Owning up - part 2

I was in the kitchen, standing in front of my wife early on Saturday afternoon, apologising for general naughtiness and waiting with a pair of panties over my head, for what might come next.

 I knew it would be painful. 

She was definitely annoyed. She had not humiliated me with placing knickers over my face for quite some time. 

Our kitchen table has an assortment of seats. There is a bench at the back, some chairs at the front and two low stools at the end. At various times I have found myself bent over most of them, including the table top.

- Pull out the stool and sit on it with your hands behind you.    

Her tone of voice was sharp.

I did as I was told gripping one wrist with the fingers of my other hand. I was stiff with excitement and submission, but not really erect.

- Spread your legs apart and sit still. I think I will try a new toy.

I heard her go off and then felt the tips of her fingers on my chest.

- I read about this a while ago but I forgot to try it out. This seems like the perfect opportunity.

I could just about see through the thin cotton of the panties, even though they covered my eyes, and I watched her manipulate a wooden clothes peg. When she closed it over my right nipple I nearly jumped with the pain. It was excruciating and I had barely taken it what she had done when she clamped another peg over the left nipple. 

I moaned a bit but there was nothing I could think of saying.  I was too absorbed with the pain which did not dull. I could feel my face stretched with the shock.

- Oh my. It looks as though I’ve found something which really hurts. Is that sore?

I could only nod agreement because if I had opened my mouth I might have sworn out loud .

- How useful is that. It makes a nice change to see you suffer properly because you seem to enjoy having your bottom smacked, no matter how hard I do it.

 She pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down facing me.

- Now then, I can sit here all day. Have I got your full attention?

- Yes ma’am,  

 Still that damnable pain would not go away.

- Good so let’s start.

She laid the tab of the crop on the top of one thigh and began to tap, tap, tap away. She scolded me as she slapped harder and moved the crop across to the other leg. Then she hit me between my thighs. My penis was flat now and my testicles hung over the top of the stool in plain view. She hit me there time and again quite hard and I flinched and shuffled around. For a moment I forgot the clamps on my nipples.

- So this is another area where I seem to get through to you.

I nodded. The pain was translating into that sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when your balls are hit.

- No more panties without permission.

- No ma’am

- No more wanking without permission?

- No,ma’am.

- Total obedience from now on?

- Yes ma’am.

I heard the chair scrape on the floor and saw my wife stand up in front of me. She moved to the side and cropped the bare cheeks of my bottom.

- This stool is awfully handy, she said. I can reach all the good bits. 

The whip cracked against my bottom a few more times.

She yanked at a clothes peg, not enough to pull it off but sufficiently hard to make me cry out.

- These are clips so useful. I think I will keep some handy all the time or get you to carry them in your pocket. That way I can remind you who is boss anytime, anywhere.

Coming up to stand close behind me I could feel her body press against my back. She told me to spread my feet further apart and then struck. The crop whizzed across the front of one leg in a diagonal stroke down the inside of my thigh and I jumped. 

Laughing at me she continued the whipping. All I could hear was a whizz and then a slap as she hit me time after time. She must have transferred the crop to the other hand because the whip hit my left thigh hard.

She bent further  forward  over my back and I could feel her breasts on my shoulder blade. As if to humiliate me further she rubbed the panties on top of my head.

- Is that nice you bad boy? Do you like have knickers on your head and your Mistress whipping you?

- Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.

- Maybe we should try the whip here.

The end of the crop tapped against my penis.

- Hold it up for me so I can get at the right place.

With the fingers of one hand I held the end of my semi erection at the tip and pulled it vertically. 
The crop came whizzing down across my front so that the tab wrapped around the base of my prick. She altered her swing a little and the next stroke landed with the hard length of the crop slap against my stiffening shaft. I yelped aloud.

- Count the strokes to 20

- One, ma’am.

- Louder. 

- Two, ma'am

Slowly and carefully she criss- crossed the whip against me. Once or twice I let go of the end of my penis. She waited patiently whilst I rearranged myself, giving me some slaps on my thighs to hurry me up.

By the time I had breathlessly counted to twenty my prick was blazing hot.

- Stand up, she commanded.

I rose to my feet, wobbling a bit on my legs.

- Bend over with one hand on the stool and one hand on your cock.

As I got into position she cracked the whip against my legs a couple of times.

- Now wank while I thrash you. The quicker you come the less of a whipping you will get.

I t was difficult getting my balance and even more difficult getting my sore prick stimulated. My wife offered some encouragement with her words telling me what a naughty boy I was and then started to whip my bottom fairly hard. I closed my eyes and worked as fast as I could. The stinging strokes covered every part of my bare bottom. It took an age to get stiff and many strokes landed before I felt that I might keep the erection.

I pictured in my head what the scene looked like. Me, with the pink and blue knickers on my head, clothes pegs dropping down from my nipples as I bent over and  my wife wielding the crop on a red bottom. I pumped harder as the strokes fell faster and my wife scolded and chided me.

As the heat rose in my rear so the pressure built up in my head and I felt myself to be on the verge. Observing the protocol, I asked my wife if I could orgasm?

= Hold it, hold it. She whipped my the back of my legs ferociously

-I can’t.

- All right, she said after another 5 strokes, come now.

The whipping ceased as I released myself. The cum dripped onto the top of the stool and I stood there legs trembling and mind buzzing..

- Thank you ma’am.

I heard the crop rattle down on the table top.

 - I hope you learned your lesson. Now kneel down and lick the stool clean and the tidy everything away.

She pulled the panties from my head.

Wash these by hand and when they are dry put them back in my drawer. And don’t touch my things again.

- Can I take off the pegs ma’am.

- No leave them on and go and stand in the corner of the bedroom. Give you time to think about improving yourself.

My wife left me to consider my faults for nearly an hour. 

It was still early in the afternoon and I had a raft of chores to be getting on with. I was easily sidetracked when she appeared in the bedroom and stripped off. Calling me from my place in the corner she directed my attention to her neatly shaved pussy and I settled down to pleasure her. As I sucked and kissed her lips I considered how fortunate I am to have such an inventive partner.