I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT! My master tells me that I must write and tell you this story. I am standing by the computer (because I cannot sit down) and so the typing is a bit slow.
Background My name is Bill and I am A boy. I am 28 years of age and I am married to my master for six months now. He's young, he's hung, he's hot and boy, can he keep a disobedient bloke in line!
The daily routine is made up of several features. Every morning begins with a warning spanking. This means that as soon as I get up each day, before I dress, I bend over and receive six sharp swats with his leather paddle to the bare arse. After that I give him a blow-job and promise him that I will do my level best to behave for the rest of the day. After breakfast I get my reminder spanking – that's ten with the bare hand across my suit pants – and then there's noting else until after he returns home from work at six o'clock. At that point I get my "honey I'm home!" spanking. This involves ten like the breakfast reminder, and before bed I get a final dozen with the paddle on the bare arse – the warning spanking! This is to remind me of exactly who calls the shots in the house. Once we get to bed Master s_h_a_g_s my arse until he's tired and then we go to sleep.
Master's name is Brandon, he is 25 years of age and he's strictly a top. He runs our home strictly and I willingly submit to his decisions. He works as an accountant in a private bank so his income is far greater than my teaching salary. As the main earner in the house he claims that he has the right to be the head of the household. That makes him the husband and he expects me to refer to him as such unless I call him the Master. As his wife I undertake all the household chores and anything else that he feels should be done about the house. He cuts the grass on a Saturday – because that's a man's job! None of his colleagues at work realise that his "wife" is another bloke. He laughs when he tells me about how the other lads in his office envy him when he tells them how well I attend to his every need. He told me that they were amazed when he showed them how I press his boxers every day and how they turned green with envy when he boasted about how I would throw my legs in the air at his command. If any of the girls at the office knew he was gay they would be horrified, you see, my husband is a very attractive man and gets plenty of intention from the women!
Spanking has been a major part of our s_e_x_-life since we moved in together. It started as a joke but it's far from that after the incident I must tell you about. I had an old paddle that a friend of mine had given me for my birthday some years earlier. This friend was a bit camp and wanted me to use it on him. I did! On many an occasion I spanked him, but, he was a flirt and was gone within a year. The paddle went into a drawer and remained there until Brandon discovered it when he was unpacking.
When Brandon found the paddle he was a bit shocked. "I hope you don't think that I'll let you use this on me!" he declared. "I will if you want!" I replied. "F_u_c_k_ off!" he said firmly, "if it's ever used it will be you that's on the receiving end!" I laughed and we went to bed. Nothing more was said about the paddle until about three weeks later.
Brandon was buried to the balls inside me one evening. I was w_a_n_k_ing as he s_h_a_g_ged me. I normally didn't do that but he naturally realised that I was pulling myself off. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I believe it's called spanking the monkey!" I replied. "Spanking the monkey? The only monkey that needs to be spanked here is you, you little monkey!" "No way!" I laughed, "nobody's ever spanked me before." "What about that paddle you've got then?" "That's James'!" "Did James ever spank you?" "No!" I used to spank him!" "And he never spanked you?" "I told you already, I've never been spanked!" "That's something that could be easily rectified!" Brandon laughed as he pulled out of me with a plop "No Brandon please!" I begged as he sat up and reached over to the dresser. He fumbled about and produced the paddle. "Go on!" he goaded me, "you really want me to do this don't you?" "No!" I replied firmly, "I only ever used it to spank James....." "But you kept it!" he said, cutting me off mid-sentence. "I kept it in case James came back!" "Bollocks! You knew he wasn't coming back!" "He could have." I protested. "F_u_c_k_ off! You knew well that James was gone forever." "I suppose I did!" "Well you shouldn't lie to me Bill. In fact, I should spank you for lying!" "I kept the paddle in case I ever needed it to use on somebody else, and besides, it was a souvenir of my time with James." I said. "That's a load of _s_h_i_t_e!" said Brandon slapping the paddle off his hand, "you're a bottom out and out and you'd love me to take this thing to your arse!"
