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Saturday, 10 November 2012

Sunday Spanklet - Anticipation


Spanklet  (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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I am due to travel on business for a few days, so yesterday  my wife decided I should receive a maintenance spanking.    

You need to drive away from here with a sore bottom, she said, to remind you to concentrate on your work and so that you know who is boss round here.

We had no social engagements this weekend. Both of us had paperwork to catch up on and I had a list of cleaning jobs as long as your arm. After a snack lunch my wife suggested a quickie in the bedroom. I gave her an orgasm or two and she encouraged me through a hand job.For a while afterwards we lay in bed allowing ourselves an hour of "us time".

We talked about our recent spanking activities and how much she was enjoying my attentive behaviour. She suggested that maybe 50 strokes with 3 implements would be good maintenance and that it could take place that evening.

After closing the house down for the night I showered, whilst my wife removed her make up and then dressed me in the punishment panties, which she took from the drawer and pulled up my legs. I went to the blanket chest and unlocked it. She stood over me as I took out the implements as directed, the long paddle, the crop and the stiff cane.

I followed her back to our bedroom and laid the instruments on the bed. 

Whilst she read a book for half an hour or so, she left me standing with my nose pressed against the wall, hands on my head and with my back to her.

I eventually heard her give a sigh and close the book, giving the impression that it was too much trouble to rise from the bed and deal with me. I felt myself stiffen and my tummy churned over as she came up behind me. With a gentle erotic touch she stroked her sharp fingernails up and down my body, teasing and then scratching.




She lingered over my bottom, letting her fingers run over my cheeks and then between my legs to grab and pull at my penis and the balls that were trapped in the tight silk pants.

 I was groaning with the pleasure and pushing  my bottom out, seeking a continuation of the sensuous pleasure before the pain that was surely coming my way.

"Go and bend over," she whispered.

1 comment:

  1. I was so hoping to read the details of your discipline.You have each other right where you both want to be. I've been following your blog for a while now,but I missed lurkers 7.Just wanted to say hi.

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