Woman Spanks Man With Her Belt

Femdom Corporal Punishment Story

Hugh was lounging on the couch with his legs up on the glass coffee table. Syren was in the kitchen preparing supper. Hugh could see her cute petite frame with a perky ass and nice curves. She was a delightful treat to watch. When she carried two plates of food to the coffee table, Syren flashed a lovely smile that made her eyes twinkled.

“Thank you, darling,” Hugh said.

“You’re welcome.”

Curling up beside her husband, Syren took a bite.

“Do we have anything to drink?” Hugh asked.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Syren said. “I’ll get it for you. Hold on.”

The sexy lady hopped up and quickly brought back a cold beer.

“Thank you, baby.”

As they ate the supper that Syren had prepared, Syren curled up against Hugh’s side. A new show had just started. As Syren stroked his chest, Hugh’s attention was fixed on the female character. The character was dressed in a black leather bra and a matching short skirt. Thigh high boots hugged her legs all the way down to the three inch high heels. She had a small whip with a dozen leather strands in her hand.

“Ouch, I like that,” Hugh said without even thinking.

“Oh honey, would you like for me to dress that way for you?” Syren asked.

“Please Syren,” Hugh said with a scoff. “You are too Syren, no pun intended, to pull that off.”

Syren flinched. Hugh tried to recover.

“Darling, you know what I mean? It would be hard to play that role.”

“Want to try and see young man?” Syren challenged.

Hugh blew it off. Syren sit up and stared at him. Hugh continued to be glued to dominatrix. Syren looked first at him and then at the television.

“I am serious, Hugh,” Syren said.

He ignored her. Furious, Syren stood up and turned the television set off.

“Hey, what are you doing? I was watching that.”

“I want your attention. Do you think you could handle me being like that woman for a week?”

Hugh looked thoughtful. He looked up and down her five foot four frame and laughed under his breath.

“Sure, if you want to,” Hugh said.

“S do we have a deal,” Syren said. “I will be your mistress and control for the next week?”

“Sure honey, a week is fine. I will be happy to see you in a tight leather outfit. You know that I love your legs in a short leather skirt.”

“I know you would,” Syren answered. “And, I would never wear underwear either. I know that would spoil the view for you.”

Syren’s face had the most evil smile that Hugh had ever seen.

“Now that would make it worthwhile all by itself,” Hugh said.

Hugh’s heart skipped a beat as he pictured her in a sleek leather outfit.

“Of course leather or not, Hugh will expect you to obey me and take the consequences if you don’t. If you please me there will be rewards, but if you don’t there will be punishments. You have to agree to take whatever I dish out.”

“For a week?” Hugh said out loud as he thought.

It could be exciting. Hugh and Syren had been married for seven years and in some ways they had a very ordinary relationship. In other ways, it had gotten stale. Even if Syren failed at being a mistress, it would no doubt add some spark. Hugh liked the idea of seeing her in costumes.

“Not a problem, honey,” Hugh said. “One week in your service. Take whatever money that you need from savings to buy your costumes.”

“Are you sure?” Syren asked.

“Yes Syren.”

“How about we begin right now?”

“Sure baby,” Hugh said.

“I can tell we need to work on one thing right now. You don’t call me baby or honey. I am one thing to you and that is Mistress. Do you understand that?”

“Yes baby, I mean Mistress,” Hugh said.

“I can see that you’re going to need some instruction and reinforcement. Give me your belt.”

“Why?”

“Because, I asked for it,” Syren said. “Now take your belt out of those pants real slow and put it in my hands.”

“Ok,” Hugh said.

Hugh did as she asked and unbuckled his leather belt and slowly slid it through the loops until it was completely off. Looking down at it, Hugh saw a wide black belt made of leather. It was smooth and sleek just like the material that Hugh hoped to see Syren wearing.

“Give it to me,” Syren repeated.

Hugh did just that. The belt looked big in her small hands.

“Drop your jeans down around your ankles now. I think it is time for explain my role a little better.”

