#75 Caught on video masturbating : strapped hard

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!

Loni knew that I masturbated...frequently, despite our pre-marital agreement that I would not, without her express permission.
She just had to prove it.
So, one day, she secretly installed a hidden camera in the bedroom, that had a view of the bed, and in the living room, that looked onto the couch. She connected the camera to her phone.
And she waited.
One afternoon, she was out shopping, and activated the video on her phone and saw this:

She returned home, and said, "So what did you do while I was out?"
"Oh read the paper, watched some t.v...."
"And masturbated."
"Oh, we both not I'm not supposed to do that."
"One more chance..."
"No, I'm not supposed to do that."
She produced her phone to show him the video.
He looked at it silently, while blushing.
She said, "Masturbating AND lying about it. Hmmm.  What happens now?"
"I guess ... that's up to you."
"Indeed it is.  Strip down and follow me."
Naked, I walked behind her to the spare room.
"Get on the bench," she said, and I saw the big strap in her hand.
I got on the bench and 

I shrieked and moaned as the thin strap cut into the flesh of my buttocks.
After fifty strokes, she stopped, and waited til my sobs died down and said, "How often do you masturbate, dear?"
I moaned, "Like ...every other day."
She applied ten more lashes and asked, "How often do you lie to me, dear?"
"Only... when you ask me about masturbation," I moaned.
She added another fifty strokes as I shrieked and sobbed.
She stopped and said, "I'm going to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. When I return, I will expect to hear apologies and new promises.  If I don't like what I hear, you get at least fifty more.


She hung up the whip, and left the room, noting to herself that no matter what she hears, she won't like it.

I stayed there, feeling the throbbing in my bottom, and closed my eyes.

POOF!
I was home again.