#80 Wife gives a handjob, then whips a confession out of him

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!

"Hello, dear," said Holly, as I walked in the door. "Come sit next to me. Oh be a dear, and slip off your pants and briefs first."
Surprised, I did so, and sat down. 
She wrapped her left arm around my neck, and began stroking my cock with her right hand, and it grew big and hand.
"Feel good?" she whispered.
"Uh huh." 
"As good as when you do it yourself...?"
"Uh... I don't ... do it myself...not since we agreed I wouldn't."
"Are you sure...?" she said pumping away.
"Yes yes I'm sure ... I don't....oh..."
And I gasped, as my seed spurted up and out.

"Well, I don't believe you," she said, standing up. "I can tell by your mood swings, and your lack of interest in fucking me.  Get cleaned up and see me in the bedroom."

She left, and I cleaned up and followed her.

He walked in to see the ropes attached to the wooden feet of each corner of the bed. 
"Bend over the bed, " she said.
I did, and she bound my legs to the foot of the bed, then bound my wrists to the head of the bed.
Then she got her martinet out of the closet, and began whipping my buttocks, my thighs, landing an occasional stroke in between my thighs.

I shrieked in pain, and after nineteen such strokes, I blubbered, "Yes...OWW... yes I've mastur OWCHH  bated. Yes...OWCH..."
With more strokes, I admitted to masturbating almost daily from the time that I agreed not to.
"Now for your punishment," she said, and she vigorously applied another fifty strokes as I pleaded and begged and sobbed.

Finished, she said, "I'm going to leave you there to think about how you are going to word an apology and a promise to me, and I'll be back in a bit to hear it.  If I like what I hear, I'll finish this with another <mumble> strokes. If I don't like what I hear, I'll give you another fifty, and let you try again.


She turned and left the room.

I moaned and whimpered and closed my eyes.

POOF!
I was home again.