An impromptu scene came up the other day that involved david's trainer severely blistering his ass with my little hardwood paddle. He's always wanted a "real" spanking, so I thought I would see if I could make that happen.
His trainer does not know how much of our kinky relationship is play, and how much is real-life FLR. She thinks it's a mix, and I like to keep her guessing.
But the real life spanking thing is not at all how this scene started. The thing started with me deciding that david needed to get an exercise session in all femmed up. I spent a bit of time pulling
The Art of lill jo page together and one of the images called to me.
I let him know in the morning my expectations of him. I told him that when I got home I wanted to see him working hard with Mags dressed with,
- pink lace-trimmed panties
- short plaid schoolgirl skirt
- pink bra with C-cup inserts
- exercise T-shirt on top
- pink ribbon tied in a bow around his genitals
- a Tampax in his bottom hole
On a whim, I also said I wanted him to exercise to the music of Britney Spears, including especially "Hit Me Baby One More Time". Mags is particularly nostalgic for Britney as she was about eight years old or so when she was first listening to her. I thought the music would suit david's slutty schoolgirl outfit.
It's nothing unusual for me to leave instructions for how david is to dress. She was therefore not surprised at all when she arrived for his training session, just amused. The little skirt was way too short for him and his pantied cheeks kept popping out the back. I'm told that as he was running in place bringing his knees up high
that his skirt flipped up most revealingly. His panties could not contain the vigorous action, and so his bouncing genitalia got exposed on every stride. And as he was busy holding a weight above his head, he had little say in the matter, and simply had to endure the humiliation as Mags looked on.
After he was done that exercise, Mags told him to stand in front of her, lower his panties, and raise his skirt, as she had glimpsed something that surprised her. Sure enough...
Mags laughed and said she would remove that ribbon herself at the end of the session.
She also commented that she really liked seeing him with big boobs, as his bra and C-cups really filled out that T-shirt nicely.
david then started in on his exercising to his Britney tunes, and received crop whippings on the seat of his panties and around the edges of them. She would always flip up his skirt, I was told, which she enjoyed greatly.
At a certain point she told david to bend over the exercise ball and to lower his panties. She likes building up to his bare bottom whippings. His skirt still covered part of his ass. Mags flipped it up with the tip of her crop and saw her second surprise. "What's this?" she asked as she tugged on the little string and laughed. "On your period?"
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| "On your period?" -- how humiliating... |
When I got home I heard the breathy tones of Britney Spears and went down to the gym and caught them at it
in flagrante with david across the ball. By this time he had lost his shirt and was showing off his pretty bra and boobs. As it was, he was bent over skirt up and panties down, getting her belt across his bare backside. As I approached I heard the strict WHIP! and then some "Ah! Ah! Owww!" and then some "Shhhh!" from her. She does not like him to vocalize during his whippings. It's not the noise, as the belt is much louder. It's the attitude. She thinks he should take it in silence and when he does not she leathers him harder which of course does not help at all in that regard!
There's no shyness or attempts to hide when I walk in on them, no matter what those two are up to, so she just kept at belt whipping his ass. When she was done I walked over to him and inspected his bottom. I patted it and said "very nice!" I then too pulled on his string and said "Good thing you have your Tampax in."
That's when I had an inspiration. A particularly "Strict Julie Style" inspiration. I instantly had a scene in mind that I started in on. I knew david would play along.
"I suppose your wondering why he's dressed like this? He's in panties and tampons for a week starting today for some misbehavior that I won't get into here. That's between us. The panties and tampon are 24x7 except when he's going to the bathroom. And you're buying your own tampons, mister! He also has to wear the bra and the skirt when he's home. And he'll have the spring cleaning all done by the end of the week, isn't that so, david? Plus he's getting a good hard paddling from me later today, and another at the end of the week. Too bad today's will be on top of that whipped butt," I added, observing the present state of his bottom.
"How about the bow around his, ummm, junk?" Mags asked.
