Tuesday, September 26

Wife Beaten!

It happened! Was a little sore afterwards, in a glowy sort of way, but my husband manned up and treated me to a grade-A wife beating (with fabulous orgasms!).

I am "for"!

Yes, I am "trolling" with my phrase "wife beating". Did I do it correctly? FYI: consensual beatings only, please (and safe, never understood the "sane" part - nothing sane about it!)

Let's rewind the clock a bit, however, and pick things up from where we left off Friday evening, as described in My Beating is Tomorrow!!!.

David got home at 8pm from a work event just as I was putting the final touches on the aforementioned blog entry. I hit Submit quickly without proof reading, and had to go back later to fix-up a few typos. Felt in the mood to "Submit", I guess :-)

I was downstairs to greet him in a shot! I threw myself at him and kissed him. He kissed me back and then undressed me, just like that. He reached down and fondled me. Down there. I was so horny!!!!  No "O"s for a week! Felt so excited pressed up to him naked like that, him all dressed feeling me up: tits, pussy, and ass. Tongue down my throat...

He wasted no time and pulled me over his knee and spanked me. He forgot to collar me! What does a subby girl say when Master forgets to collar her??? 'Nuthin in my case!

He has not missed a single day spanking me naked across his knee.

His spankings have been invariably gentle and teasing. Enough to make my bum blush and no more. They have been accompanied by lots of pussy teasing, which has been driving me wild. I've gotten to the point where I want to throw myself across his knee for my spanking just for the chance to have my pussy played with! I was a very desperate little girl!!!

After my spanking I knelt at his feet and said, "Sir, may I have my collar, please?" He laughed at me and said of course, and he apologized to me for forgetting to collar me. He said he was too excited to see me across his knee. I fetched my collar quickly and handed it to him. It went on and it felt nice.

"What's on the menu for tonight?" he asked me, referring to the spanking menu. Switches!

He took me upstairs and put me face down on the bed, no pillows this time. He picked up one of the switches I had prepared for him. He started whipping me gently from my ankles to my shoulders. Ouch! Stingy! He made them a bit harder on my butt and I called out a number, five. A little harder still. "Seven, Sir."

He had me turn face up, and again went lightly from ankle to breasts. He made me spread my legs, and switched the insides of my thighs a little bit harder. "Six, Sir". He went back up to my breasts, and switched them a little harder too. "Seven Sir!" Right on my nipple! He chuckled and whipped his way lightly down towards my pussy. Then he switched my pussy. Oh my gosh that stung! I begged off with another Seven!

He then lay down next to me in bed, and said that tomorrow was the big day. He said he had a pretty good idea of what I could take. I asked him if he would give it to me hard, make me suffer. He promised he would. I asked him to please use as filthy language as he wants with me, to abuse me, and to "rape me" "against my will". He promised he would be nasty as could be with me. I was looking forward to it and he came through for me!

We woke up on Saturday morning. David was out of bed and made me breakfast of all things. When I came down, he said he was pampering his little pet today, in preparation for what would happen tonight. No collar and I did not ask.

The day was delightfully uneventful. I had a lot of time to think about what I had coming. David had made us an early dinner reservation at a favourite restaurant. They serve oysters. He ordered two dozen to get started. Malpeques from Prince Edward Island here in Canada with a dry, flinty glass of Sancerre white wine. Delicious together! He fed me my oysters. They are a very sexy food. Like a vagina... He also ordered dinner for us both. Fillet Mignon with a good bottle of Bordeaux wine. He really was spoiling me! He said I needed my red meat for tonight. Him too.

Throughout a substantial part of dinner, the topic of conversation was my upcoming beating! I was so embarrassed! We had to snuggle and keep our voices down as the restaurant was crowded. He described what he would do, from start to end. He said he would start with my butt. Various implements. He would move on to my tits, and whip them hard. Then onto my pussy, where he planned to really give it to me. He kept asking me questions, like "do you want it hard?" and I answered "Yes, Sir". "Do you want me to call you a dirty little whore while I do it?" It was rhetorical question, but I answered in the affirmative anyways, blushing up a storm, saying, "Yes, Sir, I want you to call me your slut, your bitch, your dirty little..."

"HOW'S EVERYTHING!?" the waitress asked, mid-sentence! Sort of snuck up on me. What did she hear?? I managed to stammer out "f..f..fine, thank you."

"WELL YOU LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, NOW!" and off she went. Very uncharacteristic in a decent restaurant like that. This week David and I have been greeting one another with a "HOW'S EVERYTHING?!?" and we break each other up. Yuck Yuck.

We went home after our dinner, and even a spot of dessert. When we got home he looked at me and said, "I won't ask if you're sure about this, I know you are. Remember, Yellow and Red," he added, reminding me of my safewords. "Yes, Sir," I nodded vigorously. I was sooo horny!!!

We went upstairs. He stripped me naked himself. He told me to go to the bathroom and get myself ready for him. "Every hole," he said. Oh My Gosh! So embarrassing! "Take your time, call me when you think you're ready." 'Think' I'm ready... oh boy!

When I was showered and clean, inside and out, and made myself a bit pretty, I went down, all butt naked, and approached him in the living room where he was reading a book.

He pulled me over his shoulder and stood up! THAT was a surprise. He smacked my ass and carried me up the stairs. I'll have to congratulate his new trainer. I'm a handful!

Not quite built like this guy! But this was the idea.
This was a photo I once used to humiliate him!
This reminded me of it.
Now who's gettin' humiliated?
I 'kinda liked being carried like a sack of potatoes, even while afraid he might drop me or bump my head. He did neither. I decided to challenge him a little. I beat on his back with my little fists and said "don't you dare! Put me down, you brute!" OUCH! I got a hard smack on my ass for my troubles!

He carried me to the bedroom and tossed me down on the bed. "This is NOT ok!" I said. "You DO NOT have permission to smack my ass like that!"

He pushed me down on the bed with one hand bearing down on my neck while the other one twisted my nipple hard and said, "shut up, bitch, you'll take whatever I give you!"

Oooooh! Well I had asked for nasty. No going back on that now. I just didn't think he would actually do it. He NEVER speaks like that! And he was acting very aggressive on top.

"no... please..." I said meekly.

"You'll beg me for my cock before we're done, you little whore!"

"Never," I said. "I'll never let you fuck me. Never!"

"We'll see about that!"

That was more or less the exchange, or else how my torrid imaginings can best reconstruct it now!

He sat at the side of the bed and he pulled me over his knee. None too gently! He started spanking me with his hand. Harder strokes this time.  He went harder and harder and harder and finally I yelled out "yellow!" With just his hand! What a pussy I am! He kept spanking, but took the edge off. Then he started playing with my pussy. "Don't you dare touch me there!" I said, indicating I was ready for more.

He picked up the paddle. Oh oh. He started in with my paddling. He started easier, built the intensity, backed off, built it up again, and so on. He knows how to spank! Then he went harder, and harder, and harder... I was sensing a pattern. "Yellow!" and he slowed down again, but still kept paddling.

I didn't know about this yellow stuff. Gives me too much control and lets him too much off the hook! I thought I would mess with him: "Why do you always slow down like a pussy when I say the word yellow?" I asked him innocently. He laughed at me, "why do you say the word yellow?" That was left unanswered, but he got the message, and he didn't keep driving deliberately to my yellow on every subsequent implement!

He took me off his knee and made me kneel up on the bed, facing the headboard. He made me put my hands on top of my head. He arranged four pillows right in front of me. He started stroking me all over. fondling my breasts, my ass, my pussy, my thighs, my tummy.

