First Time On Display
Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2024 1:58 pm
This is a follow up to an early post, "Pizza Humiliation" in which I was asked if I was ever subjected to CFNM by my wife in front of her friends. This is a reply to that query.
As noted before, my wife spanks me and we are both happy with how this works in our marriage. Married guys know that they are always wrong, even when they are not, so it is just a reasonable extension of that logic. No matter what others think about it, we both believe it works for us, even though I can categorically report that I am anything but happy when my wife applies some heat to my seat.
Jean is one helluva spanker and a trip across her knee is something to be respected and feared.
When necessary (and Jean often feels it is necessary), she heightens the punishment with little acts of humiliation. For example, we may be downstairs in the kitchen and I've been made to remove everything below the waist. "I think my hairbrush is needed," she may announce and then she'll send me upstairs to fetch it. I'm not allowed to dress or cover up, so I have to rush upstairs with my bare bottom, and everything else, on display. Usually, such things happen after an initial hand spanking so it is up and down the stairs with a red, spanked bottom being displayed.
The worst display is after a spanking, well, maybe before a spanking, sometimes during one ... oh, hell!! sometimes all of those when I am made to stand in the corner like a naughty little boy. I still am unsure if I feel more exposed with just my bottom bared or completely naked. I think that whatever state I am in at the moment, is the state that then feels most exposed.
No matter what, I am always feeling very humiliated in the corner in a position that anyone would interpret as being associated with a naughty boy spanking!
And that brings up one other new Hell that my wife has employed. She has often suggested that I would have to remain in the corner ... on display ... if someone comes to the door. Oh, I'm generally in a position to be seen from outside if that were to happen. Fortunately, I never had to suffer that indignity and had generally thought it was mere teasing on her part.
Until one day not long ago.
It was my third time in the corner for this spanking session. There was the first one where I had to wait until she felt ready to spank me (she said, "to think about what I did"), then again after a hand spanking. I was sent to fetch her hairbrush and spent more time in the corner, this time with the brush in both hands behind my back. An intense hairbrush spanking ensued that, I am not too ashamed to admit, left me in tears. Back to the corner with the brush in both hands I tried to compose myself.
I had just gotten myself under control when I heard that fateful, "DING DONG" of the front doorbell. Panic set in immediately as my wife went to answer the door. "Honey!" I whispered hoarsely to her, "Let me move. PLEASE!"
She shot me an intense and angry glance. "Face to the wall!" she snapped, then added with what sounded like satisfaction, "besides, it is only Carla."
Now you have to understand that Carla is a next door neighbor and probably my wife's best friend. I have long suspected she knows I get spanked, but no one has ever said anything about it.
The door opened and I heard Carla snickering. All she said was, "Doesn't he look cute like that!"
Then, as if I wasn't there, the two of them have some iced tea and sit looking at me. Now, I say "as if I wasn't there" but that only describes their demeanor. The two women discuss me, my spanking, and the state of my naked bottom. It felt like the chat went on forever even though I know it did not. The shameful exposure then had another humiliating effect.
I felt something touch the wall and it wasn't my nose. I had gotten hard at this treatment and my wife noticed. She ordered me to turn around and both women got a full on view of my throbbing and bouncing erection. Carla snickered with glee but my wife pounced as if she was really angry. I was suddenly back across her lap, apologizing to Carla for "my disgusting display" and promising my wife it would never, ever happen again. I was reduced to tears, yet again, and when let up I was "allowed" to finish my corner time upstairs in our bedroom.
Carla left shortly after and my wife made a mad dash for the bedroom. She had her way with me as it was obvious she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience herself.
And, I did not complain one bit!
As noted before, my wife spanks me and we are both happy with how this works in our marriage. Married guys know that they are always wrong, even when they are not, so it is just a reasonable extension of that logic. No matter what others think about it, we both believe it works for us, even though I can categorically report that I am anything but happy when my wife applies some heat to my seat.
Jean is one helluva spanker and a trip across her knee is something to be respected and feared.
When necessary (and Jean often feels it is necessary), she heightens the punishment with little acts of humiliation. For example, we may be downstairs in the kitchen and I've been made to remove everything below the waist. "I think my hairbrush is needed," she may announce and then she'll send me upstairs to fetch it. I'm not allowed to dress or cover up, so I have to rush upstairs with my bare bottom, and everything else, on display. Usually, such things happen after an initial hand spanking so it is up and down the stairs with a red, spanked bottom being displayed.
The worst display is after a spanking, well, maybe before a spanking, sometimes during one ... oh, hell!! sometimes all of those when I am made to stand in the corner like a naughty little boy. I still am unsure if I feel more exposed with just my bottom bared or completely naked. I think that whatever state I am in at the moment, is the state that then feels most exposed.
No matter what, I am always feeling very humiliated in the corner in a position that anyone would interpret as being associated with a naughty boy spanking!
And that brings up one other new Hell that my wife has employed. She has often suggested that I would have to remain in the corner ... on display ... if someone comes to the door. Oh, I'm generally in a position to be seen from outside if that were to happen. Fortunately, I never had to suffer that indignity and had generally thought it was mere teasing on her part.
Until one day not long ago.
It was my third time in the corner for this spanking session. There was the first one where I had to wait until she felt ready to spank me (she said, "to think about what I did"), then again after a hand spanking. I was sent to fetch her hairbrush and spent more time in the corner, this time with the brush in both hands behind my back. An intense hairbrush spanking ensued that, I am not too ashamed to admit, left me in tears. Back to the corner with the brush in both hands I tried to compose myself.
I had just gotten myself under control when I heard that fateful, "DING DONG" of the front doorbell. Panic set in immediately as my wife went to answer the door. "Honey!" I whispered hoarsely to her, "Let me move. PLEASE!"
She shot me an intense and angry glance. "Face to the wall!" she snapped, then added with what sounded like satisfaction, "besides, it is only Carla."
Now you have to understand that Carla is a next door neighbor and probably my wife's best friend. I have long suspected she knows I get spanked, but no one has ever said anything about it.
The door opened and I heard Carla snickering. All she said was, "Doesn't he look cute like that!"
Then, as if I wasn't there, the two of them have some iced tea and sit looking at me. Now, I say "as if I wasn't there" but that only describes their demeanor. The two women discuss me, my spanking, and the state of my naked bottom. It felt like the chat went on forever even though I know it did not. The shameful exposure then had another humiliating effect.
I felt something touch the wall and it wasn't my nose. I had gotten hard at this treatment and my wife noticed. She ordered me to turn around and both women got a full on view of my throbbing and bouncing erection. Carla snickered with glee but my wife pounced as if she was really angry. I was suddenly back across her lap, apologizing to Carla for "my disgusting display" and promising my wife it would never, ever happen again. I was reduced to tears, yet again, and when let up I was "allowed" to finish my corner time upstairs in our bedroom.
Carla left shortly after and my wife made a mad dash for the bedroom. She had her way with me as it was obvious she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience herself.
And, I did not complain one bit!