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By:Cassandra Carr


Cissy was even more shocked as she clicked on another link. Several pictures of what were obviously men’s asses came up on the screen, each bright red and showing other kinds of marks. What was this?

She read the first caption and gasped. When their men broke rules, this particular group of women spanked them. Part of their punishment was having a picture of their spanked asses posted online in this group, along with a journal-type entry about what they’d done to earn the spanking and what had transpired during the actual punishment.

Her breathing sped up and her pussy gushed with juices. “Holy shit. I wish I could do that to Len. I bet he’d think twice about his behavior if he knew an ass blistering was coming.” And based on the pictures she saw, ass blistering was an accurate statement. These women didn’t go easy on their men, and the guys’ asses were bright red, marked, bruised, welted—she couldn’t believe it.

Scrolling down, she saw other pictures, including several of men’s cocks, some caged in some sort of funny-looking contraption, others reddened and with a kind of a whip included in the picture. Did these women whip their men’s cocks? What man would put up with that?

Cissy snapped the lid of the laptop closed, her mind reeling. Sure, she’d read about women being spanked, and she’d wondered what it would feel like if Len put her over his lap and spanked her. But the opposite? It wasn’t like Len was huge, but he was obviously much stronger than she. How did these women manage to spank their men without the guys simply refusing or stopping the punishment? Her brain was racing, along with her heart, and she jumped when the side door from the garage banged open.

“Stupid fucking rain,” Len grumbled. “Maybe the fish don’t mind it, but I sure as hell do.” He deposited his equipment on the hardwood floor in the kitchen despite the face Cissy made as the house began to fill with the smells of fish and lake water. “I said I’d check the radar on the laptop to see when this storm is gonna end and then call Dave back. I suggested to Dave that we just go to a bar and catch the game instead of running all over the fucking place trying to get away from the storm.”

Len walked toward her and she snatched the laptop off the table. She hadn’t closed that website window before she’d slammed the computer shut and she could just imagine what Len would say if he saw it.

“No, you can’t.”

His eyebrows knitted. “Why the hell not?”

“I’m, um, I’m in the middle of looking at something. For you.”

Len made to grab the laptop. “Look for it later. I told Dave I’d call him.”

Jumping up, Cissy nearly knocked over the chair. Hugging the laptop to her chest, she said, “No. Go look on your work computer.”

“What the fuck’s going on with you?” Len made another grab for the laptop, his eyes narrowing and a snarl forming in the corners of his mouth.

Cissy crossed the room, still clutching the computer. “Haven’t I asked you not to swear so much?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Mom.”

“There’s no need to make every fifth or sixth word a swear word.” It wasn’t as if she were some sort of nun, but she didn’t see why an intelligent man like Len would have to curse constantly.

“What-the-fuck-ever,” he tossed back as he left the room, leaving all his stuff in a pile next to the garage door and not even removing his muddy boots.

At that moment Cissy envisioned going after him, dragging him into their bedroom by his ear and making him bend over the bed for a paddling. They didn’t even own a paddle like the ones she’d seen online, and there was no way in hell Len would ever let her do that, but the thought of reddening his bare ass for his attitude was highly satisfying at that moment.

Len left the house again shortly thereafter, not taking his fishing gear with him or making any move to put it away, and to get away from the smell, Cissy went upstairs. After climbing onto the bed, she opened the computer and went back to that website, devouring every inch of it, fueled by her anger at first, but then something else took over. She was getting aroused reading about how these women punished their men for their bad attitudes and poor behavior. The members of the website recommended easing the man into giving up control, starting in the bedroom and working out from there, since in their experience most men didn’t seem to care who did what in the bedroom as long as they got laid.

Cissy snorted. That was true enough. Of course, right now, she wanted to get laid, but for now her BOB would have to do. She was still too angry at Len to have sex with him. Pulling out her trusty rabbit vibrator, she stripped off her shorts and panties, and, with the backdrop of these guys’ spanked asses on the laptop screen fueling her, brought herself to a furious orgasm. By the time she’d come down, she was breathing hard and her clit was pulsing. Maybe there was something to this control thing after all.