Hubby Humiliation
Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2024 2:47 am
A few things to note about me and my husband. First, we have both had a lot of fantasies about being embarrassed naked in various situations. Also, my husband is a wuss. He can be physically strong when moving furniture and such, but on the whole, he is very out of shape and not really strong. I am by no means a dominant person either. We are both very submissive by nature.
All that being said, my husband had been irritating me for a few weeks. You know how sometimes, your significant other just gets on your nerves with their normal little quirks? You just become hypersensitive to it at times? Well this was one of those times and I finally had enough.
We live alone, so sometimes we will walk across the house naked to get something from a clothes basket after a shower. He was doing just that when he yelled across the house asking why I hadn't put the clothes away yet.
That was it. I stormed into the hall, grabbed his arm and started pulling/pushing him down the hall. Before he could even ask what I was doing, I opened the front door, gave him a hard shove, and slammed the door closed behind him, locking it.
He looked at me through the window in the door, trying to cover with his arms and hands. He pleaded with me to let him back in, but I just smiled and waved. I told him to try the back door knowing he would have to run across the front yard to go through our back gate (short chain link fence, not privacy).
All that being said, my husband had been irritating me for a few weeks. You know how sometimes, your significant other just gets on your nerves with their normal little quirks? You just become hypersensitive to it at times? Well this was one of those times and I finally had enough.
We live alone, so sometimes we will walk across the house naked to get something from a clothes basket after a shower. He was doing just that when he yelled across the house asking why I hadn't put the clothes away yet.
That was it. I stormed into the hall, grabbed his arm and started pulling/pushing him down the hall. Before he could even ask what I was doing, I opened the front door, gave him a hard shove, and slammed the door closed behind him, locking it.
He looked at me through the window in the door, trying to cover with his arms and hands. He pleaded with me to let him back in, but I just smiled and waved. I told him to try the back door knowing he would have to run across the front yard to go through our back gate (short chain link fence, not privacy).