Thursday, November 26

MMA Fighting

Not sure if you guys know this, but I've been doing some kickboxing at the gym. My husband talked me into it. He's all into MMA and trains a bit. We watch the fights together even. Poor Ronda! Congratulations to Holly!

I thought it was time david and I sparred a bit. Yes he outweighs me, is much taller and stronger, and has more skill. But I hold the ace: I make the rules!

So I got into my little black shorts, a sports bra, and little black top that I tied up to show off my tummy (he likes my tummy - I work hard at it, he better). The little black shorts show off my backside nicely as well...

Then I wrapped my hands and put on my pink (of course) boxing gloves.

He put on his shorts and top and his black boxing gloves. We cleared out the furniture in the living room and I set the rules. We were to do three three-minute rounds of standup fighting. Then we would take off the gloves and do two three-minute rounds of grappling. I setup a round timer app on my iPhone for eight three-minute rounds with one minute breaks between (you'll learn why the extra three rounds soon enough!)

The rules for standup were as follows.
  1. He was not allowed to punch me in my face or head, but he could hit me, lightly, in the body and legs.
  2. I could go as hard as I wanted anywhere on him. He ought to know how to defend himself, right?
The rules for grappling were
  1. You get points for removing your opponents clothing, for groping them, for smacking their ass, and for putting them into humiliating positions.
  2. Of course there was no striking by him anywhere except lightly on my ass to get spank points.
  3. I could strike him anywhere, and as hard as I wanted.
  4. Usual banned moves in grappling, except my squeezing his balls was definitely allowed, but him squeezing my tits hard was definitely not (a gentle grope was fine, assuming he could get it).
  5. While I would get points for putting him into humiliating poses, he was not allowed to put me into any humiliating positions at all.
  6. If I was moving him into a humiliating pose, he was not allowed to stop me.
  7. If he managed to get a dominant position or a submission hold he had to let go of it right away.
  8. If I got a dominant position I could stay there as long as I wanted.
  9. If I got a submission on him I would instantly win.
  10. He was not allowed to rip or completely remove any of my clothing (but he could bare my ass or tits by lifting or lowering if he was man enough while I elbowed him in the face).
  11. Once I started removing any of his clothes, he was not allowed to stop me by holding them in place (he could wiggle to try to get away though).
And to determine the ultimate winner:
  1. If the contest went to the judge's scorecard, I would be the sole judge.
I think it was a pretty fair contest, no?

And the stakes were pretty high, let me tell you. Loser had to get spanked by the winner for one three-minute round; had to suck cock for one three-minute round, and had to take it up the ass for one three-minute round. I sure hoped it wouldn't be me losing! Can you imagine my Lilly-white ass getting a spanking from him? Or me on my knees sucking his cock?? Or worse still, me bending over and him fucking my tight little asshole with his cock??? I would have to bring my A-game for sure to beat such a formidable opponent as my david!

We were ready to go.

DING! Round One!

I slugged away at his face but mainly punched his gloves as he was cowering behind them. I let go one into his rib cage that made him say "Ooof!" I backed away and he came after me. I let him have a front kick to his belly. That's my best kick! Totally caught him with it. His punches were really slow, but he tapped me lightly once or twice on my body. What a total wimp. I was beating his ass! Yay! Once he almost punched me in the face, but for some reason the punch stopped before it even touched me. Ha! I let him have one into his ribs for his trouble! Who's 'yo Mama? We got close and we clinched up. I pulled his head down and tried really hard to knee him in his balls. But he was onto me and kept my hips pushed away so I couldn't quite reach his precious family jewels. When we broke the little shit kicked me in the legs. Ouch! Little bitch. I was going to really let him have it but he got saved by the round one bell. Lucky he got the bell or I would surely have knocked him unconscious!

Nice workout. It got a little sheen of sweat on the both of us. This fighting shit is fun!

DING! Round Two!

We came out and touched gloves. Pretty much a repeat of the first round. He seemed totally unable to get anywhere near my head, and he covered up pretty good, and was pretty good at dodging and weaving (read: running away) so it was hard for me to really clock him. I did get a few more T kicks into his soft belly. And ripped some good shots into his ribs. He did manage to punch me gently in the tummy, and kick me in the legs and side, but they were pathetically light, and I taunted him with "Is that all you got, bitch?!"

DING! Round Three!

This time I was serious. He was going DOWN!

I came out swinging and made him cower behind his gloves. When he was all covering up I gave him a good kick to his leg. Let him get a taste of his own medicine! It was pretty much a repeat of the last round. He kept aiming for my face and head and totally missing. And any blows he got through to my body and legs were weak like a baby. Meanwhile I teed off on him with good hard kicks and punches that had him cowering and begging for his Mommy. Unfortunately, by the end of the round he was still standing, but the score was CLEARLY three to nothing for me.

By this time, we both had a really good sweat going on. We took off the gloves and wraps. I paused the clock while we got ready for the grappling. He kept foolishly taunting me, saying the wrestling was coming up and how he was so much bigger, stronger and more skilled that I would be stripped bare and have to get spanked, suck cock, and take it up my ass. In his dreams, I told him. I was up three rounds and I had no intention of losing this match, even if I could.

We put some Yoga mats down on top of the carpet. I unpaused the timer. He was already kneeling on the ground. I looked down at him. "You're going down, bitch!" I told the cocky little bastard.

I knelt in front of him and the timer went off for the first round of mixed grope-strip grappling.

DING! Round Four!

Not even close! Every time he seemed to get the advantage I easily reversed him and got on top. Once or twice, when I was in guard, he got a little titty squeeze in.

He paid for each squeeze in spades with my elbow into his guts after I got back on top, which was surprisingly easy.

We were rolling around on top of each other. Both of us were super sweaty. He got a little spank in onto my ass. I returned the favour with a hard whack to his and a deep wedgy. He did manage to pull my shorts down a bit and grope both bare and covered ass. But I quickly reversed the situation and put him into one awkward position after another. As he was  leaning over me once I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. That slowed him down. I jumped around onto his back and pulled the shirt clean off him. His shorts were next. I reached out and squeezed his balls. That took the wind out of his wrestling sails! He went to his belly to try to protect his precious little balls. I took the opportunity to pull his shorts down to mid-thigh and spank him over his undies. That earned me big humiliation points! But he put up a struggle and managed to get away from me and retain his shorts by the end of the round.

