Like a lot of western guys I suppose I thought all Asian women were naturally submissive. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to boss a woman around, I just thought if she were a little submissive she might be more open to some of my fantasies. I'm into teasing and denial, and frankly a lot of women don't get it.
To make a long story short, Ayumi eventually did get into it and began reading some material online about related elements of female control. She settled on the idea that the only orgasms, or in fact any sexual stimulation I should have, should be with her at her permission. Frankly, this was a bit more than I had wanted. I just liked the idea of lots of edging and buildup to a nice big orgasm. I guess I didn't say anything early on because I was afraid it would stop her from getting into it at all, and later it seemed too late, as she was definitely embracing the element of control.
Since she had not locked me in any chastity device (preferring that I keep my word about masturbation) I was actually able to cheat on her rule. I reasoned that since this wasn't really what I had wanted, I shouldn't have to really comply with it when she wasn't around. And of course what she didn't know wouldn't hurt, right?
My rationalization sounded so good to me I really didn't give my "cheating" much thought. And that led to being careless. Expecting her to be leaving again soon after getting home, I didn't even close the website I'd been surfing, instead I just turned the monitor off. When she wanted to check something online before leaving she turned the monitor back on, and I was busted. In a "legal sense", she only had proof that I was looking at porn, not that I was masturbating; but since I had been, it seemed a poor point on which to make a stand.
"I trusted you!" she yelled. "And this is how you repay my trust?!" She had me strip completely and got a long handled brush from the bathtub. She had me bend over the computer desk, the "scene of my crime" as she called it.
"Just remember, you asked for this," she said. Technically that wasn't true, spanking had never been one of my fantasies, and it wasn't anything I had mentioned to her. But I did know better than to raise that point. The first blow landed with a loud smack, hitting both cheeks at once.
They hurt a lot right from the start, but I managed to say nothing and take it quietly. Frankly I was hoping that she would vent her anger quickly and tire of this. But after a half dozen or so swats she simply pulled up a chair, sat down and said, "OK that's enough warm up. Get over my knees!"
Her new position made it easier to target each cheek precisely, and that is what she did. All the while she lectured me about keeping my promises, etc. I truly couldn't keep up with all she was saying because somewhere toward the end of the second dozen swats I was hollering so loud I couldn't hear her clearly. At one point she suddenly stopped, and I foolishly thought it was over, especially when she told me I could stand up.
Instinctively I reached behind to rub my sore butt cheeks. "No rubbing!" she said sternly.
"I'm really sorry, Ayumi. It won't happen again, I promise," I was certainly sincere as I was saying this.
"You're not sorry enough yet," was all she said. She brought a stool out to the center of the room. I was ordered over the stool. It was short enough for my feet and hands to touch the floor, while it presented my backside as an easy target. In this position I was told that she was completely in charge in our relationship and how all of my sexual pleasure was under her control and that no more "mistakes" would be tolerated.
The new position allowed her to get a longer swing with more force and she used it to full advantage. The respite while she gathered the stool and lectured me was all too brief. In no time I was imploring her for mercy.
