Husband Swished!

I changed my mind (a woman's prerogative, I am told - certainly a Domme's!) and decided that I would give david his first swishing myself. Frankly, I was a bit pissed off that he seemed more scared of Mags' switchin' than of mine. I was determined to set that record straight.

I really drew it out for quite some. One evening I had him bring the switches we had collected,

and I had him sit his little bottom down at the kitchen table and clean them all off. Some did not survive the operation, but most did. We had some very thin whippy ones; some short thick ones; and some nice long ones.

As he sat there at the table with the paring knife peeling the switches that were to be used on his bottom, I teased him about how sore and marked up he would be after I had gotten done switching him. I made him put them back into the bathtub and let them soak for a few more days after he was done.

Just imagine getting your bottom whipped with those!!!

I did not let on as to when he would be switched, although I did tell him that I would be doing it myself, and that I intended to teach him whose switching he really needed to be worried about.

When it was finally time I announced out of the blue one evening, "time for your first switching honey!" with a very cheery voice (I was feeling cheery about it!)

I told him to undress to nude and to follow me to the bathtub where we had the switches soaking. I selected a good mix of five switches from the ten he had prepared. I swished them loudly through the air as I chose them, which made him blanch a little, standing there all naked for me and ready for his ordeal.

For his switching I chose to dress myself "country style".  I thought it suited.

He was, of course, buck naked.

I took him into the gym and layed him face down across his big exercise ball.

And then I started in. A good old-fashioned country switchin'.

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Oh My Gosh! Poor hubby!!! In soooo much pain.

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When one switch disintegrated I tossed it aside and picked up the next. We went through five in all.

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All over his ass, his legs, his crease, wrapping between his cheeks, around his flanks. Even his dancing testicles caught one or two with the lighter switch.

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He was crying out, kicking up his legs, squirming, begging for me to stop, please stop. One more switch to go...

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That should do it!

Newfound respect. Whose yo Momma?

Gathering switches

We were at the lake and I thought it was high time david and I went out for a walk and gathered a good collection of spanking switches.

You might recall what happened to my husband's butt the last time we did this...

From Husband Severely Switched by Trainer

"Oh come on! No no no no no no" he said when I suggested it.

"Oh yes!"

We went out into the woods with a little paring knife for him. I did the selection. I told him which ones to cut and where. He cut them, stripped them, and handed them to me. I swished them in the air. Some broke right away, but others seemed much more durable. Those we kept. He even tried arguing with me over where to cut them, "no it's too thick there...", oh yes, right there is good, cut the flimsy end off. Let's just keep the nice straight thick part. But don't worry, I made him cut a bunch of thin whippy ones also as those hurt him most last time.

I kept him dressed the whole time. I carried the switches that passed muster. I swished them in the air and taunted him with how much these will hurt when his bare butt and legs gets switched up good. I told him that his trainer Mags would be doing the honours.

"Oh no PLEASE!" he begged. Mags did a number on his ass last time, truth.

"Yup," I said as I swished one viciously through the air, "I'm going to be telling her to go as hard and fast as she can and really tear up that ass of yours this time."

"Oh shit..." he said, resigned to his fate.

We brought the switches home and I have them soaking in the bathtub to keep them limber. Here they are for real.

Aren't they nice??? We have, what, eleven, I think? I'll get Mags to use up maybe six on him, the rest I'll keep for myself to use on him. That little girl is positively evil. She will mark him up badly. I trust her. There will be no mercy for him.

Cleaning lady is due to come tomorrow. What will she make of eleven switches soaking in the bathtub? I've put a note there already saying to please leave them soaking.

Can't wait to see the results this time!

Husband put back into his place

So, we were out with mixed friends and the men got a little rambunctious. There was Olympics on the TV at the bar, and the men seemed very interested in the female athletes, but for things other than their athletic abilities.

Many inappropriate comments made all around, with my david participating actively. I got him home, and I dealt with the situation.

I started by scolding him for his objectification of these incredible female athletes. I decided a little empathy training was in order. I had him strip and put him into a pair of panties and a silky negligee. I then took him across my knee and spanked his bottom with my hand. The negligee I flipped up, and the panties I pulled down for this operation. This was done in the living room before we even got upstairs.

In the bedroom I got out the implements. First came the paddle. Back across my knee he went and he got his little bare fanny toasted with that paddle. And I do mean toasted. Maybe even a little on the burnt side of toasted.

Next I put him face down on the bed, hips elevated. The ball gag went in, and his clothes came off.  I doubled up the leather belt and I gave that ass the whipping it had coming.

I love the loud CRACK the belt makes each time it strikes his ass-flesh. I made him stick his ass up high for the belt. I made him beg for the strap, not with his words, which the ball gag had very effectively taken away, but with his ass. Ass nice and high. Just like a little girl desperate for a fucking.

But he didn't get a fucking. Not yet anyways. He got a WHIPPING. A very strict belt whipping that severely punished those rear cheeks of his. Severely. The belt was not put down until I felt he had learned his lesson, and I was not in a very believing frame of mind.

As you can well imagine, the lesson did not end there. Oh no. I strapped on my dildo. I made my little bitch kneel at my feet and give me head. As his mouth got busy on my cock I teased him about what his male jerk friends would say if they could only see him now.

