Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Ask For!

Lynn sat beside Matthew in the family room contemplating the last of her plans, going over the script she had laid out for this evening. Over the last year she had learned that her husband thrived on discipline. That he loved to please her but when he failed her, he appreciated her correcting him, rather forcefully. They had talked about Domestic Discipline and the value of a good punishment, in particular a good spanking. In BDSM terms Matt was a Switch, comfortable in both Dominant and submissive roles. His demeanour though was naturally Dominant, meaning he would like to be the one administering the punishments, that did not work for Lynn. She was willing to play, but it would be her handing out the spankings. They had agreed on trying out this dynamic and had engaged in occasional play for several months. The challenge was, Matt had a very active and vivid imagination. He had done plenty of reading and watched more then a little porn. He tended to know exactly how he thought punishments should be meted out and when she missed the mark he was inevitably disappointed.

Lynn had tried several times to get him to explain what it was that he needed. Matt always obfuscated, he did not want to tell her how to punish him. He told her that it was important that she be the one to discover their path. He explained if he told her how to punish then he was just "topping from the bottom!", a term she really did not understand at the time. Lynn had tried to read some of the books he had given her on the subject, but reading was a hobby for her. One in which she let her mind escape, the specific topic was rarely of any import and the contents of the story never stayed with her for long. She told him she had read the books, but both knew that in truth this was a lie. She may have skimmed the words but there was little understanding of the content.

The topic that had started their whole journey into Domestic Discipline was the desire for weight loss and healthier living. They had agreed a year ago that Matt would lose 1.6 pounds every week. He would weigh in on Thursday and if he had not lost the required weight, he would be subject to discipline. While the punishment did not have to be a spanking both understood that most often it would be. Over the following few months he had missed the mark three times. Each time Lynn had tried to punish him, but in the end her discipline felt more like a reward. Reality was Matt is at least a little bit masochistic, he enjoys the spanking up to a certain point, in fact spanking was often part of their bedroom play. Lynn's punishments were simply to light to have any real impact on him. Add to that the fact that spanking Matt inevitably made Lynn horny and the impact play led to a good fuck and mutual orgasms. What was supposed to be a deterrent, meant to help change Matthew's negative behaviour had turned into a reward reinforcing the positives of not meeting his goals. This had led the two of them to abandon the practice.

Two weeks ago Matt expressed his frustration with his inability to stay on track and lead the healthier lifestyle they had discussed and asked them to reaffirm the original arrangement they had to enforce his weight loss. They agreed to try again and that night Matt told Lynn he was angry with his own failures and he needed to know this plan would succeed. He asked her if she would punish him that night, both to ease his guilt and to show that she was prepared to give him the discipline required. She spanked him that night, using a hairbrush she nicknamed "The Dragonfly of Doom!" because of the pattern engraved on the back. She did refrain from sex afterwards but she knew Matt was not convinced that she could fulfill her promises. When she asked him what was wrong though he shrugged and avoided the question. In the past she had let him get away with such behaviour, this time she demanded he give her the answers and she expected them to be truthful and complete. Matt was slow in his responses but eventually he told her "The punishment has to be so much more then play, I need to fear it so that I avoid it in the future. I need you to understand there is both a mental and physical aspect that the Dominant has to conquer. And I need you to have faith that I will tell you if your punishments are harming me." They talked more and tried to elaborate on each of his points. Lynn tried to listen and understand. The "harm" part was going to be hard for her to overcome. That night she had stopped after almost every stroke to ask "How was that?". She knew she had to start to trust her own observations, she had to push and explore his limits and she had to trust that he would use his safe word if needed. The aspect she struggled with the most though was the mental side. Lynn knew there was a pain response, that made sense, but she also knew there was a humiliation aspect that Matt had never been fully able to explain. So to understand it better she made an additional demand that he provide in detail how he would administer a punishment. Matt offered to show her, which she promptly said "No! I told you to describe it!". He did just that, in surprising detail he spent the next 20 minutes explaining exactly what he would love to do to her.

