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.
