Thursday, November 26

MMA Fighting

Not sure if you guys know this, but I've been doing some kickboxing at the gym. My husband talked me into it. He's all into MMA and trains a bit. We watch the fights together even. Poor Ronda! Congratulations to Holly!

I thought it was time david and I sparred a bit. Yes he outweighs me, is much taller and stronger, and has more skill. But I hold the ace: I make the rules!

So I got into my little black shorts, a sports bra, and little black top that I tied up to show off my tummy (he likes my tummy - I work hard at it, he better). The little black shorts show off my backside nicely as well...

Then I wrapped my hands and put on my pink (of course) boxing gloves.

He put on his shorts and top and his black boxing gloves. We cleared out the furniture in the living room and I set the rules. We were to do three three-minute rounds of standup fighting. Then we would take off the gloves and do two three-minute rounds of grappling. I setup a round timer app on my iPhone for eight three-minute rounds with one minute breaks between (you'll learn why the extra three rounds soon enough!)

The rules for standup were as follows.
  1. He was not allowed to punch me in my face or head, but he could hit me, lightly, in the body and legs.
  2. I could go as hard as I wanted anywhere on him. He ought to know how to defend himself, right?
The rules for grappling were
  1. You get points for removing your opponents clothing, for groping them, for smacking their ass, and for putting them into humiliating positions.
  2. Of course there was no striking by him anywhere except lightly on my ass to get spank points.
  3. I could strike him anywhere, and as hard as I wanted.
  4. Usual banned moves in grappling, except my squeezing his balls was definitely allowed, but him squeezing my tits hard was definitely not (a gentle grope was fine, assuming he could get it).
  5. While I would get points for putting him into humiliating poses, he was not allowed to put me into any humiliating positions at all.
  6. If I was moving him into a humiliating pose, he was not allowed to stop me.
  7. If he managed to get a dominant position or a submission hold he had to let go of it right away.
  8. If I got a dominant position I could stay there as long as I wanted.
  9. If I got a submission on him I would instantly win.
  10. He was not allowed to rip or completely remove any of my clothing (but he could bare my ass or tits by lifting or lowering if he was man enough while I elbowed him in the face).
  11. Once I started removing any of his clothes, he was not allowed to stop me by holding them in place (he could wiggle to try to get away though).
And to determine the ultimate winner:
  1. If the contest went to the judge's scorecard, I would be the sole judge.
I think it was a pretty fair contest, no?

And the stakes were pretty high, let me tell you. Loser had to get spanked by the winner for one three-minute round; had to suck cock for one three-minute round, and had to take it up the ass for one three-minute round. I sure hoped it wouldn't be me losing! Can you imagine my Lilly-white ass getting a spanking from him? Or me on my knees sucking his cock?? Or worse still, me bending over and him fucking my tight little asshole with his cock??? I would have to bring my A-game for sure to beat such a formidable opponent as my david!

We were ready to go.

DING! Round One!

I slugged away at his face but mainly punched his gloves as he was cowering behind them. I let go one into his rib cage that made him say "Ooof!" I backed away and he came after me. I let him have a front kick to his belly. That's my best kick! Totally caught him with it. His punches were really slow, but he tapped me lightly once or twice on my body. What a total wimp. I was beating his ass! Yay! Once he almost punched me in the face, but for some reason the punch stopped before it even touched me. Ha! I let him have one into his ribs for his trouble! Who's 'yo Mama? We got close and we clinched up. I pulled his head down and tried really hard to knee him in his balls. But he was onto me and kept my hips pushed away so I couldn't quite reach his precious family jewels. When we broke the little shit kicked me in the legs. Ouch! Little bitch. I was going to really let him have it but he got saved by the round one bell. Lucky he got the bell or I would surely have knocked him unconscious!

Nice workout. It got a little sheen of sweat on the both of us. This fighting shit is fun!

DING! Round Two!

We came out and touched gloves. Pretty much a repeat of the first round. He seemed totally unable to get anywhere near my head, and he covered up pretty good, and was pretty good at dodging and weaving (read: running away) so it was hard for me to really clock him. I did get a few more T kicks into his soft belly. And ripped some good shots into his ribs. He did manage to punch me gently in the tummy, and kick me in the legs and side, but they were pathetically light, and I taunted him with "Is that all you got, bitch?!"

DING! Round Three!

This time I was serious. He was going DOWN!

