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Subject: {ASSM} New Story - Wifely Discipline Series (fdom)
Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 00:10:08 -0500
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Wifely Discipline

The milking attachment simulated the slippery insides of a woman's
vagina, and traversed up and down my engorged erection.  The
testicular attachment lightly squeezed, prodded, and tickled my ball
sac.  My breathing became deeper.  I was not sure that I could hold
off much longer.  That was when Kat inserted the rectal squirmer and
switched it on.  The stimulation of my prostate and rectal area, in
combination with the other attachments, served to push me over the
edge.

A satisfied smile came across Kat's face as I ejaculated into the
milker.  My knees buckled and I moaned.  She kept the rectal squirmer
going for a moment until she was sure that I was completely spent.
She withdrew the squirmer, and switched off the milker and the
testicular attachment.

Kat, fully dressed, patted the firm pillow that had been positioned on
the bed.  I got face down on top of it, and she tied my hands together
in front of me.  Then she picked up one of the switches that she cut,
and briskly switched my bottom while I shouted my distress.  I
writhed, twisted, and kicked my legs under the intense switching.  She
paid no heed to my pleading, and continued applying the switch until
it disintegrated.

"No, Kat, I've had enough!" I exclaimed when she picked up a fresh
switch.

"You just stay there," she admonished.  "You've got this coming!  If
you turn over and force me to tie you down, I'll wear out a couple
more switches than I have here."

I knew from experience that she meant what she said, so I steeled
myself for what was to come.  In no time the second switch whipped
repeatedly across my well-presented naked bottom.  I immediately
resumed my frantic exclamations and kicking. Normally I didn't think
that I was capable of the extent of frantic kicking that I did.  Under
the intense striation of a fresh willow switch, however, almost all
things are possible.

That second switch, while flexible and whippy, was also quite sturdy,
and Kat administered it for some time before it disintegrated.  She
decided to stop then, although she had prepared a couple of extra
ones.

"The next time I switch you, I'm going to have my friends over to
watch," she said.

I knew that Kat had a dominant streak when I married her two years
ago.  That was one of the qualities that attracted me to her.  As the
relationship evolved we began to have frequent disagreements that
resulted in one or the other of us withdrawing from the relationship
for a while. As a result of advice from a friend of Kat's we settled
on a plan of discipline.  Basically, the plan was that we agreed that
either one of us could administer discipline to the other one, and
that the one giving the discipline had absolute say over the session.

There were some times that I gave Kat over-the-knee paddlings.

At first Kat was content to give me over-the-knee paddlings.  They
varied in their severity, depending on what her mood was when she gave
them.  For discipline I always have to get completely naked, and she
is always fully dressed.  There's never any warm-up - all swats are
delivered full force from the start.

After a time, she added elements of a sexual nature to my discipline.
Sometimes I had to wear a butt plug when I was across her lap getting
paddled; occasionally she would hang a weight from my testicles when I
was bent over for the strap.  Soon after that, she heard from one of
her friends that if the male is forced to ejaculate immediately before
the discipline, it is felt more intensely than if he is aroused during
the spanking.  That was when she added milking to the punishment
ritual.

She began by binding my hands behind me, and having me stand before
her, naked, while she milked me.  After I spurted into the
handkerchief that she had ready, it was across her lap for a
bare-bottomed hairbrushing.

Kat likes to spice things up sometimes by having her friends over to
look on, or even participate as she disciplines me.  One memorable
instance was a few months ago.

After being informed that I was in for a good paddling, I overheard
her talking to her friends on the phone.

"Hey Gillian, I'm going to give Rick a good paddling today.  If you
can come over and watch, I'd like for you to do that - he always takes
it better when other women are present...  I'm going to see if Sabrina
and Kimberleigh can make it too.  Okay, see you then, bye."

A couple hours later Kat's three friends were in the living room,
anxiously anticipating the forthcoming event.  Kat announced that it
was time to begin, and told her friends why I was being punished.  

She added, "Now, I usually hand-job him just before I spank him - they
say that a male feels the punishment more if you do that - if you all
don't want to see that part, I can take him in the other room to do
it..."

"No, no, I want to see that!" Kimberleigh exclaimed with a wide grin.

Kat placed a sturdy straight-backed chair in the center of the room
and told me to take off all my clothes.  "Off with your clothes -
every stitch comes off, now..."

The girls giggled with tee-hee sounds when I stood there completely
naked.  My embarrassed member soon became erect before their gaze.

"I'll do the milking now," Kat began, "Unless one of you would like to
do the honors."

"How about me," Gillian said.  Kat handed her the towel and the
lubricating gel.  I stood before the seated Gillian with my hands
behind me, as instructed.  She smeared some gel in her hands and
casually grasped my throbbing erection.  She spread the gel liberally
and then began hand-jobbing me with a casual air.  She milked as if
she didn't care one way or another if I ever spurted.  That is exactly
the kind of milking that is most effective with me.  If the woman
seems to be trying too hard to get me to cum, it never works, because
I try too hard to please her.  On the other hand, if she's more casual
about it, the hand-jobbing always brings me forth quickly.

"Oooooh," Gillian whispered, her eyes looking up at me while she faced
the work in front of her.  She certainly knew what she was doing,
since I could not keep from crossing the finish line quickly.  I tried
to be quiet when my orgasm took hold.  Gillian smiled sweetly as I
spurted into the towel that Kat made available for that purpose.

"Over here now," Kat instructed.  She was seated in the
straight-backed chair with a wooden hairbrush in her hand.  I placed
myself across her lap.  Kat was positioned so that when I was across
her lap, I was facing her friends.  I'm convinced that she planned
that, so that they could see my facial expressions while I was
paddled.

The swats always are always surprisingly intense, due in part to their
being administered soon after my orgasmic release.  Also, I never know
how many swats Kat plans to administer, and that fact adds to the
perceived intensity.

In previous sessions in front of others, Kat had given me about two
dozen swats.  This time was different - I got about eighty hard, hot
swats.  Fairly soon into the session I punctuated each swat with "Oh!"
As Kat continued, my exclamations became more pronounced, and I
shouted "Ahhhhh!" with each swat.  Thereafter, I kicked my legs and
squirmed, pleading with Kat to stop, please stop, stop for a minute,
oh please Kat, that's enough Kat, and so on.  I was thoroughly
humiliated at my pleading with Kat.

After the paddling Kat had me go over to each of her friends and show
them my freshly swatted (and very hot) bottom.

Yes, the sessions with Kat are severe.  On the other hand, the
emotional and physical parts of the relationship are so very good.


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