Unbetitelt

And I’ll be there to be the one who introduces you 😈

If this sounds very businesslike, it was and that is why I ended up dropping it after a few months. I had just retired as a manager in a large financial services company and honestly, I was tired of weekly progress meetings and compliance reports. Doing this with my husband seemed like it would be fun on the surface but honestly, it really wasn't sexy to me.

What was sexy, however, was the idea of whipping him. We had bought a leather riding crop at a local adult store, and it made me feel all mistressy and stern to wave it around and whack his ass with it. And after I dropped the progress review idea once in a while I would still pull it out of the drawer and give him some stripes, just because the idea was hot to me.

One week I flew out to see some of my family for a week while Tom stayed home by himself becausehe was still working. At the time he was not caged permanently like he is now, but I warned him not to be touching himself. I did not allow that and it was an agreement we had for some years, caged or not.

We usually text each other at bedtime when I'm away. He texted me that he was having a hard time going to sleep, so he was touching himself for an orgasm before bed. I was annoyed and told him that he had better not be. I was kind of hoping he was joking around.

But the next night was the same thing. He told me he was having a holiday since I was gone, and he was giving himself a couple a day. Now I was getting annoyed... my husband knows that this was the one thing he promised me and that I counted on. Again, I warned him to stop.

But the next few nights were the same thing. He told me that they helped him sleep and since I wasnt there, he figured it was okay. I stopped thinking that he was joking around and began to think he was serious and I found myself becoming very upset by it.

He picked me up at the airport at the end of the week. It was a late flight, so we stopped for a quick bite and he took me home where we got undressed for bed. I noticed he was wearing his cage, but didn't think anything of it. I was tired and just collapsed into bed.

The next day he got up early and went to work. When he came home, I ordered him into the bedroom, told him to strip and stand over the bed in the maintenance position. I gave him a few minutes and walked in. He looked at me and said "Oh, you're still dressed?" I told him to be quiet because wasn't there for sex. Without any warmup I immediately started whipping his ass with my crop.

The rule is that he is to remain silent when I do this, but he was grunting and gasping as I gave him real strokes. I asked him "Did you put on your cage so I wouldn't punish you? Did you think I'd feel sorry for you?" He started to say something, but I stopped him. "No, be quiet and take it."

I changed sides to use my other arm and continued to hit him hard. I was mad, disappointed, and oddly getting aroused which made me even more annoyed because I didn't want any sex with him, at least not then.

Finally his grunts turned into yelps, so I gave him a couple more even harder and stopped. I threw the crop on the and told him to get dressed and put it away, and then get cleaned up for dinner. As I left the room, I saw the big red welts on his ass and thighs.

We had a quiet dinner watched some TV and then went to bed. He snuggled up next to me, and I remember thinking "How can he do that after I just whipped his ass hard enough to leave marks?" I pushed him over and lay in his arms, and grabbed his cage. I asked him "You didn't think putting this on would save you, did you?'

He actually laughed and said "I put this on right after you left." I was like, "What are you talking about?" He told me that he was tempted to touch himself, so he put his cage on that night. He really was just joking about giving himself daily orgasms. He promised me he wouldn't, but he thought it was funny to tease me.

I think I called him an asshole, and that he got what he deserved, but he didn't seem to mind. He thanked me for the maintenance, and I kept him locked for the next 5 or 6 months. And the next night I made sure that he thanked me properly.

After I brought her to the airport, I did my usual chores, mowed the lawn, puttered in the garage, and did the usual bachelor things, like drinking from the carton and eating over the sink from the pan I cooked in. In my evening shower I realized that I was maybe a little too tempted to do the bachelor thing, so I dug my cage out of the back of the drawer (we were on a break), and put it on. I was already in bed when she texted goodnight, so I teased her a bit. My brain is really stuck in teenager mode.

I continued to tease her the rest of the week, not thinking that she would take it seriously. And for my part, it had been a few months since I was caged, and it felt comfortable to wear it again. When I picked her up, it really was late, and she was definitely tired from the flight.

I usually get up quite a bit before her, make coffee, and get ready for work. She was still in bed when I left, so I was very pleasantly surprised when I got home, thinking that she was happy to see me after a week away.

That made it all the more surprising when she laid right into me. I turned to look at her and she pushed me back and kept hitting. When she said something about me being caged, the light bulb went off. I started to say something, but she told me to be quiet and for the first time, really made it hurt.

