My Spanking

As those who tracked the comments on my Apologies post know, I received a spanking for comments I posted on my previous two blog posts, Inspired Cuckolding and What is the Ultimate Humiliation? 

I am publishing this blog post with David's permission. My readers are of course interested in the details, and I am excited to reflect on and re-live the events (and masturbate looking back on my punishment, which is inevitable for me). David only requires that I provide the full context and further reflect on what I did wrong, rather than just concentrating on the more prurient aspects. Fair enough.

He says he will be reading this after it is posted, and I will be getting another spanking if he is not happy with what I have written. While the thought of being taken-in-hand once again is sexy to me, and makes my tummy feel all squidgy, I will not provoke a punishment, as that ruins it for me (and, as he says, I can get all the spankings I want just by asking). Besides, a punishment spanking is a "notch up" by design, and so soon after the last one I do not crave it: I'd much rather have a "good girl" spanking at a time like this! While it is going on, a punishment spanking is not anything I crave. It is an absolute ordeal. I know this seems paradoxical, to simultaneously crave something and dread it so much, but that's the way it is for me.

The backdrop for my punishment was that I had seen some forced (male) bi images on QBuzz's blog that got my engines revving. I have a long-standing fantasy of wanting my husband to participate as the bottom in something like that. I followed that post up closely with a second as I began obsessing more and more. It's one of the few things I wish to do that we have not yet done. However, I got carried away in the comments section expressing my frustrations. There's only ever maybe a 20% chance that David reads a blog entry, much less the comments. I was sort of hoping he would read those comments, as I thought I had a valid point in comments such as this:

I am cringing at comments like this now, but my husband has informed me that the comments are staying up as a fitting accompaniment to my Apology post and this post, so you can all judge for yourselves whether I deserved my spanking or not, and if I got off easy or not.

I distinctly remember the mindset I was in when I replied to those comments. When I used the word "homophobe" it was definitely just a careless slur. Neither David nor I are in the least bit against LGBTQ+ rights and preferences, in fact we are allies, and have ourselves indulged in many alternative sexual lifestyles (including girl-on-girl sex for me). I was using the word carelessly and hatefully (in retrospect) to refer to the concept of David having a preference for sex with women, and simply not being turned on by participating in gay sex. Sexual preferences are nuanced and to be respected regardless of where they lie on the spectrum. A caring partner will understand her partner's sexual preferences, and play within those boundaries.

I compounded my error by suggesting he was being selfish, in comments such as this one,

and this one,

Again, just trying to return myself to the mindset I was in when I wrote those, I was feeling frustrated that I had been so sexually adventurous, and perceiving that he had not been. In fact, looking back on it, this is a ridiculous position.

David has tried so many different things that I wanted to do that it's absolutely unfair claiming this. And he has never, ever pressured me to do anything that goes beyond my boundaries (like piercings, tatoos, brown showers, blood play, and so on). My examples of oral with swallowing and bum sex are stupid ones, because it actually does turn me on when he "forces me" to, and it always had, and the idea always had, and I specifically asked him to do this to me.

I did a "forced bi" scene with me on the bottom and Violet on top (Punished by Mistress Violet!), but the difference is that I was very excited looking forward to that happening, as you can tell in the comment exchange on the pre-post (Outed to Mistress Violet!) that Violet participated in.

Me after my spanking from Violet.
At the end of this scene, Violet fucked me with her strap-on as David watched.

Doing "forced-bi" between me and Violet is NOT the same thing at all, because I wanted it and was excited for it to happen. It's so not the same thing. It's like David calling me "selfish" for not pooing my diaper if that was his kink to watch me do it (that grosses me out and I legit do not want to do it - nothing sexy about it for me).

What I also need to realize is that I have a public platform within the kink community, and what I do and write has repercussions. It was wrong of me to attempt to pressure my partner into doing something he was not excited about, and sets just a super bad example. For example,

My anonymous commenter is clearly just confused by my attitude. If David is not bi-curious, why am I even pushing it?

And here I am commenting on others:

and

What am I doing???? That is not me. I don't council people to twist the arms of their submissives or suggest if they don't do something they are uncomfortable with it is wrong. What kind of role model am I?

In the comment exchange I started being a bit "cheeky".

I'll tell you what I was thinking as I wrote that. The sentiment started out as "well that would be a fun outcome also". And then I thought why not be a bit provocative in case David did read this. And then even as I was composing the sentence my thoughts twisted into believing that if he did spank me for this, it would be totally unjust, because HE'S the one in the wrong here. And in that case, if he wants to spank me, he can just fuck right off.

