Daddy Needs a Spanking

Finally, the kids are in bed and fast asleep. After coming home from a long tiring day at the office, I spend a further two hours trying to talk some sense into my rebellious teenage son. But now all is quiet and I finally get up from next to my younger daughter’s bed and head straight for the shower to wash away a days’ worth of stress.

I slowly make my way down the hall to our bedroom. The room is dim with only the flickering of the light of the TV. My wife is unusually all smiles in bed, sipping on some red wine while watching TV alone in our room. The only noise in the house is the faint chatter coming from the TV. As I pass by, she looks at me with one of those flirty smiles, as though she is hiding something. Her silhouette glows in the light of the TV. Her toned legs are covered by the blue fleece blanket, while her nipples lightly poke though the satin nightdress, as her breasts distort the natural flow of the material, in such a way that I could tell she is not wearing a bra. I catch a faint scent of perfumes. Usually that alone would drive me wild, but not tonight, I am far too tired.

I consider my wife to be gorgeous, even after giving birth to three kids, she is still very fit, with curvy hips, and breasts that, while are not too big compared to the ones seen on magazines, are still high up on her chest, very firm and most of all, perky. Her long brown hair matches her big brown eyes. But it is not just her beauty that still holds me captive. She is bright and affirmative, while at the same time sensitive and caring. She really has no business being with me. However, for some reason, she has been willing and happy to put up with me for the past 14 years of marriage.

‘I am going to take a shower,” I say flatly as I pass by our bed.

Without even looking for acknowledgement, I walk around the corner, open the shower door of our en-suite bathroom and turn on the water. Clumsily, I remove my clothes and throw them into a dejected heap in the corner. The hot shower feels good. Instantly, the day was washed away from me and I start to feel rejuvenated. After hoping out of the warm shower, my body bathed in the cool air, I begin to dry off with soft brown towel, and was almost done when she calls me from the bedroom.

“Just a second”, I said as I wrapped the towel around my waist.

I walked into the bedroom and instantly notice that the bedroom door to the hall was closed and she was no longer lying under the covers, but rather sitting at the foot of the bed, with one of our oversized pillows placed right beside her. She had removed her night clothes and now only wore a black push-up bra and a pair of lace G-string type panties. Her soft silky legs dangling down the side of the bed. I stood there for a second, a little befuddled, but then headed for the dresser to put on some clothes on, still coming to terms with this new unexpected turn of events.

“Did I tell you to get dressed?” she asks before I open the drawer, “No,” answering her own question. “I told you to come here!”

Startled, I turned around and walked over to her. My body is now beginning to get cold as the heat of the shower begins to wear off.

“Stand here,” she says, pointing to the floor in front of her.

As I begin to reposition myself in front of her, I take a deep breath and sigh, “What?”, in half an exasperated fashion.

“Now,” she says with a raised eyebrow and a slight head nod for emphasis.

“You always wanted me to do some kinky stuff, right? Well, I have decided that you have exercised your authority well enough, for today,” she says in a firm voice, referring to my previous debate with my elder son.

“It is time to surrender your authority and submit to my demands,” she says.

Immediately, my emotions hit the roller coaster as I begin to realize that she has cooked up some kinky surprise for the night. During our first 10 years of marriage, we always enjoyed plain old vanilla sex, however, it was only four years ago that I suggested we take it up a notch and introduce some kinky stuff. She was rather reluctant at first, but, after several discussions, she realized that what I had in mind was playful consensual bondage, not her childhood impression of sexual abuse.

She pauses for a moment and then demands, “Now turn around.”

I immediately comply and turn around to face away from her so that my rearend is practically staring her in the face, had it not been for the towel I am wearing. She next demands that I put my hands behind my back. As I do so, I could feel the soft smooth texture of one of my office neckties, being used to tie my hands together. By now, my hormones have gone off the charts, and I could feel my manhood coming to life and raising the towel in front of me, as she ensures that my hands are secured together.

Before I could grasp what her next move will be, I feel the towel being ripped off me in one single whoosh. Even though I tried to initially hide my excitement, my organ has now given me away, as blood continues to rush to this part of my body and forces it into a full erection.