He gave me a hard smack across my ass and guided me down across the pillows. "Time for the strap," he told me.

My poor buns!!!! I saw him slide off his belt from around his waist and double it up. I buried my head into the bedsheets. He whipped my ass. Boy did he ever! Legs also! He did not take me to yellow this time, but darned close.

Look at this poor girl! Just look at her!
Should any woman ever be subject to a
beating like this from her husband???
It's medieval!

He threw the belt down and got the strap. The tawse to be exact.

I know this strap very well, but only from the other end of it! I would be learning its ways tonight...

He whipped me full across my ass. SHIT! I grimaced in pain, I looked back angrily and said, "Is that all you've got, you cocsucker!"

I know why I said it at the time, I just can't believe I did! I was angwy... it hurt...

"We'll see who's the cocksucker," he said, and started strapping me one after the other.

"No! Please! No more!" I begged.

"Who's a cocksucker?" he asked.

"Not you, Sir! Not you!" I answered, thinking better of my plan!

"I'm making you into my little cocksuker, bitch. Beg me for my cock in your trampy mouth. Beg me!"

YES YES YES! THIS was sooo exciting. THIS was what I wanted. EXACTLY! 

"No Sir! Please! Not that! Please!!!"

"I won't stop whipping you with this strap until you agree to be my cocksucker, whore," he said.

I held out while he strapped me good. When it got too much, I begged for his cock in my mouth to put an end to it.

He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off the bed and onto the floor on my knees. No gentle caresses on my bottom or anything. Just down on the floor and to work. My ass still screamed at me from my strapping. Is this any way to motivate a girl, I ask you?

He unfastened and unzipped his pants. His penis was hard. I took him into my mouth and started sucking his cock. I know how to make him cum quickly, especially if I involve my hands. I kept them down, and just sucked, elongating his time. When he was close, and was thrusting into me a bit, he grabbed my hair again and pulled me off him. "That'll do for now, slut. I'm not done with you," he said.

He picked up the Delrin cane, and he whipped it through the air.

"For being such a cocksucking slut, you get the cane now."

The dirty language again (still) sent a jolt through me. That kind of language has always turned me on when I used it on him, and it's turning me on being used on me as well. I guess we like what we like and what's good for the Goose is good for the Gander.

He arranged a pillow over the foot of the bed (a bit of a wooden structure) and made me bend over it, cheeks high. He was not overly brutal with the cane, but I sure did feel it! This was me:

I sympathize!

The worst part was holding position when I just wanted to run away! The cane thwacks, then nothing, then burn!

"I don't like the cane, Sir," I managed to whimper out.

"You're not meant to like it," he said, "you're meant to learn to obey."

"Yes Sir!"

After a round dozen he stopped and said "that red ass is turning me on, I want to fuck your cunt, Princess. Do you submit?"

Princess? Moi? "Fuck you!" I said. THWACK! "Fuck who?" he asked. "fuck you..." I said, a bit less forcefully. THWACK! again. "No, fuck me, fuck me!" I said. Those two strokes were mean. They left marks! That'll learn me!

He put down the cane. I saw him take off his pants and shorts. He felt my cunt. It was wet. He moved some of the wet inside to the outside. Then he put his cock against me and shoved his dick into me.

Oh My! That felt nice by comparison to getting my bum beat. I could feel his body bumping into my whipped red ass. David only gave me a dozen or so thrusts and then pulled out. "Stay!" he ordered. He went to the bedroom drawer and got out my new dildo. the one Violet had used on me.

He stuck it in my cunt and started hand fucking me with it. He went to my side, put his arm around my waist, and started playing with my clit with his other hand. Then he started talking dirty to me.

"You remember this dildo, slut? This is the one your Mistress Violet fucked you with, isn't it? Did you enjoy that, you little cunt? Answer me when I ask you a question!"

"Yes Sir!"

"You little lesbo whore. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget tonight. I'm going to whip your tits, and whip your pussy, and then fuck you in the ass and cum inside your dirty little corn hole."

As he said this he kept fucking me with that dildo and diddling my clit, and well, with the state I was in... I came. I screamed as I came. I confess that I came imagining it was Violet fucking me. His fault! When I couldn't take it anymore I flattened myself down on the pillow. He pulled the dildo out of me.

"Get up on the bed and roll over," he told me, "put your hands above your head". He wasn't done with me yet! Good thing. I was still horny as hell!

I rolled over. He got the crop and he started whipping my tits with it.

Not very hard, but they're very delicate! Especially so after I'd just cum. Extra sensitive nippies. He had me writhing in exquisite pain. He took the crop and he moved it down towards my pussy.

"Spread your legs, let me see that filthy cunt of yours."

I did as I was told, spreading my legs, and he applied the crop directly onto my pussy lips. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, and it was agonizing, even as light as he was going. I almost considered calling yellow, but knew he wasn't hurting me, it was just that I was so sensitive. I decided to tough it out!

No clothespins, thank goodness!
Now who's "pussy whipped" in the family?

I started to get excited again. I actually got excited as he was whipping my cunt lips!

And in case it turns you on, or anything, you should know that I'm 'kinda blushing as I write this! I mean how submissive can I get??? You are all witness to my testimony of my husband whipping my cunt with a riding crop and me actually enjoying it! But writing it is turning me on. Knowing you will read it. Knowing I got my exhibitionist little cunt whipped!

Yes, this is me and my pussy...
An older photo that was a dare.
Thought you should see it. See what was getting whipped.

Now, I'm really blushing as I have to describe this next part. He tells me to put my hands down to my pussy, and to spread apart my cunt lips. Wide. I reach down (slut!) and grab my labia, and pull it apart. "Wider!" he says. I pull it wider apart, until it hurts. My inner folds and my clit are exposed to the open air. He whips them!

I involuntarily close my legs. "Open them bitch! Grab that cunt. Pull it wide. Wider! I'm not nearly done whipping that dirty lezzie cunt! I'll teach you to get excited by a girl-fucking!"

Oh Gosh! I do feel very dirty for that. I get hyper excited thinking about girls. It's so wrong. He knows me so well.

He finally puts down the crop. He picks up a switch. I get switched all up and down the front of my body, like the day before. Including tits and cunt (of course). Not much harder than the day before. But hard enough to sting me everywhere. Like little bitey bees.

He puts the switch down and picks up the flogger.

Again he visits the whole front of my body. He spends a good amount of time flogging my tits.

I am helpless as he flogs me. The girls are getting pretty sore by now!

He spins me around sideways on the bed and makes me pull my legs back from my knees. He wants me like this...

Open and exposed. With me sideways on the bed, he takes turns flogging my pussy from my ass end and my head end. From my ass end the top of my pussy gets it more and my low tummy. From the head end, it's my lower vagina and asshole as the flogger wraps around. I'm a good girl. I hold my legs open despite the increasing pain. I am crying out as my pussy and asshole get flogged. It seems to egg him on more.

He says, "I'm going to stick Violet's dildo in your cunt while I fuck your ass, you little whore. First I'm going to make sure they're good and sore for me. Nothing less than you deserve."

He keeps whipping me more. "No More! Please Sir!" I say.

He flogs me harder. Every stroke makes me cry out. "Stop!! PLEASE!!!"

"Did you say 'more on my asshole'?" he asks.


He keeps whipping it!

"Getting that dirty little corn hole nice and ready for my cock. I'm going to split you, bitch! You'll feel every fucking thrust until I cream you, girl." [or something along those lines. My memory fails me!]

