Husband Rope-Whipped for being Slothful

You won't believe this!

So, we get a thing in the mail a few months ago that says we have to renew our license plate stickers. If you did it before a certain date, you saved some money as rates were going up.

Now, david is in charge of the cars, period. His responsibility.

I noticed the things still there after the magic date. That made me a bit angry, I must confess. No huge deal, just a few extra bucks, but really? And no, he didn't get punished for that, and certainly not severely whipped with a doubled-up purple nylon rope.

Maybe he earned himself a day in bra and panties, or something like that? But whatever, I let it slide.

So he goes online and pays, and a few weeks later the stickers for the license plates show up. Well in time, a whole month before the existing ones expire.

And there they sit near the kitchen phone. Week after week after week. Now it gets into October. Ok, still not expired yet. Now it gets into November. Definitely expired! Stickers still sitting in kitchen. As we drive out in the morning "Ah shit! I forgot the stickers again! I'll do it tonight." This happens several times. Still no rope whipping from me. No harm, no foul, right? But I know what you're thinking, gentle reader. He hasn't earned himself a brutal rope whipping surely, but maybe a trip across my knee for a visit with Ms. Hairbrush? Whatever, I let that one slide also.

It's the weekend, we are driving up North to visit my brother and his family. We are a block away from our house and david says. "Ah shit shit! The sticker!" So we drive back. He idles the car in front of the house while I run in and grab the sticker, and stick it on myself. Nope. Still no rope whipping. At least the sticker is on.

How can I be this lenient, you ask? Well, I don't scene his ass for every minor infraction. And certainly not a major scening like a rope whipping. But yeah, maybe it was time for him to be bending over for the belt followed by some panties-lowered corner time in the living room as penance.  And how about his fucking language? Maybe penance with a bar of soap in his mouth. Maybe after we got back.

We meet my brother and his family at a restaurant. We have a nice meal. We walk out back to the car. There is snow. david has no brush in the car to clean off the snow and ice. Nope. Still not a rope whipping offence. Maybe it was adding up to a strapping by now. Certainly not a cruel whipping with a rope...

My brother is prepared. He has a brush and ice scraper and he cleans off our car for us as david stands there like a helpless girl with his thumb up his ass. "What's this?" my brother asks. It looks to be a parking ticket.

We can't believe it! A parking ticket for parking in the restaurant's private parking lot? I take it from my brother. Address is back in Toronto. Ticket is not a parking violation, it is a $40 ticket for failing to have an up-to-date license plate sticker!!!!!

"You are so going to so get it when I get you home, mister!" I say, waving the ticket at david. My brother is not "in on it" but he knows I'm sort of bossy and david is sort of pussy whipped. But he doesn't know that david is about to be a lot more than just pussy whipped!

And yes, that was the last straw. Add it all up, and his ass would be getting such a severe whipping with a rope he was going to wish he never asked me to scene him those many years ago!

I had once seen a movie on TV where a teenage girl got sent to her bedroom for a whipping from her immigrant Dad for having a bad report card. A whipping with a rope. After her pretty intense whipping the Dad tied her wrists together with the same rope and tied the rope to the bed frame. There she lay, tied to the bed and crying with her jeans down around her ankles. I thought it very frightening (but oddly arousing!) at the time (I was a teenager myself when I saw that). That was the punishment I was going to recreate on david.

When we get home, very first thing I say as soon as we are inside: "go up to the bedroom, strip,  lie face down on the bed, and wait for me!"

We have a decently heavy 6' length of nylon rope intended for bondage. I was going to whip his ass with that rope.

I got the rope out and walked up to david. I doubled up the rope and then just whipped it down on his ass. What a mark it left! A big loopy welt on the far side of his hips. david rolled over to his side and screamed a bit. "Get back there!" I warned. I whipped it down again and again, marking his ass and legs all over. I only gave him about two dozen hard ones, but he was whimpering from fear and pain before I was done. Then I sat on his marked up ass, made him put his hands above his heads, quickly tied his wrists together and then tied the rope to the headboard. I did all of this while saying hardly a word. He knew why he was being punished.
I left him there like that, again without saying a word. His ass was very well welted.  I left him like that for about a half hour. He didn't see it, but on the way out I grabbed my strap-on dildo.

When I came back I had my strap-on dildo on over my panties. I left him tied face down on the bed. I made him get up on his knees. I got behind him, I lubed him roughly, and I stuck it into him. Still not a word said. The rough ass fucking was part two of his punishment. Before I was done he had collapsed to his tummy on the bed, his hands still tied above his head to the bed frame. I continued his punishment fucking in that position, relishing the welts I had inflicted on him.

As I fucked what was left of his brains out he grunted with every thrust. My intention was to spell out for him, non verbally, that he was my little ass whipped bitch and he better shape up or else that rope will be coming out again to play with his ass cheeks!

I pulled out of him and flipped him over to face up. Hands still bound. I stripped off and mounted him, siting on his face.

"Lick, bitch, and you better get the job done or I'll whip your front side as bad as I did your back side".

I came like that, grinding my pussy into his mouth and nose as he licked with a certain desperation.

I love being the Alpha Wife to a pussy-whipped husband! If only my brother could see me now...