THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I am in my familiar position over my gorgeous wife’s knees. She is the disciplinarian. I am spanked quite frequently. As usual, when she spanks, we are both in the nude. Neither of us would have it any other way. I am thinking of all this as her lovely right hand is continually smacking my ready and willing ass and the endorphines are kicking in as she is smacking her way into my consciousness.

While I am not required to do any counting this time, I wonder how many times I have already been spanked and how red my bottom was becoming. My wife graciously allows me to see how red I am afterward by commanding me to look in our full-length mirror after allowing me to stand up. She had been spanking me for quite a while by now. Perhaps her hand had spanked me only thirty or so times, but she was making me sore already.

Suddenly she stopped and rested her hands on my rear.

“Are you happy right now?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her right hand crackled across my right cheek.

THWACK!

“You are happy I am spanking you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I gasped loudly as she continued. First to my right, then my left cheek, and finally with two hands across my entire bottom.

"Why?"

"Because it is your wish, Ma'am."

“Whose wishes matter in this house?”

“Yours, Ma'am.”

“Good answer!”

"Don’t you have wishes?"

“I very much do, Mistress.”

“I like the way you are careful to use the word Mistress with every answer I allow you to give me. Why do you do that?”

“When you became my Mistress, one of the first rules was that whenever I addressed you I must say ‘Mistress’ or ‘Ma’am."

"Yes, and you do it well."

“I personally desire to be submissive to you in all ways. It makes me feel useful and quite happy.”

"I know. You seem to need a guiding hand."

She chuckled at her own pun before turning serious once more.

“You THWACK! have been punished THWACK! numerous times in the past THWACK! for forgetting to THWACK! address me properly. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I am sorry.”

“That is okay. Your ass is now getting closer to the color I like to see.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!”

She ran her fingers over my ass. It felt very soothing even as the tingling rose.

She leaned over and kissed my flaming cheeks. She then found a place where I was especially red and pinched me hard. She laughed quietly as I yelped.

"My hand is stinging."

By placing her spanking hand before me, I knew I was to kneel. Not requiring further instructions, I began to kiss and caress her hand. I rubbed her hand with both of mine. I sucked on each finger, as she placed them into my mouth. Finally, she patted my cheek and removed her hand.

Using the hand I worshipped, she grasped my penis tightly. As if pulling a toy wagon, she led me to the other side of the bed. She sat back in position, still holding my penis. I was forced to lie face down over her knee, making me feel very vulnerable. Not surprisingly, I had grown a full erection. It was a little difficult, but I managed to find a place between her thighs to rest my throbbing member. Although afraid I might cum, I could not resist humping her thighs. Mistress had a lot of experience with me in this condition and knew how to control my urges.

THWACK!

I jumped as her hand crashed down on the sensitive middle section.

She continued whacking away.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“You know better.”

I instantly stopped.

“I do, Ma’am. I am sorry.”

My ass was stinging and quite sore. Painful groans escaped my lips as I tried to remain stoic.

“Your humping aside, I am very pleased with you today. Despite your obedient behavior, I am in the mood to give you a good spanking until the redness of your ass pleases me. What do you have to say about that?"

“Please Mistress, would you spank me until my ass is as red as you would like it to be? Please, please, please Mistress, will you spank me?”

“Yes, I will spank you, my love.”

She quickly brought her dominant right hand down many times. I was not required to count, so I did not, but it was easily over fifty, and she showed no signs of slowing down.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I began to squirm under her.

She continued unabated, rebuking me gently.

“Don’t move too much, dear.”

“Sorry, Ma’am.”

She continued with renewed intensity until I began yelping with a high-pitched, almost feminine yowl. She tapered off as I became verbal. I knew she was not done with me yet that day but wanted to save some for later. I was close to tears and would have gone over the edge if she had not stopped when she did.

“Turn over and lie face up in my lap.”

I winced as my cherry red ass brushed against her luminous thighs. Almost inaudible sobs escaped my lips. She placed her hand across the side of my face, squeezing my cheeks together. She brought my face up as she lowered hers. She opened her mouth, pressing her full lips onto mine, and giving me a rewarding tongue bath. Nothing at that moment could have felt better. I felt proud that she was rewarding me for taking my punishment well.

Eventually, her eyes cast downward as she glanced at my manhood, shaking her head.

“You’re a bit deflated down there.”