With both hands, she grabs both of my butt cheeks and gives them a firm squeeze as though they are some stress relief toy you would find at the office. With the effort of the squeeze, she releases a slight moan, indicating that she is really enjoying fondling my rearend. Next she stands up beside me and turns me towards the bed where the extra-large pillow is located.

“Lie down over the pillow,” she demands.

I hesitate and say, “Do I have to, dear?” But before I could finish the sentence, she immediately interrupts me and says, “Yes you do, …and from now on you will call me Ma’am!”

I crawl on the bed with one knee first and then fall over the pillow, unable to break my fall with my hands. As I do so, she is quickly to grab my dick from behind and pulls it away, so as not to let it get trapped between my belly and the pillow. Content that I am now lying helpless on the bed, with my butt up in the air and my face pressing against the sheets, she parts my legs away from each other to ensure an unobstructed view of my intimates, while my super hard manhood points straight down, unable to spring back towards my belly with the pillow.

At this point, my heart rate has doubled and my excitement has gone from zero to hundred in a matter of minutes. I could feel the cold air flowing over my vulnerably exposed family jewels, but there is little I could do to take back control. This feeling of helplessness is what drives my excitement to this unprecedented level.

“You know I love you,” she says. “This punishment is to ensure that you remember that even though you are the father of my children, your body belongs to me!”

Remembering her request to call her ma’am, I reply to her: “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” she says.

“I might be a bit more lenient than previously planned if you continue to behave like this,” she continues as she gets up from the bed and walks over to her drawer. From there she retrieves a mini sized leather whipping crop that I had purchased online, approximately the size of a standard 30cm ruler. At the end of the whip is a flexible rubber bit that extends a further six or seven centimeters.

She walks back and climbs onto the bed, kneeling on my right side and facing southbound, towards the foot of the bed. She holds the whip in her right hand and glides it over my back and down my butt cheeks. As she does so, she leans over and with her left hand reaches around for my shaft, grabbing it and pulling it slightly back so that it is more or less at the eight o’clock position. This sends a shiver down my back as I feel my full erection being stretched backwards to its limit, hoping she will not go any further.

But before I can continue to register the angle of stretch, I hear the whoosh of the whip and the crisp sound against my bottom. She has positioned herself well so that the whip would strike my bottom parallel to my butt crack, thus allowing the flexible tip of the whip to curl around and deliver its sting to the lower side of my cheeks, right next to my perineum.

This first strike was unexpected and causes my entire lower body to jolt inwards as though to absorb some of the energy. But it is futile as she now starts to swing the whip in an alternating manner, using her wrist as a pivot and seemingly matching the natural resonant frequency of the whip. This results in a tapping motion with each strike delivering its sting to my exposed bottom. While keeping up this rhythm, she moves from one cheek to the other, ensuring an even coverage of both cheeks, with some of the strikes landing exactly on my butt crack and delivering the sting to my perineum just a centimeter short of the base of my testicles. It is pretty obvious she has quickly mastered the technique and delivers the strikes with pinpoint accuracy.

I can now start to feel a general burning sensation throughout, as my ass starts to glow with the multiple strikes, probably reaching fifty or so. But my excitement never subsides as my dick remains firmly locked in her left hand, with the occasional up and down stroke to ensure the stinging pain does not deter my attention.

I wriggle my butt as the mixed emotions of pain and excitement storm my brain, with half of it wanting her to stop, while the other begging for more. However, she suddenly decides to halt the oscillating whip, and put it down beside her. Even though the strikes have stopped, I can still feel my nerve endings reacting to what seems like phantom strikes, as though they are unable to be reset back to the default state. My bottom must now be glowing like a ripe tomato and while my body has now cooled off from the initial shower, my bottom is radiating more heat than the hot water itself.

She glides her hands over my rosy butt as though enjoying the radiating heat. “Poor bottom, mommy must take care of it,” she says, while massaging it.

To this, she starts to shower it in soft kisses, just like a mum would do to cure the pain of a toddler who has just fallen over. Her fingers glide down my perineum and onto my testicles, carefully massaging them too, as I start to squirm again with excitement.