DING! Round Five!

Bitch was mine this round!

This time I gave him a slap across the face which seemed to surprise him. Using that, I knocked him over and went back to work on his shorts. This time I got them down and right off him. I waved them around in the air in triumph, taunting the little underweared bitch, and threw his forfeit gym shorts across the room.

The rest of the round was pure humiliation for him. No matter what he did he could not stop me from lowering his undies and smacking his bare ass, or showing off his bare penis to the "crowds" (we were broadcast on Pay-Per-View you know). Each time he pulled his undies back up, then each time I went in for the kill again, stealing his modesty anew. At one point I stacked him so that his heels were over his head and his ass was high in the air. I pulled his shorts down his legs and smacked his bare ass. I spread his cheeks so the cameras would have a bird's eye view of his open asshole. He was totally humiliated live on PPV. This little bitch would not be able to show his face in an MMA gym again!

I finished him by stripping his undies clean off and sitting on top of him.

He was buck naked on Pay-Per-View. Beaten by a girl! Ha Ha! Just then the round timer went off ending the final round. I stayed on him, making him say "Uncle" and admit that he lost the match fair and square. I stood up and celebrated my victory! Girl Power!

I told him we still had three rounds left, and made him tell me what each round would consist of.

"Spanking, cock-sucking, and ass fucking," he moaned.

I made him get on his knees, spread his legs, raise his ass, arch his back, and put his face on the mat. That's how he would be spending the one minute rest between the remaining rounds.

I know, too bad for him. He was so close to being able to spank and dominate me with his cock. So close. He just wasn't able to pull it off. Now he would be suffering the consequences of taunting me with that fate.

I decided he'd get his spanking right in the middle of the wrestling ring. I fetched an implement. A thin stingy hardwood paddle. I only had three minutes to spank his ass and I wanted to leave an impression. I knelt on one knee and made him bend over my other. I held him there like that and waited for the bell.

DING! Round Six!

I started going at him...

Oh yes, it was that humiliating! Spanked naked across a woman's knee in front of millions of home viewers. His penis, testicles, and asshole waving in the air for all to see as he received his womanly comeuppance with my hard little paddle.

I went at him hard and fast. I maintained a cadence of between one and two paddle strokes per second. Three minutes? That's likely somewhere around 300 paddle strokes! Well if he's going to lose a fight to a girl, that's what he gets. I can't do anything about that. I REDDENED that ass! It was fire engine red and turning white in the middles before I was done. He was literally begging for it to stop, but the round timer was relentless: his cruel Mistress Siri.

Finally, to his immense relief, the round timer signaled the end of his three minutes of ass blistering paddling. I pushed him off my leg and he rolled around on the ground clutching his ass. What a spectacle he was making of himself. Big tough MMA fighter! Dick flopping on his belly as he rubbed his girl-smacked ass. Well a bet's a bet and that's what losers get: a good old-fashioned ass cracking across the winner's knee!

I put him back into kneeling position and got ready for round seven. I had to pause the timer to get enough time to get my strap-on properly attached. I re-started the timer and went to stand in front of him.

DING! Round Seven!

I made him kneel in front of me. I grabbed his hair, and I pulled him down onto my big hard dick. He put his mouth around it and went deep. No no. I told him to kiss it first. To work the tip with his tongue. To take in only a little bit at first. He needed to do it properly!

Before the end of the round, I did however have him deep-throating that cock. I am so impatient with the gagging! He really needs to learn to get that throat open more.

As he sucked, I made him spit on his hand and play with his hard cock, as it was clearly excited sucking dick.

All too soon his three minutes of public cock sucking were over as the bell rang again.

I made him resume his kneeling position for the one minute rest period. I asked him if he wanted me to use his rest period to loosen up his asshole with a finger fucking, or if he was going to take the dick in cold into his ass at the next bell. The little princess practically begged me for his finger fucking!

I paused the timer so I would have more time to properly loosen him up.

I got some lube, got behind him, and stuck a digit right up there. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped my finger in and out of his ass. First one finger, then two, and then three. I couldn't believe he had begged me for this finger fucking. Bad enough he was going to get sodomized by a woman on Pay-Per-View, but to be finger fucked by her first? Disgraceful!

When I judged him loose enough to take my cock up his ass, I pulled out my finger and wiped it on a paper towel. He was clean back there. I guess he was expecting this outcome.

Before restarting the timer, I sneakily adjusted the round length to ten minutes without him knowing. He would think this next "three minute" round was endless!

DING! Round Eight!

I lined up my big white dildo on his asshole and pushed in. He moaned, but his asshole opened like a flower and sucked in my cock like magic. I started the pumping action.

Poor little bitch. First he gets beat by a woman. Then he gets spanked like a woman, made to suck cock like a woman, finger-fucked ass high like a woman, and now cock-fucked like a woman doggy style. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped him. When I judged we were about half way through I pulled out and put him on his back. I made him raise his knees. I knelt low in front of him, and re-inserted from the front, missionary position.

I lowered my top so that he, and the whole Pay-Per-View audience, could see my bare breasts. I'm a woman and proud of it, and proud of my breasts. I wanted no doubt in his, or anybody else's mind, that he was being fucked like a woman, BY a woman. My proud bare titties were a symbol of that.

"Is the timer on?" he asked.

"Yup. Set for three minutes. Is it feeling longer than that, loser bitch?"

I bent backwards to thrust deeper. And I also made him work to fuck himself on my dildo. I squirted lube on his cock and told him to get himself off while my penis was inside of him.

He rubbed, moaned, and wiggled on my cock. I taunted him, "are you going to cum for me bitch? Huh? Are you 'gonna cum with a big hard cock up your ass? Show off your true colours?"  It was all too much for him. He completely disgraced himself with a messy ejaculation on his tummy and chest with my cock buried deep into him to the hilt.

Literally ten seconds later, the bell went off ending the event. Ha Ha! He didn't even go the distance!

I pulled out of him and cleaned off my dildo (it wasn't messy). I grabbed him by the hair and made him kneel. I told him to look into the camera so the whole PPV audience could see a beaten little bitch. I scooped up his cum with my fingers, pushed it into his mouth, and made him swallow. I stuck my fingers into his mouth and made him suck on them to clean them up, and swallow any remaining goo.

I then took off the strap-on and stripped off all my clothes. I put him on his back on the mat and sat on his face.

