Whipping

Punishing the Maid..

tumblr_nwtxlvxq9d1qan68po1_1280“Darling,” said Hannah as I stood in my corner with her very sweet panties pressed to the wall, “You run along and have your shower now. I will ring for Mady and you should make sure your tight little backdoor is clean and well lubricated. Time for a little fun for you. Come back in a towel.”

These days I am never sure what “a little fun” will mean.  Hannah enjoys my oral attentions a couple of times a week and very much like me caged. She let me out for strokes – exactly twenty – on Christmas Eve and then, before I came pushed my hips away and sent me to my corner while she finished with a new vibrator. I was throbbing and very nearly came just standing facing my corner and hearing Hannah’s pleasure. I was sent for a cold shower and locked back up.

On Christmas morning, having given Mady her three, quarter cup bras and sheer blouses for her uniform, Hannah thought it would be fun for Mady to try them on. Never a shy girl, Mady popped off her top and bra right in my library where we had the tree. She really does have darling breasts and the fact the bras provided a little support but no concealment made the sheer blouses very stimulating indeed. I was straining in my cage as I buttoned up Mady’s third blouse. “Lovely,” said The Lady of the House, “But I think I’d like to see the effect when your nipples are erect Mady. So you pinch one and, elliot, with your hands behind your back, you suck on the other for a moment.” I did what I was told and Mady’s pretty little nipples were perking up in no time. My cock was practically bursting through the silicone of my cage. Hannah reached between my legs, took my cock in it’s cage and gave it a squeeze. “We’ll lock you up in your steel cock cage soon. But I may miss being able to squeeze this little caged cock. Especially with Mady showing off her lovely, hard nipples as she does the dusting.”

And now this. I showered and carefully washed, douched and lubricated my backdoor. As instructed I returned to our bedroom where an interesting scene awaited. Hannah was sitting, in her negligee on the side of our bed. Mady was standing, head bowed in front of her and beside Hannah were a bathbrush, a dog whip and a double ended vibrator set in a strap-on harness. I stood and waited for instructions.

“I am afraid, elliot, that Mady has been a rather bad girl. She’s going to have to be punished but I thought first of all that it is only right that you see our naughty maid take her thrashing, and be available to control her if necessary, and then let her work out any negative emotions by fucking you with this cute little dildo pushed up her little twat.” said the Lady of the House in her most authoritative voice. “So, Mady. Let us begin. First, roll up your skirt and take off your panties and hand them to elliot.”

Mady complied and, when she handed me her black lace panties her scent was extraordinary. She was going to be punished and she was obviously very excited indeed.

“Now Mady, kneel in front of me.” said Hannah. Mady did being careful to keep her skirt at her waist. Her pretty bottom was framed by her thin black ribbon suspenders and black lace top stockings. She kept her day heels on. Her nipples were rock hard in the cups of her quarter bra and pressed against the black, sheers, gossamer of her blouse. “Well.”

“Madame. I am so sorry I tried on your dress without your permission. And your shoes and your emerald necklace. I deserved to be punished and I accept whatever you plan to do to me.”

“Mady. I am perfectly happy to let you try on my clothes if you ask permission. You can even have elliot assist you. But you did not have my permission. So you are going to be punished and then put in the box for the day. Do you understand?”

“The box Ma’am…Couldn’t I have a longer spanking?”

“No Mady. I think you are rather excited to be spanked and you need to be corrected not excited. elliot will lock you in the box after we are done here. Now, push the strap-on up yourself and buckle it on.” As Hannah said this she handed Mady the simple two ended dildo. It had a vibrator at the end which was pushed up Mady’s pussy. Then it went out of the hole in the harness to a longer, smooth end. Mady gasped a bit as the cold vibe was pushed into her wet, warm cunt but that is to be expected. Once all was in place Hannah said, “Now, get over your knee for the first part of your punishment. I am going to give you a good paddling with this bath brush and then, when I am satisfied, you are going to give elliot a good fucking. But, and here is the thing, I am going to dog whip you until he ejaculates. You’ll have three minutes to get him in the groove and then you’ll start earning your stripes. I will certainly teach you not to use my things, young lady. Now, across my knees. elliot, while I am paddling Mady get a pillow, go to the end of the bed, put your towel on the pillow, drape yourself over and enjoy Mady’s pussy scent while you watch me correct her.”

“Yes, Hannah.” I said marvelling at how Hannah always manages to mix punishment and pleasure. Poor Mady, I know what Hannah can do with that bathbrush. I took my position only a foot or two away from Mady’s quivering bottom. Her strapon was levered into her cunt by Hannah’s thigh but I could not hear the tell tale buzz of its vibrator.

Hannah began slowly and softly alternating her strokes from one side of Mady’s pretty bottom to the other. Mady was stoic at first but, as the intensity of Hannah’s strokes increased, began to grunt a little and lift first one foot then the other. Her pussy seemed, to my eye at least, to be slicking up around the dildo held in by the harness and the leverage of Hannah’s pretty thigh. As I knew it would, Hannah’s pace increased and her arm rose higher with each stroke of the bathbrush. Mady was vocalizing now and kicking up her feet as her bottom went from a delicious pink to a deeper red and now on to crimson. Mady began to sob but Hannah simply increased the force of her brush. Now her cunt was dripping wet as the pain and the pleasre merged. Then, after at least fifty “twaaks” of the bath brush, Mady twisted to look at Hannah, tears running down her face, “Please stop Ma’am…Pleeeese.” Hannah continued. I knew from experience that Hannah would stop when she thought the lesson had been learned.

