It will be almost exactly two days until I get my spanking. It is delicious torture to know what is
It will be almost exactly two days until I get my spanking. It is delicious torture to know what is coming and when.Life has been stressful. New responsibilities and new opportunities leave me feeling vulnerable. When life is boring, I have no opportunities to disappoint others or myself. The possibilities give me nervous optimism accompanied by a foreboding fear of failure.I want to escape just for a night. For a couple hours, I want the most worrisome thing to be a sore, stinging, and burning bottom. All the complications of adult life need to be erased from my mind and cleansed by the fire created by the spanking.I’m hoping for a night of spanking starting with a quick warm-up spanking when I get home from work. I am not always completely naked for the warm-up but afterwards, I have to be completely naked until we are done or if we go out in public. My inappropriate and near constant erection will be entirely ignored by her.The warm-up will be followed by something harder–probably the tawse or paddle while bent over a pile of pillows. Then, before we go out for dinner, a thorough over the knee session with the evil little hairbrush paddle. That will be torturously hard but it will create a sting that will last all through dinner and the drive home. It will be hard enough to make me seriously worried about how the rest of the evening will feel.I’ll sit gingerly through dinner because of not only my stinging buttocks but also my uncomfortably erect penis. She will drink but not me; I don’t get to drink on spanking nights. She spanks harder after she’s been drinking. As dinner draws to a close, I’ll get fidgety and nervous knowing what is in store when we get home. I’ll try to stall by trying to order dessert or another drink for her. Eventually, I will have to pay the bill, signing the receipt with a shaking hand.At home, my clothes will come off again and I will taste the hairbrush paddle again. It will wake up the string and leave me breathless and flustered. After a little break, she will use a wooden spoon on my sensitive places while I am draped over an ottoman. Maybe the paddle will make another appearance if we have time but it will be getting late.All through the night, my erect penis will be begging for attention. He will drool pre-cum on my bare legs. The slowly oozing lubricant will make the tip always feel cold. Finally, it will be time for my little guy to make the squirts he seems so desperate to make. Indeed, he has been ignored since the spanking date was made. For days, he has been pestering me for attention.There are options for how the squirting will happen but they all end with the hardest spanking of the night. The hairbrush paddle is my reward after a probably fairly unsatisfying ejaculation. Sometimes I have wonderful orgasms but other times when I squirt during spankings, it is just a relief to have it out of me.I can choose how it will happen. The usual is for me to wiggle and hump on my impatient wife’s lap while she ‘encourages’ my with a wooden spoon. Or, I could relieve myself either in front of her or in the bathroom. She always makes me wait a little for each spanking and I sometimes play with myself a little when I am waiting. I’ve almost gone to far in the past and the idea of being caught seconds after the orgasm–still covered in my own ejaculate–has me curious. I imagine I will feel embarrassment, humiliation, and maybe even shame as she discovers me like that. I can hear myself apologizing while trying to keep the semen pooling on my lap from ruining the furniture or carpet as I make my way over her lap again.Regardless, after it is out of me and my libido is tamed, I have to force myself to go back over her lap and, like the little boy in the picture, present my naughty bottom to her for punishment and correction. I will have to be brave, strong, and passive as she spanks me clean. -- source link