Hugging Mommy -- Part 2

Disclaimer: This is a story of fantasy and is not only not intended to condone or approve of the behaviors contained herein, there is absolutely nothing about treating children as sexual objects that the author approves of, desires, or would dream of doing to an actual child. This work is written in the context of age based role play.

If you cannot understand this, have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality, or are in any way confused about what is appropriate and legal sexual expression, stop reading now.

Lastly, I am not a pedophile, don't approve of sexually assaulting children, and only use these themes in my writing because I empathize and identify with the victims of these stories; not the perpetrators. Some of us like to be embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated, spanked, and to be nervous, anxious, and afraid. Weird, right? To read more about why these stories were written, please see the "What This Blog is and is NOT -- READ THIS FIRST" post.

Hugging Mommy

Disclaimer: This is a story of fantasy and is not only not intended to condone or approve of the behaviors contained herein, there is absolutely nothing about treating children as sexual objects that the author approves of, desires, or would dream of doing to an actual child. This work is written in the context of age based role play.

If you cannot understand this, have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality, or are in any way confused about what is appropriate and legal sexual expression, stop reading now.

Lastly, I am not a pedophile, don't approve of sexually assaulting children, and only use these themes in my writing because I empathize and identify with the victims of these stories; not the perpetrators. Some of us like to be embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated, spanked, and to be nervous, anxious, and afraid. Weird, right? To read more about why these stories were written, please see the "What This Blog is and is NOT -- READ THIS FIRST" post.

Too Soon

Oh no, this is bad. This is real bad. I shouldn't have even been touching myself. I know it is risky to do that and then I heard her walking down the stairs and something about that was just too much for me to handle and I guess I lost control.

I have been waiting downstairs in the family room for the next part of my spanking. She had already given me a good long warm-up and then two harder spankings. One was with a big wooden paddle that stings a lot. I was bent over the edge of the bed and some pillows for that spanking. Then, after a little while, she used a big wooden spoon on my bottom while I was wrapped over an ottoman. Both of them were hard spankings. I was making all sorts of little boy 'ouchie' noises.

Those spankings were just warm-up for what was going to happen to me in the family room. My spanking time was going to end with her using the little hairbrush paddle while I humped and wiggled my way to a frustrating little orgasm over her lap. Of course, after that, it was going to be really painful but there is something that is so terrifyingly arousing about knowing that my spanking was going to really happen after those little squirts leave my penis.

Actually, it is exciting because what comes next is terrifying, terrible, and inevitable. The sting of that feared paddle makes my bottom jiggle, sting, and catch fire while I fight to have my few seconds of painful pleasure. Sometimes it is just a relief as my frustration oozes out of the little guy. Other times, it is like the pain and struggle heighten my orgasm. It builds as I fight for release and when it finally happens, it is explosive and momentarily blocks out the assault on my bottom. Of course, it is over in a blink of an eye as the burn building on my bottom suddenly invades my consciousness crushing out the pleasure, ruining my orgasm, and leaving me wrecked and writhing.

I had been sent down to wait in the family room after getting the spoon upstairs. The spoon is a precision instrument. Wherever it lands, bee stings emerge. I pulled out a bar stool to sit on while waiting. She likes to walk in and see me nervously sitting there with my hard penis poking up from my lap. The bee stings fading on my bottom woke up as I sat down on the stool. Pre-cum emerged from my excited little guy. The stings weren't terrible but more like reminders of what was coming up next.

I touched my pee-pee and, of course, it felt great. I like to gently fondle myself while waiting. I know I shouldn't and that accidents could happen but I like being so excited and right on the edge. My wife likes seeing my excitement and frustration when she walks in. Sitting on the bar stool makes me look even more like a little boy too. I have to sit up straight and probably because I am nervous, I always just keep my legs together. Of course, my testicles would be uncomfortably crushed between my thighs so I have to position my pink shaved scrotum on top of my legs. This makes my little penis look positively tiny as he just barely emerges from my lap. The head gets a bluish tint especially in this position as I sit rigid like a choir boy. Pre-cum squeezes out of the tiny slit and I can't help but get it on my fingers. I mean, I can't really stroke the shaft like this so I just play with the tip and the super sensitive spot on the underside right below the head that I can't seem to stop touching.