Lynn listened that night, maybe more then she ever had and took in exactly what he described. She thanked him for his efforts before rubbing cream into his bottom and tucking him into bed for the night. Armed with his description she decided to do some reading. Not recreational reading like she would normally do. Research reading, the kind she would do for work or learning about her childs health issues. She delved into it and tried to understand the physical side, things like the threshold for tolerance. How far could she spank his bottom before she might harm him. Then she worked on the mental side, trying to understand the male mind and how adult spanking was so intimately intertwined with past life experiences. She also sought out some visual aids. Matt had told her she could look up Femdom spanking or F/m spanking, so she did just that. She tried to find videos of real couples instead of staged porn shoots and had luck finding some. Her research gave her even greater understanding of her husbands needs. Having embarked on this journey she came up with plan and started to do what she knew Matthew did so often, Lynn came up with a script for how a night of punishment would play out.

Lynn looked over at Matt "I thought we agreed in this house that screen time would be limited to one hour! You have been on that tablet for almost 90 minutes!". Matthew opened his mouth to respond to Lynn and she quickly cut him off, "I am not interested in excuses. You will go up to our bedroom, you will stand at the end of the bed in the submissive pose and you will await your Mistress!" Lynn knew full well they had not agreed to using Domestic Discipline over the screen time issue, particularily since both of them were routinely guilty of it. But she also knew they were only two weeks into the weight loss journey and Matthew would likely be able to stay on track for at least another month. She was not willing to wait that long. Lynn looked over at Matt, she could see his mind at work and she did not want him to have time to respond. In her sternest voice she demanded "I have given you clear direction. Do what you are told and do it NOW!" Lynn saw the surprise in Matthew's eyes, but he quickly responded "Yes Ma'am!" and made his way to the bedroom.

Lynn wanted to run up after him but she was learning the mental game. She had purposely picked her time because she knew she had 20 minutes left to go in her TV show. She sat back and did her best to relax knowing that this delay was more then she had ever made Matthew endure before. As the credits rolled Lynn stood up and made her way upstairs. She entered the bedroom and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, hands behind his back, feet shoulder width apart and his eyes cast submissively towards the floor. He was still fully dressed; in the past she had always directed him to strip nude while waiting for her. She had purposely not given that direction this time and was pleased that he was following her directions and not initiating that behaviour on his own. Lynn said nothing as she walked to the corner where they kept an antique chair, it had a shallow pan and no arms, it really was the perfect spanking chair. She picked it up by the top rail and moved it to the center of the room, leaving it there, just at the top of Matthew's line of sight.

Lynn moved to stand in front of Matthew and she spoke "You are here to be punished, you will do what your are told when you are told. You will only speak to answer my inquires. Should you speak at any other time without permission I will gag you and start your punishment over again. Do you undertand slave?" The monicker was her word, she knew Matthew did not really like slave as a title but it added to her power and gave her some confidence. Matthew whispered back "Yes Mistress" to which Lynn demanded "I can't hear you. You will speak in a proper voice or I will add to your punishments. Do you understand slave!". "Yes Mistress!" This time Matthew answered in a louder voice but it was clear from the tremor she heard in the answer that he was more then a little shocked by her behaviour.

"Good" she said "Take your belt off and place it on the bed." While he slid the belt out of it's loops and placed is carefully on the end of the bed Lynn took up the position in her chair. She sat just a little forward and had her back straight. When Matthew turned an saw her, he really took note for the first time this evening, she had very purposely put her hair up in a neat bun instead of her usual pony tail and her glasses were perched atop her nose. She saw him catch his breath just a little and knew that her appearance had the desired effect as his mind immediately stretched back to memories of a forceful school teacher or maybe the stern librarian. "Come slave, stand beside me!"