Afterward, I was sore but horny. I was hoping that she would be in the mood for a little action, but she just tossed the riding crop at me and went back into the kitchen.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. We had dinner, got caught up on affairs, and watched some TV before bed. After I got undressed she touched my ass briefly, noticing the welts. We got settled in bed and I again explained what happened. I said that I kind of missed her, and wearing the cage made me miss her more. She told me that she was actually glad to see me back in the cage because she missed it as well.

She didn't know if she should be sorry or not about caning me, but I told her it was freaking hot and I was pretty happy. Then she told me that I was going to make it up to her, and she was soon asleep.

I got my first spanking when my wife lasted me for the first time for 4 months without orgasm chaste. She had promised me 2 orgasms within the next 2 months and I had the constantly urge to know, when I would be allowed to cum. I wanted to have a fixed appointment and annoyed her almost every day. One evening, when she came home quite exhausted after a very hard working week, I asked again when I could cum. Annoyed she murmured to me. If you were a little boy, I would now spank your bare butt. And I whispered, then do it.

Did you just say, then do it? Did you say that?

Now my wife Anke really got into the rage and prevailed me: down with the clothes, off to the living room and bent over the armrest of the couch !!! I was totally surprised by her outbreak. I didn't know her that way. She never loses control and is always very controlled. I quickly did it, pulled out naked, and leaned over the armrest so that my butt formed the highest point.

What happens here now, I wondered? Will my wife really spank my naked butt, me an adult man? I felt small, somehow humiliated. At the same time, I felt my cock twitched in the cage. I was excited. What is going on here in you, I wondered. During that I heard my wife rumbling in the kitchen. Then she came back. She was still in her business clothes and I heard the Klack Klack of her shoes.

I will give you to constantly annoy myself, she blunted me and hit my butt violently with her hand. Then she reached to one of the wooden spoons she had brought from the kitchen, because she quickly noticed that her hand hurted just as much as my butt. She was now increasingly struck and I quickly realized that it was not fun. When she changed from the wooden spoon to one of hard plastic, I could hardly endure the pain and begged her to stop:

I will never ask again when my next orgasm will be, I whined.

You will definitely not be anymore, she said and continued. She held my hands so that I couldn't escape.. She now hit my thighs and I was whining very loudly.

Hold your mouth and take it like a man, you Whimp! I don't want to hear any sound from you !!! she screamed at me. That was the point where I realized that I had to go through it now. I bit my teeth together. My wife seemed like in intoxication. Beat after beat hit my ass cheeks, which burned like fire. Then suddenly, it was over.

Ah, that was good, really good, I heard my wife say. I groaned relieved, but painful.

This was followed by a short break in which my wife was aware that my butt was deep tomato red and my thighs were covered with wide stripes.

Oh, what did I do? My poor darling, I didn't want that at all, she was whining. She took me in her arms, and again said, I didn't want that. I left all of my frustration and anger from the office on you, my poor sweetheart. Please forgive me, I quickly get something to cool. My god, your butt is completely red and swollen.

No, stay here, I said. It was right what you did. You came home tired, frustrated and exhausted and I have not prepared dinner, do not expect you with a cool glass of wine, but just want to know when I can cum. This cannot be forgotten, I deserve to be punished like this. And, even if it sounds strange to you now, somehow I liked it. I felt humiliated when I stripped naked. Then, when I waited for you, I felt a strong excitement. And when you screamed at me, I should accept it like a man, I suddenly wanted to be strong despite the pain. wanted to show you that I am a man and although of my still burning ass, I'm proud, that I've taken it without crying from that point on. And let me tell you, I know now I have to try harder, I have to care more about your needs, your well-being. I've earned this lesson and realized that you are important, not my cock. I have to ask for your forgiveness, not you. I think I need a lesson like this regularly. I like being naked and at your mercy.

You mean I should spank your bottom regularly? Anke asked.

Maybe not quite as much, I answered, but still painful. Maybe it will help you release some of the constant anger and frustration in your job, and maybe it will give me the feeling that you're not just my keyholder, but my overall mistress.

I'll have to think about that first, Anke replied. I don't want to spank you for no reason, and frustration at work shouldn't be a reason. But I have to admit that spanking you also aroused me.

Afterwards, we had wonderful cuddle sex and I licked Anke to several orgasms. Of course, I wasn't allowed to cum; instead, one of the two remaining orgasms was taken away from me.

And I’ll be there to be the one who introduces you 😈