So that's it . Holiday over. I began this post whilst on the terrace of our holiday rental house, sipping a coffee, but have had to finish it off in grey old England.
Yesterday we explored a mountain town with Roman and Moorish roots. It was hot but we enjoyed a cool break in a traditional Spanish cafe. We decided to have lunch on the road back home at a restaurant we had spotted on the way. . My wife had a few glasses of wine and I had a single beer. We were back at the rental house by 6 ish and we were not due to go out out for dinner until much later on .
We both knew what was going to happen. My wife had alluded to a session during the coffee break that morning, saying she couldn't wait to turn my bottom red,
Once in the house my wife asked to see what instruments I could offer her to punish me with, so I recovered the garden cane and the long length of irrigation tube that I had cut down to a metre length.We had used just such a tube at home so she was not surprised to see it and laughed at my ingenuity. I went to a drawer where I had hidden the long olive wood basting spoon. She liked that a lot and smacked the back of her legs , below her shorts, once or twice. "Hmm," she said, " that is just the job for a naughty boy."
She whacked the plastic tube hard on a cushion and it gave a satisfying whump noise. She thought the cane might break, as they sometimes, do so she would use it carefully.
I was sent for a swim whilst she arranged things.
When she called me from the front of the terrace she was holding the long wooden spoon . She was gorgeously nude except for the smallest of white cotton thongs, the type of underwear you would put on under a summer skirt. She looked like a true goddess.
She wagged a finger at me and pulled me through the sliding doorway into the cool living room.There was a kitchen chair in the middle of the room and when she had sat down I had my wet trunks pulled off and they formed a puddle on the marble floor. I was over her lap in seconds.
"This is just a warm up," she scolded me. "I intend to take my time with your punishment."
I stiffened on her lap with the sense of anticipation.
She spanked and spanked and spanked. My cold bottom was very soon extremely hot. Counting the spanks was both unnecessary and impossible. I squirmed and squealed with the stinging smacks, promising that I would be definitely good in the future.
When she was done I was pushed from her knees and stood in front of her.
She got up. "You're not the only to have surprises," she said. She held up a length of elastic cord. "I brought this with me. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
In a few quick movements she had bound my wrists together quite tightly.
She pulled me through to the bedroom and bent me over the corner of the bed.
"Spread your legs apart." so I did.
"How many demerits do you have?"
"Twenty six Miss." I admitted.
"It's Ma'am, not Miss." She spanked me with her hand. "So we will double that because it is the holidays."
I felt the end of the plastic tube run up and down my bottom. For those of you haven't tried it this can be a severe caning implement. It is less flexible than a cane and yet it has some springiness to it which transmits a very strong line of pain when it lands on your naked butt.
The demerit punishment started slowly but then as my wife got the distance and her aim she let fly with a flurry of strokes. I lost count within seconds but she paid no heed to my count anyway. She used the rod like a woman possessed and I was in sub space in only a few seconds. I moaned with the pleasure of the pain. The fact that my wrists were tied added to my sense of submission.
She whipped me hard and it was well more than fifty two strokes before she stopped.
"Climb further up the bed."
I wiggled myself forward on my face using me knees to propel me.
I did this with some difficulty but eventually I was on my back, arms trapped below me and staring up at her smiling face.
She smiled as she slowly pulled of the thin panties. Then she bent forwrad and rolled them up over my feet and ankles.
"It's very naughty that you like wearing panties but this is a holiday treat. "
The panties were stretched to breaking as I raised my hips and she pulled them over my cock. There was plenty of testicle and prick bulging out. the feeling of tightness was exciting as was the penetration of the string up between my cheeks.
She left the room and came back with the garden cane.
"Time for some fun." She cracked the cane over the front of my thighs and I thrust up with eagerness for the taste of pain.
She stood over me naked and trimmed and then knelt on the edge of the bed and swung herself over to straddle my face. Her cool labia rested on my lips and I began to lick as she started the cock whipping.
I groaned appreciation as she rocked backwards and forward and landed the cane across my bulging prick and balls. she altered the pattern of the strokes and whipped the tops of my kegs. I increased the pace of my licks and tongue pushing in appreciation. As she moved she slid forward and my tongue travelled over her perineum and into her anus. I forced my tongue in as deep as I could.
"You're a naughty , naughty boy, wearing girls knickers and kissing my arse." she cried out, as she continued the whipping, riding me like she would a horse, lifting her hips and sliding backwards and forwards across my face.
"Ride me, whip me.", I uttered as I caught my breath. I pushed my hips up to meet the cane.
My wife was lathered with her juice and my saliva. I wanted this afternoon to go on forever.
After a time her legs got tired with the strain of keeping her hips above me and she stopped and rolled off to one side.
"Turn over and kneel up.". I struggled and she had to push my shoulders to help me upright into position. I looked down at her body full of wonder at how I had married this woman who so understood my submission and fantasies.
"You do look silly in those knickers."
Do you want me to fuck your bum like a girl?
"Yes please Ma'am."
"Well maybe if you're a good boy when we get home I will, but now I want to come and you had better work hard. Twist around."
She untied the rope and I got into position to start the cunnilingus finale.
I took it very slowly, teasing her with tongue tip licking until she tapped my head hard with her fingertips and told me to get on with it. Her legs opened wider and she bucked her hips to grind her mons against my mouth. It did not take long to get to the first orgasm and then the next and the next.
After ten very "ooh aah, stop, don't stop,yes, yes "orgasms she cried "enough" and we both lay back on the bed exhausted, hot and sticky with fluids.
"Good job." she said. "Is your bum feeling OK?"
"Good and hot, thank you Ma'am".
"Well you can wank when we get home tonight." She twanged the elastic of the thong panties against my hip.
"And you can keep those on tonight, to remind you who is the boss.".
We dozed for an hour and then showered and went off for a meal with our friends from the beach. We drank a lot and came home by taxi.
A perfect end to a great holiday. Now back to vote in the Great British neverendum.