NOTE:

The story I am going to tell happened a couple of months ago after a late night with the boys. It describes our journey from experimenting with BDSM to willingly accepting mutual punishment when we misbehave. Based on trust, the safe words we defined have never been necessary. We both agree that a spanking is a good (and enjoyable) way to solve behaviour that otherwise could hurt our relationship.

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It had been the best night out for months. I know I promised to be home early, but I crossed my fingers and hoped that you were sound asleep as you complained about being tired when you called me at work. 

I did my best to be quiet, but too many beers had made my vision a bit blurry and with shaky fingers, I needed many attempts before hitting the right buttons in the six-digit combination lock at the front door. Finally, I succeeded and stumbled into the hall. Without turning on a light, I moved to the kitchen and grabbed a Coke from the fridge. I downed it greedily as my throat was dry like a desert. 

"You are late!" Your voice was cold as ice. I froze and turned to see you fuming with rage and far from sleeping, as you blocked the passage to the living room with your athletic body. 

"Is this your definition of coming home early? And being so wasted that you can hardly open the door! I expected you home around 11 pm as agreed, and now I have been waiting for three hours! You promised to help me prepare for my wine club tomorrow! Or have you forgotten that?" you sneered. 

"Give me your belt!" 

Your anger scared me – and blushingly I realized that I was in for a severe punishment. "I have had nearly three hours to plan your punishment," you spitted out "– and you are going to pay!" 

"Pull down your pants and bend over the counter. You will receive ten swats with the belt and then spend thirty minutes in the naughty corner just for a starter. Your punishment will last till Saturday midnight." I was a bit slow to comply. "NOW!" You were yelling and I did not dare to resist anymore. 

I accepted my fate and with shaking hands, I unbuckled my belt. "Please, can I please use the bathroom?" I whispered in a beaten and humiliated voice as my light blue boxer shorts were exposed. "I am bursting to pee." You smiled with a satisfied grin and did nothing to help me overcome my humiliation. 

"Take five strokes first – and if you spill a single drop, your punishment will be worse than you can dream of!" you said with a wicked grin. "Then you can go pee-pee – AND come back naked from waist down to receive the final five bare-bottom". 

I was shocked by the harshness, but the longer I waited, the worse the odds of avoiding an accident would be. So, I bent over and hoped to be done quickly. 

I heard you testing the swing in the air – and you took your time. I was scared and clenched my legs together to avoid the worst thinkable humiliation in front of you. 

WHOOSH! Suddenly the belt found my naked buttocks and the pain was spreading in a shock wave. I almost forgot to squeeze – that was close. I did not think I could take four more of those before going to the bathroom. WHOOSH! The next stroke was hitting a little bit lower and then before I had the time to compose myself, you hit again. 

I squeezed as hard as I could and tried to steal myself for the fourth stroke. But you did not offer me the luxury of a steady rhythm. You kept me waiting in anxiety – and suddenly a searing pain was spreading on my buttocks as you gave me an extra hard stroke. I managed to avoid wetting my pants, but I could not stay still, and I was desperate to relieve myself. 

"Please let me go," I blubbered with tears forming in my eyes. And then you gave me the final stroke on my upper thighs. I was taken by surprise and without thinking, a drop of pee escaped – I could feel the wet spot forming and I knew that there would be a dark spot on my light blue shorts. I was fighting to shut off and avoid a bigger accident – but I know that I already have earned myself the most severe punishment going for the next day. 

"OK - I hope you are still dry. Please stand up and let me inspect your underwear," you said. I rose with tears running from pain and humiliation and a tell-tale wet spot was very visible in the front of my boxers. "OH NO – little friend, have you had an accident in your pants?" you teased with a smile. "Run to the bathroom and go pee, so you don't make a complete mess on the floor." 

It was wonderful to let loose and relieve myself. I could feel the stinging in my behind and I did not look forward to the final five strokes on the bare. But I did not want to keep you waiting, so I remembered to lower the lid and flush. I left my underwear on the floor and washed my hands. Dressed only in a T-shirt and socks I shuffled back, humiliated, and prepared for the rest of my punishment. 

You were waiting impatiently for me. Looking at you triggered mixed emotions. It scared me to see you still so angry and you radiated power with my belt in your well-toned arms. The tight jeans hugged your body – and that sight always created a reaction. I could feel my cock getting semi-erect. You noticed it – of course. "Don't think that you will have any relief before your punishment is over!" you smiled "you will have to wait until tomorrow night. If you take your punishment with pride, you might be rewarded." 

I was told to bend over again, and the belt left five more red marks on my unprotected behind. You drove me towards the limit with expert skill. In our fine-tuned relationship we knew exactly how to treat each other – and the safe words we defined when we first started to explore dominance and corporal punishment for wrongdoing, had never been used. It went both ways and the one who broke the rules would be punished by the other. Our golden punishment rule had been good guidance so far - "Don't do anything as punishment that you will not be accepting if the roles were opposite." 

I was facing the wall doing my thirty minutes corner time, while you were making more preparations downstairs. I could only speculate about what I had coming my way. It was comforting to know that if you raised the bar, you were doing the same for yourself. The thought triggered me and now my erection was growing again – thinking that you were breaking the rules quite often yourselves. 

I could hear you clicking on heels on the stairs – had you changed? I was told that my corner time was done and that I could turn around. My cock was pointing eagerly and ready, when I saw that you have changed to a curve-fitting, short black leather dress and 5" stilettos that accentuated your perfect long legs. 

I was not so pleased to see that my cock cage was dangling from your right hand. "This will stay on for the rest of your punishment!" you stated triumphantly. 

You pushed me to the bathroom and used a cold washcloth to cool down my cock to become limp and small enough to fit the cage. As you gently lubricated my cock and balls; it started to grow eagerly again. You snapped the tip a bit painfully and used the reaction to fit the tight cage on me. "There, look who is all locked up for tomorrow?" You teased me in an erotic dance in front of me. My cock wanted to grow again – only to find the painful boundaries of the cage. 

You pull the hem of the dress higher as you were sitting down with spread legs. "Come here and show that you appreciate the correction I must give you!" I could smell your excitement and lust and your inviting slit was glistening with wetness. I crawled between your legs and started to lick. The taste was familiar and musky – you were pushing against my face, but now I could be the teaser. I was circling around – touching your clitoris swiftly.

"Yes!" You were trying to move towards my tongue. But I enjoyed playing with your lust and drove you higher and higher. Your breathing became heavy, and your body started to shake. When my tongue found your clitoris and stayed - you soon screamed wildly "YEEEEEESSSSSS!" as your body started to shake violently. 

With gentle hands, I was stroking and comforting you as you were calming down. I may have broken the rules and paid the price for that – but no one can take away my skills in pleasuring you.