I made him lick pussy until I came.

Isn't that just so humiliating for him? To have to have his face sat on and perform cunnilingus on my cunt while the whole world watches?

 Serves the bitch ride for challenging me!

Saturday, November 14

F'ing B*tch

Oh boy did I have to ever punish my husband the other day!

He was driving in traffic in the city, I was in the car, and another driver cut him off. It was pretty egregious. They cut right in front crossing three lines of traffic causing david to have to brake hard, and then cut into a right turn only lane, and then went straight through the intersection cutting off another car and not even turning right! In the natural flow of traffic we happened to catch up and it turned out it was a female Asian driver (Chinese I believe). Fairly young looking. Fairly oblivious looking. david glared at her (she did not even see) and then muttered "fucking bitch".

Ooooh! He didnt! Nice opportunity for a scene.

My response was, "she is a fucking bitch and I'd tell her that to her face. But YOU NEVER use those words to refer to a woman!"

"sorry..." he said.

"Not as sorry as you'll be after I get you home," I told him in a sing-song voice. That's the same voice I use when I'm giving him his hardest beatings.

Knowing he was going to get a punishment calms him, and the rest of the drive was peaceful with him driving like a little lamb.

As soon as we got in the door back home I told him "Into your panties, nothing else, and then nose against the living room wall."

"yes ma'am"

He went up to our bedroom to strip and don his punishment panties, and then came back downstairs sheepishly, shuffling up against the wall so that his nose touched. I got some scotch tape, made him put his hands behind his back, wrists overlapping, pulled his arms together uncomfortably close, and scotch-taped his wrists, round and round.

I then went upstairs and brought his ball gag back down, my heavy wooden hairbrush, and my Delrin Cane.

I put the ball gag into his mouth and tightened it uncomfortably hard at the back. I find if you don't do it really really really hard, it loosens a lot as his mouth stretches. He had used his mouth to utter something offencive to women. The punishment was that he would not be allowed to use his mouth for a while. Very fitting I thought.

I then got a "toonie" (a Canadian two dollar coin - in common circulation here) and made him hold it against the wall with his nose.

So there was my boy. Dressed in nothing but his pink polka dottie lace trimmed panties, hands painfully scotch-taped behind his back, ball gag inserted painfully deeply, holding the toonie up against the wall with his nose.

Then I sentenced him. By the time I was done, he would know he was punished.

"That is language I NEVER want to hear from you directed at a Woman. You will stand there like that for ONE FULL HOUR."


"If that coin falls I'll use the Delrin Cane on your bare ass so hard and for so long that I guarantee you'll wish you hadn't dropped it, and then we'll just start your timeout again from the beginning, and after you'll still get the full punishment I intend to give you anyways except right on top of those stripes."

david needs motivation to get through a full hour of such uncomfortable corner time, and the prospect of a Delrin Caning would be his. And he knows I'm dead serious. I never fuck around with a threat I'm not perfectly willing to carry out.

"After your corner time you're coming across my knee for a spanking, and then I'll teach you the meaning of the phrase 'fucking bitch' in this house."

With that I reached out and pulled his panties down to just beneath his cheeks. I then measured the Delrin across the crest of his buttocks, said "don't you dare drop that coin" and let loose one very hard stroke straight across his ass. david gurgled a scream into his ball gag and contorted terribly but did not let the coin drop. One angry thick cane welt came up right across the middle of his ass. It was a hard stroke! I then stuck the cane between his cheeks and told him to clench it there, and told him that the same as what goes for the coin goes for the cane. Let him be bare-ass, single-striped, and clenching the thick Delrin with his rear cheeks for his one hour timeout to better contemplate what happens if he drops that coin or cane. The cane sort of stuck out from his ass crack at a forty-five degree angle the way I had wedged it in on top of his pulled-down panties, and under his balls.

Now, if you've never been made to experience it before, let me tell you that a full one hour timeout is difficult at the best of times for a male, much less when bound and gagged so uncomfortably and holding up a coin with his nose. I am fully aware of the implications of ONE FULL HOUR. He craves being dominated and punished by a woman. Well here it is and no joke about it. And a dreadful caning to boot, a tiny welting taste of which he had just received, if he so much as moves a muscle and loses that coin or cane to the floor. Just imagine having to clench your ass cheeks for a full hour. They would be jelly by the time he was done!

I then went about my business and roundly ignored him until his hour was up. The lovely thing about this punishment with arms bound is that there is no hiding a coin drop, and therefore no need for close supervision.

Not surprisingly, by the end of the hour he was still standing there. His legs were quivering, the poor dear, but he was still standing there and still desperately holding that coin and clenching that cane. The cane had for sure drooped and he was sticking his ass out a bit more, as it looked like the coin had slid down the wall a bit, his face with it. But he had successfully gotten through his timeout avoiding consequences of a caning and a repeat performance.

I removed the cane from between his ass cheeks, tossed it to the side, pulled up his panty, removed the coin from betwixt wall and nose, and told him to stand up straight and wiggle the stiffness out. I left him in his ball gag and with his wrists bound. He did a nice little panty dance for me, trying to wiggle out all that soreness from one hour of punishment.

I then picked up my hairbrush and grabbed him by the arm and conducted him over to the three-seater sofa. I sat in the middle and pulled him over my knee.

I started him off with a very thorough hand spanking. It was very much along the same lines as how Chris punished Joseph from my last blog post (I discovered Spankingtube!). I lowered his panties to his knees and made sure to redden his ass all over and have him squirming.

Then I picked up the hairbrush and proceeded with the punishment itself. It was delightful with him ball gagged and wrists bound, as he was going nowhere. As usual, I made him kick and cry out and scream (all muffled by his gag). That hairbrush can really punish! I drove my point home with a lecture about respect for Women.

As I paused, I saw that I had really reddened every inch of his ass and upper and inner thighs. In fact, it looked like he was wearing crimson board shorts by the time I was done! It was so striking that I helped him to his feet, and then had him lie face up back down onto the couch. I then used my hand to slap the fronts and top insides of his thighs and his shaved pubis until they glowed bright pink as well to complete the 360 effect. Naturally I had to manipulate his genitals out of the way to reach certain places, an operation I was none too gentle with much to his distress. I was still "angry wife" at this point in our scene!

With his spanking done I helped him to his feet again, and then cut the scotch tape off his wrists, and peeled the sticky bits a bit painfully from his gently furred wrists.

