Belted (and more) for being a Slut

As you learned in my last post, Photos of my Red Bum, I pretty please asked my husband to take (and allow me to post) a few photos of my spanking for my blog community. David has traditionally been a bit reluctant, and while understanding the need to post a few teasers every now and then, also wanting to limit the extent of his wife's online sluttery. A bit counter-productively, I thought, he turned it into a "game" where he took some extra lewd photos of me and then told me that I either post all the photos or none of them. He then said that it was entirely my choice if I chose to post or not, but if I did, I would be given the belt as punishment (and more besides).

The belt as punishment...

...(and more besides).

First, going back to the original spanking, he did not take it easy on me there either. He suspected I would post, and I guess he wanted my readers to see the effects of one his more "realistic" hand spankings.

As you can see, my spanking was "no joke" and had me in tears before he ended it. But I was a happy girl that I could get a decent pic of the effects of the sort of hand spanking from my husband that I have come to both crave and dread. It was "punishment grade".

Just a couple of weeks ago I had been lamenting that I was missing a real punishment in I Need a Spanking. In that post I say how a sexy spanking, or even a roleplay spanking, does not do it for me. To truly satisfy my spanking kink, I need to every now and then do something legitimately bad, and then be scolded and spanked for it. And it doesn't work for me if I go out of my way to deliberately misbehave.

This last spanking I just asked him for, for no reason except I was missing out on a spanking, and a hot bottom always makes subby sex better for us.

I think it was 'kinda genius of him to convert my request to post pics into a legitimate spanking offense. I know you might think it's a made up excuse, and in some senses it surely is, but the important thing is that it ticks all my boxes of feeling real. He upped the ante in terms of the lewdness of the pics and then told me I had to post all or none, and left it up to me. A good girl would have acted soberly and maturely and given up on the project given that condition (and David would have been just as happy, happier in fact, had I done so - you might not believe me, but I know that with certainty - all of my blogging is a bit on "shaky ground" with him, as you can imagine).

But in the end I was decidedly not a good girl, and I chose to post the photos: all of them. I do feel a sense of shame, and a sense of guilt, posting them. This is overcome by my need to be exhibitionist and my need to experience the thrill of all my readers seeing me spanked and shamed. Like for a spanking, while I dislike the actual spanking part, I obsess about it before and re-live it feverishly after. Same for posting the pics. I am a bad girl who cannot control her sexual lusts, even to the point of involving others and possible self-destructiveness (I do try to be careful hiding my identity, but the risk is always there and I have had close calls).

It may come as no surprise to you that I've masturbated to the thought of you guys all seeing my last post.

Oddly enough, I was brought up to be open with my body. I don't think I've ever mentioned this before (?) but for a time my family was into the "naturist" thing. We spent a couple of vacays at a nudist retreat when I was a young teenager (13 and 14).

While they were tolerant of new kids keeping some clothes on for a while, it was actually against the rules, so I felt a lot of pressure (none of it terribly overt at all, just all around me) to go naked. And there was a boy, very handsome and quite a bit older than me, whom I had a massive crush on, who of course went around naked. Awkward! I never said a word to him, but I dreamt about kissing him!

As a result of all this, I sort of shamed myself into walking around naked, and just felt ridiculously self-conscious about my body. Very, very, painfully so. Especially because the boy didn't notice me at all. So, contrary to making me totally comfortable with my nudity, I think it had the opposite effect on me. Tip for parents: don't take young teenage girls who are self-conscious about their bodies to naturist camps! (or maybe you should - I don't know!!!!).

At any rate, despite this (or because of this), I find it a very shameful act to disrobe in front of strangers, and posting nude pictures is an extension of that, and yet I do it anyway - and I fantasize about having my body exposed, especially in a punishment / spanking context - I am one messed up chick!!!

My nightmare!

A picture like the above brings back intense memories of walking around as a young teen with my pussy totally exposed to all the men and boys around me, and how uncomfortable it made me feel. I get a bit of the same feeling even when alone with David and he bares me for punishment (which is really mental, I know), and it's of course extremely intense if there are witnesses to my spanking, and posting pics of my spankings on this blog has the same sort of effect on me.

So I know I shouldn't do it, but I do it anyways because I'm a total slut, and I involve all of you in my sluttery, whether you want it or not (oh, of course I know you do enjoy it, and I enjoy the flattery, but I can't get it out of my head that it's nonetheless shameful and you all are somehow unwilling, but ultimately amused, spectators).

And worse, I'm supposed to share myself that way with my husband, and my husband only. And worse, worse, I know that he does not entirely approve, yet I do it anyways.

