Aug 21
Whoring Hubby Spanked - F/m Spanking Pix
After Twilight and Kelli spanked the truth about Kelli’s philandering husband out of Thebes, it was time for a punishment! The ladies gave Jake a taste of his new life, and the harsh hand of a woman spurned.
First they got a confession out of him and his naughty bottom, then they made him strip. Twilight further instructed Kelli in the use of the hairbrush, strap and a holey paddle, and as the spanking progressed they learned the name of the slut hooker he’d been fucking on the side. His excuse “I was bored!” was exactly the wrong thing to say, and the women showed him an entirely new kind of “variety”.
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November 7th, 2008 at 8:42 pm
THE BED ,BATH AND BEYOND BATH BRUSH
“Bring me the bath brush Jim.” We were in the process of dressing for a fancy shmancy dinner party and Linda casually uttered that bone chilling sentence as she was casually putting the final touches on her make up. I responded: “But, er, uh, but”. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk . “Just get it Jim. Now! I’ll explain when you are laying across my knee .“ I quickly ran to the bathroom and brought her the horrific, heavy, wooden bath brush, which is used only for serious punishment. As I entered the room I noticed that she was sitting with her legs her legs spread extremely far apart. There were two slits in her long gown as the front part draped down to the floor between her legs , exposing her lovely nylon covered legs. She made little circles in the air with her index finger, which meant I should drop my pants and underwear to the floor. She then pointed to her left leg and I draped my self over it with both hands placed flatly on the floor. My nude bottom was very high as she interlocked her right leg to firmly hold me in place. “Now I’ll tell you why you are in this position. At the last dinner party you started a fight with my brother for the umpteenth time, over politics. We arrived home late and I couldn’t punish you. Though you’ve been punished many times for that same reason . This blistering will serve two purposes. One punishment for last time and two a severe warning , or a reminder of what will happen if you do it again tonight . Capice?” “Yes ma’am.”
“Now keep your hands flat on the floor or I’ll start all over.” She wasted no time and ferociously brought the brush down on my butt 30 times, 60, 90, 120. She stopped to rest and scolded me for the next 10 minutes telling me what an obnoxious fool I make of myself every time I go off on her idiot brother. Ignoring my sniveling and sobs, She commented that she could feel the heat from my bottom on her face. “I’m so glad I’m doing a great job. This will be a spanking ro remember honey” Disregarding my pleas and screams she applied non -stop another 120 swats. I was babbling and incoherent when it was over. I fell to the floor crying like a baby. She went to freshen up and returned and told me to get up or I’d wrinkle my clothes. Naturally, I spent most of the evening standing. I acted like a perfect gentlemen all evening even though my brother in law baited me every 10 minutes with some stupid remark. Why? You must think I’m crazy. But I know from experience that Linda is really turned on after giving a spanking.
I got my reward from the most beautiful voluptuous lady at the party when we arrived home . Linda had me lay down on my back on the hard wood floor . removing only her panties and still wearing the long gown , she mounted my rigid wily and pounded my flaming blistered tenderized ass into the floor. Pain with ecstasy ! Lucky Me. Robert
November 8th, 2008 at 7:43 pm
[…] gets His in Bros not Hoes II - This a sample video, and I recently blogged the stills in which Whoring Hubby Jake gets Spanked by his wife Kelli with Twilight instructing her on the proper discipline of an errant […]
November 21st, 2008 at 9:41 am
That was the type of spanking I would like for myself.
The intervals would really tear me up with excitement.
March 18th, 2009 at 9:33 am
Is there a way to locate someone locally to try this?
