An Epic Spanking for my Husband

I conducted an epic spanking for my husband the other day and thought I would share it here. His ass was very messed up and I had him begging for "mercy, mercy, mercy" by the time I was done with him.

Here's what instigated it. We're getting a bathroom renovation done and we have a "bathroom designer", Francesca, helping us to lay it out and pick the materials. david has always wanted one of those toilets that spray water up your ass and then dry you automatically. Only thing is that it's actually quite expensive. We were having our final meeting with Fracesca and we had to make the final choices. I made him beg me a little for it in front of Francesca. As I acquiesced I said,

"Fine, you can have your little toy, but I will make you pay for it after Francesca leaves."

"yes ma'am" he said to me.

Francesca just sort of smiled a bit and ignored our exchange. I imagine she thought I would make him perform some sexual favours on me. That was indeed part of what happened. She might have been surprised, however, at what came before: an epic ass beating. I wasn't really upset with david. He can be such a little boy at times, and a spendthrift one at that. Perhaps more upset with myself for indulging him? At any rate, it would be his ass paying the piper.

After Francesca left I told david to go have a shower and then to wait for me in our bedroom. When I got there he was very clean and sitting on the side of the bed with a white towel wrapped around his waist. I made him stand and drop his towel. His penis was semi erect.

I kept him standing there naked as I gave him a very strict scolding. I was wearing jeans and a white blouse that showed a fair deal of cleavage. I channelled that lady in the hotel room I blogged about a little time ago and really laid into him. Finger wagging. Very loud. Very stern. As I scolded I could see his penis getting harder and harder. Ha! That's how you know you have a subby on your hands!

I sat on an armless chair and pulled him across my knee for a hand spanking. This pinkened his butt.

I reached for my big paddle and gave him a very intense paddling.

My goal was low spank spots angry red with whites in the middle. Mission accomplished amidst much howling from my man.

Then it was face down on the bed for a good old fashioned application of strap oil to his already brutalized butt cheeks. After a good leathering I picked up my rubber strap and used that. It has great "wrap-around" ability, and I used it to wrap around into his inner cleft. I also made him spread his legs wide, tuck his balls away, and used it to wrap around onto his inner thighs which he did not appreciate at all.

I then picked up my thing that is cross between a riding crop and a dog whip is the best way to describe it. I severely striped his ass with that. He was howling and rolling away. I told him he needed to hold still for twenty and if he did not we would start all over from one. I wound up giving him over one hundred strict ones with that whip to his ass and thighs. I had to back off  a bit on the last twenty or it NEVER would have ended. He was SOOOO frustrated that he couldn't last through twenty at a time. Each time we re-started he kicked his feet and pounded his fists on the bed, literally cried, and begged me "Please Julie, please no more!" But as he was doing that he moved his ass back into position and even raised it for the next restart of his twenty dog whippings. I don't mind his begging and carrying on. It turns me on in fact. I only care that his ass is obedient to me.

I think I am one of a relatively small percentage of women who can really enjoy whipping her man this hard. I have definite sadist tendencies. I don't care if he's at his limit, or even beyond it. He won't be permanently injured, I am good enough that I can guarantee that. He will be suffering, though, and for real, and I can also guarantee that. Those weren't no crocodile tears!

After the whip I decided he needed more from my little hard spiky rubber paddle. I put my knee on his back, made him spread his legs wide with his balls tucked up, and continued on going to town on his ass and thighs, especially his inner thighs. His voice achieved a certain pitch of "frantic" as I pulled on the skin with my one hand, flattening it out, and whacked hard as I could down onto it. I did that at the crease where ass meets thigh, effectively eliminating the crease which exposes virgin skin unused to direct smacks. I also did this to his inner thighs, pulling the skin towards the outside and smacking down on the taughtened inner thigh skin. This had him screaming for mercy, bucking under my knee, and kicking his legs like a little froggy.

I got off him, picked up the heavy leather tawse, and made him count out the final twenty.

I delivered each and every one to more or less the same place: low spank spots on the under-curve of his ass. For each one I whipped as hard as I could maintaining good aim, with a twist at the waist, a full arm movement, a whip of my wrist just before contact, and a full-on follow just like Venus Williams or sister Serena might do.

Even on his messed up ass, each stroke still painted a vivid rectangular mark. His ass was getting a grade-A sizzling! After each stroke he screamed, pumped his ass, called out the number followed by a "Ma'am" and then raised his ass for the next stroke. I had to repeat stroke one because he did not say "One Ma'am", and so he got twenty-one instead.

After that final dosing of strict ass punishment he rolled into a foetal ball clutching at his punished cheeks and wailed like a baby. I would have none of this. I grabbed him by the ear and conducted him back to the spanking chair where I again took him across my lap so I could finish him up with my hand while admiring my handiwork. This time he was feeling my hand a lot more! He was very sensitive to a pinch and scratch, and especially sensitive to hand spanks when I again tautened his inner thighs and low crease. Even my hand spanking had him begging for me to stop, which was unusual.

After having my (very considerable) fun with him, I put him on his knees and comforted him.

Then I led him to our bed, put him face up on it, stripped myself, and sat on his face looking down his body. I made him very thoroughly eat out my asshole as I used my Hitachi to get myself off THREE times in a row!!!

While he had shrivelled during his spanking, being made to eat out my asshole brought his cock back from the dead. I decided I would be merciful and allow him a release.

I used restraints on his wrists and on his ankles. I had him face up on the bed. I tied his wrists up above his head to the headboard. I then used a rope to pull back his feet towards the headboard also. This made his cock point directly at his face and displayed his punished ass and thighs for my enjoyment.

I got out some lube and started vigorously jerking his cock.

At the same time, I lightly fingered and spanked his prominently displayed asshole and balls with my other hand. To "encourage" him, I told him that if he didn't cum soon he wouldn't be allowed to cum at all, and instead I would get the dog whip back out and use it on him in his heels over head state, and that if I did that his asshole and balls would not escape my cruel little whip. I knew all I needed to do was to say something like this and as I did so I could in fact feel his excitement grow.

"Right in your face, you little slut!" I taunted him. "Open your mouth. OPEN IT!"

The first spurt hit him right in the eye! Oh dear. I adjusted my aim and got most of the rest into his mouth, with some splattered around his face. I milked the last bits out of him and onto his lips, and then scooped up all the cum with my hand and fed it to him. House rules: if he spurts he eats.

After I let him up, oh my goodness but was he ever sore. He usually makes a dash for the bathroom to wash the taste of cum out of his mouth. This time he kind of hobbled towards the bathroom with his legs spread wide like a little cowboy in chaps after a hard days' riding! I can report that he had genuine issues with sitting down the rest of the evening, and I felt a little smirk come on each time he rubbed at his inner thighs, which were the most sore. By next morning he was still a bit sore and a bit bruised in some of the more tender spots. Too bad he had a massage therapy appointment later that day. His therapist always bares his thighs and cheeks.

She would definitely see the lingering evidence of a well-disciplined husband (nothing she has not seen already). Perhaps the massage will help the bruises heal quicker?

So, long and short of it is that he will be getting his bum-washing toilet, but I truly believe that he paid for it in full.

Man but I love beating his ass raw!