Matthew moved to stand in position beside Lynn and he immediately adopted the submissive pose he had early without direction. Lynn ordered him to drop his pants. He fumbled with the button and zipper before pulling his jeans over his hips and pushing them down. Lynn watched as he stood back up, Matt's erection was very clear through the fabric of his boxers. She had known he would be very aroused at this time in the punishment, she also knew he would not be by the time she was done.

"Over my lap, let's go!" Matthew leaned out over her lap, placing his hands on the ground. Trying to be considerate and not put to much weight on his Mistresses lap. Lynn let him get into position before telling him to spread his legs wider. With jeans around his knees Matthew could only go so wide but he followed her commands. Lynn rested her hand on his left butt cheek for a few moments and then commenced her spanking. Lynn knew she was not inflicting much physical pain yet as she struck him through the fabric of the underwear but really this was just the warm up. At this time she was getting his head into the spanking while encouraging some circulation to his bottom. Her hand worked furiously spanking every inch of his buttocks. After a time she commented "This really is exactly how naughty boys should be treated. And you really are a naughty slave aren't you!". The blows stopped and she waited. "I asked you a question and expect an answer. Are you a naughty slave or are you not?" Matthew realizing quickly his error and ensured his response was sufficiently loud "Yes Mistress I am a naughty slave!"

"Yes you are naughty. And clearly not paying enough attention to your Mistresses lessons!" At that Lynn grabbed the waistline of Matthew's boxers and pulled them down enough that the elastic sat just below his buttocks. She was careful to ensure the fabric at the front stayed in place. Lynn's hand was already a little sore from the first part of the spanking but she committed to her course and laid into his now bare buttocks. She smacked his left cheek, then his right alternating sides and moving both high and low making sure to cover as much of his flesh as she could. Soon both cheeks were a nice consistent red. Matthew started to squirm at times and small moans escaped him but she did not relent. Lynn had lost count somewhere around 40 smacks but watching the colour rise and the motion of her slave she felt the initial phase of her plan was complete. She rested her hand on his buttocks and felt the warmth that came off of them. Lynn smiled to herself, thinking he asked for this and it had only just started.

"Stand up slave!" Matthew stood and again immediately moved to the submissive pose. Lynn admitted to herself that she was a little bit impressed that he had not stopped to rub his bottom. She also noted that while his cock was still engorged it was not fully erect. Matthew was clearly struggling somewhere between aroused and chastised. Lynn pointed "You will go stand in the corner, feet apart and hands behind your head." Matthew shuffled over, knowing better then to move the pants now puddled around his ankles or the underwear that sat in such an uncomfortable position. He stood in the corner awaiting further direction but none came. Matthew was left to his own thoughts wondering what was to come next.

Lynn left the room after taking a few moments to admire the red colour she had left behind on her slaves bottom. Heading to the kitchen she stopped to hydrate herself and then picked up her own tablet anticipating clearing a few levels in her favourite game. She quickly realized the game was of little interest, she found herself distracted and took the time to contemplate why. The answer was fairly easy, she was enjoying this. She really did like dominating her husband and in particular liked spanking him. Lynn knew she was already aroused by this play and that the next hour or so was likely to heighten that. Trying to distract herself she set her mind to the game and cleared three levels before putting it down. She looked up at the clock, she had left her slave standing for 25 minutes. Matt's super charged imagination would have been in full gear and she new he would be feeling both anticipation and dread. It was time to go give him good reason for those feelings. Lynn walked back into the bedroom.

Matthew was still standing exactly has he had been told. She had no doubt that he had shifted around and relaxed his arms a few times. That was acceptable for now, but they would be working on his endurance in the future. "Turn to face me and take off your jeans slave!" Matthew quickly moved to remove the jeans, being careful not to disturb his boxers. He folded them and placed them neatly on the nearby dresser. "What is your safe word slave!" Lynn asked.

"Red, Mistress!"

"The next part will be much harsher. You will be allowed to speak only to cry out or to beg me to stop. To be clear, I will stop only when I feel the punishment is complete. The only exception is if you use your safe word at which point we will immediately stop. Do you understand?" Matthew was quick to indicate he understood. "Good, I will be spanking you more then you have ever been spanked before. I expect you to know your limits and stop me if we reach them! But I will also expect you to endure as much as you can, the tears that flow from your eyes today will be very real!"

