Promise is a Promise

Promise is a Promise

By fullmoon 1999

A husband is spanked for masturbating without telling his wife

Part 1

I can’t believe this is happening to me! Here I stand in the corner, my nose against the wall, my pants and underpants at my ankles and my behind glowing a crimson red! How could this happen? Was it pride… stubbornness… or a sense of righteousness?

I guess I should provide some explanation. My name’s Jim and I’ve been married to my wonderful wife Phyllis now for quite a few years. While I can’t say we have a perfect marriage, I can say that it’s been pretty good. I’ve been lucky in my profession and due to the sale of my company, we live a very comfortable life. So how could this happen?

My sexual drive has always been stronger than my wife’s. Don’t get me wrong, she’s always been accommodating, even when she wasn’t in the mood. However, I enjoy her pleasure as much as having mine and thus, when I can tell that she’s not in the mood, I resort to masturbation to avoid having her participate in an activity that she’s not really into.

Although I assume my wife realizes that sometimes I resort to self-stimulation, it has never been the topic of any discussion. When I’m in the mood and I think she’s not, I retreat to my room or the bathroom and take care of business. Normally, this is accomplished with the help of some reading or viewing material and is over in about fifteen minutes. Quietly, I might add.

One day my wife said she was going to the grocery store and I was feeling a little lustful. Knowing that she would be gone for about a half an hour I decided that I would completely enjoy myself this time. After she left, I put on a spanking video, stripped completely naked and started slowly stroking myself while the young lady pleaded not to have her panties pulled down and get spanked on her bare bottom.

I was really getting into it when all of a sudden another hand was pushing mine off my penis and stroking me with as much gusto as I had been. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I relaxed, watched the spanking and shot the best load I had in a long time.

Then reality set in. Obviously, my wife had returned early and provided the relief I was seeking. But what now? Would she be mad? Would she verbally chastise me for masturbating? Would she think I was perverted watching a spanking video? I was embarrassed and concerned. Would this end our sex life? Many thoughts went through my head.

Phyllis noticed my concern and said she was not mad. Whew!! Instant relief. However, she did say that we needed to talk. I started to reach for my clothes, but she put her hand back on my dick and said it would be more fun if we talked naked. Then she bent over, kissed my dick and removed all her clothes. I’m not as young as I used to be and things don’t react as they used to, but this time I immediately became erect again and we talked as we stroked each other.

She said she knew that my desires occurred more frequently than hers. However, she wanted us to enjoy the sexual side of our married life and not have secrets from each other. She said she didn’t understand the spanking video and asked what I found stimulating about it. I couldn’t explain, other than to tell her that it just “turned me on”. I tried to explain that I never brought it up because I was too embarrassed to see if she was interested. Besides, I didn’t think I could spank her because I didn’t want to hurt her.

She confirmed my suspicions when she said she didn’t think that she could enjoy being spanked but still wanted to share my sexual desires. She then asked if I would promise her something. Without thinking I said “sure”.

I should also tell you that there are only a couple of things in life that are important to me (getting jaded in my old age, I guess). Those are:

1. Honesty

2. Always paying off my bets

3. Never breaking a promise

Well, her request was quite simple. She asked that whenever I wanted sexual relief that I tell her. She indicated that she’d be happy to “relieve” me whenever I wanted. It might not be intercourse, but might be orally or manually, but she’d like to participate. She added that I could even watch the spanking video if she relieved me orally or manually but would prefer not watching it if we were making love. Then she added “Do you promise?”

I couldn’t believe this. She was not mad. She hadn’t put me down for masturbating or watching a spanking video. She hadn’t made me feel like a pervert. In fact, she was playing with my cock and asking me to let her help me get my rocks off whenever I wanted. And, I could even watch my spanking video. I think I could have died right then and never been happier. “Sure,” I said. “I promise.” I relaxed and started to have another orgasm. My fate was sealed and as I started to erupt, I heard her say “Remember, a promise is a promise, and if you break it you will be punished.”

Part 2

Life couldn’t have been better. Now whenever I got horny, all I had to do was go tell me wife and she’d take care of me. What I didn’t realize was that that was a lot easier to say than do. The next time I had desires I thought about what she had said and then too embarrassed to ask, retreated to the bathroom and finished the job myself. I could have kicked myself—I would much rather have Phyllis’ hand on my dick than my own, but I still couldn’t bring myself to ask her.

Life went back to its old routine. We made love periodically and I masturbated when I thought she wasn’t interested. I was real careful now to be sure that she had taken her purse when she went to the store and I wanted to watch my spanking video. As much as I wanted to, I never had the nerve to ask her to help me with my “relief”.

All was fine until today.

Today was Saturday. I had mowed the grass, paid the bills and even completed a few chores around the house that I’d been putting off for a couple of weeks. I was caught up and now I was taking a nap.

I was aroused from my nap by the gentle hands massaging my penis. As I opened my eyes I saw Phyllis sitting next to me, naked as a jaybird and slowly bending over to engulf my dick with her talented mouth. I’d been horny earlier in the day, but was glad now that I had not masturbated. I could please my wife as she was now pleasing me. Slowly I massaged her breasts, paying special attention to the nipples. I knew she enjoyed that and used both hands as she orally caressed my lower anatomy.

After a little bit she withdrew her mouth and replaced it with her hand. This gave me a chance to reciprocate and I started kissing her breasts, then sucking them and then moving my kisses down her chest to her stomach and then to her crotch. I kissed her inner thighs and then moved into position to kiss and nibble her womanhood. I felt her moist lips and used my tongue to penetrate her as far as I could. Then I felt her pulling my penis to her and slowly entered her. As our bodies moved, quickening in pace, I could hear her moan as I brought her closer to her pleasure. Finally, she grabbed my back and pulled me tight as she convulsed in her orgasm. I smiled and kissed her tenderly as I asked “Happy?” An affirmative nod brought me another smile.

