the pants in this family and who wears the panties. Who is the man in the relationship, and who is the woman. Who is the woman in this relationship, david?”
“I am Ma’am,” he said from his corner, to a giggle from Sam.
“That’s right, and when we come back, you’ll be expected to perform sexually like a woman. Do you know what that means, david?”
“Yes Ma’am. That I take your cock in my mouth and also in my ass.” Smart boy, but he missed someone.
“Not only mine, david, but Miss Samantha’s as well,” I reminded him.
“Yes Ma’am, that I’ll also take Miss Samantha’s cock in my mouth and my ass,” he corrected himself.
“And both at the very same time, one fucking your mouth, the other fucking your ass, and then we’ll switch,” I added.
“Yes Ma’am,” responded david.
I pushed his nose deeper into the corner and told him no looking.
I whipped off my skirt and my blouse, stripping down to my bra and panties. I put the strap-on harness on myself, with Adam protruding mightily from it. Samantha had followed suit, but kept her blouse on. She had on black panties. She was fumbling with the strap-on harness, and I offered to help, which she graciously accepted. I adjusted the straps to fit her. She had the smaller (but still decent-sized) purple ridged dildo.
She joked around a bit with her new penis, twirling it in the air in a circular motion and giggling. Children! I got two condom packages, handed her one, and I kept the other. I quickly opened the package and slid mine on. She was a bit less sure, but got the job done regardless. A lifetime of extreme sluttishness from me paying off now in condom handling dexterity! A sign of a misspent youth.
I got david out of his corner, removed the panties from his mouth, and re-positioned him on the Ottoman. I asked my assistant for a paper towel. I switched the prostate stimulator off and slid it out carefully from his hole. I was relieved to see that it was pretty clean. I wrapped it in the paper towel and put it down.
I suggested that she fuck him in the ass first, as she has the smaller dildo. I helped position david better relative to her height, and provided the lube on both his hole and her cock. Then I guided the head in, and helped her push past that initial resistance and then deep into his bowels. david cried out a bit and moaned at the penetration. I told her to hold his hips and to start gently thrusting into and out of him.
“There,” I said to david, “are you getting fucked like a real little lady now?”
“yes ma’am…” he mewled out between thrusts.
“I feel like a Dude!” said Samantha, who was increasing the intensity of his ass fucking thrust by thrust.
I dove onto the couch, spread my legs on either side of david, and slid down until Adam was right near his lips. “Suck it, woman,” I told him. He submissively lowered his head onto my cock and began sucking on it. The fucking from behind made him bob up and down on my cock without him even trying. Adam is a mouthful, and he can barely speak when it is down his throat. He desperately scrambled not to gag on it, which was hard giving the intensifying fucking into his rear end by the enthusiastic and fit young Samantha.
At one point Samantha’s cock came out from his ass, but she did not notice and kept thrusting. david had to extricate himself off my cock and say, “please Miss, your cock, it’s out!” She seemed confused, and I had to explain it to her. She backed off and looked down, then re-positioned it and thrust in deeply. I pushed his head back down onto Adam, and we went at it for a few minutes more.
“Let’s switch?” I asked Sam. She agreed and we both slid out of our respective orifices. Her dildo was clean. I lined up behind him and Samantha took my old place on the couch, legs straddling his head.
“Take it in your mouth,” I told him. david seemed unsure, but then reached for the condom on Sam’s cock, peeled it off, and set it aside. Oops! My mistake. Should have told him to do that. But then he took Sam’s cock into his mouth and started sucking on it reluctantly.
His asshole was well-stretched by now. I could tell by it’s look. It was distended. I got some more lube, lubed up his asshole even more. The lube just fell into it. And then lubed up Adam. I put Adam on his asshole and thrust in. “Aaaahhhh!” said david as I slid Adam home. The I started fucking him, good and hard, with that giant ‘ol dildo. Teaching lessons!
“Get down on Samantha’s cock,” I said as I fucked him. “Do you ever want this fucking to end? You better do as I tell you. All the way down your throat, I want to see your pursed lips on her black panties, you little whore.”
david in fact did want his fucking to end, and so went as deep as I’ve ever seen him!
