A "Fuck you, bitch!" Mouthsoaping

Can you imagine anything more hurtful to you, as a woman, to have your husband or boyfriend hurl such an insult at you? "Fuck you, bitch!" Really?

I'm pleased to say it's never happened to me, but I used something similar as the premise for a short story in my Vol.1 book.

What would I do, in practice, if my husband EVER said something like that to me? I guess we would first cool down and resolve whatever it was that got so out of control. And no doubt I would bear some responsibility for that. But after all said and done, it would be punishment time. I would accept my spanking for whatever part I played in hurting him so deeply that he uttered those words at me.

But after that, it would be time for his reckoning. By this time, I am sure he would be very sheepish and very apologetic for saying those hurtful words to his most beloved wife. He would now have to accept whatever punishment I deemed appropriate.

I would not keep the matter private. I don't think I would involve the older generation. But I would invite my two sisters and my sister-in-law. My older sister is kinky, but the other two are not.

First on deck would be him called out onto the carpet. We ladies would be sitting around him, he would be standing, admitting what he did and the initial round of apologies. I'd also get him to say that he freely accepts whatever punishment we decide to give him. Good. I'm sure there would be several "vanilla" punishments on offer, like chores, or flowers for a month, or such not.

"I think, for starters, you should have your mouth washed out with soap," I would say. It would be hard to argue with that. Sue would instantly agree. The others would fall into line with a giggle.

"Yes, sweetheart," he would say.

"A nice, long, thorough, soapy, sudsy, mouth washing," Sue would opine.

"Yes, Sue," he would agree with a big blush. Nancy and Vanessa would titter like schoolgirls.

"How do we do this?" I would ask. We'd have some brainstorming, I'm sure. We'd agree he should kneel in front of the kitchen sink. First, I'd get a bar of Ivory soap and a washcloth.

I'd run the water lukewarm and start rubbing the soap into the washcloth to get both super wet and sudsy. David would be kneeling there the entire time as I soaped up that washcloth. I'd really take my time. Really drag it out. It will just get sudsier and sudsier. I want it to be awkward for everybody. By the time I stopped, it would look like this:

I'd have him open his mouth and I'd start with the washcloth. Inside and all around. Scrubbing cheeks, soft palate, teeth. A little gagging is okay. "Use that language with me, will you?" I'd stick the washcloth in his mouth and have him bite down on it and suck.

"Not liking that very much? No. You're not meant to."

Then I'd pick up the bar of soap and lather it up again in my hands.

Sue might pause me. "Wait, that soap is going to get all over his shirt. Take your shirt off, david."

He'd do it. Now he'd be bare chested in front of all of us.

"May as well take the pants off too," Sue would suggest.

"Do it!" I would command after he looks at me with puppy eyes.

He'd take his pants off leaving him in only his skimpy, threadbare, tighty-whitey underpants. Nancy and Vanessa would have another good giggle at that.

NOW I'd really start in with the bar itself. I'd smear the suds on his face as my hand moved around, mouth-fucking him with the bar of soap, scolding him. The suds would begin dripping out of his mouth onto his bare chest. It's either that or swallow them.

I'd leave the bar of soap in his mouth telling him to bite down on it. There we go, a job well done. One very thoroughly mouth-soaped naughty boy.

"Are you EVER going to speak like that to me again?" 

"Mmmmm... mmmmmm!" he'd say, nodding a firm "no".

"Doesn't seem quite enough," Sue would say.

"No?"

"I think we should spank him," she would suggest.

At this point are Nancy and Vanessa going to object? No, of course not. We're just getting into it now.

"Sure. Why not? He deserves it," I would say.

Sue would take him by his ear and lead him out to the living room, stumbling up from his knees, crouched over, as Sue ear-drags him in his little underpants, the bar of soap still in his mouth.

I'd set up a chair for Sue and she'd sit, dragging David over her knee.

She wouldn't give it a second thought, or ask for permission from Nancy or Vanessa or me, she'd just pull his underpants right down, as if that's not what implied in the word spanking itself.

"Oh my!" I'd say, acting all surprised. How David would blush, being bared for a spanking in front of our vanilla relatives!

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP would go Sue's palm against his bare backside as he "complained" into his bar of soap, "mmmm, mmmm, Mmmm!"

"Get me the wooden spoon, Julie," Sue would suggest.

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"Who else wants a go?" Sue would ask, breathless.

"Oh, I do!" I'd say. "Then Vanessa, then Nancy, okay? We should show him we're in this together."

What girl, even vanilla, could resist. We'd all three take our turns spanking my soap-gagged hubby. Just retribution!

Each time he'd change laps he would have to stand with his undies down around his knees showing us all his cock and balls. We don't care. We want that ass! It's not sexual when a woman is punishing a naughty boy. It's the furthest thing from that. Like a toddler boy naked on the beach. Isn't he cute!

After the last of us I'd allow him to finally remove the bar of soap and rinse at the kitchen sink. Naturally he'd try to restore his underpants. Nope! A hand slap. "Those stay down, young man!" amidst more titters and giggles.

Now back on the carpet, very bare. "Hands on your head, mister!"

He'd have to repeat his apologies, by now thoroughly humbled.

But, you know, girls in a pack can be very, very cruel.

"What did he say, 'fuck you, bitch', right?" Sue would remind us, reigniting our basest instincts.

"Do you remember that joke gift I got you for your wedding shower?"

Nancy and Vanessa were there. They go wide-eyed. Sue is a lesbian. She bought me a strap-on dildo as a gift, telling me I may need it to make sure to remind him who wears the pants in the family. We all laughed it off at the time. Crazy lezzie Sue.

"He said, 'fuck you, bitch'?" she goes on. "Why don't you fuck him, like a bitch, while we all watch?"

Before Nancy and Vanessa can object, I'd say, "Yes! That would teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

How uncomfortable would that make them? Ha ha! But they won't object. They'll just sit there in their discomfort and watch. Sue would strap me in, I'd have him start by giving me head, then I'd bend him over for his comeuppance.

"Fuck me, bitch? No, FUCK YOU, BITCH!"