Our arrangement is that he has full rights to spank me wherever and whenever and for whatever reason. But if he thinks he's spanking me for punishment, and if it is in fact unjust, then it is just a beating and I'll take any fucking beating and NOT change my tune. He'll be wrong, and then he'll compound his wrong by giving me an unjustified beating, so then he's just doubly wrong and I can be doubly right.

The net result of all that thinking is that it just came out as an ugly, disrespectful comment that I am now very ashamed of and wish I could take it down.

It's an admitted character flaw of mine that when I take a position on something, I usually feel I am 100% right about it, and everybody else is 100% wrong. You may have noticed that unfortunate tendency in some of my political posts? My mindset at the time was that David had an unnatural fear of homosexual activities, and was being utterly selfish in not catering to one of my fantasies. There was NOTHING anybody could have said or done to change my tune.

And along the same lines, here I am daring him to do it.Yes, half wanting a spanking, but the other half was "let's see if he has the chutzpah to spank me over something he is 100% wrong about".

That was my attitude. I was 100% right, he was 100% wrong, let's get into it.

Of course, a lot of my regular readers were observing this exchange and wondering what the hell I was doing. After my apology post, many readers came out and said just that.

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It was pretty unanimous. I now feel thoroughly disappointed in my own behaviour, and feel considerable shame as well. Normally my "shame" is a sexy one concentrated around the manner in which I am punished, but in this case it's just a burning shame for my actions.

I almost cried when I read this one from a woman whom I had gotten to know and admire.

 

 So, I've been following along from the sidelines here. I usually do, even if the content doesn't really suit my preferences. You're always so in depth, articulate, and entertaining that something that doesn't suit my preferences is still something I happily consume here. I also love to follow along in the comments section because they're usually full of juicy extras that I'd miss out on if I didn't. Unfortunately, the comments are much more... unedited. They're not thought out, they're an expression of what's going through ones mind in the moment, not the carefully crafted narrative of the post itself. And that really caught you out here.

I'm proudly part of the LGBTQ+ community and it was disappointing to see the term "homophobe" being thrown around so flippantly. I've interacted with many, many homophobes in my life, and unless the man you've painted David out to be is completely different from the real world David, he's far from being homophobic. Then being a kinkster who attributes a lot of her own exploration down to your blog and experiences I was also disappointed that you were so clearly not respecting your sub's boundaries. Safe, sane, consensual. Rule number one for kink.

However... Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone thinks with their dicks or pussies instead of their brains sometimes. Everyone on Earth has fucked up royally at least once in their lives and it's important to contextualise this:

-You've had this blog for a decade now.
-You've always been supportive of the LGBTQ+ community and from every interaction I've seen you have with someone who identifies on it (for example your older sister) you've been nothing but amazing.
-You've never overstepped the mark, or done anything without making sure all parties involved are comfortable and consenting (for example, leaving your younger sister out of any goings on with your mother/father)

Ten years of doing this and this is your first true fuck up, and in quite the fitting manner David took care of it. You paid the piper with a sore butt, a sore hole tomorrow (or today, I'm a bit late) and quite the embarrassing admission of guilt alongside a public apology. Quite the way to learn a life lesson, but hey, we kinksters like being a bit extravagant, don't we?

Can't wait to see your next posts, I for one would love to hear the juicy details of your little lesson with David!

-Kasey

My tears came both from reading that Kasey was so disappointed in me, but also from the quality of forgiveness contained in the note. I'm tearing up now re-reading it. I am soooo sorry!!!

And as a follow-up from Tankerton,

Hence we are here, and there I was on Friday night still thinking I was 100% in the right. I had stayed up super late on Thursday and got up super early on Friday so we could drive up North to the cottage ahead of the traffic (6:30am start) and we could work from there (my first call was 9:30am). We went to bed that night, and David woke up considerably earlier than I.

One of the things he read in the morning was my latest couple of blog entries, and the comments. He doesn't always read my blog, but he sometimes skims it and maybe reads some comments from time to time. As he told me afterwards, his initial thought was "here she goes again" on my forced bi fantasy. It wasn't until he got to the comments where he became concerned. He thought I used the word homophobe carelessly, and did not want me conveying the wrong impression of him or myself (that I would partner with somebody hateful). He also thought I was really trompling all over the notion of "consent", and setting a bad example for the community. He resolved to speak to me about it as soon as I got up.

