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Sir89135Spanks
 Couple, 60/54, Nevada 
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Sir89135Spanks

Dominant male and submissive female married couple.  We live a HOH TIH lifestyle.  I am very submissive and he is very dominant so it works perfectly.  We have been married almost 25 years.  We seek females in need of discipline.  Ladies if you need a spanking, discipline session, lecture or guidance he can help.  He is an expert spanker, skilled with many implements.  His lectures are also grounding.  No sex, strictly discipline.  I will watch but not participate.  

6/1/2017 1:35:08 PM: Miss Grace 70 year old disciplinarian you are watching me   Driving to see the disciplinarian, I am feeling anxious and confused.  You have never needed assistance in getting me to obey.  The fact that you are seeking assistance has me troubled.  I keep looking over at you for some sign this is all a joke.  Your face remains the same, no joke.  As we pull up to the tiny home on a quiet street I am still thinking we could not possibly be doing what you said we were.  We actually get out of the car and head to the door.  You ring the bell.  I wait with trepidation at what or who will answer.  The door opens slowly and inside stands a very petite elderly woman.  She has on a rose-colored Chanel suit, large glasses and looks like she weighs less than 100 pounds.  A slight mothball smell drifts from the door.  I breathe a huge sigh of relief.  What can this tiny little woman possible do to me?  She asks if we are looking for Miss Grace.  I look to Sir and he says yes mam.   She moves aside so we can enter.  Miss Grace asks us to have a seat on the davenport.  Davenport?  Who uses that word?  We take a seat and she sits in a wing back chair facing us.  Miss Grace tells me I am to speak only when spoken to and she will not tolerate anything less than complete obedience.  I think to myself, really?  Then remember I am with Sir and he could punish me for insubordination instead of her.  It makes me a bit calmer and less likely to speak.  She asks Sir to explain why he is seeking her help.  Sir tells Miss Grace I cannot stop masturbating without permission.  Her face registers no emotion.  She asks how he has tried to correct me.  Sir tells her he has given me many strokes with the cane to no avail and had recently resorted to the paddle.  Neither has been able to stop me from occasionally pleasuring myself when he is gone.  Sir tells her I have been lectured, disciplined and punished.  Nothing he does seems to matter.  I am sorry for what I do, but keep doing it.   Miss Grace looks to me and asks me to tell her about my masturbation.  She says, “Girl tell me why you are not obeying Sir.”  My shame and humiliation factor has sharply increased.  I am dying of embarrassment.  Sir has told my dirty little secret to this old woman.  How dare he?  I look to Sir and I know he is not pleased with the facial expression I have.  Miss Grace demands that I speak up.  She has my attention now.  That voice is not the frail old woman voice she has been speaking with since we arrived.  Her voice is authoritative and strong.  I tell her although Sir completely and thoroughly satisfies me, when he leaves for work my mind can wander back to our sessions and I become so aroused my needs take over my brain.  I am no longer in control of myself and need to orgasm to kill the beast in me.  Miss Grace asks how Sir knows I have been pleasuring myself.  I tell her I cannot lie to him.  I know I have done wrong and must atone for my sins.  If it were only as easy as to never fess up I would not be in this mess.  Sir has me in complete mental bondage and I must tell the truth.  Sir reminds me if I truly were in mental bondage, I would never disobey.  I hang my head in shame.  Miss Grace asks what attempts I have made to stop the thinking before it gets out of hand.  I tell her I have tried going for a walk, cooking, cleaning, watch tv, play on the internet, take a shower but nothing seems to keep my mind from going right back to needing release.  Miss Grace now looks at me with piercing eyes and seems to have grown two feet.  I look away.  She says, “Look at me girl.”  I look back and she says I know just what you need.  A shiver runs down my spine and the hair on my arms stands at attention.   She tells me to go down the hall, enter the first door on the left, undress, and wait for her.  I look to Sir before obeying.  He tells me with his look I am to obey.  I start to shake a little bit with fear as to what I will find in the room.  I have never been naked in front of anyone else for a session.  It gives me a sinking and humiliated feeling.  