Every so often, Dreadfully Erotic will feature writing from Ms. Penny’s Pet.  The following story is a slice of life about a married couple who enjoy BDSM play with a femdom dynamic and decide to bring in a third party to spice things up. It features tease and denial alongside both F/m and M/m spanking.  It is decidedly NSFW.  If that tickles your fancy or incites your curiosity…

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“Don’t you dare cum.”

Aaron was at a delicious crossroads of pleasure and pain, joy and fear.  His arms were strapped in leather behind him to the hard wooden chair he was sitting on.  His chest was a mess of sweat mixed with the drool which dripped embarrassingly from his gagged mouth.  Lauren’s hand squeezed around his manhood, continuing her intermittent stroking and teasing.

“Mmng uhn gnnf erm?” he begged through the silicone bit.  His mistress looked up at him and cocked her head in thought as she translated.

“No, and here’s what you get for asking!” she replied delightfully stern.  Aaron’s eyes grew wide and he grunted in pain as her palm slapped down on his testicles. “I’ll let you know if, and when, you get to release.” She clawed her nails down his shaft for good measure before returning  to stroke him again.

It was getting hard to hold out.  He tried to step outside himself and detach from the electric sensations driving through his cock and up his spine. Lauren caught his eyes with hers and ran her tongue from his balls to the crown of his frenulum.  A spasm poured precum out of his member.

“You better not disobey me.  Just look at this, you’re so close already.”  She swirled her index finger around his head and collected a large drop of the pearlescent fluid. “Stick out your tongue,” she commanded.  Aaron flushed in embarrassment at what she was asking, turned his head away.  This time her palm connected with his cheek in a short, sharp smack.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this,” she said as she gripped his chin and forced him to meet her gaze. “Tongue under the gag, now.”  Aaron slid his tongue out and tasted his own salty ejaculate as she wiped it off her finger.  A mix of erotic shame and pleasure hit his submissive buttons just as she started stroking again.  It was too much.

Coming back to reality after his orgasm, Aaron looked up to see his wife, arms crossed, shaking her head.  “Apparently, I just can’t discipline you enough, can I Aaron?  Even though you were told not to, you had to cum like some teenage boy.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

Aaron turned crimson.  Unable to look her in the face, he stared at his feet.  Lauren took a step forward and reached behind his head to unbuckle the gag. He mumbled an apology and she simply tsked in response..

“You are in so much trouble.  I don’t even know what to do with you.  You can stay there in your own mess while I find someone who can help me with an errant boy.”  While her words drove him deeper into his submissive headspace, he slight worry that he had crossed a real line was assauged by a sly smile and knowing wink.  Either way, he was worried when she strode to the computer and began to dictate out loud a personal ad.

“Dominant wife at wits end.  Need help in keeping in line submissive boy who cannot control his urges .  Strong, experienced male preferred. Must be clean, no smoking, yadda yadda…  What do you think Aaron?  Maybe someone with more testosterone than me can convince you to listen.”

Aaron panicked.  Lauren had threatened to have him disciplined by another domme before but it was mostly fantasy, just part of the game.  And it had always played out in his head as being with a second dominatrix, another woman whose figure might be different but complementary to his fiery wife.

Quite frankly, he was unsure and terrified by the thought of submitting to a man.  But Lauren felt pretty sure she had hit the right mark by the swelling of his so recently spent cock.  And a quick glance at her similarly swelling inbox told her she wouldn’t lack for applicants to chose from.

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Aaron spent the next two days adrift and confused.  The logical half of his brain, the part that was open about his other kinks, rationalized his feelings. He was exploring something new. His wife, his mistress, his Lauren had upped their game for him. If he had been unaware of some hidden homoerotic tendencies, maybe it would be fun to work them into his sexual repertoire.

The emotional half fought itself.  His arousal at something previously unknown mixed with the unnecessary shame of cultural conditioning.  His submissive tendencies took that shame and turned it into additional erotic pleasure, creating a dizzying feedback loop that his logic was fighting to handle.

The doorbell rang. As tense as he was, Aaron jumped in shock.  “You better not keep our visitor waiting,” Lauren stated, a cruel smile on her lips. “I’d hate for you to be in additional trouble for rudeness.”

Aaron swallowed and headed for the door.  His palms were sweaty and his hands felt clammy. He took a deep breath to calm the slight nervous tremor running through his core and opened the door. “P-please come in,” he stammered looking at his feet.  Two cherry brown dress shoes stepped through the door, attached to a pair of denim covered legs.  Aaron couldn’t bring himself to look up.

“Is the lady of the house here?”

“That would be me,” Lauren called from the other room.  She practically pranced into the room, giddy with sadistic excitement.  “You must be Marcus!  I am so glad you came.”