I got up at around 8:30 am, pulled on my flannel PJ bottoms and a shorty T-shirt, and padded down bleary-eyed, hair akimbo, and barefoot to the kitchen for my morning coffee. After I got my coffee, David called me over to where he was sitting at the table and asked me to join him. He was looking serious and I could already tell something was up. I sat kitty corner to him.

"I read your blog this morning," he said.

Ok. That was what this was about. Good. I was glad he had read it. I felt I was in the right and I was going to convince him.

"What's on your mind?" I said cheerily with a little lilt, waiting for him to start so I could respond.

He did not come off as angry at all. He was super calm and super reasonable. we first discussed my usage of the word "homophobe". He had a copy of the blog right there on his iPad and was referring to the comments. He used the Socratic method on me, asking me a bunch of questions. Before too long I was admitting that it was not the appropriate word as it had other, nasty and ugly connotations that I had not intended to convey, and I apologized for that. But I countered that he did seem to have an unhealthy revulsion for any male gay activities at all, "and if the shoe fits..." He remained calm, and explained that it was not revulsion, it was preference. I acknowledged that I had never actually seen any signs of revulsion, and apologized for that.

He then took me to task on my "selfish" comments. I've covered a lot of what we talked about above, and he did do a really good job of convincing me that there were plenty of things he stays away from with me, and has never done anything with me I did not ask him to do. I apologized for calling him selfish, but asked if he might do me this one favour of having a forced bi scene.

We talked about consent in BDSM, and he asked if I believed pressuring someone to do something they did not want to do was a good thing? I argued a bit, saying sometimes people want to be pushed. He agreed that was sometimes true, and asked how I could tell the difference between the two things? I said there would be some clue. He asked if I had ever given him a clue that he was up for forced bi? I admitted not. He then said I seemed to be counseling others in my community to disregard their partner's preferences. I said that was not true, but then he showed me a few where it was unmistakably true, so I had to concede the point.

So at this point I was something like 0 for 4 on things I thought I had the winning hand. And I started getting a sinking feeling. A sinking feeling that I was not "in the right" on this one, and that I had wronged my husband and my community both. David is one of the few people who can always make me see things clearly.

"I'm sorry," I said, very generically. I figured I was maybe in for a spanking, but maybe not, as David had been so super clam and rational, and we had not really argued much at all and I had in the end agreed with everything anyways. But I thought, at the point, that a spanking would not be unjustified...

"Should I remove those blogs, you think?" I asked him, "or at least the offending comments?"

"No. I think you should keep those there and write a short little blog post to apologize to your readers and clarify our attitudes on alternative sexuality and consent."

"Yeah ok, that's fair, I'll get to that later today." At this point, given what he had just said, I figured maybe there wasn't going to be a spanking?

"No, I think you should write it right now. Well, maybe just after we take care of one thing first. Go get me the hairbrush from the dresser."

Oh shit! My butt tingled and my pussy purred a little. It is possible to be both turned on and scared at the same time. For punishment spankings, David almost always uses just his hand, which is bad enough, I can assure you. A hairbrushing was a definite step up in severity. No way it would be lighter than his hand, only heavier.

"Not the hairbrush... please!!!" I whined. We were not even debating whether or not I would be getting a spanking, we were debating if it was to be hand or hairbrush. It was a one-sided debate.

"No back-talk, young lady. I need to make an impression this time. It's the hairbrush. Go get it."

"oooooh... yes sir." I got up and padded back up to the bedroom to get the big hard wood paddle-shaped hairbrush.

I came back with it and handed it to him. I knew this was going to be intense. He had already turned the armless wooden dining chair away from the table. He had placed our old-fashioned egg timer next to him.

He reached out and pulled my PJ bottoms down to a pool around my ankles. My T-shirt was short, cut above my belly button and sort of dangling off my breasts. As a result, my pussy was very bare. I am always a little embarrassed that my labia minora sort of pokes out a little bit sloppily between my lips, not like a tight little porn star pussy.

As I stood there, David lectured me and quizzed me on exactly what I had done wrong, making sure I fully understood. The more he spoke, and the more I answered, the more I knew how justified he was in giving me this spanking.

I'm always in a particularly receptive mindset when I am bare-pussy standing there, being lectured, and about to go across the knee. For some reason it's still so embarrassing to stand there like that, even in front of my husband, outside of the context of sexual relations. Nobody cares when little girls, like 4-year-olds, run around with bare vaginas. So having to stand there, in front of a stern man, being lectured, about to be spanked, sets the context. I am not a grown woman for whom a bare vagina out like that at the dinner table is entirely improper. I am a bad little girl, and having my vagina bared like that is of no more import than if I was a 4-year-old toddler.