The funny thing is that sitting like this, it seems strange to even refer to the little guy by adult words like penis, erection, dick or cock. Even though he is erect, he is just a little pee-pee. I've read of people using words like dicklet or boy-clitty when talking about men with little penises. I don't think the guys attached to those little members are going to get their bottoms spanked like little boys. No, I have a pee-pee and though touching it feels good like a regular penis, little boys that get spankings just have little pee-pees. That's all. Maybe when I finally outgrow needing to get spankings I can graduate to a dicklet but for now, nope, just a little pee-pee poking up from my lap.

Steadily oozing pre-cum made my fingers all slippery. A little of that stuff goes a long way and more was coming out than was needed to lube me up. It is silly that my pee-pee wants to do big penis things.

She made me wait only a little while and I just absentmindedly played with myself the whole time. I was right near the edge which is nothing I haven't done before. Then I heard the footsteps in the hall and if she had come downstairs, everything would have have been fine. But she didn't. She walked into the kitchen first and I had just a little more time to play with my little guy and that extra little time combined with the knowledge that she was on her way right now was a little too much. I think she put something away in the kitchen and was coming back down the hall when I realized that my penis play had gone on too long. Suddenly, as she started down the steps, I started to squirt.

It didn't shoot all over because I'm not a shooter; I'm a drooler if anything. I snapped my hand away as if it would help stop the inevitable but semen just pulsed out and ran down my little guy. I watched in shock as I had a complete ejaculation in just seconds that made a huge mess all over my tight little scrotum.

The horror of the moment didn't detract from it being a thoroughly wonderful orgasm. In fact, perhaps the horror made it even better. The contractions made my bottom tingled where it had felt like bee stings before. Something about sitting with my legs tight together, back straight, prim and proper, made it feel different than normal too and different can be better sometimes.

Of course, unlike my wife's orgasms that seem to go on for minutes, mine was over before she even got down the stairs and the reality was setting in as she walked around the corner.

There was no point in hiding what happened and it didn't matter anyway. The spanking was going to happen. Though we both like me to squirm my way to my little squirts over her lap, she knows that if an accident happens before then that am I still supposed to get spanked with the dreaded little hairbrush paddle anyway.

"I'm sorry," I blurted before she even noticed what happened. "It was an accident. I couldn't help it," I added pointlessly.

"What?" she said before pausing as her eyes caught sight of my still twitching little guy squeezing out the last drops of semen. "Oh, well, I see. That is a surprise," she said a little taken aback. I was a real mess and she isn't one of those people that likes anything about semen. The sticky mess had flowed quickly down the underside of my pee-pee and over my tight scrotum before pooling up in a little puddle between my legs. I had to keep my legs tightly together or it would pour right onto the seat of the chair. I was happy that I was sitting on one of my towels.

"I'm sorry," I offered again. "It just happened," I added running out of things to say.

She paused for a second not sure what to do next. I could almost see her reading through the playbook looking for the correct response to this admittedly rare situation.

"Please," I whined. "Do I have to get a spanking now?" I asked leading her on. "I promise I didn't mean to make squirtees." I couldn't believe that I was staying in the game. I could probably get out of it. I mean, it was over, right? I had my little spanking and emptied all my sticky stuff all over myself. It had even felt good and I was embarrassed and humiliated just like always. My bottom was pretty worked over too. It was going to sting for hours more and I would even feel it tomorrow I'm sure. I think she would completely understand if we were done for the night.  What was I doing this for? 

I didn't know why, but I felt like I needed to push a little, "I don't need more spanking; it was just an accident. I'll be good. I promise it will never, ever happen again. I promise!" I said completely in character. My softening penis twitched and pulsed a little as it retreated.

She quickly seemed to remember the rule. Nodding she said, "no, baby, you still need a spanking. Get up, fetch the paddle and don't you dare make a mess." 

