Author's Note #2: This was inspired by a real life F/m domestic discipline blog post I read someplace complete with 'stock pictures'. I am indebted to that author for the core of the idea but I could not find that post to give credit where credit is clearly due. If anyone knows that of which I speak, please help me out.
She is driving to dinner but I will probably drive home. I think she is worried that after my punishment, maybe I'm not quite ready to drive yet. We did walk out of the house minutes after the last spank landed. I was still crying even as I got in the passenger seat. "You better dry those tears before we get to the restaurant," she mocked as we pulled out of the driveway.
She told me I would get a spanking before we went to dinner with friends this morning. I had been a little stinker, not really bad but just not very attentive to her needs. She wanted me back on task and knew that a couple trips over her lap would do the trick. The first trip was right after I was out of the shower and was just a teaser so that I would think about what I had coming to me all day long.
It didn't hurt too much but I also had a big erection the whole time as she warmed up my bottom with the stingy paddle. I just stood with my thighs against the counter, testicles resting on the cool granite, and stared into my own eyes in the mirror as she systematically warmed my bottom. My erection never sagged and even produced a big drop of pre-cum at the tip. It was over just as I started to feel some distress. These warmup spankings can't be too hard or I won't properly look forward to the real spanking later. It has to be hard enough to sting for a while and leave a pleasant tingle most of the day but it can't be so hard that I am too scared of what is to come. The idea is to make me erect and uncomfortable all day so that when it is spanking time, I am all worked-up and pop easily and quickly.
Then I had to put on my "you're getting a spanking" panties which are thin pink nylon and almost transparent. I like the feeling of the nylon against my erection but they don't fit very well. Women's panties on a guy usually don't fit perfectly but these are too small both in size and style. Granny panties would be better but these are smaller--almost bikini panties. They are too tight, just barely contain my cheeks, and everything is cramped in front. The tip of my erect penis is almost at the too tight waist band.
I soaked through the nylon at work. My erection was drooling all day making them wet and even more see-through The few times I had to pee, I did so almost fully erect. I knew the spanking would hurt real bad but I still find the idea of my spankings to be very exciting. Memories of being a spanked by my mother, sister, baby-sitters, and girl friends interrupted my work all day.
She called me in the afternoon and told me to expect to be spanked before and after dinner. She likes to do that to me because she thinks it is cute to watch me sit uncomfortably all through dinner and then try to delay the inevitable as long as possible after dinner.
We also had to hurry the first spanking because the dinner reservations were early. I was excited hoping that I would still have my erection to protect me during the spanking before dinner. My erection is my spanking superpower equipping me with the ability to maybe not enjoy but at least tolerate a hard spanking with a small amount of my masculinity intact.
I got home on time. It is always tempting to be late when you know that you are time-bound. I was afraid to do that and deep inside I was so excited about getting my spanking that I almost hurried home.
She wasn't quite ready for me when I walked in the door. She told me to take everything off but my "pretty panties" and wait in the den. I went to the den and my heart sank. The big plugin vibrator was waiting already plugged in right next to the hairbrush. This is always bad but my stupid penis just pulsed a little more pre-cum into my already soaked panties.
The wait was torture. The head and the top third of my shaft showed through the thin wet fabric. My scrotum was a tight little ball ready for just a little stimulation to give it an excuse to pump the semen out. My bottom had stopped stinging by lunch but now tingled in anticipation.
She rushed into the room and gave her signature tsk-tsk sound when she saw my arousal. "I was afraid of that," she commented taking a seat in front of me. "We will need to take care of your little problem before your spanking, I think," she commented mostly to herself as she switched on the vibrator.
Sometimes she teases me a little by vibrating my testicles or just the base of my penis. In the past, she has sometimes kept the speed low for a while or even let me get close to the edge a couple of times. Not this time. The speed was immediately on high and she meant business. Clearly she was sending a message that my behavior needed adjustment.
It took less than a minute with the machine lightly pressing against my erection just below the head before I ejaculated. She pulled it away the second I started to pulse ruining my little orgasm. We both watched as I pumped even more fluid into my panties making a mess that ran all the way down the shaft. It was so frustratingly close to a real orgasm that I moaned "no" as I twitched. I stood there with my legs tense and pressed tightly together, tight fisted, and teeth clenched as I humped the air trying to prolong and intensify my orgasm.
Even though it was a ruined orgasm, it wasn't really completely over when she patted her towel covered lap. On wobbly legs I went over and then just held on. She started straight away with the brush and though not fast or too hard, it immediately strung ferociously. After making a couple passes up and down both cheeks, she picked up speed and intensity on the 'naughty' parts as I like to call them. My bottom was compressed in the little panties and bounced embarrassingly as I fell apart, lost my composure, kicked, wiggled, and became that naughty little boy that got spankings growing up.
She finished abruptly and made me stand up, immediately put on my clothes, and walk out the door. I was sobbing a little and the tears in my eyes made the world all watery. My little penis fit better in my soiled panties I noticed as I pulled up my pants.