“What!!!” Hugh yelled. “Oh baby, please?”

“You don’t seem to understand. For the next week, you are mine. You will do exactly what I tell you to do and without hesitation. See I told you just two minutes ago to not call me baby, and you just did. That is out and out disrespect. I can see that you need to understand that this is serious. Get those pants down, now!!!”

Hugh slowly unsnapped his jeans and pushed them over his ass. They were tight and hugged his ass tightly. As they slid off and down his legs, Hugh stood there in his red jockey shorts with his jeans sitting around his ankles.

“Shorts too,” Syren demanded.

Hugh took the same steps of pulling them down over his ass. Somehow he felt a little fear about what was coming next and drew out the time that it would have been required to take them down. Syren didn’t seem to mind. The slower that Hugh moved the better she enjoyed the show. She had a wild look in her eyes and a stupid smile on her face. When Hugh had slid his shorts down to join the crumpled jeans around his ankles, he looked up at her.

“Turn around and put both hands on the arm of the couch.”

Hugh did as she asked. Secretly, Hugh had to wonder whether she had enough strength to make an impact. Syren was a little thing. Hugh wondered if he needed to moan a little to make it realistic. He wanted to play along and make it sounded like it really hurt.

“Hold on tight. I don’t want you moving around on me.”

“Yes, baby,” Hugh said.

Hugh smiled as he intentional broke her rule again. Hugh heard the belt swishing through the air an instant before it made contact. The belt stung all the way across his ass. The popping sound of the leather sunk into his skin and was louder than the preceding air whistle. Hugh bolted up in shock and turned to faced her. Syren was smiling. Rubbing his ass, Hugh tried to speak.

“Ouch,” Hugh said. “That stung.”

“Good,” Syren said. “It’s supposed to sting. The sting will help you remember your place better. Now I didn’t tell you to take your hands off of the couch.”

Syren shook her head and then continued.

“This is going to take an awful lot of work. You call me baby, and then you don’t listen to me when I tell you to do something. For the record, I am determined to teach you a few things this week.”

Hugh stared at her cold eyes. They were colder than he had ever seen them in his life, but he also noticed that her nipples were pressing out through the t-shirt material.

“I said,” Syrener continued. “Get your hands back on that couch arm, and stick that ass out as far as you can. I am going to warm it up for you.”

Hugh slowly turned and grabbed the arm of the couch. Pushing back his ass, Hugh felt the skin stretch over his ass muscles.

“Oh yes, now my little slave is figuring it out.”

Hugh didn’t even hear the swish before the next crack of the doubled belt. Even as it burned into his skin, Hugh held the position. Syren kept going. The next lick hit full force with the right cheek taking the full force of the flat belt. It forced the air out of Hugh’s lungs as he groaned. Before he could catch his next breath, Syren sent another lashing into the tender underside of his ass.

“mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Hugh cried as the groan escaped his lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” Syren said. “You like being my little slut, don’t you?”

Before Hugh could answer, she landed two more lashes into the same spot, the belt seem to find its way into his butt tuck and set his skin on fire.

“Now the way that I figure it…” Syren said.

Whack

The belt struck his left cheek that time. The virgin skin yelled in agony. The second lash was right behind it.

“You owe me about…”

Whack. Whack

They found his left butt cheek and stung worse than the other side. She was finding her mark at will now. Hugh gripped the arm of the couch with white knuckles. Determined to not let go, Hugh tried to take deep breaths.

“twenty of these…”

The next one was harder than any so far. It cut into his ass like a branding iron. Hugh felt the heat rising in his skin and knew that it had to be turning pink.

“Maybe next time you will…”

The next lashes came with an upward swing. They were so hard that Hugh found himself rising onto his tip toes with each lash. The end of the belt caught the upper part of his thigh. Hugh pushed upward as far as he could in some hopeless attempt to avoid the brunt contact.

“think twice about calling me baby.”