"Oh, that was just for this session with you," I answered, "did you enjoy that?"
"I did," she answered.
Turning to david I asked "Are you sorry for what you did?
"Yes Ma'am," he said, playing along.
"Will you ever do it again?"
"No ma'am."
"And there will be no sass, no backtalk, no complaining all week long while you're being disciplined, or you'll find yourself across my knee with your skirt up and your panties down. Am I making myself very clear, missy?"
"Yes Ma'am," he answered.
"If visitors come by you can go to the bedroom and stand with your nose in the corner until they leave." I thought that was quite merciful. "But if I have to spank you anytime during the week, I might change my mind on that point and then they'll get to see a naughty husband in his skirt and bra going about his chores with his little panties peeking out the bottom."
"tee hee" giggled Mags.
I thought it was very fun effectively "sentencing" him like this in front of Mags. Especially as she does not know how much is play and how much is a real life female led marriage. She probably suspected it was play as I was going a bit "over the top" with his discipline. But this sort of thing was uncharacteristic of our play, so I'm sure there was some element of doubt, or at least doubt regarding the extent we were mixing play and real life, and regarding my intent to fully carry out this punishment.
With that setup completed, I left them at it to finish off the exercise session. I had more planned for after they were finished exercising, however. Always exercising first!
david told me that Mags asked him what he had done. david told her he was not allowed to say and that she must ask me. So she was for sure curious.
I can tell when the exercise session is nearing the end because the music runs out and in the relative silence he stretches. So when I heard that I got my over-the-knee-sized hardwood paddle and went down to the gym. When I got there I asked Mags if she could do me a favor. I said I needed to start dinner as I was going out later tonight, and asked her if she could paddle him for me?
"Sure" she said, shrugging.
"A real good paddling, now. Don't go easy on him," I added.
"No problem," she said with what looked like a little smirk.
"I'm going to give you a little bonus as my thank
you for doing this," I added. "The harder and longer you spank him, the bigger
your bonus is going to be. I want to see tears in his eyes and a very
well-spanked bottom by the time you bring him back upstairs for me to
inspect."
"No please!" begged david. Mags can be quite cruel,
and with the marching orders I had just given her, david knew she would
not hold back.
"Thanks for the bonus," said Mags, "I'll make sure I earn it." 'Gotta love the enthusiasm of the young!
I had her sit on the little folding chair and had david go across her knee. He was still in his skirt, panties, and bra. I flipped up his skirt and removed his panties, tossing them on the floor. He would not be needing them for the rest of the evening. His little string was still dangling there out of his bottom hole. I handed Mags the paddle.
"Don't move the spanks around too much, I want them all on those two spank spots of his," I said patting the meaty undercurve of his butt cheeks.
"I want you to make sure he'll be sleeping on his tummy tonight and won't be sitting down comfortably tomorrow," I added.
Then I knelt down in front of david and lifted his head so that he was looking me in my eyes.
"You know you deserve this. You were very, very, bad," I told him.
"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am," he said.
Then I addressed Mags. "Don't feel sorry for him, if you knew what he did, you'd agree with me."
Then I thought I should give her a little bit of helpful spanking advice.
"If he gets too frantic, just reach between and squeeze," I said as I put my hand between his legs, grabbed his ball sac, and gave it a good squeeze. "Will you take your spanking from Mags without a fuss?" I asked.
"Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!"
"Or," I continued, "you can throw your right leg over the backs of both of his to control him, and even grab his wrist here and bend it behind his back. Now you're free to spank as hard as you want and he won't be going anywhere." As I said this, we put her into this position.
"Can I just keep him like this from the start?" She asked me. "I think I'll need to anyways."
"Oh no no no no no" said david, ineffectively I might add.