I then took him by the hand upstairs to the master bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. I made him kneel in front of the sink. I removed his ball gag. david moved his jaw painfully. He had had his jaw stretched for well over an hour and it was sore as well.

I picked up a thick bar of soap and started lathering it up. I told him to open, and I washed out his mouth with soap. Lots and lots of thick lathery soap.

I told him this is what would happen to him every time he used words that he was not permitted to. I then put the bar of soap into his mouth and made him hold it there.

Then it was off to the bedroom for the final phase of his punishment. I had him face up on the bed, still holding onto that bar of soap in his mouth. I put on my largest strap-on dildo, Adam. I asked david if he would like to take Adam right away, or be stretched first? He communicated that he desperately wanted to be stretched first.

I got out his vibrating butt plug, lubed it, and inserted it with his legs raised and his panties around his ankles, and then turned it on to high. I played with it and his penis and balls. I then got out my little flogger and flogged his ass and private parts just because I was bored and wanted to fuck him. After a few minutes I popped out the vibrator and knelt up on the bed to position myself to fuck him missionary style.

I pushed the bulbous head of the dildo into his ass. He cried out into the soap when I moved too fast. I accommodated him, to a point, but eventually pushed through and deep into him.

He looked just like in the picture above. Asshole widely distended. Penis flaccid. Then I started in on the fucking, looking him straight in the eye. He was so cute clutching that bar of soap in his mouth!

"Who's the bitch now?" I asked. "Who's the fucking bitch now? Are you my bitch? Are you my bitch that I use for fucking? Does that make you my fucking bitch? Yes it does, you fucking bitch don't you ever use language like that to refer to a woman!"

I fucked him good and hard. Not a gentle lovemaking. No. A punishment fucking. By this point he had been put in timeout for an hour, spanked silly, had his mouth washed out, and was being fucked. I could see his teeth sinking into the bar of soap and his eyes watering up as I pounded his asshole. But I maintained eye contact with him, and he with me, so we would both know it was his wife doing this to him.

Lest you think I am a bit crazy, please remember this is a scene. I really don't care that he called that fucking bitch of a driver a fucking bitch. But since we play at femdom, it seemed like a great excuse for a scene, and it sure was. And this was an especially great excuse for a mouth soaping!

Afterwards I pulled out and cleaned him up a bit. I made him take off my strap-on and wash it thoroughly. I told him he could take the bar of soap out of his mouth and rinse as his punishment was over.

We got into bed together and I allowed him to snuggle up against my breasts. I encouraged him to stroke his dick, and so he masturbated as he nuzzled me and came soon after clamping onto my nipple and sucking like a little baby, which I encouraged.

Mommy's spunky little boy!

Friday, October 30

I discovered Spankingtube!

Recently a pen pal directed me to something on a site called Spankingtube. This was my first exposure to this. So much fun! I browsed a ton of them. But there were 3 special videos that really stood out from the crowd that I wanted to blog about.

The first come as a pair. They are a couple, Chris and Joe, and they wanted to share their real-life domestic discipline with us, and it was absolutely captivating for me!

Joe had misbehaved. He stayed up late on his computer. Chris had asked him when he was coming to bed, and he answered that it would be in just a few minutes. Well he stayed on that computer for three hours. So he basically lied to Chris, and he got himself overtired as well. So now he was going to be punished.

The first part of his punishment was a good hard hand spanking. Joe had to stand in front of Chris and have his pajama bottoms lowered by her. Then it was right across her knee. Chris scolded Joe the entire time, and smacked his naughty cheeks good and hard. Joe basically turned into a six year old, blubbering and mewling out his apologies and promises to do better.

This screen capture was taken most of the way through a five minute (hard) hand spanking. You can see how red his cheeks are. To me, what this really exemplifies is how humiliating a spanking can be. Poor Joe. You can see his scrotal sac between his legs. You can also see his bum hole. And this is of course the ultimate public punishment. Faces fully on camera. Spanked in front of literally thousands of viewers such as myself. Joe given a genuine punishment.

Next Joe was told to get up and sit on his little hard wooden stool.

Poor Joe had to sit there with his red bum on the stool, and his penis all bare, and be scolded some more. However, worse still was what was still to come. A good hard hairbrush spanking.

"I tell you right now I will not tolerate it Joseph.
If I tell you to go to bed, you go to bed.
If I tell you to get off that computer, you get off that computer."

Before too long, Chris needed to get her right leg across both of his, and hold his hand bent behind his back. It was a hard and humiliating hairbrushing for poor Joseph.

"You think long and hard about what happens next time.
There's not going to be any hand spanking.
There's going to be all of what you just got, and all of this, all at the same time.
And you're going to be grounded from the computer for a whole week.
Do you want that?"

Chris was a very thorough spanker. She went all over his cheeks. She pulled his skin taught and spanked where leg meets thigh. She also pulled his cheeks apart and spanked down on the sensitive insides of his bottom cleft. 

Of course, this affords us witnesses a perfectly humiliating view of his bottom hole. Well, if he didn't misbehave, he would not have to be shamed like this in front of us. Chris needed to make sure this lesson stuck with Joseph, and a good dose of fanny pain, a good dose of scolding, plus a good does of very public shaming helps make sure of that.

Here's what Joseph's buns looked like near the end. Ouch!

Afterwards, Joseph had to sit on his chair for some more scolding. He was also told he was going to be going for a nap after that!

But not before he was forgiven and got some TLC from Chris.

Isn't that just the sweetest thing? A loving and contrite husband, bare from the waist down, and with a very red caboose!

Here are the links to this marvelous moment in time.
Chris and/or Joe, if you're out there, please send me an email!

And. before we go, one more memorable video I saw on spankingtube was from a commenter on my blog, wdspoone!

He received a very strict spanking with a hardwood paddle. The best part of it was all the kicking and crying and carrying on. It reminded me A LOT of the spankings I give david!
I know you're reading this, wd... Nice tightey whiteys!

Friday, October 23

Husband Spanked Nude Across Trainer's Knee

I'm afraid to report that david earned himself another spanking across his trainer's knee yesterday. And to add insult to injury he was required to strip completely bare for his very strict bare bottom paddling.