She took hold of my penis and stroked it several times in a very gentle but skillful way. She knew precisely how to touch me, and I soon forgot about the fire burning in my ass. My painful groans were replaced with moans of ecstasy. She scooped up some of my pre-cum leakage with the two long fingers of her right hand while she never stopped stroking with her left. She brought her fingers to my mouth and fed me my pre-cum. It was a salty, yet strangely enjoyable taste.

She smiled and brought what remained to her own lips, extending her tongue out in an exaggerated way before giving herself one theatrical lick. Just as I was nearing an incredible release, she stopped stroking me. My eyes pleaded with her to get me off, but she did not. Pulling her hand away, she slapped my penis on the right side. Then she smacked the left side. She smiled and laughed as she watched it bob back and forth. She grabbed the base of my cock and held it firmly, stemming any possibility of ejaculation.

“Not yet, my Dear. Leakage is inevitable, but if I decide you may cum fully today, it won’t be just yet. My spanking mood has not been satisfied. There will be more today.”

“Thank you, my Mistress."

She placed her spanking hand over my mouth. Again, she made me taste my own droplets of pre-cum as I proceeded to kiss, lick, and caress her palm. My ass was on fire as I lay face up on her lap, but my only concern now was quelling the aching she felt by punishing me. I kissed her hand and proceeded to suck each of her fingers slowly and seductively. She finally began to feel better. She patted me on the cheek and eased me off her lap, pointing to the floor.

Watching her intently, she spread her legs and gave me a show. With my mouth watering, she began fingering her pussy. She moaned loudly to entice me further, knowing I could not touch her until she allowed it. Continuing to fondle herself and mouthing clearly exaggerated moans to further tempt me, she put her two longest fingers inside her hole, extracting the beginnings of her flow. She sat up and shoved them in me, causing me to forcibly suck her dry. She smiled as she lay back down on the bedspread as far as she could. Finally, she spoke just one word.

"Come."

I eagerly crawled onto the bed and placed my head between her legs, lapping up the juice from her moist lips and sticky hair in her bush. I parted her lips and began sucking her clit. She moaned as I went on to use my tongue, licking and tasting her essence. Her first orgasm came quickly. It was a small one. I smiled knowingly as this often happens after a good spanking of me.

I rested briefly and waited as she calmed down. She nodded her head and lay back down, spreading her legs further. She was especially amped up tonight as I knew she would be. She was not done by a long shot. I continued to attend to her as she bucked wildly and grabbed my hair, forcing me into her as far as possible while locking me in with her strong thighs. I felt my breath constrict but kept going until she released her hold on me as her juices dribbled down her thighs onto the bed. I licked up the fluid on her skin, tasting her sweetness and acting as her clean-up towel. When she was sufficiently dry, I lay with my head below her pussy, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her musky sex for many minutes as she relaxed and fell asleep.

Finally, she awoke fully and, after getting her bearings, returned to being in charge of her environment. She got my attention by rapidly assuming her confident Mistress tone. Without mentioning the intense sexual gyrations we both engaged in, she barked out new orders for me as she continually stared at the ceiling, barely acknowledging my presence without so much as a glance in my direction.

"Roll your ass close to my right hand. Make sure I can reach it without straining."

As I got into place, she proceeded to smack my ass five quick times while her back was facing me. Nevertheless, the soreness from my earlier beating caused me to wince. Still looking up at the ceiling, she called out more directions.

“Stand up now and come to my right side. Stand facing me. I will ask you a question that will require some delicate thinking on your part, so be ready.”

Immediately, I scrambled off the bed and stood facing her. I was shaking as I was on my feet. I so much wanted to please her and knew I had to listen carefully. At last, she sat up. She looked at me for the first time since waking from her short nap. She gently held my balls in her hand as she spoke.

“I could stop spanking you now since you have not displeased me in any way. Therefore, you do not deserve a spanking for any misdeed on your part. I have not goofed up in any way myself, so you know I am not spanking you to correct an error I might have made either. I am spanking you today because I feel like it. I am in the mood to see your ass turn scarlet and watch your face contort as you sit. My spanking hand has recovered nicely and can be used in any way I want again."

She raised up her hand as I flinched in anticipation of a hard smack. Instead, she began stroking my rock-hard erection. She slid her hand expertly up and down the shaft, making sure to gently stroke the underside where I am most sensitive, as she well knew. Involuntary groans quietly escaped my lips as I slipped into another world.

“Oh, oh, oh ...”

More streams of pre-cum oozed out of me. This time, pooling on the hardwood floor. I made a mental note to clean it up later. She lubricated her hand with my small pre-cum pre-cum and found my ball sac again. I moaned as she caressed me sensuously until her grip tightened like a vice. She held my jewels and squeezed. Her dominance overtook me. I did not try to avoid the hurt. I screamed painfully as she roughly pulled me close to her, guiding my movements using my balls as a joystick.

