Kazander has been mouthing off lately. Night before last, he was particularly stupid, and it finally plucked my last nerve.
Long story short, it deteriorated into a fight, and ended with both of us realizing that we could’ve handled things differently. Still he promised to stop mouthing off, and that obnoxious, alpha-male, my-dick-my-dick attitude is gone. We purchased a new chastity cage last night, and hopefully it’ll be comfortable enough for him to wear 24/7, rather than having to take it off at night, like we have to do now. We’ll have to wait and see when it gets in. I hope it works, though. He’s much less obnoxious when he’s caged up.
So we resolved the argument and headed to the bedroom to go to sleep. And then he surprised me by kneeling at the side of the bed and asking me to punish him. I think that’s happened, like, twice, in the entire time I’ve known him. My sweet kazander is not a masochist, in any sense. He definitely doesn’t enjoy pain, and he will usually try to do anything he can to get out of being punished.
So to have him actually ask for it was a surprise. I was sure as hell going to take advantage of that, though.
I spanked him — hard — until my hand hurt badly enough that I needed to take a break.
I know that doesn’t look like much, but believe me, it was enough for him. He kept his face hidden, but at one point it really sounded like he was crying. And he was doing this twitching, squirming thing that I’d never seen him do before. It was pretty sexy.
After I finished that, I sat on the bed beside him and gently ran my fingertips up and down his back while he recovered. It was a long, long time before he finally straightened up to ask for a hug. I don’t think I’ve ever spanked him that hard, for that long, before.
But he wasn’t done. When he got up, he surprised me again by going to the dresser and pulling out a pair of lacy panties, the ones that are actually made for men, the ones that I’d bought just for him. He doesn’t often offer to wear them, and since we only have one pair (so far) I don’t really make him do it.
But that night, he put them on, and climbed into bed, cuddling up to me. The effect that the spankings had on him was so awesome, I decided right then and there that I was going to start doing maintenance spankings every evening, before we go to bed. Nothing nearly as severe as his punishment, but just enough to remind him who and what he is, and what will happen if he starts getting stupid again. I think it’s a fabulous idea. And really, I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.