POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was in the living room with her.
She said, "Okay, it's time for your bedtime beating. Go get ready."
I looked at her balefully, and she said firmly, "Don't look at me that way. I told you that you would be getting a beating every night for a week, for the way you spoke to me this morning. Now, go to the bedroom, get naked and get on the bed, FDAU!"
I went to the bedroom, stripped, and got on the bed.
After a bit she came in, picked up the riding crop and
She laid on 100 strokes as I howled and moaned and groaned.
She stopped and said, "You may now stretch out and relax, but no rubbing! while I get ready for bed.
I lay flat, and stretched, while moaned, and faded out
and
POOF I was 'home' again.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
We had been married for less than a year, and coming up was my first birthday that we would celebrate as a married couple.
Many times, we discussed role-playing and fantasies, as an aid to keeping our sex life crisp and new.
One scene I mentioned frequently was my desire to be spanked ... while naked ...and over her knee .. in the fashion of a naughty little boy being spanked by his mother.
She obliged me a few times on this, as a prelude to bed time sex, and she always commented on how turned on I was by the spanking as was she. Even so, such spankings were too infrequent, in my humble opinion. While she said that she enjoyed spanking me, she did not seem inclined to give them to me very often.
Prior to the beginning of some such scenes, I suggested we pretend there was an audience watching me being spanked, such as her sister or friends, as I thought it would add to the possible embarrassment.
So, my birthday:
I came home from work, and she was dressed and ready.
"Happy birthday, honey," she said, greeting me at the door with a kiss. "Let's go."
"Uh..go? Where?"
"Early dinner. C'mon."
And we went, to our favorite restaurant.
Done in a couple hours, we returned home.
Back in the living room, she pulled out a dining table chair to the middle of the floor, produced her heavy wooden hair brush, and with a smile, said, "Go to the bedroom, strip to your tighty whities, and return here for your birthday spanking."
I did as told, and returned.
"Stand right there in front of me..."
I stopped and stood.
"Now, everybody," she shouted towards the kitchen.
And out of the kitchen walked four of her girlfriends.
"SURPRISE!"
My mouth fell open, and I blushed. I could feel my face turning a dark red.
Jennie grinned at me, as the women formed a semi circle behind me.
"Take 'em off and get over my lap," she said.
With a slight reluctance, I pulled my briefs down
to my feet, and stepped out of them, and knelt down and over her lap.
She went to work
beating my bottom, harder, MUCH harder, than she ever did during previous spankings she gave me.
The intensity of the spanking caught me by surprise, had me breathless, until I broke into tears.
Mercifully, she stopped, and said, "Now get up and get into that corner."
I got up, trying to ignore the smiles on the women who were watching, and went.
"I'm going to let you cool down there a while, then we'll have birthday cake."
After 'a while', she brought to me my bath robe to put on, and said, "Here ya go, come have cake."
The cake was on the table, with candles lit.
"Make a wish," she said.
I silently did, and blew out all the candles.
While eating cake, she whispered to me, "What did you wish for?"
"More spankings, just like that one."
"I was hoping that would be your wish," she said, "It was mine, too. Count on it, mister!"
I smiled, and closed my eyes.
POOF! I was back in my living room.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was in my bed, just waking up.
I went into the living room, wearing only tighty whities.
My wife was there, looking very angry.
"It's about time you got up. There are chores to be done! Let's start with a lesson. Take those off and bend over the chair."
I did so
and
She took up the square paddle and gave my bottom 20 hard swats as I moaned.
"Sweep this floor," she said, "Let me know when you're done."
I took up broom, and spent about 15 minutes sweeping the floor.
"Done with the floor," I said.
"Bend over,"she said.
ANd
she took up Big Red and gave my bottom 20 hard swats.
"Clean up the dishes in the sink," she said.
I took care of the dishes in the sink, getting them in the dishwasher, setting it to run, and said, "I've finished with the dishes."
"Bend over!"
She applied the bath brush to my bottom 20 times as I moaned.
"Go make the bed."
I went to the bedroom and made the bed.
"Finished with the bed."
"Bend over."
She gave me bottom 10 swats with the tawse and 10 with the zombie killer, as I moaned.