March 31st, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Corner Time and Punishment Ends Only, If He’s Contrite. (Maybe)
June 11, 2008
For the last three years, I’ve always divided my husband’s punishment sessions into two or more sets of swats. It’s never less than two sets. This is because after 15, 20,or even 30 minutes the numbness on his butt turns to soreness. Therefore each swat is an attention getter. I vary the time between sessions to keep him guessing. With his bottom already sore, and knowing that there is more to come, he becomes very apologetic, probably hoping that I will go easy on him. Except for play spanking, a second session is guaranteed. Yesterday, it was OTK and 40 hard swats with my new bath brush. Then it was corner time for about 15 minutes. After years of spankings he had resigned himself to the fact that it isn’t over until I say so. Sooo, he dutifully went over my knee again and I spanked him to tears with 40 more. This was the first time I had used the new bath brush and, it really packs a wallop. It can raise a blister in no time. There was corner time again for 20 minutes or so. Normally, I would come back and hug, and kiss him. I would also tenderly apply antiseptics, and soothing creams to his raw bottom, and sometimes we would make very passionate love. But this time his body language showed that he was pouting. I sat there a little mystified, as I looked at his blistered sore bottom. I usually hear him tell me how sorry he is, but he was obviously not remorseful. I was at least looking for some contriteness and he was giving me attitude? I asked him if there was something wrong and he responded: “Don’t you think that you over did the harshness this time?” I responded: “Humph! You forgot to end your question with the word ma’am, my dear. The whole purpose of this discipline is for you to change your ways. I’ve told you many times, that I am not lowering the bar for you because you are a man. The children are gone! You are my last child. If I were living with a woman, I wouldn’t have to wipe crumbs off the kitchen table and floor. The bathroom would be spotless. She certainly wouldn’t leave the toilet seats up. She wouldn’t come home drunk and pee on the floor in the bathroom and she wouldn’t have huge gambling debts from betting on sports and stupid golf. I’m sorry honey, but you will repeatedly go over my knee again and again, until you get rid of that attitude. I gave him two more sessions of 40 swats with 30 minutes of corner time in between. I’ve never heard him yelp so loudly. The bath brush has become my favorite implement. He has learned many times not to make me angry when I have a spanking implement in my hand. Finally after another 30 minutes in the corner ,with a sob he said “I’m sorry that I complained that you were too harsh ma’am. I deserved every swat, ma’am. I am a lucky husband, ma’am. Thank you, for spanking me harshly, ma’am.” If he had only showed his contriteness in his complaint of my harshness by using the repentant word ma’am, he might have avoided the 3rd and 4th sessions of swats. Well, maybe, and then again, maybe not. Occasionally, he needs a harsh reminder of who’s in charge!
Robert
March 3rd, 2010 at 11:41 am
“It’s Time to drop anchor in the middle of the Lake, dear”
I was kneeling in a corner on uneven flooring on the deck of a yacht in the middle of Lake Michigan. My bottom was aflame from a scorching, blistering, whacking I’d received with Linda’s bath brush otk. This ordeal lasted several hours and included my writing lines 300 times while I was sitting on my tenderized butt. I messed up by drinking too much over the first week of our month long vacation on this yacht. Beside making a fool of myself several times at the yacht club, I not only forgot Linda’s birthday but I was also leering at several voluptuous women at dinner, and therefore distracted while Linda was talking to me. When she arches her left eyebrow, discipline with out mercy will be delivered to me for sure . She stopped talking in mid sentence and caught me leering at voluptuous a young lady , and let out a sigh of discontent .This was supposed to be her birthday celebration dinner. The uneven wooden deck was very painful to my knees. Totally oblivious to the pain I was in, Linda was sunning herself and monitoring me in the corner We have some friends whom we’ve known for almost 35 years. They’ve owned several yachts in that time. And we’ve spent many vacations with and without their company on their various yachts over the years. I’ve become quite capable in handling their boat(s). So when they decided to tour Europe for a whole month, we vacationed on their yacht during that time. This was supposed be lots of fun . We cook, eat, sleep, and make love on the boat. And I had to go and mess up big time. I should have realized what was going to happen the first time, Linda informed me that we were leaving the dock to “go out a mile or so and drop anchor.” Out there is lots of privacy and she can wail away at my butt and no one can hear my yelping . Normally I get two sets of forty swats with corner time in between. But this time, because I over drank over several days, It was 3 sets of forty with two corner times in between . The third set of swats was so horrendously painful that I wound crying like a baby in a fetal position on the deck when my blistering was over I had trouble sleeping that night because my bottom was continuously pulsating . Sooo, idiot that I am,the next morning, she caught me looking through our high powered binoculars at young curvey bikini clad ladies, water skiing . Grabbing the binoculars from me she scanned the area I was focusing on , and chuckled with glee and said: “It’s time we take a trip out for a mile or so and drop the anchor for a few hours again” She laughed again out loud as she saw me turn pallid with fright . She then said: “You’ll never learn” And with a broad smile she bellowed: “Let’s get going ! Right Now! I can hardly wait.! Robert