hi! thx for letting david give me my b'day paddy whacks! was fun. just btw, and no biggie, let him know grope between legs was not cool. magsWe decided we would roleplay this as if it actually happened like that. He was curious what he would get. 'Kinda a big mistake on his part...
So let's talk about that grope between her legs. I was fine with the birthday spanking. He had even asked if he was allowed to pull her pants down, and I told him "whatever he could get away with." What I, OF COURSE, meant was he could ask her and she could agree. Or, if he thought he was on very solid ground, could use his judgement and go ahead and do it, but she better not complain about it afterwards, because that would have been extremely poor judgement on his part.
NOTHING we talked about contemplated sexual touching of her by him in any way whatsoever. I would actually consider that to be, even in this context, a sexual assault. A rape basically. She had consented to a spanking, and it was reasonable that a "spanking" might include baring the bottom. But a deliberate groping of a vagina IS NOT in any way whatsoever ever assumed to be part of "birthday paddy whacks".
I felt he needed to learn a hard lesson.
I read him the text and told him he was in very deep shit with me.
I told him to put on a pair of panties and nothing but. He was then to bring down to the living room the large wooden bathbrush, the twin-tailed strap, and the Delrin cane. He was to arrange his spanking chair in front of the fireplace. I then wanted his nose in the corner until I was prepared to deal with him.
Why the panties you may ask? Is that not more fun and sexual than disciplinary? Not at all. For punishment he needs to be unclothed. But when he is buck naked he has a certain male pride when it's only me that I cannot abide in this situation. The panties make him blush regardless, knocks him down a peg or two, and puts him in an appropriately submissive frame of mind to receive punishment.
I let him stand in the corner to stew for a half hour or so before I walked into the living room. He knew from the selection of implements he was in for it in a major way. And I would not be quick about it. His punishment would last all evening.
When I judged he had stewed long enough, I came back into the living room to start the first phase of his punishment: the over-the-knee bathbrushing.
I started by scolding him viciously while he was still in the corner.
I then pulled him out by his ear and brought him over to his spanking chair. I grabbed the bathbrush in my hand. I made him lower his panties to his knees and drape himself across my lap. He then got 100 blistering strokes of the bathbrush. Cheek to cheek. All hard. No warmup. By the time I was finished he was begging me and apologizing for all he was worth. His ass turned a deep red and even purpled and whitened at the center of his spank spots: the sign of a good bathbrushing.
Blubbering, I set him on his feet and made him go back to his corner with his panties restored. I left him there for another half hour or so. I wanted his butt to recover sensation after the bathbrushing, which can tend to leave it numb. I wanted him to feel every last stroke today.
The next phase of his punishment was to be his strapping.
I came back into the room and asked him if he had anything to say for himself. He said how very, very sorry he was, and that he would never ever do such a thing again. I assured him he would not.
I made him go over to the couch and bend over the back of it. I lowered his panties to his ankles. He then received a full measure of 50 with the strap. Again, all were hard, and I swung my weight into each and every painful stroke, taking my sweet time between them. "This is what rapists get," I told him.
I strapped him from mid ass down to a few inches below the tops of his thighs. We would be going up to the lake soon after, and I did not want his punishment to be so obvious as there was family there. I judged about where his loose fitting bathing suit would go and kept the strokes above that point. My sister Sue would be shown his marks in private, of course.
He received extra strokes for swearing and for straightening up, bringing the total to around 60 or so. I showed him no mercy whatsoever, as befitted a sexual assaulter.
He was then put back into his corner, panties again restored, sore and stiff, to await his caning.
For his last implement, the little raper would be receiving the Delrin cane across his backside.
I let him stew in his corner for another half hour, allowing those buns to regain their feeling and be newly sensitized for their caning.
I held the cane in my hand and made him turn to face me.
"36," I told him.
His knees shook and he practically wet his panties.
"Please, no. Please!" he begged.