Releasing me, she lowered her hand before delivering a sharp smack to my genitals. I realized she smacked me in order to suppress my body’s urges. In her utter control of me, she knew I was about to explode from her stroking. I was sure I could not obey her command not to cum, but her handling of my testicles easily stemmed the flow of sticky white goo.

Not surprisingly, I was still hard after all this. We both smiled at our playful interchange. I looked at her and marveled at the way she led me. She turned around and pointed to her ass. I began kissing and massaging eagerly. I focused intensely as my Mistress was feeling quite generous, giving me this welcome activity.

She closed her eyes and turned quiet.

"Oh, your ass kissing feels so good. I know you love it. Get in there good. Kiss underneath where my ass curves just above my thighs. Then come back up. Suck on my flesh but stop short of a hickey. That's it."

Gleefully obeying her orders, I pressed my lips all over her bottom. My tongue licked her beneath her sit spots as I licked the tip of her crack with my long pink tongue. She twitched in surprise, then grabbed my hair, pulling me away and back to her left cheek before jamming my face into her pristine flesh as I suckedmoved away. She made unintelligible sounds as she smashed my nose against her ass cheek in and out, in and out. She was gyrating so much I thought she would orgasm as her breathing became ragged. She then unceremoniously released me and sank prone on the bed. I bent to kiss her ass some more, but instead, she moved away seeking to retain normal breathing as she relaxed.

Rather reluctantly, I stopped and placed my hands behind my back to resist the urge to touch her body. She smiled as she ruffled my hair and faced me. I held her hand for strength while she spoke.

"You have taken your spankings well. If you would rather I did not spank you anymore today, then I am fine with that. We will find something else to do. Your good behavior today has won you the power to make the decision. I would prefer to continue reddening your ass since I am insatiable today. But I must warn you, if you give the go-ahead, you will not be spanked with my hand but with an implement. What should we do?

I did not even hesitate; I answered right away. “Mistress, my ass is quite sore, and I will have trouble sitting and lying on it for a while. That is true. But I love showing my submission to you, and if you are in the mood to spank me long and hard, I will gladly accept the pain. I understand your hand has to rest. Working so hard to make my ass extremely sore is a lot of work. Would you be content if I went into the bathroom and brought out that big, black, flat and smooth plastic brush?"

She smiled at me.

“That is a terrific idea. You are absolutely wonderful today. I am very inclined to allow you to pleasure me after you are spanked with the hairbrush. You may deserve a reward of pleasure yourself. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress. I would love that!”

"If I continued to hand-spank you, the feeling would be intense. This is why I waited before starting to spank again. However, with the brush, the pain shall be tenfold. Are you sure you want to accept this pain for me? You have been very good today.”

“Mistress, do you not think I love you? Giving you what you want is what I live for.”

“Are you sure, my Love?”

She reached behind and began rubbing my ass soothingly.

“Yes, Mistress. Yes!”

“Please, Mistress. Please spank me.”

“Should I go easy?”

“No, Ma'am. Please spank me hard. Please use the brush from the bathroom to do so. I want to feel your discipline without making your hand sore.”

“But we have agreed you have not done anything wrong.”

“Spanking me when you are in the mood to is just as important, Mistress. Maybe more so since it is a fond wish of yours right now instead of a duty. I will go get the implement.”

I turned to leave but did not get far.

"WAIT! You will get the brush when I tell you to. Not yet."

Immediately, I turned back into the room and knelt at her feet.

“Slave, your behavior today is extraordinary. Before your next spanking, I am going to have you kiss my feet. If you do a good job, I may use my feet to rub your penis on both sides to excite you later.”

She lifted up her left foot, and I started kissing. I began on the bottom of her foot. It was dusty from the exertion of the day. I began licking her heel clean as I reached the bottom of her toes. I then began sucking each toe. My mouth engulfed each toe while my tongue licked. I kissed each one several times before moving on to the next one. Her pinkish little toe was first. I enjoyed the delicacy I needed to employ when servicing that one. When I reached the big toe, I had more work to do. While kissing, I thought about how lucky I was to have a Mistress who allowed me the pleasure of worshipping her feet. I was disappointed as she pulled away her right foot before I could get at it.

“You may worship my other foot later. Are you my obedient husband who is going to get spanked hard?”

“I am Mistress.”

“Did you misbehave to earn this spanking?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Correct. You were marvelously attentive today. So tell me why.”