"Scrub the bath tub."
I went and knelt at the bath tub, and scrubbed it out.
"Done with the bath tub," I said.
"Bend over."
She gave my bottom 50 whacks with the junior paddle, as I gasped and begged her to stop.
She stopped and said, "Get into the corner."
I went.
After an hour, she said, "Let's finish this with a final lesson. Come here, bend over..."
She landed 100 swats as I moaned and sobbed.
"Back to the corner, and tearfully, I went.
I gasped, and sighed, and
POOF!
I was back 'home' again.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I appeared in my living room in front of my step mother.
"I'm really disappointed with your attitude of late, so I've acquired something that I'm told is a real attitude-changer."
And she showed me a carpet beater.
"Strip off, now."
I slowly stripped to naked, and she said,"Over the stool."
I bent over the stool and
she applied 20 hard strokes as I moaned and groaned.
"Now, over the edge of the couch," she said.
I went, and she applied another 20 hard strokes as I gasped.
"Now, up and bend over, hands on the table."
She applied another 20 strokes, and I was almost in tears.
"Now stand up, bend over hands on knees."
I stood, I bent, and
The strokes just kept coming and coming, until I was blubbering, in tears, begging.
She stopped, and said, "Let's see if that adjusts your attitude any. Go to the corner, hands on head!"
I went and I stood.
"I'll let you know when you can turn around," she said.
Standing there, I drifted off, and
POOF! I was 'home' again.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was at her door, picking up my new girlfriend for a date.
I knew I was late.
I knew I should have called.
She opened the door, frowning.
I came in.
"You are late."
"Yes, I know, I should have called..."
"But you did not, and you are late. So...you can either leave, right now, and that's the end of 'us' or you can accept the kind of punishment a man should get when he pisses off a woman like me."
"I ...I accept punishment."
"Good. Strip. Naked."
Surprised, perhaps, embarrassed, I slowly stripped, to naked.
She said, "Bend over the back of that chair."
I did so, and she picked up a belt and,
She applied 100 hard strokes of the belt across my bottom as I moaned and yelped.
Not satisfied yet, she took up a shorter strap, and
laid on another 100 strokes, as I begged her to stop.
Still not satisfied, she had me lay across the day bed, and she sat down next to me with strap in hand and
laid on another 100 strokes.
FInally satisfied, she said, "Go stand in the corner there, while I finish getting ready to go.
I went and stood.
I stood there, moaning, until she said, "Okay, I'm ready, now you can get dressed..."
and POOF! I was 'home' again.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
Merry and I were walking in the door to a fund raiser for a Femdom group to which we belonged.
Tickets were being sold at a buck apiece to be used at the various play stations and games being held there.
We were assigned a separate room to set up in, but no closeable door.
As a public party, I could not get naked, so I stripped to white a shirt and white thong, and I lay prone on my stomach on a waist high table, with pillows under my stomach.
Merry set up canisters holding implements and put up signs.
One canister: several skinny hickory or bamboo canes, sign: "3 strokes one ticket."
Second canister: senior heavy cane, sign: "3 strokes, three tickets."
Third canister: Leather tawse and strap, sign: "3 strokes, five tickets."
Fourth canister: Two heavy paddles, sign: "3 strokes, seven tickets."
Fifth canister: a heavy sjambok we borrowed, sign: "2 strokes, ten tickets."
One more sign: "Got your own implement? Ask Merry how many tickets."
And we set up a camera focused strictly on my butt.
Then Merry put a sign on the wall: "Open for business"
Business was good and brisk, and I made a show of moaning in pretense of pain.
Although real pain did happen when one woman dropped ten tickets and used the sjambok.
By closing time, we had collect 110 tickets, and my bottom was a deep dark red.
We packed up, and cashed in our tickets, for which we earned 10% for our trouble, a whopping $11.
She drove home, and I nodded off.
Poof! I was back in my living room.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
My strict wife had a regimen of caning me occasionally, when she wanted me to remember to behave.
No set schedule: she would just announce I am due.
I was at work she sent a text to my phone:
"You are due. Get ready as soon as soon as you get home."
Flash to
I arrived home, when inside the house, went to our bedroom and stripped naked, then went to the spare bedroom, and stood, with my nose in a corner, and waited.