I began to protest but Brandon just laughed and turned me over so that my arse was upwards. I have to admit, I didn't put up a huge resistance, the suddenly WHACK! The first ever blow hit my arse with a painful thud. "Ouch!" I snapped, "That hurt!" "It's meant to hurt! I'm f_u_c_k_ing spanking you!" A warm glow and a sharp sting spread through my buttocks, I was beginning to think that this was nice when WHACK! the second one landed. My head was spinning, this had begun so quickly. Yes, I was warned! But I didn't quite expect this to happen. The next thing I knew Brandon was laughing as WHACK! the third one landed right over the two cheeks of my arse. There was a warm glow beginning to mount under the initial pain. WHACK! I wasn't quite ready for number four but I was beginning to understand what James had enjoyed so much. WHACK! – that's five! Getting paddled was fun!
WHACK! – six! Just at that moment Brandon stopped, threw the paddle on the floor, mounted me and inserted his huge c_o_c_k_ into my burning arse. The wiry scratching of his dark, pubic hair against my tender cheeks taught me something I now knew that I was going to enjoy. From that moment on, spanking became a regular part of our life together. I never looked back on that (except to survey the damage occasionally) and s_e_x_ between us has improved day by day as our relationship develops.
Back to the matter in hand. I must now explain what happened today. Master has made it quite clear that I am not allowed to lose my temper in class. The reason for this prohibition is quite obvious. As a bottom I am lower than any top and any of the lads I teach could one day be tops. As such it is never my position in life to attempt to be strict with lads that could one day be my betters.
When Master arrived home today I had to confess that I had lost my temper in class with the first year engineering tutorial. I knew he would take a very serious view of this matter. He had always said that he would make me suffer if I stepped out of line in class and tried to dominate these younger men. Master told me that he would never tolerate his boy being a bully!
Well, I certainly was a bully today. None of them had completed their assignments and I simply got angry with them. In a rare fit of professionalism, I insisted that they make some attempt at work. It was only when I calmed down that I realised that I had broken my husband's rules. I knew that I would have to confess and I really didn't know how severe my punishment would be. I had butterflies in my stomach for the rest of the day as I realised and thought about how Brandon hadn't ever told me exactly what he would do if I ever broke his rules!
After lectures finished I went home and waited in trepidation as I thought about my husband's upcoming return. I had no idea of what he would do to me, I suspected that I would get a real spanking – but I didn't know what that would entail! Up to that moment I had only been spanked by him as part of the relationship, I knew that a punishment spanking could be quite severe, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go through with it and hoped he would find a different way of punishing me. He didn't!
When he arrived home at six, I was waiting by the door. He smiled when he saw the way I was. I was naked and holding the paddle. "Well Bill!" he chirped, "this is a change. Is there something you have to tell me?" My voice began to break as I began to explain what had happened. "S, s, sir!" I began, "I, I lost my t, temper with the c, class today!" "You did what?" "I, I, lost my temper s, sir!" His smile faded and he reached out for the paddle. "How many of the lads were in class today?" he asked as he took the paddle from my hand. "Eh!, I think there were 23 of them, but I'm not sure!" "That's a hundred and thirty eight swats then boy!" (I told you he was an accountant! He had sentenced me to six of the best for each student present.) "A hundred and thirty-eight!" I cried incredulously. "Question it and I'll multiply it by their ages!" master snapped firmly. As most of the lads were about nineteen and that would mean four-hundred and thirty-seven swats – I didn't object any further! "Now go to the bedroom and assume the position!"
Nothing could have ever prepared me for what was to come next. WHACK! Master raised the paddle high above his head and brought it down with an unmerciful force on my arse. I stumbled forward as I howled. WHACK! WHACK! The next two spanks landed on my upturned arse. I jerked in pain. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The next four landed just as hard. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't scream no matter how much it hurt. The spanking continued, it seemed that Brandon brought the paddle down harder each time. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Fifteen down and I could feel my arse beginning to heat up big time. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I started to squirm but Master held me firmly in place. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! By now I was beginning to feel very sorry for losing my temper. Yet, I wouldn't give Brandon the satisfaction that it really hurt like hell. WHACK! WHACK! "Only a hundred to go!" Brandon sang. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He brought had hand down faster and harder then before. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I tried to hold back from begging. I gritted my teeth, until finally I could hold back no more... "Please Master, no more, it hurts too!" I whined. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I know Brandon heard me, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I continued to beg. The heat that Brandon was applying on my arse was too much. I started to cry although I hid it from Brandon. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Master was spanking me full force now. Not a square inch of my arse was being neglected by his skilful administration of that awful f_u_c_k_ing paddle that James had bought.
