Tracy Asserts Her Rights

I just got owned last night. Tracy dropped in on me unexpectedly and gave me a spanking and a two hour room grounding!

And then, like a dummy, I did not follow the rules during my grounding, got caught, and needed to be punished again! And because of my own actions, the embarrassment factor was off the charts.

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Tracy txt'd me mid-afternoon yesterday at work asking if I was going to be home that evening. It so happened I was and I told her so. She said only "expect me at 7" and that's it. I txt'd back with an ok and asking her why, but got no further response. Maybe she was in the car or something? Odd. 

I thought our next encounter would be sometime next week for my belt spanking in front of John (and sex after with Tracy!). I was not sure what this one was about. I thought maybe she wanted to discuss something about the scene with me? Maybe clearing some things up regarding her husband's possible involvement?

In retrospect, I was stupid not to suspect. I had hooked up Daddy and Tracy via email. So they have been emailing one another. I thought that Tracy needed some guidance on the whole spanking thing. Our first encounter would likely have been a disaster without the letter from Daddy. And I know Daddy can be a mean old bastard and would make sure I got a proper belt whipping from Tracy☺(there's a smiley there, Daddy! That's how young people say they're just kidding about something!) So, as I have now confirmed, Daddy had gone outside the box and suggested to Tracy that she pop in on me unexpectedly to make sure I knew that she now owns my ass. Thank you Daddy.

Tracy arrived at our place. Both david and I greeted her. She gave him her coat. She told david that she wanted to discuss something privately with me, and asked if there was some place he could hang out in the meantime? We have a finished room in the basement which is a home theater setup, and you can't hear anything from down there, so he said he would go there. "Before you do that," she said, "can you find that new paddle for me?"

What... Did she want to give david a paddling? But why would she send him downstairs afterwards if that was the... oh... shit.

david scampered to do as he was told (the little weasel!) and she and I went into the living room. She looked around the room and patted the arm of the sofa and said "this will do. Take your pants down."

"What?" I said, playing for time I guess.

"You heard me. Take your pants down. You're getting a spanking."

"Why?" I said, kind of whining, going into little girl mode.

"Because I say so. Now move, little missy!"

Geez! Ok. I unclasped and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to the floor.

"Panties also," she added.

I felt myself blushing as I peeled my panties down to the floor as well and stood back up, my pussy on display.

"Get your bottom over the arm of that sofa," she said pointing to where she wanted me. I sort of shuffled over with my jeans and panties down around my ankles and bent over the arm of the sofa.

We waited there like that. How humiliating! david came into the living room and handed Tracy the paddle. He and I exchanged glances. He shrugged and smirked and then made himself scarce down into the basement. It was like we were subby buddies now. How totally humiliating!

She placed the paddle across my ass cheeks.

"No warm up?" I asked. Maybe she had just forgotten.

"I don't want anything out of your mouth except 'Yes Ma'am' and 'No Ma'am', or you responding to a direct question. Am I understood?"

"Yes Ma'am!" I guess she wasn't into any of my topping from the bottom. She sure shut that down fast. A good lesson to you wannabe Doms out there. And trust me, after a statement like that you don't argue when you're bent over with your bare butt sticking up and a strict woman is holding a paddle to it!

She pulled back and gave me a HARD swat!!! FUCK! She gave me another bunch in silence. She was silent that is. Not the paddle, that sounded like a gunshot. Nor me. I was screeching from the first.

She paused after the first few.

"Who owns this ass?" she asked me, rubbing it with Daddy's paddle.

"You do, Ma'am," I answered.

"Tonight is to let you know I can spank it whenever and wherever I please."

"Yes Ma'am."

I then got another bunch of hard swats. Fuck that paddle hurts! It feels like a hot burn every time it falls!

"I will spank you however I want, alone, in front of our husbands, or in public, and you will submit. Am I being absolutely crystal clear on that?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

Then more spanks. Ouch!

"You and I are going shopping together before your belting next week. If you do not behave yourself when you're with me you're going to be spanked out in public. In the change rooms. Bare bum. And I don't care who is there to see that or hear that. Clear?"

"Yes Ma'am!" I've always enjoyed public humiliation scenes with my husband. But being on the receiving end? Nerve wracking!

She ended my spanking with another dozen or so hard paddle swats to my bare heinie. She made me stand up. I grabbed my butt and rubbed. She did not seem to mind that. And she was not breaking character at all. She was good!

"Strip," she said, still holding that paddle threateningly.

I hurried up and got out of my clothes. Nudity is so much more embarrassing when it's under these circumstances.

"Go to your room."

