Husband Gets His First Spoon Spanking
In case you wondered, I haven’t told Kathy about this blog. She doesn’t know I’m sharing our private adventures with you. It’s a good thing because it might give her some more ideas. She’s doing well enough on her own.
She ended our spanking and pegging game after only two rounds. I was very glad that she did. It was hard to even think straight after all those hard swats. After she put away her paddles, I asked her why she didn’t go on with the game. I knew I was taking my life into my hands when I did that.
“I wasn’t sure you could take anymore,” Kathy said. “You were yelling very loud and it was starting to give me a headache.”
“You could always wear earplugs,” I remarked sarcastically.
“Oh, really?” Kathy stood up and pointed to the bed. “Good idea. Get back on the bed, mister! We need to have another conversation.”
“I’m sorry Kathy,” I said in a plaintive voice. “I don’t need any more swats tonight.”
“You certainly do!” Kathy pointed at my erect penis. “Someone else believes you do.”
Slowly I moved back to the bed, my hard cock painfully pointing between my legs as I lay on my tummy. Kathy went back to her chest of drawers and took out her paddles.
“Where were we?” Kathy paused for a few seconds. “Oh, that’s right!” she said brightly. “You are learning about your new toys, weren’t you?”
My cock was bent painfully behind me. Toys? She calls them toys? “Yes, ma’am,” I said meekly.
“Good boy!” Kathy trailed her fingertip gently up and down the shaft of my very hard cock. “I can tell you want to play some more.”
“I’ve been thinking about it. It seems to me that the way we were playing before is rather slow and I think it bored you. I don’t want my boy to be bored.
“I’m also not sure that it matters whether or not you can identify which of your toys I am using to play with you. What matters is how well I can keep your attention. From what I can tell, each of your toys is capable of doing a good job entertaining you. Would you agree?”
(Softly) “yes, ma’am.”
“With that in mind it seems to me that I need plenty of practice with each of them to learn how to give you the best possible experience. Would you agree?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I thought to myself that our conversations have certainly lost a lot of their entertainment value.
“I’m glad you agree.” Kathy picked up a toy from the bed and showed it to me. “This is the wooden spoon-shaped paddle,” she said. Tonight’s batting practice will be with this toy.” She resumed rubbing her finger lightly up and down the shaft of my hard penis. “Your job will be to hold still. Each time you squirm, this will happen.” Kathy raised the spoon and gave a hard thwack to my tender inner thigh. It came dangerously close to my balls.
“Ow!” I screamed.
“Good boy!” Kathy said happily. “I don’t mind if you scream, but you will be punished if you try to get away. Are you ready to begin?”
Kathy picked up the spoon again. It was heavy in her hand. “Let’s warm you up a bit.” Kathy began with rapid, light taps across the bottom of my buns. It actually felt good. I could feel myself relax as a way of welcoming Kathy’s attention.
“You seem to like this,” Kathy smiled. “Let’s turn up the juice.” Kathy swung harder. She focused her blows on the tender flesh at the bottom of my butt between my crack and halfway to the edge. She didn’t slow her pace. 10 swats on the left then 10 more on the right. She kept repeating this pattern, each repetition a little bit harder than the one before it.
It was getting hard to stay still. I clenched my cheeks tightly and balled my fists. If Kathy noticed, she didn’t say anything. She just kept repeating that pattern over and over, harder and harder on those same sore spots. I found myself screaming into the bed. I really wanted to roll over and get away. I didn’t know if I could stand any more.
Kathy stopped. I sighed in relief. “Oh, I’m not done yet,” Kathy said. She then grabbed my sore left cheek and pulled it open wide. I felt the spoon striking me inside my crack on the right. “I want to make sure I get good, even coverage,” Kathy said in a calm voice.
If I thought the beating hurt before, it was nothing compared to this. It felt like the right side of my butt was on fire. Kathy kept up an even rhythm. I lost track of how many times she hit me. My screams were louder.
Finally she stopped. “I have to be fair to the other side, don’t I?”
In a quivering voice I answered, “Yes, ma’am.”
Kathy roughly pulled my right cheek back so that my crack was opened wide. Without any delay she applied her spoon to the tender inside of my left cheek. It took a few seconds before the pain reached my brain. Then it was like a blowtorch burning my skin. I screamed and kept screaming.
“You are a noisy one,” she said. You’re going to give me a headache. She said this without letting up. I could barely understand what she was saying. My penis had long since lost its erection. I just wanted to get away. I made a slight motion to roll away from her painful swats. I felt a lightning bolt hit my right thigh!
“What did I tell you?” Kathy yelled. “Hold still or you will get worse.”
I immediately resumed my position. Instead of rolling over, I tried to force myself deep into the bed hiding from the blows. I had no idea that my loving wife was capable of this.
She released my cheek and resumed hard swats on the bottom of my ass. My screams had turned to sobs. “Please stop,” I begged, “please ma’am! I’ll be a good boy!”
She didn’t stop. My sobs grew louder and I could feel tears forming in my eyes. “Please! Please!” I repeated.
Suddenly she stopped. It felt like my rear end was on fire. “I think you will feel that in the morning,” Kathy said calmly. “Now, get on your feet and stand facing me.”
I slowly stood up. I faced her. I was surprised to feel my penis getting hard. Kathy looked at it and smiled. “It seems that someone thinks you had a good time.”
I could feel tears dripping down my cheeks. “Yes ma’am,” I said in a soft voice.
“Would you like some more?”
“What?” Kathy asked sharply. “Turn around!”
I slowly turned my back to her. She took the spoon and gave me five very hard swats right where it hurts the most. “What did you say?”
“Um, I mean yes ma’am.” I hoped she wouldn’t take me at my word.
“I’m tired. I think that’s enough for now. I want you to go stand in the corner with your nose touching the wall.” Kathy reached over to the nightstand and picked something up. “Turn around!” She held up her hand she was holding a quarter. She got up from the bed and grabbed my hard penis. She used it to lead me to the corner.
“Lean a bit forward and hold the quarter against the wall with your nose. If I hear it drop, we will start your spanking all over again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kathy took the quarter held it against the wall and I leaned in pressing my nose against it.
“I’ll be back when I think it is time for you to move. Put your hands behind your head.”
I complied. I could hear Kathy moving back to the bed and the rustle of pages as she picked up her book. I could feel the quarter start to slip. I pressed harder I couldn’t let it fall. My cock was still at full attention almost touching the corner.
Somehow I managed to keep the quarter in place. Finally after what felt like hours, Kathy came over and told me I could turn around. “That was only 15 minutes,” she said. You and that corner are going to become very good friends.”
“I think you’ve had enough for tonight. I can tell you still feel horny. This isn’t your night for sex. Come to bed and get some rest.”
I obediently followed her to bed and got under the covers. Kathy turned off the lights. To my surprise I fell asleep almost immediately.