It was done. This was going to happen and I finally understood why it had to happen: I needed it. The part of the spanking where I bravely take the pain and become a big boy again instead of a little baby hadn't happened. I need that but I also need to pay for my ill timed orgasm. What made it such a good little orgasm was knowing that those few seconds of pleasure were going to followed by a hard and thorough spanking. If I get away with it this time, then I won't be afraid next time and it won't be as good. It has to happen, I have to be made an example of even to myself. This is an example of what happens when little boys squirt all over themselves. Even though I made the rules, I can't break them.

Still feeling the afterglow a little, I started to get up and felt the stickiness all over my scrotum drip between my legs. So that I wouldn't drip on the floor, I grabbed my towel and held it against my crotch like a diaper as I stood up. The position must have looked pretty silly because I thought I heard my wife snicker a little as she turned and walked to the spanking chair. The little paddle was just on the bar where I had put it earlier so I didn't have to go far to fetch it. It is still always so awful having to bring her the paddle she is going to spank me with.

I have to say that the little walk to the chair was so much worse this time. Usually I have an erect penis just dying for release. He would lead me over to her like he was pointing the way. The start of the spanking meant that a squirt was about to happen and like Pavlov's dogs, he would drool in anticipation.

There was nothing good to look forward to today. My penis was shrinking fast and my bottom seemed swollen and sore already. I didn't want this spanking at all. My legs slid together lubricated by the slippery semen that had dripped between them. It felt sort of gross and it dawned on me that I was going to feel this lubrication as I kicked my legs during my spanking too.

I didn't really start to cry but I was feeling so sorry for myself that I was sniffling a little as I handed her the little ouchie paddle. She just nodded to her lap. I wanted to beg her not to spank me but I knew what I was supposed to say--what I had to say. "Please spank my naughty bottom really hard so that I learn to be a good boy," I whispered.

"Really hard?" she asked teasing me a little.

I paused, "yes, please. I was very naughty and, um, I, ah, need a good spanking," I stated quietly.

"OK, climb on over so I can blister your bottom," she said like an executioner to the criminal.

Keeping the towel in place was a little tricky but I climbed over her lap and kept it in place enough to keep my mess to myself. I wiggled into place but froze when I felt the cool wood tap my right cheek lightly. It was gone and then, well, then I got a real spanking. It wasn't at all like when I would get a spanking that would cause me to twitch and rub my sensitive penis on the towel. No, this was just stinging fire that was instantly blinding.

I was kicking and wiggling right away and my ouchie noises were louder than ever. I was sort of aware that she was alternating spanks between cheeks and that she was making sure everything was uniformly covered and on fire. Mostly I was just aware that the spanking was mind-erasingly intense. It seemed to last forever but it was probably only minutes later when she stopped. "Are you going to be a good boy now?" she asked.

"Ow, ow, owie," was all I could say as I tried to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. The spanking started again and I bucked and kicked wildly. I heard my own voice say "yes, yes, I'll be good!" loudly.

She stopped spanking me. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, ow, I won't..." and then I seemed to forget what I wouldn't do.

The spanking started again and she asked without stopping, "what won't you do again?"

I was falling apart. "I, ow, I won't, owie, no, owie, I won't make naughty squirties," I said hoping this was correct.

"OK," she said but kept spanking. "I hope you've learned your lesson, little boy. Now hold still for just a little more just to be sure."

The last little bit is just a blur but I remember it being hard and fast. I didn't stay still at all because I just couldn't. But then it really was over and her hand patting my bottom replaced the wood of the paddle.

"That's enough, for now," she teased. "Get up unless you want some more." I was off her lap in a flash. Of course, standing in front of her was no fun either. My brave erection was replaced by a soft little boy pee-pee and droopy testicles. Though the towel had absorbed most of my spillage, there was still some signs of my accident in the creases of my scrotum and between my legs. I was still shaking from the painful paddling. Tears were in my eyes and though I wasn't really crying, I felt like I looked, well, like a freshly spanked little boy. If I was smaller, I would have wanted to sit on her lap and hug her until she made me feel like everything was all better.

