Spanked for not Spreading my Legs!

Yes, dammit! I got a spanking because I was not immediately in the mood to spread my legs to accept my husband's penis on demand. Then I made the mistake of saying a bad word and got punished for that, then he spanked me and then I no longer had the choice to spread my legs (as if I ever did!)

It was a long day with work. In the afternoon David asked me what we should do for dinner. I knew I was going to be too busy to whip anything up, so I suggested, "go out for dinner?" He agreed.

He found us a nice new restaurant for us, kind of Asian-fusion-style Tapas, and made a resi for 7. He came to get me at my desk at 6:15 (I was just finishing up a few last emails), and we headed out. Had a great dinner. It was all totally normie, no sex conversations at all.

Afterwards we got home and watched a show. I was falling asleep in front of the TV so we went to bed a bit early at around 10pm (the late nights had been catching up to me). Got all ready and got undressed and went to bed. He got into bed right after me and started snuggling. He kissed my lips and reached for my pussy. I pushed away and said, "I'm tired. Tomorrow, I promise."

99% of the time we are a totally normal couple. There is not this constant Sword of Damocles hanging over me or anything regarding my spanked wife status. Honestly, I was just not in the mood right then because I was tired, and just said so.

"Oh come on, all you have to is spread your legs and lie there..."

I could tell he was saying in a joking fashion that I did not have that much to do. If any of you guys think that, it's a total misconception. A woman's mind, body, and soul is 100% occupied during penetrative sex with her loving partner. It was incorrect and condescending to say I had no effort to put in while receiving him. My temper flared a little.

"Oh, fuck off," I told him.

As soon as it came out of my mouth, though, and I saw his darkening eyes, I knew it was over the line. And all of a sudden I remembered that I was a spanked wife. The normal rules don't apply to me. I was not allowed to say something like that. Not without being consequenced. My tummy got a little tight.

"Fuck off?" he asked me, incredulously, leaning up on one elbow and looking at me. There was no "joke" in his eyes.

I was instantly awake and feeling sheepish, acutely aware that things a normal wife could say or do did not apply to a spanked wife. I think my mouth just wrote a cheque my butt was going to have to cash. I got a little nervous, a little scared, and... (blush) a little aroused.

He got up out of bed with a sigh, and came around to my side. He was dressed in his boxers. He took the covers off me, took my arm in his hand and pulled me out of bed and guided me to the ensuite bathroom. I was completely naked. He put me in front of the sink on my knees, turned on the tap to lukewarm, and got a fresh bar of ivory soap out of the top cupboard. Oh no! A mouth soaping.

He picked up a washcloth and took his good time thoroughly soaping it up until it was completely covered with thick suds.

Mouth soaping is the "traditional" punishment for a girl with a dirty mouth, and boy did I ever deserve it. I knelt there nervously and submissively, squirming as he lathered up the washcloth more and more.

"Open," he told me.

I opened my mouth and he started scrubbing inside with the sudsy washcloth. He went all around my inner cheeks, the roof of my mouth, on and under my tongue, my teeth and gums. He went around and around, re-soaping the washcloth and going in again.

Oh Gawd it was nasty. I could see myself in the mirror. Thick white suds we're coming out of my mouth and dribbling down my chin and onto my bare breasts. My mouth was completely filled with suds, I almost gagged a couple of times.

"What happens to bad girls who use naughty words?" he asked me.

"Whey ge dey mouf waffed out wee soap." I said as best I could with my mouth filled up with suds.

He soaped the cloth again and then took it for another tour around my mouth, scrubbing thoroughly. It was going on and on. One little mistake. One little swear word that slipped out. And as a result here I was with a mouthful of nasty suds.

He finally stopped, held my chin making me look up at him, looked at me, and said, "You will NEVER use language like that towards me again. Do you understand?"

"Yef fir!" I said nodding my head up and down in his hand. I won't. I legitimately won't.

"Rinse, and then I'll give you your spanking."

I knew a spanking was inevitable, but to be told out loud like that brought it home. I was a minute away from going across his lap and having my bare butt ROASTED for what I knew would be 5-10 minutes of tearful, fiery hell.

I rinsed the nasty soap out of my mouth as best I could. But I learned that the nasty taste stays with you no matter how much you rinse. And honestly, I was nervous to go in for my spanking.

He lost patience with me, and with my mouth still tasting of soap he called me over to him.

I hurried over. He was seated on the side of the bed and pulled me across his lap. He started in spanking me with his hand. There was no "warmup", it was straight into "punishment grade" smacks to my rear. That first minute or so was soooo hard to take! I was kicking and squirming and crying out "I'm sorry!" Over and over again. He got my bum and thighs every bit as red as on our earlier spanking, but without any warmup, straight into it, and unrelentingly, it was much more a punishment.

I had told my husband to "fuck off". My mouth had been washed out with soap and now I was being given a thorough punishment spanking. I knew I deserved it all. A wife DOES NOT talk to her husband like that. Not a spanked wife anyways.

"Are you EVER going to say ANYTHING like that to me again?" he asked as he spanked. I could barely get the words out, but promised him, over and over, that I would not and that I was sorry!