"Because you feel like doing it."

She motioned for me to kneel straight up. I did until my face was level with her torso. She reached down and took my face in her hands. She kissed the top of my forehead and smiled.

“Run into the bathroom and get the brush now. When you do, stop and hold it up, stand and face me. Be still with your hands by your side.”

As I stood, she playfully swatted my ass, propelling me toward the bathroom. I quickly found the large, rounded brush. She nodded in approval as I waited for her next instructions.

“Crawl back to my right side on your hands and knees with the brush resting on your back. I do not wish to have you kneel before me and hand me the brush. Once it is out of the bathroom, you are not to touch it. Only I will wield the implement. When you reach me, face away from me with your ass facing my leg and your head facing the chair on that side of the room.”

I grabbed the brush and was back in record time.

“Crawl closer to the chair on the wall facing away from me. Stare straight ahead. Don’t speak and don’t look at me until I give you permission. Got that?”

I began to tell her I understood before remembering her latest instruction. Somehow, I was able to remain quiet. She noticed, and this pleased me.

“Good. You are obedient already.”

She picked up the brush and slapped it into her left hand. I watched closely as she stood up and walked around me until she was facing my front. She stood right in front of me. Without being able to see, her incredible pussy was dangling over me. Being down on all fours made her incredible six-foot-one-inch frame all the more imposing. Being not able to see, my imagination pictured her as tall as a redwood tree. The aroma of her pussy was in the air, teasing me, daring me, propelling me to start pleasuring her. Why was she doing this? My mind was begging for at least one look. I couldn’t take it anymore. She knew this and stood quietly. I heard tiny sounds as she began swaying back and forth. I was fighting a battle within me to try and remain in place. Just when I thought I would crumble, she walked away.

She came up behind me and ran her hand over my ass, allowing her fingers to dangle over my cheeks and my crack. She gently patted my ass and commented that I was still quite red. She returned to her spot facing me.

“You may stare at my body now. Look all around if you like.”

I eagerly looked up only to find she was facing away from me. Pointing above her knees, she imperiously barked her next command.

“Kiss my thighs!”

I put my hands on both sides of her and kissed reverently. Just as my lips reached her glorious ass, she put her hand down and stopped me.

“That’s enough. I just wanted you to show your submission.”

Stopping me from worshipping my favorite part of her anatomy must have shown. Mistress could read me like a book. Nothing I do or feel escapes her. Luckily, she was in a compassionate mood. She clicked her tongue and lay on the bed.

"Very well. You may do more. However, this time we will try something new."

She pointed to her rear again. This time parting her cheeks as I began kissing and licking the folds of her asshole. She had never allowed me access here before, although my kissing of her ass was always a frequent and thrilling experience. I was hesitant at first but dove right in, remembering to always trust my Mistress. She was clean and even a little perfumy amongst the dank smell of her anus, which I dug into eagerly after a cautious start.

“Oh, diving in with gusto aren’t you slave? I must remember to make this part of our constant routine.”

I agreed wholeheartedly but found I could not speak with my mouth and lips submerged between her mounds of pleasure. She squealed as I licked the honey point of her anus, causing her to jump.

“Mmmm …yes, slave. You are an amazing ass worshipper.”

I could tell she was loving this new sensation, but not wanting to appear too vulnerable in front of me at the moment, she stopped abruptly. She adjusted herself and sat straight up in the bed.

“It’s time now. Get back over my knee.”

I stood up and went to her right side. I eased myself down and kissed her two knees. Mistress leaves it up to me if I choose to kiss her lap or not.

Her first blow came fast and hard. There were no warmups.

“Ouch!”

I jumped in pain at the first smack. I was not expecting it to be as sharp as it was.

She waited and spanked again. This one felt sharper than the first.

Again, she waited, letting me feel the power of the brush. What followed were two more in quick succession.

She was relentless. Strangely, though, I began to imagine each stroke as a kiss. The pain began to morph into pleasure as I was transported into a dreamlike state.

Also, knowing she was spanking me for her own pleasure made me feel like a man. I was serving my Mistress. I was pleasuring my beautiful wife. She was therefore doing me a favor since pleasuring her is the greatest thing in the world for me and gets me hard even more than her stroking my penis. The pain was intense, and besides some mild squirming, I stayed in place. My purpose was to take the hurt for as long as I could.

As she continued to whack away, I completely surrendered. Tears trickled down my cheek. I lost track of everything around me. I did not even notice she had stopped spanking me and was gently rubbing my bottom

“Okay, okay. It’s over now. Kiss the brush and put it back.”