Lynn looked down and noted Matthew's erection was completely gone. He knew she meant business today and his fear was real. "On your knees slave!" Matthew quickly dropped to his knees. "Crawl to the bathroom and get the Dragonfly. Bring it back and present it to me!" Lynn hated this part, she was not comfortable with humiliation but she was learning to balance her desires against his needs. Matthew crawled towards the bathroom, perhaps a little awkwardly but following her instructions. He came back carrying Dragonfly the only way he could, in his mouth while he crawled towards his Mistress who now stood at the end of the bed. Lynn's Dragonfly of Doom as she had playfully named it was a wooden brush that Matthew had given her last Christmas. It was a fun gift that had been placed under the Christmas tree. He had left a cryptic note which she had not really understood, so when she opened it had not realized he was gifting her a covert BDSM implement in full view of other family members. When he explained it later she had smacked him in the arm and twisted his nipple while whispering "Your so bad!" and then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Matthew arrived in front of her and kneeled up, taking the brush in both hands to present to her. Lynn took it from him and then stepped aside. "Up on the bed slave. Kneeling at the edge, ass up in the air and head down, arms stretched out in front of you." He quickly moved to the described position. Lynn watched him and saw him relax into the pose. She new there was both a comfort and acceptance here. He understood what was coming and was readying himself.

Lynn reached up and let her nails drift across his red buttocks. She wanted to dig her claws in but knew she would be marking him in other ways soon. She hooked the waistband of his underwear and slowly slipped them down. She ordered him to lift his knees so she could slide them off the rest of the way. "Now spread your legs!" She waited for him to shuffle his knees out "Wider slave!" and she used the head of the brush to push one leg and force him to spread them wide. She had a clear view of his cock and balls hanging between his legs. She noted that his cock had become stiff again and knew that she would be putting an end to that soon.

Brush in hand, Lynn delivered her first two strokes. These were exploratory, getting her distance right and figuring out how best to deliver her blows. She took her time between each, landing on the left cheek first and then the right. Lynn liked him in this position, it put the fleshy part of his ass right where it needed to be, she could access the top of his buttocks as easily as the tender seam at the bottom. The next blow was not exploratory, she struck his right buttock dead center and he cried out in both pain and surprise. She repeated the blow to the left only moments later and she watched as he grasped at the blankets on the bed and his ass cheeks clenched together. In the past she would have asked him how he was doing, now she understood better. He was experiencing pain but he was not suffering any lasting harm. Lynn chose to trust her slave and began the spanking in earnest. She struck him repeatedly, moving the brush around and varying her timing. Sometimes she would wait several seconds between blows sometimes she would strike three or four in rapid succession. She watched him squirm and heard his cries as she struck him. At times it looked like he was ready to throw his hands back and block her blows but he refrained. With each strike she listened carefully and was proud of her man for taking his punishment and never resorting to his safe word.

Lynn stopped and could hear a sniffle from her slave. She could see the effect of her spanking, his ass was bright red and there was early bruising in a few spots. Her love for her Husband made her want to stop. That same love told her she had to keep going. Again she had not counted but figured she had delivered at least forty blows. "Slave, you will reach back with both hands and spread your ass cheeks for me!" Matthew slowly reached back, he grabbed his already painful ass cheeks and pulled them apart exposing his anus. This was the part she had remembered from his description and she had come to understand what it would mean to him. There was a physical component here, spanking him on the inside of his cheeks would be even more painful then he had already experienced. But the mental component was even more profound. "Slave, you will hold yourself this way until I say I am finished. If you let go we will start over!" Exposing the anus had a significant effect on men, it was a complete act of submission or at least it was for Matthew. He was being forced to prostrate himself in the most humiliating of ways while being expected to endure the pain that was to come.