Husband belt whipped for overspending

I am in charge of the money in the household, and recently I was noticing that our credit card bill was very high and so I really scrutinized the spending. OMG is all I can say. david has been spending a lot of money lately. I have not really seriously scened his ass for some time now, so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone.

"david! wtf on the credit card bill!!! You have some explaining to do, mister!"

He looked guilty. He knew what I was talking about.

"Do you think you can just spend anything you please without consulting me?? Looks like I'm going to have to remind you who wears the pants in the family when it comes to money."

That was code. He knew he was about to be scened. He also knew he was about to be punished, for real, and some new rules, for real, would be coming down on his ass.

"I want you to go upstairs, shave yourself properly, top and bottom back and front, clean yourself out thoroughly in the backside, have a hot scented bubble bath, then get dressed in your schoolgirl outfit, and I mean all the way dressed: bra, panties, stockings, skirt and blouse You have one hour. I expect you to be back down here after that, sitting on the spanking chair in the middle of the living room with your knees pressed together and your hairbrush in your lap waiting for me. You've earned yourself a spanking, and a good hard one at that."

I thought it would be fun this time to have him go through the "feminine" ritual of preparing himself for me by himself. Shaving his private parts. Giving himself a "douche" in the bum. Sitting in a hot bubble bath. Putting on his lingerie (white stockings, garter belt, panties, bra), short plaid schoolgirl skirt, and little white blouse that bares his midriff and ties under his tits. I knew he would be worried as he was doing this, because he had a pretty good idea of what he had spent on that credit card, and had no idea how angry I might be. My little spendthrift wife was about to get her comeuppance, for sure.

I watched Olympics while this was going on, and after about an hour and a half I shut it off and went to the living room. I had deliberately dressed down, in old jeans and a rough work shirt. I wanted for him to accept his role as a "wife under discipline," and our relative dress would drive that home. I also had my heaviest leather belt around my waist which I was planning on taking off at some point...

Well wasn't he darling sitting there! He was dressed exactly as I had instructed, and smelled very nicely as well. His knees were pressed together and his hairbrush was on his lap.

I went over some of the more heinous expenses with him.

He looked sheepish at some of them, for sure. I told him that if he was ever going to put more than $500 on the credit card at a time he needed to discuss it with me first. He agreed immediately. I guess nothing makes a husband more agreeable than sitting there in women's clothing waiting for a licking.

I then told him that he would now be punished, and that he will learn to not make unilateral decisions in this household. I had him stand and took his place on the spanking chair. I pulled him by the wrist and put him across my knee.

I love women's clothing for the purposes of spanking. The skirt flips right up, and the panties glide right down, and did they ever, baring his backside framed by the white garter belt and stocking tops.

He would be spanked bright red from his mid-ass to stocking tops, and right over to the garter straps. Before I started, I parted his cheeks and was pleased to see that he had shaved himself around his anus up towards his testicles, and that the bumhole itself was squeaky clean, even upon close inspection. He had a pretty lavender smell about him as well. At least my little girl can follow her instructions.

I started with my hand to warm him up. He was still clutching his hairbrush, knowing that was next. When my hand got sore I told him to pass up the hairbrush and we could get started properly on his disciplining.

I really enjoyed reddening his cheeks with his hairbrush. He eventually cried out and kicked his stockinged feet, but I was relentless, punishing in the spot nature intended naughty males to catch it. I got a lot of "pleases" and "I'm sorry's" but I didn't care. I was going to make sure he was well punished with that hairbrush before I let him off my lap!

I made a point of first achieving a nice even red all over my designated target area. I then really layed into him just above his stocking tops and around the crease where bum meets thigh. This, of course, had him howling and begging for mercy. Music to my ears. The naughty spendthrift! Be careless with OUR money will he? Hmpf!

He was wiggling too much before I barely started on that phase, so I readjusted and threw my right leg over the backs of both of his. I also pulled his panties off his ankles and told him to stuff them into his mouth. david knew what was coming and was already begging me not to. He knew I would be lighting the fire of Hades above his stocking tops. But I was determined to teach a lesson, so for the next minute he would be scalded white by his hairbrush.

He screamed and shrieked, and when I was done, his eyes were wet. I stood him up and conducted him to face the wall, his panties still stuffed into his mouth. I put a piece of paper against the wall and made him hold it up with his nose. I then crossed his arms behind his back, holding up his little skirt in the process. This showed off a nicely beaten bare bum. I adjusted his stocking tops and straps for a more pleasant, symmetrical appearance.

My naughty little girl would be spending the next fifteen minutes in time-out showing off her spouse-spanked bum.

I walked away telling him he could stay like that until I had regained my composure, after which he would be taken to the bedroom, belt whipped, and fucked to tears with Adam. Let him stew on that, I thought. Holding up his skirt to display his bare bottom would concentrate his attention on his bottom, and I knew he would be hard pressed to think about anything else but the belting and punishment fucking that was yet to befall his already super sore derriere.