"Can, <sniff> can I have a hug," I asked softly. She nodded and I got on my knees, wrapped my arms around her, and buried my face in her neck. "Thank you for the spanking me," I said between sniffles. I wiped the tears in my eyes on her neck and hugged her tight.

A Spanking Request Speech

I need my little speech to her to be tight, concise, and precise. Let's see how this sounds:

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I've been naughty and annoying by being totally obsessed about sex. It is getting in the way of my work, workouts, keeping the house together. In addition, I am being a pest while you are busy. I have to learn to control myself and I need to be punished for slacking off and being a pest.

I need to have a night of spanking and punishment to learn self control. I need to get a spanking every 20 minutes or so in the hopes that I will learn to control myself. You start out not very hard. As long as I am a good boy, the spankings won't be very hard. But if my penis stays hard, I can't stop playing with myself, or I try to make my penis feel good during a spanking, then they will get harder. You can make me do things that are embarrassing or uncomfortable like take you to dinner with a stinging bottom, go to the store seconds after getting a big spanking, putting something in my bottom, making me wear something like stockings, your underwear, or clothes that emphasize my silly erection or spanked bottom. I would even like you poking fun at my ignored erection and the pre-cum it vainly produces.

I know that if I have an accident, I will get a real bottom blistering with the little nasty paddle but we are both hoping that I will learn my lesson before that becomes necessary. However, as it gets late, it is clear that you need to resort to more drastic measures: I need to be forced to make a mess and get a blistering with the paddle.

You can choose how I make my squirt: teased with a spoon spanking over your lap (always good), sent away to take care of myself (not my favorite), teased with a vibrator until I squirt, or whatever your devious mind can come up with. However it happens, it should be short and as unfulfilling as possible; we are just solving a problem so that I will fully appreciate my last spanking of the night.

Then, after that task is out of the way, I need to immediately fetch the paddle and ask you to give me the hardest spanking of the night. And please do. I need to be proud of what I endured. I will ask for it to stop by saying "red light" so don't worry about it being too much until I say that even if there is a lot of kicking, wiggling, and "ouch" noises. 

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Spanking Time, NOT Sexy Time

We have a nice collection of spanking implements but only three are really scary. There is a big paddle with holes in it that I call "The Finisher", a bath brush, and a hairbrush paddle. The Finisher is too big for when I am over her lap but when I am in that position, the bath brush and the hair brush paddle (shaped like a hair brush but doesn't have bristles and is made of very HARD wood) are perfect for lighting a fire on a little boy's bottom.

The brush paddles only come out at the end and usually only when I am about to ejaculate. Making a cummy during a spanking is, of course, very naughty. I seem to always have trouble not having a hard penis that eventually has an accident during my spankings. Spankings hurt so much but rubbing my hard little penis on her lap feels so good that it makes the spanking not so bad. Usually I have a little cummy, but when I am very naughty and get really big spankings, I sometimes don't squirt. 

After (or just before) I squirt, one of the brushes comes out and she steals my little orgasm by spanking me hard and fast with the most dreaded instrument. The orgasm is over quickly but the spanking afterwards doesn't last long either. It always seems to end too soon. I mean, I am begging for it to end but after it is over, I feel like I should have been braver and stronger.

What would happen if I had my ejaculation without permission, had to clean up, and then she used a brush on me? In other words, I would squirt and then have a nice long time to think about the brushing. Would it make the orgasm better or would it be completely unenjoyable? It sounds like a great idea now but I know that the second after my penis makes its little sticky puddle, I will change my mind. Of course, it doesn't matter what I feel at that moment; it would have to happen or it wouldn't be more than a fantasy.

In other words, the threat has to be real to actually have an affect. I can't change my mind or talk her out of it. After hand washing my cummy towel and wiping off my soft little penis, I'll have to take that long walk back to her. Standing in front of her the picture of a naughty little boy, I'll have to hand her the paddle and tell her why I deserve my spanking. What started as a game will end with a very serious and real spanking. No proud erection will protect me by making it erotic.

