Pizza Humiliation
Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2024 4:55 pm
Let's start with this: my wife, Jean, wears the pants in the family. In fact, if anyone is removing their pants for, say, a spanking it will be me. Yes, my wife spanks me and I'm OK with that. About a year after we were married she found it appropriate to take me over her knee and I went along with it. Not only was the spanking deserved, I had long harbored a desire for her to take charge and even had the fantasy that one day she might actually spank me.
She did and, as they say, the rest is history. Now, several years later, as much as I hate to comply I always do as instructed, stripping or taking down my pants and offering up my bare bottom for a hard, hot spanking. Don't misunderstand, I'm not a huge fan of my being spanked while it is happening, and there are often tears accompanying my apologies and pleas for leniency. Our marriage is rock solid even though it is built on top of my bare and often throbbing bottom.
Jean has developed and refined her techniques over the years and she now includes maintenance spankings as part of our regular routine. Normal, discipline, spankings hurt ... a lot ... and almost always leave me in tears and certainly regretful of whatever behavior caused the need to be spanked. Maintenance spankings also hurt, but have yet to create tears and have always been followed by some hyperactive sex that leaves us both breathless. I would continue to take my discipline if only for those maintenance spankings and their reward. But, then again, I also realize the need to submit and readily do so.
Which brings us to the main point. Jean has introduced added elements of humiliation. Case in point was a recent oversight on my part. I forgot to start dinner one night when she had a late meeting. When she got home she was less than happy. She said nothing but went upstairs for a shower and to change out of her work clothes. The silence is always a bad omen ... and when she returned with her big oval back hairbrush in hand things just got worse.
Wordlessly, she called me into the dining room as she pulled out an armless chair and sat down. She said simply, "Strip and get over my lap!" I quickly complied and still without a word she began pasting my bottom with that damned hairbrush ... no warm up ... no lecture ... no warning. It had me begging and pleading pretty quickly. But, suddenly, the spanking stopped ... way too early for her. "Hand me the phone," she said finally. I had seen she set it down on the dining table so I reached up from laying over her lap and gave it to her.
She ordered a pizza to be delivered, then just as silently as it all hard started, she resumed walloping my behind. All too quickly, now, I was in tears and apologizing. She finished and pushed me off her lap, but reached out and grasped my ear with one hand. In that manner, she led me to a corner in the living room. She never made me do corner time here as she had a specially designated "naughty corner" elsewhere. This was disconcerting.
When the doorbell rang I immediately knew why I was in this corner: I would be seen from the front door!
I pushed my face into the corner hoping to avoid recognition as my wife came to answer the door. The delivery guy said, "$16.75," and my wife said, "I need to get my purse." That devious bitch! (Yes, I'll pay for saying that, but it is what it is.) She left me on display as she leisurely retrieved her purse. Oh, it was upstairs and delivery boy and I were equally unsettled, I think.
Finally, Jean returned and handed him a $20 bill saying, "keep it." Then, as she shut the door she said to him, "Some day you'll be married." I suspect he was rather confused by that observation. We ate the pizza in front of the TV and she made me stay naked the whole time. When we finished, we went upstairs where she gave me a reminder spanking with her hairbrush and then proceeded to screw me silly.
That made me draw two conclusions. First, my wife must have been terribly excited by putting me on display and, second, I wouldn't mind forgetting to start dinner some time in the future.
She did and, as they say, the rest is history. Now, several years later, as much as I hate to comply I always do as instructed, stripping or taking down my pants and offering up my bare bottom for a hard, hot spanking. Don't misunderstand, I'm not a huge fan of my being spanked while it is happening, and there are often tears accompanying my apologies and pleas for leniency. Our marriage is rock solid even though it is built on top of my bare and often throbbing bottom.
Jean has developed and refined her techniques over the years and she now includes maintenance spankings as part of our regular routine. Normal, discipline, spankings hurt ... a lot ... and almost always leave me in tears and certainly regretful of whatever behavior caused the need to be spanked. Maintenance spankings also hurt, but have yet to create tears and have always been followed by some hyperactive sex that leaves us both breathless. I would continue to take my discipline if only for those maintenance spankings and their reward. But, then again, I also realize the need to submit and readily do so.
Which brings us to the main point. Jean has introduced added elements of humiliation. Case in point was a recent oversight on my part. I forgot to start dinner one night when she had a late meeting. When she got home she was less than happy. She said nothing but went upstairs for a shower and to change out of her work clothes. The silence is always a bad omen ... and when she returned with her big oval back hairbrush in hand things just got worse.
Wordlessly, she called me into the dining room as she pulled out an armless chair and sat down. She said simply, "Strip and get over my lap!" I quickly complied and still without a word she began pasting my bottom with that damned hairbrush ... no warm up ... no lecture ... no warning. It had me begging and pleading pretty quickly. But, suddenly, the spanking stopped ... way too early for her. "Hand me the phone," she said finally. I had seen she set it down on the dining table so I reached up from laying over her lap and gave it to her.
She ordered a pizza to be delivered, then just as silently as it all hard started, she resumed walloping my behind. All too quickly, now, I was in tears and apologizing. She finished and pushed me off her lap, but reached out and grasped my ear with one hand. In that manner, she led me to a corner in the living room. She never made me do corner time here as she had a specially designated "naughty corner" elsewhere. This was disconcerting.
When the doorbell rang I immediately knew why I was in this corner: I would be seen from the front door!
I pushed my face into the corner hoping to avoid recognition as my wife came to answer the door. The delivery guy said, "$16.75," and my wife said, "I need to get my purse." That devious bitch! (Yes, I'll pay for saying that, but it is what it is.) She left me on display as she leisurely retrieved her purse. Oh, it was upstairs and delivery boy and I were equally unsettled, I think.Finally, Jean returned and handed him a $20 bill saying, "keep it." Then, as she shut the door she said to him, "Some day you'll be married." I suspect he was rather confused by that observation. We ate the pizza in front of the TV and she made me stay naked the whole time. When we finished, we went upstairs where she gave me a reminder spanking with her hairbrush and then proceeded to screw me silly.
That made me draw two conclusions. First, my wife must have been terribly excited by putting me on display and, second, I wouldn't mind forgetting to start dinner some time in the future.
Do you practice much CFNM? Wives should feel free to display their husbands as they deem appropriate. Doesn't matter if the husband is humiliated, as long as the Wife gets her way. 