I let him contemplate his situation for the next ten or fifteen minutes and then went to collect him.

I grabbed him by the ear and dragged him up to the bedroom. Panty-gagged he remained. I piled three pillows on the bed and made him get across them, ass high. I then made him look at me as I scolded him some more. I told him for this infraction he was getting a belt licking across his already well-spanked ass. He watched worriedly, fixating on my belt, his panties still stuffed in his mouth.

He knew that my belt would be coming off and that he would be taught a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. As he watched I started unfastening my belt and pulling it out from the loops around my jeans. He looked very nervous as I drew out the anticipation.

My belt would teach him in no uncertain terms who wore the pants in this family, and who was the one who was required to be skirted, bra'd, stockinged, gartered, and ass up for a licking.

I cracked my belt hard across his ass cheeks. He yelled into his panty gag from my first stroke to my last. I didn't give him more than about fifty, but they were all very hard ones and they left a definite impression.

As I gave him the belt licking, we went over the new rule about consulting me before putting larger expenses on the credit card. I got him to repeat the rule back to me over and over, which was funny, as he had to mumble it out through the panty gag, and only halfway through saying it I would bring the belt down hard across his bare fanny which made him scream out and interrupted his little one-sentence speech. You can imagine it took him dozens of tries before he said it anywhere near to my satisfaction.

By the time I was done with him, his bottom and thighs were nicely marked up. The right cheek had clearly taken more damage than the left, and I had some nice rectangular strap marks clearly visible. My boy would not be sitting comfortably for some time to come!

Of course, dishing out a beating of this calibre makes me very hot and bothered. And he was still looking adorable, ass high, skirt flipped up, stockings and garter belt framing my canvas, little legs shaking...

He was looking so feminine and submissive like that that it was no chore at all to put on my strap-on right over my jeans, lube him up, and sodomize his asshole. My thought was that the rough fabric of my jeans pushing up against his sensitive ass cheeks and stocking top thighs, with him still skirted and in feminine lingerie, would really drive home our relative sex roles in the bedroom, especially after I had just belt whipped him into submission.

I had earlier promised to "fuck him to tears" and I was determined to do so. Yes, it was my larger dildo, Adam, I used on him. And while I am always careful and considerate of his asshole, there are degrees of that, and this time, as it was a punishment fucking, I pushed in just a little bit faster than he was ready for. This elicited a spitting out of his panty gag and some high-pitched begging from him for me to slow down, "please slow down!"

"Who told you you could take your gag out? Would you like me to add a fucking for disobedience on top of the fucking you've already earned for overspending, or would you like to put the panty gag back into your mouth?"  Very rational, I thought. With males, you always need to give them a choice so that they think they have some control.

He put the panty gag back into his mouth.

I started thrusting. Again, while always considerate of his bum, there are degrees, and I went slightly on the side of "too hard, too fast, too deep."

I'm not sure exactly how long I fucked him for, but I was sweating and exhausted when I pulled out.  Banging your man that hard takes effort!

He knew I wouldn't stop until he was crying, so he obliged me by sobbing pitifully into the bed sheets towards the end. I know because I bent over on top of him, dildo still firmly inserted, turned his head towards the side by the hair, and felt the moisture beneath his eyes. Good enough, I thought. He had been fucked for punishment and knew that any time I chose I could fuck him like that again. Unlike him, my dick never softens.

I pulled out and was pleased to see that my Adam was only marginally dirty towards the tip. david had done a decent job cleaning himself out for his fucking this time.

"go stand against the wall," I told him, "and hold your ass cheeks apart so I can see your punished little hole."

He did that, and I was most satisfied to see his punished thighs and cheeks, and his widely distended and shiny lubed-up freshly fucked asshole on display.

I stripped, lay on the bed so I could see him, and got out my Hitachi. Without another word to him I got myself off just looking at what I had done to him. Mmmmmm. Oftentimes I will get him to use his tongue on my asshole as I get myself off, but I was still a bit angry for real at him, and I didn't think I wanted him doing that to me this time.

Once I had taken care of my own needs, I released him from his display. He had hardened in the meantime. I didn't care.

"Yeah? You hard, baby?" I said as I stroked it. "For extra punishment, you don't cum for a week, got it?"

david looked like he was about to say something.

"Or do we go another round with my belt and dildo? I can do this all night if I have to."

He thought better and agreed to his not cumming for a week. I told him that included masturbation, and no edging of himself, in case of accident. At the end of the week I told him I would stick his little vibrating plug into him, handjob his cock, and then he would be dining on his jizz that night. I'm thinking maybe chicken breasts with cum sauce for him? I told him I would see if I could get either Michelle or Sue over for dinner that night. He could explain to them why he was being punished with jizz sauce that night. And he should look it up in advance, measure it when it came out, and make sure to record the calories. Ha Ha!