"You're getting five minutes now, and another five minutes after you write your apology."

"Nooooo! Too long!" I complained, stamping my foot a little. THAT was a mistake.

"What did I just say about backtalk? Fine, ten minutes now and ten minutes after your apology. Care to make it fifteen?"

"No Sir." Stupid, stupid, stupid, I had just doubled my spanking. David later told me he was undecided between 5 or 10 minutes, but at the last second figured it was two spankings so settled on 5 minutes each. But after my second backtalk, he instantly went back to 10. It was so unfair! I had just said one word and I was taking it back!

He set the timer for ten minutes and then put it on the floor in front of where my head would go. He pulled me over his knee and lined up the hairbrush.

Without missing a beat he began spanking my very bare bottom with his very hard hairbrush. They were not light warmup strokes either. They were full-throated from the beginning.

"ARGH!" I screamed as the brush from hell descended over and over and over again.

As he spanked, he quizzed me again on what I did wrong, making me answer as he continued my spanking. I could barely speak!

I looked at the timer and saw that just over only a minute had passed!!! He was being ridiculous! This was over-the-top! Speaking and spanking together make me cry super fast, and I was sobbing very early into my spanking. He continued making me formulate my thoughts aloud as he spanked, verbally correcting me here and there, and then making me say it again. I essentially formulated my apology post across his knee while my spanking was ongoing. He did pause every now and then to have me repeat a point, and then started up again to punish me for the point I had just made. He coached me through my entire apology note that way.

Finally the egg timer went off and my spanking came to an end. He helped me get shakily to my feet. Tears were streaming from my eyes down my face. My bum burned! Especially low sit spots and high upper thighs.

My laptop was already on the table from yesterday, so he just conducted me over to the chair in front of it and made me sit my bare bum down on the hard wood. I definitely winced as I sat so soon after my spanking.

"Go on," he said, standing there still holding the hairbrush in his hand. I was going to beg him not to give me the second spanking after my apology note, that I had learned my lesson, but I dared not backtalk again lest I make it worse, so I held the thought in.

"If you dawdle, or I'm not happy with what I see, I'll be increasing your spanking," he added.

Shit. I needed to concentrate. I cleared my mind and I brought up my blog. My cheeks were still wet with tears and my ass throbbed. My PJs were at my ankles and my bare bottom was on the hard wood of the chair. I began typing, and essentially got the post out on my first pass.

I asked him if I should mention my spanking. He told me not to, and to leave that to the imagination of my readers. David proofread it over my shoulder, found a couple of typos which I corrected, and said the sentiments were good and it was well-written. I breathed a sigh of relief and hit publish. I was sort of hoping that he would let me off my second spanking, or at least make it later in the week or something, but dared not ask.

"Time for part two," he said.

My heart dropped. I really, really did not want this spanking. Before my first spanking I was my usual somewhat excited to be getting punished, which evaporated about 5 seconds after the hairbrushing started. During the rest of my spanking, and the whole writing of the apology, my pussy was completely dried up.

"yes sir," I said meekly and went to join him at the spanking chair, shuffling over with my PJs at my ankles and my pussy bare. Maybe he would set the timer to 5 minutes after all.

David set the timer to 10 minutes, put it down on the floor in front of me, and pulled me over his lap again. Oh no no no no no. I could not believe this was going to happen to me, AGAIN. Not the full 10 minutes. No!

Again the brush started crashing down on my bum. Initially I was super sensitive and did not think I could take it. I got off one of his knees but he kept me draped over the other as he threatened the leg over my thighs clamped down position.

This spanking was a complete ten minutes of silence from him outside the whacking of the brush on my buns and my cries. After about 5 minutes were up I started begging him.

"Please! I'm sorry! No more! Please!"

He ignored me and kept spanking! It is a sometimes sentiment in the spanking community that the spanking does not truly start until the begging for it to stop does.

I just starting yelling "no, no, no, no" as the spanks descended. Of course, I have my red safeword and I knew it, but it could not be used in this situation. Yellow was not allowed, or it would have been used a lot before then if this were a "play scene".

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I learned my lesson. I promise!"

It's the only time he broke silence, after I had said something along the lines of the above.

