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Contrite Husband

Contrite Husband

Chapter 1

The back porch door swung open and you walked in. I didn’t even look up from my knitting. I couldn’t. You didn’t say a word and you walked slowly past me. You went straight into our bedroom and shut the door.

You knew I was disappointed that you were smoking again—but more than that, I was SO disappointed that you lied to me about it. I saw you stamp out the cigarette by the garage, throw a mint in your mouth, and then spray a touch of your cologne. But I saw it. Timing is golden and I had just walked out to bring you a cup of coffee while you worked on one of the cars.

As soon as you looked at me, you knew that I knew. I confronted you immediately and you denied it until I pointed to the cigarette butt you had forgotten to “hide”. It was on the ground in plain sight. The color drained from your face and my eyes filled with tears. Smoking was one thing, but lying? I was crushed. I handed you your coffee, wordlessly went inside, sat down on the couch, and picked up my knitting, and that brought us to...now.

The bedroom door opened. You came toward me slowly. You knelt down on the floor beside me and touched my hand, stopping my knitting. I know you’ve always hated to see me cry, but I couldn’t help it. The tears started rolling. You placed my knitting beside me and pulled me into your arms. You were so apologetic—sincerely and truly so. You asked in earnest for my forgiveness...not just for smoking, but for lying. I granted it, of course, because you’re human and I love you and the tears in your eyes showed deep remorse. We talked for a bit and I got up to get us both some coffee. As I sat back down beside you, you took a deep breath and steadied yourself.

Chapter 2

“I have a favor to ask,” you began. You were averting your eyes and fidgeting with your hands and already blushing wildly. Suspecting you were going to ask for a good spanking, I was half right...

“I need to be punished,” you said softly. “Not only because of the smoking, although I deserve it for that alone. I hurt you and you deserve better than that. I can’t believe I lied to you. I am so, so sorry. And I am asking you to please discipline me.”

“Gladly, lover,” I said softly. “And for the record, your apology is accepted. Maybe tonight we can discuss a plan to help you quit smoking for good.”

(As a side note...

One of the “rules” we have is that an apology is given, punishment is dealt, and forgiveness is granted. And that’s a non-negotiable order. If I’m asked for forgiveness and to dole out a correction, forgiveness—REAL forgiveness—is mandatory. This is the absolute only way this set up works fairly. And it’s saved a lot of stress and headaches in our marriage, that’s for sure.)

You agreed with my plan and put your arms around me. You’ve always been the most respectful partner I’ve ever had and I knew that hurting me really did hurt you. I asked you what your thoughts were on discipline and you blushed tomato red immediately. I looked at you curiously.

“I definitely need to be soundly spanked. I know that for sure. But I...uh...I need more than that.”

I raised an eyebrow, you averted my gaze, swallowed hard, and continued.

“Would you...ugh...you would you give me another punishment enema again? I hated it when you gave me that one after that party, but it was a well deserved punishment and I felt so much better after it. As much as I hate to admit that.”

I took a deep breath. Your face was flushed, your ears were still pink from embarrassment. “Yes, lover. I will give you a punishment enema today. Two quarts of very soapy water this time, followed by ten minutes of holding it while you are being spanked. I’ll march you into the bathroom but I’ll rinse out the bag there. You aren’t going to be awarded any privacy since this started over keeping a secret. After you release, I’ll give you a rinse, but the punishment stops after that ten minute spanking—and your subsequent embarrassing release—is up. And YOU are to prepare your own enema. And you are to make it as soapy as I would. Do you agree to this?”

You squeezed me tighter than ever. “Yes, my Mistress,” you replied, voice muffled against me. I lifted your chin and tilted your head up to meet my eyes.

“I love you,” I said. “And I’m going to discipline you thoroughly and then all will be forgiven, okay?”

Your beautiful green eyes filled with tears. “I love you, too. I’m so, so sorry. Thank you for punishing me.” I pulled you close to me. I kissed you gently. “Go get that enema ready for me, lover. And I want to see that soapy water before you fill the bag. Also, it goes without saying that I want it every bit as soapy as I would make it if I were the one preparing it. Do I make myself clear?”

Your cheeks were tomato red. “Yes, my Mistress,” you said. As you scurried off to prepare a very soapy, two quart punishment enema, I picked my knitting back up.

Fifteen minutes later, you called me into the kitchen for my approval. The water was as white as milk and so very sudsy...definitely more soap than I would’ve used, but I was certainly pleased by it. “Did I do well?” you asked hopefully. “You did a perfect job, lover,” I replied. “Now why don’t you fill up that bag and we’ll move this to the bedroom.” You swallowed hard and poured from the pitcher into the bag until it was overflowing into the sink. Your big hands trembled slightly. I came up behind you and put my arms around your waist. You leaned back into me. “I know you’re nervous and honestly, with that much soap...believe me, you’re going to feel thoroughly and completely punished. Nothing about this is going to be comfortable but it is designed to be punitive. I’m going to ask you once and only once: are you sure about this? Because once we start, unless you safeword out...I am not stopping no matter how much you beg.”