I was determined not to say yellow until I could stand absolutely no more on this, my penultimate trial. He stops before I say it.

He tells me to keep my legs spread where they are. He returns with Violet's dildo and with my Hitachi. He sticks Violet back into me (ouch!) and then turns on the Hitachi and pushes it on my clit (ouch! ouch! ouch! It's just been so abused already). He hand fucks me with Violet.

"You fucking bastard!" I say. It hurts so much after my whipping. I am so sore. My ass, my tits, my cunt especially! And the Hitachi is so powerful. It hurts. But then I can feel myself getting close. "You fucking bastard!" I yell out again as I cum in two powerful waves.

He keeps Violet inside of me. He flips me over and shoves some pillows under my hips. He grabs the lube and starts lubing my asshole.

"No! Please! No!" I beg. This is it. I'm about to be ass fucked in my sore tight hole!

"I told you what you're getting. You're getting ass fucked, slut. Ass fucked until I cum so deep into your rectum that you'll be shitting my sperm for a week." [Yes... I confess I don't remember everything exactly as he said it, but he definitely said that!]

He positioned himself at the entrance and slowly started pushing in. Oh Fuck it's painful! Getting my little backdoor hole stretched like that. Still stingy from the flogger. Finally the head is in, and then everything else follows inexorably until he is deep in me. He slowly fucks my ass. My Violet cock is deep in my cunt. I'm lying on it, pushing it in deeper. David grabs the Hitachi again and shoves it under my clit. Now I am lying on it as well. He's doing it again. Bastard!

"Are you going to cum again, slut? Cum with my cock up your ass?"

"Yes Sir! I am Sir!" I had to admit, ass fucked and everything, because for sure number three was on its way! I came before he did, and I think my orgasmic screaming egged him on because he came just after, into my asshole as he promised he would. When he came, he really rammed hard into my ass. Deeper than any thrust, and then just held it there as he spasmed on top of me. It hurt like hell so deep, but I knew he was having his pleasure, so I just took it (like a bitch should).

"Holy Shit!" I said.

"Good sex," he said nonchalantly. Ha!

We lay there for a bit. He stroked me and kissed me tenderly. All over where the whip had gone. Nice aftercare. He kissed my pussy and I felt myself get a little aroused. He noticed and licked, but I pulled him up. "No more! Please! RED!" I finally said. No more orgasms. I couldn't take another. My Man had defeated me!

I was so sore that night. Pleasantly sore. Tingly so. I had a bath to try to ease myself, but it was not very helpful. David was sympathetic, but not sorry. He knew I had asked and received.

Next morning my ass was ok, but my pussy and tits were still sore. It was Sunday, so I got to relax.

I declared a spanking and sex moratorium for the week. I am planning to take a week off, where David and I can normalize our relationship back to being equals. After that, I plan on moving Topside again.

Being subby was an amazing lark. I would do it again. But it's sort of like if you like, say, peaches and oranges. You like them both, but you might have a special fondness for peaches. It does not mean you will never eat an orange again if they are always offered together, just that you really like peaches. I'm the same way. Topping is my peach. I like oranges plenty, but I really like peaches!

Looking forward to being back on the other end of the whip!

Friday, September 22

My Beating is Tomorrow!!!

Sooo excited! I'm getting my husband-beating tomorrow evening! Yay!

It's been a long fun week. The story starts at Am I Sick in the Head?, where these dark desires to be dominated popped out of my brain, continues in Letter to my Husband where I compose a letter asking him to dominate me, and goes on in Letter Delivered and Collared and Flogged. David has really stepped up. He decided to make me wait a week during which time he is essentially practicing his domination of me. And let me tell you, every day has been eventful!
  1. Saturday
    Read the letter, nipples twisted, spanked, cropped, fucked, fed his cum.
  2. Sunday
    Fucked, spanked, publicly collared and leashed, flogged, blow job, swallow.
  3. Monday
    Stripped, collared, spanked, caned, fucked, fed his cum.
  4. Tuesday
    Stripped, collared, plugged, spanked, strapped, face fucked, swallow.
  5. Wednesday
    Fucked, stripped, collared, plugged, spanked, paddled.
  6. Thursday
    Stripped, collared, spanked, dildoed, belt whipped, blow job, swallow.
  7. Friday
    I don't know... he's not home yet!
I have omitted most of the titty abuse, as that has been quite constant! David has been putting me into my pink doggy collar and leash as soon as he gets home. He first makes me strip to naked and kneel in front of him while he attaches first my collar, and sometimes my leash. He has been lately been taking them off before bed to give me a bit of a break.

I'll tell you, though, David has a bit of a doggy fetish.

He makes me crawl around on all fours while he holds my leash. He sometimes whips my bum with the end of my leash. He's made me bend down, ass up, and lap water from a bowl while he "pets" me. He even made me pee in the bathtub once, down on all fours, one leg raised. Weird! I'll have to ask if he's into that, subby side, when clear of this. The peeing was only once though, so far.

Usually after the collaring and bit of doggy play, it's been across his knee for my daily spanking. These are kind of medium hard, enough to make my bum blush, but not much more. I always get my pussy fondled here as well, and teased about my submissiveness and what is yet to come. On two occasions he took the opportunity, with me across his knee, to stick a butt plug into me before my spanking. He says he's stretching me out for Saturday.

On Thursday he fucked my pussy with my own dildo while spanking me.

Soooo close to cumming!!!!

He's had at least one orgasm every single day, either from pussy fucking me, or face fucking me, or a blow job. In every case, though, I've been made to guzzle his cum. He tells me I'm his "cute little cum bucket".

David's been trying out various implements of my own choosing on me. So far I have chosen the crop, the flogger, the Delrin cane, the strap (tawse), the paddle, and the belt. Tonight I will have to choose the final implement. I am intending to choose the switch (all ready to go!).

He has not been too hard on me with the implements. He tries them out on various parts of me with increasing intensity and I give him an indication. If it seems ok, he strikes harder and I give him a numerical score. He has not gone past an eight yet. I only get one eight in any given position and then he backs off. So not brutal by any means. But I have been whipped all over, tits and pussy included!

I'll tell you what about my pussy though, and this has been brutal!!! I have been forbidden from cumming all week long. And with all the sexiness and teasing all week long, I have been in a constant state of arousal, meaning wet, puffy, and tingly whenever he is near (and sometimes when he is not, like when I glance at my Minnie Mouse watch at work.) He says I will be allowed my orgasms on Saturday night, after I have been sufficiently well beaten and fucked, and have begged for it to his complete satisfaction. I plan on begging up a storm!

Crop and flogger work everywhere. Delrin cane is definitely for ass and high leg backs (if that!) only. Likewise for the strap. I can imagine both of those being absolutely brutal if he wants. the paddle I was more familiar with. Ass and high legs only. Belt is more versatile. He belt whipped my pussy and asshole with the single tailed end. Not suitable for breasts, though! When doubled up and swung hard, it's more like the strap.

Tonight we will experiment with a switching. I think they might be able to be used everywhere, but painfully! He had to go out on a work-social thing and said he would try to be home by 8pm (10 minutes from now). I pretty much know what will happen. He will strip me himself and make me kneel. He will then attach my collar. He might attach the leash and make me crawl around a bit. At the end, I will have to crawl across his lap for my naked spanking. While there he will tease my pussy. He might plug my ass, or dildo me. Then he will take the switches for a spin on my body in the bedroom.