He responded, "I'm making sure you're learning your lesson," and then just kept spanking and spanking and spanking.

"YES SIR!" I said.

I did not get even one second of reprieve, or even one smack that was light in any sense. When the egg timer went off, my spanking stopped. David had spoken and had backed it up. I was completely cried out and exhausted by the end, just lying draped across his knee and sobbing.

He once again helped me to my feet and helped me to hobble over to the corner where he put my nose in it. He said, "you may rub if you want."

I know some disciplinarians say "no rubbing" at all. David has told me he thinks it's cute when I try to rub the sting out of my bottom while in the corner. He sat where he could watch me as I cried it out, and tried to rub the sting out, during my corner time.

Rubbing definitely does soothe things a little, so I was grateful for it, despite the embarrassment of knowing David was watching and chuckling at my well-earned discomfort.

As I stood there, the excitement of what had just happened to me started coming back, and I could feel my pussy starting to tingle and moisten a little. I had misbehaved, for real, and my man had punished me, for real. I guess that's why I continue to subject myself to this sort of discipline. There's nothing else like it. I am proud to be a spanked wife, and proud that my husband did not fall for my pleas and tears, and did not let me off even one second of the punishment he believed I had coming to me. That's fucking hot as hell!

After what might have been only maybe ten minutes or so, David came to me, turned me to face him, and gave me a hug saying all was forgiven. I thanked him for correcting me. He knelt down, his face inches from my over-heating pussy, and pulled my PJs back up again. Little Miss Puss Puss felt a twinge of disappointment at that, at being all covered up again in a place where sex does not happen.

"Go make me my breakfast, bacon and eggs, woman!" He said it with a laugh as he turned me around and smacked my bottom.

"Yes Sir!" I said, eager to please after having been put so thoroughly in my place by this wonderful manly man.

I cooked and served, and then cleaned up after. I winced as I sat again at breakfast and David smiled. When I went swimming later on, I was careful to cover myself with a towel right down to the dock and right before lowering myself in.

"Want to go on a bike ride today?"

"No sir!" I said, rubbing my backside. A bike ride was the last thing I wanted to do that day!

As I was answering comments on my blog, I asked David if I could acknowledge I got spanked. He said that I may. I showed him some of the comments throughout the day. It seems almost everybody had the same reaction David did to my behavior, and were universally glad I was spanked for it. David did note those calling for me to have my bottom hole punished with his cock.

We had dinner at the cottage next door with my younger sister, her husband, and two of my nephews, plus a couple of guests they had invited. My spanking WAS NOT mentioned, thank you very much.

Afterwards the five males and me went back to where we were at, which had the big TV, to watch the UFC fights. There I was, little old me fight fan, amongst five burly guys. I spent the evening possessively snuggling up against David. I could still feel my spanking, and that was sexy to me in this hyper-male setting.

It was pretty late after the fights were over so there was no time for any serious snugglebunnies. And next morning he was again up before me, and then we left to go back to the city fairly early to miss the traffic. We didn't get away until just after 11 am, though, mainly because I was dragging my heels, and David was worried about the traffic, but I said it would be ok.

We drove home, and I was in charge of the traffic navigation. I had Google Maps open so I could see where the traffic was and steer us around it. It's a nerve wracking job, because I get blamed whenever there is even a tiny slowdown! David does not mind how long it takes, but likes to keep moving, even if it means back-roads (especially if it means back-roads, he loves back-roads). I'm more a highway gal, and prefer to stick it our through some of the heavier patches to get us home faster. Throughout he kids me that if we ever come to a complete stop (at which he says, "at this rate, we'll NEVER get there!" har de har har - like I've not heard that lame joke a million times from him), that he'll give me a spanking.

We did come to a complete stop, he did say his stupid joke, and I was told I was getting my spanking. It's not serious though, I was looking forward to a play spanking hoping it would lead to sex, as I had been horny ever since Saturday morning.

When we got home it was time for the FUCKING SOCCER GAME!!!!!!!! How about meeeeeeee! My pussy needed serious attention by now!

I went upstairs to blog, and whacked out a quick political post that had been on my mind a little. I lead it with this:

I'm very horny from having been punished yesterday,  and David is watching the soccer match that he somehow thinks is more important that seeing to the needs of his wife, so I will sublimate my horniness into a political post, because I so crave the inevitable resulting abuse I get in the comments.

I got that published around 4:45 pm. by which time the soccer match was almost over, mercifully. One of my commenters teased me about my predicament soon after I posted.

or something like that!

