When I started telling this story I said that Barry was a dick. A lot has changed since then.
When we started going out, Barry was totally uninterested in my needs. Our play was a one-way activity with me satisfying him. He had assumed that I was a virgin due to my strict religious upbringing. He found out how wrong he was one day when he asked me to sexually tease him. He expected I would play with him for an hour or so and then he'd get a hand or blow job. Instead, he got a weekend of torture which ended in some heavy-duty sex that I controlled.
Ever since that weekend I dominated the boy and loved every minute of it. I introduced him to cuckolding by tying him up and forcing him to watch me have sex with a man named Sex Guy, whom I had previously described to him as the most powerful fuck in the world.
After that, Barry's submissive side came out strong. When spankings were added to our repertoire, he quickly learned to obey me no matter how painful or humiliating my commands were. Cuckolding with Sex Guy (whose real name was Paul) continued. I even went so far as to take Barry away for a romantic weekend, only to have him find Sex Guy staying with us at the hotel.
Barry certainly changed during these months but he wasn't alone. I found myself turning into a strong and dominant woman who loved controlling him. Giving Barry orders turned me on so much that I often had to go hide in a bathroom and bring myself to orgasm. I don't know why I am like this but it has become a major part of my life.
Cuckolding Barry was a great way to show my dominance over him and had the additional benefit of allowing me to continue to fuck my brains out with Paul. I had met Paul at a party just before I started going out with Barry. He was my first 'stranger sex' and for a long time, we only knew each other by the names Sex Guy and Sex Gal that we had entered into each other's phones along with naked pictures that would appear whenever we called each other.
I loved Barry during that time (and still do) but Paul gave me a certain carnal satisfaction that I don't believe I could get with any other man. He filled me in a way that Barry could not. So cuckolding Barry was a double win for me. It allowed me to control Barry and at the same time have mind-blowing sex with Paul.
I also loved the apartment that we had that year. I moved in after his college housemate, Peter, left at their graduation. I redecorated much of it, having purchased new living room furniture without any input from Barry. He was upset that I tossed out his favorite recliner, but it was stained and ripped so it had to go.
The only room I hadn't touched was the second bedroom. It had been Peter's room and hadn't been touched since he moved out. It sat empty except for an old single bed and some boxes that I had moved in with but never opened. It was a tiny room and I had thought of making it into an office but it just wasn't a priority. I had my new living room and I was happy with that.
Even though I had yet to graduate college, I had a better-paying job than the recently graduated Barry. The only reason we could stay in the apartment was my paycheck. Barry couldn't even afford half the rent. I used this fact to my advantage by telling him that he had to do all the chores in the house. Again a double win. I got off on ordering Barry around and I got to hang out on Saturday mornings while he washed floors, cleaned windows, and scrubbed bathrooms. When he was done with his work, I walked around looking for things he missed. If I found nothing he was free to go play basketball with his buddies.
That was usually the way Saturdays worked. If, however, something was amiss such as an unclean floor or a dusty table it had to be corrected. A serious spanking was also added in between cleaning and basketball. I always made sure that I spanked him high enough on his bottom that the red didn't show below the hemline of his shorts but was still hard enough that he felt it throughout his game.
Now if he messed up his duties, the afternoon changed drastically. The spanking was the same except it that I could continue down the back of his thighs since we wouldn't be allowed to go out and play. He hated this because he values his weekend time with his buddies (and because his spanking was so much worse!)
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Barry and I had been out several times with my work friends. Our first party with them was when I hosted a brunch at our place. Barry remembered that one well as he was being punished and had to act as a waiter for the event. It was also the first time he met Mary. He was infatuated with her at first sight.
I was excited that fall when I received an invitation to a party hosted by one of my managers at work. The fact that some of the managers would be at this party made it even more special. I knew if I got to know them better, I might be able to start working my way up in the company.
On Saturday night, we both dressed casually but professionally and headed out for the event.
"You will be on good behavior tonight," I said as we got in the car.
"Of course! What else would you expect."
"I know you will. This party is important to me and I don't want you to do anything that would embarrass me."
We arrived at the address and found a beautiful house. It was the kind of place that I would like to have one day. There was a circular driveway in front of a large stone house with a huge front door. I felt very small as I rang the bell and we waited for an answer.
Once inside, one of the first people we saw was Mary which made Barry happy. She was, as usual, dressed beautifully and Barry was more than happy to give her a big hug.
