Whack!
Ted held back a gasp. Celeste paused her slapping with the thick wooden paddle, and stroked Ted's hair, as his head hung over her lap.
"Be a brave boy, Teddy." She said this so gently.
"Don't cry. Can you be a big boy for Mommy? Take your chastisement in a nice, manly way?"
WHACK WHACK!
"Yes, ma'am" came the little voice from below, and Celeste looked at Ted's bright red buttocks with the purple marks and her tongue came through her teeth. What fun.
Naked and over her lap...
And what a baby he was!
WHACK WHACK!
Ted was trying so hard not to make any crying noises.
He knew Celeste hated that.
Ted knew that if he could just take his medicine like a man, she would be more well disposed to giving him a nice orgasm, and she might actually let him cum in her hand!
The strokings had gotten so slow and seductive. Ted had never, never been allowed to cum in his wife's hand. Or her mouth, or her pussy.
It had always been in his own frustrated, pumping hand, usually while kneeling on a floor, sometimes while sodomized, or orally pleasing a male friend of Celeste's. God, wouldn't it be nice...
Teddy had always been of a hopeful nature!
Whack!
"Oh, please, Miss Celeste!"
Whack!
Ted gritted his teeth, as his hard cock pressed against Celeste's tight jeans.
Having just been seductively teased, it was stiff, but with the distraction of the slamming paddle, it was flagging once more.
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
The harsh wood of the paddle was scorching Ted's tender thighs like there was no tomorrow.
"Is it still hard, Teddy? It feels like it. I guess I better hit a little harder, eh?"
WHACK WHACK!
Ted broke down and began sobbing, and his penis finally began losing its rigidity.
Celeste chuckled, and landed the thick wooden paddle right in the middle of Ted's rear, on his crack.
She stretched out her arm a bit—it was getting cramped, and whacked again, this time a bit lower, bursting a small pustule from yesterday's paddling.
Ted screamed, and then came the small voice.
"I'm—I'm limp again, ma'am." "Oh, good." Celeste reached an arm around to pull Ted up by the elbow, and he came off of her lap somewhat awkwardly.
As he cowered before her, Celeste leaned over and kissed away the tears coursing down Ted's face. "My little man." She cooed.
"You have to learn to be a big boy, and not have all this whining going on."
Ted just gaped at her. Celeste was clad in a miniscule halter top that barely covered her full breasts—
The top had an engaging print of peaches and apricots on it.
Through his tears, Ted thought of how beautiful she was, and he loved the little kisses on his cheeks, and ooh!
Was that a tongue in his mouth. Instantly he began to forgive her.
"You poor baby." Celeste crooned as she took Ted's limp dick softly in her fingers.
Pulling the tip with her burgundy nails, Celeste tickled the frenum, the sensitive area just under the glans.
As Ted's wet face hovered near hers, she leaned over and kissed his neck again.
"What a big man you could be if you just learned to be more manly, right?" Celeste whispered.
"Wouldn't it be nice if you could just learn to be a big, brave, boy?"
Ted stood in front of her, trying to look manly, but he really looked very silly with his puffy eyes.
As Celeste leaned over to his now growing penis, Ted got a look at her cleavage—rarely did he get to see her breasts—
And there was the predictable intake of breath. Celeste snorted.