It's true, I did incite it. He has been putting on weight lately and I need to nip that in the bud. A little note to Mags, his trainer, suggesting he be stripped, teased about his new belly fat, scolded about his eating habits, and soundly spanked across her knee (as a Mother would a child) before being most rigorously trained by her. Her answer?
Sounds like a plan!!!!!
I wasn't there, but I got the full scoop afterwards from david.

My husband and his trainer went down to the basement gym after he met her at the door. She was quite serious from the start. She asked him how his weight is coming? He had to admit it has been going up.

She said, "let's see."

david didn't know what she wanted.

"Strip," she said. "Let's see that belly."

david blushed and took his shirt off.

"Everything," she said.

david pulled his gym shorts off.

"Panties too," she clarified.

My husband pulled down his panties and stepped out of them (he's required, by law - my law -  to wear panties for all training sessions with her).

When he was nude she made him stand there as she walked around him. She reached out, grabbed his belly fat, and shook it. "What's this?" She asked. "And this?" She asked, grabbing his lower bum cheek. "And this?" She asked as she grabbed his nipple and shook his breast.

"It's fat, miss," he responded.

She proceeded to quiz him on his recent eating habits and to reflect on what he could do better. She told him he ate like a child. A CHILD!

"And how do children get punished, david?" She asked him.

"with a spanking...?"

"That's right. With a spanking. Right across their Mother's knee. Isn't that right?"

"yes miss..."

"Is that what YOU need? Do you need me to take you across my knee like a little baby and give you a spanking????"

"yes miss," answered david truthfully.

By this time, david told me he was hard as a rock from standing there on display, totally in the nude, having her touch him, and scold him, and sentence him to a spanking across her knee. He says what's especially humiliating is that in fact she is almost young enough to be his daughter, yet here he is being treated like a little child by her. She made absolutely no comment about his strong erection. Ignoring it completely. Clearly his penis wanted to fuck. She had exactly zero interest in that!

"Let's warm you up," she said. "Grab the 12 pound weight."

david said he was not sure what happened there. He thought he was going across her knee. but now they were starting in with his exercises.

"Stay naked," she added, as she went to fetch the little riding crop off its hook in the gym.

His warm up routine consists of holding the weight low in his two hands and running very quickly on the spot for 30 seconds. Then holding the weight above his head and running on the spot for another 30 seconds. She insists his back be straight and his arms be entirely straight and extended above his head holding the weight. She insists he runs quickly and yells at him when he does not. She viciously cuts his ass and thighs when she does not feel he is giving his all. No gentle encouragement here! Then it's 30s and 30s "knees high" If his knees are not high enough or he does not move fast enough she extends his time while continuing to crop his "lazy behind". Then a final 30s and 30s with his heels towards his butt. After that he is quite gassed. He gets 30s to rest. Then it's a repeat of the whole thing, but 15s for each. That gets his heart pumping ready for his training session.

When he started the exercise, his penis was still hard as a rock and bouncing and flouncing around as he ran. By the end, he was soft as a wet noodle. I suppose the blood was needed elsewhere! Usually he has his pants and panties on for this warm-up so the cuts of the crop do not hurt as much. This time, however, he was totally bare, and the vicious crop strokes hit bare skin exclusively.

As he was regaining his breath (and nursing his cut up ass) she took the folding chair that's stored against the wall and put it in place. Then she took the paddle from the cabinet. She sat on the chair with her hard wooden paddle in hand. She told him to use his little towel and towel off his middle. He used the towel to rub the sweat off his thighs, tummy, and private parts. When she was satisfied she said simply "across."

Perhaps she didn't want his erection pressing into her lap, and that's why she delayed the spanking, until it was thoroughly deflated? As she has pointed out previously, she is not his girlfriend, she's his trainer. Or perhaps she was concerned that if he went across in the state he was in he might have "a little accident" across her expensive yoga pants? david said his erection was very hard during the scolding, no doubt quivering if I know my man and doing the tell-tale upwards curve that only happens when he is VERY excited. Perhaps it leaked pre-cum in that state that the vigorous running and subsequent toweling removed?

At any rate, limp and dry of any possible per-emissions now, david bent across her knee. She was wearing black Lululemon yoga pants. He lay gingerly across her lap. VERY conscious of his very bare penis laying down across her toned young thighs. He rested his toes on the ground and his head and hands on the ground. His weight was definitely supported by her. He was sure he would become erect again, and even felt the start of it. How humiliating for a mature man to be so under the sexual power of a young thing like Mags? Becoming erect without the slightest chance of sexual intimacy with her? He looked under and saw her cute little pink sneakers and knew he was in for it.

The paddling started almost immediately, coupled with simultaneous scoldings. The paddle strokes were full strength from first to last. And remember, she is in a very high state of fitness herself and has very strong arm, back, and shoulder muscles! I'm sure those paddle strokes were from hell. His bruised ass cheeks afterwards told that story vividly at any rate. Either she thinks this is what he wants, or she is just pure evil. I think it's the latter! david reckons there were well over 100 at a pace faster than 1 per second. He says the pain was almost unbearable (hee hee) and that an erection was the very furthest thing from his mind! He could not keep from yelling out and begging for it to stop.

From his previous status of "fully grown man" he was most assuredly reduced by this young lady almost half his age to the status of well-disciplined bare-bottomed boy across his strict Mommy's knee! Isn't girl power wonderful?

You watch out, boys. One day you may ALL be subject, by law, to such spankings from ANY woman you offend, and not just your wives.

After what seemed to david as an eternity in cute-girl-spanking purgatory she paused and asked him very severely, "WHAT WILL YOU DO?"

"eat better Miss!"

"YES YOU WILL!" Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack.

"And WHAT will you eat?"

"chicken breasts, miss, and salads, and vegetables, and only healthy things!"

"THAT'S RIGHT!!" Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack

That apparently went on for quite some additional time, the same questions over and over again. I mean, that's fair enough. If it's not getting through to his head and mouth, she may as well try the time honored pedagogy of addressing it from the other end.

"Get up," she said all of a sudden.

david said he rose very unsteadily to his feet, clutching his horribly well-paddled (and in fact quite bruised) ass cheeks.

"Let's do your first set. No clothes. Stay naked, fatty." Ouch!

They went through their first set, 3 super sets of a 3 set exercise. Squats, lunges, and push ups. 15 reps each. Chop chop. No resting. Between super sets he received a belt whipping bent across the seat of the chair. He could "rest" then!

