About 12 years ago when our daughter went off to college, my husband came to me with the idea of having a weekly "progress review" where I would give him a rundown of the things he did well, and of course the things that needed improvement or that he missed. And part of that was the idea of a weekly "maintenance" whipping to drive home the importance of compliance.
If this sounds very businesslike, it was and that is why I ended up dropping it after a few months. I had just retired as a manager in a large financial services company and honestly, I was tired of weekly progress meetings and compliance reports. Doing this with my husband seemed like it would be fun on the surface but honestly, it really wasn't sexy to me.
What was sexy, however, was the idea of whipping him. We had bought a leather riding crop at a local adult store, and it made me feel all mistressy and stern to wave it around and whack his ass with it. And after I dropped the progress review idea once in a while I would still pull it out of the drawer and give him some stripes, just because the idea was hot to me.
One week I flew out to see some of my family for a week while Tom stayed home by himself becausehe was still working. At the time he was not caged permanently like he is now, but I warned him not to be touching himself. I did not allow that and it was an agreement we had for some years, caged or not.
We usually text each other at bedtime when I'm away. He texted me that he was having a hard time going to sleep, so he was touching himself for an orgasm before bed. I was annoyed and told him that he had better not be. I was kind of hoping he was joking around.
But the next night was the same thing. He told me he was having a holiday since I was gone, and he was giving himself a couple a day. Now I was getting annoyed... my husband knows that this was the one thing he promised me and that I counted on. Again, I warned him to stop.
But the next few nights were the same thing. He told me that they helped him sleep and since I wasnt there, he figured it was okay. I stopped thinking that he was joking around and began to think he was serious and I found myself becoming very upset by it.
He picked me up at the airport at the end of the week. It was a late flight, so we stopped for a quick bite and he took me home where we got undressed for bed. I noticed he was wearing his cage, but didn't think anything of it. I was tired and just collapsed into bed.
The next day he got up early and went to work. When he came home, I ordered him into the bedroom, told him to strip and stand over the bed in the maintenance position. I gave him a few minutes and walked in. He looked at me and said "Oh, you're still dressed?" I told him to be quiet because wasn't there for sex. Without any warmup I immediately started whipping his ass with my crop.
The rule is that he is to remain silent when I do this, but he was grunting and gasping as I gave him real strokes. I asked him "Did you put on your cage so I wouldn't punish you? Did you think I'd feel sorry for you?" He started to say something, but I stopped him. "No, be quiet and take it."
I changed sides to use my other arm and continued to hit him hard. I was mad, disappointed, and oddly getting aroused which made me even more annoyed because I didn't want any sex with him, at least not then.
Finally his grunts turned into yelps, so I gave him a couple more even harder and stopped. I threw the crop on the and told him to get dressed and put it away, and then get cleaned up for dinner. As I left the room, I saw the big red welts on his ass and thighs.
We had a quiet dinner watched some TV and then went to bed. He snuggled up next to me, and I remember thinking "How can he do that after I just whipped his ass hard enough to leave marks?" I pushed him over and lay in his arms, and grabbed his cage. I asked him "You didn't think putting this on would save you, did you?'
He actually laughed and said "I put this on right after you left." I was like, "What are you talking about?" He told me that he was tempted to touch himself, so he put his cage on that night. He really was just joking about giving himself daily orgasms. He promised me he wouldn't, but he thought it was funny to tease me.
I think I called him an asshole, and that he got what he deserved, but he didn't seem to mind. He thanked me for the maintenance, and I kept him locked for the next 5 or 6 months. And the next night I made sure that he thanked me properly.
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