Uno Dos Tres

neighbors know

when we travel, I am spanked in hotel rooms, and in airbnbs, and on cruise ships. By now, I am certain that people have heard me being spanked. I am not ashamed.

Sometimes I now stand in a corner of the bedroom, naked, where I am visible if neighbors are in their back yard

Special Spanking Part 2

The rest of the day, after receiving my girlfriend Lydia’s text with her photo, I was nervous and anxious, almost afraid to go home to get the punishment I deserved. More than that, she’d grounded me for the weekend, meaning I would be naked and bound at all times and would be spanked twice daily, by her and her “special friend,” who would be joining us. I was miserable, but also highly aroused by the thought.

When time passed and it was time to go home, I knew my freedom was over. I drove home, then parked. Where I lived, there was a common parking area, then a long walkway to my residence, an end unit townhouse. I parked, then started to walk slowly, my head down, already shamefully hard and blushing about it.

“Hello Ryan.”

I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Sydney, my girlfriend’s best friend. She was, like Lydia, provocatively attired, but it was difficult to get excited knowing what she was about to do to me.

I took in the sight of her for a moment, from her sunglasses down to her bare feet. The thought kept going through my head - this woman is going to spank me - and the foolish thought of trying to run away passed through my consciousness.

But I knew better. Sydney worked as a police officer. She was trained to take me down.

“Take off your shirt, Ryan,” she told me. “Now.”

“So you’re the special friend?” I asked.

“You know that I am,” she replied. “Obey now.”

I glanced around to see if any of my neighbors were watching but it didn’t matter. I had to obey. I stripped off my shirt and dropped it to the ground. Sydney reached behind her and got her handcuffs off her bikini’s waistband.

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” she ordered, something she’d probably said hundreds of times, but never to me. I turned around and gave up my hands, and she handcuffed me right there where anyone could see.

The woman held me and picked up my shirt. “You are under arrest and in Lydia’s custody. You have been sentenced to a weekend of bondage and spanking. Once inside, you will be stripped naked and remain naked until Monday morning. Do you have any questions?”

A tear was already escaping my eye as the beautiful woman led me toward my apartment, and my fate was sealed. I was captured and would be held prisoner without any hope of escape, and I knew I deserved it.

now be a good boy and let me fuck your face before I peg you

Denied and locked by Mommy

I'm naked, tied down to the bed by my wrists and ankles, classic spreadeagle. You're lying down beside me wearing a form fitting outfit that accentuates your cleavage. Your nyloned knee is softly pressed against my uber sensitive and ticklish balls. One of your hands is snaked around my head and clamped over my mouth, the other is lightly yet torturously teasing the head of my cock. I'd begged you to tease me until I started crying, and you were too happy to oblige.

Once the silky lubed up hand and the dreamy nylons edge me over and over until I do start sobbing, I hear "Awwhh, and I almost let you cum that time!", you stop touching me, pull your hand and knee away, and start gently tickling me and/or playing with my nipples while my red raw cock pulsates and twitches against nothing, my lips curl as I sob like a baby. Your hands continue to glide over my chest and stomach, and my thighs, if you're feeling evil. The pure, genuine regret on my face makes you wet. You coo at me.

"Shhh, calm down sweetie. You were so close, weren't you? Yesss, my good boy was soooo so close!" I nod desperately. "Yesss, you were so good for me and you didn't cum with permission." Your hand idly glides down my torso one last time and, looking down at me, you notice the regret being replaced by apprehensive hope. You break eye contact as you get off the bed.

"You know what time it is, sweetheart."

The hope quickly replaced by realisation.

"Noooo!" I protest, completely reduced and regressed. "Please don't Mommy, please don't, I'm begging you!"

You open the drawer of the bedside table and take out the small black drawstring bag we both know to contain the cage. As soon as I see it, I start sobbing again and struggling against my restraints, with almost comic futility. Your calm, restrained demeanour is terrifying, in contrast.

You shush me soothingly over my protestations, all the while preparing the ring to go around the base of my shaft and my scrotum.

"Please Mommy, please don't lock me away, please let me finish just once, I'll do anything!" I beg, now with truly teary eyes and a snotty nose.

"Shhh, hush now." you answer. Your matter-of-fact demeanour shuts me up. "You begged for this, remember? You sent me all those messages on tumblr about being my pet. You're not going to back out on me, so close to your fantasy, are you?"

I shake my head timidly.

"That's what I thought. Now." you make a last adjustment on the ring. "Comfy?"

I nod. You go back into cooing mode.

"Goood boy." You slither your body up against mine until we're back in our original position. You pop a few buttons open on your blouse and let one of your boobs out. "Now. Be a good boy for Mommy and suckle me until your cock dies down, then we can lock it in the cage where it belongs, ok?"

I nod meekly and you push my face into your chest. I suckle hungrily as you run your fingers through my hair.

Once my cock dies down, you get off the bed again to slide my cock inside the tight cage and secure the lock. When I hear the click, I whimper a quiet, dazed "Thank You, Mommy..."

"Of course sweetie, you're my special little boy, and you deserve to be treated as such."

By now you've noticed, that not once, did I use the safeword.

You undo my restraints and lie down beside me a third time, and turn on the TV. I can't take my eyes off of the nipple I'd been enjoying. You notice, and lift my chin up. Back to your matter-of-fact manner.

"Use your words, my darling boy."

I blush cherry red. "Please Mommy can I - can I please keep suckling on your nipple?"

You smile, take my hair in one hand and pinch and tap my cheek with the other. I gasp with genuine lust. You kiss me on the lips in a way that makes me melt and whimper into your mouth.

"Of course you may, sweet boy."

You push my face into your chest again, put your thigh between my legs to meet my frustrated, locked penis, and I'm in heaven.