Here's the thing about my husband. He says he "needs" these spankings. But when I give it to him good and proper; nice and hard; then while it's going on he says he doesn't want it. But then sure enough, a few days later, there's "Mr Needy" again, back for more. I tell him it will be as hard or harder than last time. Still he "needs it". Weird, huh?
Sometimes he likes his spankings. I mean, what subbie would not like a "good boy spanking" where I fondle him between whacks and then lube up my thighs and his cock and balls and spank him until he cums from grinding into my lap. I can see that.
Sometimes I take him across my knee and spank him with my hand. His ass gets red. But he says he enjoys it even while it is going on. I can accept that. That's fun too.
If I get out a strap, a paddle, a hairbrush, a cane, a switch, or a belt, the situation changes dramatically. These are the kinds of spankings that he fears. They leave him well marked and sore. As soon as one of these starts in earnest, he immediately wants it to stop. But so sorry, spanky boy. If I stop as soon as you want me to, then who would be the bitch? What he "needs" is to know that I am in charge: that I wear the pants in the family and he is MY bitch. One of the things that does that is an intense spanking. It doesn't work unless he wants it to stop. Is begging for it to stop in fact. And then it doesn't stop, but keeps going and going until he resigns himself to it. Only then might it stop.
Sometimes he can get what he "needs" without such a hard spanking. For example if he is made to stand nude in the corner of the living room showing off some recently hand-spanked rosy cheeks. And then my sister "just happens" to drop by. Ha Ha!
And, yes, he may well "need" to be turned around, face my sister with his hands pinned to his sides, and with his penis and testicles fully on display be made to apologize to her for the misbehaviour that caused her to have to see him in that spanked, cornered, and undressed state. I have come to call it "birthday suit punishment" when there are other women there to witness his fully nude shaming.
Or not even a spanking or nudity need be involved. He can get what he "needs" by being made to put on knee socks, a pair of panties, a short plaid skirt, a bra with big breast forms, and a blouse. I have made him clean all the bathrooms dressed like this: scrubbing away on his hands an knees. It makes it even more delicious to make him do this the day before our cleaning lady comes. I tell him if he doesn't do a good job I'll make him stay home from work, dress like that again, and will let our cleaning lady instruct and supervise. A full report to me afterwards with public discipline applied across my knee to his bare bottom as his supervisor watches.
Just kidding. Our cleaning lady isn't "in on it". Not completely anyways.
And there's another way that david gets what he "needs". Our cleaning lady does do our laundry, and she has figured out all on her own that the 2XL panties go right into david's underwear drawer. I must confess I'm also pretty careless with our toys. For example, one evening I left my strap and cane out beside the bed after a vigorous punishment session. Next morning david saw them and was keen to put them away as it was cleaning lady day. I told him to leave them where they lay. He back-talked me. Big mistake. We went to the computer and found an image of a man being spanked across a woman's knee, and another image of a man being fucked with a strap-on dildo. I made him print them out, and told him to place them on the floor near the implements. Before this, there was at least a plausible case that david might have used the implements on me. With the printed photos, there would be no doubt who was the bitch (if there ever was). When we returned after work. The photos were neatly piled on the bedside table, and the strap and crop were laid out neatly in perfect parallel on the floor next to the bed. Yes, david had been "owned" by the cleaning lady, and got what he "needed" as a result.
She is an educated Filipina lady in her early forties. She used to be a nurse back home. Now when she greets "Mr David" she always has a little twinkle in her eye and a little closed-mouth grin, or so david tells me.
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Giving him what he "needs" can be a great pleasure for me. For example, he "needs" to be told to get between my legs and lick. He needs that I should kneel over his face and "force him" to clean out my asshole with his tongue while I get myself off with my Hitachi. He then "needs" to have mittens duct-taped onto his hands and be put to bed with a good hard cock.
And, of course, he "needs" to be flipped over, have his pants removed, and be fucked like a woman. Quite regularly in fact.