Before bed, unless he is saving himself for tomorrow, I will be required to present my pussy to him for a fucking, or sexually service him with my mouth. I don't think I am in for an ass fucking tonight. He's only stretched me with plugs so far. I'm pretty sure it will happen tomorrow, though. I know he enjoys fucking my ass. For my pussy fuckings, it has always been from behind. My hair is pulled, his hand is around my neck, or my tits are mauled during it. It is hard and fast and quick. And then he scoops out his cum and makes me eat it, smearing me on my face as he does it and calling me a little whore.

This is all leading up to tomorrow, where he has promised me a wife-beating and a raping that I will not soon forget. As a Woman, as a Feminist, as a Dominatrix, as a Strict Wife, I am horrified that I am looking forward to it so much! Please wish me luck!

Oh Shit! I hear him at the door... Gotta run! Excuse the typos, will proofread later!

Tuesday, September 19

Collared and Flogged

So I'm currently at the end of day 3 of my week long status as my husband's sex slave. I described the events of Saturday evening in Letter Delivered. Today I'll write about Sunday and a bit of Monday.

We started Sunday off with a fucking and a spanking right after breakfast. I deliberately chose to wear my sexy little babydoll robe down for breakfast, and he said I was just askin' for it. You be the judge, it was a bit like this.

He was going to just spank me for being a slut, but when he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties he decided I was being a real slut and needed more. So he bent me over the kitchen island, held me down, and fucked me! Just like that!

He "lubed me" by spitting on his hand and rubbing it across my cunt, though in truth it wasn't much needed! He thrust and thrust and then came inside of me. I had to get on my hands and knees and clean off his messy cock afterwards with my mouth. So demeaning!

And then to add injury to insult, he put me across his knee and spanked my bare bottom, a little bit hard too! But he also fondled my pussy (it didn't need it - the fucking already had me hot). It was a super wet fondle as his cum was dribbling out and it felt so slippery and gooey over my clit. It felt sooo good though. But no sexual relief for this little girl. Apparently he can just fuck me whenever and however he pleases now, without even asking permission, yet keep me dripping and engorged. The cad.

Later in the day we drove to the market for a bit of grocery shopping. Nothing eventful happened there.

But then on the way home he pulled into a strip mall. I was getting suspicious! He took me into the pet store. We don't own a pet. I was wondering if he was going to buy me a puppy. Naive in retrospect!

He marched me right to the dog collars. He said he was buying one for me. Oh how blushy is that! He wanted my "input" and we selected a pink one (I actually suggested the black one with the big spikes, but he said I couldn't have it).

Then he decided he needed to see if it fit, right then and there in the shop. I was blushing so much! There were a few people around who caught a glimpse at us, but I guess everybody was too embarrassed to stare. So fucking embarrassing! Then he got a long skinny pink leather lead to go with it, and attached it on as well.

He said that his little puppy needed to learn to come to heel. He took the handle end of the lead, and whipped my ass once with it (over my tight jeans). I yelped. he decided the set would do nicely for me. Then he used the lead to guide me to the front of the store to the cashier.

I swear to God It was so embarrassing, but it was also a huge giggle for me. I stood straight and tall, my breasts jutting out, proud of my Master's collar around my neck. I figured, why fight it?

There was a guy at the checkout desk, a young man, probably early twenties. Well his mouth kind of hung open. David said, "looks good on her, don't you think?" He gulped and half-heartedly agreed with him. "She'll wear it home," David said. "Ummm... I need to scan it," he said. David told me to kneel down on the floor. I immediately did, back straight tits out! David found the tag which was sort of buried under the collar and brought it out so the guy could scan it with the portable thingy on a wire as I strained forward. Did the same with the lead. David paid. There was another guy working at the shop, an older fatter guy, who came up to the cash beside the kid and just stared. David gave a yank on my leash and said "up!" I quickly stood. He gave it another tug and said, "heel!" and we walked out of the store, David leading me, me at his heel, literally. Oh My Gosh!

David and I laughed about it afterwards in the car. It was SUCH an adrenaline rush. I was such a good little puppy too! He told me I needed to keep the collar on whenever I was home alone with him, and I needed to ask his permission to remove it regardless. I'm wearing it now. He won't let me take it off at night. It's a constant reminder to me of what's coming.

Thank goodness he didn't tell me to wear it to work. I don't think I could have, and so it would have ruined our vibe. But this is why I trust him. He knows it's not practical, so he doesn't tell me to. And I find it sexy having his collar around my neck, even if it is a bit hot and chafes a bit.

At bedtime I was sent up ahead of him to undress (except for my collar he was quick to point out), and to select the implement he was to try out on me tonight. Because of a letter I received from a reader, I chose our flogger.

It's pretty heavy. There are 16 tails on it. Some kind of leather. Substantial handle. The business end is maybe 18 inches long? It was expensive, from a leather shop. I was told that if used properly on me that "I will become embarrassingly aroused being beaten", and potentially reduced "to a mound of quivering jelly". My source for this information is unimpeachable in my opinion. I know a bit the possible effects from having used it on him. Pain mixed with pleasure. You will think me very silly, but I was excited for my flogging all day long!

I put down several pillows and climbed up over them, belly down, ass high. David played with the flogger at first, dragging it down my skin from my neck to my ankles, making a brief stop between my ass cheeks and at my pussy, where he dangled the tips against the already puffy-feeling lips of my vagina.

"Zero, Sir, but I love it!" I volunteered, using his numerical rating system for how hard the strokes felt.

Then he started to whip my ass cheeks in what must have been a lazy figure eight pattern. That was like a 2. I actually liked it when the very tips of the flogger went between my cheeks and onto my pussy. He then moved up to my shoulder blades and flogged me there. "Do up like it there?" he asked. "Yes Sir!" I said. He started going harder. It was still ok, maybe a 5. He brought it back down to my ass and flogged me harder there as well. I was squirming on my pillow. He noticed that. He turned the topmost pillow onto its edge so I was humping it. Then he started whipping my cheeks and my legs from the side, snapping the flogger down onto me with harder strokes, though still not so hard. 6 maybe. I could feel the pillow pushing into me, and I must have looked like this girl!

Math for subbies:
This girl + flogger = me + wet pillow

"You little slut," he said, "don't you dare cum." Then he whipped my ass more. His strokes got harder and harder until they were hurting, "8 Sir!" I yelled out. 8 was pretty hard. 9 is supposed to be my limit, 10 is too hard, as per Sir's instructions.

"You've had enough fun with that pillow, you dirty whore," he said. When he uses words like that, it thrills me. He took the pillow away and made me roll over, removing the other pillows. He gave me a pillow and told me to hold it over my face, and to keep my arms away from my breasts. Oh Shit!

Then he started whipping my breasts lightly. OMG. It's indescribable! I wanted that whip so bad that it was making my pussy ache! "You like this!" said David, surprised and amused. I moaned and cried out as he whipped me with his flogger. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He kept checking in each time he went a bit harder. Those 16 tips, all over my breasts, reaching all parts at once! First one breast and then the other. My nipples the most sensitive part. The fat of my breasts the most erotic for me.

He took the pillow from me and told me to spread my legs widely. He whipped my belly (as I had asked him to in my letter) and down towards my cunt. He did not go too hard. He went down to my legs, and flogged my inner thighs, so close to my pussy! He re-positioned himself nearer my head looking essentially vertically down my body and whipped my pussy, wrapping the tips of his flogger lightly around my cunt. I went involuntarily to close my legs but he told me to "keep them open, slut!" He went harder and harder until I gave him an 8. I did not want to hand out a 9. I wanted to leave room for him. It was so hard to keep my legs spread as he whipped me like that, but when he saw them start to close a little I got a hard whipping to my inner thigh for my troubles, and immediately spread them again!