I came out swinging and made him cower behind his gloves. When he was all covering up I gave him a good kick to his leg. Let him get a taste of his own medicine! It was pretty much a repeat of the last round. He kept aiming for my face and head and totally missing. And any blows he got through to my body and legs were weak like a baby. Meanwhile I teed off on him with good hard kicks and punches that had him cowering and begging for his Mommy. Unfortunately, by the end of the round he was still standing, but the score was CLEARLY three to nothing for me.

By this time, we both had a really good sweat going on. We took off the gloves and wraps. I paused the clock while we got ready for the grappling. He kept foolishly taunting me, saying the wrestling was coming up and how he was so much bigger, stronger and more skilled that I would be stripped bare and have to get spanked, suck cock, and take it up my ass. In his dreams, I told him. I was up three rounds and I had no intention of losing this match, even if I could.

We put some Yoga mats down on top of the carpet. I unpaused the timer. He was already kneeling on the ground. I looked down at him. "You're going down, bitch!" I told the cocky little bastard.

I knelt in front of him and the timer went off for the first round of mixed grope-strip grappling.

DING! Round Four!

Not even close! Every time he seemed to get the advantage I easily reversed him and got on top. Once or twice, when I was in guard, he got a little titty squeeze in.

He paid for each squeeze in spades with my elbow into his guts after I got back on top, which was surprisingly easy.

We were rolling around on top of each other. Both of us were super sweaty. He got a little spank in onto my ass. I returned the favour with a hard whack to his and a deep wedgy. He did manage to pull my shorts down a bit and grope both bare and covered ass. But I quickly reversed the situation and put him into one awkward position after another. As he was  leaning over me once I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. That slowed him down. I jumped around onto his back and pulled the shirt clean off him. His shorts were next. I reached out and squeezed his balls. That took the wind out of his wrestling sails! He went to his belly to try to protect his precious little balls. I took the opportunity to pull his shorts down to mid-thigh and spank him over his undies. That earned me big humiliation points! But he put up a struggle and managed to get away from me and retain his shorts by the end of the round.

DING! Round Five!

Bitch was mine this round!

This time I gave him a slap across the face which seemed to surprise him. Using that, I knocked him over and went back to work on his shorts. This time I got them down and right off him. I waved them around in the air in triumph, taunting the little underweared bitch, and threw his forfeit gym shorts across the room.

The rest of the round was pure humiliation for him. No matter what he did he could not stop me from lowering his undies and smacking his bare ass, or showing off his bare penis to the "crowds" (we were broadcast on Pay-Per-View you know). Each time he pulled his undies back up, then each time I went in for the kill again, stealing his modesty anew. At one point I stacked him so that his heels were over his head and his ass was high in the air. I pulled his shorts down his legs and smacked his bare ass. I spread his cheeks so the cameras would have a bird's eye view of his open asshole. He was totally humiliated live on PPV. This little bitch would not be able to show his face in an MMA gym again!

I finished him by stripping his undies clean off and sitting on top of him.

He was buck naked on Pay-Per-View. Beaten by a girl! Ha Ha! Just then the round timer went off ending the final round. I stayed on him, making him say "Uncle" and admit that he lost the match fair and square. I stood up and celebrated my victory! Girl Power!

I told him we still had three rounds left, and made him tell me what each round would consist of.

"Spanking, cock-sucking, and ass fucking," he moaned.

I made him get on his knees, spread his legs, raise his ass, arch his back, and put his face on the mat. That's how he would be spending the one minute rest between the remaining rounds.

I know, too bad for him. He was so close to being able to spank and dominate me with his cock. So close. He just wasn't able to pull it off. Now he would be suffering the consequences of taunting me with that fate.

I decided he'd get his spanking right in the middle of the wrestling ring. I fetched an implement. A thin stingy hardwood paddle. I only had three minutes to spank his ass and I wanted to leave an impression. I knelt on one knee and made him bend over my other. I held him there like that and waited for the bell.

DING! Round Six!

I started going at him...

Oh yes, it was that humiliating! Spanked naked across a woman's knee in front of millions of home viewers. His penis, testicles, and asshole waving in the air for all to see as he received his womanly comeuppance with my hard little paddle.

I went at him hard and fast. I maintained a cadence of between one and two paddle strokes per second. Three minutes? That's likely somewhere around 300 paddle strokes! Well if he's going to lose a fight to a girl, that's what he gets. I can't do anything about that. I REDDENED that ass! It was fire engine red and turning white in the middles before I was done. He was literally begging for it to stop, but the round timer was relentless: his cruel Mistress Siri.

