What the fuck? I don’t want that.
His dick jumped.
Or maybe you do, the treacherous little beast taunted.
Shifting in his chair, Len tried to discreetly adjust himself as his friend continued to talk, describing how the woman’s ass had gotten redder and redder as the men had taken their turns with her, using both their belts and their cocks to drive her wild. His traitorous cock wasn’t cooperating, though, and all he could think about was Cissy standing over him with a belt just like the one his friend said the guys were using in the video.
His ass, still firmly planted in the chair at the café, tingled.
Shit. Dammit. Fuck. What the hell is going on here?
There was no way he could stand up or walk right now. Len tried to think unsexy thoughts, but his prick staunchly refused to calm down. Luckily he was able to get back to the office seemingly without any of his officemates seeing his erection, and went directly to a seldom-used bathroom on an empty floor in his building.
Closing the door firmly behind him, he went into a stall and locked it. It took far too long to free his raging hard-on, but with a sigh his zipper finally slackened. Shutting his eyes, he gave in to his fantasy.
Cissy was wearing one of those corsets he liked so much, along with a short skirt and high heels, and she looked sexy as hell. But she wasn’t happy. She’d used their cuffs to restrain his hands behind his back, and now he knelt before her while she yelled at him about his swearing and a bunch of other stuff. Then, after forcing him to stand, she undid his belt buckle, tossed the belt aside and opened his pants, pulling them and his boxers to his knees.
His cock was already starting to leak, and he let his pants drop farther before tucking his dress shirt under his chin.
She turned him around and made him bend over the end of their bed, his face in the floral comforter and his shoulders straining from his wrists being held behind his back. He felt something cool touch his ass and a few seconds later pain exploded through it as Cissy gave him the first stroke with his own belt. Things began to blur as she used all her strength to make that wide, supple belt bite into his defenseless ass cheeks again and again.
Len’s hand blurred too, stroking his dick faster and faster.
All Len could feel was pain, though a strange sense of peace was mixed in. Most of all he was regretting letting Cissy down. His ass seemed to double in size as Cissy laid on stroke after stroke with the evil piece of leather. Finally he cried out and she stopped, telling him he’d get the same thing again the next time she heard him swear or he broke another rule. He promised to be a good boy and she left him there, his bright-red ass on display as he lay on the bed. The pain was absolute, but in an odd way, he loved it. It meant Cissy cared and he was forgiven.
He bit his lip to the point of blood. Len’s eyes flew open and he came all over his hand, the floor, and even hit the stall wall in front of him. He saw stars and his knees buckled, but luckily he was able to hold himself up with one hand and the help of the other stall wall behind him.
He was panting as if he’d just finished a triathlon and as he drew his cum-covered hand away from his spent cock, it was shaking. Len closed his eyes again as shame set in. Why the fuck did that fantasy turn him on so much? Then the guilt got worse as he realized he’d just sworn inside his own head, had done one of the very things that had gotten him punished in his fantasy. Half expecting Cissy to barge in with that infernal belt, he listened for a moment but heard nothing.
Finally he was able to grab a bunch of toilet paper and clean himself off. When he realized small drops of cum dotted his pants and even his shoes, he groaned and did the best he could with those. Luckily his suit jacket was in his office. Even though he detested wearing suits and it would be hotter than hell in the office with the jacket on, Len didn’t have much of a choice if he couldn’t get the cum out of his clothes.
With still-shaking hands, Len exited the stall, grabbed paper towels and watered them down before wiping off the floor and the wall of the stall. He washed his hands and straightened all his clothing. No one who saw him would know he’d just come like a fucking rocket to the thought of his wife belting his bare ass. He hoped.
Len went back to work, but his mind continued to swirl. Later that night, Cissy had gone to her friend’s house, and Len decided to do some research into this spanking thing—see if there were other men who were turned-on by the thought of a woman spanking them bright red.
As he was typing a URL into the address window, several other addresses popped up to autofill the entry. Curious, he clicked on the first one and found it was a website devoted to dominant wives. Again his cock stirred, but before he could lose himself in that site, he looked at the others and found similar things, plus a website about men taking their women in hand. It appeared Cissy had been doing some research on her own. He continued to explore and one website in particular caught his eye. On it, women talked about exactly how to control a man, and Len noticed some of the things Cissy had been doing lately were outlined there.