I was not thinking it at the moment, but as I've written before there is something incredibly cathartic about being spanked for being a legitimately bad girl. A lot of pain in my rump, a lot of involuntary leg fluttering, a genuine feeling of contrition, and then my tears just flow and flow. It's a total regression to an innocent childhood state: being punished this way by a loving Daddy who cares enough about me to spank. And, all mixed up in this, not in the moment but all around it, it's just breathtakingly sexy to be dealt with so strictly like this, for the smallest thing, by your man.

He took me off his lap. I was crying and rubbing my rear end on my knees beside him.

"Would you like to spread your legs for me now, wife?"

"Yes Sir!" I said. I certainly did not want more spanking just then!

He stood and I got on the bed on my back with my tears still rolling down my cheeks. I spread my legs wide. He slipped his boxers off. He was very hard. He got saliva on his fingers and slapped them down onto my pussy.

"You're wet," he told me as his fingers penetrated me. "Reach down. Hold your cunt lips open as I fuck you."

He likes to feel my wet pinkness against him as he fucks me. I grabbed a pussy lip in between my thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled apart.

"Wider, get that clit showing."

I kind of hooked my labia with my middle fingers and used my two index fingers to pull back my hood and expose my engorged clitoris. I pulled hard which totally spread my inner lips open as well. I wanted to do a good job for him and pulled like mad, until I was in pain.

He knelt between my legs, put his cocktip at the entrance to my vagina, and penetrated me deeply. It was all so fast, and I was still crying from my spanking.

"Keep them spread," he ordered me. I pulled my pussy open wider, painfully wide as he fucked me. I got a bunch of thrusts into me like this and then he changed it up.

"Hands above your head," he ordered me.

I released my pussy and put my hands above my head and he grabbed both my hands in one of his. He put his other hand on my tit and mashed it roughly as he continued my wife-fucking.

I struggled weakly agains his grasp, writhing my hips against his pelvis, and softly saying "no...".

"Take it," he ordered me.

He mauled my tit and twisted my nipples until my eyes watered. He switched hands and punished my other tit the same way. All the while my hands were pinned above my head and his hips were driving his cock painfully deep into me.

This pic captures the feeling, but there are no pics of girls having
their two hands pinned above their heads by their men with
a tit mauling during their fuckings - well have to make one 😊

"No, no, no," I said as I struggled.

Now, I know that "no" means "no", except when you have a longstanding agreement that "red" means "no", and "no" is just me expressing myself. Saying "no" allows me to go deeper into my mind-fuck.

"We fuck when I say we fuck," he said.

"Yes Sir!"

"When... I... Say..." and he shuddered, ejaculating deeply into me. "Go dry your eyes and clean yourself up. No orgasm for you tonight."

Oh no. I didn't expect it after misbehaving as I did. But I was fucked horny. I would have to go to sleep in that state. I knew that I would be masturbating next day as I wrote this up [editors note: already done].

"Yes Sir. May I rinse my mouth more and brush my teeth again?" I thought it best to ask permission.

He considered that for a moment. "You may."

I went to the bathroom, peed, and used toilet paper to clean myself out. I took a tissue, dried my eyes and blew my nose. I stood at the sink, rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth. I went back to bed and snuggled into David's arms. I was still shaking a bit and riding an endorphin high from the way I was spanked and roughly handled. Despite it all, I respected that he would not put up with any shit from me. I asked to be treated like this, and he delivers.

"I'm sorry for swearing at you. I deserved to get my mouth washed out. And I'm sorry for not spreading my legs the first time you told me to. I deserved that spanking, and the... the rough fucking."

"Are you still ok with our arrangement?"

"Yes Sir. Thank you for holding me to your standards and for being so strict with me."

"Your pussy was very wet after your spanking."

"Yes Sir. It... excites me... when you take me in hand like that."

"Good. It excites me too. How was the mouth soaping?"

"Horrid," I said with a pout.

"What will happen to you if you use language like that again towards me?"

"Another mouth soaping?"

"And?"

"And a spanking Sir."

"And, for a second offence, before going across my knee you'll bend over for twelve hard strokes of the big paddle while you hold the bar of soap in your mouth."

"Ohhhh... yes sir." I DO NOT want that. Not that I meant to this time, but that made up my mind then and there that there was no way would I even consider using swear words as a incitement.

"And what will happen if you don't spread your legs for me when I tell you to?"

"A spanking."

"And?"

"And I'll have to spread my legs for you anyways, it'll be really rough, and I won't get to have an orgasm."

"How's your pussy?"

"Sore and chafed, Sir."

"And your breasts?"

"A bit bruised, Sir."

"Next time I tell you we're having sex, or if you initiate, I want you to beg me for it up your bum."

"Ohhhhh..."

"It's part of your punishment. If you forget, or don't ask or take it eagerly enough, I'll wear your behind out with the strap. No joke. I want you to obey, not angle for a spanking."

Oh no. If I want sex, even a pussy licking, I'll have to get ass-fucked first! Even if he asks, "would you like your pussy licked?" I'll have to say, "Yes, Sir, but I really want it up my ass first...", and then I'll have to take THAT before having my lady parts properly licked. Oh dear. It's already a few days later and we have not had sex yet. And I'm getting very horny for his tongue. So I think he's waiting for me to go to him and ask, "please Sir, would you fuck me in the ass?" But I don't want that! Wahhhh! 😭 😭😭

What do you guys think? Was he too strict with me? What are your thoughts on fucking a crying wife? I wasn't so sure about that... but I'm not faulting him for it. I can change things up a bit and he'll adjust. I don't know... don't want to top from the bottom...