Spanked for Masturbating - part 2

In Spanked for Masturbating - part 1 I spoke about my husband's and my little rule: you can masturbate, but if you get caught red handed you get a spanking. This rule has made the Ménage à Moi so much more exciting! In that first part I recounted a time when I caught him "doing the deed" and made him pay a steep price. In this post, I'll flip the situation and write about my own experiences in this regard.

It comes as no secret to regular readers of my blog that I am a known... masturbator (Blush!). I first uncovered this at length (and with the photos to prove it - oh my!) in my July 2019 blog post Julie's Masturbation Session.

It really was a bit embarrassing to write about it. As I re-read that post I could feel my own embarrassment coming through. Especially that particular session where I made a complete fool of myself and wrote about it, and then published hyper-humiliating photos of myself masturbating as self-punishment. Of course, some commenters thought it was my best post ever. At the conclusion of the post I wondered aloud if I needed a good psychoanalyst. A reader responded:

The account here is stunning. This girl, and I do mean *girl*, doesn't need a psycho-analyst, she needs a disciplinarian. In all the years I've been following this blog, you've never been as shamefully naughty as you've been this week. Your exposure is profound. I read through this very slowly, pausing to picture in my mind everything you were describing in detail. It feels like I was in the room with you, in your mind with you, and your humiliating performance is still palpable. The embarrassment you felt when you posted this must have been intense, and it should warm you for a long time to come. It's a bit of a game-changer here because, though you've exposed your submissive side and experiences in many ways, this to me represents a more personal submission and vulnerability to your readers not like anything you've shared before. As such, it's possibly the most erotic account I've read, and these are the best female masturbation photos on the web. Generic pics of models or porn stars can't touch them.

Oh dear.

Fortunately, on that occasion, I was not caught by my husband doing it, and did not have to suffer any of the humiliating and painful consequences that would have gone along with that.

Yes, a spanking...

I, in fact, masturbate quite a lot. You can probably tell that kinky sex is on my mind quite a bit. When I was writing my second book, Julie's Spankings, I was masturbating constantly. It was part of my writing process. I was not happy with a chapter until I was able to have an orgasm proof-reading it. There's over 60 chapters in that book!!!! That a lot of strummin' the ol' banjo. I hope you'll agree that my "dedication" to my craft comes through to the reader. My orgasm to yours. For real. Doesn't knowing that make it just a little bit of an extra special read?

But, it's our game that when my husband catches me playing with myself, no matter how early or far along I am, I am roughly hauled out of bed, thrown across his knee, and hand-spanked relentlessly to shrieks and tears. If I complain at all about my treatment, or even if he just feels like giving it to me, I will get the belt at the end. I have been a bad girl, and I deserve everything I get.

I first began masturbating as a child, shoving my stuffed doggy between my legs and humping it. A bit like this:

I could get off like that. I lived in fear of somebody walking in on me! I was especially worried that my Daddy would find out I was a masturbator. They were indistinct feelings. My tummy did flip-flops at the masturbatory thought of Daddy walking in and just saying, "oh, Julie...". I wasn't into spanking at the time, and did not fantasize about Daddy fucking me, just discovering me in the act and being "disappointed" in me: "oh Julie...". I could cum to the stuffed doggy and that thought. So confusing.

When I masturbate now, the chance of "Daddy" (my husband daddy that is) walking in on me and catching me in the act is very real. And husband daddy will express his disappointment in his little girl in much stronger terms!

No matter what material I am masturbating to, in the back of my mind, as I get closer and closer, is the thought of being walked in on, stopped, scolded, and given a severe spanking. And while I enjoy malesub porn, I only get off to femsub stuff, so I am already thinking along those lines.

His protocol with me, by my request, is not to play it off as "cute", or "angry", but to play it off as "disappointed" (I wonder where that comes from? Hmmmmm?). "Oh Julie...". And then the scolding: "you know you're not to play with yourself like that." And then my punishment: "I guess I'll just have to teach you that lesson one more time, young lady." Oh gush!

"Please Daddy! No. I won't ever do it again. I promise!" Daddy will not be satisfied with promises. He will only be satisfied with a sniffling red-bummed little girl.

At some point in my spanking we will both morph solidly back into husband and wife roles (we were never anything but, we just use the terms "Daddy" and "little girl" to evoke a certain something). He will scold me for having sex with myself. For "cheating on him" like that. He is perfectly available for sex whenever I feel I need it. Is he not good enough for me (said sarcastically, he knows he is - my most intense orgasms are at his mouth and hands). SPANK SPANK SPANK.

"Please! I'll have sex with you! I'll have sex with you right now!" I cry out. I am very horny. I was likely pretty close to an O when he busted in on me.

He lets me off his lap. My bum is red and stinging. I get on my knees and pull his hard cock out. I take it into my mouth and suck it.

I may still be crying from my spanking at this point. My tears may intensify as he shoves it down my throat. He enjoys my tears lubricating his cock.

If I am a bad girl, or a naughty girl, my front teeth may graze the shaft of his cock. "Argh!" he will say. He's liable to slap my face, pull me up by my hair, and throw me face down onto the bed.

"You fucking bitch. You did that on purpose," he may say as he removes his belt from around his waist. Did I do it on purpose? yes.

He may make me lie across some pillows to elevate my ass. He may turn the top pillow edge on and make me clamp it. The belt will make me uncontrollably hump during my whipping.

He may get a dildo from the bedside drawer and insert it into my mouth. "You practice keeping your lips wrapped around that cock. Show me, show me," he'll say as he fucks my mouth with it. I keep my mouth and lips in the perfect girlish "O".

He'll then stand beside me and whip my ass with his belt until I am frantic.

Unlike the girl pictured above, who is getting off easy, I will be naked, draped over two pillows with a third edgewise into my cunt, and a dildo stuffed in my mouth.

As he whips me he may say, "go on, finish what you started." My hands will dive to my pussy and I will desperately rub as I hump and am whipped. I will cum that way. He will know as it happens. He'll throw the belt aside, get behind me, and fuck me from behind. He likes fucking my pussy after I have cum. He knows I am sooooo sensitive there right after, and he enjoys feeling me squirm desperately under him as he fucks me. It "excites" him, the cad. He will only end my fucking with a thrusting bare cock sperming deep inside of me. I never feel more like a "wife" then after a whipping and a sperming.

Sometime he will not allow me to clean up afterwards. He'll insist I put my panties directly on and redress myself. His sperm will come seeping out of me as I move about over the next hour, staining my panties. Like that girl I reported on a few blog posts ago, he may like seeing me with my hair and makeup disheveled, knowing my panties too are stained: a properly trained and fucked wife.

Is this a fantasy of mine? Why yes it is. Does this play out in real life? Indeed so. It's one of the games we play...