Finally, to his immense relief, the round timer signaled the end of his three minutes of ass blistering paddling. I pushed him off my leg and he rolled around on the ground clutching his ass. What a spectacle he was making of himself. Big tough MMA fighter! Dick flopping on his belly as he rubbed his girl-smacked ass. Well a bet's a bet and that's what losers get: a good old-fashioned ass cracking across the winner's knee!

I put him back into kneeling position and got ready for round seven. I had to pause the timer to get enough time to get my strap-on properly attached. I re-started the timer and went to stand in front of him.

DING! Round Seven!

I made him kneel in front of me. I grabbed his hair, and I pulled him down onto my big hard dick. He put his mouth around it and went deep. No no. I told him to kiss it first. To work the tip with his tongue. To take in only a little bit at first. He needed to do it properly!

Before the end of the round, I did however have him deep-throating that cock. I am so impatient with the gagging! He really needs to learn to get that throat open more.

As he sucked, I made him spit on his hand and play with his hard cock, as it was clearly excited sucking dick.

All too soon his three minutes of public cock sucking were over as the bell rang again.

I made him resume his kneeling position for the one minute rest period. I asked him if he wanted me to use his rest period to loosen up his asshole with a finger fucking, or if he was going to take the dick in cold into his ass at the next bell. The little princess practically begged me for his finger fucking!

I paused the timer so I would have more time to properly loosen him up.

I got some lube, got behind him, and stuck a digit right up there. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped my finger in and out of his ass. First one finger, then two, and then three. I couldn't believe he had begged me for this finger fucking. Bad enough he was going to get sodomized by a woman on Pay-Per-View, but to be finger fucked by her first? Disgraceful!

When I judged him loose enough to take my cock up his ass, I pulled out my finger and wiped it on a paper towel. He was clean back there. I guess he was expecting this outcome.

Before restarting the timer, I sneakily adjusted the round length to ten minutes without him knowing. He would think this next "three minute" round was endless!

DING! Round Eight!

I lined up my big white dildo on his asshole and pushed in. He moaned, but his asshole opened like a flower and sucked in my cock like magic. I started the pumping action.

Poor little bitch. First he gets beat by a woman. Then he gets spanked like a woman, made to suck cock like a woman, finger-fucked ass high like a woman, and now cock-fucked like a woman doggy style. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped him. When I judged we were about half way through I pulled out and put him on his back. I made him raise his knees. I knelt low in front of him, and re-inserted from the front, missionary position.

I lowered my top so that he, and the whole Pay-Per-View audience, could see my bare breasts. I'm a woman and proud of it, and proud of my breasts. I wanted no doubt in his, or anybody else's mind, that he was being fucked like a woman, BY a woman. My proud bare titties were a symbol of that.

"Is the timer on?" he asked.

"Yup. Set for three minutes. Is it feeling longer than that, loser bitch?"

I bent backwards to thrust deeper. And I also made him work to fuck himself on my dildo. I squirted lube on his cock and told him to get himself off while my penis was inside of him.

He rubbed, moaned, and wiggled on my cock. I taunted him, "are you going to cum for me bitch? Huh? Are you 'gonna cum with a big hard cock up your ass? Show off your true colours?"  It was all too much for him. He completely disgraced himself with a messy ejaculation on his tummy and chest with my cock buried deep into him to the hilt.

Literally ten seconds later, the bell went off ending the event. Ha Ha! He didn't even go the distance!

I pulled out of him and cleaned off my dildo (it wasn't messy). I grabbed him by the hair and made him kneel. I told him to look into the camera so the whole PPV audience could see a beaten little bitch. I scooped up his cum with my fingers, pushed it into his mouth, and made him swallow. I stuck my fingers into his mouth and made him suck on them to clean them up, and swallow any remaining goo.

I then took off the strap-on and stripped off all my clothes. I put him on his back on the mat and sat on his face.

I made him lick pussy until I came.

Isn't that just so humiliating for him? To have to have his face sat on and perform cunnilingus on my cunt while the whole world watches?

 Serves the bitch ride for challenging me!

Saturday, November 14

F'ing B*tch

Oh boy did I have to ever punish my husband the other day!