When I have him suck cock, I have him SUCK COCK. He was down on his knees for a good long time and I made sure he had a hard time of it. Deep throating was required, even if it took my hands on the back of his head to make sure it happened. Again and again and again.

Then it was back to the bed. Ass up high. you know what comes next.

Ride 'em, cowgirl! Right up the ass. Doggy style. Woof woof little doggy. Waggle that little tail for me. What's the matter, baby? It's only been five minutes of hard ass pounding. We're going for at least ten. I need to work up a sweat at least.

I pulled out, cleaned up, and then straddled his face.

I made him lick my pussy first until I had an orgasm. And then I made him lick out my asshole while I diddled my own clit until I came again. I like to really feel his tongue on and in my asshole. He needs to spread my cheeks and really get in there. I need his tongue to actually penetrate my asshole and wiggle around up there. And I need to feel it licking around my hole as well. Back and forth. up and down. Around and around. Lots of saliva. Nice and wet. And then diving back in again for a tongue fucking. Rinse and repeat. What would those friends say? What would they say about my little ass licker?

Owned!

Skinny Dipping for One

At the lake this week on holiday. It's lovely here.

We have a couple up with us, Frank and Anne. They've been friends of ours since before we were married, and are about ten years older than us. They do not know anything at all about our kinky lifestyle.

We had just finished dinner, which included wine and some after dinner drinks. It was very hot out. The topic somehow got around to nude beaches, and david shared some of our experiences in St. Martin. Anne, our friend, asked if we ever skinny dipped in the lake. Of course we had, but not when it was still at all light out, and not with company around I remarked very pointedly. It was just dusk and while the light was fading, it was still there.

After one more drink Anne asked if anybody was up for a quick dip. Her husband was not, but david and I were in. But sticking with her husband, she decided not to after all. "We'll go skinny dipping!" said david. "We certainly WILL NOT," I said. I'm sure david was anxious to have a look at Anne's body, as she is in great shape.

We went to get out swimsuits on, david and I. He was in our bedroom first and was lying on the bed with a towel around his waist. Suspecting he had no swimsuit underneath I said, "you are NOT going skinny dipping!"

I got changed into my swimsuit and went to the bathroom. When I came back david had preceded me out the door, still with that towel around his waist, and headed down to the dock. I followed him. When he got there, he looked around furtively, quickly dropped the towel and dove in head first off our little diving board, butt ass naked!

I followed him in and we paddled around in there, treading water. I swam up to him and squeezed his cock and balls and asked if he was having fun. He said he very much was, thank you very much. He was a bit tipsy.

Just then, who comes walking down towards the dock but Anne! She had her one piece swimsuit and towel and said, "It's just too hot out, I had to."

"Now what are you going to do?" I asked david with a giggle under my voice. He had not counted on this. Anne did not know he was naked beneath the water. A rather embarrassing situation for him, swimming around nude with two clothed females.

Anne lowered herself in off the dock ladder and swam to us. I decided I had better tell Anne what was going on.

"Be warned," I told her, "Little Mister exhibitionist here decided to go skinny dipping despite what I said."

"Oh my," she said in mock disapproval, "how naughty!" But she stayed in swimming with us.

After a few more minutes Anne declared that she thought she should go back to the cottage.

"Us too," I said, including david. "Why don't you get out first, sweetie," I told him, "while we watch."

"Ha ha!" laughed Anne.

"I'd rather not," said david, sounding very embarrassed.  Despite everything we've done together, each new situation and new group of people were different. We had never had this kind of relationship with Anne and Frank at all, and so this was brand new.

"No, I insist," I added. I pitched my voice so that david knew we were now getting into scening territory. He was being scened in front of Anne.

"Do it!" said Anne.

david swam to the dock ladder and quickly hauled himself out, his bare white ass gleaming in the twilight. He grabbed his towel and put it around his waist.

"Yay!" said Anne, having seen david's bare butt for the first time ever.

"Wait for us up there," I said, letting him know I was not quite done with him yet.

Anne and I got out and dried off.

"Now what's this disobeying me about skinny dipping?" I asked him in front of Anne. "And look what happens, Anne had to see your bare butt. What am I going to do with you? Any suggestions, Anne?"

"Hmmmm," she pondered, "how about no swimsuit for him the rest of the week?"

"Oh my, my Mom would love that!" I said. "No, I think we need to deal with this now. What kind of punishment is suitable for naughty naked little boys?" I asked Anne.

"Ooh! Are you going to spank his ass?" She asked.

"Well, if he's going to behave like a naughty little boy I'm going to have to treat him like one..."

With that, I went over to our little diving board and put one leg up on it. "Bend over my knee," I told him. "Drop the towel," I added.

david looked very sheepish indeed. He came over to me. I flipped the towel off him.

"Oh Gosh!" he said as his front side became exposed to Anne who clapped her hands in glee.

I bent him a little over my knee, him still standing, and gave him just two good smacks, one to each cheek, and then told him to cover himself up again for goodness sake! "Back to the cottage," I told him and he scampered off.  "In the bedroom!" I yelled after him.

Anne and I giggled about david's skinny dipping and "spanking". "That'll learn him," I said.

"I'm not so sure about that," said Anne, "he seemed a little, ahem, excited to be across your knee like that getting his bum smacked. Maybe you can use that tonight," she added mischievously.

Oh my! Anne had seen his erection. How humiliating for him. How ever would he face her at breakfast next morning???