I gathered up my clothes and carried them upstairs. She followed me with her paddle at the ready. I climbed the stairs with her behind me. I can imagine the sight my red wiggling ass and pussy was presenting to her as she followed me up the stairs. Were we going to my bedroom to have sex??? I hoped so. I was feeling very turned on!

She made me lie on my bed, on top of the covers, face up, still totally naked.

I thought she was going to undress and get on top of me. Yummmy!

Instead...

"You're grounded for the next two hours. No TV, no phone, no internet, no music, no radio. Nothing. You will lie there naked on top of the covers for two full hours and think about what just happened and what's going to happen next week. No napping. And no touching yourself. At all!"

"Ohhhhh!" I whined.

"Shush! Would you like another spanking?"

I did, but I thought I should be respectful of the scene. "No Ma'am."

Tracy then went around the room gathering up all the electronics. The remote for the TV, the iPad, my phone, the laptop. She even unplugged and took the clock radio!

"David will be up here when your two hours are over. Remember. No touching yourself!"

And then she left. What?

I could hear her getting david and speaking with him, though I couldn't make out all the words. Then I heard some goodbyes and the front door open and close again.

Shit! No sex with Tracy. And I thought for 100% sure that was why we went into the bedroom. Instead, I was grounded to my room! Arghhhh!

What was I going to do for two full hours with nothing to do??? I thought that this was ridiculous. That the scene was over and I could do as I pleased. I'm a grown woman. I don't need to lie here like this. But then I thought that david would certainly rat me out to Tracy. He was probably told to, and he wouldn't disobey (it was for my own kinky good after all). Fine. I'll play her little game, alone in my room. But I was hot and horny! I thought I could disobey to the extent of giving myself a little orgasm or three, surely? Pass the time. Nobody the wiser.

I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a silicone dildo. I thought the Hitachi would be breaking the rules of "no electronics" from Mrs. Bossy Pants. And I didn't want to be breaking two rules (and be heard by david!). So I got the silicone dildo and I pushed it up into my already wet pussy.

I started rubbing my clit and fucking myself with the dildo. I was imagining Tracy on top of me with a strap-on, fucking me like this. It's just getting good. I am sopping wet and slippery and approaching a nice one. Then...

Boom! The door opens! It's Tracy! She's still here.

"I thought I would catch you up to no good!" she said.

How incredibly embarrassing. Caught red-handed with a dildo up my cunt! I kinda froze.

"What is it you have in there?" she asked as if she didn't know.

"A dildo, Ma'am," I answered. "May I take it out, please?"

She considered for a moment and then said, "no. Keep it there," just to spite me I bet. She only said no because I asked her if I could. She must know how embarrassing it is to be caught naked in your bed, red-handed, with a dildo up your puss! Especially when you're grounded. Then you're just a naughty misbehaving teen with a dildo up her puss, caught by Mommy. And with a spanking quite likely in your immediate future...

She scolded me for about a minute or so. Saying how naughty I was. Saying how I could not follow even simple instructions. And so on. The dildo was still up my cunt.

She opened up the bedside drawers and rummaged through them and pulled out the Scottish Tawse.

"This will do," she said. I was sure she was going to make me roll over and get a strapping with the dildo still inside me.

Instead, she made me stand up and hold the dildo in with my one hand while I had to hold out the other turned upwards and flat. She was intending to give me a hand strapping.

It was horrible standing there having to hold the dildo inside of me. I should have just taken out the damned thing without asking when I had the chance. Now I couldn't take it out until she told me I could. I was both excited and scared.

SMACK! I got the tawse to the palm of my hand! Ouch!

I don't know how many I got. I think three and then switch hands and then another three. And maybe another round of that. It hurt! My feet were dancing as I held my palm out for the strikes. As I danced I could feel the dildo filling me and fucking me. And my boobs were bouncing up and down also as I got my hand strapping.

The strap gave a sharp cutting pain on my palm, followed by an intense throbbing. I had never done this to david before, and it was a first for me. Apparently Daddy suggested to Tracy to do it. Certainly my google image search shows it's a pretty common thing for naughty girls and boys to have to go through. But I had never.

But seriously, was there ever a more fitting punishment for a crime? I was all naked and had to hold the dildo in my puss. And then I had to hold out my hands, which I had been using to play with myself, for them to be strapped. Even I have to acknowledge how fitting it was.

After it was done she put the tawse away.

She looked down at my pussy. She said I was probably filthy down there with my own juices. (BLUSH!)

She told me to follow her to the ensuite bathroom. The dildo was still in my pussy and I didn't dare pull it out or even ask her if I could, so I waddled along behind her with that stuck up there.

