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Disappointment Not Allowed
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Disappointment Not Allowed
My wife's birthday is Dec. 22nd, just 3 days before Xmas. I was in
charge of setting up a party for her. Unfortunatly, due to circumstances
both inside and out of my control, the plans that I had been trying to make
fell through, and so I was left on the 21st with nothing to do for her birthday.
Now, she is used to having problems getting events to happen on her birthday,
just because everyone is so busy running around for Christmas not to mention
the fact that nobody has any money left to go partying with. But just the same,
it is a disappointing for her, and I really let her down. As a backup plan, we
decided to invite another couple out for a movie and dinner at nice Italian
restaurant.
After setting up plans for the next evening, my wife and I went out to
dinner at a local restaurant. It was about 10PM when we got there, and so after
we finished dinner and a couple of drinks, it was already past midnignt (her
birthday) by the time we got home. I started a fire in the fireplace, and made
her another drink while she looked through the day's mail delivery. As it
happened, the latest issue of the Ledagram had arrived today (the Ledagram is a
FDMS newsletter/magazine that is published by the LEDA folks down in San Marcos,
CA.). Now even though I order the magazine, she won't let me read it until she
has finished it...so she sat down to read it.
Now, my wife doesn't normally use a good beating as a punishment, since
I enjoy a moderate to hard ass-whipping...but something in the Ledagram ignited
a spark inside her! It had been a good three months since she had tanned my
butt, so I was happy when she told me to go get her favorite bamboo rod and
come back to her wearing nothing but my black robe (the robe is only waist
length, so offers no protection for an exposed posterior. I should
have been wary...but I wasn't thinking that far ahead. After I fetched her
stick and returned, she told me to grab my ankles. She proceeded to give me
30 good whacks on my ass, and then gave me an incredibly hard stroke on the top
of my thighs which brought me to my knees.
"I want you to go to the Willow tree out front, and cut me 4 switches.
Three of them 30" long and 1/4" thick at the end...and the other one shorter
and thicker". Now my heart jumped! This had suddenly turned from a light
spanking into a full scale scene. She usually makes me go cut the switches
from the tree with nothing more than my robe on, but right now the whole front
yard is lit up with Christmas lights, so she allowed me to cover up before
going outside. It's hard to describe the feeling I get when I am in the front
yard looking for the right branches in the Willow...my heart is pounding fast
and my breathing speeds. My bare feet on the cool damp grass and the cold
wind wrapping around my bare legs sends shivers down my spine. I finally
find the right 4 branches, and cut them to size, returning inside I present
them to my wife. She agreed with my choices and she instructed me to take the
three long switches, and duct tape them together. When I was finished with it,
she had a very nasty looking 3-headed implement...and I was going to find out
just how it felt very soon.
She told me to get 2 ropes out, and then she changed her mind..."No,
Peon, you are going to have to take this one without the aid of any restraint.
You will have to just control yourself". With that I knew I was in for it!
She never uses restraints when she is really pissed at me.
I streched out over the coffee table..."Keep your toes on the floor and
grab the table in front of you". _thwack_ I cried out as the first switch
laced across my butt. My wife laid into my unprotected ass...fast and hard...
so within seconds I was squirming and shifting. "Keep those toes on the floor
and BE QUIET" she said as she started laying down a pattern of welts across
my butt. My wife is a expert at marking my ass. She proceeds to whip me
until my entire butt and top of my thighs is red hot and stinging. Then she
stops and instructs me to get her another drink and tend to the fire.
After I do this, I return to my position over the table and my wife
picks up the 3-headed switch. With the 1st swing, I knew this was going to
be tough. The 3 heads of the switch hit in different places, so the sting
is distributed and multiplied!. Oh did this hurt! I could not keep from crying
out, but every time I moaned or lifted a foot from the floor, she would increase
the intensity of the strokes. With an expert touch, she drives me to my limits,
and then stretches them. She swings the switches so hard, the tips shatter off
in small pieces. By the time she was done, the switches were only about a foot
long and I had a *very* tenderized ass!
Afterwards, I had to pick up the pieces of Willow switch scattered
around the floor, and vacuum up the tiny bits. A good whipping makes us both
very horny, so we retired to the bedroom for about 3 hours of outragous
fun (massage/licking/sucking/fucking). I LOVE to lick the sweat from my wife's
body...especially if she just worked up the sweat by tanning my hide!
That would usually been the end of it, but the next day we were in
a stained glass store getting some supplies for some last minute Christmas gifts
when she discovered a new implement. It was an oval piece of Oak, designed to
be made into a mirror (you put an oval mirror and some decorative trim on it
and had an instant hand mirror). Well she looked it over and decided that it
would be a perfect paddle...about 1/2" thick, 5X7" solid Oak oval with a thin
handle. She couldn't wait to get home and try it out...she whacked me on the
leg through my Levis on the way home. It stung like heck right through my pants.
Unfortunatly, we had visitors when we arrived home. It was kind of
funny...both of us just wanted them to go away but we didn't want to be rude to
them. We kept exchanging looks and snickering to ourselves. By the time they
finally left, we were late for our dinner engagement, but she decided to have a
little fun before we left. She ordered me to drop my pants, and grab my ankles.
She then started paddling my already sore ass hard and fast. Within 10 strokes,
she brought me to my knees...in another 10, she had me prone on the floor. Once
I was on the floor, I had nowhere else left to retreat to, so she laid another
20 strokes on my wounded ass. By that time I was begging for her to stop.
Since we were already late, she was merciful at that point, and we went out
and had dinner and saw a movie with some of our friends. It was a good thing
the movie theater had nice soft seats!
When we got back home, she started in again where she left off. She
streched me out over the coffee table, and over the next hour, took great
enjoyment in extracting the promise from me that I would never again disappoint
her on her birthday! She drove her point home, and I am already planning her
next year's party. By the way, anyone out there want to go to a birthday party?
Peon
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