We were half way there and Brandon stopped. I thought to myself, "that was even worse than I expected". My arse was really stinging and I was embarrassed, but I thought Brandon had realised that I had had enough. As I attempted to get up, Master placed his left hand on my back and held me down firmly. "No way Bill! We're only half way there!" "But Brandon please!" I begged, "I said that I was sorry!"
He was having none of it! He firmly pushed me forward so that I needed to place both of my hands on the floor to prevent myself from stumbling. My arse was positioned higher than before and the blood was rushing to my face. There was absolutely no way that I could reach back or sway forward to prevent him from spanking me. Brandon raised his arm high and brought the paddle down on the middle of my right cheek. WHACK! Slowly he raised his arm again WHACK! He hid the exact same spot as the previous one. Up again and WHACK! And again WHACK!
By now I was crying in pain. Not only had I had never been punishment-spanked by my husband before, I had never imagined that consensual spanking could be so severe. But, my husband was a strong young man and, with a leather paddle, could make each hit into an explosion of burning pain. Before Brandon had applied another ten slow swats I was beginning to think that there was a burning hole on my right cheek, I was pleading for Brandon to stop and I was starting to feel faint. Just then he sped up to the speed he had used earlier, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Thankfully he had also moved off the single spot on the right cheek that he had been concentrating on "Keep that fat arse still of yours and stick it up in position if you know what is good for you." I gritted my teeth as I stuck my burning arse higher up in the air for more. Brandon moved to my left cheek and started slow spanking me again. WHACK! it was as bad as before. WHACK! but my right cheek was getting a rest. WHACK! And then WHACK! Suddenly WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Again, he was playing my entire arse again. The pain was intense. I was begging Brandon to stop. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! and he rested, I stayed in place trying to gain my composure. I couldn't believe the pain! It seemed like forever before he started again, "Your going to learn a lesson here that I don't want you ever to forget." "No please, Master," I said in a voice that had the slightest waver to it. "I have to teach you not to lose your temper with your betters?" Brandon said as he slapped the leather paddle against his thigh. "I have already learned my lesson Master. I promise never to lose my temper again. Please Master, stop, I've had enough." I begged. "Well, only twenty-six left to go." laughed Brandon. Brandon brought the paddle down on my now very hot and sore arse. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I tried holding it in, but I was howling in pain, I knew better than to ask Brandon to stop. I made the decision and asked for it, and was only getting what I deserved. I gritted my teeth as I stuck my arse up in the air for more. Brandon continued to bring down the leather paddle hard again and again onto my burning arse. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I screamed as the paddle struck my bare arse. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! One hundred and thirty eight!
When the spanking was finished, Master said that we would not have s_e_x_ for a week as the completion of my punishment. I have to spend the week in tight fitting briefs, I am forbidden to wank, and I must apologise to the class for being insubordinate to potential tops.
So, to John, Karl, Kieran, Peter, Tommy, James, Philip, Declan, Andy, Steven, Thomas, Gary, Austin, Derek, Jack, Johnny, Dave, Damien, Daniel, Kenneth, Martin, Jeff and Clyde – I am sorry for losing my temper and I promise I won't ever do it again! Yes lads, I am sorry, I should never have done it! My master has taken care of my punishment this time, but he says that the next time I'm bad tempered that he will contact the Gay Society on campus and if any of you are members he will invite you over to witness my punishment and maybe even help out in administering it. As I know that Philip and Derek are openly gay and that my master will carry out his threat, you can be assured that this situation will not arise again. I am very sorry!