My feeling of shame has my mind racing with ways to stop this before it starts.  My submissive nature forces me to obey before I do anything stupid.  I enter the room and a clean scent of fresh flowers greets me.  I look around and see along the wall several implements unfamiliar to me.  I briefly hesitate before undressing.  There is a large leather chair in the corner and a small rack to hang my clothes.   I have no idea where to sit, stand or lay down.  There is also, what looks to be a massage table to the side.  I decide to stand with my hands at my side, head down.  After what feels like several minutes, Miss Grace and Sir enter.  Sir walks to the chair and takes a seat.  Miss Grace tells me to lay down face up on the table.  She blindfolds me before I can protest.  Miss Grace begins her lecture about disobeying Sir.  It penetrates to my soul.  Her voice is strong, feminine and mesmerizing.  She reiterates everything Sir has been telling me in his lecture and adds shameful elements I had never thought of, let alone want to think of.  I start to head into subspace.  She slaps my face and I gasp.  There will be no subspace for me today.  She runs her hands all over my body invading my personal parts with no mercy for modesty.  She has me spread my legs wide.  I am so embarrassed.  I am grateful for the blindfold.  She feels for my clit and pinches it hard.  I whimper and pray to God that I am not wet down there.  There is not one thing about this session that feels sexual to me but my body has betrayed me before.  I briefly wonder how Sir feels about someone else touching me.  Miss Grace tells me to start masturbating.  What?  Now?  Here?  In front of her?   I do not comply.  I feel a jolt of electricity on my clit that makes me scream ow!  What the fuck was that I think to myself.  She commands me to masturbate.  I grimace and wonder how I will do that with such a shameful mind.  I am dying of embarrassment.  I slowly move my hand to my pussy and feel for my clit.  Tears begin to roll down my face from under the blindfold.  Again, the same implement sends a jolt to my clit.  It shocks me as if nothing has ever shocked me before.  What is she using?  An electric prod?  I pull my hand away and immediately my hand is yanked back.  How can this tiny woman be so strong?  She says, “Masturbate!”  She speaks with such authority I have no choice.  I pray that jolt does not happen again.  I am starting to get numb and wonder if I will ever get sensation back.  How can Sir allow this to happen to me, his sweet submissive who only wants to be a good girl?  I begin masturbating in earnest now just hoping to get this over as soon as possible.  I struggle to find something that excites me enough to finish.  I desperately try to think of anything I can to distract from the fact I am masturbating in front of an old woman and my Sir.  I feel shame, humiliation, remorse, embarrassment and sadness.  Miss Grace starts to speak in that firm, authoritative voice of hers and I embrace the words in a way I have never before.  She says I will never again disobey my Sir by masturbating without permission.  She says it again and again.  I say, “Yes, Miss Grace.  I will be a good girl.”  She tells me to cum.  I cannot orgasm.  She hits my clit with the electric implement two more times and says, “Cum girl.”   I start to orgasm from pure fear and humiliation.  The pain of the jolt stings with no mercy.  She zaps me again and I scream.  She orders me to turn over.  I silently cry with mortification.  Miss Grace tells me she is going to give me a whipping now for disobeying Sir and afterward I will never again masturbate without permission.  She begins to lecture me and cements the thought in my brain that every time I feel the need to masturbate, I will first feel the pain of the electricity.  It will stop any thought or sensation before it develops.  I say, “Yes Mistress,” and choke out a sob.  She pushes a button on the table and it begins to lift in the middle.  It puts my ass in a perfect position for a spanking.  Miss Grace starts slow and steady with a thick belt.  She has amazing strength for such an old woman.  The room is silent now except for the sound of the belt hitting my bottom.  My ass is becoming warm and I am sure, it is a nice shade of pink.  I start to wiggle a bit as the pain intensifies.  The belt lashes stop and I think we are finished.  Miss Grace removes my blindfold.  She orders me to look at Sir.  I make eye contact and see how amused he is by my embarrassment.  I stare daggers at him and he begins to smirk.  I am jarred out of my staring contest by the whack of a paddle.  I dare not scream or cry.  Now it is a contest of wills.  