I had to break this up to two posts (actually will be three!) as I wanted to share some of the details. You’ll have to read the prior post to understand where this picks up. It’s not like me to share this level of detail, but, I thought it was important in understanding what we went through, and, it was kinda fun writing about it!
Before I get back to the story, a quick observation that Kayla made about my posts.
She noticed I always refer to Mike as “Mike”, or to myself as “Jen” when sharing the dialogue that went on between us. The truth is, when talking to Kayla, I always refer to Mike as “Sir.” Kayla always addresses me as “Ma’am.” So I might say to Kayla, “Sir wants us to such and such…” instead of “Mike wants us to…” However, when I write about it, I always refer to it as “Mike wants us to…”
I believe that makes it easier for you all to read. After all, he is my Sir, not yours! Also, when reading it on my blog, I hope it reminds y’all (yes, I say “y’all” – I am from Texas after all) that we, in fact, just Mike and Jen. Our lifestyle doesn’t change the fact we are normal people. Hey – I heard that! Who just said, “Geesh, normal? What’s normal about them?”
BACK TO WHAT HAPPENED
After dinner Mike helped me clean up, which is rare, but not unheard of. He then asked me to tend to getting J’s evening wrapped up and getting him to bed and he would go “check on Kayla.” He added, “Then we all have some things to discuss, don’t we?”
I knew Kayla said something to him and I wasn’t sure what all he meant by “checking on Kayla.” I was concerned that she told him everything and he was going through with the punishment. I asked him if we could talk and he said no, we could talk after J was asleep. He then added, “And don’t go to our room or Kayla’s until J is down for the night.” I reluctantly gave a “Yes, Sir,” but fortunately my reluctance didn’t show.
Mike went to Kayla’s room. She apparently had been crying quite a bit and between the tears and the slobber was a bit of a mess. Mike rummaged through her “toy chest” and did not respond when she asked, “Is that you, Sir?” (she was blindfolded). He eventually walked over to her and pulled up hard on the chains attached to the nipple and clit clamps and finally said, “Yes, it is me. I am pondering an appropriate way to respond to your transgression.”
He took off her blindfold and removed the clamps, but left the ball gag in. He then attached these nifty suckers we have (called the Fusion Triple Suckers, I recommend them!). He put one on each nipple and her clit and then just stared at her for a while, occasionally ratcheting the suckers another half turn. He told her that she was going to have to stay there until J was down for the night. That could be an hour or more. She mumbled something so Mike removed the gag. She had to pee. He asked her if she could hold it and she said not for very long. He said he would be back soon and he left the room.
He returned with some hospital grade absorbent bed pads. We had some left over from years of J having incontinence issues at night (that issue eventually resolved itself). Oh – and he also brought a glass of water. He told her she could try to hold it in, but if not, she would just have to go in her bed. He lined some pads underneath her and laid another one over waist. He had her drink the glass of water as quickly as she could. Mike put the ball gag and blindfold back on her and removed the sucker that was on her clit. As he left the room he then told her someone would return once J was down – which could be n hour or more.
BALL GAG SAFETY
This particular gag is medium-sized. Large enough to cause a lot of drool, but small enough that your jaw is not stuck too wide open. The ball is soft and does not go much past the teeth. You can partially close your mouth if you bite down really hard. Lastly, we are always sure to leave the person’s head free to move from side to side. All of this is in the name of safety as you want to prevent all possible breathing obstructions if leaving a gagged person alone. Even with all of this, having it in more than 15 or 30 minutes will leave you with a sore jaw. She already had it in at least 45 minutes before her brief respite.
CLEANING UP KAYLA
Mike didn’t say a word to me when he returned from checking on Kayla. I was tempted to ask him or say something, but I knew he would not appreciate it. Clearly he is choosing not to say anything to me, plus, I knew it would not make for family dinner conversation. I think he knew his silence was driving me crazy. I had no idea what Kayla had told him or what Mike was having Kayla do. It was a bit a mind fu*k by Mike. I often enjoy this mental torture and would have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t worrying about Kayla.
I did my best to encourage my son to go to bed, but it was still another hour and half before he did so. Once J was asleep Mike told me to check on Kayla. He told me that there might be a mess in there and to not mind the mess. He told me to just remove whatever Kayla had on or attached to her except the blindfold, and to take her into the shower and get her clean. He told me to tell her that she is not to speak until he speaks to her and she is not to assist in her cleaning. She is to stand there and allow me to wash her down and dry her. Lastly, after I tell her all of that, I am not to speak another word to her until Kayla was clean.
Once Kayla was clean, I was to remain clothed, sit down, and instruct her to get over my knees. We would both remain silent and remain in that position until he comes into the room and gave further instructions.
I went to Kayla’s room and saw the soaked pads across her lap and on her bed. I also saw her nipples and areolas were purple – not a heavy purple, but purple none-the-less. That’s what suckers can do when left on a long time. Her pillow, neck, and chest and sides were wet with drool.