She has this look of satisfaction in the glow of the dashboard lights listening to me sniffle. It was a hard spanking even though it wasn't technically on the bare bottom, but it wasn't even the last one today. "I told Jen that you were getting a spanking after work and might be a little quiet at dinner," she announced and then smiling an evil smirk. "And I invited them back to the house after dinner to witness your bedtime spanking. Jen was a little unsure about that so we'll see."
I am speechless. No one as far as I knew had any idea that this was a part of our lives. Maybe the neighbors had suspicions based on noises they heard but I certainly hadn't told anyone and I didn't know if she had.
"That isn't a problem, is it?" she asks rhetorically. I answer "no" in a completely unconvincing voice. "Oh don't worry," she assures me also unconvincingly.
The restaurant isn't far from our house and I am still just recovering as we arrive. I try to look normal as we walk to the door but the burning of my bottom, the gooey mess in my pants, and the new information that our friends will know about my spankings make that very difficult.
Jen and Dan are already there and greet us warmly with smiles but I am reading more into that than perhaps I should. As we sit down, I can't help but grimace a little on the hard chair. "Rough day?" jokes Dan with a wink.
My wife answers for me, "he has had a rough day. I gave him a good dose of the brush just before we came over and he didn't seem to enjoy it very much at all. Well, not that part. And then he didn't open the door for me when we got here so, as I thought, he will need some more when we get home. Will you be joining us?"
Jen looked at Dan and after a big pause, "we talked about it and we would both like that. I wasn't sure about Dan this afternoon which is why I hesitated. If it won't be weird for you guys, it sounds, um, great, I guess."
"No, it won't be weird for me," my wife quickly responds. "It might be for you a little. Watching a grown man strip naked for a bare bottom spanking that leaves him crying might be a little strange."
I carefully inspect the place mat throughout all of this.
"I should warn you, though," my wife continues, "Billy thinks getting a spanking is very exciting. He can be quite aroused and even sometimes ejaculates. I am not sure if he will, you know, 'like it' like it that you are there."
There is a long pause where I continue to inspect the intricate weave of the place mat and apparently everyone is staring at me.
"Billy, what do you think about them coming over after dinner to watch your bedtime spanking? Do you think you will be 'happy' about that?" she asks like I'm just a child.
My soft penis flexes a little giving me my answer.
"I, um, I think I will, um, probably have an erection," I mumble.
"Do you think you will have a squirt ready to make before your spanking?" she asks her naughty little boy.
"I don't know," I mumble. "Probably," I add quietly.
"Well, there it is," she says to Jen and Dan. "See, sometimes if I want to make sure that he 'appreciates' his spanking, I will make sure that he ejaculates before we start. Other times I just let nature take its course. Before his spanking before we came over, I let him have a little squirt just to be sure nothing distracted him from the hairbrush. We didn't have a lot of time, so it was all very quick."
A waiter cuts her off and thankfully the subject is dropped. It turns out to be a nice dinner and I stop feel embarrassed and sorry for myself as we talk about normal things. After entrees are finished the table is clear, that sense of doom invades my stomach as I realize that she will shortly reignite the fire on my backside. I pray silently that everyone will want dessert as my penis slowly unfolds in my now crusty panties. I twinge a little as the dried semen pulls on the sensitive skin of my glans as I swell to full size in the little panties. The waiter brings a dessert menu as I blush.
"I'll just leave this here," he says before walking away.
"Are we having dessert?" Dan asks.
"I'm OK," Jen responds as they both look at us.
"I wouldn't mind dessert," I offer.
"Oh, Billy, you just know what will happen sooner if we don't have dessert. Your vote doesn't count," my devious wife quips. "We have some cookies at our house. Let's go back there and we can have some cookies while Billy gets his spanking."
For the record, "Billy" is my spanking name. Everyone knows me as William but she calls me Billy when I am going to be spanked.
They all agree, the waiter is called, the tab settled, and all too soon, we are walking to the car. I drive home just under the speed limit and very carefully. I don't want to make her angry but I don't want to hurry either.
"When we get home, I think you should just undress down to your spanking panties, go to the kitchen, get those cookies, and then just bring them to the den, understand?" she asks calmly.
"OK," I say far less calmly.
In the bedroom, I take off and put away my clothes and then take a look at myself in the mirror. The panties are a stained mess and my man size penis presses lewdly against a new fresh wet spot. I am mostly hairless and feel like I look like the little boy that received all those formative spankings when I was younger.
I walk undetected to the kitchen to the sound of talking and laughter emanating from the den. I am keenly aware that my bottom jiggles a little with every step. Then, with the tin of cookies strategically placed in front of me, I enter the Den. The conversation doesn't end with my presence which is actually sort of comforting. Jen is holding the vibrator and I realize that the conversation was about how my ejaculation was triggered before my spanking.
"Can I turn it on?" she asks. My wife waves and says, "sure! knock yourself out."
Jen turns it on low and we all watch the flat "back massager" attachment blur. "Wow, that is pretty intense. It must not take long at all for him to cum with this monster," she speculates out loud.