After the match we had some light dinner and then I asked him flat out if he would take me to bed. What a needy little hussy I am! this is another embarrassing part of my disciplinary spankings for me. Afterwards, I am desperate to be fucked properly, and to cum. And desperate in a very, very submissive way. It's like the punishment is not truly over until he has cemented it with a fucking. It is downright embarrassing to be walking around with such a needy and desperate little pussy after my spankings, and that comment above did not help!

He said he would and led me by my hand up to the bedroom. Happy girl! He went pee in one bathroom, and I went pee in the ensuite, and came out in just my T-shirt and a pair of panties. They were still my UFC panties. I had put them back on again in the morning (yes, I wear my UFC panties for each fight card - I'm a fan!).

First thing David did was to sit on the side of the bed, pull me over, lower my UFC panties, and pull me across so I was straddling his knee. Oh my!

He put his left arm all the way around my waist, and then tucked his hand, palm up, directly cupping my pussy. He then started giving me a light spanking all over my ass, and whipping his fingertips near and lightly on my pussy lips and anal entrance. Oh my!!!

I ground into his hand shamelessly, seeking the finger pressure on my clit which he made elusive for me so I really had to squirm and arch and display to get it.

As he lightly spanked me to distraction, he came up with new rules for the traffic navigation. Usually I am spanked if I pick the "wrong" way. If all ways are bad I get off. From now on, he said, he would assess how much stop and go there was, irrespective of route comparison, so as to "align our incentives" he told me. I did not mind his new rules if it meant I would get spankings like this: yummy good girl spankings!

After a bit he stood me up, stripped me bare, piled all four pilows in the middle of the bed, and made me drape myself over them. He made me spread my legs and told me to wait for him like that, and not to dare move a muscle.

Can you even imagine what holding a position like this does to a girl with such a needy pussy???

He went into the bathroom, and I could hear him starting to shave. I got very excited at that! He had not shaved all weekend, and his stubble makes it hard for me to get off during oral. Shaving meant I was going to be pussy-licked to a climax!!!! I squirmed there in anticipation, keeping my ass high and my knees spread for him. I was wondering if my asshole was going to get fucked.

He came back and moved around me. I heard him opening bedside drawers. I wondered what would be coming out. He knelt next to me, naked, and massaged baby oil into my ass, my thighs, my lower back, middle back, upper back, shoulders, neck, and, reaching underneath, my tits. He sometimes massages me as he licks me from behind, and that gives me the MOST AMAZING orgasms!!!! Lucky, lucky girl!

He settled in behind me and began licking my pussy as his long arms rubbed me all over. Ohhhhhh. He reached under and started massaging and mauling and pinching my tits and nipples. This does not turn me on during foreplay, but when I am heading towards orgasm, it drives me wild and he knows it. The pain of having my breasts and nipples roughly handled is an amazing adjunct when getting me to orgasm.

His hands left my tits, spent some more time on my back, and then headed towards my ass. He roughly rubbed me there, pulling my cheeks wide apart as he licked me deeper. The finger of one of his hands began pushing into my bottom hole. Just a little, then pulling out, then rubbing around the entrance, then pushing just the tip in again. He progressed to putting his entire finger in, and then started ass fucking me deeply with it as he continued licking my pussy.

He intended to make me cum with his finger sawing in and out of my asshole!!!! And cum I did! A fabulous massive crescendo of an orgasm. I screamed as I came, and rode the waves for a good 5, 10, 15 seconds.

He disentangled, lay beside me, and whispered to me, "you horny little ass slut. Look who came so hard from a finger fucking her ass." Blush! It was so true.

David then re-positioned himself behind me, placed the tip of his super hard penis at the entrance to my dripping vagina. And shoved it in to the hilt in one motion. He grabbed my hips and absolutely used me, as a woman should be used, until he came deep inside of me.

I collected myself, wiping the dribbly sperm out of my pussy to the extent I could (there's always some dribbles left over that come out later, into my panties). We kissed and each went our own way for a bit. I cuddled up to my iPad and responded to some comments. One of the first ones, soon after, from my god friend Tanky (visit his blog) was this.

I was literally writing that response still high from my crazy orgasm and with my pussy still leaking my husband's cum. Now that's how to respond to a comment from a friend!

Hope you enjoyed my playback. And sorry again about the offense I gave many of you. I definitely did learn my lesson!

What do you guys think? Was my punishment adequate? Let me know in the comments. And, as always, feel free to tease, I have it coming!