Business Trip Punishment
by scottieboy
pwhipped2@yahoo.com
Background: I am a 47 year old man who has been sent out repeatedly over the past year for punishment by male disciplinarians. My wife contacts them, or they contact her, then I am sent out to get my attitude adjusted. This most recent story is from earlier this week on a Southwestern Business trip. This is entirely for real. Those who wish to contact my spouse and do so at hadenufofhim@yahoo.com.
I had a half day half at the end of this business trip to spend with my wife. She does not usually accompany me on such trips but this was an exception. As is our routine, she brought along her hairbrush in case I got out of line. She has been disciplining me for over a year now, and episodically has male disciplinarians visit as well.
The staff at the suites hotel where we stayed were real idiots and messed up our room arrangements, placing us in the wrong kind of room, which necessitated our moving. I got pissed off and really told them off in the lobby. I called them fucking morons and everything else you can think of. Well as soon as we got upstairs into our new room my wife let me know that I had gone way past the line and that I could expect punishment as soon as she could arrange it. She of course told me this while hairbrushing my ass.
The next afternoon I came back to the hotel after my meetings, expecting to spend a pleasant afternoon off. I was told that I had two appointments coming over, both men she found on Craigs list or somewhere to spank me. I protested that two guys seemed over the top, but was told that the arrangements were made and that in the one case the man knew he was punishing me for her, and in the other she had contacted him as though she were me seeking punishment. I was told that she would be in the next room listening, but that the spankers would not know she was there.
I was given a phone number to call for the first guy and dialed it
"Hello....Um.... I 'm supposed to call this number" I said to the deep male voice that answered the phone.
"I'm 20 minutes from the hotel" he said, then went on to direct "I want the door ajar and you standing naked waiting for me when I come to the room,hands on top of your head, is that understood boy?"
"Yes Sir" I said, knowing better than to argue.
I stripped off and stood in the living room area with the door ajar enough that someone could walk in. After about 15 minutes a thin runners build guy in his 50s entered. He started at me, naked with an half hard on,almost at its full 7 inches really, and licked his lips, then turned to close the door.
He took me to the bedroom where I was to be punished and made me bend over at the foot of the bed.
"You have some punishment coming boy" he said, as he began to unpack one of the two cases he brought. Out of the case came a hairbrush and nasty looking wooden paddle, shaving cream, and a razor.
"Yes Sir" I replied, not liking the looks of any of it, especially the razor.
"You have a shitty attitude and treat people badly, your wife contacted me to teach you a lesson" he said, as he picked up the hairbrush and tapped the palm of his hand. "You will hold position".
"Yes Sir" I replied, knowing that he was going to start whacking my ass with the brush.
"Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack" came the first four blows, scattered across my ass. I tensed up my butt and started breathing deeply as I do when I am trying to stay in control during a punishment.
"It must be pretty embarassing to have to do this at your age, I would think you would learn" he said, punctuating each word with whacks of the hairbrush.
I was starting to bob my ass up and down 'cause it hurt, but responded in the expected manner "Yes Sir" I replied.
He then speeded up the tempo and starting really rapid fire whacking my ass with that stinging wood brush. "Whack, Whack, Whack, whack, whack" came the blows. I had been keeping a mental count but stopped when he got over 50 as I struggled to maintain control and release no more than the allowed grown to escape my lips.
"Ow, Ow, fuck sir that hurts, please" I moaned out.
He stopped suddenly, then reached for that heavy paddle. Now I knew that the punishment was really going to get severe, and I was already starting to beg.
"Count them boy" he said and reared back slamming the paddle into my ass. "One Sir" I said, as I broke position because it hurt so damned much.
"Back in position boy, do that again and I'll add 10" he said.
"OOOW, One Sir" I said as the repeat blow was worse than the first, but I held position.
"TWO........ FUCK" I said as my ass felt like it was on fire.
"THREE........ Please Sir" I said.
"FOUR........OOOOOOW" I cried out.
This continued all the way to twenty hard blows, and I was tearing up at the end.
"Well that's the first part of your punishment boy, now lay on your back on the bed.... no slide down until your ass is almost off the bed.... that's right... Pick up your feet and put them on the bed and let your knees flop out... RIght bitch".
There I was, legs flopped open like a whore, while another male started down at me. He went out to the bathroom and I heard water runnning. He returned with a wet towel and dry towel.
He wet down my balls and asshole area and applied shaving cream. Despite myself, I went hard instantly.
"You like this bitch" he asked. I did not like being called a bitch one bit, but bit my tongue and replied "No Sir".
He then shaved my balls, picking them up to get the underside, thorughly shaving my perineum too.
"That's better" he said, then followed it up with another command "Get on your hands and knees in the center of the bed............. that's right.......... now drop your chest down on the bed............ right hold that ass up in the air".
I was worried at this point since my balls were flapping in the breeze and my asshole was vulnerable. but I did as I was told. He again left the room and I heard water running.
When he returned, I was in shock. He was carrying a big red enema bag, obviously bulging with water and with the nozzle attached.
"Fuck" I thought, "this asshole is going to give me an enema".
He inserted the nozzle then I heard the plastic valve click as he opened it up. Hot liquid poured into my bowels as my face turned crimson with embarassment. He then withdrew the nozzle and said "Hold it faggot".
After about 10 minutes I was getting really uncomfortable. THe hot liquid was burning in my insides. Worse, he took out the camera and shot a picture of my ass with the nozzle in it.
"Please SIr, I got to get rid of this" I whined.
"Ask nicer" he said.
"Please Sir I swear I have learned my lesson please may I go to the bathroom" I said in my nicest voice.
"OK, but leave the door open" he said. Past any more embarassment, I was just glad I was going to get rid of the enema.