At the end of this first series she had him stand straight in the middle of the room with his hands on his head. She got out the light flogger and whipped him all over with it. Legs (front and back), ass, back, tummy, chest, genitals. He said she spent a good amount of time whipping his chest, targeting his little pink nipples as if he was a lady receiving a breast whipping. The irony did not escape david, as she was wearing her tank top which showed her cleavage to excellent advantage.

How unfair he said, that he had to be the one to stand there completely bare bottomed and bare chested and receive breast discipline and not her!

She then had him get down on his knees, put his head on the ground at her feet, and she flogged his ass crack, his anus, and the sensitive backs of his testicles. Who knows why this flogging discipline intensified like this? Perhaps she spied him glimpsing at her cleavage, was not impressed, and decided he needed his eyes well lowered for the remainder of his flogging?

Now, it's only a very light little flogger, but when whipped hard enough and onto sensitive enough spots, the multiple tips sting like the dickens. At one point david grabbed her ankles and writhed at her feet as she continued to whip his sensitive testicle backs over and over again. She apparently allowed him this familiarity, but did not let up, continuing to target his already well-punished sac. Perhaps she enjoyed the grovelling at her pink-gym-sneakerd feet?

"Will you eat better?" swish swish swish.

"YES MISS! YES!!!!" Nothing like a good old fashioned testicle whipping for a gal to get her point across to a 'fella.

She finally allowed him to stand and he did so, clutching this time at his well-whipped ball sac. He says he looked up at her accusingly (but I know his looks, and it was probably more like a scolded puppy dog!) and she just looked back and said, "I know. I know."

She then told him he could dress for the remainder of his exercises. david went to put on his clothes. When he reached for his pants, though, she said, "No. No shorts. No shirt. You exercise in your little panties."

As he exercised, and being a bit too big for them really, the panties kept moving out of place in front variously exposing his penis tip or ball sac. She would invariably point this out as soon as it happened, and order him to fix it between sets. She would then take the crop or belt to his ass, sometimes lowering the panties, and sometimes not.

And so ended his session. Ridden hard and put away wet, just the way I like it!

We are both expecting a better diet from david starting from now on and some fat loss. I think he's motivated, as he does not relish the reality of a discipline session like that, bless Mags' cruel little heart.

Sunday, October 4

Post-Shower Worship

There's something cute that my husband does sometimes in the morning. It happens if we are up at around the same time, and I am in the shower, and just getting out.

If that all lines up, first thing I see when I open the steamy door is him naked, on his knees, holding a big fluffy towel. I just stand there and he proceeds to thoroughly dry me off, including my more intimate areas. When he is finished he gets down on his hands and knees and kisses my feet. One reverential kiss on each foot. Then he sits back on his heels and looks up at me. His knees are spread and he is quite erect. I walk up to him and pull his head into my tummy and pat his hair and tell him what a good boy he is.

That's how it's supposed to happen!

The other day I got out of the shower and he was just standing there waiting to get in (!!!!).

"Heloo???? " I said, dripping wet.

"Oh, sorry!" he said, turning around to get the towel.

Na ah.

We have a nice stout one piece bath brush. A relatively new acquisition. I grabbed that and made him turn towards the bathroom cabinet, leaning over and putting his hands on it and facing himself in the mirror. I was still wet and naked, but I wasn't about to let that stop me.

I saw a nice fresh bar of ivory soap there on the sink. I grabbed that, lathered it up in my hands, and washed his mouth out with it. Then I stuck the bar into his mouth and made him hold it there. We could both see his face in the mirror. Lovely sight!

I picked up the bathbrush again, and gave him about 50 real zingers to his ass cheeks that had him bright red in no time.

Then, with the bar of soap still in his mouth, I threw a towel at him and stood there. He did his duty with the bar of soap in his mouth. I had not told him to remove it.

"Rinse your mouth out and then shower. Don't let it happen again!" I told him with a smile and a wink.

Saturday, September 26

I let my husband ejaculate into my mouth

Yes, it's true. I let him cum in my mouth. Not even a self-imposed punishment or anything.

This is how it happened.

It was Friday night. We met after work at a symphony concert. First of the season for us. Great program! Bach Toccata and Fugue for orchestra (Stowkowski Fantasia edition), Brahms double concerto featuring the TSO's two principals, and Beethoven's fifth after the break. We were both dressed for business. I was wearing high heels, woolen slacks, a white blouse with a ridged pattern in white, and a red jacket. He was looking handsome in a sports coat. It was the intermission and he had bought us a Haagen-Dazs ice cream bar to share. Very spontaneously, as I was sucking on our ice cream bar, he looked me up and down and said "You look amazing. Scrumptious. Delicious." I answered back, "Good enough to eat?", making my own pussy tingle as I said it. He said, "Definitely!"

When we got home he stripped and hopped into bed. I went to the bathroom and then stripped and joined him.

"69?" he asked hopefully.

"ok" I said. "Put your plug in."

david has a rechargeable prostate massager he likes up his butt. I positioned myself on the diagonal of the bed, with my head sort of at the middle and resting on a pillow. I watched him as he lubed the plug and inserted it into his ass. That made me tingle!

He got on the bed as well, and placed himself into a 69 position. I spread my legs and he rested his head on my lower thigh. I let my upper thigh drop down onto his head, clamping him there, where he could do the most good.

Meanwhile, I took his cock in my hand. It was not yet entirely hard. Semi-soft, I put it into my mouth. He quickly hardened to the max. I like feeling him harden like that in my mouth.

For his part, he started out by putting chaste little kisses on my pussy. As he kept kissing, the kisses got a bit wetter and wetter, and more and more tongue. Yummy!

I worked his cock in my mouth. I used my hand as well. And I reached behind him and turned on his vibrator. This got an extra rise out of him and he started gently pumping, fucking my mouth. I let him. So sue me. Sometimes I enjoy cock in my mouth. It turns me on and gives me something sexy to concentrate on so that my orgasm sort of sneaks up on me.

I slapped his ass a bit. I also dug my finger nails into his ball sac and pulled on it. This elicited a groan of pain/pleasure from him, but did not seem to lessen his ardour at all.

He started getting more insistent. I pulled him out of me and let him fuck my hand a little. He started fucking my hand insistently and yelled out "Please! Please!" I knew what he wanted. He wanted desperately to cum in my mouth.