I kind of "broke" at that point, and started begging, "Please Sir! Please fuck my sore pussy with your hard cock!"

He finished up by dangling the tips of the flogger against my pussy, making me shimmy dance under it and shove my cunt up towards it.

"Not tonight," he said. "You can have that later."


He sent me off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I touched my clit a little while peeing. It felt soooo good! But it wasn't allowed. Cumming was forbidden until at least Saturday.

We went to bed together. We kissed. I could feel his hard cock against me. I reached for his erection. "May I Sir," I asked, "in my mouth?" He said yes. I went down on him. I sucked him with my lips and stroked him with my hand and was rewarded with a big mouthful of hot cum. That's two for him on Sunday, none for me. I swallowed it down and gently cleaned him off more with my mouth, then came back up to him and thanked him.

This switching is making our sex lives nuts! Well, his anyways ;-)

After we separated from our cuddling I slipped out of bed and went to my computer. I've always stayed up late. I think I need less sleep than most.

Next morning I asked him if he would please remove my collar, as I needed to get ready for work. He obliged. I showered and got myself ready.

Before I left for work he stopped me for one more thing. I have an iWatch, with a changeable clock face. It's usually on a more elegant watch face. He's made me set it to Minnie Mouse for the week.

He tells me every time I look at my watch, I should remember what I have coming.

I was checking the time all day long, believe me, and getting a little rush each time. Even in meetings with others present. Oh my gosh! Such a slut!

We're still nowhere near the main event. Thinking about that makes me soo excited still. I know now that David will do it right. I am expecting a fully consensual, safe, sane, wife-beating! That is so bad!

Monday, September 18

Letter Delivered

Well I did it! I delivered my letter to my husband! (see Letter to my Husband).

I checked the blog for any last minute advice around 6pm, and then printed the letter out in red ink. I did not change a thing. It gave me a lot of confidence that it was so well received by you guys. David had made a spot of healthy dinner and we ate that. The letter was burning a hole into the living room Ottoman!

After dinner we tidied up together. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I told him that I wanted to have a talk with him. He looked a bit confused. I never sound like that! "A nice talk!" I went on hastily to add. "Actually, I wrote you a letter. Sort of like a love letter. But kinky. It's on the coffee table."

He said, "should I read it?" Well duh! But I guess it was an unusual situation.

"Yes, please," I said.

So he went in the living room and I followed him. He sat on the couch in front of the letter. He put his feet up on the Ottoman and opened my letter. I was sitting opposite him. Perched cross-legged on a plush sofa chair too big for me.

He read through it quietly. I watched his face for any reactions. There were some smiles, and he looked at me gently during the first part. I blushed! Then he read a section, I think where I said I wanted to revisit the question of him spanking me, he cocked his head, looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and grinned a little. Then he went back to reading. He looked at me once more, right around the time he would have gotten to the part describing how rough I would want him to be with me. I got another look. Kind of like, an appraising look. Oh Boy! My tummy had some serious butterflies by then! He finished up the letter, put it down, and looked at me.

"So... what do you think?" I asked him, probably too desperately.

"I think we need to talk about this," he said.

Oh Shit! I thought. Maybe he doesn't want to? Maybe he thinks I really don't want that and he's going to try to talk me out of it?

"Sure," I said, hiding all those doubts.

"But I think you're overdressed for our conversation," he said. "Take off all your clothes."

Oh My Gosh! It was good! It was going to work out. I was so relieved. He was already getting into it. I was quite sure the conversation would head in the right direction with me buck naked and him fully clothed!

"Yes, Sir," I said. Isn't that what you're supposed to say when you're a woman in my position?

I got up and stripped in front of him. Right down to nuthin'! Then I just stood there, hands at my sides, breasts and bared hairless pussy exposed, waiting for my next order.

He told me to come nearer to him, and to kneel beside him. I did so, kneeling on my haunches right near the couch he was sitting on. He told me he'd read the letter again, out loud this time, and we would talk about each section. Oh Gosh! What a bastard! Why did he think I put it in a letter in the first place?!? All I said was "yes, sir".

So he read aloud every section. After each section he made a little comment. In the parts where I said I loved him, he told me how much he loved me as well. In the parts where I talked about his spankings, he expressed gratitude and said what an amazing wife I was. Where I first said I wanted to be spanked by him, he said it would be his pleasure to scratch my itch (my words from the letter). Where I said I did not want to stop spanking him, he said, "that's good." The conversation was very one-sided so far! When I first mentioned John in the letter, and how understanding he was, he looked me in the eye, held up my chin with his finger, and said that he trusted me "absolutely". I responded that I did him as well. When I wrote more about the John and Tracy incident, and what went down, and our mutual excitement, and how he got to fuck Tracy in the end, he said that he could see how excited I was, that he didn't need to fuck Tracy, but that it was fun since I was there overseeing the action.

When we got to the part of the letter about Violet, he wanted me to say more. He was surprised by how submissive I was being, but thought it was my "girl thing" (he knows I get ridiculously excited around girls!). I had to explain that I did not control the spanking, but only asked her to go full out, as if she was punishing me, as I wanted to experience that complete letting go with her first before doing this with him.

Then he read the two paragraphs aloud about how dark my fantasies were. I was feeling my face and breasts flush as he read my words back to me. I felt a neediness in my pussy as well. He put down the letter and reached out abruptly for my left nipple. He squeezed it, twisted it, and pulled it very hard. The pain was intense, taking my breath away and bringing tears instantly to my eyes. "So you want it rough, do you? Are you sure you can take it?"

"YES SIR!" I yelled out.

He released my left nipple and did a repeat performance, every bit as hard, on my right. "Are you really sure?"

"YES SIR!" I yelled out again. Fuck! Who was this girl??? Who was this man????

He released my nipple. They were both still throbbing from the pain. He caressed my breasts and gently rubbed my aching nipples. He went back and re-read (aloud) the following part of the letter,
I want to be spanked to tears. I want to be marked. I want you to use any vicious implement we own on my flesh. I want my ass spanked. But I want my pussy spanked also, and my tits and belly whipped. I want you to call me every dirty word you know: I want to be your bitch, your slut, your dirty little cunt, everything! I want you to punish me for being a whore. And I want you to make me beg for your cock. Beg for it in every hole I have.
He grabbed for my breast again, and this time squeezed the whole handful. He then echoed the language I had just used, saying something along the lines of, "so, you want to be whipped do you? Whipped like a dirty little whore? Then have your cunt slammed like a tramp? Is that what you want? You want to be my dirty little bitch? Does that make you hot now?"

"Oh yes, Sir," I said.

He told me to spread my knees apart. I did, instantly. He reached his hand down and felt my pussy. He then pushed two fingers into me and started moving them around. I was soooo wet! My pussy made sloppy sounds as he did that. He pulled his fingers out and looked at them, glistening with my cunt juices. "I guess you really do," he said. How humiliating! He brought his fingers to my mouth and had me clean them off. I tasted my own acidic, pungent pussy juices, as I cleaned off his fingers with my mouth.

He read the rest of the letter then. After he read the part about him maybe cumming too soon and it not mattering to me, he said that I'd have bigger things to worry about then when he cums on me.

Then he said, "we're not going to do this tonight."