I will take my punishment with pride and endure anything this stupid old woman can dish out.  I can be as stubborn as a mule.  After several more swats, I am crying uncontrollably and no longer have the desire to be defiant.  Her hand is unwavering in strength and I begin to wonder how much more I can take.  The paddle hurts.  Doesn’t she ever get tired?  Holy hell will it ever stop?  I look at Sir again and silently plead for him to intervene and stop the pain.  He shows no mercy and seems to be enjoying my ass being whipped without abandon.  I can feel the bruises starting to form and sitting will be painful for the next few days.  Two more swats and she tells me I have six left.  I must count the last six and after each one say thank you.  I lay there crying and the paddle comes down hard.  I count one and say thank you.  It continues for the next five swats.  My bottom is on fire and the tears are falling like rain.  When my tears start to subside, she instructs me to get up and get dressed.  She leaves the room and Sir follows.    I slowly rise from the table and make my way over to my clothes.  I find myself stiff and my muscles are sore from being so tense.  I can feel the heat radiating from my bottom.  I can still feel the sting of the electric prod on my clit.  I gingerly get dressed.  I am silently grateful it is over.  My mind becomes settled and I no longer am upset with Sir.  I did this to myself.  I was defiant and needed put in my place.  I alone am responsible for this humiliating, shameful experience.  I will never again disobey Sir.  I will never again feel the need to pleasure myself without permission.  I leave the room and head back to where they are walking slowly, feeling every move.  My pants rub against my bottom causing pain with every step.  Sir is shaking Miss Grace’s hand.  I lower my head and walk to Sir.  I lean into him and feel more submissive than I have ever felt.  I tell Miss Grace thank you for your discipline.  I apologize to Sir and say I will never disobey him again.  He puts one arm around me and leads me to the door.  Miss Grace says, “Goodbye dear,” in her frail old woman voice.  Sir helps me into the car and I wince as I sit.  The ride home is silent.  Each time I sneak a look at Sir he is smiling.  My complete contrition blankets my soul.   

5/27/2017 1:16:17 PM: The evening had long been planned.  I was to be ready at 8:00 PM on the dot.  All day long, I anticipated what would happen on our date.  I day dreamed about Sir taking me out in public in my collar, wearing no panties and the new dress he bought me.  It was very low cut just how he liked and a gorgeous shade of blue.  His favorite color on me since the day we met.  It will be the first time I am wearing his collar in public.  I love my collar.  It makes me feel honored and special to be his property.  I walk tall and proud in it.  Dinner will be at an upscale place inside Bellagio.  He promised to give me at least one orgasm during dinner.  After dinner, while leaning up against the Bellagio railing watching the water show, I would receive the fingering of my life.  He was going to finger fuck my ass while hundreds of people stood around us focused on the water show and ignoring what was happening under my dress.  I hoped the music would drown out my moans.  I hoped Sir would not forget his jacket to cover his arm as it went under my dress.  My pussy moistened my panties all day in anticipation of what was to come.  My asshole flexed and puckered wanting Sir's touch and his cock.  He said when we got home he would flog me, spank me and mark up my back with the whip before fucking me hard and rough until I was spent.  The night would culminate with one final orgasm with his cock in my ass pounding me hard.  He promised to breed my ass as I came.  Orgasming together, we would finish the night.  I would fall asleep in his arms with his seed spilling from me.  The thought was intoxicating.  Oh God I could not wait for tonight to start.  It took all I had not to masturbate to relieve some of the excitement and desire.    At 6:30, I went upstairs to shower.  Somehow, I was distracted with trimming my split ends, clothes and phone and ended up getting in the shower 15 minutes later than planned.  Fuck!  I cannot be late.  Being late means the paddle.  Fuck!  Hurry up.  Shit I have to shave too.  Dammit, why do I do this to myself?  Why am I never on time for anything?  This shower took so much time.  Fuck Fuck Fuck.  I hate the paddle.  It hurts.  A tear starts to form and I start to feel more anxious.  Sir’s rules are in concrete and he does not tolerate my lack of promptness.  Not one bit.  I quicken my pace and think about the night to come.  How special it will be and how excited I am to please Sir.  