As we lay there holding each other, she whispered in my ear “Have you kept your promise?” Confused and caught off guard, I replied “What promise?”

With what I thought was a slight grin she said, “You know, the one about masturbating and involving me.” ‘Oh shit.’ was all I could think to say, but I didn’t. I knew I was in trouble and didn’t want to admit it.

Phyllis knew I would never lie to her, so she pressed the issue. “Did you keep your promise?” she asked again. Quietly, I looked at her, then down at the floor and only barely audible answered “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” she continued. “You haven’t come to me once since you made your promise and I’m sure you couldn’t go that long without ‘relieving’ yourself at least once. So how many times have you masturbated yourself since then – 5, 10, 20 times?”

I didn’t know but knew that it had been more than 5. It might have been 10 but not 20, I really didn’t know. What was I to tell her? Whatever I said would be bad. But Phyllis knew I wouldn’t lie, so she waited. “Maybe 7 or 8,” I finally said.

I expected her to erupt. I’d made her a promise. A promise that was for my pleasure and here I had never kept it. In fact, I had broken it 7 or 8 times. I felt like shit. She had every right to hate me or condemn me and I deserved every bit of it.

But in a calm voice she asked “Did you watch spanking videos when you masturbated?” “Yes,” was all I could say, looking for that hole to crawl into and let the floor close over my head. I felt so small.

“Do you remember the promise you made me?” “Yes,” I could barely utter.

“And do you remember that I told you you would be punished if you broke your promise?” Again, a barely audible “Yes.” “Well, I think you’ve just earned 7 or 8 punishments, wouldn’t you agree?”

I knew I was dead meat. She was absolutely right, but I didn’t want to admit that. I’d already admitted I had broken my promise and felt terrible. Now, I had to admit that she should ‘punish’ me 7 or 8 times. What an asshole I was. I gathered all the courage I had left and looked her in the eye and said “Yes, I agree.”

“Good,” she said. “I think we should start those punishments right now. And since you broke your promise about masturbating and spanking, I think that should fit prominently into your punishments.” My mind starting going into overdrive. Was she going to masturbate me while I watched spanking videos? I didn’t think that would be much of a punishment, but if that would get me off the hook, I surely wasn’t going to complain.

But she had said ‘7 or 8 punishments’ hadn’t she? I wondered if that meant 7 or 8 times she’d masturbate me or did she have some other ideas about the rest of the punishments. I didn’t have long to find out.

“Stand up.” she ordered. I had never heard my wife sound so stern and authoritative. As I rose, she reached out and grasped my member and started to massage it. It felt good, but I wondered about the video – it was upstairs and she hadn’t asked me to get it.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen. Since you like spanking and masturbation so much, that’s exactly what you’re going to get. I’m going to turn you across my knees and spank you while I masturbate you. I’m going to keep spanking you until you ejaculate. Oh, and by the way, I intend to spank you HARD!”

Oh shit. I hadn’t planned on this. Sure I liked spanking. But my fantasies (and video) were the other way around. I’d do the spanking and the woman would be across my knee. I felt my knees give a little as I contemplated my fate. I had made a promise, broken it and now was going to be spanked like a little boy. Yes, she’d be masturbating me, but would the pleasure override the pain and embarrassment?

Pulling my erection gently, she guided me across her knees. I felt like a fool. She positioned me so that she could continue her strokes on my dick while administering other strokes on my behind. Then it started – SPANK!

I thought she’d start out easy and then maybe build up the intensity and speed, but again I was wrong. Her hand descended quickly and HARD. Less than a second later another HARD spank landed. Then again and again and again. She was determined to teach me a lesson and I discovered quickly that she was going to do a good job of it.

Again and again and again the spanks landed. I tried to concentrate on her hand that was stroking my dick, but the spanks continued to land hard and quickly. I didn’t want to show that they hurt – but they did. My butt felt like it was on fire and I was nowhere close to ejaculating.

After what seemed like a million spanks (probably only about 100) she stopped spanking and started to rub my bottom. It felt great and I finally started to enjoy the hand on the front part of my anatomy.

“You know,” she started “I never thought much about this spanking thing. But I think I’m going to enjoy it. Your ass is mine and I like the way it feels when I bring my hand down HARD on it.” “In fact, I like it so much that I think the spanking to ejaculation will only be the first part of each of your punishments.”

‘Oh, god’ I thought ‘what have I created. And, what is this first part stuff.’

She continued “After you’ve ejaculated this time, you’re going to stand in the corner for fifteen minutes with your red butt on display. While you push your nose to the wall, I want you to think about ever breaking a promise to me again. Then you’re going back over my knee for your ‘real’ spanking. I’m going to give you 100 more spanks with my hand, then 50 with the hairbrush and finally 50 with the paddle. And don’t forget, you have 7 more of these to go!”

With her commentary finished, she raised her right hand and again and again and again it descended. Her left was starting to stroke harder and harder and I felt the pleasure overcome the pain. Finally, I erupted to the accompanying Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, SPANK!

Now I’m standing in the corner with my nose against the wall. My butt hurts like hell but I know I’ve got 200 more spanks to go. Then 7 more times to endure all of this again. I peeked at my wife just a minute ago and saw her smiling.

All I could hear her say was “A promise is a promise.”

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