Spanked for Receiving a Hand Job from my Sister

Well, this has turned into a three-parter. First I blogged about a rather typical scene in our bedroom where I made my husband go down on me and then (I thought) graciously allowed him to jerk himself off in my bed. I described that in Cunnilingus. Now! I gave the readers' digest version to my sister, and she felt sorry that I had not done anything for him except let him use his own hand. She thought he at least deserved a handy. So I challenged her that if she thought he deserved one, she should should go right ahead and give him one. She took me up on it and gave him a lovely hand job, complete with a full and satisfying ejaculation, for being such a good husband to me and licking my pussy whenever I told him to. I described that in Sister Lends a Hand.

Now please don't misunderstand. I love it that david gets to experience sexual things at the hands of my sister and other women (so long as I arrange it). However, I have a policy that after any such incidence he must be punished so that he is reminded anew, in no uncertain terms, that I am she who giveth and she who taketh away. In other words, he needs to be reminded, forcefully reminded, to whom he belongs.

He knew it was coming, and he knew why, but I had to wait several days to get to it. Then it was time.

"Did you enjoy that hand job from Sue? You know I have to spank you now, don't you?"

He knew. He accepted it.

I took him up to the bedroom. I put him the shower and supervised as he washed himself. I made him use the soap on his underarms, down between his legs, and in his butt. I made him rinse and re-soap and clean himself down there several times. I kept close supervision on him the entire time, and gave him detailed instructions on how to clean his bum hole, his testicles, his penis shaft, and his penis tip. Lots of soap. Lots of rubbing. Nice hot water to rinse with. Rinse and repeat.

When he was done, I grabbed a towel in one hand, grabbed his ear with the other, and marched him sopping wet (and hard) to the spanking chair. I put the towel on my lap, and pulled him across my knee. I explained to him why he was being spanked. I then proceeded to vigorously dry off his backside with my hairbrush.

That got him hopping. He grabbed a leg of the chair with his right hand, and reached back and grabbed my butt with his left hand. I allow this behavior, so long as he does not get too frantic and lose control. It's comforting to him to be able to touch me in an intimate fashion during his spankings. And I feel it builds a good bond, especially given the reason he was across my knee this time: to re-establish our mutual ownership rights over each others' asses.

When he was well-spanked with that hairbrush, and a little frantic, I had him stand. So far it was only to his sit spots. I intended that would soon change. I marched him down to the living room and had him move the high-backed couch into position. It is very sturdy and allows me to drape my man over the back of it so that his feet are dangling mid air. I put him like that. Then I took up the leather belt and started in on his belt whipping.

This time I focused a lot on the backs of his thighs. He has been spanked on the ass a lot, and it is by now hard to mark him there. But his thighs are still tender, especially around towards the insides, and so that is where I concentrated. Again and again and again. I wanted him to feel pain. I wanted him to take the pain as a sign of devotion towards me. Since he was allowed to have my sister's hands on his penis, he would now have to prove his devotion to me in this manner.

So I wrapped the belt around to the insides of his thighs. I scalded them. Each stroke left an obvious mark. I changed from side to side, using both forehand and backhand swings. He would not be moving nor sitting comfortably after I was done with him.

My man struggled and kicked and wiggled. He worked himself (and the heavy couch!) away from me as I whipped him. Occasionally I would miss due to his wiggling, and the tip end would snake out and snap at his testicles. He howled. I considered it acceptable collateral damage.

When I let him up he doubled over and clutched at the backs of his thighs. I led him back up to the bedroom. I was not done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

I put him back across my knee. I continued using the belt (with a shortened up grip this time) to continue whipping away at his ass and thighs. I made him spread his legs. I pushed his penis and testicles out of the way and I whipped down with the belt into his super tender high inner thighs where his balls usually nestle again and again. The sounds coming from his mouth were positively animalistic! I also spread his cheeks, and used the belt to whip into his crack from both sides.

Putting down the belt, I took up the hairbrush, and continued on the same tender spots with the hard wood. It was all he could do to stay across my knee. Sometime the pain was so intense he would run away a bit. I accept this, so long as when I pause he comes right back over my knee, with his legs spread offering up his inner thighs as I had demanded, submissively into position for his punishment to continue.

I reminded him that the ultimate cause of his punishment was my not granting him any sexual favours in exchange for his, except allowing him to jerk off beside me in my bed. I told david that I respectfully disagreed with my sister in this matter. I owe him nothing in exchange for his oral service, and he should feel privileged that I allowed him to jerk off in my bed. He agreed with me. I told him we would seal the deal by having him to jerk off in bed once again while I watched.

He put himself face up on the bed, spat in his hand, and began rubbing his cock. I told him he was on the clock, and if he had not cum within a minute, he would be spanked some more for encouragement.

