The Bra and Panty Treatment

Happy to say the strap worked wonders on david. He has been at least trying with his food and exercise now. Last Monday he received a 'C', and I got around to punishing him for that on Saturday.

I'm not really mad at him for a 'C', because his trainer's standards are very high. But I think one thing that motivates david is the notion that if he does keep trying, he'll keep getting weekly domming from me, which he craves. If he slacks off, and earns another F, I'll have to give him the strap, and I know he does not want a repeat of that last strapping! But a 'C' isn’t and 'A' or a 'B', so some punishment is due.

One of my blog readers suggested that david might do corner time holding up a coin with his nose against the wall. I really liked that idea, so I wanted to work that in. I have also been getting increasingly fascinated with the idea of cross-dressing him. I don't exactly know why, but I like to see him in women's wear. I certainly have been threatening him with the "bra and panty" treatment for a while, so I decided that plus a bit more was going to happen as well.

Now, I can pretty much tell from his reaction to being pantied and skirted before, and by talking with him about it afterwards, that he is not a cross-dresser. What I mean is that he does not get turned on or otherwise enjoy wearing women's clothes for its own sake, but he is thoroughly humiliated by me making him wear women's clothes, and the humiliation is what turns him on. It's a nuanced point, I know, but one I use to my advantage!

On Saturday afternoon I set him to some chores around the house  (I love being a domme wife!) and told him he better hop to it because I would be dealing with him for the 'C' as soon as he was done and he didn’t want me in a foul mood while dishing that out.

He was pretty quick and thorough with his chores, and came to me afterwards for his punishment. I took him up to the bedroom, and told him for his 'C' he was coming over my knee for a hairbrushing and then he would be standing in time-out while I did some shopping at the corner store. I know what went through his mind; he thought he could get away with something while I was out of the house. Ha Ha! I also informed him that before his spanking and during his time-out I would be punishing him with a full bra and panty treatment, with hose and heels thrown in for good measure.

He looked pretty unhappy with that suggestion. Goody!

First I selected a lacy black panty that we had bought at his rather embarrassing trip to the plus-sized women's wear store. I made him strip and then put them on. Next I told him to pull on my thigh-high fishnet hold-ups and then came one of my lesser strappy high-heeled black sandals. His feet were much too big for them, but we managed to stuff his toes in. His heel overhung the back, but that just made it harder for him to walk. He resembled the below image I found on the Web, though his legs were not as nice!

Then I got out my red and black lacy bra, and put that on him. It was a tight squeeze, but it made it around him all right. He didn’t quite come up to my cup size, so I stuffed his tits with a bunch of Kleenex. Ahhh, memories of middle school!

I must say, he looked delightful! It turned me on, anyways. I particularly liked the red blush in his face. Ha Ha! I made him walk back and forth, teaching him to cross one foot over in front of the other and sway his hips like a runway model. He wasn't trying hard enough, so I went into the bedside drawer and got the strap out.

I didn't even have to say a single word! Suddenly he's wiggling his tits and hips and walking up a storm and saying "not the strap, please!" Each time he lost a shoe I would raise the strap and see him cringe as he hurried it back on again and continued his sashaying.

I LOVE my strap! I LOVE that he is so scared of my strap! I've decided I'm never going to use it for a casual punishment. When I feel I need to use that strap again, I guarantee he will continue to fear it.

When I was quite finished amusing myself with his runway antics, I told him to head downstairs, get the folding chair, and put it in the middle of the living room. He struggled down the stairs in those too small heels, but he was safe enough, grabbing onto the banister the whole way down.

The living room has lovely bright windows, so I like spanking him there, though david does not seem to. He is worried somebody might spy on him getting his spanking. Poor little muffin pants!

I got his hairbrush, and came down after him. I sat on the chair, pulled him over my knee, and gave him a good old-fashioned hairbrush spanking. His panties had ridden up a bit, so I aimed at the exposed lower parts of his cheeks. I loved the effect of the fishnets biting into his thighs, and the beautiful white target area between the tops of his stockings and the bottoms of his panties. I also enjoyed looking up his back, and seeing the black bra strap biting into him as well. Unfortunately, my bad boy was not able to keep his heels on, so I gave him a few extra strict ones on the backs of his legs, just above his fishnets, to punish him for that.

When his lower cheeks were nice and red, I yanked his panties down, and worked the rest of his ass with that brush. I like spanking him right into the cleft between his cheeks, as he seems very tender in there. To do that, I used my left hand to push his cheeks apart, exposing his little bum hole, and spanked right up and down inside there. I would love to give him that kind of spanking in front of Rebecca, or my sister (still undecided on that one!), as I know it would mortify him completely.

For good form, I scolded him for his 'C' and then told him to stand up, pull up his panties, get his heels back on, and go stand facing the wall. I told him his punishment was not over yet. He still had a very uncomfortable time-out left to go.

I moved a cardboard "Banker's Box" in front of his feet, and told him to stand behind that. I then put a coin against the wall, and told him to press his nose against the coin and hold it up (thank you, Frank!). I then got a short length of nylon rope and tied it around his wrists behind his back. I sail, so I tie fast and my knots are good. If that coin were to fall, there would be no way he could get it back up in position with his hands tied behind his back.

I told him I needed to run down to the corner store to get some milk. If that coin was on the ground when I got back, he would go back over my knee for a repeat of his hairbrushing, and then he would have to spend a whole half-hour in the same time-out position. If he dropped the coin again after that, it would be the strap instead of the hairbrush, and then we would be repeating the whole punishment again tomorrow, and I didn't give a damn who was coming to visit!

He was so precious in his fishnets and heels, his little panties, and his tight, stuffed bra, bending over, ass sticking out, trying to keep that coin from dropping with his nose. For good measure, I lowered his panties down to the tops of his fishnets before I left.

I was very slow and deliberate leaving the house, and coming back in, but in between I hurried to the corner store! It was only a block away, and I got back in less than 10 minutes, but I'm sure it seemed longer to my poor baby!

When I got back, his legs were shaking, but the coin was still in place. Yeah! He also complained about his back hurting. Cry me a river. I'll have to get Rebecca to focus more on his lower back muscles. He's obviously a bit underdeveloped there.

Before I let him out of time-out, I got his diary and initialled his 'C' with a notation "h-brush + b&p time-out". I told him that if Rebecca asked, he needed to tell her that it stood for "bra and panties time-out". I told him I won't tolerate a liar, so he better tell her the truth. Have not had the de-brief from that one yet. Will let you know.

After I was done punishing him, I took him by the hand back upstairs (still dressed all girly) and sat him on the side of the bed. I then put my strap-on around me. From the first moment I saw him in those girly clothes I wanted him kneeling in front of me, taking my strap-on in his mouth. I told him what I expected of him, and told him that if he was not sufficiently enthusiastic about the sucking, he would be belt whipped.

He sucked really well and his reward was that he got to bend over for a rough doggy style fucking up his ass, still in his bra and fishnets. I pulled his hair and called him my bitch. Then he was required to lick my pussy until I was satisfied.

For his satisfaction? I took him over to the toilet, made him stand in front of it, and masturbate himself. I told him that if he even got a drop on my fishnets there'd be hell to pay! His panties were long gone, but he still had on his bra, minus some of the stuffing by this time. As he jerked, I fondled his balls, slapped his backside with my hand, and spoke to 'her' as if she was a naughty, slutty girl. He came quickly, but did not get it all in the water, splatterring the back of the toilet with his cum. I pretended to be cross with him, and told him that 'potty training' will be starting tomorrow. Ha Ha!

Saturday has been turning into punishment day. I love punishment day!