That took at least twenty five more full force cracks of the bath brush. Mady’s bottom went from crimson to a bruised purple with a white spot where last the brush had landed and pushed the blood away from the surface. Mady had given up struggling. Now she just lay across Hannah’s lap enduring her punishment and sobbing. At last Hannah was done. Livid purple bruises with the start of the yellowing which marks a really good paddling covered Mady’s bottom. Mady fought to control her tears and her sobbing and, when she had, Hannah said. “Now, get to work.”

Mady got up, slowly, and looked at me ready to be taken as I lay over my pillow. My cock caged was straining against the ribs of my prison. I was so hard and so excited by how beautifully my perfect wife had spanked her maid. A moment later I felt the dildo invade my backdoor and begin thrusting. And I felt her hot tears on my back as she shoved her dildo home and began to thrust. Now I could hear the hum of the vibe and, as Mady fucked me I found myself responding. Pushing back to meet her silicone cock. I could feel the beginning of the rush of seminal fluid which my prostate would dribble. But that would take a while.

Then I heard the first crack of the dog whip on poor Mady’s already throbbing bottom. It caught Mady by surprise and she jerked backward pulling the dildo out of my bottom.

“Stupid girl…He’s never going to ejaculate if you keep falling out.” I heard Hannah say. The dildo was pushed back up me and Mady resumed her thrusts. She knew, from having me before, that the fastest way to get me to ejaculate was to slide the dildo up and down over the inch or so where my prostate was most sensitive. So the fastest way to end her whipping was to stay fairly still and on target. Which is what she did as Hannah, from time to time, brought the dog whip down on her pulsing butt. But even when Hannah increased her pace and the force of her strokes, Mady kept her dildo on target. She was moaning and the tears had started again, but, the vibrator was doing its job and Mady’s sobs were punctuated with whimpers of pleasure which I knew so well from kneeling between Mady’s perfect thighs.

That thought, Mady’s perfect thighs, the scent of her pussy on the panties my face rested on, the vibrations on my protate and, now, the low moans of pleasure from our well whipped maid all lead my dam to break and my ejaculation to begin. As so as it did Hannah put down her whip and stood beside Mady as Mady came closer and closer to her own perfect pleasure. Hannah reached around and pinched Mady’s nipples through her sheer blouse. She pinched those nipples hard and Mady yelled, “Thank you Ma’am” and I felt her quake and gush as she hit her orgasm. It lasted quite a while and, when she was done, I think Hannah just unbuckled the dildo harness and slipped the vibe out of Mady and then, as an afterthought, out of me.

“There you are Mady. Well whipped, plus allowed an orgasm and now you will spend a quiet day remembering not to do things without permission and what happens to bond servants who do. elliot lock Mady in the box and bring me back the key.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

I walked the still shaking maid down the corridor to the built in punishment box which we had told the builder was a broom closet. It was very narrow – a foot wide. It went to the ceiling but had shelves which could be slide in to force a person into a crouch and which had d-rings to allow a person’s hands to be bound over his or her (now) head. The box was light tight and entirely sound proof. I hated it.

Naked I stood behind my poor, whipped maid. There were a few flecks of blood on her bottom where the whip had crossed itself. Mady’s face was a mess with her mascara and eyeliner washed down her cheeks with her tears. I opened the door.

“Please Sir…”

“Not up to me Mady. You know that. Now get in.” I said never having been on the outside with the key. Reluctantly she turned sideways and slide in. Her pretty tits made it a tight squeeze. I had no instructions from Hannah about putting in a crouching shelf or binding Mady’s arms. Not that this would make her day in the dark much easier. Just less painful. I locked the door and walked the key back to Hannah.

“Excellent. Now don’t let me forget that poor girl is in there. While she is absent you can attend to my lingerie washing and, in a few minutes, help me get dressed.

UPDATE: In fact Hannah is not a cruel woman. An hour after I locked Mady in the box Hannah handed me the key. “I suspect she has learned her lesson.”

I let a tearful shaking Mady out of her confinement. “Oh Sir, thank you so much for letting me out. It’s awful.”

“It is Mady. I hate it. But the Lady of the House must be obeyed. I doubt you’ll forget that.”

“No sir.”

“So go and thank Hannah for your correction and we’ll get on with the day.”

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12 strokes

“You darling have been more than a little snarky. Let me just get my downstairs cane. Now disrobe and over the chair.”

No warm up. Just a dozen well placed strokes with a cane I didn’t even know Hannah had placed in our coat closet.

“I will not… Stroke… Have you… Stroke… Become a grumpy old man… Stroke.”

My bottom was blazing and I was deeply relieved when Hannah finally stopped.

“There. Done. And no more snippyness.”