I removed the suckers and ball gag and although I hadn’t said anything, I guess she sensed my touch as she immediately said, “Thank you, Ma’am.” I grabbed a tee shirt from her drawer and wiped her down a bit and told her she is not to speak until Mike comes. I led her from her room into our bathroom and into the shower.
As I showered her off, she never said a word. The only reaction she gave was a quick wince when I wiped her chest, as apparently her nipples were a bit sore. I kept the blindfold on her as Mike ordered, but it was soaked from the shower. When I dried her off I tried my best to dry the blindfold without removing it. I was tempted to take it off and wring it out, but Mike told me to leave it on and I didn’t want to deviate from his instructions. Having that wet thing pressed against her face was just one more discomfort she would have endure. All clean! I instructed her to get over my knee and we would wait for Mike.
I kept waiting for Kayla to say something. I was impressed and amazed that Kayla never said a word. She was told not to speak until Mike spoke to her, and she was obeying without fail. She was not teary eyed and was very calm. Her vibe actually made me feel a bit better as it gave me a sense that she was enjoying this. Not sure why I sensed that. She wasn’t smiling or seemed very expressive in any way. Perhaps it was hard to read her feelings because the blindfold covered her eyes, but I still picked up a stoic and calm demeanor from her.
SPANKINGS. . . and more!
Mike entered the room and immediately told me to start spanking Kayla with my hand and not stop until ordered. I began spanking her and several times Mike told me to spank harder or faster, so I did. Kayla was now much more animated, flailing a bit. Mike told her that every time her hand reached back to block mine or she tried to rub her ass, he would add another five minutes to the spanking. I did my best to spread the whacks around. My hand and arm was growing tired and finally Mike told me to stop after what seemed like around ten minutes. At the pace I was spanking her, that was probably 600+ spankings. Her ass was a bright cherry red.
She couldn’t have received that spanking six weeks ago with J in the house. This type of spanking used to require one of us to take her over to John and Donna’s (they have been very accommodating). Kayla is a crier, and while she still almost always cries when spanked, she has become a bit more muted and muffled with her noises. Still lots of tears, but not as much wailing.
Mike then handed me a bottle of lube and told me to finger Kayla’s ass, something I never did before. Mike positioned her over my knee so that her ass was more squarely in my lap and she had to prop her arms on the floor to maintain her balance. As gently and with as much lube as possible, I did as I was told.
My mind was thinking about how there has been an increasing amount of incorporating sexual type acts into punishments, something that used to be separate for us. While some of this was just a slow and natural progression of my DD, I recognized that this particular act was directly due to Kayla’s past requests to be more dominated.
Even though I was using quite a bit of lube, I could tell her pussy was very wet. I saw that as another sign that she was enjoying this to some degree. At some point Mike walked over and told me not to stop. He pulled his pants down and his cock out, walked around, and lifted Kayla a bit by the shoulders so her head was better positioned to reach his cock. He told me to keep fingering and get “that ass ready for me” as Kayla sucked away on Mike.
He soon dropped Kayla back down so she was once again had her arms extended, hands on the floor, to keep herself propped over my knees. Mike walked to the other side of her and told me to spread her ass. I’ve been present when Mike and Kayla had anal sex, but not from this vantage point. Mike entered inside her and while a tight fit, it went in fairly easy.
I thoroughly enjoyed my vantage point. I could feel Kayla’s heartbeat through my thighs,. She was also making soft, pleasurable groans. And I could see that Mike was enjoying it. I had this close up view of watching his cock go in and out of her ass. I actually forgot we were even in a punishment session. It wasn’t long before Mike came inside her butt.
He then told both of us to stand. He embraced us and said that this concluded the punishment “for now.” He wanted us to have a good nights rest and tomorrow there would be a second part to this punishment.
Although it was not a night that Kayla was scheduled to sleep in our bed, Mike told her she would sleep with us tonight. He said there would not be any sex, just loving cuddling. I believe he knew that after Kayla endured the intensity of the last several hours, it would be rough on her if he just said, “Goodnight, now get to your bedroom.” That just wouldn’t be proper aftercare!
He removed the damp blindfold and told her she would need to find another one (we have several) to wear to bed. He wanted her to wake up in darkness and keep the blindfold on in the morning until he told her to remove it. We all embraced and lovingly kissed each other for several minutes. We then resumed our evening routines and soon it was bedtime and that was that.
Unlike a normal Rewards Ceremony, Mike never asked Kayla or me to state what the transgression was. And he never asked about what happened in the day that caused me to spank Kayla. I was still in the dark as to what he knew or what was said between he and Kayla. I was assuming the punishment she got was due to the cussing, but was a bit confused since it didn’t conform to what I expected. Mike didn’t punish me or scold me in any way, so what was this all about? I felt like reminding him that he said that there was something we were going to discuss, so, what was it? However, I didn’t want to ruin the moment and he clearly was content with the state of things at the moment. I didn’t see any reason to potentially disrupt that.
I would just have to wait until morning to find out what else he had planned.
NEXT: 119. The Stick of Truth, Part III.