Pizza Humiliation

[hightab]

Do you have any personal experiences with cfnm?

I have experienced some cfnm. I'm thinking about writing about It. May actually write one of these days.

You should write it. I for one would read it when you do.

[tim409]

Do you have any personal experiences with cfnm?

I have experienced some cfnm. I'm thinking about writing about It. May actually write one of these days.

You should write it. I for one would read it when you do.

[dan2bend]

Well, I've procrastinated enough after promising to tell of another episode of CFNM involving my wife ... and exposure to others. If you've read "Pizza Humiliation" you have the basic background; if not, go back and read it.

Despite my frequent misbehaving shenanigans, I have a good job and it allows us to own a very nice upscale home complete with pool and spa in the back yard. To be perfectly honest, one evening came to a head after a long slow burn all afternoon where I had done repeated things to annoy my wife. Perhaps I was subconsciously provoking her into spanking me as it had been some time. You've heard the warning: be careful what you wish for.

Well, we were in the spa, soaking in 102 degree water sipping wine and I thought I was being playfully argumentative. I didn't think a whole lot about it as we were also listening to the little cocktail party on the other side of the high privacy fence that our neighbor was holding. It was some committee or other of the Homeowner's Association women's group - the type of thing my wife detests.

Well, I went too far. (Isn't that always the case? So my wife decided enough was enough and she ordered: "take off you swim suit and go get the hairbrush. Don't drip all over the floor!" Clearly, someone (me - ) was going to get a spanking. Yeah it would hurt but it had been long enough since my last spanking that I didn't really think about the stinging part.

I came back out with the big hairbrush, a shit eating grin on my face and a raging hard on. Jeanie got out of the spa, sat on the edge and pulled me over her wet lap and proceeded to whale the tar out of my butt! This wasn't a maintenance spanking, she clearly was pissed!

She made me gasp, cringe, kick, squirm and cry out as she tanned my hide. I realized there was that party going on so I tried to keep my voice down but I quickly realized that the noise on the other side of the fence got very quiet. The ladies over there were quietly murmuring about what they were hearing and it was an excited buzz.

Well spanked with a bright red, glowing bottom, my wife sent me to the back porch to put my nose in the corner so I would display my very own back porch now painted red. Setting the brush aside, Jeanie settled back into the spa with a glass of wine and looked on with what I assumed was an amused look on her face.

It was soon after that the back gate creaked open and our neighbor stuck her head in, looked over at the spa and asked my wife, "Is everything OK?" Jeanie just smiled, tilted her wine glass in my direction and said, "Just doing a little housework." The neighbor gasped, hand to mouth, then looked back at her.

"I was afraid it was the other way around," she told my wife. "A couple of the ladies wanted to call the cops!"

"Bring them over to see what happens to husbands who get too full of themselves." The gate creaked shut as my mind screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!"

Of course, the gate creaked again and before I knew it five or six women walked into our back yard, drinks in hand and quickly started giggling when they saw me standing in the corner like a well spanked ten year old naughty boy. The party next door sort of moved over to our yard, and for the next 45 minutes or so I stood facing the corner as if waiting for the firing squad.

Jeanie finally spoke up and said, "Tell the ladies why you got spanked, Dear, then you can go inside."

Simply I said, "I was being a dick." As the laughter erupted I made a quick exit back inside.

Our neighbor still teases me about the incident sometimes telling me "not to dump over the trash cans or I may have to take you over my knee" or some such comment. It makes me die one more time inside when I hear that.