Syren must have enjoyed the reaction from the upward swings because she started making them all upward moving. The bottom of his ass become noticeable more tender than the rest of his ass. She made contact with the next one, and it drove right into Hugh’s brain.

“Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Syren, God, you are killing me.”

“I like it when you groan,” Syren said. “You have found a way to make me happy. But don’t call me Syren, I am Mistress. Anything else will be punished severely. I think you know that I will do it now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Hugh said.

Hugh felt the belt swish across his ass again.

“Yes, what?”

Hugh felt the belt come down on his ass three more times. Hugh breathed so hard with each lick that he could barely get enough air.

“Come on slut, you know the right words,”

The belt came across his left cheek, and the tip flickered into his crack. A scream escaped his lips before Hugh could hold it in. Mistress Syren must have loved it because she came back with another lash at the same spot. Hugh screamed again without shame. The pain was intense.

“Oh I,” Syren said.

“I don’t,” Hugh cried back.

“Wrong answer,” Syren said. “Take your shoes and pants off. I am taking some clothes off too. I would suggest that you finish first. Get them off, now!!!”

Syren pulled her top up. Hugh stared in wonder at the finely toned stomach. Syren’s narrow waist and tight muscles made her midriff exquisite. As she continued to pull the top, Hugh saw the firmness of her breasts with their very erect nipples. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

“Your time is running out, little boy,” Syren said.

Hugh just could not seem to take his eyes off of her. Hugh still had not moved an inch to take his jeans off. While Hugh stared, Syren folded her shirt and laid it on the ground. Reaching for her pants snap, she opened her jeans.

“You’re a brave little boy. I am almost done. I guess you want to see what I will do when I win, huh?”

Syren slid her jeans off. Each inch of skin that was revealed was that much more seductive. Hugh could barely stand to watch her undress. It wasn’t until she stopped that Hugh realized how much trouble he was in.

“I am done,” she said.

Syren was dressed in a pair of black panties which were visibly soaked in the crotch. If there was any doubt of her excitement before, it was gone now. Obviously, Syren had enjoyed taking charge.

“I see that you aren’t,” Syren said.

“I’m sorry,” Hugh said. “I will hurry.”

“It is a little too late, little boy,” Syren said. “Bend over and put your forehead into the seat of the couch. Hurry!!! I want it done now!!!”

Hugh stared at her only to feel her push him against the couch. Hugh let his body fold over. Syren got on the couch and put one knee on either side of his head. With her panties resting on the back of his head, Syren faced his ass.

“Nice view,” she said.

Hugh groaned from the pressure of her weight pushing his face into the couch.

Bringing the belt down over her head, Syren let it land lengthwise on Hugh’s right cheek. Hugh’s whole body vibrated from the blow. Hugh felt Syren rub her panties on the back of his head.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Syren said. “I like this.”

She rubbed her panty covered pussy against Hugh’s head again moving in slow back and forth movements. The belt landed on his right side across the cheek and down the thigh. The belt’s tip flickered to the inner thigh.

“Oh your ass is getting a little red now, but I do have to still address your lack of obedience. Do you think that twenty will be enough?”

“For what?”

“You do not answer my questions with a question. I guess you need thirty instead, do you agree?”

“Yes,” Hugh said.

“Yes, what?” Syren asked. ” I still can not believe that you still have not figured that out. I guess we need to work on that first.”

She started whipping his ass again in a rhythm as she rocked back and forth over his head. Syren would bring the belt down on his ass and then she would rub her pussy forward. As she brought the whip down again, she would let it slide back. It came down over and over so many times that Hugh lost count.

“Yes what?” her voice crept into his mind.

Hugh could not answer and felt the next whacks drive into his ass harder. The back of his head was wet from her dripping pussy. Syren was making as much noise as Hugh was.

“Oh My God, I love your ass. You’re setting my pussy on fire. Yes what?”

Hugh groaned with each lash.

“Oh yesssssssssssssssssss,” Syren moaned in pleasure. “Oh it’s building inside of me. I’m so hot. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Have you figured it out yet? Yes what?”