You took a deep breath and said, “I deserve this. I know you’d forgive me without a punishment, but this is for my benefit and not yours. For real. I’ll get so hung up on this and I know it will carry over. And honestly, I’m probably getting off easy here. Lying to you isn’t okay. Not ever. And that’s not the type of man I am. I was just so afraid of disappointing you.”

I pulled you around so you were facing me and then squeezed you so tightly. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s take this into the bedroom. And listen, I love you so much. And I forgive you. And once this is over, you need to forgive yourself, too.” You pulled me so close and we stayed intertwined, whispering our love for each other. Finally, I took your hand and led you to the bedroom. Didn’t want that water to get too cold.

Chapter 3

In the bedroom, I laid down a few pillows and draped a towel over them and then took the bulging bag from you as you slipped off your clothes. You looked at me pleadingly and positioned yourself over the pillows, clutching another one in your hands. The position you were in is one of my favorites. Chest to the bed, up on your knees, legs slightly spread. It is so hard to keep my focus on punishing you. But dutifully, I set the Vaseline and my hairbrush on the bed. The second you heard the top come off the vaseline, you softly moaned. I lubricated you gently but firmly and then lubricated the nozzle and shook the bag just a bit. I went into the bathroom to bleed out the hose and your anxiety was all but tangible by the time I got back.

“Okay, lover,” I began, “I’m going to insert the nozzle now and start your enema. Two quarts of very soapy water will be anything but comfortable. I’ll hold the bag low but I’m only stopping once upon request so choose that moment carefully. After that, you’ll be holding for ten full minutes while I give you a good spanking. And after *that*, I’ll march you into the bathroom and you’ll release for me while I rinse the bag out thoroughly and get your rinse ready. After you’re empty, your punishment will be over. The rinse is just a necessary evil.”

I slowly inserted the nozzle into your perfect asshole, pushing against the slight resistance. There. Right where it needed to be. I reached for the clamp and paused. You were already trembling as you felt the slight movement of the nozzle. “Are you ready, lover?”

“I...ugh...yes, my Mistress.”

I clicked open the clamp and you visibly shuddered. Within seconds the warm, very soapy water was flowing into you. You were silent for a moment but then gasped. “Oh, please...” you moaned. I kept the bag low, but gently rubbed your lower back. Even in a well-deserved punishment, I couldn’t help but baby you just a little. The bag was about halfway empty when you gasped “please, my Mistress! I’m going to lose control! Please stop the flow for a few minutes!” Your face was flushed and I knew the very soapy water was causing some reasonable cramping. I clicked the clamp shut and you tensed then relaxed slightly. “Ohhhh,” you moaned. “The soap...”

“Washing all that naughtiness away, my sweetheart. This is exactly what you need and deserve. Hopefully, you’ll remember this the next time you even think about lying to me. I’m going to start the flow again. You still have half the bag to take. I expect you to take this punishment enema like a good boy for me.”

Click. I opened the clamp and your asshole instinctively clenched down on the hard plastic nozzle, fruitlessly trying so hard to stop the soapy water. You moaned and whimpered and arched your back. Perfection. Another quarter emptied into you and your inner thighs trembled uncontrollably. Your distress was growing. I raised the bag higher to speed up the flow. That last half quart poured into you. You were visibly perspiring and trembling for me. I patted your quivering ass gently and said “well, my naughty boy, all two quarts of soapy water are inside you. I’ll set the timer for ten minutes. And for that ten minutes, I’m going to spank you. Once the timer buzzes, I’ll march you straight into the bathroom. And then I’m staying while you release.”

You moaned, making a sound that I usually only hear when I’m using the biggest strap on we have. “Please, my Mistress! I can’t! I can’t hold it! My asshole wants this water out NOW!” I gently rubbed your back and told you to pant a bit; I reminded you that you could safeword out, but that was the only way. “I won’t,” you gasped, trembling. With the nozzle still inside you, I began spanking you. Just firm slaps with my hand, pinking up your skin. After I felt like you were sufficiently warmed up, I picked up my hairbrush and went to town. Occasionally I stopped to soothe or scold you. As the timer clicked down, the intensity of the spanking increased. I focused solely on your “sit spot” for the final minute and while you weren’t crying, you were certainly close. You were moaning and writhing on the bed. The timer buzzed and I could see the color drain from your face. “You took your punishment very well, sweetheart. It’s time to move to the bathroom.” You pleaded for privacy but I had no interest in hearing it. I removed the nozzle and, bag in hand, helped you to your feet. “Ohhhh,” you moaned, crampy and exhausted from holding two quarts of soapy water for me. I took your elbow and led you to the bathroom.

