Warning:
This bondage and discipline story is a CFNM tale about women spanking their husbands. It celebrates domestic discipline in which the female, and NOT the male, is the disciplinarian. If the thought of a woman using a paddle on her husband's behind upsets you, or if a story about men being the sex objects and sex toys offends you, do not read this. This story begins as a spanking, paddling, domestic discipline story, but as it continues the men will be required to sexually satisfy the woman. It is consensual since the men enjoy it as much as their wives. This story celebrates and stresses the idea that if women get their kink on first, and if men allow themselves to be the sex objects, men will get more good kinky sex than they ever imagined. So, if reading about men getting spanked, paddled, fucked, and liking it, upsets you, don't read this story. Also, you can read this as a stand-alone story, but it might help to read the first series entitled, "The Bad Boy's Club" first. "The Bad Boy's Club" is a three-part CFNM series that you can find right here on Literotica. This story is also a multipart story that continues it.
Part 1
Once again, I have been delegated to write this report for the CFNM club magazine as a means of encouraging more women to sign-up their male partners for a Bad Boy's Club training session. The B.B.C. is a club within the club which is designed to teach our members how to discipline any habitually misbehaving boys that they bring to parties.
If you are a woman, who is intrigued by the idea CFNM, I will provide an overview of the main club here, but the bulk of this report will be for women who are interested in provided their men with the discipline they need, as well as really enjoying disciplining their men. The main club's rules are very simple. It is a club for women who really enjoy having sex with men, but who really want to be sexually in control. Only women can be members. Dress code at all parties is obvious and clear: women wear what they want, while we men must be totally naked throughout the event. Men's bodies are always on view for the enjoyment of the women present, but more than that, male bodies are sex toys and women can use those for their sexual pleasure in whatever way they please. There are of course some consent guidelines, but basically, we men agree that by taking off our clothes, we are giving them consent to fondle or grope any part of our body, and we are expected to fulfill any and all of their sexual desires with our lips, tongue, and penis. As a man, giving up my clothing and spending an evening party or even a full weekend nude, is a minor inconvenience when it is balanced with the chance to spend that night or weekend providing stud service for countless women.
Now I have used the word men a few times here, and women are not allowed to bring a anyone to an event if he is under twenty-one years old, of course, but we are never called men. It is usually boys, but we can be called toy boys, toys, dicks, cocks, sluts, etc. It's playful and not meant to be hurtful, and it is fun to actually hear the creative names that get invented. It's simply role reversal for the way men will refer to women. It is a statement that here, as opposed to real life, our only role is to please the women who get to use us. We are objects there for the delight of the club members. Except for some very special circumstances, women must bring at least one boy to trade, which is why it used to be called husband swapping parties. It was a rejection of the concept of wife swapping, because that was considered too sexist. Lately, especially among the younger set, they are called cock swaps.
But this report is not about the regular parties; it is about The Bad Boy's Club. I was a bad boy who went through the training and found that it suited me. After it was done, I realized that I need and wanted discipline. To be clear, my wife, Sara, loves spanking me, and I love being spanked. But to be quite candid, it's not just the pleasure we both get from her paddling my ass and from my getting my ass paddled; it's also about the fact that it has made me a more considerate and empathic person, and that it has made our marriage infinitely stronger. I already wrote about that first training session, and you can find that report here in the archives of this magazine. This is a report is about our recent participation in a pilot program that is designed to help the younger members of our club take advantage of the program, and the easiest way to explain it is just to tell our story in a chronological way.
It started last September, just when we were supposed to get our invites to the fall cock swap. As you know, women get one kind of invite, and the boys get another. Now, I have been getting these invites four times a year for the last ten or eleven years, and they always come on the Saturday that is five weeks away from the party. By Sunday morning, I was getting nervous because our invitation had not arrived.
At about nine a.m. my wife had just finished checking her emails, when she said to me, "I just got my invitation, but you won't get yours until we get some things straightened out. Nothing bad. In fact, I think you will like it. Now, you need to help me move some furniture, get some items from the basement, and then shower and manscaped."
I looked down -- of course I was naked -- I haven't been allowed to wear clothing in the house since the kids went to college -- and wondered how much she wanted me to shave.
She read my look and said, "It's much too overgrown. We are having company this morning, and I expect you to look like an adult when they get here. Your dick is hiding in all that underbrush. I expect to be able to see your penis from the tip of your foreskin to the base of the shaft. You have gotten lazy, and that will be added to your punishment spankings list."
I knew I should have cleaned up the bush, but I also knew I was due for a punishment spanking, and that was as good a reason for a spanking as any.
We then went into the dining room and moved the table and the two chairs with arms rest up against the wall, and we pushed the remaining four very sturdy chairs so that they were facing each other but with a good distance between them. Sara then sat down on the chair facing the front door and said with a smile that this would be her seat. She looked at the other three chains and proclaimed that she could see and hear whoever was in the chairs across from her, there was plenty of room for what needed to be done. "This would work," she said.
Next, she had me fetch four tv trays and had me place each one slightly to the right and a little bit behind each chair. Still sitting in "her chair,' she reached back to determine whether she could easily access the tray top. She then got up and walked over to each chair to determine that whether or not the future inhabitant of that had equally easy access to the tray. Feeling satisfied that the top of each tray was reachable, she sent me down to the dungeon to get, "all of the instruments that are appropriate for OTK spankings."
As I brought up two armloads of toys, I had a good idea of what was going to be happening, and thought to myself, this is going to be interesting. I also didn't realize we had so many paddles, slappers, crops, floggers, and strops. She looked over what I had brought up and sent me back down with the floggers, large paddles, and the canes.
When I came back, she seem satisfied and said, "I will arrange these while you are showering and shaving."
Like I just wrote, I had a good sense of what was to come, but I couldn't figure out what it had to do with my not getting an invitation to the cock swap. She was able to read my expression, and she gave a wicked smile and said, "Everything will be made clear to you, when the time is right. We will explain it very clearly." She began looking through the collection, and I figured it was time for me to leave, when I heard the sound of her favorite leather paddle it the coffee table. I turned around and she said, "And we have ways to make sure that all of you will be listening very carefully to every word."
She laughed and continued, "Go, and make yourself presentable. I will be inspecting carefully. Be back by no later than nine-fifty-nine and stand at ease next to my chair."
For those of you who do not know army lingo, at ease means hands clasped behind our back and your legs spread. In that position, your entire front is totally exposed and your hands are resting above your butt so that it is available as well. Differing from the military, sometimes our hands are cuffed behind our backs, allowing the women free access to all of the fun bits.
I cleaned carefully. I made sure that my entire shaft was visible, and that my bush was not too bushy but still showed that I had passed through puberty. I was in position, standing at ease, with no time to spare.
Since I was standing in that condition, I got a little nervous when I heard the front door open, but it was just Teri and Larry. They were one of the couples who participated in The Bad Boy's Club training session. Most likely you have seen them at the regular cock swap parties. She is a cute young redhead with gymnast's body. Larry is slightly taller than Teri, and he also had a tight, toned gymnast's body. (If you have been to a cock swap, you have fucked him at least once.) They are professional trainers who owned several gyms. Teri practically skipped over to me and grabbed my dick. She spoke to it and not to me. "I'm really glad to see you again. It's been too long." Then she looked me up and down and said, "It is nice to see the rest of you too."
She then said to Sara, "I am going to use him at the party. Do you want to use Larry?"
