Holiday Vignette #5

I’m getting out of the shower and reaching for my towel from the rack. As I glance through the door into the bedroom, I can see in the mirror that DW is seated on the side of the bed facing the chest of drawers. The punishment panty drawer is open and she is leafing through its contents to select the pair of panties that I will be required to wear at work for the day.

Once she is content with her choice, DW neatly lays out the selected panties on my side of the bed.

Holiday Vignette #4

I’m doing some supervised corner time in the office facing away from DW, with ball-gag in place, my hands on my head, and wearing only the briefest and tightest fitting pair of lacy white nylon panties that DW could find. DW rises from her desk where she has been working, stands behind me and reaches around with both hands to ever so gently caress my nipples. They immediately become hard in response to her attentions, but as I give muffled moans and my knees start to buckle at the teasing arousal that DW is causing, I’m also aware of my cock straining to harden within the unyieldingly tight confines of the panties.

After awhile DW reaches down and gently rubs her finger across the tip of my cock, now aching for release. As she detects the pre-cum that has started to appear through the nylon panty material, she comments, “Looks like you are getting a bit damp there Ford”. DW then sits down once again at her desk and continues with her work.

Holiday Vignette #3

We are in our shared office at home, apparently hard at work at our respective desks. DW pauses in her activity at the keyboard and muses, “You know Ford, when you have finished going to work and all of the kids have left home, I'm going to have you spending a LOT of time tied stark naked to that chair”.

Holiday Vignette #2

I’m totally naked and face up on our bed with my wrists bound tightly together, arms folded behind my back using the cord of my own dressing gown. My ankles are tied together with the cord of DW’s dressing gown, crossed so as to keep my knees apart. DW slowly and sensuously removes her clothes, climbs onto the bed and straddles my chest, facing me. She carefully props my head with pillows and then gradually eases herself up my body brushing me with her mound to leave a trail of her scent until she towers over me with her inner thighs beside my ears and I can feel the warmth of her pussy on my face. Wrapping her hands gently around the back of my head, DW pulls my face into her pussy and whispers, “I want your tongue deep inside me - now”.

Some Daily Vignettes for the Holidays

Vignette #1:

I’m bent over the back a chair as far as I can reach, perched on my toes with my perspiring hands gripping the front legs as far down as possible. DW has just administered 50 of what seem like her absolute best swats with the oak Spencer Paddle to my now agonised, panty-covered backside. As I struggle to deal with the pain being engendered by her exertions, she pauses, slowly pulls the panties to half way down my thighs and gently lays the Paddle back across my now bare and red raw butt. Sliding the Paddle back and forth a little in readiness to continue, DW murmurs, “Well, now that I have you warmed up, let’s start the punishment shall we?”.