Discipline Night inside the confinement room

Last night was Discipline night so I decided to do it in the confinement room. Since James wants me to find my inner sadist and treat him ‘more cruelly’, I told him I was in the mood to hurt him and that he should be afraid. I dressed in a pair of leather pants and wore by leather bra. No boots, no gloves. I tied him using wrist and ankle cuffs with his nose up against the south most rubber wall. I rubbed up against his naked backside so he could feel the cold leather of my bra and pants. I began his discipline by choosing a flogger.  

The sound inside of the confinement room really adds to the mind games. The loud echo off those rubber walls makes it sound like I am hitting much harder than I really am. Not that I am not hitting him hard, but the echo is incredible.  

I always begin with light blows, rotating between his ass cheeks, his back and his thighs. I began with just the one flogger and I added another, going in a circular motion. I believe this method is known as the windmill from those who are into the fine art of corporal punishment. I built up the pace to moderate, adding to the severity.  

The floggers sting more than anything else. I actually whipped myself with them one day, just to see, and they do not hurt all that bad and they don’t leave marks, but they do sting. It is the psychological effect that drives James wild. I can hit him with severe force using the floggers and not hurt him, but the hard blows, the stinging sensation and the loud sound echoing off the walls was taking him to subspace. I was really getting into flogging him, more so than usual. I probably spent fifteen or twenty minutes just on the floggers. My arms were already sore and we had just begun. Whipping a man can be a great workout, if you want to tone up your arms.  

I took a brief break as I was getting hot. I stepped out of the confinement room into the basement and sat down to rest and cool off. I closed the door and left James bound in the dark. After I treated myself to a glass of water, I returned to the room. I once again brushed up against James’s naked flesh and got inside his head. I told him how the floggers were just the start because I was very turned on and I was in the mood for a marathon whipping session.  

The next item I chose was a long, thick wooden paddle with holes. A male from our ClubFEM days made this paddle for me. He carved “LFA” into the paddle for “Loving Female Authority”.

James hates this paddle because it is not for the faint of heart. It packs a big wallop. I usually don’t use this particular paddle for that reason, but this night I wanted to try it again. As I was using the paddle, I reminded James of the errors of his ways. James is an excellent husband but he is like most men, he can always improve and he tends to get lazy from time to time when it comes to doing his chores.  

The first five blows of the paddle were light, but James still jumped as if he had received the most painful spanking of his life. After the next five more moderate blows he began to beg for mercy and that is unusual for him. I took a little pity on him (I’m still new to this ‘cold and cruel’ thing) but I made him promise to be a better husband. I made him promise to do all of his chores and I made him reiterate his acceptance of me having lovers. 

I switched to a leather paddle that isn’t as harsh.  The next ten were light but still painful enough. Then I gave him five moderate blows and James began to twist to avoid the paddle. I love the sound of him groaning and gasping inside the confinement room. The echo of his mild screams added to my sexual excitement. I told him what was coming. The last five blows of the leather paddle would be hard. I made James beg me for five hard swats. He was actually shaking a little in fearful anticipation but he did as he was told. He begged me for them and I was glad to oblige. I made them fast and hard. James’s body twisted from the agony but he endured them like a good boy.  

I took another break by leaving him alone in the room while I cooled off and treated myself to more water. I knew James’s ass was throbbing and I wanted him to think in relation to that which I had scolded him. I wanted it to sink into that male mind of his. I gave him a good fifteen minutes alone before I returned. 

I inspected his ass and it was bruised a little, I’m sure from the wooden paddle. James curses the day that man gave me that paddle. My next toy of choice was my riding crop. James usually enjoys being whipped by my riding crop. I don’t consider myself an expert at what they call the fine art of corporal punishment, but I am getting better at it. I am especially good with the riding crop. I have excellent aim as I zero in on certain spots of James’s body. He hates it when I strike the same exact spot two or three times in a row. To me, that is a challenge. I can flick my wrist and strike a spot on his ass and then I try to see if I can hit that exact same spot again. My goodness does James hate it when I am accurate with my aim. 