After a few minutes of this, I could tell david really wanted to stop. He tried signalling me by tapping surreptitiously on me with his feet. Like a “tapping out” sort of thing in UFC. I ignored it for another minute or so and really drove Adam deep into him, all while insisting he bob up and down and deep throat Samantha’s cock. Hey, I enjoy this part of it. He should suffer for me. But he was well and truly done, so I slipped out of him and quickly removed the condom inside out and stashed it into a paper towel. It was a bit dirty. Adam is a real test. I then got him off Sam’s cock by his hair, and directed him to his knees in front of me.
“Do you understand you place now, woman?” I asked him, standing there with my giant cock face level.
“Yes Ma’am,” he said.
“Good!” I said. “How’s that ass?”
“Extremely sore Ma’am,”
“Inside and out, I’ll bet?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Did you learn your lesson? Will you ever use words like that towards me again?”
“No Ma’am, never ever. I promise!”
“Good boy,” I said, “you’re forgiven,” and I gave him a kiss on his forehead. I also made him kiss the tip of my cock, and then had him do the same to Samantha’s.
“What did you think of that?” I asked Samantha.
“I’ve never done that before!”
“An evening of firsts,” I said, “did you enjoy fucking him?”
“Yes! Now I sort of know what it’s like for a guy…”
“You do,” I said, as I helped her off with her strap-on and took mine off as well.
“But now,” I said to the room, “I do believe there’s someone else here who needs a spanking?”
Samantha giggled. She’s a bit giggly.
I sat down on the Ottoman, and pulled her gently across my knee. She was still in her blouse and panties. I was in my pretty white bra and white panties. I started rubbing her cheeks and giving them some soft spanks. I smiled at my husband and motioned him with my eyes to scurry around for a better view. He wasted no time doing that, and knelt there, naked and ass to heels, watching the show.
I alternated spanks with rubs and built up the intensity. She squeaked and squealed, even with a very light spanking. I concentrated my spanks low, where they echo into a girl’s pussy. Her brown-black bottom did not redden at all, but sort of turned a slightly paler shade of brown. She put her hands on the Ottoman and pushed up, arching her back and grimacing at my light spanks. What a sissy.
But david was clearly enjoying the show. I told Samantha to look over at david. “He clearly likes it!” she said, because his cock had finally regained its erection, and in spades, and the red engorged tip could be plainly seen poking straight up between his legs onto his belly as he knelt there.
I called a premature end to her spanking, as she is clearly not into spanking!
“Do you mind if I take care of that,” I said, pointing to david’s engorged penis.
“Not at all,” she said, “as long as it’s you who’s taking care care of it!”
Hey! That was uncalled for. I guess she thought “Ewwww! Old!”
I told david to stand. I reached out my hand and stroked his erect cock.
“What do you think of it?” I asked Samantha, clearly referring to my husband’s cock.
“It’s very pretty,” she said.
“How about the size? How does he stack up to your boyfriends?” I asked.
“Oh, no contest there. They’re a lot bigger, but I like them big.”
And I can confirm that from pre-marriage experience. Black cocks do tend to be bigger! Sorry white boys. I hope that’s not racist?
Why don’t you stroke it now, sweetie, right in front of Sam and I,” I told him.
He licked his palm and began stroking his cock while we watched, amused at the spectacle.
“Come here,” I said, and I moved him to the Ottoman and lay hm down on it face up, feet dangling off the end. “Keep stroking,” I told him. And then I just whipped off my panties (!), and sat on his face looking down his body. “Lick my asshole while you stroke it.” I knelt up a bit and grabbed my own ass cheeks, spread them, and put my hole down right onto his mouth.
“Lick it!” I told him. “You know you like that. You know you like serving me like that. Get that tongue up in there now, nice and deep. Samantha, come around, have a look.”
Samantha walked around. I lifted myself a bit off of him and spread my cheeks, david had to strain to get his tougue up to me.
“Oh My Gosh!” she said. “He’s actually licking your asshole!”
All the while david has been stroking down there. I get up off him, as I know his explosion is not far away. I make him stop rubbing himself and take him over my knee. I tell him to spread his legs, I grab his cock and balls up between them, and tell him to clamp them shut again. I get some lube, and squirt it onto his penis and balls, and I start hand jobbing him.
“Now david,” I tell him, “I’ve decided I have one more little punishment coming your way. After I make you cum with my hand, I’m going to keep rubbing for, I don’t know, a minute or two afterwards. And you will have to just lay there across my knee and take it, ok?”
