I had to find a picture that fit what I wanted to write. This will do. :)Stay Erect is my idea for a
I had to find a picture that fit what I wanted to write. This will do. :)Stay Erect is my idea for a new game with my wife. As I busy myself making dinner and doing chores, I have to stay erect and aroused. If I soften up—even if she doesn’t see it—I have to bring her something to spank me with. If I have a ‘happy little accident’, I get a blistering with the mean little hairbrush paddle. The idea is that I have to stay aroused, excited, erect, and on edge but not over it. Anything else and I get spanked. Of course, I will fail repeatedly to keep my penis hard and eventually I will lose control the other way as well.She can try to make me have an accident and, in fact, it will be inevitable eventually. After hopefully a couple hours of progressively harder and more sever spankings, I will go over her lap and she will tease spank me with a spoon I bought at Walmart years ago and I won’t be able to keep it in. I’ll make my little squirts and she will switch to that evil paddle and spank all the good feelings away. Far, far away.Of course, I might have an accident another way. I did squirt while leaning on the counter a couple years ago but I had to really work at it. Another time she paddled while I was leaning against the bed with my penis on my cummy towels just in case. She stopped after two dozen licks but I think only a couple more and I would have made a mess. The terrycloth towels on the soft bed provided the perfect amount of pressure and friction when combined with my little jerky movements as the long paddle reddened both of my bottom cheeks uniformly with each spank.Sometimes I play with myself while waiting for her to spank me. I try to stay right at the edge so when she walks in the room, I’ll be as big and hard as I can be. I always pull my hands away just at the last second and she finds me flushed, nervous, aroused, and painfully erect. She says I look cute that way.I’ve wondered what would happen if I didn’t get the timing right and went a little too far. The thought of her walking in as I pull my hands away but just starting to ejaculate anyway haunts me. Ruining my own orgasm is terrible but the humiliation of not just being caught masturbating but actually ejaculating when I am supposed to be waiting for her to spank me is intoxicatingly arousing. I went a little too far one time and my penis pumped a few times but thankfully nothing came out. It was terrifying. I have a vision of myself sitting in my naughty chair almost crying with shame as she walks in, my limp penis resting in a pool of semen. Having to wait for that hairbrush paddle without the protection of my erect penis would be awful.It is bad, of course, when she switches from the spoon to the paddle as I make my little naughty squirts into my cummy towels. Sometimes we’ve played where I have to fetch the hairbrush from another room after my orgasm. It is awful embarrassing rutting on her lap like a teenager dry-humping his girlfriend that won’t let him even get to first base. I want my orgasm so bad that I am willing to accept the stings of the spoon against my bottom. As I get closer, she spanks harder and faster both encouraging me on and keeping away.I know what will happen when I pop, how my success will instantly become my failure. My pleasure will be turned first to shame as I soil the clean towel that protects her lap like a terrycloth condom preventing my filthy emissions from impregnate her clothes. Her vagina–where my penis should be embedded to the hilt in order to pump my potent seed directly into her fertile womb–is off limits to the naked little boy with the red bottom writhing over her lap, humping her thighs in a mockery of intercourse. I don’t deserve the pleasure and satisfaction of coupling with my own wife; those are things reserved for conquering men of power and control and not boys with immature leaky penises that can pop just by rubbing against something soft for a minute or two. What kind of woman would want a lover like that?As my orgasm approaches, I will ask for her permission but she will just tell me ‘no’ or warn me about what will happen if can’t keep it in. I just want her approval of the sexual event happening between us. If she would just give me permission, it might not be intercourse, making love, pro-creation, sex, or even just fucking, but at least the penis of her husband wouldn’t be disappointing her, disobeying her, and displeasing her.I beg, plead, and really try not squirt. I always lose the battle and it is sometimes a powerfully strong orgasm but I don’t get to enjoy it for long. As I fill my towel with semen, I simultaneously fill with shame. Though I just want to hide, I have to get up right away (it soaked through the towel one time, got on her pants and she was really REALLY mad) and we both see the little pool of evidence of my disobedience on the towel and my sticky and softening penis. I have to take the towel away and bring back the naughty boy paddle. Her look of disgust, the evidence of my deviance and shame, the walk, handing her the paddle, apologizing, asking with a shaky voice for a long hard spanking for being so naughty, and climbing back over her lap are all terrible but pale compared to the immediate and blinding pain that little paddle delivers. The paddle burns away all the bad thoughts clearing my mind so that I can only focus on the blaze it is creating.No matter how it happens, I hate but need that little paddle to set my bottom on fire. It is what a spanking should be: painful, unwanted, humiliating, purging, ferocious, stinging, blinding, burning, and awful. I know it is going to happen the whole night and there is nothing I can do to stop it. At most, I’ll get a little orgasm but sometimes the fear of the hairbrush paddling to come robs me of even that much and I just ejaculate feeling only release but no pleasure. A painful night of arousal and frustration ends with just a little puddle on a towel. It is like a teenage girl painfully losing her virginity to her boyfriend who can barely penetrate her before convulsing into his premature ejaculation that ends up impregnating her. I will get all of the pain and suffering but none of the pleasure.With my penis resting a pool of my own emissions I pay for sins I never had the pleasure of committing. Sometimes I feel like this is exactly how it should be. -- source link