I spent the next 10 minutes getting rid of the enema with him watching. Totally humiliated, I cleaned myself up figuring that it was all over.
"Lie down on your back in the tub now" he ordered.
Doubtfull, I complied with the order. He stood beside the tub and pulled his dick out.
"Damn, he's going to piss on me" I thought, but he didn't. Instead he starting stroking himself. While doing that he pulled his balls out and ordered "Play with them".
I am a straight guy so getting jacked off on or playing with a dude's balls is not on my list of things I want to do. I hesitated and he saw it in my eyes.
"Do I need to paddle you again" he asked?
"No Sir" I replied, and started massing his balls like I used to do to myself as a kid when I jacked off.
He didn't last long, and within a couple of minutes he shot semen all over my chest and face, I was so humiliated by it I couldn't believe it.
At that point he excused himself and left me lying there in the cum.
My spouse came out and stared down at me, red faced, sore ass, drenched in cum "I hope you are learning a lesson about respect Scott" she said in a disapproving tone.
"Yes Maam" I replied, knowing better than to argue.
"Get cleaned up, the next man is coming in 30 minutes" she ordered.
I showered quickly, and dried off and came out into the living area of the suite. She led me to the bed where she had stacked up four pillows in the middle and told me to lie down across the pillows. She spread my legs wide so my balls and asshole were exposed. She then left and went into the next room, leaving me waiting for round 2.
After maybe 15 minutes I heard the door close and lock, and knew that he was here. I looked to the side as he came in and saw a fairly kindly looking old guy in his 60s, carrying a gym bag. He set the bag down and removed a heavy well oiled belt, a razor strap, and a really heavy looking strap that was like two razor straps glued together.
He saw me staring at that last strap and said "reformatory strap". A mental image of the poor kids who got that in times past crossed my mind but was replaced by an image of myself, lying across these pillows, about to get it myself.
"You are getting 100 strokes today boy" he said in a casual, almost reassuring tone that was inconsistent with the message he just gave me.
"The first 50 will be with the belt, then 25 with the razor strap then 25 hard with the reformatory strap". he calmly explained.
He then took his place on the left side of the bed and took the doubled over belt in his right hand.
"Whack" came the first blow, reminiscent of what I got as a kid growing up. I knew that a looped mark had probably just formed on my ass.
"Whack" came the second blow shortly thereafter.
He methodically belted my ass 10 times from the left side of the bed, then switched sides and belt arms to swing with his left arm and gave 10 from that direction.
"Ow, Ow, oooooow!.. please" I started mumbling, hating myself for doing it since I was just making a spectacle of myself.
He switched sides and began the 3rd set of 10, again standing to the left and swinging with his right arm.
My ass was on fire from the belting by the time he finished the 30th blow and I knew my eyes had teared up some. This did not distract this calm older man one bit. As though he were going for a Sunday walk, he just switched sides and delivered blows 30 to 40, then switched again for the final of the 50 with the belt.
"OK, now for the razor strap" he said.
I dreaded this as my dad had a razor strap that he sometimes used when I was growing up and I knew all to well how that well oiled strap (I had to oil it) could cover what seemed like half my ass in red hot pain.
He stood to the right hand side of the bed and took the strap in his left hand. Rearing it back and swinging it foward, I swear I could hear it sing as it went through the air.
"ONE SIR" I counted, a reflex that went back to when I was a kid and had to count them.
That fucking strap felt like fire across my ass, every bit as bad as I remembered it from my adolescence.
"TWO SIR" I screamed out as it struck again.
"THREE SIR" I moaned, realizing that I was already hyperventilating and there were 22 more to go.
"FOUR SIr.......... FIVE.............. SIX......... OWH PLEASE SIR...........SEven.......... AAAAUH............ EIGHT SIr".
Somehow I held position on the bed as he passed the halfway point and I cried out "Thirteen SIR".
THe next 12 came really fast and I don't even remember counting them though I am sure I did. All i remember is that suddenly it was over and my tear stained face was on the bed.
He gave me about a 10 minute break as he went off to the kitchen and helped himself to a beer.
"Damn I'm working up a thirst" he said to himself, I did not reply as none was expected.
After he slowly sipped his beer, he put down the bottle and reached for that reformatory strap. I shook a little when I looked at it, seeing that it was probably more than twice as thick as the razor strap.
The first blow was still a shock. "OOOOOOOW.......... FUUUUCK" I cried as it slammed into my already sore ass, feeling as though the pain went down to the bone.
He waited maybe 15 or 20 seconds for it to sink in, and swung again "OOOOOOOOOOOW..........PLEASE SIR" I whined at him.
OF course there was no response, except another hard blow 15 or twenty seconds later, at which point I commenced kicking my legs up and down as if I were swimming the freestyle. Somehow this gave me a bit of relief. He waited patiently until I stopped kicking and delivered the Next one, even harder it seemed as the tip hit the sensitive outer part of my lower thigh. I knew that one had left a mark.
I was pretty much kicking and begging for the final 10, sounding like a whipped kid from the 1950s when such discipline was common place.
Finally it ended, and he thanked me (Yes, he said "thanks boy you took that well", no kidding) and he left.
My spouse came out from the next room and inspected my tortured ass.
"I hope you learned something from that" she said. "I am prepared to do the same thing the next time". I was then sent to the corner to think about my behavior.
After an hour I came out of the corner and had to e mail the pics of my whipped ass, my nozzle inserted ass, and my balls with clothespins (she had those on while I was in the corner) to the not small number of men and women who follow my punishments.
If any of the readers wish to follow my punishments, they can do so by contacting my spouse. Men local to San Diego may inquire about punishing me if they so desire.
Scott