Spontaneous Combustion!

 Last night was... Whoosh!  😋😍

It was a Friday and I'd been thinking about her all day.  Both non-sexually but of course, in the most deviant ways as well.  😁  I got out of work a little early and stopped at the store then headed home.  It's been crazy hot for several days but yesterday it was cool and rainy and it felt wonderful.  She had the front door open with just the screen door closed, letting the cool air inside.

We had some lunch and it was perfect napping weather so we decided to take advantage of it and laid down.  In no time she was out but my mind was running and I couldn't sleep.

Several years ago, on our first foray into D/s, I would make a lot of our implements.  Paddles, gags, even a spreader bar.  For the most part, these were/are tools.  The focus is on effectiveness, not attractiveness.  I'd been thinking of making her a new paddle.  A nice wooden one and one that would have some authority but not be too large.  

I listened to her restful breathing for a while before deciding I was going to to do it and quietly slipped out of bed.  In no time I was at the hardware store buying a piece of premium grade hemlock.  I was going to go for oak, but these days I primarily just have hand tools and I have done in any woodwork is some time so I didn't want to mess up an expensive piece of lumber on this go around.  And the hemlock would do nicely at any rate.

By the time I got home, she was up and about and asked what the wood was for.  I said I was going to make her something and my sly smile must have given away that it was kink-focused.  She replied with something to the effect of, "of course you are," and then moved on.  I was a little dejected that she wasn't more excited.

I got the rough shape cut out and brought it to her for feedback.  She immediately got a splinter by a spot I'd missed and she had no further interest in assessing the paddle.  I was apologetic but flustered.

And that is more or less how the day progressed.  She spoke to her sister on the phone and mulled about but seemed mostly disinterested in me.  She wasn't being mean by any stretch, just not into it.  I, of course, was very into it so not getting the attention I wanted aggravated me.

Eventually, I brought her the semi-finished paddle.  I made sure everything was smooth enough that she wouldn't get a sliver this time.  This time she was more interested but I was already in a huff.  She the paddle and asked if the hardware store had upholstery tacks.  Normally that would get me excited, but like I said, I was now in a funk.

We talked a bit and out of nowhere she says in a very direct tone, "Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting." I lied.

She stared at me, "You know what?  Go get the Hell Bitch!" she commanded.

Now, the Hell Bitch is the pictured implement and is one that I made years ago.  It's simply a duct tape-wrapped wood handle with length of heavy gauge rubber gasket sheeting.  It is a deceptively plain tool of punishment.  The slap of the rubber strip can be incredibly painful and if wielded with careless force, it may be capable of drawing blood.  

The Hell Bitch is very aptly named.

I swallowed hard.  I was pushing her, acting out to get attention.  Now I had it!

I sheepishly tried to plead but she was having none of it.  "Shut up!  Go... get...the Hell Bitch." her eyes narrowed and her cheeks clenched.

My head sank and I disappeared into the bedroom.  Admittedly, I had a tinge of excitement, but that paled in comparison to the trepidation and mounting sense of dread that was creeping into me.  Like a little boy who'd been acting out and was now getting punished for it, I slid open the drawer that is the Hell Bitch's lair.  She mocked me, I could almost here it teasing me, "You asked for it," it always seems to whisper.

I presented the tool of my own pending pain to Domme T.  Her hand twirled in a swift circle, "Turn around and drop your panties."

I slowly spun and my fingers slipped into the lacey band of my silky, strawberry print panties.  In a motion they were at my ankles.

"You know what to do," she stated flatly, "Bend over."

My wet palms landed on my knees and plump bottom pouted backward.

The first strike was to me left cheek and it was lighter.  But even a light strike from the Bitch carries a distinct sting.  The next one landed on my right and it was harder.  I winced and my breath caught.

"You've been pouting all fucking day because you were getting the attention you wanted," she hissed.  I recognized the tone of her voice.  She was getting into it and that can be scary for me.

Another strike like the last and again I winced.  "Fucking attention whore."

There was a pause that seemed like eternity and my entire body tensed in anticipation.

The slap cracked the air and fire shot through my body.  This was my punishment blow and it was distinct and deliberate.  Her aim was off slightly and the rubber strip hit high and the end lapped the small of my back.

My entire body jerked, my head threw back, my hands clenched into white fists and I struggled to get my breath.  I swear I could hear the Hell Bitch letting out a wicked laugh.  The pain was intense but eventually I was able to compose myself and again present my fiery hot ass to her again.

She rubbed the hot red mark and commented on hitting a little high.  Her touch was gentle and soothing.  The contrast just added to the mindfuck.  It always does.

"You're just a fucking pouty little boy," she snarled and I readied myself for another.  But this time she slapped my ass with the handle.  It slapped but was nothing in comparison and I breathed a sigh of relief.  "You get a fucking attitude every time I don't act the way you think I should."  Again the handle slapped my ass.

"Don't you?" she asked sternly.  Just as I started to answer, her hand slapped my ass, this time atop the red welt from the Bitch and I winced.  And right after I felt the end of the handle jammed between my cheeks and against my hole.  It wasn't gentle either.