Just as I was thinking that a happy ending is in sight, she picks up the whip again and approaches my bottom. As I started to think to myself, ”haven’t we done this already,” I realize that she has something else up her sleeve. Using her left hand, she grabs hold of my right butt cheek and pulls it away to the side, parting the groove between my buttocks and exposing my intimate freckle. I feel the cold air reach in and immediately realize what’s coming next.

She glides the tip of the whip across, sending a shiver down my spine and then, using the same rhythm as before, she starts to swing the whip, this time allowing just the flexible tip to strike my ham flower. Lucky for me, she uses less force. Never the less, each strike cause my buttocks to tighten and attempt to clasp back together. But it was futile, as my vulnerable position was working against me, and I was exposed no matter how much I tried close up the ridge. I must admit, the nerve ending in that area seem intricately connected to my manhood, as every strike sent a wave of excitement right up my shaft as though they are one and the same.

After about twenty strikes, she moves over from my side to position herself directly behind me, just like an artist would take a step back to admire their masterpiece. I could sense she was feeling proud and content with her performance of bringing my most intimates to a flaming hot red. As she focused on the result, she once again switches roles from a mistress to a mommy.

“Poor bottom, you must be really sore, mommy will give you some TLC to make you feel better,” she said.

With this, she proceeds to undo her bra, and release her soft tender double lattes from their restraints. She bends over forward on all fours and starts to brush her hanging breasts against my buttocks. I could feel the softness as they pressed and hugged my sore bottom. It was a very pleasant feeling after the punishment they had just received. She also ensured that her perky nipples kissed my sore anus as she glided several times over to ensure full contact. I must admit, never did such contact feel so welcome, and I could now start to feel that I could no longer handle the excitement as my manhood started to drip pre-cum onto the sheets.

However, little did I know that there was one last item on her bucket list. Once again, she walks over to the drawer and retrieves three plastic clothing pegs, the ones with the spring at the center. Standing at the foot of the bed behind me, she pauses, to analyse my sore bottom. Then, as if like a predator that located its prey, she moves in and with one hand gently pinches my perineum and attaches one of the clothes pegs. The pressure exerted by the peg immediately rekindles the love-hate relationship I was experiencing with pain. Next, she locates another spot, this time just behind my scrotum, pulling on it and attaching the second peg. The third and final peg was left for my recovering anus, as she managed to find a stretch of flesh at its side onto which she attached it, with its plastic edge poking into the center.

I start to think to myself, where on earth did she get these exotic carnal ideas? She must have put some series effort in researching kinky stuff from some of the few links I had sent her in the past. But I must admit, this unexpected revelation is what is what is fueling most of my excitement.

The stretching of this area of flesh by these three pegs was really pushing my excitement to the point of no return, as I could feel them tugging from one side to the other, every time I twitched with excitement. Finally, she grabs hold of my desperate manhood and starts milking me like an automated dairy pump. It was not long before I reach detonation point, and explode into spasms of ecstasy as my warm cream spurts into her other hand which is cupped right below my penis. My entire body erupts in convulsions, as wave after wave flowed through my intimates, until my two tanks were completely empty and devoid of both juice and energy.

When she finally sees that there was nothing more to extract, she lays back with a smile on her face, happy to finally see the fruit of her efforts in her hand. She grabs hold of my towel and wipes her hands, as I simply lay there, limp and wasted as though sedated by a tranquilizer dart.

“Now it’s my turn,” she says excitingly. “Turn over!”

At this request, I gather up my last reserves of energy and flip myself over and away from the pillow. My back finally stretches back into a straight position as I release a sigh of relief. As I lay there, face up on the bed with my hands still tied behind my back, she chucks the pillow off the bed, removes her panties and climbs onto me, positioning herself so that her wet pussy was right above my face. I knew instantly that she was about to hump my face, as she lowers her engorged lips right into my mouth. The taste of her love juice was delicious with a very slight touch of saltiness. She moves her hips in a hypnotic rhythm as I feel her sweet spot grind against my entire face, oozing what seems like liters of juice into my mouth and nostrils. As I watch her move from below, I could see the silhouette of her perfectly toned breasts bounce up and down with each rhythm as her nicely trimmed bush moves in and out of my view.

This sight will probably be etched into my mind for the rest of my life as I think to myself how lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife.