Well, he was not able to get the job done. So I made him stop, pulled him up and back down across my knee, and started in again with the hairbrush, again concentrating on his more sensitive areas. I gave him about five minutes of very intense punishment, and then I made him go back to the bed and try again.

He was limp from his spanking when he started. So I gave him two minutes this time. He got it up again and was rubbing away. But so sorry, could not seal the deal within the allotted time.

This time I put him face down, and used the belt to his ass and thighs. Once again I continued, pretty mercilessly I thought, to whip away at his thighs. I got him back to "shrieking" pretty quickly. But he was a good boy. He submitted as required despite the very intense whipping he was receiving. I was happy. He was taking it. For me.

I set him back at it. I told him he better cum this time, as the spankings would just continue until he did. We had to repeat several more times. After each whipping he started out limp. Each time after his rubbing was stopped  he was hard again, but just in time to be whipped back to limp.

After repeating this cycle a half dozen times, david started expressing frustration. He told me he "couldn't". That the spankings "hurt too much" and he "was limp" each time and by the time he got hard again I didn't give him "enough time" to finish. And that he "was worried" about the next spanking and couldn't finish because of that either. And that his "penis was sore" from the rubbing and he couldn't because of that either. Boo hoo. Cry me a river.

I think he actually though that I expected him to cum under these conditions. How cute! How naive. No, I did not expect him to cum. I expected him to fail and have to be whipped again.In fact, had I thought he was getting close, time would have magically been up.

When I made him stand and come over across my knee (limp and sore) for his next hairbrush-to-inner-thigh torture session, he actually stamped his foot in frustration. So cute! Like my little 2-year-old nephew throwing a temper tantrum. I nonetheless made him suffer through another session across my knee. In fact, I deliberately made it worse this time because of his little temper tantrum.

Then it was back to the bed, and back to his rubbing. There were tears in his eyes and he looked reluctant to touch his penis. I took pity on him, and asked if he needed some encouragement? I did a slow strip-tease for him, getting down to my bra, and then teasing my bra off until he could see my breasts. This seemed to breathe new life into old faithful down there, and he was able to get hard and rub himself again. It looked like he was actually going to succeed this time, so I looked at my watch, pretended I was actually timing anything, and yelled "time!".

"NOOOOO!" he yelled, and kicked his legs, but put his hands obediently down to his sides leaving his bobbing sore erection waving in the air.

I decided to take him for another trip down to the couch. This time I took the strap with me, not the belt. The strap is twin-tailed, and heavy as shit. I pushed him in front of me. He was naked and very well beaten. I was bare breasted with strap in hand. I made him kneel in front of me. Brandishing the strap, I told him we would finish off his punishment across the back of the couch with the strap. I told him I was proud of him for taking his punishment so well up to now, and that I expected him to submit to this last part, even though it would hurt the most of anything so far.

Oh my. He looked scared. It turned me on!

He was shaking as he draped himself over the back of the couch. His little balls were peeking out between his legs. He seemed to realize this at the last minute, and hastily adjusted himself to hide them in front lest they be struck. It was futile, though. After a few strokes of the strap across his ass and thighs, his legs would be dancing a mid-air jig anyways and his balls would be bouncing in front of me.

And so it came to pass. I did not hold back on the strap. I figured he may have been a bit numb by now from the spankings and whippings so far, so I felt I had to re-double my efforts, even with the heavier leather strap, to get through to him.

So he got his strapping, and he got it hard. I barely even went to his butt. It was all to the backs of his thighs. I was relentless. Stroke after stroke. When I felt he had definitely had enough, I kept going. He got frantic. He gradually worked himself over the back of the couch and then back down the other side, so his hands were on the floor and his legs were spread and sticking almost straight up. I used this to my advantage to go after his inner thighs with the heavy strap.

After a certain point he stopped screaming, and was just whimpering.  He later told me that at that point he was done. He just submitted completely to me. He finally realized that he had no control over when his whipping would end, and he just had to lay there and absorb every stroke for however long I chose to give it to him. Hope was at an end. He felt that he was in hell and that it would never end. That it would go on for eternity completely outside of his control forever and ever. And that's when I stopped.

His butt was dark, dark red, with the colour making a lovely "I love you" heart shape. His thighs were marked, bruised, and swollen. I felt that at this point he thoroughly understood to whom he belonged.

I stood him up. He was whimpering and there were genuine tears in his eyes. He was again doubled over and clutching with his hands at his punished thighs. His penis was completely limp and looked small and shriveled. I told him to come and made him walk ahead of me back up to the bedroom. He had trouble taking the steps.

I told him he must now finish his jerking off, and that I would help him. I lay beside him and allowed him to snuggle his head into my bare breasts as he rubbed himself. He burrowed into me. I allowed his mouth on my nipple, and he sucked as he rubbed his sore penis. I pulled him hard into my breasts and told him how much I loved him as he ejaculated.