He was driving in traffic in the city, I was in the car, and another driver cut him off. It was pretty egregious. They cut right in front crossing three lines of traffic causing david to have to brake hard, and then cut into a right turn only lane, and then went straight through the intersection cutting off another car and not even turning right! In the natural flow of traffic we happened to catch up and it turned out it was a female Asian driver (Chinese I believe). Fairly young looking. Fairly oblivious looking. david glared at her (she did not even see) and then muttered "fucking bitch".

Ooooh! He didnt! Nice opportunity for a scene.

My response was, "she is a fucking bitch and I'd tell her that to her face. But YOU NEVER use those words to refer to a woman!"

"sorry..." he said.

"Not as sorry as you'll be after I get you home," I told him in a sing-song voice. That's the same voice I use when I'm giving him his hardest beatings.

Knowing he was going to get a punishment calms him, and the rest of the drive was peaceful with him driving like a little lamb.

As soon as we got in the door back home I told him "Into your panties, nothing else, and then nose against the living room wall."

"yes ma'am"

He went up to our bedroom to strip and don his punishment panties, and then came back downstairs sheepishly, shuffling up against the wall so that his nose touched. I got some scotch tape, made him put his hands behind his back, wrists overlapping, pulled his arms together uncomfortably close, and scotch-taped his wrists, round and round.

I then went upstairs and brought his ball gag back down, my heavy wooden hairbrush, and my Delrin Cane.

I put the ball gag into his mouth and tightened it uncomfortably hard at the back. I find if you don't do it really really really hard, it loosens a lot as his mouth stretches. He had used his mouth to utter something offencive to women. The punishment was that he would not be allowed to use his mouth for a while. Very fitting I thought.

I then got a "toonie" (a Canadian two dollar coin - in common circulation here) and made him hold it against the wall with his nose.

So there was my boy. Dressed in nothing but his pink polka dottie lace trimmed panties, hands painfully scotch-taped behind his back, ball gag inserted painfully deeply, holding the toonie up against the wall with his nose.

Then I sentenced him. By the time I was done, he would know he was punished.

"That is language I NEVER want to hear from you directed at a Woman. You will stand there like that for ONE FULL HOUR."


"If that coin falls I'll use the Delrin Cane on your bare ass so hard and for so long that I guarantee you'll wish you hadn't dropped it, and then we'll just start your timeout again from the beginning, and after you'll still get the full punishment I intend to give you anyways except right on top of those stripes."

david needs motivation to get through a full hour of such uncomfortable corner time, and the prospect of a Delrin Caning would be his. And he knows I'm dead serious. I never fuck around with a threat I'm not perfectly willing to carry out.

"After your corner time you're coming across my knee for a spanking, and then I'll teach you the meaning of the phrase 'fucking bitch' in this house."

With that I reached out and pulled his panties down to just beneath his cheeks. I then measured the Delrin across the crest of his buttocks, said "don't you dare drop that coin" and let loose one very hard stroke straight across his ass. david gurgled a scream into his ball gag and contorted terribly but did not let the coin drop. One angry thick cane welt came up right across the middle of his ass. It was a hard stroke! I then stuck the cane between his cheeks and told him to clench it there, and told him that the same as what goes for the coin goes for the cane. Let him be bare-ass, single-striped, and clenching the thick Delrin with his rear cheeks for his one hour timeout to better contemplate what happens if he drops that coin or cane. The cane sort of stuck out from his ass crack at a forty-five degree angle the way I had wedged it in on top of his pulled-down panties, and under his balls.

Now, if you've never been made to experience it before, let me tell you that a full one hour timeout is difficult at the best of times for a male, much less when bound and gagged so uncomfortably and holding up a coin with his nose. I am fully aware of the implications of ONE FULL HOUR. He craves being dominated and punished by a woman. Well here it is and no joke about it. And a dreadful caning to boot, a tiny welting taste of which he had just received, if he so much as moves a muscle and loses that coin or cane to the floor. Just imagine having to clench your ass cheeks for a full hour. They would be jelly by the time he was done!

I then went about my business and roundly ignored him until his hour was up. The lovely thing about this punishment with arms bound is that there is no hiding a coin drop, and therefore no need for close supervision.

Not surprisingly, by the end of the hour he was still standing there. His legs were quivering, the poor dear, but he was still standing there and still desperately holding that coin and clenching that cane. The cane had for sure drooped and he was sticking his ass out a bit more, as it looked like the coin had slid down the wall a bit, his face with it. But he had successfully gotten through his timeout avoiding consequences of a caning and a repeat performance.