“Yes ma’am?” Hugh asked.

The belt came down again. Hugh jumped from the pain. His ass was so tender. Each lick made it cringe in agony. Syren moaned louder.

“Close little boy, try again.”

Whack, the belt came down on the crack. The belt looped around and flickered against his balls. Hugh screamed.

“Yes Mistress,”

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. You need to answer that way each time. I think it is rude to just say yes and no, don’t you? It doesn’t give me the respect that I deserve? You agree?”

Hugh must not have answered fast enough. The belt hit his crack again and again licked around and into his balls.

“Yes Mistress,” Hugh said.

It was almost as if someone else had said it. Hugh’s mind was in a fog. The only thing in his mind was getting her to stop. The licks against his balls were bringing the pain to a new level. If it meant saying the earth was red, Hugh would have said it. At the same time, Syren’s mind was saturated with pleasure.

“That is much better little boy,”

“Thank you, Mistress Syren.”

“Oh you do accept training after all. Now we never did get those jeans off your ankles did we? I told you that there would be consequences if I undressed first. We decided on thirty didn’t we?”

“Yes Mistress,” Hugh said.

“Good, then open up that ass.”

“Do what?” Hugh asked.

“Grab your cheeks and pull them apart. These thirty are going on your cute little asshole. Oh, and these are going to hurt. And do you know what? I’m going to cum when it is the most painful. I’m going to rub my pussy all over this head of yours until I cum.”

“Shit Syren, I can’t do that.”

“What did you say? Get that ass open now or I will start lashing your back and it will be with more than one belt. So, open it up now.”

Hugh reacted immediately. Hugh had known that it was a mistake to say anything as soon as the words came out of his mouth, but there was no way to take them back. Further, Hugh knew that she would whip his back. At this point, Hugh would not put anything past his Mistress. She was horny and wicked. With all the power, she was in control.

Hugh pulled his cheeks apart as far as he could. Hugh knew that she could see the white streak caused by the pressure of his fingers. At least she knew that he was trying to obey. With any luck, she would take it easy on him.

The first lash hit squarely on his asshole. Hugh’s eyes were blinded with a flash of light as the pain rushed through his body. Hugh could hear his screams erupting out of his mouth and into the couch. The pressure on the back of his head became more intense as she rocked her pussy. Hugh was being used like a toy for her enjoyment.

The next lash hit down the crack and snapped against his balls. Hugh screamed again even more loudly and was rewarded with another push down ward. The next one hit the inside of his cheek almost catching his fingers.

“Oh My God, yes, oh yes, oh it is building, little boy, I feel it growing inside of me. Oh it feels so good.”

More lashes came down on his asshole. Hugh could feel it swelling from the blows. The tender skin that is usually protected inside of the crack became red and on fire.

“Here it cums bitch. I feel it. Oh slut you love when I cum don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Tell me how much?” Syren commanded.

“Yes Mistress. Cum Mistress. Please cum Mistress.”

Syren brought down a flurry of blows as her squeals became louder. The pain flooded his mind. Hugh was in a fog.

“Cum Mistress.”

She screamed at the top of her voice and exploded.

“Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg I am cumming.. All over you. Oh My God, I am cumming again. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”

Hugh felt her fall limp against his back and ass. Hugh tried to breathe but found it difficult to take anything but shallow breaths. After about ten minutes, she got up and smiled at him.

“Oh you were good. Just imagine you have your own mistress now and for the next seven days. You don’t have to just look at her longingly on the television. I intend to make this week very real. I do hope you start learning faster or your ass will be a very tenderized piece of meat, but you did good in the end.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“You are very welcome. Just keep trying hard. I don’t want you cumming without my permission, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now go take a shower and get ready for bed. I will put a blanket on the floor for you tonight. You will have to earn the bed and your next cum.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Oh, tomorrow I will go get some of those costumes that you like so much too. I know you are looking forward to that. I bet they will have some toys there too. I will find something exciting for you.”

“Yes, Mistress”

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