My naughtiness that starts this whole thing is actually sort of true: I am super and inappropriately horny. This isn't terrible so it won't be a super big spanking but spankings are supposed to have an affect. Instead, I'll be distracted by my own hard penis, fondling myself, rubbing and humping against whatever I am touching during the spanking. She will get sick of it and either make me go masturbate or tease spank me over her lap until I squirt (without permission so it will be super naughty). Then, I'll have to clean up the mess before going back over her lap for a super hard spanking with the brush.

The fantasy in my head was fueled by a picture from Tumblr:

Caught red handed. Well, actually, my hand was normal color but the penis in my hand was red, erect, and, of course, my own. She had been watching long enough to collect evidence but not long enough for me to masturbate to completion to the images on my computer screen. I had been working towards a slow build trying to time my orgasm with the video. It was a favorite of mine featuring a beautiful naked young woman being ruthlessly spanked. She valiantly holds position under the onslaught. Her bottom cheeks jiggle seductively at first caused by the paddle on her bottom but after she starts crying, it jiggles in time to her sobs. Near the end, she seems to give in even more into what I think looks like an orgasm of pain: a pain-gasm. I imagine taking her then. With her pain at maximum, her body convulsing, I would enter her and feel the spasms of her agony bring me to heaven. 

The spell is broken when I her my wife's voice. I am transported to a time when I was young, naive, careless, and irrepressibly horny all the time. My libido would cause me to take risks like masturbating at every opportunity, spying on every female at every opportunity when they might not be wearing clothes, attempting to buy the girly magazines from 7-11 (even though I was WAY underage), and then dumpster diving looking for porn when none could be purchased. 

I grew up in the time before the internet and never was at risk for being discovered looking at porn. I was never discovered masturbating either but it was a constant fear. I had no idea what would happen if I had been caught by anyone. I figured there would be a lecture and probably a whole bunch of embarrassment. It was too horrible to really contemplate. 

"I thought we agreed 'no internet porn' and 'no masturbating' without permission?" she asked not expecting an answer. I stopped immediately at the sudden intrusion into my fantasy. My penis flexed and pulsed as if annoyed by the unexpected disappearance of my hands which, of course, were now covering my face. I heard the girl become incoherent and knew that if I opened my eyes, I would see her convulsing under the spanking's climax.

The naughty man/boy, aroused and frustrated, is then spanked for not only breaking the rules but for his weak inability to control his silly little sex drive. Men outgrow their shameful adolescent ways. They gain control of themselves. Only the naughty ones need their wives to help them stay in control, correct, and punish them when they can't behave.

That plan was good, the backstory in my head was excellent, and it was just a matter of getting some privacy and time to make it happen. When it did happen, we didn't have much time. Still, I was able to tell her what I needed and she seemed to understand what I was after. All she needed to know was that I wanted to be spanked for not being able to stop playing with myself.

It was time for my spankings and since I hadn't been very naughty, she wasn't going to use the super ouchie brush "punishment" paddle as long as I was a good boy for my spankings. This meant taking my spankings bravely, without complaining, and especially without making any naughty cummy squirts. I shouldn't even try to have a cummy. She knows this is really hard for me and she knows that I don't like getting spanked after I squirt but she doesn't really understand that the threat of getting spanked after I squirt is super exciting to me. It is so scary knowing that it is going to hurt so bad without my hard penis to protect me.

I had to get out the punishment paddle even though she wasn't going to use it on me unless I was naughty. The little devil gives me butterflies in my stomach just to hold. Some of my worst spankings resulted from its use. As I got out the tools, I thought about how it had made me squirm, kick, and cry out in the past. My bottom tingled remembering how it had burned and stung.

During my swim earlier, I was thinking about the spanking to come and as I flutter kicked a length I pondered how I would probably kick my legs the same way during my hardest spankings. I didn't become erect but I filled out the little Speedo style swimsuit a little better than normal for a couple laps. I tried to actually kick like I was getting a spanking and, well, it may have improved my form a little.

