“This part is still virgin white for now.”
“Won’t that be painful?” Asked my wife.
“I expect so, but he does deserve it. There are several ways you can punish him here. You can of course, continue hand spanking him, which is part of the reason for the gloves. If he has been bad, you could get him to kneel with his chest on the floor and use the cane, but that is for serious offenses. I sometimes use a martinet which is a whip from France with many leather tails. I usually use this, however.”
I heard Mistress reach into her top drawer. “This hairbrush is perfect for the job. I give a couple of smacks on his anus and then work my way up the crack. Generally, men do not like this, but it does wonders for their behaviour. I would recommend that you do not neglect this part of the punishment.”
“I won’t. I am looking forward to watching this.” My wife announced.
It is hard to describe my feelings of embarrassment at this point, it had been bad enough just being naked but being naked with a spanked bottom and displaying all was very humiliating. There was just a touch of excitement there too.
“Let us get started. Keep those buttocks well spread or we will start all over again.”
With this the brush connected with my anus. The sting was hard to bear, although I knew what was coming it took everything not to cry out, I did let out a cry when the second stroke connected with my hole. As the brush continued its torturous journey along my crack, I became more vocal, and Mistress ignored me. When she finally put the brush down, tears were running down my face.
“We are making progress now. The lesson is being learned and we finally have a well-spanked bottom.” My Mistress announced, there were only sounds of satisfaction in her voice, I could detect no sympathy for my plight. “You could now make him stand in the corner for a few minutes to build the anticipation for the rest of the punishment. However, that would be your choice. Today we will proceed with using the tawse. Would you like to give some strokes to him?”
“Oh yes please,” my wife sounded far too eager to me.
“You need them bent over for both the tawse and the cane. We can try a few positions today but again, experiment and find what works for you. They can bend over a desk, a chair, or sofa, or you can even buy special fetish furniture specially designed for the job. That however does get a bit tricky to explain to visitors. Let us start with him just being bent over. Up you get and stand in the centre of the floor and bend over touching your toes. Off you go.” Mistress spanked my bottom hard to help me comply.
I stood where Mistress had instructed and bent over my penis who had retreated into his shell decided this was a good time to make an appearance. “See, he is enjoying this too much. We had better try harder with the tawse,” Mistress said this with relish in her voice. “Legs further apart it will help you keep balanced; we will need a nice steady target. Behave during this punishment no crying out, no hiding your bottom or reaching back. A penalty stroke will be awarded if you fail to behave. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”
“You can see how polite he is, punishment is wonderful for behaviour change. Let me get two tawses for us to use.”
I heard Mistress moving around behind me. “Here I have two medium tawse’s perfect for the job in hand. I suggest we punish him together, you one side me the other and alternate the strokes. Have you ever spanked anyone before?”
“No, this will be my first time, hopefully not the last though.” My wife gave a small laugh, inwardly I gave a small groan.
“The tawse delivers bands of pain across the bottom whilst the cane delivers lines of pain. That is why I like using them together it is a perfect combination. When you deliver a stroke, aim to land the tip of the tawse just past the centre of the far buttock, you do not want it to wrap too far around. Let me show you. Prepare yourself, no moving twelve strokes coming up.”
The first stroke was immediately delivered. Although I knew what to expect it still took my breath away. Tears started to flow again, and this was only the first stroke.
“Take your time and enjoy yourself,” Julie was speaking to my wife. I was not enjoying myself now.
There was a short wait, then a weak stroke landed. I was relieved.
“No, you need to do it a lot harder than that. That stroke does not count, please try again; it may help if you think about his misbehaviour of the last few weeks.”
It seemed unfair to repeat a stroke, but I was not in a position to argue. I did not have to wait long this time. My wife’s second stroke was fearsome. She made up for her previous attempt, tears continued to flow.
“Perfect, see you are a natural.”
The next four strokes were delivered one from the left side, followed by one from the right. I struggled to remain in position and not disgrace myself.
“Let’s change his position, over the desk with you.” Mistress announced, “again feel free to try him in different positions and choose the best one for you.”