Chapter 4

You sat down on the toilet, straining to hold the enema in. I set down the bag on the counter with the nozzle in the sink and perched on the edge of the tub, straight across from you. “Please,” you begged. “I can’t release with you right in front of me!”

“I suspect your asshole will eventually say otherwise, my lover,” I said. “I have nothing but time.” Your face went from red to scarlet as the enema started flowing out of you. As soon as your tears started, I stood up and stepped before you and you pulled me so close to you, burying your face against me and holding onto me so tightly. “It stings,” you whimpered, as blast after blast of soapy water exited you with all the sounds (and smells) that come along with a very crampy, very soapy enema. You were going to be very clean for me tonight, that’s for sure. “It’s the soap, lover,” I replied. “I hope that you’ll remember this moment the next time you feel inclined to lie.”

“I will,” you moaned.

Another round of cramps overtook you and you pressed your face hard against me, clinging to me so tightly. I smoothed your hair and rubbed your back, encouraging you to let all the naughtiness wash away. I kissed the top of your head and told you I needed to clean the bag for your rinse and you looked at me with pleading eyes. “Please, not another enema! I can’t take it!”

“Lover, this is just a necessary evil,” I said, as I rinsed the bag and cleaned the nozzle with soap and water. “Gotta get the soap out, you know. And your punishment is over. I will administer this enema so gently and lovingly. And then we’ll give your asshole a break for a few hours, but tonight you’re definitely going to take the big strap on tonight.”

“I’m so sore right now, but yes, my Mistress. Whatever you want is what I want. I will take whatever strap on you choose.”

I finished rinsing the bag as you flushed the toilet for the fourth time. “I think I’m done,” you said sheepishly. “Alright, lover,” I said as I refilled the bag with just water. I bled out the hose and clamped it off. “Let’s get you rinsed out.”

Chapter 5

We walked back to the bedroom, your ass still flushed from both the spanking and your time on the porcelain throne. “Over the pillows, lover,” I said. “Your punishment is over. You took it well and are forgiven.” You looked at me gratefully. “Thank you, my Mistress,” you said. “I’m so sorry I lied. Never again—especially after this.” We embraced and kissed and then back over the pillows you went. “Please be gentle,” you begged. “That soap had such a sting.” I promised I would be and I scooped up a generous amount of Vaseline on my finger. I so very lovingly spread it around the outside of your tender asshole, giving it a gentle massage, and when I went to push my finger in, you tensed and then relaxed. I patted your behind gently as I slowly and delicately fucked you with my finger. “Relax, lover,” I said softly. “Here comes the nozzle again.” I slipped the nozzle into you and you moaned into your pillow.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to raise and lower the bag in intervals so I can get that enema deeper into you with the rushing of that water. You do have to take all two quarts, but you don’t have to hold it for me. And you can release privately.”

I opened the clamp and raised and lowered the bag as you moaned into the pillow. “Need me to stop, lover?” I asked. “You need to take this whole bag for me but I will stop as much as you need me to.”

“No, my Mistress,” you replied. “Please just keep the bag high? I know it will be more crampy, but I also know it will empty the bag faster. And then I can release even though I’m so tender I am dreading it.”

“As you wish, lover,” I replied. I held the bag high and let that water flow into you as you arched your back. I gently caressed your ass and resisted the urge to fuck you with the nozzle. Instead, I dragged my fingernails lightly over your balls. Your submission never, ever failed to arouse and please me.

“Ugggggh, it hurts,” you groaned. “I’m cramping so bad.”

“On a positive note, you’re done, sweetheart. Let me know when the cramp stops and I’ll remove the nozzle, okay?” I gently started rubbing your lower back. I let my hands slide lower and lower until they found your cock, hard for me in spite of (because of?) your ordeal. Your inner thighs quivered.

“O-o-kay,” you stammered. “I’m ready for the nozzle to be removed. I think.” I slipped the nozzle out of your clenched bottomhole, and helped you to your feet.

“Go release, lover,” I ordered. “Just let it flow, though. Don’t strain. And be patient. Trust me...you’re already going to be tender for the big strap on tonight as it is.”

You scurried to the bathroom and mere seconds later, I heard you moaning as you released for me. I smiled at the sound of your distressed relief. I had a feeling you wouldn’t be lying to me again anytime soon. And probably not smoking again, either...

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