Not that much Later

dominant wifeIf you had read Hannah’s post earlier today you could be forgiven for thinking my maintenance whipping had been postponed. I certainly did.

“Just time for a quick and quiet whipping dear. Take your position.”

A few warm up strokes with her hand and then that nasty little acrylic went to work.

Generally, a maintenance whipping leaves very few marks. Hannah does not strike hard but she does not waste any time. In a matter of less than a minute she had delivered a dozen swift strokes.

“There we are. You’ll remember your position all the better now.” she said as she left the room.

I am, as I write too often, a very lucky man.

Reminder

dominant wife“Now Dear, I have to go out but, before I go I’m going to give you a good maintenance whipping. Now get those pants of and get on your knees and ask for your discipline.”

I instantly complied and, kneeling and looking up at my lovely wife said, “Darling, would you take the trouble to whip your loving husband. Just as hard and as long as you feel I need?”

“I certainly will. Just lie over the end of the bed and we can get started.”

I draped myself across the bed, tips of my toes touching the floor. The Lady of the House wasted no time and gave me a delicious and very firm hand warm up. Brisk strokes from side to side for a couple of minutes. “There we are, all nice and pink and ready for my pretty cane.”

Hannah’s cane whistled through the air and a line of fire slashed across my bottom. She paused, corrected her stance a bit and began to whip me in earnest. Not at all full force. I was not being punished, just reminded. But hard enough that I was vocalizing by the sixth stroke and flexing up on my tip toes until she, finally, stopped at twelve.

“Now darling, I know how much you hate it when I am not firm with you so, before you jerk your little cockette into your cup, I want you to really feel these.”

The only thing which changed was that Hannah now gave me six strokes swinging from her shoulder rather than her wrist. Still far from even half strength these last strokes raised a welt with each swing.

“Excellent. Here’s your cup. I don’t have all day to watch you jerk that little thing. Come on.” and as she said this her hand went up my shirt and, after flicking my nipple erect, Hannah dug her nails in to signal that I was to come. I was not even completely hard as I made my mess in the cup.

“Now drink it all up and lick the bottom. You really are very sweet. I’ve left my handwashing in its basket…I’ll be home for cocktails.” And with that my wonderful wife went out the door.

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Two Ladies – Anticipation

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“I think it might be nice if you found another lady who might visit and watch.” said Hannah a couple of weeks ago. “Nothing complicated, just cocktails and, if we can manage it a bit of corner time and a whipping.”

So off to Craigslist I went…where else? Here’s the ad,

An Elegant, Disciplined, Evening

Fall, a glorious, sunny, fall is here at last. Summer dresses are lovely, but now it’s time to put a bit more structure into life.

I am a casually dominant wife with a wonderfully submissive husband. We enjoy good wine, great conversation, retro clothing and the company of discerning women. I am very discrete and he does what he is told – always.

Once in a while I like to put him through his paces in the company of an intriguing woman. I think it is good for him to show that he knows his place in public – or at least with another woman present. A lovely opportunity to wear a pretty dress and be pampered.

This is not really about sex. He is kept chaste unless I particularly have a use for that part of him. Teased hard and denied often. It keeps him on his toes.

Instead it is about two women spending an elegant hour or two getting to know one another while they are served by my husband. If there is a reason (and there almost always is), and the circumstances are right, I might dispatch him to his corner and you might watch me whip him. Very much depends on mood.

If this sounds interesting send me a note and we’ll take it from there.

We received three or four replies but, I fear, a large “flake factor” was at work.

But, delightfully, one young lady understood completely. Ladies visiting, served by an obedient man. We’ll see what happens.

Update: Indisposed…sigh. But we have rescheduled for Friday. The Lady of the House was not in the least put off. “We shall make our own fun…get me your clips.” I did and teased up my nipples so she could get the teeth set right. Over an hour in the clips which had begun to really dig after twenty minutes.

Hannah had me wear panties and a very tight girdle and, after dinner, “My girdle was, in fact, killing me.” Hannah graciously allowed me to change but, as I was standing pantyless, came into the room. “Get in postion.”

She bound wrists to ankles and caned, fairly lightly, for a couple of dozen strokes. “So much for maintenance, stand up.” she said undoing the belt. “Hands on your knees. Now, you contradicted me last night. You were rude, loud and saucy. So now you get eight real strikes.”

Ouch.

Lady’s Choice

As we come into the New Year a moment or two’s reflection on the question of physical correction. While corner time and intimate submission, hands of prostate milking, forced panty wearing and, now, the humiliating participation of the maid are all parts of my discipline, the fact is correction is almost always by way of a whipping.

So, which of the following do you think will be most effective in 2012?

Advice

The Lady of the House had an old friend over for wine this afternoon. I was working in the next room and did not hear the conversation. Apparently the friend is having husband trouble. He is inconsiderate and rude.

Hannah is not the least bit shy: “If my husband is rude I send him upstairs to his corner. More often than not I give him a good whipping as well.”

The friend looked at me entirely differently when I went in to make sure their wine was poured.

Sound advice I say. Now, whether the friend will take the advice or even believe it is open to question. But, as I pointed out to Hannah, a demonstration might make all the difference.