So I get all this weird emotional soup of shame and guilt, and pleasure, and excitement, and all with the certain knowledge that I'm definitely being a bad girl and an unfaithful wife in a very real sense, and I do it anyways, seemingly unable to exert the slightest bit of control over it. So when it comes time to accept the consequences of my actions from my husband, it feels like very real and very justified consequences for very bad behaviour on my part. I know you can slice it many ways, but that is how I slice it, and those are my feelings.

But you guys should not feel bad about aiding and abetting as you do. It's a journey I'm on, as a messed up chick, and all of this is part of me working that out, which is also why my husband allows it, so thank you all for being a witness to it (David, you especially - smooch!). Any additional scolding of me for my bad behaviour is always welcome in the comments. Be warned, it's liable to trigger a masturbation session, though.

So, my husband already knew about me posting before I told him (I didn't intend to tell him unless he asked). In the morning he said, "I see you made your decision".

"yes sir. sorry sir."

"everybody seemed to enjoy what they saw?"

"yes sir"

"I'm a little disappointed in the quality of the shot where I was spreading your ass cheeks open. It's a little hard to make out."

"sorry sir"

"When I said to publish them all, the intent was for everybody to clearly see."

"sorry sir"

"I guess you're going to blog about your punishment?"

"yes sir"

"Well you can correct it then. Post that same shot, but really zoomed in, in high resolution, and see if you can't enhance it, ok?"

"oooooh... yes sir..."

"If I'm not satisfied, you'll get another spanking."

"yes sir"

(Honest, I had no intent to hide anything. I wanted the broader shot, and I generally reduce the resolution to improve loading times, but since Sir requires it... blush! here it is...

(The resolution is still 50%, but at 100% it's overly grainy, but it's a super clear view now so please don't spank me again, sweetheart!!!!)

"Go up to the bedroom, undress completely, and put your nose in the corner, hands on your head."

I went upstairs and did as I was told. I wanted to have a shower, but he just sort of sprung it on me, and I was not about to disobey now. I waited there for a bit of time, but no more than 5 minutes or so?

He came into the bedroom.

"Face me."

I turned in place and faced him. I was totally bare naked with my hands still on my head. David arranged four pillows in a pile near the center-left of the bed. The stack always looks so high, but it crushes down, and any fewer pillows and your butt is not stuck up in the air like he wants it.

With the pillows in place, he looked me straight in the eye and he slowly unbuckled his belt and removed it from the belt loops around his waist. My pussy started tingling.

He removed it fully, doubled it up, and gave it a fearsome SNAP.

"Go get your butt over the pillows, you little whore."

Again, please excuse his use of the words 'whore' and 'slut'. They are words that turn me on and he uses them accordingly.

I scurried onto the bed and draped myself across the pillows. I felt very exposed.

"Keep those legs apart. Sluts don't get to keep their legs closed."

I spread my legs. He's absolutely right. Sluts don't get to keep their legs closed at a time like this. Spreading your legs open during a belting makes sure that your inner cheeks are spread more, which makes sure the belt can get in there more. It also exposes more the insides of your thighs if he wants to use the belt on me there. Worse, though, it makes me scared that I might be wriggling frantically and he might miss on a belt stoke and inadvertently strike my pussy full force. He has never has, but it's a worry.

I feel him laying the belt down across my backside. I'll recreate the dialog as best as I can remember...

"Why are you being punished?"

"Because I was unfaithful to you Sir, and posed pics of my private parts only you should see."

"Why did you post them?"

"Because I'm a giant slut, Sir?"

"No. Try again."

"Because I get a sexual thrill from doing it, and I like the attention, and I want to please everybody?"

"That's right. You're an attention grabbing little whore, waving your red ass and your private parts out there where all your blog people can see, for nothing but clicks. Is that what a good girl does?"

"No Sir"

"Who does something like that?"

"A bad girl, Sir."

"That's right. A bad girl. A very bad girl. And what happens to bad girls when they misbehave in this house?"

"They get a spanking, Sir."

"that's right. A good hard spanking. You wanted attention? You're going to get a little more attention than you counted on, from me."

It was a good scolding, don't you think? He brought me into the mind-space I needed to be in: that of a bad girl about to be spanked. I don't know if you guys can see it like i do. While in one sense it's a roleplay, because he is playing his role, it did not feel like a roleplay to me. I genuinely feel guilty for doing what I do, and so I felt a punishment was genuinely needed and deserved.

"I'm going to give you 50 strokes of the belt, then I'll punish your bottom hole with my cock afterwards."

"yes sir..."

SNAP!

Youch! The first stroke was flush across my cheeks and hard.

That's how I felt!

There's nothing like the sound of a supple, double-up leather belt striking bare girl-flesh.

