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Love making them beg for the pain

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.

"You're not gonna go poo poo already are you? You just got in the chair. Ohp. Yep, you're doing it aren't you. Whelp...I'm sorry, but you're just gonna have to sit in that mess until you finish your num nums!

Image Source: Omorashi Wetting and ABDL

Not exactly the orgasms I meant, but thank you mistress!

Do you feel too guilty to live your fantasies? Lock him in a cage. Tell him if he fails to thank you for whatever you do to him, you'll add time. He'll thank you, and even though you know it's enforced, he'll learn to make you believe it. In fact, thanks to the cage, he'll make himself believe it, too. His gratitude will be true submission. You'll both be happier than you've ever been. And that makes it hard to feel guilty.