I could have not allowed it, making him spend into my hand. Or let go and watch his cock miserably dribble his ejaculate in a ruined orgasm. Nothing wrong with that. That's fun too. But I don't know. The mood struck me. I allowed him back in my mouth, knowing he would be unable to control his insistent thrusting and eventual ejaculation. In other words, little Julie was in for a big face fucking!

When I'm in his situation and about to cum. I don't have any fantasies running around in my head. It's just the physical for me. When he is close to cumming, he has fantasies insistently pop up into his head. One of his more frequent ones, that I checked afterwards was indeed in his head this time, is as follows.
He is the young master in an old English manor and he is being "forced" by his Dominant Mother to 69 the maid whom he was discovered earlier having sex with. He must perform this act in front of the entire lined up serving staff. He would be taught a lesson by being humiliated having his head buried inside the lowly serving girl's pussy, and receiving her juices all over his face and into his mouth. He would further be humiliated by losing control of his body and ejaculating into her mouth. All entirely naked and observed as his Mother stood over him with her riding crop in hand, whipping his ass to encourage his thrusting into the slut's mouth.
For her part, the little tart would be taught a lesson by having to receive her young master's spunk directly into her mouth, and swallow down every drop as the entire serving staff looked on and jeered silently at her. As soon as she was properly spunked, she would be hauled away by the head groundsman, taken to the shed, bent over a wooden horse, and have her ass severely leathered.
As "payment" for performing this unpleasant duty, the groundsman would have full rights to get out his cock and fuck the maid silly as she remained bent over, his hard hips banging her sore ass cheeks as he fucked her sluttish cunt and then her tight asshole, making the slut scream. Nobody felt sorry for her. She well knew the price of being discovered fucking one of her betters. She got what she deserved.
Limping away in her ripped clothes with sore ass, pussy and asshole, and in utter disgrace, the serving girl is sent packing without references to practice in the city the only trade now available to her...
I knew he was fantasizing something along these lines as he pumped his cock into my mouth and ejaculated a big load.

Holding his cum in my mouth, I extricated myself from him, turned around and went to his mouth, and gave him a deep French kiss, pushing his cum into his mouth with my tongue. As he received his cum, he became the little serving girl.

I then went over to my side of the bed, turned on my side facing away from him, and brought my knees up to my chest.

This is my favourite position to finish in. I tried looking for an illustration, but there are none to be found! I guess I'm an unusual gal.

Imagine me like this,

and then him behind me with his head at my ass and his legs up near my head.

He puts one hand under and around me so that he can push down on my pussy just above my clit. His other hand is free to roam down my back, my tummy, my hair and head, my breasts. That hand can also tease my pussy lips as he licks my clit, or even penetrate me with his fingers. Yes, pussy AND ass some times (though never in the same session!). So there's a revelation for you, I do get my ass finger fucked sometimes.

He's rubbing my tits as he licks my clit. I'm close to cumming. I grab his hand and throw it down away from my tits. He knows what I want. He takes his hand down and pushes a finger deep into me, rubbing directly on my g-spot. I buck and writhe and yell out and cum forcefully.

I rest there a moment, utterly spent as he massages me gently and tenderly kisses my ass, my back, my neck. I turn around and give him a kiss. We thank each other for our pleasure. Then we turn on the TV, snuggle into each other, and watch the news for a while before lights out.

Nothing terribly dommy. Somewhat typical. See, I don't ALWAYS beat his ass!

Wednesday, September 2

Sister milks then spanks

Had my sister Sue over the other day. When she called and we set it up she asked me if she could spank david as she had not spanked anybody, either sex, for some time. Of course she can! I reminded her that she need not even ask. She can pop by anytime and redden his rump as she has full spanking privileges on him.

I mentioned casually to david that Sue was coming over and wanted to put him across her knee. david can't hide his excitement at the prospect of my sexy sister spanking him!

She arrived and we did our usual things. When the time came around she started the proceedings by saying she was just dying to redden a backside, and "yours will do" she told david.

I asked how she wanted him? Nude, underpants, panties, lingerie? Was he going to bend over, or go across her knee? Paddle, strap, hairbrush, hand, ...

She was quite definitive: "Butt naked. Across my knee. Wooden spoon." My big sis knows what she wants. It was clear she was thinking about it in advance.

"You heard her," I told david, "strip while I get the wooden spoon from the kitchen." (And in case you were wondering, yes I do cook with that spoon. I believe it adds authenticity to a spanking!)

I handed Sue the spoon and sat beside her on the couch as my husband stripped down to his alltogether. I had to tell him not to cover himself and to come closer to us for inspection.

"Does he get this excited when you spank him?" Sue asked me saucily, referring to his big bobbing erection and purpled and engorged tip. In fact, his shaft was straining towards the ceiling in a state of excitement that I don't usually see when I spank him by myself.

"No. He doesn't," I said with a grrrr in my voice!

"He's not going to, like, cum, when he's over my lap will he?" Asked Sue. "I mean, he does have his 'little problem'..." she said, referring to his premature ejaculation issues. Much to david's complete mortification, Sue is well in the loop on that and has even seen the difficulties he has controlling his orgasm, and seen him punished for it.

I told her I have not seen that yet, but that there's always a first time.

"Maybe he should take care of that himself before I spank him," suggested Sue.

"Oh he hates that!" I said. "Getting spanked after he's cum".

"Hmmm. Takes all the sexiness out, does it?" Asked Sue.

"Yes Ma'am," said david.

"Tell you what," she said, "I'll give you a choice. Either I spank you as you are and then you're not allowed to cum at all tonight. Is that ok, Julie?"

"Sure!" I said. "I'm happy to enforce that."

"Or..." continued Sue, "or I give you a hand job myself. Right here. Right now. And after that I spank you. Is that ok?" She asked me at the end.

"Absolutely. It can be his choice." I said.

Evil choice! david has received a few "milkings" from Sue in the past, but few and far between and all very "clinical". It always blows his mind. I very much doubted he would pass up a chance for a hand job from my sister, no matter the consequences!!! I loved the pickle he was in. I decided to make matters worse.

"And," I added, "if you ask for that hand job from Sue, then after she's done spanking you I'll teach you the consequences of allowing a woman who is not your wife to do that to you."

"I don't want to upset you, Julie" said david, misinterpreting my statement.

"I won't be upset, sweetie. I'm happy to let Sue do that to you again. But your decisions have consequences. That's all. And pretty severe ones in this case."