I won't bore you with the physical details of my belt spanking, but it was pretty intense. He confined all the strikes to my low ass mostly, and aimed the end of the belt well so that there was minimal "wrap-around". He aimed the end of the doubled-belt to land on near and far cheeks, and did wrap around a little into my bum cleft, and some strokes wrapped a little onto my left inner thigh.

I counted the fifty out myself in my head. He stopped after I had counted 49, but it was probably me getting it wrong, not him.

I kept punishing myself as his belt punished me. Telling myself what a dirty slut I am and how I deserve everything I get. Just thinking how justified my husband was in belt whipping me like this.

By the time it was over I was crying into the bedsheets a little bit. I faced him and said how sorry I was for being such a little slut and how he deserves better from his wife. He stroked my hair and told me there were considerable upsides in having such a slutty little wife. He asked me if I was ready for what came next?

"yes sir," I said, expecting him to do it straight away.

"Let's get you all cleaned out first."

Whaaa...? He had me stand and pick up a couple of the pillows and go into the ensuite bathroom. He had me put the pillows on the ground and then draped a big bath towel over them.

"Lie down."

Oh no... an enema. He got the enema bag and hose from the cupboard and rinsed them.

Then he filled the bag right up with a warm soap-suds enema. He hung the bag using a bent wire hangar from the shower stall. He took the end, lubed it and lubed my bottom hole (you remember what that looks like, I trust), and inserted it deeply. He then let the warm soapy water flow into me.

When I cramped a bit he shut off the flow and massaged my tummy and abdomen (and pussy a bit), and then when the cramp subsided he carried on. This happened several times until the entire bag (almost 2 quarts) was inside of me.

David pulled the plug from my ass and quickly replaced it with my medium sized butt plug. Water was spewing out a bit before the plug went in. He made me stand facing the toilet seat. I was holding the plug in for dear life with my right hand and doing a little enema dance while begging him to be allowed to use the toilet!

"Let it work itself in a bit," he told me.

He had me wait there two minutes until he released me to "go". He stayed in the room as I thrust my ass on the toilet, pulled the plug out, and let go a loud crashing stream of very smelly and soapy water. David flushed a couple of times during this. I sat there a bit as the remnants dribbled out. I was never sure if more was coming or not. Kinda' embarrassing...

He rinsed the enema bag and refilled it with clear water. He repeated the process, once with a full bag, and then twice more with half-bags.  By the second half-bag, I was pooping out nothing but totally clear water into the bowl.

I think all of that was what the kids call a punishment enema, because it was not at all pleasant! But sexy as hell as a punishment.

"Back to the bed. Let's get you fucked in your behind, young lady."

I padded over to the bed with my pillows and lay back down across them, ass up.

"You're loose," he commented as he lubricated my rear passage with his fingers. After what my poor bum bum hole had just been through, well I guess so.

He undressed, got behind me and told me to pull my ass cheeks apart for him. I did so, obediently.

Next I could feel his cock pushing against my anal entrance as he started to work the tip in.

Then he slid it all the way in. He wasn't rough, but that's always the most painful part.

Once he was in, he began my fucking. When he got going it was more or less like this:

"What would your blog friends say if they could see you now?" he asked.

What indeed. It's all so humiliating.

I went on the internet to find the above images of women being ass-fucked. I picked them with a certain... I don't know... recollection of events I guess. I can feel my bumhole tingle as I write this a few days on.

Anal sex is a very, very submissive thing for me. I put it very much in the same category as a spanking. Believe it or not, the sexiest image I found was not of some stud doing it to me, but this one:

It's a younger me and an older gentleman, giving me an ass fucking as some sort of punishment / dominance exercise. I have this recurring fantasy of spending a summer in a town on the Mediterranean learning French from an older gentleman who's agreed to tutor me. In exchange, he has full rights for the summer. When I do well on my lessons, it's the pussy. When I do poorly, it's the ass. At no point is my sexual pleasure considered. Any volunteers for French tutors?

A bum fuck is not sexually pleasurable for me. I get sexual pleasure from clitoral stimulation, from a bit of direct finger pressure to the G-spot inside my vagina, from the areas just at the entrance to my vagina, from the entrance to my bumhole, and my nipples and breasts. But clitoris is, like 10-to-1 and the others are adjunct. I get no direct sexual pleasure from him fucking my rectum like that, although I do get a guilty submissive pleasure from the act when I'm in the mood (and 50 hard licks from a belt puts me in the mood, I'm a little ashamed to say).

The good thing about a real man and a real cock is that it is warm, it is pliable, and it doesn't last that long. He thrust into me hard, sending his sperm deep up into my ass.

He pulled out, slapped me on the ass, and said, "try not to be so naughty."

I'll try... I'll try...

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