"When are we going to, Sir?" I asked, a little desperately.

"A week today," he said.

"Why a week? Why not tonight??" I asked, and then added "Sir" as an afterthought.

"Because," he started explaining very rationally, "if we do it tonight I won't be able to tease you for a whole week first. And, I need some practice time to be sure you get what you need a week today."

Wow! Good reasoning, I guess!

He went on to explain that for the next week I would be his slave. I would not be allowed to cum until after my beating next week. He said that included diddling myself in front of my computer after he's asleep (drats! he knows about that??). Every evening at bedtime I would select one of our implements, and he would practice with it on me. He would go from lighter to harder, on various body parts, with me in various positions, and I would tell him what it felt like as we went. At the end of the week, he would give me the beating and fucking I craved, and would allow me to cum. Until then I was his bitch and I would do as I was told.

Ok. Parse that. Wow! First, didn't I tell you he was smart? He would figure out how to use the implements on me before the "main event". At the same time, he would keep me in a state of needy submissiveness for an entire week. That is all just... well brilliant! I knew. I KNEW he had it in him! He can be such an intense sub, and in his case it translates into being such an intense Dom. Vice versa for me I guess!

He shot his hand out again for my nipple. I winced away. He grabbed it anyway.

"You don't like this, do you?" he asked as he twisted.

"No sir," I said.

"Do you want me to stop doing it?" he asked

"As you please, Sir," I said. See? I know how a sub should behave!

"What a good little slave you are,' he said. "I'm going to reward you with a spanking now."

He pulled me to standing by my tit, moved himself to the center of the couch, and then pulled me across his knees. He let go of my tit and hugged me tightly into him. I arched my back and stuck up my butt for him. He started slapping my ass. Not hard, but solid. In all the right places! He occasionally stopped to fondle my ass, my pussy, my clit.

And then went back to spanking me. It was not a hard spanking by any stretch, but it was a very nice one! It was a reward for being such a good slave. While I was across his knee, he told me that I'd be gently spanked and fondled like this every day I was his slave. My heart kind of melted at that!

"Ok, up you get!" he said as he delivered his final spank. Holy crap! It was sooo hard! Like a fucking paddle! But harder! Right across my low ass cheeks, right in the middle. It resonated into my pussy and asshole, but my poor butt was top of mind! I stood up and rubbed my rear cheeks where he had just smacked them.

"That last one was very hard, Sir," I commented.

He smiled at me and said that was to remind me to be a good slave, because if I'm a disobedient pet he's quite capable of making every spank like that. Oh Dear! The brute! He wouldn't. Be still my poundy heart!

He told me to go upstairs and to select my first implement. I went up to the bedroom, nursing my sore buns and titties. I selected the riding crop.

I thought I would start easy!

I decided I should lie face down on our bed, with a couple of pillows under my hips. That is how I like to place him and how he likes to be placed. I had the riding crop beside me.

He walked in soon after I was settled. He picked up the crop and he whipped it in the air a bit. He brought it down on my ass. He told me to rate the severity of the strokes from 0 to 10. 0 being a total nothing, and 10 being anything past what I thought I could take, and 9 just at my limit. Very scientific!

The crop never made it above 7. But nor did he whip it nearly as hard as he could have. Probably a good thing! I got it all over on my ass. He asked me questions, like "do you like it here?" when he spanked me higher up and on my flanks and I was allowed to answer no. "How about here?" and so on. He turned me over and used the crop on my breasts and nipples. That got the 7 out of me. Fuck! He used it on my pussy also. Both on my back with my legs low and spread, and also him lifting my legs up high where he got at my pussy again, especially my puffy pussy lips, and also my asshole. When he asked, "is it ok here?" I had to blush and say "yes, Sir". My little holes and titties will get sooo abused this week, not to talk about next Saturday!

And then you know what that shitty bastard did? He ended it. Then he put me on my side, took off his clothes, got behind me like a big spoon, and fucked my pussy until he came.

He KNOWS I can't cum from pussy fucking alone! I tried reaching for my clit but he grabbed my arm and said, "no!" After he came, he wouldn't even let me go to the bathroom to clean up my cunt. He lay me on my back until his cum started dribbling out, then scooped it out with his fingers and fed it to me, smearing it on my face and tits as well. oh yummy. cum.

I guess I am not a Domme anymore. At least not for another week. I am my Husband's slave. I do as he says. I let go. Pain, pleasure, and tease are his to give as he pleases. I am nothing, and I am everything. I am his slave! This isn't hard for me. So many of you thought it would be, but it's not. It's like melting. I have no control. I have no responsibility. I do as I am told. I am intensely sexually aroused the entire time. I am needy for my beating. I am needy to be taken the way a woman should be taken. My pussy aches with anticipation. Aches for his touch. Even if it means crawling across my Master's knee for my spanking in order to earn it.

How will I last a fucking week???!!!

Friday, September 15

Letter to my Husband

After thinking about it for a bit, and considering all my readers' comments on my last blog entry, I am now absolutely positive that I want my husband to dominate me the way I fantasize about.

Thinking about it makes my heart beat hard, my mouth dry, my skin sweat, my belly do flip flops. My pussy and breasts ache for a touch. I want it badly. I want it badly from him!

I decided I will broach the subject with him by means of a letter. I have not sent it yet. I humbly request thoughts and comments from my readers before I do. I absolutely recognize the absurd irony of having such an intimate and private love letter seen and commented on by hundreds, and embrace it.

Here is my draft letter.

Dear David,

I am writing you a letter today, because if I talked to you about this in person I would surely blush and stammer and say things I do not intend. So I have taken my time composing this letter and thinking through everything I say in it carefully. After you have read it, then we can discuss at length if that is your desire.

I want to start off by saying what a wonderful husband you are and what a happy wife I am! Saying "yes" to you those many years ago was both the easiest and the best decision I have ever made in my entire life. I love so many things about you. I love your mind, I love your looks, I love your personality, I love the way you diet so assiduously and then eat a candy bar! I love that you are such a great provider and such a strong and competent man, and I love that you can be such a cute little girl laying across my knee!

When you first broached the subject of spanking, you asked if I thought spanking was at all sexy. I had heard cheeky references and jokes, of course, about adult spanking, but always sort of laughed them off. Spanking was mainly something you used to do to naughty kids. You asked if I wanted to be spanked. No! My only experience with spanking as a child was slightly traumatic, and the thought of being held down and struck by any man was not something I was at all comfortable with. You asked if I thought it would be sexy if I were to spank you. I was not so sure for my part, but if you found it sexy, then why would I not entertain your cute bare bum across my knee getting whacked?

And so it started. And to my surprise I found that I LOVED it! Once I got over the awkwardness and started doing it right, I found it sexy and empowering. I never dreamt I could have that kind of power over a man, over you. From the start it made my pussy wet and tingly, as you quickly found out afterwards when I put your head between my legs! Once I got to know your limits, the more red your ass and the more you wiggled and begged, the more it turned me on. As we went, we grew into more and more crazy stuff, and I loved it all! Implements, panties and bras for you, dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, my sister (!), public play, diapers, enemas, three-ways, trainers, pro dommes, friends, waitresses, you name it, I went for it, and I loved it! I know you did also. As long as you still want it, I intend to never stop doing it! God willing, I'll be spanking your bare ass in front of your cute little geriatric nurse when we're both in our 90's!