And I think that he will very soon be "needing" me to take him down to the gym, bend him bare ass across the exercise ball, whip him with the belt, and then take him hard with my strap-on while his pretty young trainer stands there, watches, and takes note. I definitely think he "needs" that.
Sometimes he likes his spankings. I mean, what subbie would not like a "good boy spanking" where I fondle him between whacks and then lube up my thighs and his cock and balls and spank him until he cums from grinding into my lap. I can see that.
Sometimes I take him across my knee and spank him with my hand. His ass gets red. But he says he enjoys it even while it is going on. I can accept that. That's fun too.
If I get out a strap, a paddle, a hairbrush, a cane, a switch, or a belt, the situation changes dramatically. These are the kinds of spankings that he fears. They leave him well marked and sore. As soon as one of these starts in earnest, he immediately wants it to stop. But so sorry, spanky boy. If I stop as soon as you want me to, then who would be the bitch? What he "needs" is to know that I am in charge: that I wear the pants in the family and he is MY bitch. One of the things that does that is an intense spanking. It doesn't work unless he wants it to stop. Is begging for it to stop in fact. And then it doesn't stop, but keeps going and going until he resigns himself to it. Only then might it stop.
Sometimes he can get what he "needs" without such a hard spanking. For example if he is made to stand nude in the corner of the living room showing off some recently hand-spanked rosy cheeks. And then my sister "just happens" to drop by. Ha Ha!
And, yes, he may well "need" to be turned around, face my sister with his hands pinned to his sides, and with his penis and testicles fully on display be made to apologize to her for the misbehaviour that caused her to have to see him in that spanked, cornered, and undressed state. I have come to call it "birthday suit punishment" when there are other women there to witness his fully nude shaming.
Or not even a spanking or nudity need be involved. He can get what he "needs" by being made to put on knee socks, a pair of panties, a short plaid skirt, a bra with big breast forms, and a blouse. I have made him clean all the bathrooms dressed like this: scrubbing away on his hands an knees. It makes it even more delicious to make him do this the day before our cleaning lady comes. I tell him if he doesn't do a good job I'll make him stay home from work, dress like that again, and will let our cleaning lady instruct and supervise. A full report to me afterwards with public discipline applied across my knee to his bare bottom as his supervisor watches.
Just kidding. Our cleaning lady isn't "in on it". Not completely anyways.
And there's another way that david gets what he "needs". Our cleaning lady does do our laundry, and she has figured out all on her own that the 2XL panties go right into david's underwear drawer. I must confess I'm also pretty careless with our toys. For example, one evening I left my strap and cane out beside the bed after a vigorous punishment session. Next morning david saw them and was keen to put them away as it was cleaning lady day. I told him to leave them where they lay. He back-talked me. Big mistake. We went to the computer and found an image of a man being spanked across a woman's knee, and another image of a man being fucked with a strap-on dildo. I made him print them out, and told him to place them on the floor near the implements. Before this, there was at least a plausible case that david might have used the implements on me. With the printed photos, there would be no doubt who was the bitch (if there ever was). When we returned after work. The photos were neatly piled on the bedside table, and the strap and crop were laid out neatly in perfect parallel on the floor next to the bed. Yes, david had been "owned" by the cleaning lady, and got what he "needed" as a result.
She is an educated Filipina lady in her early forties. She used to be a nurse back home. Now when she greets "Mr David" she always has a little twinkle in her eye and a little closed-mouth grin, or so david tells me.
Giving him what he "needs" can be a great pleasure for me. For example, he "needs" to be told to get between my legs and lick. He needs that I should kneel over his face and "force him" to clean out my asshole with his tongue while I get myself off with my Hitachi. He then "needs" to have mittens duct-taped onto his hands and be put to bed with a good hard cock.
And, of course, he "needs" to be flipped over, have his pants removed, and be fucked like a woman. Quite regularly in fact.
And I think that he will very soon be "needing" me to take him down to the gym, bend him bare ass across the exercise ball, whip him with the belt, and then take him hard with my strap-on while his pretty young trainer stands there, watches, and takes note. I definitely think he "needs" that.