A Memorable Evening for the Wife and Husband

My wife has always been a bit nervous about my bondage fetish. Over the past few years, she’s let me have my way with her. But tonight? She really went all out. When I walked in, there she was on the couch wearing her favorite leather outfit. Right in the middle of the living room floor sat three ace wraps and a long-handled wooden shower brush. “Take those clothes off,” she commanded.

She grabbed one of the ace wraps and bound my right arm, pushing my forearm against my bicep. She did the same to my left arm with another wrap. I’ve never been tied quite this securely before. Next, she ordered me onto my knees and elbows; the hard wood floor dug into them. Then came another wrap for her ankles. After that, she told me to lift my feet up, which put pressure on the points of my knees and elbows—essentially putting me in a four-point stance.

She kicked back onto the couch and rested her legs across my back, turning me into her footstool! I asked how long I had to stay like that. Without saying a word, she shoved her panties into my mouth and secured them with a piece of duct tape over it. She sat back down, crossed her legs again over my back, and turned on the TV.

It only took a few minutes before I let my feet touch the floor. No warning at all! The shower brush connected with my bare bottom. Swat after swat landed until I realized I needed to get back into position. Once I did, the spanking stopped. But holding that pose was incredibly difficult. I was sweating and shaking uncontrollably.

Just when I thought I couldn’t hold it anymore, she reached down and loosened the wraps. “Stand up,” she said, then told me to grab my ankles so she could tie them together. She ripped off the duct tape and pulled out the panty gag. Then came her announcement: “I have a new game.” Since I struggled in that position, punishment was coming. Specifically, 25 swats per cheek.

Here’s the catch: I had to count each one. When she hit my right cheek, I’d start counting from one; same for the left. She alternated cheeks for the first six swats. Then she focused on the right side until the count reached twelve. When she switched back to the left, I lost track. I thought it was seven when in reality she had only given me six.

So she started over on the left cheek. I honestly lost count of how many times I lost count! Finally, she shoved those panties back into my mouth and continued paddling until I was screaming against the gag. Now I’m kneeling before her while she has her laptop resting on her lap, typing this up for you all to see.

Apparently, there are some sentence structure issues with what I just wrote that will also lead to punishment. But honestly? I am the luckiest guy in the world!