I removed the cane from between his ass cheeks, tossed it to the side, pulled up his panty, removed the coin from betwixt wall and nose, and told him to stand up straight and wiggle the stiffness out. I left him in his ball gag and with his wrists bound. He did a nice little panty dance for me, trying to wiggle out all that soreness from one hour of punishment.

I then picked up my hairbrush and grabbed him by the arm and conducted him over to the three-seater sofa. I sat in the middle and pulled him over my knee.

I started him off with a very thorough hand spanking. It was very much along the same lines as how Chris punished Joseph from my last blog post (I discovered Spankingtube!). I lowered his panties to his knees and made sure to redden his ass all over and have him squirming.

Then I picked up the hairbrush and proceeded with the punishment itself. It was delightful with him ball gagged and wrists bound, as he was going nowhere. As usual, I made him kick and cry out and scream (all muffled by his gag). That hairbrush can really punish! I drove my point home with a lecture about respect for Women.

As I paused, I saw that I had really reddened every inch of his ass and upper and inner thighs. In fact, it looked like he was wearing crimson board shorts by the time I was done! It was so striking that I helped him to his feet, and then had him lie face up back down onto the couch. I then used my hand to slap the fronts and top insides of his thighs and his shaved pubis until they glowed bright pink as well to complete the 360 effect. Naturally I had to manipulate his genitals out of the way to reach certain places, an operation I was none too gentle with much to his distress. I was still "angry wife" at this point in our scene!

With his spanking done I helped him to his feet again, and then cut the scotch tape off his wrists, and peeled the sticky bits a bit painfully from his gently furred wrists.

I then took him by the hand upstairs to the master bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. I made him kneel in front of the sink. I removed his ball gag. david moved his jaw painfully. He had had his jaw stretched for well over an hour and it was sore as well.

I picked up a thick bar of soap and started lathering it up. I told him to open, and I washed out his mouth with soap. Lots and lots of thick lathery soap.

I told him this is what would happen to him every time he used words that he was not permitted to. I then put the bar of soap into his mouth and made him hold it there.

Then it was off to the bedroom for the final phase of his punishment. I had him face up on the bed, still holding onto that bar of soap in his mouth. I put on my largest strap-on dildo, Adam. I asked david if he would like to take Adam right away, or be stretched first? He communicated that he desperately wanted to be stretched first.

I got out his vibrating butt plug, lubed it, and inserted it with his legs raised and his panties around his ankles, and then turned it on to high. I played with it and his penis and balls. I then got out my little flogger and flogged his ass and private parts just because I was bored and wanted to fuck him. After a few minutes I popped out the vibrator and knelt up on the bed to position myself to fuck him missionary style.

I pushed the bulbous head of the dildo into his ass. He cried out into the soap when I moved too fast. I accommodated him, to a point, but eventually pushed through and deep into him.

He looked just like in the picture above. Asshole widely distended. Penis flaccid. Then I started in on the fucking, looking him straight in the eye. He was so cute clutching that bar of soap in his mouth!

"Who's the bitch now?" I asked. "Who's the fucking bitch now? Are you my bitch? Are you my bitch that I use for fucking? Does that make you my fucking bitch? Yes it does, you fucking bitch don't you ever use language like that to refer to a woman!"

I fucked him good and hard. Not a gentle lovemaking. No. A punishment fucking. By this point he had been put in timeout for an hour, spanked silly, had his mouth washed out, and was being fucked. I could see his teeth sinking into the bar of soap and his eyes watering up as I pounded his asshole. But I maintained eye contact with him, and he with me, so we would both know it was his wife doing this to him.

Lest you think I am a bit crazy, please remember this is a scene. I really don't care that he called that fucking bitch of a driver a fucking bitch. But since we play at femdom, it seemed like a great excuse for a scene, and it sure was. And this was an especially great excuse for a mouth soaping!

Afterwards I pulled out and cleaned him up a bit. I made him take off my strap-on and wash it thoroughly. I told him he could take the bar of soap out of his mouth and rinse as his punishment was over.

We got into bed together and I allowed him to snuggle up against my breasts. I encouraged him to stroke his dick, and so he masturbated as he nuzzled me and came soon after clamping onto my nipple and sucking like a little baby, which I encouraged.

Mommy's spunky little boy!