"36," I said again. "For groping your trainer like that without permission, either hers or mine, this is exactly what you get. Now you know."
I told him to remove his panties and to stuff them into his mouth. As he did so I could see his penis was all shriveled up and scared. Good.
I made him stand in the middle of the living room, bend over, and grab his ankles. I told him that each time he moved out of position I would add a stroke.
I started off fairly mercifully, as I was a bit out of practice with the cane and wanted to make sure I had my technique down before really laying them on. After the first dozen I felt confident again, and started in harder. These made him cry out into his panty-gagged mouth. Several times he involuntary straightened and his hands left his ankles. These earned him extras. He got about 45 total. I would say that about 24 or so where good hard ones that left a welt. I did not spare his upper thighs either, and equally well marked those for him.
When I was done with him I allowed him to remove his panties from his mouth and to kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness.
He was not quite done yet, however. I made him kneel on the hardwood floor with his hands on his head and his panties back in his mouth.
As he knelt there I stripped down to just my panties and bra, and then strapped on my largest dildo, Adam. It is 1-1/2" in girth with 7" of insertable length. I could see the fear in his eyes.
I told him he had violated that girl's pussy, and now his pussy would be violated, or at least what passed for his pussy.
I picked him up off his knees and again bent him over the back of our sofa. I took the panties from his mouth and threw them to the side.
"You understand," I told him, "that this won't be pleasant for you. What you did was rape," I told him, "and now you're going to be getting a taste of your own medicine."
I lubed his ass and the dildo and I started pushing it in. He screeched like a little virgin on prom night. I shoved the tip in.
"Take it!" I warned him as his feet started kicking.
I started slowly thrusting it in. This was not at all pleasant for him. I drove it all the way home, pulled out to the tip, and thrust it in again, then I pulled out and paused with just the tip in.
"50 thrusts. Count them!" I ordered.
I thrust in.
"One Ma'am!" he yelled out.
I pulled out and thrust in again.
I repeated until the count was half way.
"Will you ever touch a woman's vagina without her permission again?" I asked him.
"No Ma'am! Never Ma'am!" he said.
I thrust in again.
and so on and on until he reached his full count of 50 fuckings.
"Fifty Ma'am! Thank You Ma'am! Thank you for Raping my Ass Ma'am!"
I pulled out carefully, making sure to catch any mess in the paper towels I had nearby. I made him go to the bathroom and wipe his ass as I cleaned my dildo.
When he came back to me I declared the scene over. I told him he had better watch out what he asks me to do for a scene in future, and he agreed.
I sat on the couch and I pulled him naked across my knee. I gave him a mild hand spanking as I fondled and pinched his well-punished bottom cheeks. This had him writhing in some considerable distress. But I get an absolute thrill when our games are such that it allows me to mark him up like this.
We went to the lake the next day and his ass was still very badly marked and very sore. I smiled each time I watched him sit. Some of my family even commented on how he seemed to be quite stiff. He said it was due to exercising. I knew better!
My sister Sue was there. I took him into our bedroom with her and made him drop his pants and show her the damage. She asked if she could touch. Of course she could. She was very impressed. She asked and I told her about our roleplay as he remained bent over and pants down. She reached between his legs and groped his balls saying, "it's not so nice to be groped against your will, is it?"
"no ma'am," said david, not meaning it, moaning like a little slut at my sister's naughty caress (we've played a lot together, in case you're joining my blog late!)
"Oh My!" she said, as she felt up his hard cock. "You better take care of that," she said. "We'll be right outside chatting," she added.
"Do it!" I ordered him, "And you swallow it afterwards," I added pitching my voice lower as the door was open so that only he and Sue could hear.
And with that she and I closed the door and left david in his bedroom to jerk his cock off as we did indeed sit outside and chat within earshot while he masturbated to thoughts of getting his ass severely whipped and fucked by his strict wife. Ha ha!