“And this is must be the boy who needs to improve his behavior, then?”

“Oh yes.  He is such a handful.  I sure hope you can handle him.”

Marcus chuckled, “I have some experience in putting misbehaving boys in their place.”  He turned towards Aaron, who was busy identifying individual fibers in the carpet. “Aaron, I need you to look at me in the eyes when I speak to you.  That’s the proper way to show respect to an authority figure.”

Aaron fought with himself and raised his gaze.  The man (the MAN!) was wearing well fitted jeans with a leather belt that matched his shoes.  Aaron’s trembling increased ever so noticeably as he realized he was paying attention to Marcus’s belt.  It would be difficult to say whether his blush deepened at what the belt might be used for… or what would be found slightly below it.  Before he finally forced himself to meet Marcus’s eyes he noted how well his new disciplinarian filled out the blue pinstriped work shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms.

Marcus stroked his chin and well maintained five o’clock shadow in appraisal as he inspected the embarrassed Aaron.  Aaron felt the full force of Marcus’s male gaze and objectification. Marcus nodded in approval as he ran his fingers through his short hair done in a stylish but professional looking cut.

“That’s better. Now, do you know why I’m here, Aaron?”

“Y-y-yes.” Aaron mumbled fidgeting with his hands behind his back.

“Call me ‘Sir’.” Aaron cringed at the request.  Although, when spoken in Marcus’s calm but stern voice, it was more an expectation than a request.

“Yes, Sir.” As difficult and shameful as it was to address this stranger in such a manner, Aaron couldn’t avoid noticing his pants tighten.  Just a little, but processing the feeling caused him to teeter his line of sight between Marcus and the floor.

“So I can confirm that you do understand, would you please tell your wonderful Mistress Lauren and I why I’m here?”  Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron watched his wife rub her hands together in glee.

“Because I c-c-c-came when I wasn’t allowed to…”

“That is bad behavior, Aaron.  It show’s a lack of control and disrespect for your wife.  Do you know what bad boys deserve, Aaron?”

Aaron squirmed.  He was shaking, shuffling his feet and nervously rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.  Only one part of him stood at stiff attention, putting a lie to the idea that deep down he wasn’t also enjoying this.

“Aaron, tell me what a bad boy like you deserves.”

“A… a… a spanking.”

He said it.  He couldn’t believe he just said it. He felt faint as shame, fear and a surprising amount amount of sheer erotic need washed over him.  His sexual submission to Lauren was enough of a cultural taboo…but to submit to another male… And his masochistic love/hate relationship with corporal punishment hit a tailspin when faced with the muscular figure before him.

“That’s right Aaron. A bad boy like you deserves a long, hard spanking.”  

Even though his embarrassment had rooted him to the floor, Aaron suddenly jumped when Marcus reached out and firmly pressed his hand into Aaron’s crotch. Marcus’s voice lost its stern edge and grew quiet, “This is telling me you want the spanking you deserve.  If it’s not, you won’t lose any respect from me or your wife. I can leave.  If it is, look me in the eye and tell me what you deserve.”

Aaron swallowed dryly. His chest heaved as he fought to keep a semblance of calm.  He looked at the muscular forearms of the dominant male and wondering how much pain his calloused palms would inflict. Aaron’s cock throbbing finally brought words to his lips.

“Please give me the hard spanking I deserve… sir.”

Lauren wrapped her arms around Aaron’s waste from behind and kissed his cheek. “I love you my naughty little boy,” she whispered.  Then she bit his ear and in her seductively stern voice said, “Maybe this punishment will finally teach you to control yourself.”

As she let go, all sense of caring left Marcus’s face.  He grabbed Aaron’s chin and forced eye contact. “Go to the dining room table.  Pull down your pants and underwear.  Lean over the table, palms flat in front of you. Now.”

The sternness in his disciplinarian’s voice raised the hair on Aaron’s neck and propelled him quickly to his place of punishment.  Panic at what was about to happen caused him to fumble with the button on his jeans and then his zipper.  As he bent over and forced his palms onto the cool wooden table, he realized keeping his arms placed in such a manner forced him to arch his back and aim his posterior at his punisher.

A hand pressed down on the small of his back.  The sensation was different than his mistresses touches.  It had a masculinity to it, a different flavor of dominance.  Marcus’s other hand rubbed over Aaron’s ass, forceful and possessively.  The strength of his grip made Aaron worry if he could take what was coming to him.

“While I appreciate the eagerness you have for correction, you sloppily left your clothes on the floor.  This first spanking is to teach you that I expect you to neatly fold your clothes and properly present yourself.”  With that his hand left Aaron’s buttock and smacked down hard.

