#78 Masturbating and lieing about it: whipped in the garage

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!

Shelly arrived home from work early, and was surprised to see my car there, equally early.
My recent mood swings made her suspicious, so she quietly entered the house, and as quietly, went to the bedroom. The door was open, and she peeked in, and saw me, face down and ass up, just the way he liked to be when she used her strap-on, stroking his cock.
She took out her camera and recorded a minute of video, then crept away. 

After a few minutes, she opened quietly, then slammed close the front door, and yelled, "Honey! I'm home."
She walked into the living room, and I came out of the bedroom, wearing tighty whities, a-shirt and socks.

"How informal of you," she said.
"Yeah," I said with a blush, "I got home a little early and I was taking a nap."
"Or maybe, you were masturbating."
"Oh honey, I wouldn't do that. We agreed that I wouldn't."
"You sure you weren't?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
She held up her phone, and played the video.
I stood there, silently, blushing.
"It's hard to say what is worse, that you masturbated, today and godknows when else before this, or that you just lied about it."
I stood silently.
"So,what do you think?"
"I think..." he said slowly and carefully, "That ...I should be punished."
"Oh, I certainly agree.  Get naked and let's go into the garage."
Naked, I followed her, fearful of what was going to happen.
In the garage, she tied my wrists to a dangling rope, and pulled down on the rope, to extend my arms above his head.
Then she took her whip down from the wall, and began laying strokes onto my back and butt and thighs, as I wailed and shrieked, and ultimately, sobbed.

After giving me a long, thorough whipping, that left red stripes and welts from my shoulders to his knees, she stopped, and listened to me sob, then she hung up the whip and said, "I'm leaving you there awhile to think about the apology and the promise that you are going to give to me when I return. You should really hope that I accept both of them."

And she went back into the house.

I continued sobbing, feeling the pain from my shoulder blades down to the back of my knees.
And I closed my eyes.

POOF!
I was home again.