I got myself in this more familiar position it was easier keeping still once I was over the desk, the pain is the same though. The final six of the tawse were delivered. It did indeed seem that my wife was a natural. All the strokes hurt equally, and my bottom was truly on fire at the end.
“Maybe some time in the corner for him, we can have a chat. Go and stand facing the wall, no rubbing hands on head.”
I did as instructed, relieved the punishment had stopped, for now. I was not sure how much more I could take. I tried to regain control and listened to the conversation taking place behind me. They spoke about many things to do with spanking, instruments, uniforms, and positions. Mistress then said. “Some wives use bottom worship as a tool to keep their husbands in line.”
“What do you mean?” My wife asked, curiosity in her voice.
“Make your husband kiss and worship your bottom; they should pay particular attention to your anus and the crease between your buttocks. You however give the instructions it is for your pleasure. The man is just a tool for you to use. They often find it humiliating being in this position. I would suggest they cannot use their hands, just their tongue. They have to kiss your anus and lick your crease and even push their tongue into your rear passage. From experience I can tell you it is very stimulating.”
I had dreamed of doing this for years. Despite myself, I was finding this conversation extremely exciting, and of course, this showed in the usual way.
Mistress said, “would you like to try? There is no time like the present. I will help to make sure he worships you properly?”
There was a pause. “Yes, I think so. It does sound quite exciting. What do I need to do?”
Although I dared not say anything, I was happy with my wife’s answer.
“Firstly, remove your panties and give them to me, then you adopt the same position as your husband did over the desk. The difference is that this is for your pleasure and not for punishment.”
I heard my wife moving behind me.
“Right, you,” Mistress was addressing me. “Kneel behind your wife, you are going to worship her as you have never done before. I am going to instruct you how. Any failure on your part, and I will use this riding crop, and I am sure you can guess were.” She was holding a riding crop before her, it had a nasty-looking leather tab at the business end. I did not want that contacting me, and especially not my anus as I thought my Mistress was threatening.
I have always been a bottom man; I know some men prefer legs or breasts, but for me, a woman’s bottom is a thing of beauty. I knelt behind my wife and although I have seen her bottom so many times over our marriage, being knelt behind her with her bent over the desk was extremely exciting. I could also see Mistress out of the corner of one eye.
“Right, start by kissing your wife’s bottom all over, you are worshipping her, remember.”
I did as instructed tentatively at first and then with more enthusiasm. I have done this before, but somehow this seems more stimulating. I could sense this was very stimulating for my wife she certainly smelt of arousal.
“Very good, you can be obedient. You just need the right stimulus.” Finally, I had received praise from my Mistress.
“If you could hold your buttocks apart, we can move onto the next stage.”
My wife reached behind herself as instructed and held herself apart. What a view I was offered; my wife is not shy, but she does not display herself like this normally. I could see the whole of her bottom, and her pussy which was very wet.
“You will now lick your wife along her crack starting between her vagina and her anus again; remember you are worshipping her.”
I did as I was instructed. I was in heaven. I tried to caress my wife’s crease with my tongue. Not only was I in heaven, I think my wife was too.
“You can stop now.” Reluctantly, I stopped. “Is he doing a good job?”
“I am getting some pleasure from this.” I heard my wife say, although I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Should I punish him?”
“No hold off, for now, he must try harder though.”
I was relieved and determined to try very hard.
“Finally, your wife will keep her buttocks apart. You will kiss her bottom hole as you would a lover and gradually use your tongue to breach her rear passage, gently mind you. Remember, I have my riding crop ready.”
I kissed my wife’s anus, although I have done this a few times, this was the first time I had done this just to give my wife pleasure. I kissed her gently at first and slowly invaded her with my tongue, she had a strong taste which was not wholly unpleasant, and I pushed my tongue as far inside as I could.”
“Work your tongue up and down, make love to your wife’s bottom with your tongue.”
This from my Mistress. I did my best to comply with the instruction. My wife was groaning and pushing herself back onto my face, we were both enjoying this immensely.
After a few minutes, my Mistress said. “That is enough for now. You can experiment more later.” Reluctantly I withdrew from my wife’s bottom.
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