She put me in front of the sink and told me to take the dildo out and to wash it. I did. It was pretty embarrassing! This whole evening was nothing but embarrassment after embarrassment, mixed in with pain. I guess that was Daddy's plan for me. After I dried it she made me hand it to her. She told me it was confiscated and that I would get it back next week. Geez!

Then she told me to dampen a washcloth with cold water and to wash myself. I knew where she meant. She said "maybe this will cool you down," and chuckled. Ha ha. She watched me in in the mirror as I used the washcloth to clean and cool my vagina, and then a towel, under her direction, to dry myself off.

She grabbed my ear and pulled me out of the washroom back towards the bed. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled me across her knee. "There, now you won't stain my outfit you little whore!"

She picked up the paddle which was on the bedside table and paddled me again. It hurt like hell. Another 30 or so strokes (I didn't count, but it was around that I figure). I kicked and wiggled and cried out, but she was relentless. I felt my eyes tearing up and my nose sniffling.

She put me face up on the bed again, with a hot bottom and cool vagina this time, and a tear stained face. She told me my grounding starts over from the beginning. She reminded me of the rules, and again said that my husband would be in after my two hours to release me.

"And I don't want you playing with yourself," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," I answered.

"This time I'm leaving for real and there will be nobody to monitor you. But I want you to do this for me. To prove to me that you can. I expect you to be honest with me. If I can't trust you to obey me we can't play like this anymore. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," I answered, a bit sheepishly. She was laying on a guilt trip. But I also thought she was right. I would obey her this time. It wasn't directly because of the spanking, or the threat of another. I had agreed to be her subby, and while a little bratting is ok, it is not ok to disobey. It is not ok to do as I pleased contrary to her wishes. I kind of saw that now.

So she left, and I spent the next two hours totally alone with my thoughts. I did not play with myself at all. I lost all sense of time. I spent the time going back through the events of the evening. I was really anxious to blog about them, so I typed up the whole blog post in my head essentially, trying to remember exactly what happened when. I also thought about our upcoming shopping trip, which I was now sure would be some kind of public play, and about the belting I would receive in front of her husband, and the long-hoped for sex with her afterwards. Given Tracy's dominance, and my enhanced submissive state of mind, I was more inclined to allow Tracy to decide the extent her husband would be involved, up to and including whatever. As I type this much after the fact, I still think that is what I will tell her.

Finally david came in. He apologized for the subterfuge regarding Tracy's phony exit before. Said it was not his idea and she made him do it. But he had a smile on his face and was not really sorry, I could tell. And I wasn't mad with him. I was glad he was obeying Tracy. He also said he had an interesting chat with her, but left it at that.

He told me Tracy told him he needed to do one more thing for her.

He started taking off his clothes. He got a pillow and put it under my hips and told me to spread my legs. He then stroked his cock with his hand and made it hard. He got some lube and put it on and into my pussy.

"She told you to fuck me?" I asked.

"She did," he said.  "Missionary style. She was very specific. She also said, and I quote, 'her cunt's ready for you'."

Then he mounted me and he fucked me.

I imagined it was Tracy fucking me!

Before too long he ejaculated deep up into my pussy passage as I squeezed his cock with my vagina.

"What about me?" I asked. He always goes down on me if I have not yet cum, regardless of his own cum in my pussy.

"Sorry, baby," he said. "Tracy told me to tell you that you can't cum until next time she sees you. She says it's part of your punishment for disobeying her. She says she wants you hot and ready for her."

Ohhhhh!

"Is that so?" I said, standing up. My man had just seen me dominated by a woman, and then was told to give me a fucking by her, as if he was a regular husband. I needed to correct that immediately.

"You know," I told him, "when I don't cum regularly, I get mean and bitchy."

"It's not my fault!" he quickly said.

"Maybe not, but you're fucking enjoying it too much and you're going to get to be the whipping boy regardless." I picked up the thick leather tawse that Tracy had used on my hands. I told him to lie face down on the bed. His hips across the same pillow I had just submitted to marital intercourse over.

"Oh, honey please! I've just cum! Please!"

I told him I didn't give a shit. I was hot and I was horny, and I needed an outlet. And if I wasn't allowed to cum, then I'd get my pent up sexual frustration out by strapping him to tears.

He reluctantly went across the pillow and presented his bare ass to me. I was determined that he would be humping that pillow ten time more frantically than when he was fucking me, courtesy the strap this time, and not a female's hot tight wet pussy.  I did not hold back. I used full swings of that tawse to his bared cheeks and thighs. I had him howling fast and kept going. "Show me how you fucked me!" I told him, making him hump the pillow and then strapping him hard for his troubles. Strapping  him like this brings me some considerable joy, and provides a wonderful outlet for my frustrations!

When I finished, he was whimpering and I was glowing.

"It's going to be a long week for you," I told him.