I was well-behaved for the warm-up spanking but before climbing over her thighs, I stood next to her absentmindedly touching my scrotum with my left hand and my mostly erect penis with my right. I took my hands away like I was caught fondling myself only to let them wander back again like they had a mind of their own. 

Naked and over her lap with my cummy towels under my hard penis just in case of an accident, I stayed almost perfectly still. She was sitting against the headboard of the bed with her legs out straight and my naked body stretched over them. Every twitch I made because of the sting of the light paddle she was using made my excited penis rub on the towels. The stimulation was slight but wonderful. After a couple harder spanks, I humped a couple times. The tingling of the terry cloth towel caressing the glands of my erection offset the mild sting on my bottom. She knew what I was doing but ignored me.

The warm-up was just that: getting me ready for more. It was only becoming a little uncomfortable when we were done and I was sent to time out which involved doing some straightening up. I have little tasks to do between my spankings so that I can recover a little but also dread the next one. Otherwise, it is over too quickly. Anticipation and dread interspersed with progressively harder and more painful spankings is what I call Play Time.

There were only four spankings planned and if I made it through all of them, then there would be no punishment paddle time. Not every spanking has to be the worst one ever. Sometimes boys are only a little naughty, right?

The next spanking was with the leather slapper with me standing but bent over some pillows at the foot of the bed. After I was done with my chore, I told her I was ready and then sat down out of eyeshot. I started playing with my little guy and he came to life nicely. She walked in and caught me. I quickly took my hands away from what was clearly my very excited penis. She just smiled and pointed at the pillows I had stacked on the bed.

I made the mistake (intentionally) of laying on my penis instead of pointing it sort of back and down. The leather slapper isn't too severe but it does sting and it seemed to sting worse than normal. I humped the pillows obscenely like a little boy unable to control himself.

Humping the pillows was embarrassing. I wasn't really squirming because of the sting of the leather slapper; I was humping away trying to copulate with the pillows. My little erection tingled deliciously even while bees stung my bottom. I was a long way from orgasm but I felt naughty doing this in front of my wife.

She sent me to store when I was finished. I love going to store or dinner with a stinging bottom and the promise of more to come when I got back. I got dressed right after she stopped with the slapper. I was flushed, shaking, had tears in my eyes, a big erection, and a surprisingly stingy bottom. It still was burning when I got to the store. I tried not to have to talk to anyone but couldn't find what I needed and had to ask two young men working there where to go. I hoped that they didn't catch something in my voice that would give me away but there was a little hick that I hadn't expected.

The embarrassment of the encounter didn't help. My bottom tingled and the thought of getting caught or even anyone else knowing that I had been spanked and was going to be spanked more when I got home gave me an uncomfortable erection. I had to adjust myself a couple of times. I was too loud with the girl at checkout because I was so nervous and excited.

Of course, on the way home, it struck me that another spanking was planned for when I got home. Butterflies filled my stomach and I knew even without seeing it happen that I was pumping pre-cum.

After the car was unloaded and everything put away, I got undressed and reported to my wife that I was ready for the next part of my spanking. The next spanking was going to be with a big wooden spoon and me draped over an ottoman with my penis not under my stomach but pointed back and down the side. I got everything set up and put my towels in place to catch any pre-cum or ejaculation messes just in case. Then, kneeling on one of of the towels, I proceeded to gently stroke my erect penis and gently cup my swollen scrotum while waiting.

Normally I don't play with myself and I especially don't let her catch me playing with myself. Even though I heard her walking toward the room, I didn't stop and again she caught me masturbating. I didn't have to fake embarrassment, actually.

I climbed over the ottoman and got my naughty little guy positioned correctly. The ottoman is so low that I have to spread my knees wider than shoulder width in order for my stomach to be supported on top. With knees spread, my genitals are on display as is my secret between my cheeks. I like feeling this exposed and sort of wish she would do all sorts of unspeakable things to my bottom when I am like this; embarrassing, painful, intrusive, and unspeakable things but I am too scared to ask.