As is typical for this type of party, the women were gathered in the living room and the men were standing in a circle in the garage near a refrigerator which was most likely filled with beer.
Barry joined the men and Mary and I moved into the living room to say hello to the people of our gender. With the guys out of sight, the women chose to talk about how they managed them. From what I could tell none of the others had the same type of relationship that I had with Barry.
I wanted to talk about 'The Big Tease' and how I first cuckolded Barry by tying him up next to the bed and had sex with a man he only knew as Sex Guy. I didn't say anything about any of that though. It didn't seem appropriate. As it turned out they ended up getting a glimpse of our life anyway.
The problems started when I slipped into the kitchen for a glass of wine and heard the men in the garage talking. As men often are when together in groups, they were loud and raunchy. Each was talking over the others, trying to tell his own story. I heard Barry talking and at first, I was happy to see that he was getting along with the guys. Then I focused on what he was saying.
"I tell ya," he said loudly, "if I had the opportunity, I would tear off her pants and jump on her. That girl needs a good fuck."
By the time he had finished his sentence, I was standing in the doorway behind him. His new buddies had suddenly shut their mouths and were staring at me. Barry, confused by the silence, turned to find me with arms crossed standing behind him.
"You boys talking about fucking some girls," I said angrily. No one moved or said anything. They all, including Barry looked to the floor and shuffled their feet.
"Barry, you come with me. The rest of you guys, find something better to talk about. I won't tell your wives or girlfriends about this but know that they expect better of you."
There were grumbles as I pulled Barry away from the group and I think I heard the word 'bitch' mentioned. I held Barry by the ear and dragged him into the living room where I again stopped a conversation.
"Is there a room I could use?" I asked the hostess, "Barry needs a little correction and I'd like to do it privately."
The women looked both stunned and confused. Only Mary knew for sure what was about to happen. The others may have guessed.
After our hostess gave us directions to a guest room, I dragged poor Barry upstairs and sat him down on the bed. I stood over him.
"What the hell, Barry?" I said quietly but firmly. "Is this the way you talk about women?"
"Uh no. I mean yea I did. It was just with the guys. You know how guys are."
"Talking about tearing a girl's pants off and her needing a fuck is totally inappropriate. You need to be punished for this kind of talk."
He looked away from me before saying, "l guess I need a spanking when we get home."
"You are correct. You are going to get a spanking," I replied, "but not at home. You are going to get it right here and right now."
Barry was suddenly looking right at me. He was horrified. "No, please. Not here. Can't we do this at home?"
I sat down next to him. "Punishments need to be immediate," I said. "It is going to happen now."
He fell off the bed and landed on his knees before me. "Please! I beg you not to do this here. It will be embarrassing."
"You do your best to keep quiet and I will do it quickly," I said. "Come on, pants down and over my lap."
I could tell that Barry wanted to continue his pleas but to his credit, he complied. He stood up and pulled down his pants for me.
Barry often has an erection going into a spanking. He has a love-hate relationship with this activity. I always figure that if he still has one at the end of the spanking then I have failed at my job. That rarely happens. Tonight he didn't even have one at the start.
I had promised to be quick so I started out spanking harder than usual. He squirmed and kicked his feet but overall stayed rather quiet. The audience downstairs was more likely to hear the sound of my hand slapping his bottom than his whimpers.
He was so quiet that I thought my punishment did not affect him. However, when I let him up I immediately saw his red puffy eyes and the tears rolling down his face. Between seeing his bright red butt and his teary face I knew I had done a good job.
"There is a bathroom in the hall," I said as he was gingerly pulling up his pants. "I'll wait while you go wash up."
"I want to go home," he mumbled as he buckled his pants.
"Nope, you're here for the duration, buddy. You need to go downstairs and be an example of what happens when boys talk trash about girls.
He didn't have it in him to fight me so he went in to wash up. He didn't look much better when he came out of the bathroom. The tears were gone but the red puffy eyes told the story of his punishment.
The deathly silence when we returned to the living room told both of us that there had been no question as to what went on upstairs. Some of the guys had appeared in the room while we were away and it was apparent that there had been a discussion about the pros and cons of corporal punishment. I sat in the one empty chair and without words ordered Barry to sit at my feet. He complied immediately and looked at the floor. He didn't want to look at or talk to anyone in the room. Slowly a conversation about something other than punishment started up as no one wanted to talk about the elephant in the room.
