Husband Belt-Whipped in Panties

I'm afraid I had to take a doubled-up leather belt to david's naughty ass today.

I got home from work late, and the kitchen was a mess. I found david in front of the television with dirty plates beside him. Instead of cleaning the kitchen before I got home, he just let it stay messy. I really, really, hate that.

I shut off his TV, grabbed him by the ear, and brought him to the kitchen. We had a little one-sided discussion about him leaving a mess for me when I walk in the door after a long day's work.

"Give me your belt,' I told him, "go get your hairbrush, and meet me in the living room."

david undid his belt, pulled it out from around his waist, and handed it to me with just a little fear in his eyes. Then he started going up the stairs to get his hairbrush.

"Oh, and I want you in a pair of panties, young man, and nothing but!" I called after him. I call him "young man" when his in trouble, even though he is my husband and older than I (physically, not emotionally).

I set out the folding chair in the middle of the living room and waited for him.

"Over my knee," I told him when he arrived, so cute in the little panties he had chosen. He handed me the hairbrush and descended across my lap, an obvious erection despite what he knew was coming.

 I started him off with some hard whacks to the seat of his panties, and the bare skin below. After a time, I peeled his panties down his legs to his knees, and spanked his bare bottom. I went hard on him. I had him kicking his legs and begging before too long, which is music to my ears but doesn't affect my stopping-point in the least. I covered every inch, even parting his cheeks to spank into his cleft. Only when I felt he had fully learned the first part of his lesson did I restore his panties to his brightly blushing cheeks.

I then told him to clean up his kitchen. He had five minutes and would get one additional belt lick for every 10 seconds late.

Well you never saw a boy move so fast! He was very motivated and got it done barely in time. His reddened pantied cheeks were wiggling like crazy as he cleaned the sinks, countertops and the mess he had left on the floor. I inspected, and found a few faults. He had to do those parts over, and that put him overtime by about a minute.

"Bend over." I told him, indicating the back of the couch. He had a pained expression on his face, but did as he was told. "Lower your panties." I told him after he was bent over. He reached behind and lowered them to beneath his cheeks. They would not go lower as he was lying on the front of the panty.

I took up the belt, doubled it up, snapped it, and told him he was going to be belt-whipped thirty times, as hard as I could swing, for being a messy marvin.

I swung the belt hard right across his cheeks, and was rewarded by a yell, a stiffening of his whole body that raised his legs up off the floor, and a nasty red rectangular stripe across his ass.

I love the CRACK of the belt as it swings across those defenceless little man-cheeks!

I waited about fifteen seconds between strokes and did it again, concentrating on his ass. After a few such, I could see his hands start to come up and move towards his ass. He knew better though, and returned them to the seat of the couch without me having to say anything. It was funny watching his hands wave in mid-air, undecided. I did remind him, though, that if his hands came up we would be starting from the beginning, but he already knew that.

After the thirty, he thought he was done. I disabused him of that silly notion. He was a minute late cleaning the kitchen, and so had earned another six strict beltings. "Pull you panties down to you ankles," I told him, "you're getting these on your legs".

I belt-spanked the backs of his legs (which he hates), and left some great marks and one little bruise on the far side of his thigh where the belt had wrapped around.

"Are you ever going to leave the kitchen a mess again for when I come home?" I asked him.

"no ma'am" he answered in a small, shaking voice.

"You better not, you little belt-whipped bitch." When he talks so submissively to me, it brings this sort of thing out of me.

I helped him up, gave him a hug, and told him that he mustn't test me, because I will not hesitate to use the belt, or the strap if he pushes me. He apologized for the careless mess. I knelt in front of him and pulled his panties back up his legs.

Then I walked him over to the wall, and had him put his nose against it, holding up a piece of paper. There is a cardboard banker's box I keep there that he must stand in front of. It is so that his feet are away from the wall and he has to bend forward and arch his back to hold up the paper. I had him cross his arms behind him, at the small of his back, and had him hold his belt. Then I pulled down his panties to just beneath his cheeks so that I could admire the marks from his leathering.

I set the stove timer for five minutes, and told him that when the timer went off, he could come upstairs and give me an orgasm with his tongue, as punishing him had made me very wet and horny.