"Sure. May as well," I answered Mags. Poor david was jacknifed high over Mags' left knee, spank spots uppermost. His testicles were a bit trapped between his legs and peaking out the back. And in this bent over position, his Tampaxed pucker was also peaking out. The position my husband was in would entail no modesty whatsoever for him while being punished across this young lady's knee. But it's important to realize that the humiliation of this at once childish and sexually exposed and submissive position is indeed part of a spanking punishment, and is why it is so excruciatingly embarrassing for the bad boy.
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| A bit like this - I Photoshopped a tampon in. Ha Ha! |
Being in a flipped up skirt, having a tampon string showing out his butthole, and having C-cup boobs dangling only adds to the humiliation. More like a girl being spanked, and a girl on her period at that!
"Now have fun kids!" I said sarcastically as I left the basement gym, leaving my husband to his fitness trainer's tender mercies, and went back upstairs.
"Whatever it was must have been pretty bad," I heard she said as she tightened her grip and started in on his defenseless rear end with that paddle.
Now Mags is very strong and very fit, and I had no doubt whatsoever that she could keep him under control and blister his ass with that paddle with very hard and very fast strokes and for as long as it took, and that's just what she did.
From upstairs it sounded like rifle shots as the hardwood paddle connected again and again to his bare rear end. Before too long the crying out started, and the indistinct begging and pleading for it to end (I know that refrain well).
According to david afterwards, during the paddling and as he was pleading she just said once, "sorry, but I 'gotta give it to you good."
After a while, I could hear the rifle shots continuing but the frantic pleading quieted down and he was obviously just taking it.
Towards the end she asked him, "are you crying yet?"
He sniffled and said "yes miss".
"Just a few more then, to make sure," and she started in again with what david said were the hardest paddle strokes yet, which got a renewed round of screeching going from him.
I did not time exactly, but I figure that the padding, from beginning to end, was about 10 or maybe even 15 solid minutes of fiercely delivered fiery hardwood hell being visited onto his bare backside. It was at least a stroke a second for most of the time, so you do the math. Maybe 500 strokes in total? One helluva spanking at any rate, and one that david has no interest in repeating anytime soon!
All the while she was punishing him down in the basement I was up in the kitchen preparing our dinner. What was I thinking? I was cringing a bit for him on the one hand. On the other hand he was getting what he wanted, a "for real" spanking from a motivated girl. I did think once or twice about going down and stopping it, but then it wouldn't be legit "for real" what she considered to be a proper punishment. I knew he would be very sore, but did not think he would be injured at all. He knew to yell out "Red" (our last-resort safeword) if he needed rescuing. Most of all it turned me on tremendously that he was finally getting what he craved, and in spades.
When his spanking was over, Mags brought him limping and mincing his steps up to me holding his punished nates. I conducted him to the corner and made him stand there with his arms folded behind his back holding up his skirt. His knees were shaking and he was sniffling. He was still in his bra, but some of the inserts had popped out so Mags went to fetch them.
His butt was a holy mess! His spank spots were legit blistered from her paddling. All sorts of hues of angry reds, purples, and whites directly on his two spank spots. I decided I would keep him standing there for a while to watch the evolution.
Mags came back up with the missing inserts and handed them to me. She also had fetched up his panties and handed those to me as well. I reached around and stuffed the inserts back into his bra, and then adjusted it to sit properly. I bent over and had david step one foot then the other back into his panties, but left them at his ankles.
I told Mags that she had done a terrific job. That it was a fantastic start for his week of discipline.
"Did you see the ribbon? Is the ribbon still around his cock?" She asked.
"Not sure. Show us david. Turn around and lift your skirt."
He did so and the ribbon was still there.
"I told him I'd take it off him after we were done, is that ok?" She asked. Cheeky.
"I don't know if this naughty young lady deserves such a treat," I answered. Then, considering some more, "well... given the week he has in store for him and what he just got... go ahead," I decided.
She went forward and very carefully, without toughing his cock directly, she untied the bow and then shook the knot loose.
"May I keep it?" she asked of the ribbon. "Sure," I answered. david squirmed and moaned a bit during this operation, and perceptively hardened.
