polyfetishist:She Spanks Him Because She Loves Him Mistress Wife Punishes Her Husband to Guide Him
polyfetishist: She Spanks Him Because She Loves Him Mistress Wife Punishes Her Husband to Guide Him It is only people who possess firmness who can possess true gentleness. Tonight I asked my wife to spank me as part of a fantasy I have about not being allowed to orgasm/ejaculate without her permission. The idea was that for each unsanctioned orgasm, I would get a session with the brush paddle (in addition to various other spankings with spoons and less ouchy paddles). She was blunt that what was in my head could stay there (she is actually very pro-masturbation so this was a particularly weird fantasy for her to act out) but that she would do whatever I needed her to do. The thing was that I had actually masturbated this morning and two days ago after she shunned my advances the night before. I felt wounded that she had rejected me but I felt guilty that I had relieved the pressure instead of trying again the next night.I was disappointed and that that it wouldn’t be as much fun without her playing a part. Rather than weird her out, I decided that making it very low impact on her would be a good move and didn’t press it. We started not too hard in order to warm me a up a little but it was actually a little more stingy than normal which I put chose to interpret that she really was upset about my masturbatory infidelity. I did a chore and came back with a wooden spoon. During a commercial, she spanked a good sting into my bottom. Another chore and then the spoon again. Then the bath brush (ouch), then the spoon, then I got a couple dozen with the big oak paddle, before another dose of the spoon.After that, I was running out of chores and maybe time so I brought her my brush paddle and cummie towels. Normally she just tease-spanks me with a stingy spoon and then really lays down the heat after I hump out my little squirties into the towels. This time she started hard and fast and didn’t let up until I begged her to. Then, with my bottom on fire and knowing what awaited me after I made a messy on my cummie towels, I tried to wiggle and squirm my way to a little cum-cum. She got bored watching her husband hump her lap so she started lightly spanking me and even said, “hurry up” a couple times. My bottom was really tender already and even little spanks were pretty intense.It was so hard to even focus on my naughty penis. He felt so small and insignificant compared to my bottom that was on fire, swollen and jiggling embarrassingly with each spank. The whole experience was so humiliating. I was masturbating in the least masculine way possible just trying to get a selfish little orgasm all to myself while my wife watched and spanked my silly humping bottom. This isn’t how men orgasm; it is how naughty little boys try to escape the pain of a spanking when they suddenly discover that their little pee-pees feel good rubbing on mommy’s leg. It took a lot of courage to tell her that I was about to squirt but I mumbled out something, “ow, oh, its happening, ow, ow” et cetera. It always amazes me that unlike during sex when I announce loudly and confidently that I am about to ejaculate into her quivering vagina, before my little spanking squirts the announcement is always mixed with the things a spanking would make a little boy say.As I approached that point-of-no-return, she stopped tease spanking and returned to punishing her naughty immature husband’s bottom. My orgasm was crushed; just a second of the good feelings of semen squirting through my narrow penis slit to a sudden refocus on what was happening yet again to my bottom.I stopped humping and instead wiggled and squirmed under the paddle which hurt so much worse all of a sudden. I tried to be brave and lay still for my punishment but she turned me into a little boy again. Soon I was begging for it to stop. She asked, “are you sure?” and I knew I should have said no, but I said yes. I was so ashamed of myself. The reason for getting a spanking was just a fantasy but I did want to make love to my wife and I didn’t wait for the right time. Twice. And now I had masturbated a third time–in front of her even–and she had taught me a lesson about how masturbation hurts our marriage just like it hurt my bottom. It isn’t satisfying like when we cum together; it is a painful and unsatisfying lie that hurts us both.I climbed off her lap and quickly folded up the towel to hide my shameful little puddle. I wiped off my soft little penis just to be safe and then I curled up next to her and buried my face against her neck and thanked her. She didn’t want to be a part of the fantasy and, well, that turned out to be OK. I was able to make pretend all by myself. It was just like when I was a little boy again. -- source link