She poked me with it over and over while also slapping my ass.  I was honestly a little concerned that she might actually try to shove the rectangular piece of dry wood into me.  She was very much embracing the experience.

But, reflexively, without me even thinking about it, my ass pouted back further and I bent lower.

"Are you fucking serious?!" she barked.  For just a moment I didn't know what she meant but then she followed with, "You fucking whore!  I'm jamming a stick in your ass and you're trying to fuck it!"

A knot formed in my belly at being confronted with the truth.

"You know what?  You want it?  Fine.  Go get one of your cocks." she demanded.

I straightened up, trying to process what was happening, my ass still very much stung.

I started to form some words about how maybe I should shower or something.  I sounded pathetic and disjointed.

"No!  I don't fucking care. Go get one of your cocks.  Right fucking now!" her hand stroked the Hell Bitch and I knew not to hesitate any further.

Again I disappeared into the bedroom.  This time when I returned I presented her with the very realistic 6.5" suction cup cock and a large bottle of lube.

She snatched them out of hands, "Turn around and bend over." she instructed.

My mind whirled.  Only a few moments ago I was writhing in pain and now she was about to fuck me.  She was clearly now fully caught up in the moment and enjoying herself.

She was not gentle and I felt the slick head poke around my tight hole.  She did not take the time to prepare me in anyway.  Her aim was off just a touch and my hole was clenched tight and this just aggravated her.

"Spread your whore cheeks!" she demanded.

As soon as I did I felt the head of the cock shove inside me.  She just needed a clear view.  It popped past my tight dry muscles and drug slightly.  But she did not pause and buried it full into me.

My back arched and my ass shoved back.

"Look at you.  You fucking cock whore!" she snapped and spanked my ass.  "That's what you are," she pulled the silicone cock almost all the way and the shoved it back in again, " a fucking cock whore."

She began fucking me with the toy and I sank deeper and deeper into the experience.  Her hand slapped my ass, "Are you a slut? Huh?"

My hips had fallen into synch with her thrusting hand, my eyes were closed, "Yes Ma'am." I muttered.

"I can't hear you," slap..." Are you a fucking slut little boy?" she barked.

I fucked back harder, "Yes Ma'am.  Yes MA'AM!" I nearly shouted.

She pushed the cock hard into me and her other hand reached between my red hot ass and gripped my balls.  Her sharp nails dug into them and I winced.  It is a sharp, exquisite, fear-inducing pain.  She pulled them down and back, her nails digging int deeper.

"Stroke you cock slut!"

My shaky hand reached out and gripped my small, but raging hard dick.

"I bet it's fucking wet isn't it?"  She squeezed my balls and I tensed. "Is your little dick wet from having this cock in your ass?"

"Yes," I stammered.

"Stroke it!  Do it!!!"

I pounded away at my cock as "hers" filled my ass stroked over my prostate.  Strings of precum whipped about.  

I wanted to prolong it but she wasn't having it.  "Do it.  Cum on the carpet.  Cum on the carpet like the needy, dirty slut you are." she instructed.

I was so close.  She took turns spanking me and tormenting my balls which were now desperately trying to pull up toward my body in preparation for for emptying.  But she just pulled at them harder, stretching them back between my shaking thighs.

I brought my other hand up and as my little, swollen cock exploded, I did my best to catch it all.

I remember thinking, even that sublime moment of pain, pleasure, humiliation and beautiful truth, that maybe that was a mistake.  Maybe she'd see I had a handful of fresh cum and force me to eat it.  But it was too late and I came so much.  Of course some dripped onto the floor and she berated me for it.  Telling me what a slut and an animal I am.

And just like that, it was over.  I was standing there naked before my clothed wife.  My red ass tung and my crack was full of gooey lube.  My hand cupping a pool of cooling cum.  My shrinking cock still dripping onto the carpet.  My panties bunched on the floor next to my foot.  I couldn't have looked much more pathetic.

"Take this," she directed calmly.

I slowly spun, my arm bent, holding my cum and wondering is she would act on it.  She was holding the shiny dildo up to me.  Her fingers held the fake balls and it pointed straight down like it was something that needed to be disposed of.

My free hand took the glistening toy and it I could feel the warmth of my own body heat on the shaft.

"Clean that up and put it away.  Then bring me a beer." she instructed.  My mind was awash in feelings and emotions but she was as collected as if it was just another day.

I slinked away.

I returned with a beer and a towel.  I opened the beer and placed it beside Domme T and then dropped onto my knees and cleaned my gelling, cold cum drops from the carpet.

When I rose, I made a comment about taking a shower.

"No." she countered.  "No shower.  You can just go to bed all sticky.  I'll shower you tomorrow."  And with that she went back to looking at her tablet.

I was as much embarrassed as I was excited.

This morning, as I cooked some breakfast, I could feel that deep sensation low in my belly.  A faint, almost achy sensation, but not painful.  Just that feeling deep and low and reminds you that something had been there.  Something had been deep inside of you.  My ass and lower back still show the red mark of that painful Hell Bitch bite.

I could not be more content and she seems to be in quite a frisky mood.

What will today hold for us...???

The Hell Bitch...