Soon, this thought was interrupted by a large moan, as she explodes into what must be one of her most intense orgasms. Her body grinds deeper into my face as the rhythmic humping turns into shivers of uncontrollable spasms. For a moment, I thought that the kids must have heard her, and would soon be knocking on our door, but my attention soon returns to her glowing body as she falls forward on all fours and presses her belly onto my forehead.

She lays there for the next minute, gasping for breath while still moaning slightly as her body recovers from the intense orgasm. Once she gains control over her body, she falls over to my side and looks at me with a smile that instantly takes me back to our wedding day, when she looked into my eyes and said, “I do.” I could see her heart through her hazelnut eyes and a feeling of warmth envelopes my body.

“Ma’am,” I said, “Would you release my hands now, please?”

She giggles, and says, “Yes, my dear, you are now free to be a daddy again,” and undoes the knot that restrained my hands.

With my hands finally free, I wipe my face from the excessive love juice, and move over to wrap my arms around her. We kiss for a few minutes and then simply lay there together, looking deep into each other’s eyes and basking in the afterglow of the intense session we just had together.

“That was the kinkiest sex we ever had, my dear,” I say to her.

“I love you loads,” to which she replies. “You are the love of my life, I will do anything for you.”

And we fall asleep wrapped naked in each other’s arms.

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12 replies
  1. Gracie says:

    Wow! This was incredibly HOT! I think it is so wonderful that your wife fulfilled that fantasy of yours. While I prefer my husband to be the dominate one, every so often I don't mind taking the reigns, especially when I see that my husband has had a stressful and busy day. Great story; thanks for sharing!

  2. Juicy says:

    HOLY SMOKES! That was so incredibly hot! I would love to be a bit of a dominatrix to my husband once in a while but I would prefer to be the one dominated. What trust and willingness to let it all go. Great story!

  3. LoveMySexyWife says:

    That was a scorching hot story – very well written with all the details.
    That is a fantasy of mine either way – she as dominatrix or me as master.
    How did you bring up getting more kinky in this direction of "playful consensual bondage" and talking her into the purchase of the whip?
    My adorable, has resisted most of the time to even a spanking, as it, (I believe), triggers some childhood memories of sexual abuse by a teacher.

  4. BigBrownEyes says:

    Thank you all for the comments.

    @LoveMySexyWife

    It takes time. I used to mention it as a joke and then in 2012, after the birth of our third child, I bought these party pinky fluffy handcuffs from ebay. She wasn't amused when I showed them to her but I managed to always emphasise the funny aspect to avoid conflict. Eventually we dumped them as they were too noisy and got pink soft leather cuffs. Over time we also got some sex toys, but always stick to purple or pink, as the black ones have a harsh vibe and not very promising if your wife is not a natural dominatrix. Eventualy we also got the whip, but while she likes to be bound, she doesnt like to get spanked, so its only for me. 🙂
    My advise is talk with her and express your feelings, and when time is right, start slowly, with something simple. It will take time (4yrs in my case) but little by little she will adapt, with lots of patience and love. Also pray together as kink requires a higher level of trust than normal vanilla sex.
    Peace bro.

  5. Upcomingauthor says:

    Is she generally the dominant one or do you guys switch?
    I'm the dominant one, but I wouldn't mind my wife taking over once in a blue moon. That was hot and it got me thinking of the kinky things that my wife could come up with if I gave her the control.
    Thanks for sharing BBE. 🙂

  6. BigBrownEyes says:

    @UpComingAuther

    No, she personally prefers romance while I prefer kink. So we find a balance of both, to make each other happy and to keep our intimate relationship adventurous.
    However I believe vanilla sex should never be sidelined as it is basis for the holy sagrement of marriage.

  7. markiee says:

    My wife gave me my (who is bigger, stronger and more dominate than I), gave me my first naked spanking over her knee, on our wedding night and has been spanking me ever since, whenever she thinks I need it or just because.

  8. Tony Conrad says:

    Sounds like an exciting marriage, especially in the bedroom. Although we did a bit before children, we are back at it now they have left home. Sounds of spanking would have been embarrassing to us if they were home. My wife is not a natural dom, but she is comfortable in doing things that you have written about and which she knows I love. Now we are really free in this as sounds don't matter.

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