In time, she came in, and took the senior cane out of the closet, place a pile of pillows on the edge of the bed, and said, "Bend over the pillows."
I went to the bed, and bent over.
She delivered the first stroke, and I moaned.
Second stroke, I moaned louder.
Third stroke, I was quivering and groaning.
Fourth stroke, I was quivering and gasping.
.
.
.
Twelfth stroke: "Please Ma'am, please no more...." I was begging.
Fourteenth stroke: I was just ... sobbing.
Twentieth and final stroke: I was sobbing loudly.
"Get up and go to the corner, hands on your head," she said.
I got up, sniffling and went, my bottom on fire and throbbing.
After thirty minutes in the corner, I whispered, "Teenie Genie, take me home."
POOF! I was back in my living room.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
While Merry was away with friends, Sean called me up, asking about playing some chess. It had been quite some time, and I was glad to say, come on over.
He arrived, and we set up the board, and I was setting the clock.
"Time limit?"
"EH, let's go three minutes a side."
"Okay," I said.
"What are the stakes?"
"Stakes?" I repeated. "I won't play for money."
"Yeah," he said, "I had something else in mind. Some time ago, you told me that you and Merry enjoyed corporal punishment, you know, spanking and that like..."
"Uh huh..."
"Do you have a ... cane ... in the house?"
"Several," I said.
"So, how about, three cane strokes for the loser, per game?"
I paused, and said, "We need ground rules."
"Like what?"
"Let's say, you win the first game. All I'm going to do is stand up, maybe bend over, and let you apply the cane to the seat of my pants."
"Needs to be on the bare," he said.
"That's what I mean by, ground rules. Establish what happens, how it happens."
"Um, okay, like what?"
"A progression. Um, what kind of underwear you got on?"
"Just white briefs."
"Okay, me too. So, first loss, loser strips all the way down to briefs. 2nd loss earns 3 strokes on seat of briefs, while.. oh, bent over the back of that chair. 3rd loss, briefs down, 3 strokes on bare, then briefs up, sits down. 4th loss, briefs come off, 3 strokes, sits down naked."
"And then?"
"Um, 5th loss, a coin flip, either 5 strokes, or a 3 minute hands free blow job to the winner."
"Oh, I like it."
"And, 6th loss, both ... 5 strokes AND the 3 minute blow job."
"Uh huh..."
"Seventh loss, 5 strokes, an ass cleaning by loser to winner, followed by 3 minutes of ass licking, and a 3 minute blow job."
"Oh yes."
"8th loss, 6 strokes, and winner's choice of a blow job until he cums, or fucking the loser in the ass."
"Okay, game on!"
I knew I was a better player, but I was long out of practice, and he played a lot between gigs, so we were evenly matched at blitz.
He won 1, I won 2, he won 2, I won 1, he won 1, I won 1, so after 8 games, we were both naked and had received nine strokes each.
I won the 9th, and coin flip determined that I gave him 5 strokes.
He won the 10th, and the coin flip indicated a give him a blow job. I knelt between his spread legs, and he started the timer on the chess clock, and I sucked his cock until the clock chirped 'time'.
He had a great erection when I backed away, and I wasn't doing so bad myself
He won the 11th. He gave my bottom five rather hard strokes that had me yelping, then I knelt, and sucked his cock another three minutes. His cock was starting to twitch when the clock sounded off, and I backed away, smiling.
I won the 12th. I repaid him in kind with 5 hard strokes, then I sat down, and happily accepted his mouth on my cock.
I won the 13th, and gave his bottom five rapid hard strokes, to which he yelped, then we went to the bathroom, and I bent over the sink, and he spread my cheeks, and cleaned my hole and taint thoroughly with wipes, then back in the living room, I bent over and set the clock, and he used his tongue up and down and around my anus.
The clock sounded off, and I turned around, sat down, and he knelt between my legs and sucked my cock to the brink of me spurting, when the clock sounded.
He got up, and returned to the table, and he won the 14th game.
My turn to accept five stinging strokes, then to the bathroom, where I cleaned between his cheeks, and in the living room, licked his ass until the timer sounded, then he sat down, and I sucked his cock until the chirp.
