Monday Night Spanked And Jerked
Kathy spent the weekend refusing to tell me a thing about what she and Mary had planned for Saturday. All she would say was that we would have a “nice” visit. I was intensely curious about the woman that Kathy sent my jerk off video to. Apparently she enjoyed it. At the least it’s going to feel very odd sitting across the dinner table from someone who watched me play with myself.
When I got home from work on Monday, there was a note from Kathy that simply said:
Take a shower and wash very carefully. Don’t get dressed. Be bare when I get home.
I knew I had to hurry. Kathy gets home less than an hour after me. I rushed upstairs, took off all my clothes, and hopped into the shower. I washed everything twice. I also used Kathy’s razor to remove any stubble around my cock and balls. Just as I finished drying off, I could hear Kathy coming in the front door.
“Will, where are you?”
“Up here!” I shouted.
“I told you to be ready when I got home. Being upstairs isn’t being ready. Get the spankings spoon from my dresser and come downstairs now!”
I went into the bedroom and fetched the heavy spanking spoon. I could feel my cock getting hard as I walked out of the bedroom. I slowly came downstairs and found Kathy at the bottom of the steps standing legs apart, with a stern expression on her face. She was dressed in her work clothes: gray pantsuit, white silk shirt, stockings, and black four-inch high heels. I got harder seeing her.
“Will, I expected you to be waiting by the front door to greet me. Instead, you were lollygagging upstairs, probably playing with yourself.” She stared pointedly at my erection. It was sticking straight out from my body pulsating with every beat of my heart. There was a glistening drop of precum on the tip.
“I see you are excited about getting spanked. It’s good to know that you understand when you are being a bad boy.” Kathy walked to our dining table removed one of the chairs and carried it into the center of the living room. She sat down and motioned me to come over. “Hand me your paddle.”
I slowly walked to her and stood in front of her. I held the paddle out for her to take. She patted her leg twice. “That means get over my lap.” I scampered over and lay across her lap. My feet didn’t touch the floor and most of my weight was on my extended arms.
“Good boy. This is our other discussion position. When we are not on the bed, you will be over my lap with your bare bottom available. I’m unhappy that you weren’t standing at the door to greet me. From now on, when you get home from work, you will shower and wash completely. I don’t want any nasty smells from your buns. Then you will come downstairs and stand by the door waiting for me to come home. Do you understand?”
“Good. Of course, today you weren’t where you should be. You need a reminder to help you remember.”
I didn’t think that was very fair. Her note didn’t say I was supposed to stand by the door. But, I knew the rules. Kathy didn’t expect me to say anything but “Yes, ma’am”. I was beginning to realize that fairness wasn’t necessarily part of our arrangement.
As though she read my mind, Kathy said, “I bet you think I’m being unfair. I didn’t tell you to stand by the door like a good puppy.” She sighed, “It’s tough being you.”
Without another word she raised the paddle and smacked me hard on that tender spot just above the crease at the bottom of my ass. I screamed. Kathy ignored it. She continued hitting me, each blow landing about once every second. She alternated between the left side and right side just above that crease.
I started to kick my feet. I couldn’t help it.
“Stop that!” Kathy hit me hard on my upper thigh. I screamed even louder.
My erection had long since disappeared. Kathy speeded up her pace. She systematically covered every inch of my bottom from the crease right up to the centerline. She even spread my cheeks and hit me extra hard inside. I was on fire.
Kathy noticed that the screams had turned into sobs. Will’s feet stopped moving. He was perfectly still as the blows continued. He cried loudly.
Kathy stopped. My ass was burning and I’m sure there were bruises. Kathy noticed that there were white spots highlighted by the deep red color of my ass. Tears were running down my cheeks.
“Stand up!” Kathy said sharply.
I scrambled awkwardly to my feet. I reached back to rub my sore behind.
“Stop that!” Kathy yelled. “You will not touch your ass after a spanking. Now, go stand in the corner!” Kathy pointed to a corner by the window. “If you so much as move an inch, I will repeat the entire spanking.”
I rushed to the corner tears running down my face. I got as close to the wall as I could.
“Put your hands behind your head,” Kathy commanded.
I immediately complied. I could feel the tears drying on my face. I must look a site!
“I’m going upstairs to change out of my work clothes,” Kathy said. “I’ll get into my comfortable clothes and come down and keep you company. Don’t you dare move!”
I could hear Kathy walking up the stairs. Then there was silence. To my embarrassment, my erection had returned. Here I was standing in the corner with my ass on fire and my cock at full attention.
I had no idea how long I stood there. My erection had faded by the time Kathy told me I could leave the corner. She was sitting on the couch and I walked over and stood facing her.
“How did you like your spanking?” She asked.
“It hurt a lot,” I replied.
“Good! It’s supposed to hurt a lot. I think that it may hurt more in the future when I get better at spanking you. What do you think?”
“Yes,” Kathy said as though speaking to herself, “I will get much better at it. I want you to be proud of me.”
“You haven’t had sexual release since last Friday. I’ll bet you’re pretty horny.”
“You are going to learn to treasure the times I let you come. As you might’ve guessed, being a good boy is one way to convince me you deserve a chance to have an orgasm. But I don’t expect you to have too many. It’s not good for a boy.” Kathy paused as though thinking deeply.
“Speaking of sex, spanking you got me excited.” She stood up and removed her jeans and panties. She left her T-shirt on. “I think you need to put that tongue to work.” She sat down on the couch with her legs spread wide.
I noticed that her approach to sex had changed a lot. She used to dress up in flimsy négligée when she wanted sexual pleasure with me. Now, all she did was the minimum effort to expose her pussy to my tongue.
I moved the coffee table away and kneeled between her legs. I immediately went to work on her clit with my tongue. It didn’t take very long for her to start squirming and pressing against my face. Before she pushed my head away, she had at least four large orgasms. She was breathing very heavily.
“Good boy! That’s the way to do your job.” She looked down. “Oh, look who’s hard.” Kathy smiled. She stretched a bare foot out and pushed my penis against my stomach and rubbed her foot up and down. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I panted.
“Good,” Kathy smiled. She put her foot down. My cock was throbbing, more precum dripping from the tip. “I’ve been thinking about sex for you. I don’t want you jerking off anymore. Any sex you get will not be at your own hand. You understand?”
“I think so.”
“In other words, you aren’t going to have any stimulation of your little penis that isn’t from me. Since you’ve been a good boy tonight and it’s been a few days, I may let you squirt. Lie down on the floor in the middle of the room.”
What in the world is she up to, I wondered. “In case you are wondering what’s going on,” Kathy in mind-reading mode said, “I think the floor is the best place for you to get sexual release. We don’t want our furniture smelling of your cum.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said from my position on the carpet.
“Good boy!” Kathy moved over and sat down crosslegged next to me. She reached over and unceremoniously began jerking me off. Her hand moved in a steady rhythm. I found myself trying to fuck her hand. She stopped and slapped my cock hard. “Stop that!”
She resumed. It didn’t take long before I came. A large puddle of semen formed on my stomach. Kathy made sure to milk out the last drop. “Now it’s time for you to eat out of my hand,” she said.
Kathy began scooping up the sticky fluid and then brought her hand to my mouth for me to lick it off. She kept doing this until every single drop ended up in my mouth.
“Good boy! I hope you’ve learned something today. Let me help you. You are always to be standing naked and clean by the door when I come home from work. You may not play with yourself. You can expect any sex you get to take place with you lying on the floor. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a big smile on my face.