Subby Hubbies

“All clothes off,” she said, as she walked toward their bed.

Kevin obeyed. It occurred to him that had he obeyed earlier, he wouldn’t be about to take a spanking. She had warned him, back at the restaurant.

Once he was bare-bottomed, the man bent over the bed as Beth prepared to bust his trembling backside. But first, she moved toward his head. The naked bar of soap was placed in his mouth, instantly making the man want to gag.

It tasted awful! Kevin tried not to let his tongue rest on the bar, but it was impossible to avoid.

“I’m sorry,” he said. The words were jumbled as the soap made talking extremely difficult. Beth understood him though, and caught sight of the tear that streamed down the defeated husband’s cheek.

“I imagine you are,” she said as she moved back toward his bottom and took her position. “But not as sorry as you’re going to be.” The paddle collided with Kevin’s rump with a painful sting that only caused more tears to fall.

“So disappointed,” Beth reiterated between swats. […]

The taste of the soap was unbearable. The burning smacks from the wood were even worse. Kevin sobbed even louder, crying even harder, causing him to get an even larger dose of the horrific ivory bar that rested in his exhausted mouth.

The last few swats were the hardest, truly testing the naughty husband’s resolve. Once the spanking was over, Kevin was made to stand in the center of their room, on display for his wife to inspect. His arms were up, his hands behind his head. Naked, save for the cock cage that adorned his long-denied member, he was quite the sight with the soap still in his mouth. He was still sniffling, ashamed of himself and his situation.