"I think you're exciting him, Mags, despite what you've done to his bum," I observed.
"He gets excited easily, " she answered. "During training I just work him harder and it goes down fast," she added. We both laughed at the expense of his poor penis.
"So, david," I said, addressing him, "did that paddling from Mags teach you a lesson? Will you EVER do anything like that again?"
"No ma'am." He looked so pitiful there, in his bra, holding up his skirt, panties at his ankles.
"Now thank Mags for punishing you, and curtsy as you do it, keeping that skirt nice and high so we can see your shame.
"That you, Miss, for paddling me so well and teaching me my lesson," said david as he curtsied, his bare half-excited penis on show.
"Now you remember, you're not to use that penis on a woman ever, or even have a woman touch it or look at it without my permission, are we clear on that?"
"Yes Ma'am, very clear Ma'am," answered david, leaving the impression with Mags that somehow this punishment was related to a minor infidelity.
[My "backup story", if I needed, would be my discovery that he had frequented massage parlors early in our marriage, and that I had just learned of this now. In fact, this was a very real thing early in our marriage, although long forgotten now.]
I walked Mags out, thanking her again for the wonderful job on the paddling. I paid her double by way of bonus
When she was gone I pulled david out of the corner and gave him a big hug. I told him what a poor baby he was!
I told him he could take off his girl clothes now, that I was not serious about the week long discipline, and that I would be right back down. We had some hand lotion from a hotel that I thought might be soothing on his bum (and other places... wink wink), so I fetched that from upstairs and brought it down. I then sat in the middle of the sofa and pulled my birthday suit boy gently face down across my lap and began applying the lotion. His bottom was wrecked!
As I did this, I talked to him about the experience. I told him it was totally spur of the moment, but that I knew that part of his fantasy was wondering what a "real" spanking would be like. We agreed that sure I spank him hard, but somehow it's different. He knows me and knows I am deliberately pushing his limits. With Mags just now, it was not about pushing limits, it was about punishment, pure and simple, at least in her mind. She didn't care about his limits. She cared only about punishing him as per my direction, and she didn't even know or really care about the whys and wherefores.
david said he knew he was in for it when I gave her the instructions. He knew already in advance that it would be a real true to life punishment spanking, as much as a fit young lady wielding a paddle with proven precious little mercy or consideration for him could deliver. Mags likes pleasing me, she likes earning extra money, and she likes spanking the crap out of my husband. Put those three together and you get a very blistered ass! david said she was strong, and once she had clamped down on him and had his arm behind his back, he really felt as if he could not get away no matter how much he tried, which added to his fear considerably.
As I gently rubbed him I teased him about getting paddled by Mags like that, for real, to tears, and to a blistered behind. I put more lotion on my hand and I reached between his legs, which he spread for me, and rubbed his penis, which stiffened quickly. I teased him that if he displeases me at all, I'd have her do it again to him. That got him more excited, not less so.
I continued with a lot of talk like that, like,
"She's so young. What must she think of you?"
"You know, she knows you're totally pussy whipped by me? A totally pussy-whipped husband. I even pass him off to let his little trainer blister his ass with my paddle for me."
"She tells her roommate and friends all about you. All about your little outfits and your spankings. I'm sure she'll tell them about this."
"She tells me they're curious. I've let her know it was fine to have a few of her friends come over to watch. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like if I arranged for five or six of Mags friends to come over and watch while she and I put you through your paces. The bra and panty treatment? A strapping? I'm sure they'd be interested in watching a wife fuck her husband in the ass with her strap-on? Maybe use Adam to really give them a show? No?"
Finally from david, "oh no! no no! Please no! Not... that... not six girls watching me like that... dressed as a girl... getting fucked in the ass with your big dildo as they watch... no... please... no... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... AHHHHH!"
And he came in my hand just like that, blistered bum and all. Ha Ha! Poor baby.
He'll heal. Just in time for next week's paddling. Should I have Mags give him that one as well?
