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.
