Here is another story. Comments welcome.
I never stood a chance. When I came home from work I found her wearing a blouse that exposed quite a bit of cleavage (because the house was soooo hot, she had said) and a nice pair of pumps. Not slutty, just real nice, but sexy nonetheless. At bedtime, she got out the hairbrush and said that she had been thinking a lot about my insistence that I be allowed to spank her if she did something wrong, as opposed to her spanking me for my past transgressions. She told me that she had contacted a friend about my proposal.
"Oh, great," I said, "I'll bet she told you to beat my ass, right?"
"Not at all!" she said, "In fact, she said we should have a fair contest to see who deserved to be the designated disciplinarian. Winner take all."
She outlined the contest and we agreed upon the rules. She never, I mean NEVER, reaches orgasm from coitus, but does quite easily from cunnilingus. So we agreed that we would have intercourse first and that we would see how long I could stay in control, up to 15 minutes. If I could hold out 15 minutes, then I won that round. Next I would perform oral on her and if she could hold out longer than me, up to 15 minutes, then she would win that round. A tie was possible, but unlikely. I thought I would do pretty well.
I had been turned on all night and as soon as I entered her I knew I was in trouble. Right away she started telling me how good it felt and such, making it really hard for me to try to concentrate on other things. She was squirming and moaning, but I did not want to lose so I was trying to ignore it all, without much success. Next thing I knew, she grinned devilishly then reached up and starting lapping her tongue against my nipple (like I do to her clitoris) and I lost it. Seven minutes, give or take.
So it was my turn. I began by focusing my attention on her clitoris, but I knew that she gets really excited when I stick my tongue as far inside her vagina as it can go, and I knew that I didnít have much time. Which presented me with an awful dilemma. To try to win the contest, Iíd have to lick up the semen that I had just deposited in her (yuck!!), but if I didn't do that I would surely lose. I hated to do it, but I had to. Through it all she kept goading me on, telling me that she was almost there, just a little more, a bit deeper, etc. I now realize that she was enjoying the fact that I was lapping up my own stuff and she wanted to make sure I got as much as possible. When she did come, we looked at the clock. 12 minutes, 35 seconds.
I was defeated and humiliated. She turned me over her knee to celebrate her victory and to remind me who was the boss in our house. (Which by then was very obvious, since I was face down across her lap, the combined juices of our lovemaking covered my face, sperm was in my mouth, my penis lay limp and spent, and I was still catching my breath from my exertions. She, however, looked cool, calm and completely pulled together, and as sexy as ever!) The blunt side of her hairbrush repeatedly drove home the fact that she was, indeed, very much in charge. She produced a Kali's Teeth Bracelet and quickly locked it around my flagging penis. She said that she had bought it several weeks ago and was just waiting for the appropriate moment to give it to me. I could feel the rows of sharp teeth nestled snugly around the soft skin of my precious member. I knew that any erection would produce instant agony. Then she put me, and my sore fanny and harnessed penis, to bed without allowing me to wash my face or rinse my mouth.
I was also informed that I was grounded for one weekend, my bathroom privileges were suspended for two weeks and my internet privileges had been suspended indefinitely. Being grounded means that the only clothes I am allowed to wear are pink panties and a frilly white apron, and I must wear Kali's Bracelet. Suspended bathroom privileges means that while we are at home I must receive her permission prior to entering a bathroom and that I should not expect any privacy while in there. I am subject to being denied or delayed such permission and I am also subject to cleanliness inspections afterward, covering both me and the areas of the bathroom I used.
My wife has determined that from now on there will be misdemeanors, punishable by corner time, suspensions and/or groundings, and felonies, punishable by the addition of spankings. She also thought that the humiliation that came with having me clean her out after sex was a useful learning tool, and that I should expect a repeat performance whenever she had the feeling that I was getting a little too "big for my britches". She said that the only downside was that we would have to have sex first, which didn't seem right since I was supposed to be being punished. She said that she had read where a male could be "milked" of his sperm without him feeling any arousal or pleasure. It has to do with wrapping the penis in ice and stimulating the prostrate. In this way she could get her sample for training, without my experiencing a satisfying orgasm.
As I stand here now, too sore to sit down and with my lovely wife reading every word, I now agree that Jean should be in charge of household discipline. She is much more controlled and rational than I am, and much less impulsive. Please know that I love my wife more than ever and I greatly appreciate the effort she puts in to making our marriage fulfilling. We believe that many wives allow their husband's bad behavior to go unchecked and it eventually can drive a wedge between them. The wives become doormats and both parties eventually lose respect for each other. My wife loves me enough to define what is expected, and enforce it, so that I can continue to be someone she can love and respect.
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