I silently scream the word focus.   At 7:55, I still was not dressed.  I had to put on mascara, finger comb my curls and spray hairspray before I would be ready.  Fuck!  Now I am starting to sweat.  7:58 and I am somehow still not dressed.  Where are my damn shoes?  Fuck Fuck Fuck....... I am ruining this special night with my tardiness.  A paddling is only minutes away unless a miracle happens.  How will I sit at dinner with a sore ass?  Will he still want to give me pleasure, my reward for being a good girl?  The paddle taunts me from its place on the wall as I panic.  It seems to be laughing at me and makes me tense up even more.    I made it downstairs at 8:03 and Sir did not look happy.  Sir had his stern look on and was going to have no part of admiration and evaluation, his ritual before I can leave the house.  I must be ready on time, every time, so Sir can admire me, evaluate how I am dressed and direct me to make changes if necessary.  Fuck!  I fucked up!  I tried to flirt, play with his cock and tease him with my bare ass and freshly shaved pussy by lifting my dress.  He would have none of it.  Fuck!  What can I do?  I smile with extreme nervousness and pray he will let me off the hook.  I see him linger for just a second over the moist dew on my pussy lips before quickly looking away.  It has no effect on him.  He says, 'Upstairs young lady,' and I start to whimper.  I turn around and begin what feels like a death march to the bedroom.  He commands me to bend over the bed.  I am not wearing panties so I will have zero protection from the sting of the paddle.  He lifts my dress.   He starts to lecture me on my constant tardiness.  I know if a lecture is given, the paddle will be swung with no mercy.  Tears are forming quickly and my breathing becomes rapid.  I have disappointed my Sir and the remorse is overwhelming.  Sir tells me I will receive six swats for my infraction and he expects me to count them.  He makes sure I was aware I was supposed to be ready at 8 PM for admiration and evaluation.  Sir asks if I thought he was going to let it slide that I was three minutes late.  I say no Sir.  He asks if I no longer think his rituals and rules apply to me.  I say I know they apply to me Sir.  He tells me he loves me and wants me to be the best I can be.  The only way I will learn is by the paddle.  His voice is firm and unwavering.  I beg Sir for forgiveness, some leniency, since I was so excited about tonight I got distracted.  Sir tells me he was just as excited and managed to be on time.  He asks if I am ready.  My mind says hell no I am not ready but my submissive soul speaks the words, 'Yes Sir.  I am ready.'     He swings the paddle and it lands with a whack, loud in the silence of our room.  My ass is on fire already and the tears fall rapidly.  I count one and ask for another.  The second strike is harder than the first.  I whimper and through my tears say two Sir may I have another.  The third paddle makes me jump off the bed and put my hands on my ass.  Sir swats them away and commands me to get back on the bed.  He instructs me to stay still and accept what I am due.  I sniffle a bit and try to relax.  The fourth swat feels slightly softer than the last one.  My mind silently thanks him and pleads my gratefulness.  I say four Sir may I have another.  Number five is the most powerful yet!  I scream Fuck Fuck Fuck!  Sir speaks and says, 'No swearing young lady!  Just for that you'll get an extra one.'  I am grateful he cannot read my mind.  It is screaming fuck fuck fuck fuck as my ass is on fire and getting hotter.  I start to sob and wiggle my ass to try to relieve some of the sting.  It does not help.  The pain is intense, white-hot heat.  Sir brings the paddle down with what feels like super human strength and I wonder if my ass is able to take more.  I somehow manage to not swear or put my hands back.  I start to feel like I am going to pass out from the pain.  I wish I could get to subspace.  I sob uncontrollably.  I sob because this could have been avoided and because I have never felt pain like this before.  I cry because Sir is displeased.  I choke out six Sir may I have another.  Sir delivers number seven and starts massaging my red-hot bottom.  I cry into the bed and allow Sir to comfort me.  He gently massages my ass and I can feel the heat dissipate through my body as the pain starts to subside.  His voice becomes soft as he has me stand and face him.  Sir wipes my tears and tells me I am forgiven.  He holds me tightly and soothes me.  He rubs my back and makes comforting sounds.  My essence feels release and relief.  All is forgiven.  All is forgiven.  The night begins.    

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