I
SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT!
Author: John mailto:jc23a@hotmail.com
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.
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 shags 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 sex-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.
“Fuck 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 wanking as he shagged 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.
“Fuck 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 shite!” 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 fucking
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 cock 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 sex 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
fucking 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 sex 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!