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I think a lot of married couples have things about their relationship that only they know about. Not just habits, and things like that, but kinky things that they do with each other. Maybe I just want to believe that anyway. My wife and I have this thing we do, or I should say, this thing she does to me, that I’ve never told anyone about. It’s not always something I like but usually the out come is great for both of us.
From the beginning of our relationship my wife always felt that I was kind of spoiled, a brat, always. I always insist on getting everything my way. My wife of course blamed the way I was raised specifically my mom, because she was a single parent through out most of my childhood. I asked her once, “What would you have done differently?” and ever since I asked that question I’ve been getting the answer. “Hey, anyone here? I’m home” I called out knowing I was late. I had been late before and nothing really came of it. This time however proved to be very different. “I’m in here” My wife called from the bedroom. I walked down the hall towards the bedroom and coming in tossed my jacket on the chair by the door it fell off the chair and hit the floor. I walked by it not stepping on it but not picking it up either. Kicked off my shoes and just let them drop as I spoke again “Where are you?” Looking around the room and making my way towards the bathroom area where there is a dressing area, and vanity. Just as I came around the corner and into that area, my wife came out. Her face was soft and pretty but she had a rather tight smile pasted on it and I could tell she wasn’t happy with me. “Sorry I’m late hon, the traffic was... “ She interrupted “Don’t start with the traffic excuse, I watch the news, and the traffic is no different tonight than it’s been any other night and look at what a slob you are!” Picking up my shoes and jacket as she raised her voice in anger. “You are like a child, you think I have nothing better to do than keep dinner warm for you and pick up after you. I’m fed up and I plan on seeing to it that you change your ways. I won’t go on with this marriage when you are like a spoiled brat all the time. IF you are going to ACT like a spoiled brat I’m going to TREAT YOU LIKE ONE.” I never saw her so angry before. It really took me back. I could feel my face getting all hot with color and was actually scared by her tone and her suddenly aggressive behavior. She went to her side of the dresser drawer and pulled out something wooden. I’d never seen it before but for some reason I knew what it was. I started to back up towards the door to leave but she turned fast and grabbed my by my belt buckle and pulled me towards her. My face was right in her face and so she didn’t yell yet her words sent chills down my spine and electricity to my groin. “I’m in charge now mister, and you are NOT going to get away with this bad behavior any more!” She was kind of turning me on because her face was glowing and her eyes were alive with color and she was sort of panting and out of breath. I was suddenly feeling a few emotions mixed together. Fear, surprise and strangely enough, sexual arousal. Before I knew what was happening she was pulling something out of the closet. I would have asked her what she was doing or getting, but she was really worked up and I just felt it was probably best to not say anything. “I got these today and you are going to put them on AND YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!” She shook these big plastic pants in my face. You know the kind that you put over a diaper on a baby? I couldn’t believe it. What was she thinking? I backed up a couple of paces and shook my head back and forth. “No way! out of the question. I don’t know what you are thinking or what you have in mind but I am NOT going to wear those!” I yelled back at her continuing to move away from her. In my attempt to get out of her reach I tripped backwards and fell onto the bed flat on my back. It was at that moment that she pounced. She was on me like a wild animal. Her face was red and although she wasn’t yelling any more her tone really scared me.  ( Home ) ( Girls Gallery ) ( Links ) ( Pricing ) ( Stories ) “You ARE going to wear them and you ARE going to get your discipline, and you ARE going to get it the way I SAY.” She had managed to get the top of my pants undone and was working them down. I couldn’t help but be physically excited and she of course noticed. I could have thrown her off but I didn’t want to hurt her, besides part of me was damn curious about what she had fully intended for me. We wrestled and struggled, and yelled a bit, and grunted... fighting pretty hard at times yet I have to admit I was giving in and letting her win. Finally the plastic pants were up and I had nothing under them. My T-shirt was still on and my socks but that was it. I somehow ended up over her knee while she sat on the edge of the bed. Don’t ask me how or when but at some point during all of this she managed to grab the handle of a wooden hairbrush and it was clenched tightly in her grip and being held high above her head. At the realization of this I became very scared and combative. I started to kick my legs and yell for her to stop this silliness. She didn’t stop, she in fact, laughed. “Oh you think I have gone to all this trouble to stop now? You have to be out of your mind! I told you this was your punishment for being late, for being a brat, for all the times you made me do it YOUR WAY. What ever it was it had to be your way... well not this time buddy!” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The brush hit those plastic pants and my tender bottom hidden underneath. “There are going to be the punishment pants from now on. When you do something I don’t like I’ll tell you to ‘get the punishment pants’ and you’ll run to get them. Because if you RUN I just might go easier on you! Do you understand me?” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “YES! YES! NOW STOP IT!” I cried out as she kept on hitting my butt with the hairbrush. I continued to kick my feet and yell for her to please stop but she kept on walloping my bottom with that brush. My dick was rock hard and pushed against her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up in the struggle and I could feel she was getting sweaty. I kicked with an intention all of my own. With every foot kick my dick rubbed a little better, a little more, and as it did, it brought me closer and closer to cumming. “You are so bad!” She yelled, as she spanked. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I yelled and kicked Suddenly, without much warning I was over the threshold. I couldn’t stop it. My body tightened up, and my legs got straight, and I shot it. I squirted my big creamy load all over the inside of those plastic pants. As I was cumming she spanked faster and harder and yelled louder. She knew what I'd done, and she was pissed off. She stopped spanking me and scooted me off her lap letting me fall gently to the floor. She got up and smoothed down her skirt and threw the brush onto the bed. “There!” She said sounding vindicated. Now maybe you’ll learn to listen to me. Then she turned to me and pointed her finger at me. “From now on that is exactly what you will get when you cross me Mister. So you better take me seriously from now on! Turning on her heel she stormed out of the room. I lay there for a moment with a grin on my face wearing my cum filled plastic pants thinking of the many ways I could get myself purposely into trouble. ~Mistress Serina |