I was on my game last night. I was striking him on his back, on his thighs, on his balls and on his already bruised ass. James was dancing, or trying to dance to avoid the crop, but the wrist and ankle cuffs kept him bound snuggly against the rubber wall. I can’t say that James enjoys the bite of the crop as much as he likes how I intermingle those bites with a soft massage from the leather tip of the crop. He likes it when I stop the beating and begin to lightly caress the tip of the crop against his skin. He loves it when I play with his cock and balls by rubbing the tip of the crop against his member. Last night I was playing with his balls, gently rubbing them with the riding crop, in-between my marksmanship of dishing out his punishment. 

James was breathing heavy so I made sure he was Ok. I unloosened him and had him walk around outside the confinement room to make sure his circulation was alright. I also had him drink some water because I didn’t want him to get dehydrated. Once I was sure he was Ok, I bound him back against the wall. 

I continued with the crop. The crop is a familiar implement to James and although I had him repentant and eager to obey from the bite of the crop, he was able to relax and he entered into a deep state of subspace. Have you ever experienced this? It doesn’t happen as much as we would both like, and I read other couples who say the exact same thing, but when it does happen, it is like I can sense what James is thinking, and he says the same about me.  

James was in that state of being, that place that those of us in this lifestyle call subspace. I could read his thoughts. He was floating in submission and he wanted more. On this night, he could handle a harder whipping. Most of the time, James’ tolerance for pain is low to moderate, but there are those rare times when he is so full of sexual energy that his endurance increases. James wanted more and I wanted to give him more.  

My next implement was the tawse. This is a nasty device of strips of leather bound by a

single handle.

 

 

I don’t use the tawse much but this was a night to break-out those implements that James usually despises. If it were up to James, I would only use the floggers and the riding crop and maybe my leather paddle. But what fun is that? What fun is it to only use toys the sub wants?  

I began to work him over with the tawse and James actually whimpered a little. The tawse was making some wonderful marks on his ass. I had to stop myself several times to feel the heat coming from his ass. I fondled his cute bottom with my hands. The marks and welts were turning me on. In fact, I was getting hot, not only sexually charged, but hot from the body heat we were producing. I stripped out of my leather outfit, down to nothing at all. I was rubbing my sweaty naked flesh against his sweaty naked flesh. I kneeled on the floor and I began to run my breasts against his reddened ass. My nipples were so hard. My biggest regret was that I didn’t have my favorite vibrator there with me. I fingered myself until I could take no more. We both got turned on beyond words. James knew what I was doing, even though he could not see me other than slight glimpses from his peripheral vision. But he could tell what I was doing by the erotic sounds I was making. 

I was on the edge but I am not the best masturbator in the world, especially standing up. I need to lie down and have my clit stimulated at the same time. What I really wanted was to have my clit licked but I wasn’t done disciplining James just yet. I had taken him farther than he had gone in a while and I knew he could take a little more.

 

My final weapon of choice was the strap. It is like the tawse, only much more rigid with very little give.

James did not want the strap. He knew the sensation and pain level would rival the wooden paddle. His ass was already marked and bruised. I thought to myself “Dare I do this?”  

I asked James if he would take it for me. He was still fearful from what I had done to him with the tawse. I tilted his head back and the energy was incredible. My pussy was on fire. I looked James in the eyes and I asked him one more time if he would take the strap for me. “Yes Mistress!” was his sweet reply.  

I took the strap and I gave him a half dozen moderate wallops. James did not scream but he moaned and grunted very loudly. His body was shaking and I stopped after a half dozen because I was afraid he could not take any more, and I knew I needed to stop before I actually injured him.  

I freed him from his bounds and I sat on the floor with my back to the wall. I ordered James to crawl between my legs and worship my pussy. I knew his ass had to be throbbing but he was nurtured by my pussy. He licked me with incredible passion and endurance, and it wasn’t long, maybe only a minute or two, before I had my first orgasm. He kept sucking my clit, he kept tonguing me and I had multiple orgasms. You should have heard my screams of pleasure echoing off the walls in the confinement room. 

When I was satisfied, I had to decide what to do with James. I was in the mood to be cruel, to deny him, but after I had my orgasms, I softened enough that I decided he deserved release. I was too drained to use the strap-on. I was too relaxed to exert much effort. Therefore, I ordered James to hump the hard rubber wall. He instantly came on my command.