Aaron jolted forward, momentarily out of breath.  After the initial shock he processed the pain and his fear pulled back slightly.  It wasn’t as bad as he thought.  The next spank came, striking his other cheek.  It was followed by more in a semi-rapid succession.  Aaron could tell a difference between Marcus’s thuddy forearm swings and the stinging slaps of his wife.

In a moment of pause, Aaron thought, “I can handle this.”  The thought was scourged when the next strike hit hard, right on the tender spot where his ass met his thigh.

“Do you think you understand how I expect a naughty boy to prepare for his spanking?” Smack. SMACK! Marcus punctuated his question with two more hard blows,

“Ah… ah… yes sir.”

“Good, then we can begin in earnest, with the real spanking… the one for naughty boys who can’t control themselves.”  Aaron had a brief moment to panic about what was about to begin before Marcus begin a steady and methodical blistering of his rear.  He had a rhythm to how he peppered Aaron’s ass with fiery spanks, rapidly working on three or four spots, escalating in intensity until Aaron’s body spasmed.

Whap-whap-WHAP-whap-WHAP!!!  Aaron’s right leg shot back and then kicked the ground. “AH, AH, Ah!!!” he yelped, praying that Marcus would move on to a different spot.  Instead he found himself almost leaping again as a hard spank caught the tender flesh on the back of his thigh.

“No wonder you can’t control your cock when your mistress tells you.  You can’t even take a spanking you said you deserve.  Stop being such a bad little boy and take your punishment.”

Marcus continued spanking and Aaron shifted and wiggled on the table. His male disciplinarian sternly growled, “Stay still, or it will be worse.”  Marcus pressed his arm into Aaron’s back.  When Lauren wanted to control him, she intoxicatingly used steely seduction and willpower, forcing Aaron to control himself. Marcus’s use of pure strength was a shock, increasing his feelings of helplessness.  

Smack smack Smack SMACK!!!  The last weal of pain and Marcus’s grip caused panicky butterflies to run through Aaron’s stomach.  His submissive core processed what was going on right through his stiff member, causing it to ache even as Aaron was wincing.  Marcus stopped, but he continued to press Aaron into the table.

Aaron took deep breaths. The fire in his behind throbbed. His eyes bulged and he let out a squeak when a powerful hand gripped his erection.

“Come look at this Lauren.  I think I know why you have so many problems with him.  He seems to like his situation.”  The grip on his rod pulsed.  Aaron was again awash with conflicted feelings of arousal and shame.  The calloused strength of Marcus’s hand on his cock contrasted with the teasing administrations he was used to from his wife.

“I thought so, Marcus,” Lauren replied. “Oh, Aaron, you bad, BAD boy!  Is this what happens when you get spanked?  Look at your cock just straining in Marcus’s hand.”

Aaron’s face matched the crimson color of his well punished cheeks. He burned a hole in the table staring into it, trying to avoid his mistress and her new-found partner.

“Mistress Lauren asked you a question, Aaron.  Are you getting off on this?”  Aaron couldn’t believe what he was being asked.  He made incoherent noises as he struggled with the embarrassment of his own arousal.  Once again the shame, and Marcus’s powerful grip, caused a dollop of precum to drip on to the floor.

“Y-y-y-es sir…”

“Well, if we want you to learn control, we’re going to have to address this.  Lauren, can you show him that an orgasm over punishment is a ruined orgasm?”

Lauren placed a small box on the table in front of Aaron. Disposable latex gloves.  He watched as she pulled one and then another out of the box, slowly rolling them down over her hands and snapping them into place.  She gave him a devilish smile and said, “I wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty with your naughty boy cum.”  As Marcus released him he watched Lauren head under the table.

SPANK!  It begin again.  This time Marcus’s administrations had returned to a more tolerable level again.  The spanking continued to cause Aaron to yelp as it assaulted his already sore posterior, but the raging inferno had died to a blazing campfire.  However, it might have been Lauren’s stroking of his cock, her well honed handjob skills teasing pleasure from his member, that helped him process the pain.

Aaron’s breath became deep and steady as he came closer to an edge, his privates leaking precum over Lauren’s hand.  Marcus settled into a rhythm, alternating between his asscheeks. Whap-whap-WHAP- Whap!  As he sunk deeper into a pleasurable submissive headspace, Lauren changed her grip.  Three quick times she stroked his cock upwards, letting go,

“Please, no mistress!  It hurts.  Please let me cummMMEOOOW!” Aaron howled like a cat when Marcus’s stung the back of his thighs again.

“Aaron, this is not a time you can ask your wife for that.  You are being punished.  Now control your self.”  The spanking and Lauren’s milking continued, 1-2-3 stop. 1-2-3 stop.  Aaron felt himself getting pulled to the edge and begin to moan in a mix of pleasure, shame, pain and panic at the upcoming frustration.”