But, I'm now ready to revisit the question of whether I want to be spanked by you. Yes I do! Very much so! Not as a full-time thing, not as the main thing, not even as a regular thing. But as a once in a while thing? Yes. Absolutely. It excites me thinking of it. I have an itch, and it needs to be scratched, and only you can scratch it!

Don't misunderstand, most of the time when we play I'm still going to be your Dommy Wife and you better believe it, buster! I've got a drawer full of lingerie for you, a hairbrush, a strap, a cane, and a big strap-on dildo to teach you otherwise if you doubt me. And a sister and several female acquaintances I can invite over to watch me instruct you on that point!

Notwithstanding, you know, of course, that I've been toying with the subby side for a while now. A few little spankings from you, from some pros, from Tracy. A few more forceful sex acts from you. With all of those, I've felt very much in control of the situation. I treated the spankings more like a massage. And I was excited and not at all panicky when I mock-submitted to these women.

Then came John. Tracy was so keen to involve John as much as possible, and you know I'm a pleaser. So I considered it. I rolled it around in my mind. And I was surprised that thinking about it did not panic me. It even excited me. I was still not sure that if I actually let him dominate me a bit, that I would not panic, so I set it up as a sort of experiment. You were so understanding. You could tell it excited me, and you were nothing but encouraging! You are a very secure man, which I love about you. You let me explore my wild child and share the excitement with you, before and after.

I wanted it to be John, not you, for a reason I have not shared with you. A reason that was not even clear to me until recently. If I did react badly, I was worried I would wind up being mixed up about the guy doing it. Don't care if I get mixed up about Tracy's husband. Absolutely did not want to get mixed up about you!!! So he was my dry run. He was my dry run for you. I really only want to be spanked and dominated by one man in this world, and it's you! Oh, I suppose I can enjoy others as a lark, as you do enjoy being dominated by other women on occasion, but none of it makes any sense if you're not involved!

So I surprised myself by not panicking at all with John. In fact, I enjoyed being over his hard-muscled lap and feeling that heavy hand on my butt. I enjoyed sticking my ass up in the air like a total slut practically begging him to touch my pussy! It went so well that I decided to see what effect his cock had on me. Down my throat and in my cunt, good and hard. Even lapping his cum out of his wife's pussy after I made her lick his dribbling cum out of mine. Oh my gosh! Does that turn you on, David? I know it does! But I made sure to arrange to pay my debt, even though you thought none was owing. I made sure you got to bend over big-tittied Tracy and fuck her needy holes also, and even make a sperm deposit in her hot little cunt. Proving two can play at that game.

So whatever was holding me back from being dominated by a man, it's safe to say it isn't there anymore. It's less than the shadow of a ghost now. It's time you and I played for real! I'm ready for it. Are you?

With all those encounters, even with John, I was in control. I needed to be, rank newbies that they were. With none of them did I trust them enough to really let got. I want to let go with you.

You don't know this, but I let go with Violet. That spanking I got from her was not planned out in any detail at all. Everything else was planned to a tee. For my spanking, I just told her to do it properly, and boy did she ever! It was scary, but it was so sexy also! I want that with you now. I don't want to be in control at all. I want you to take that control.

Another thing you don't know, my fantasies around you dominating me have gotten dark. Real dark! I want to be spanked to tears. I want to be marked. I want you to use any vicious implement we own on my flesh. I want my ass spanked. But I want my pussy spanked also, and my tits and belly whipped. I want you to call me every dirty word you know: I want to be your bitch, your slut, your dirty little cunt, everything! I want you to punish me for being a whore. And I want you to make me beg for your cock. Beg for it in every hole I have.

Yes, I want to submit to you totally. Submit to having my face fucked. Grab my hair, push my mouth onto you until I gag. Submit to having my cunt slammed. Even submit to having my ass cheeks prised apart and my backdoor stretched and violated by your cock. Use the dildo. Stick two of them in my holes and use your cock in whatever's left over. Whichever way you please, darling, I want to be yours totally!

I know... I can get overly enthusiastic sometimes. You tell me this enough! So take it at your own pace. The first time we do it will not be our last. But know that I am ready for whatever you dish out, and that I crave everything I wrote above. I trust you absolutely. I have never trusted anybody else like this.

I will have the "red" safeword. And for your sake I will have the "yellow" one as well. Fell free to extract a yellow from me if you dare! I will not resent it, and don't you back off too much when you hear it either. I know what I'm asking for. I know how deliciously sore I'll be the next morning, inside and out.

And please don't worry about cumming too soon. I adore your creamy cum on me and in me, whenever it happens. It would be my honour to swallow your ejaculate, my husband, if it comes to that. Afterwards, you can just whip me until your erection comes back. I'll wriggle my ass and pussy nicely for you under your whip to encourage it! I'll take your soft member in my mouth and suck on it like a baby for as long as you want. I want you, hard or soft!

I Love You So Much!!!

Always Your Slutty and Over-Excitable Wife,


Friday, September 8

Am I Sick in the Head?

My own submissive fantasies sometimes scare me.

Am I ill?

A pen pal and I were exchanging emails. He was a sweet and polite man with submissive tendencies. He also indicated he may be a bit of a switch. He asked me if he could write a fantasy about his first meeting with me. Then he said that if I was interested I could write a reply on how I thought our first meeting would go. He wrote it, and it was a sweet fantasy where he got his bum smacked, his cock milked, and then fucked in the ass. Another spanking, and then loving forgiveness.

So I thought I would please him, switch it up, and write him a fantasy with me getting a spanking from him. I guess I got carried away. Here was my email back (edited a bit and images added).

Here is my version... I'll switch it up.

I knock on your door.

You let me in.

"Strip, bitch," you tell me.

"Yes sir..."

I am completely naked. You walk around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples.

You reach between my legs from behind. I feel your fingers penetrating my moist sex, your thumb pushing insistently against my asshole.

"Bend over," you whisper in my ear.

I bend over, your fingers slide more deeply into my cunt, your thumb slides into my asshole. I gasp. Your other hand reaches around and grabs my dangling breast painfully hard. You lean down and breathe into my ear. You say, "I'm going to whip your ass so hard, slut, that you'll be begging me to stop. But there's only one kind of begging that will make me stop whipping you, you dirty little whore. You'll beg for my cock to fuck every hole you've got. You'll beg for my cock in your mouth, in your pussy, and in your ass, one after the other. When I think you're sincere, bitch, I'll give you what you beg for."

You make me stand straight, I am practically lifted off my feet by your fingers in my holes. You walk me like that to the spanking bench. Your hand stays in as I straddle the horse, kneeling on the leg supports. You take your hand out from my wet sex and tight asshole, push my head down, and slap my ass hard. You fasten my wrists and ankles down, and fasten the buckles around the backs of my knees. You fasten a leather strap across my low back and tighten it down which causes me to arch my back for you.

You slowly walk away. You return swishing an evil thin rod. You start whipping my ass with it! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!


"You know what you have to beg me for, to make it stop, cunt. Are you slow?"


"Where slut? What comes first, slut?"


"You get your wish, you dirty whore, a nice thick cock deep down your throat."

You take your pants off. You are naked below the waste. Your cock is hard from whipping me. You put your cock right in front of my mouth.

"Kiss it first, slut," you say.

Trembling, I reach out my neck and give the tip a kiss.


I open my mouth, making my lips into a round O for you. You slide your cock into me. All the way down my throat.

I struggle to relax my throat and not gag. You pull out and then pump it in again. You repeat, over and over and over again. I am choking and gargling and salivating as you fuck my mouth.