The spanking started and the small round end created little pockets of fire wherever it landed. She didn't go very fast but kept it unpredictable. Sometimes she would pause and watch me nervously twitch waiting for the next impact. She even patted my testicles gently once. I confessed to her that I like to be spanked on the sensitive spots with the spoon while like this and she painfully obliged.

Even in this position, I tried to stimulate myself but it is so frustrating. Only the top side of my penis can rub against the soft towels and it just isn't enough. It feels good and I think it probably looks obscene. I thought it would be cool to ejaculate like that and imagined spurting onto the towel on the floor. I also thought it would probably be a very unsatisfying orgasm and something about that made it exciting as well.

There was a real fire after the spoon. The next stop was going to be against the counter in the bathroom. I had told her that I was going to try to ejaculate with the spoon and the paddle in the bathroom and if I did, that would earn me the naughty paddle time. I have been able to pop against the counter but it was harder than I thought it would be because the position didn't give me enough downward pressure at the tip of my penis. It was a largely ruined orgasm but it was pretty cool watching it spurt all by itself.

Unfortunately, we were running out of time so we had to skip that part. We also didn't wait. Instead, she got back up on the bed and after placing my towels in position on her thighs, I climbed over.

There is something about knowing that an orgasm is going to happen that makes me happy even if my bottom is going to be set on fire at the same time. I started squirming expectantly right away; even before she started spanking. She had the smaller spoon (the Walmart spoon) and was clearly just giving me a teasing spanking.

While I squirmed and humped her lap masturbating myself to orgasm, I felt selfish and ashamed for both the fantasy of being the naughty sexually obsessed little boy but also as the man that needs his wife to take time out of her busy day to spank him. And now, rather than getting a good bottom blistering, I was busy gyrating on her lap trying to make my penis squirt out a little messy puddle of semen.

Suddenly, I realized that I was going to ejaculate. I quickly asked for permission and she made a funny little faux pas and said yes. I shook my head and she changed her answer to 'no'. I could hear her smile which was nice.

I asked again and she just answered, "you know it will cost you," and spanked a little harder. I was too close to ask again so I just mewed, "I can't hold it in. Its coming out! I'm sorry!" and the convulsed as I my penis pumped away.

She stopped spanking when I stopped writhing on her lap. I knew the script from here and didn't want to put any pressure on her to remember it so I hopped up and tried to look embarrassed and sorry. I had thought that it would be good to leave the little puddle on her lap, get the paddle, and then have to lay back over and put my penis in my messy again. She wasn't going to let that happen; she didn't want that on her lap at all. I shamefully picked up the towel and took it with me while I retrieved the brush paddle.

I was sort of hoping that I would still be slowly oozing semen as I got up off her lap. Like, I would be basically still in mid orgasm as I had to go get the paddle. I wasn't oozing very much but I wasn't steady on my feet either. My fantasy is to be basically a mess of pre-cum, cum, tears, crying, sobbing, and with a bright red bottom. It is never as messy as I would like and crying never happens for me.

I've had to come back after ejaculating a couple of times to be spanked more and it is a real act of willpower to do so. Everything that seemed like a good idea before, seems like a terrible idea after. My little guy was quickly deflating as was my courage. I had the little speech memorized because I was afraid that I would chicken out. Standing next to her when I got back I said as I handed her the paddle:

"I'm sorry I squirted and made a messy without permission. Please give me a big ouchie spanking for being so naughty."

Then I dove over her lap, buried my face in the comforter and grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands.

I kicked just like I did in the pool, tried not cry out, and held on tightly. My bottom felt swollen and each spank made it bounce. I wiggled and squirmed. It just hurt with impossible intensity. I wanted it to stop but I also needed to be brave and take as much as I could.

Mercifully, she stopped probably before I would have been completely broken. I think I wanted more but self-preservation kicked in so I stayed silent. Next thing I remember is sitting/kneeling in almost a fetal position next to the bed with my face covered feeling the intense chemicals roar into my brain. I was weak and exhausted. An hour later, a nap took me by surprise.

I woke up the next morning with a sore but tingling bottom. As I thought about what happened, my hard penis demanded my attention. Not having learned my lesson, I was naughty all over again.