“Uuuuuhhhhhh…” he suddenly moaned.  From under the table came a chuckle. Marcus stopped spanking him while Aaron’s balls released a load of sperm.  It drooled from his cock frustratingly and pleasureless, a pitiful ruined orgasm.

Somewhere deep in his head, Aaron’s inner submissive reveled in the shame and frustration.  He was unaware it would get worse.

Lauren came up from under the table as Aaron heaved, quasi-sobbing on the table. She put her cupped hands in front of him, his seed pooling in the palms of her latex gloves.

“This is what happens when you can’t control yourself Aaron.  I think you need to clean up the naughty boy mess you made.”  Lauren was flush herself, getting off on the state her husband was in.

Aaron turned his head away from her hands.  They had fantasized about what she was asking. Had shared erotic stories about the act.  But to have it thrust in front of him now, after being spanked by a man… it was too much. He looked away from her and shuddered.

“Aaron, honey, look me in the eyes,” his wife cooed, sweet with an underlying steely menace.  When he didn’t comply, her tone grew sharper. “Aaron, look at me. Look me in the eyes.” He struggled but finally met her gaze, its force causing his still present erection to tighten painfully, still twitching from the orgasmless ejaculation, still hard and needy.

“You are going to clean my hands of your sperm.  You are going to lick it up and swallow all of it.  Have I made myself clear?”  The last line was announced word for word, potent with feminine seduction and dominance.

Aaron’s gaze fled from his wife’s in shame and immediately snapped back in terror of disobeying her demand for his attention. This repeated several times while half words stammered from his lips.  Finally he was able to lock his eyes on hers and watched a sly grin spread across her face as he forced out an intelligible, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Go ahead then.”

He bent his head toward her outstretched palms, swallowing nervously.  He could smell the salty, bleach-like scent of his shameful emission.  A nervous twitch almost had him flee in shame and embarrassment, but he submissively opened his mouth, leaned forward, and licked her hand.

The taste and texture were almost ancillary to the submissiveness of the act.  Though not quite unpleasant, they reinforced the experience.  Social conditioning and years of pornography made the tasting and, guided by a subtle nod from his domme, swallowing of the thick, ropey semen into a cocktail of embarrassment and pleasure.  Recognizing his own enjoyment added an odd guilt to the mix.  The word “slutty” passed through Aaron’s mind, causing him to flush and cringe, but also incited him to do a better job.

“Gooo-oood boy…” encouraged Lauren breathily.  Her chest heaved as her husband tongued her hand. As he finished with the puddle in her right and moved to her left hand she pulled the now clean glove off with her teeth.  She stroked the hair on the back of his head, whispering obscene encouragements. “My little naughty cumeater… You’re so enthusiastic I can’t tell if you want to please me or if you really like it.”

Aaron finished panting and shaking, his cock at attention and dripping precum on Lauren’s foot.  She cradled his head to the crook her neck and shoulder. “Can you take one last spanking for your mistress?”  She wrapped her hand around his member as she asked, spreading his slick sperm over it’s head as lubricant and stroking him slowly but incessantly.

“Yes, please.”  Aaron almost sobbed the words.  He felt the now familiar strong male hand grip his shoulder from behind, steadying him against his wife. A moment passed and its counterpart slapped his ass hard.  Aaron grunted but pushed his hips back towards Marcus, endorphins and his wife’s ministrations turning pain into intense shocks of bliss.

“Remember you need to ask… don’t be greedy and purposefully earn more punishment.”

“Please may I come, mistress?”

“Not yet.  Hold out for me.” Lauren was breathing heavily herself, her hand having left the back of Aaron’s head and worked its way furiously past her own waistband and into the furrow between her legs.

The spanking continued as pressure in his balls welled up. Tears were now rolling down Aaron’s cheeks, but still he forced his crimson cheeks back into position after every spank, begging for more.

“Mistress… I don’t thi…. I can’t… Please may I come?”

“Ye-es!! Yes!” Lauren writhed against her husband in the throes of her own orgasm as his dick shot a thick rope of come on her thigh.  Marcus continued spanking for several more blows, his grip helping Aaron keep himself and his mistress from tumbling to the floor in a spasming heap.

What seemed like whole minutes later, the pair came down from their orgasmic high.  Marcus seemed non-plussed, his aloofness betrayed only by the massive bulge in his pants.  Turning towards his disciplinarian, Aaron stared at his feet and muttered, “uhm… thank you.”

Marcus smiled and began to walk toward the door. “I hope you learned your lesson, young man.  Next time will be much harder.”

Lauren threw her hands around her subs waist from behind. “I know I’ll have to call you back for something Marcus.  And next time my little boy opens his mouth to thank you, it won’t be with words…”