I sat at the table, and he grinned, "This is the tie breaker."
"Yep," I said, proceeding.
In a very close game, I ran out of time, while he had one second left.
I got up and bent over. Six hard strokes had me grunted between gritted teeth at each.
I stood up, and he was grinning. "Got any condoms?"
I nodded, and led him to the bedroom.
I found a condom for him, and a tube of Anal-eze.
"Where.." he started to ask, and I knelt on the edge of the bed, so he could stand behind me.
He put the condom on his eight inch member, applied lube to it and my hole, spread my cheeks, stepped up, and I felt his dick head nudge against my hole, then he slid in. And pulled out. And in and out. And he began rapidly pounding my ass.
...as I groaned and moaned.
I could feel his cock twitching, then surging, as he spurt his cum into the condom inside my hole, and he gasped loudly, and held me still with one hand on each of my hips, then he withdrew.
"That was GREAT," he said, as he went to the bathroom to discard the condom, then urinate.
My butt hurt, my hole hurt, but I knew what I wanted.
I got up and got the lexan paddle out of the closet, and when he came out, he found me in the living room, bent over the chair, the paddle resting on my back.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Twenty with this paddle, fast as you can."
"Okay," he said, and
Gawd, I was yelping and moaning as that paddle hit my bottom.
He stopped, and I turned around, clutching my bruised buttocks.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Watch me ...jack off."
"Okay."
And he stood there, smiling, while I stroked my cock, until I spurted a load onto my chest.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"I think we're both kind of ... spent."
"Yeah, I think so too."
"So, how's the wife?"
"Well, we've been separated for a year."
"Oh, sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, she saw a bunch of gay porn on my laptop, and I couldn't really explain it so .... she left."
"Oh. Oh. And the thing about ...caning?"
"Oh, several of the guys I've gone with are into spanking and switching, and I've really come to like it."
"I see. Well, be less of a stranger, and come by more often."
"Well, I might, but if your wife is home?"
I smiled. "Oh she wouldn't mind. She'd love to watch."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. He was dressed, and said, "See ya," and went out the door.
Well, this was FUN, I thought, and I whispered, "Teenie Genie, take me home."
Poof! I was back in my living room.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was with my fiance, Joan, visiting her father at his house.
After a bit, Phil said, "Join me in my study."
I got up to follow him, and the wicked smile on Joan's face had me wondering.
Once there, he said, "Has Joan mentioned that I am a strict disciplinarian?"
"Um no she hasn't."
"She has not talked about the spankings I gave her and her brothers as they were growing up?"
"Well, no sir."
"Hmm. Okay then. Well, I am a strict disciplinarian, as she knows, and if you are going to be a part of this family, then you need to learn it as well. I think a demonstration is in order."
"Sir?" I said hesitantly.
He pulled out of a closet, a leather tawse and a strap, and said, "Get your clothes off."
"SIR?" I repeated.
"I said, strip ... naked ...now."
The look on his face ... I thought about running away ... then thought better of it, and began disrobing, until I stood in white socks and briefs.
"Did I not say, naked?"
I took a deep breath, and bent down to take off my socks, then I pulled my briefs down and off.
He looked at my manhood, and said, "Joan will be pleased. So, bend over the arm of the couch there."
I did, and he started with the strap...
and I moaned and gasped at each stinging stroke.
Then he switched to the tawse, and
and each stroke had me bucking and yelping.
After thirty with each, he said, "Now get up and stand in that corner."
I got up and slowly went, putting my hands back to rub my bottom.
"No rubbing!" he ordered. "Put your hands on your head."
I heard his footsteps as he left the room, and I don't know how much later, he returned.
"That was just a sample," he said. "Punishment spankings are much worse. Turn around and get dressed."
I did so.
"Let's go back into the living room."
Joan was sitting on the couch, a wry look on her face.
I sat down, quite gingerly, next to her.
She whispered, "When he left you and came out here, he took me in the other room, and smacked my bare bottom with a paddle. I'm having a bit of trouble sitting, too."
"Lovely," I whispered back.
Nothing else to do here, I thought, and I whispered, "Teenie Genie, take me home."
POOF! I was back in my living room.