"A strapping?" Asked david pitifully.

"Yup," I said. "With the tawse. Ass and thighs. Over the arm of the couch just there. Hard ones. And it'll go on and on and on until you fully understand the consequences of getting a hand job from another woman. And I'll make Sue sit there and watch you take every stroke."

"Oh No! I don't know if I could bear to watch that," said Sue, very sarcastically.

"Choose, david." Said Sue. "Handjob or not. One time offer."

"I'll... I'll t...t...t...take the handjob ma'am..." set david, cringing as he said it, erection practically exploding.

So what's the dealio guys???? I give him handjobs. He could ask me for one. What's the fascination? For what's shaping up to be a very quick handjob from my sister, he is willing to suffer through a post-orgasm wooden spoon spanking (which he legit hates) from her, followed by a very nasty strapping from me (which he will double hate). Men!

I know Sue is fascinated by male ejaculation. It does not turn her on per se. But she enjoys watching it destroy men!

Sue asked if I had gloves or something. I went upstairs to get the box of latex gloves and the lube. david stood there nude and erect and quivery, facing my sister, knowing what was coming next. She smiled at him.

I got back with the gloves and lube and handed them to Sue. I also brought down my strap and tossed it casually to the side for later.

Sue put on a pair of gloves and then squirted lube onto her palms, rubbed them together, and then reached out and coated my husband's cock and balls liberally. david moaned and his knees shook. Ha Ha! I told him to put his hands on his head to keep them away.

She sat up straighter on the couch and started rubbing his penis with both hands, and sometimes cupping his balls with one hand and rubbing with the other, and even reaching between his legs behind his balls and rubbing from teint-to-tip in a long stroke. She held his shaft with one hand while she moved her palm all around the tip of his penis. She rubbed and squeezed his balls. david was not going to last long!

In fact, my big sister was the Handjob Queen in high school and it was showing now. While she had not identified as gay in those days, she was also not so keen on the kissing and groping from the boys while out on dates (she was very popular) and quickly moved to the handjob to finish them off. In fact, that was her advice to me, her little sister (!) on how to deal with guys! She told me they were always pressuring her for a blowjob, or to fuck, or to see her tits, or to put their hands down her pants, but she never let them, and instead just jacked them off into their pants leaving them with the mess to deal with. Early signs of a teenage lesbian Domme for sure!

"He's not going to last long," she said, echoing my thoughts. "Can you grab me some tissues or something to catch the mess?"

I had a better idea. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a shallow saucer. I stood there beside david waiting to catch his ejaculate when it inevitably came. Sue was doing his front, so I trailed one hand to his backside and started playing with his hole. This treatment soon put him over the edge and he started ejaculating.

I held the saucer and Sue squeezed his tip, directing the spurts into the saucer. She then shook it, and then ran her hand down and up his shaft milking the last bits of semen out, squeezing the tip (which made david yelp), shaking some more, and then milking him some more until there was not a drop left. There was a good measure of cum in that saucer!

I took the saucer and put it down in the very corner of the living room. "After your strapping, sweetie. Yummy! Yummy!"

I washed my hands and brought a kitchen cloth back to wash david's private parts of any residual lube and sperm. Then I dried him off getting him ready for his trip across Sue's lap. While I did this, Sue tossed her gloves and washed her hands. david looked dreamy-eyed and week-kneed the whole time.

"Now for the part I've been waiting for!" Said Sue. We had david across her knee on the couch. She took up the wooden spoon and started right in on him.

"No! No! Ah! Ah!" cried out david right from the start. He hates these post-ejaculation spankings! I did not feel sorry for him. He made his choice. Sue really whipped that spoon hard, all up and down and all over his ass and crease.

When he got a little too much to handle Sue put her right leg across the backs of both of his, and pushed his head down towards the carpet. Then she resumed his wooden spoon spanking right where she left off, if not harder. Knowing the trick from me, she parted his ass cheeks and spanked up and down the cleft, even targeting his bum hole and the sensitive skin right around it. I think he was under my sister's spoon for a good five minutes of almost continuous bun burning fun.

"There!" She said. "That felt good!"

david got up off her lap.

"What do you say?" I prompted him.

"Thank you for the spanking Ma'am."

Sue and I turned him around and had him bend over a bit and admired the lovely oval marks she had made all over his ass.

"Come on, let's get the rest over with." I told him, picking up my strap.

"Oh No! Please!" He said, clutching his already super-punished buns in both hands.

"I was going to let you off with 50. Now it's 100. Would you care to negotiate your punishment some more, or will you bend over the arm of the couch like a good little boy?"

david scurried over to the couch and bent over the arm. Sue took up position where she could watch his strapping without impeding my swing. I swung good and hard and added lovely dark red and purply rectangular marks to Sue's pretty little ovals.

"Who owns your cock?" I asked him as I strapped his bare bouncing cheeks.

"You do, Julie. you do!"

"Do you ever get a handjob from another woman without my permission?"

"No Ma'am! Never!"

I finished his hundred with a hard and fast volley of 20.

"Get up. Lets see that cock now!"

david stood, mewling, and again clutching his punished hindquarters. His cock was tiny and shrivelled up.

"On your hands and knees!" I ordered. "Kiss my feet."

 His red ass went up as his lips went down to my feet.

"Now crawl over to Susan and kiss her feet as well!" I commanded. He did likewise for Sue. "Into your corner. Clean that bowl completely. Don't use your hands. When you're done, bring it to us with yteeth and show us how clean it is."

david crawled over to the corner, flaming red ass waggling in the air. He put his head down and started licking at his semen in the bowl and swallowing it. As he did this, his ass was high, showing off his anal pucker completely and his penis and testicles between his legs.

Sue and I got a drink (a Bloody Caesar Clamato cocktail in a bottle) and sat in the living room as david finished up with his bowl of cum, grabbed it in his teeth, and crawled over to us. We both examined the bowl. Clean as a whistle. He had licked up and swallowed that entire (rather massive) load. Ha Ha!

At this point I declared scene over and let david off the hook. We allowed him to dress and sit with us (which he did gingerly), and even get a drink of his own.

"How was that?" asked Sue.

"The spankings were from hell. I was actually relieved when all I had left to do was lick up my own cum. But thank you both. That was amazing, from start to end. And, thank you Sue, for the, well you know..."

We know!