Husband Is Spanked For Saying No:
Kathy’s First Meeting (Part 2)
In part one Kathy introduced me to her weekly meetings. She announced that all meetings would be held in the bedroom with me naked, lying face-down on the bed.
The taste of precum was bitter in my mouth. It was as if Kathy could sense my expression. “You’ve been perfectly happy to let me eat it all these years. Don’t you dare complain about having to eat it yourself.”She had a point. The flavor did nothing to soften my hard cock. I’m sure Kathy noted that.
“Let me make sure you understand your rule. Any fluid that comes out of your penis, except for urine, goes back into your mouth. There may be times that urine finds its way in there too. Do you understand?”
“Good boy! You are learning! Now that we’ve covered fluid disposition, let’s discuss fluid production. You jerk off, don’t you?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer this. I do masturbate two or three times a week, usually when I see some particularly hot porn. My thought was interrupted by 10 more hard swats on each cheek. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes ma’am, I do.”
“When we got married, you promised not to have sex with anyone but me, didn’t you?”
“Who are you having sex with when you jerk off?”
“No one.” 10 more extra hard swats to each cheek. I screamed.
“Let’s take that again,” Kathy patiently said, “who are you having sex with when you jerk off?”
“Myself?” I answered tentatively.
“Aren’t you sure?”
That was followed with 10 more hard swats to each cheek. I screamed again.”Yes, ma’am, yes!” I yelled.
“I’m sure you see where this is going,” Kathy said. “I will not let you cheat on me. You may not jerk off by yourself. I may let you do it with me supervising. I may even let someone else do it for you. But you may never do it on your own.”
That was a bit worrisome. I wondered what she meant by her reference to someone else? I’ve learned that it’s painful to ask questions, so I just kept quiet. “Yes, ma’am,” I said softly.
Kathy went on, “I still expect that we will have sex in the usual way. After all, I do enjoy having you inside me. I also like sucking you. The only change is that when you are done, you will put your mouth where your penis was and clean up your mess. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kathy sometimes likes anal sex. I wonder she expects me to clean out my mess in there too. As if she was reading my mind, she said, “That goes for anal sex too.” She laughed, “I’ll bet you won’t be so anxious to do that anymore, will you?”
Uh oh, another trick question. I thought fast. “Yes, ma’am I will only want that if it’s something that pleases you.”
Kathy laughed. “You are learning! I read some stuff on the web about women who don’t let their husbands ejaculate very often. They claim it helps their men stay focused on important things. What would you say if I told you that I am going to make you wait from now on?”
‘Yes, ma’am,” I said out loud and thought to myself “because all get hit if I don’t say that.”
“Do you want to know what I think?” Kathy asked.
Kathy smiled. I could hear her mutter under her breath, “I’ll bet you do.” She resumed massaging that sensitive spot just below the head of my penis. I wriggled appreciatively. “Good boy!
“I think these meetings are going to be very productive. I’m not entirely happy using this hairbrush to spank you. I know you can feel it, but I don’t think it’s making enough of an impression. I know you’ve thought about being spanked in the past, what did you imagine you are being spanked with?”
“I imagined a bare hand, ma’am.”
“You expect me to hurt my hand on your hard rear end?”
“No ma’am.” I shuddered a little as I realized my mistake. 10 more hard swats to the same spot on each cheek followed immediately. I screamed out in pain again. I had absolutely no idea how I could have avoided those swats.
“That wasn’t very fair of me,” Kathy laughed. “I don’t care. It was fun.
“As I started to say before, I did some research on the web. It turns out there is a very wide selection of spanking paddles available on the Internet. Apparently, you aren’t the only husband who wants his bottom spanked.
“I will email you the links to a couple of sites that feature paddles I like. I expect you to order each of the paddles I have selected as soon as we finish our meeting tonight. Perhaps the hairbrush was good for grandma but clearly it’s not enough for you.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been playing with your little penis. I see that there is more liquid dripping out. You know what you have to do.”
I did. I turned my head to the side facing her and stuck out my tongue. Kathy cleaned off the tip of my penis and wiped the residue onto my tongue. She said “keep it out, there’s more.” I left my tongue sticking out of my mouth while she used her finger to get some more fluid off of the bedspread. She wiped that on my tongue too. I had produced considerably more fluid. The precum she took off the bedspread came with an extra bonus: lint and a few hairs. Yuck!
Kathy smiled and continued, “I think we’ve made a good start.” She continued rubbing that sensitive spot on my penis. “Let me summarize our discussion so far:
“First, any fluid other than urine coming from your penis goes into your mouth. There are occasional exceptions that we discussed.
“Second, you may not masturbate by yourself. Any sex you have, including jerking off will be either provided by or supervised by me.
“Third, you will only get to ejaculate when I decide you should.
“Fourth, you will order a selection of paddles tonight after our meeting. We will meet at least once a week. In case you wondered, these are not spanking meetings. They are informational and any spanking you receive during these meetings is to help you focus and better understand the content. Do you understand?”
“I think you did very well! I think you deserve a treat. Roll over on your back.”
I rolled onto my back. My penis stuck straight up into the air.
“You seem a bit excited,” Kathy said. “Would you like me to help take care of that?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kathy moved closer and began jerking me off. She started with a steady rhythm and kept it up.
“We do want to get this done, don’t we?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I panted.
” I know this will be new to you, but what we are doing now is what I like to think of as milking. I’m not doing it because I want you to have a wonderful orgasm. I’m doing it because you obviously need clearing out. I expect you to help me by ejaculating just as quickly as you can.”
Kathy kept up the same risk rhythm. I ached for her to tickle my balls. She made no move in that direction. All she did was move her hand up and down briskly with a slightly impatient look on her face. It didn’t take her long. I was already very aroused from our meeting. I would estimate it took her less than two minutes. She kept up the pace even after I started ejaculating. She only stopped when no more fluid came out.
Then, she used her hand to squeeze out the last few drops, using my penis the way she would’ve put a tube of toothpaste. Then she started scooping the semen onto her hand. When she had most of it, she brought it up to my mouth and told me to lick it off. I did like a hungry dog in front of a dish of ice cream. I didn’t want anymore swats. Her hand went back to my stomach and collected the rest of the semen. She told me to open my mouth and then she cleaned her hand on my tongue without asking me to stick it out. She dried her wet hand on my chest.
“Before we adjourn,” Kathy said, “I think there’s another little matter you need to take care of.” She brought her hand down to my crotch and pulled on my pubic hair. “This stuff is messy. I think you will be a lot more comfortable if you get rid of this hair.”
“Yes, ma’am. Which chair would you like me to remove?”
She considered my crotch. “I think it would be best if you remove all the hair below here.” She drew an imaginary line just above my bellybutton all the way around the front of my body. “And down to hear.” She tapped my knees. “I think it would look better if we get rid of the hair in back too. I’ll take care of that for you later this week.
“I understand, yes, ma’am.”
“Take care of the hair tonight after you order my paddles. I’ll do your rear tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.” With that, Kathy got up from the bed and left the room. I went to my home office, found the email with the list of links Kathy sent me and ordered four very mean looking paddles. I paid extra for two-day delivery. As soon as I finish that, I went to the bathroom, ran the shower, got myself nice and clean, and then using one of Kathy’s razors, removed all the hair from my knees to above my belly button. We nearly ran out of hot water by the time I finished.