“Yes Ma’am!” said david, ready to agree to anything, so close to his orgasm now.
“Samantha,” I said, “I’m worried he won’t be able to hold position once this starts, would you be a dear and hold his wrists in your hands?”
She was happy to. She grabbed up his wrists and stood in front of him, extending his arms out. I replicated Sam’s leck-log position, one leg on his two, and continued rubbing his penis. I slipped a finger of my other hand into his asshole and manually massaged his prostate gland. Between the asshole massage and the cock massage, david started moaning like a little girl slut!
How embarrassing that a pretty female guest, young enough to be his daughter, is there to witness his wife doing this to him in front of her. Reducing him to a horny little bitch begging for her release.
“Oh! No! No! Please! Oh Gosh! Oh Gosh! NOOO!” (david loves fantasizing in his head that he is “forced to cum” by me in front of a female witness, or group of them, so this is what was going on in his head when he said this, but it also meant he was right on the verge of cumming). I kept rubbing his cock vigorously while finger fucking his ass and he came in a shooting jet of cum that I directed down the backs of his thighs. “Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh!” he said as he came.
But unlike usual, I didn’t stop. I took my finger out of his ass and grabbed his cock in both hands while always continuing to rub the tip of his penis with various motions, up and down, circular, squeezing, and so on.
His cries of orgasmic joy merged into cries of anguish and agony! Samantha tightened her grip on his arms and I clamped down hard with my leg to keep him in place, and just kept rubbing.
“Ahh! No! Please! STOP! NO! PLEASE! STOP! STOP OUCH! OH! OH!”
Ha ha ha ha ha!
I kept it up until his cock was soft as a wet noddle and my rubbing was having less and less of an effect on him.
“Oh please don’t ever do that again!” he said, but with a smile in his voice. Oh yeah, he’s getting that again!
“Oh my gosh, that looked like it hurt so much,” said Samantha.
I slipped out from under david, but kept him turned face down on the towel-covered Ottoman. I had him keep his legs tightly together with his cock and balls showing, and cum down his legs. I wiped the by now very sticky cum on my hands onto his ass. I told him to stay there as I need to clean him up before he’s allowed to move as I don’t want cum on my furniture or carpets.
I went to the kitchen (bottomless and in my bra!) and washed my hands. I then came back into the living room and started getting dressed. Samantha followed suit, with both the hand washing and the dressing.
“Honey, please?” begged david, wanting to be cleaned up and released to get dressed like us.
“Shush you!” I said, “Stick your tongue out of your mouth. Is that your dirty tounge that licked my asshole?”
“Yeee miiim” said david, having difficulty speaking with his tounge sticking out like that.
“You keep that tongue stuck out there . I’ll wash your tongue and mouth with soap after Samantha’s left. I don’t want you having a dirty mouth.”
Poor david, it had just gotten worse!
“Well that was amazing!” I told Samantha.
“It sure was interesting,” she said, “you guys are the kinkiest people I know!”
“Thank you!” I said, taking it as a compliment. “Would you like a drink or something, some wine maybe?”
“No, I really have to go, it’s so late, you guys probably need to get to work tomorrow. I’ll just get an Uber.”
She ordered up the Uber. ETA was only 5 minutes. I tried to press some Uber money onto her. At first she refused, but I was insistent, so she took it gratefully. I mean, she is young enough to be my daughter, wouldn’t a Mom do that?
We talked a bit more about the kink scene. Meanwhile, I still hadn’t cleaned up david, so he is just lying there, raw blistered ass up, forbidden from moving, soaked in cum, with his punished cock and balls sticking out, clamped tightly between his legs, his ass licking tongue on full display as well.
And then the Uber showed up. We hugged. She yelled out a goodbye to david, he mumbled something unintelligible back, and she left out the front door.
I did get around to cleaning up my husband, including a little soapy washcloth scrub of his tongue. Ha ha. We debriefed afterwards and he told me he loved it, despite his super sore everything! He thanked me for having the courage to make this kind of thing happen, which I thought was sweet.
I did not get the vibe that we would have a return session with Samantha. I think the age difference is too great. She should hang out with boys and girls her own age. Maybe she will develop her kink. I’ll try to stay a little in touch with her.
Amazing stuff!
Source: Strict Julie Spanks
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