You pull out. There are tears in my eyes and running down my cheeks. I am covered in my own saliva. My nicely applied mascara has run down my face.

"That's enough for you, bitch, you seem to be enjoying it too much."

You walk away from me and return with a leather strap. STRAP! Right across my ass cheeks. The strap reverberates through my spread pussy and asshole. STRAP! STRAP! STRAP!


"You are slow, bitch," you say.



"Convince me you want it, whore."


"Since you've asked so nicely, whore."

You get behind me. I feel the engorged head of your penis at my cunt lips.

"You needy little slut!" you say, "you're soaking wet!"

You push deep into me with a single thrust. You grab my hips and you pump your cock into me. In and out! Hard! Deep! I yell out in a combination of pain and intense pleasure.

You fuck me hard for five long minutes and then you pull out.

You walk away from me. You return with a paddle. A large paddle. A sorority style heavy wooden paddle with large holes drilled into it. You pull it back and swing it hard to slam into my sore butt.









"That will do, slut. Your ass is a mess. Red, white, and bruised blue. You'll have my marks on you for a week at least.

Do you still want it up the ass, bitch, or more of the paddle?"


"Well then I'm happy to oblige such a dirty little whore of a girl."

You put down the horrible paddle. You dip your cock into my pussy. It's all the lube I'll get. You push the head into my asshole. You insistently push it home. I yell out at the pain!

"Take your medicine, bitch," you tell me.

You slide your cock in and out and in and out. The pain is extreme. Both from your cock, and from your thighs slapping into my whipped, strapped, and paddled ass cheeks. You keep pumping harder and faster and harder and faster. I think I'm going to faint! Then you let out a guttural moan and I feel my rectum being filled with your hot jizz. It keeps coming and coming and coming.

You pull out. You walk away from me. You clean yourself off from my dirty asshole. You return with a butt plug. You stuff it into my ass, trapping your copious sperm inside of me. You unfasten me and tell me to get dressed. You tell me I'm a dirty unfaithful whore. You tell me to go back home to my husband. You understand he likes eating ass. "Make him eat my cum out of your asshole, bitch. Make him look at your beaten and bruised ass and stick his nose in your sore fucked pussy as he does it, and show him what you really need from a man."

You throw me out of the door into the street, crying and disheveled.

You see what I mean when I say I get carried away??? I was not intending to write all that. It was just going to be a sweet little spanking for me. But then I just started writing, and this degrading misogynistic filth poured out of my brain. I definitely don't want all that to happen for real, but then why do I obviously fantasize about it? Reading it back makes me wet. I diddled myself and came thinking of that happening to me. Finding and doctoring photos from the web to illustrate it for the blog shames me, but I do it anyways. I do not approve of those things happening to any woman!!!

Do I subconsciously resent my husband for being such a pussy sub in the bedroom? Is this what I want for myself?

Wednesday, September 6

Husband Spanked for Real

So, I've been looking for opportunities to up the "real FLR" quotient in our relationship. My darling husband presented me with the perfect opportunity the other night.

We have a device called the Sodastream.

It's used to make bubbly water from tap water. I enjoy bubbly water mixed with a hint of cranberry juice and a bit of lime. Those canisters of CO2 run out, of course, and it's my husband's job to keep them stocked (he goes to the Canadian Tire for refills - his domain!). We have about a dozen of them so he does not have to go very often and he can trade the empties for fulls all at once. The idea is that he goes to exchange the lion's share before we run out.

The dozen canisters sit up like little soldiers on a high shelf. You can tell by the cap if it's used or new. We got down to just one new one left on the shelf . I remember reminding him to get the canisters exchanged as we are getting low.

Then we ran out, and he needed to fit the very last one in. I reminded him again to go get them filled. I DO NOT like running out of bubbly water! ;-) He promised he would tomorrow.

Well tomorrow, and tomorrow. I reminded him again. He hit his head and said "Doh!" and promised to do it, for sure, tomorrow.

Well, you can see where this is going.

I got home earlier than him, and went to bubble up some water. Phewwwwwwwweeeee... And we're out.

The canisters are gone from the shelf. At least he has them with him. He gets home. Does he have a bagful of new canisters. He does not. He "forgot".

I take him by the ear. I pull him all the way up to our bedroom like that. He knows what he has coming. I open the bedroom drawer and pull out his hairbrush.

I open up his spanking chair. A small folding chair we keep in the bedroom.

I sit down on it. He is in front of me. I unbuckle his belt, and pull the belt out his belt loops. That's for later. I unclasp and unzipper his pants. I make them fall to the floor. He is in his boxers today. I grab on either side of his boxers and lower them to the floor. His penis and testicles come on display. He is not hard. I move him to my side and I pull him over my lap, pants and underpants at his ankles.

I push his shirt up above his waist. I put my left arm around his waist.

"How many times did I tell you???? How many???"

"quite a few..."

"Whose responsibility is it to change those out when they get low???"


"Well, I think you need a lesson in responsibility. Do you agree?"

"yes ma'am..."

"A long hard lesson..." I say under my breath as I tighten my grip on him. Then I start just wailing away on his ass with that hairbrush. And I mean wailing! I went for a good, I don't know, five minutes likely, at a spank a second. You do the math. His ass turned cherry red and white in the middles. He cried out and begged me and apologized over and over again: "Owww! Ohh! No! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!!!"

When I was done I threw the hairbrush down on the ground and I literally pushed him off my lap so that he fell at my feet.

"Get up!" I yelled at him as I grabbed him by his ear and yanked. I turned him around and made him bend over the back of the chair, elbows on the seat. I picked up his belt I had removed earlier and I just start whipping that ass! About 50 good strokes, I'd reckon. Again he was pleading and begging.

"Stay there!" I told him after I had finished.

I went to get the tube of toothpaste and a bathroom glass of water.

I put a big glob of toothpaste on my finger, wet it, and shoved it up his ass. I smooshed it all around in there. I repeated with a second glob. Then I coated his anal area until it was white. This causes quite an intense burning in his asshole that lasts at least an hour.

"Pull up your pants!" I told him. "You will go to the Canadian Tire NOW and get me the replacements. At the checkout, tell the girl you fucked up, forgot to get refills, and got a spanking from your wife. GO! NOW!"

david had a scared look in his eye, pulled up his pants quickly and ran out the door. I could see him wincing as he moved, a combination of his well-spanked rear and the toothpaste burning his anus and rectum.

He returned quickly, a bit longer than half an hour, carrying the replacement canisters. He put them down on the kitchen table.

"Please Julie, may I wash out my bum?" he asked pitifully.

"Burns does it?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Did you tell the salesgirl at the checkout?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"What did you say exactly?"

"I told her her that I had fucked up and not gotten these changed until they ran out, and that my wife was pissed and whipped my ass, literally whipped it. With a belt."

"How did she react?"

"Smirked Ma'am."

"Was there anybody else in earshot?"

"No Ma'am. May I please go wash out my bum Ma'am?" As he said this he bounced from one leg to the other.

"Put away the canisters, and put a fresh one into the dispenser," I told him.

He looked pained but hurried to do as he was told, wiggling and wincing the whole time.

"May I please go and wash out my bum, Ma'am?" he asked desperately after he had completed the chore.

"You may."

As soon as I said that he scurried right upstairs.

"And let that be a lesson to you!" I yelled after him.

I was smiling as I bubbled up a bottle of water, and made my bubbly cranberry-lime drink. Even put a couple of festive ice cubes in it to celebrate.

There. Did I "scene him" or did I punish him? You be the judge.