Like Pavlov's dog, my erection responds to the sound and sight of the vibrator, pulses and leaks into my pretty pink panties.
"It doesn't take long at all!" my wife exuberantly answers. "I think he started to squirt in less than a minute earlier today. It was less than a minute, right dear?" she says pulling me into a conversation I absolutely don't want to have.
"Yes, it was very fast," I say before a pause as everyone looks at me to continue. "She, um, only, you know, lets me start my squirt. She pulled it away right after it started so I didn't, um, it wasn't a good squirt, is what I mean. It was very frustrating." Why am I saying this?
"Well, it looks like you are ready for another squirt," Jen giggles. "Did you make him do it into those panties?" she asks turning to my wife. "They are a mess!"
"Yup," my wife says with a big smile, "and then he got his hairbrush spanking right--I mean right--afterwards. He always gets spanked with the hairbrush after he ejaculates. Isn't that right dear?"
I just nod.
"He seems to really not like those spankings but knowing that he will get the hairbrush makes him really hard and he has very intense orgasms. I think it is cute and even when he deserves his spanking, I don't mind him having a little fun before his punishment." I blush and inspect the carpeting. "He is embarrassed. I suppose I should stop torturing him and get this over with. Would you like to make another little squirt, Billy?" she asks me.
"Yes, ma'am," I whisper.
"And what will happen after you squirt?"
My penis throbs lewdly for all to see as I answer, "I'll get a hard spanking with the hairbrush."
"Of course," she affirms. "Jen, could you hand me the vibrator?" "Aw, I wanted to do that part," Jen whines a little drunkenly causing Dan to laugh.
"That's fine with me. Let him have a nice big squirt and then I'll finish his punishment. Billy, hand Dan the cookies and let Jen help you squirt."
The steps toward the couple are on rubbery legs. Dan takes the cookies from me and nonchalantly takes one from the tin. Jen turns on the vibrator and tentatively extends it towards my crotch. It is electric when it touches and more big drops of pre-cum escape. She bites her lip sensuously enjoying the power in her hand. Gently she runs the flat end of the machine up and down my shaft and even tickles my scrotum a little. A little 'oh' escapes my lips and the impending orgasm builds. She teases me a little by avoided the more sensitive places and everyone seems to enjoy watching me sweetly suffer.
"Jen, when you are ready, let him have a nice orgasm; I want him completely empty for his spanking." my wife instructs. Jen teases me a little more keeping the vibrator at the base on my shaft before slowly guiding it up toward the tip. My breathing becomes ragged and uneven just before I explode. My panties quickly again fill with my semen as Jen holds the vibrator lightly against my frenulum. My bliss runs its course and she only moves it away when I visibly relax.
"Very good, OK, time for the hairbrush," my wife says in a sing-song voice. "Come over here, baby and let's take off those panties." Again on unsure legs I walk the two steps to her side and she hooks her fingers into the waistband. My softening penis yields has she pulls them down my thighs. As I take over pulling the sticky pink mess off my feet she says, "are you going to make a fuss like you did earlier?"
"No, I'll be good," I answer quickly realizing where this is going.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure, wipe yourself off with your panties," which I do as she pauses and then adds, "If you can stay quite and be a big boy, then I won't make you put those in your mouth but if you get out of hand like you do sometimes, well, you know what will happen."
"I'll be good; I promise!" I declare boldly and foolishly.
"Hmmm, I bet. Whatever. Over you go," she directs as I topple over her lap. She wastes no time getting started and I almost immediately cry out. "Now hush; don't embarrass yourself," she chides.
It seems to go on so long. I bite into my arm to keep from making too much noise but I kick and wiggle while my already damaged backside is punished. The sting quickly turns to fire as I try to see how our guests feel about this. Through tears I can make out that they are both eating cookies and are completely transfixed on my backside. They are both at the edge of their seats.
She finishes with a flurry of hard spanks right where my bottom meets my thighs which cause me to vocalize loudly and shamefully like a little boy being spanked by mommy.
"Oh don't be such a baby," she says as I sob self-consciously over her knees. "Get up, get up, its all over."
I struggle to my feet still holding the balled up soiled panties in my left hand. She pats the seat next to her and I sit down still sniffling.
The next fifteen minutes are a blur as I try to focus on the conversation in spite of how bad my bottom hurts. Ironically, the topic of conversation is mostly about my bottom and why it stings so bad which made it even harder to distract myself. My post-ejaculation penis oozes a little more as he retreats even further. Jen kept handling the vibrator and my wife never put down the hairbrush. Jen quizzes my wife about every aspect of how and why she spanks me. After a while, I notice that Dan is participating less in the conversation and starting to look a little concerned himself. What might have started as my problem perhaps was becoming his as well.
An hour later, Jen and Dan make their exit. We walk them to the door and as we wave goodbye, my wife taps the hard wood of the hairbrush against my burning bottom. My little guy swells a little in response as she whispers, "good boy," into my ear.
Wow!
ReplyDeleteI could have, might have, written something like this, at the height of my writing frenzy. I felt a stir if appreciation in my groin.