I staggered off her lap. I stumbled and fell to the ground. I had no clear sense of balance as my head was swirling.

“Careful, my love. You need to give yourself a chance to recover. Don’t rush. I will wait. I want to see your cute hynie wiggle over to the bathroom. Take your time.”

I was now on display. I slowly got up and walked at a snail’s pace to the bathroom. I then threw in a shake of my rear end.

She laughed and commented, “All right, don’t overdo it. It is a pleasing sight. Come back here and kneel.”

I came back to her.

“Your ass is sore and a deep scarlet red. My ass is smooth and cool. Do you think that is fair for a wife to do that to her husband’s ass on a whim?”

“Absolutely, Ma’am.”

“Do you think my ass should be red like yours?”

“Never, Ma’am. It should be as it is now. Beautiful, sexy, pristine, cool, and fantastic.”

“You need to go look at yourself in the mirror. I want to make sure you look at it when it is the reddest it could be."

I went over to the mirror. My ass was beyond pink. It was a deep red. She worked mainly on my sit spots, but I also noticed that under my thighs there were quite a few red marks from the dreaded hairbrush. This was a new area for her. She usually sticks to the buttocks. So, this is why the brush was hurting so much toward the end of the last spanking and even caused some tears. She was spanking my thighs, which are particularly sensitive. I was in such a headspace by then that I could not even tell. She had certainly done a complete job this time.

I was under her control even now. She allows no rubbing of my ass after a spanking, so I knew I could not touch it even though I desperately wanted to. I wanted to feel the heat that I knew was emanating from my skin. She pushed the boundaries today and knew how much I could take. She experiments each time. She made it clear I have no say in how long I am punished. I would not want it any other way, although sometimes I wish I could. She is an amazing Mistress.

As my hand instinctively rose up near my waist, my Mistress stopped me from getting into further trouble.

“Don’t touch it! Not even now! Not even today when you did nothing wrong, and I was spanking because I felt like doing it."

"Thank you for today, Mistress.”

She bent over the bed as I turned back to look at her. She thrust her rear in my face.

“Kiss my ass! Don’t worship this time. Just kiss. Use your lips. You are my slave. I am aware that by doing what I want this time you are also doing what you want. Mark me."

I gladly did as she wanted. Kissing, fondling, and massaging her ass is my favorite sexual activity. I pressed my lips against the fleshy part of her right cheek. I sucked in roughly for a full minute. Yes, there will be a hickey. I did what she wanted. I did not have to refrain this time. Another reward from Mistress. Yes, the sight of her sexy ass gets my libido in high gear. The thought that her ass gets reverence and worship and mine gets spanked until I'm sore reinforces our roles and revs me up to new heights.

“You have pleased me once again. I am now going to lay back on the pillows. Is there anything you would like to do while I am lying back like this?”

“Yes, Ma’am."

I started to climb between her legs, but she planted her hand above my mouth, derailing my physical movement.

"First, tell me what you'd like."

"I would like to bury my head in your warm vagina and stimulate you, Mistress. I would love to massage your clit with my hands and tongue. I need to pleasure you."

"Need? You need to?"

"WANT! I want to. Please, may I, Mistress? It is my fondest wish right now. It even gets me harder than when my penis is being stroked.”

“I know it does. And you shall. But first, I want to do something that I teased you with before. Lie down and put your penis between my two feet. I am going to rub you with my feet while you are rock hard until you feel as though you must explode. I think you'd like that."

"Yes, Ma'am. YES! I WOULD LOVE THAT!"

She shook her head back and forth and placed her finger over my lips.

"It is good but not all good. Remember to obey your Mistress. Don’t you dare cum!”

She began stroking me with her feet. I don’t know why, but this act felt more sensual than when she strokes me with her hand and uses her fingers to tickle and stimulate me. I guess it was the novelty of it, as my penis sprang to attention immediately. She smiled and commented that it took no time at all.

She ordered me to stand up. It was more difficult to stand with my third leg as she moved back and spread her legs again.

“You deserve to get rewarded today because you took your spanking so well and said so many nice things. I will give you what you want more than anything. You may lick, suck, and stroke my pussy to orgasm. After that, I will take my hands and slowly stroke your manhood in all the places that I know are most sensitive to you. I know your naughty penis very well. You will be excited in record time. I will then bring my mouth near and lick you while I think about giving you a blow job. Only then will I consider allowing you to release your pent-up sperm. Perhaps we will do much more. After all, you have been a very good husband today!”