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Pegtember: Tiny Skirts, Women’s Panties and Massive Dildos (Update 1)

6 September 2026 / / 7 Comments

We interrupt the normal posting schedule for our first Pegtember update. Five days in, and my husband’s ass has already been pegged for nearly eight hours in total. The general consensus of the girls is they want to average over an hour a day, with more than two hours on a Saturday, or Party Night as were calling it. That’s a really harsh amount for his asshole to take, I mean each pegging hour is harder on the asshole than an hour of anal by cock just because the materials involved are not natural and are more rigid, but he’s done it so far. It’s my birthday present and he always does his best to give me what I want. Which is why I asked him for another (late) Birthday Present, a fantasy tentacle dildo. To use on his asshole. He bought it immediately, obviously. Should arrive any day now.

Tuesday (1st) started with him finding the Pegtember box in his office and coming downstairs wearing delightful women’s pink satin crotchless panties, completely failing to contain his cock, and waving some stockings around. Quite simply, if I wanted him to wear stockings, he’d have to have his legs being waxed. Fabulous idea, and it felt like a real step forward. I asked on the group chat if anyone had waxing strips, but Stacey suggested I call the village mobile beauty therapist Tasha, who does a lot of emergency work. Initially, she said no, but when I mentioned it was the next step in my husband’s feminisation, she said she’d be round in minutes.

When she arrived, he was wearing only a standard man’s t-shirt and the women’s pink satin crotchless panties, and nothing more. She had him stand and removed the panties, so she could inspect what she had to do. He was, of course, cleared of hair in the “boy shorts” area by electrolysis some years ago, so her waxing task was straight forward. Something Tasha always does to make customers calmer is to slip her skirt and panties off to match their nakedness with hers. So, naked from the waist down, she cracked on immediately, and was about halfway done when Laura and Victoria arrived. Given Tasha knew what was going on, and was half naked, Laura and Vicki took their tops off and changed into their teeny skirts and strap-on harnesses, loaded with the first dildos, appearing just as Tasha was finishing his legs off and checking to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Her checking included his cock and balls (a few times), and over his ass cheeks and down his ass crack, none of which she actually waxed. I took this as a cue to ask her if she wanted to stay for the pegging, and she said she could only stay a bit.

Laura, Vicki and Tasha quickly got him dressed for the pegging. Laura put on his white stockings and suspenders, taking great joy in how they slipped so easily up his perfectly smooth legs, Tasha put back on to him the pink satin crotchless panties she removed earlier (thus ensuring his panties were over his suspenders, as they should be for any Good Girl), and Vicki put on to him his obscenely short tartan skirt and thin white girly blouse. This was a schoolgirl outfit, that would only be improved if he had tits.

He was bent over the arm of the sofa, into the position we were going to peg him in, and Laura parted his ass cheeks, displaying his pucker for the first time, whilst I lubed his asshole, lavish amounts, including pushing it deep with my fingers. Then, in a degrading piece of symbolism I know he loves, I drooled onto his asshole, rubbing it in. Laura and Vicki each spat on his pucker and rubbed it in, and even Tasha drooled on his asshole and rubbed it in. She looked so cute, being bottomless and rubbing her drool into his pucker. She had a beautiful cunt and ass, and was totally hairless from the waist down, as you might expect from someone who waxes for a living.

Well, Laura and Vicki were insatiable. They fucked his asshole so hard, all while a bottomless Tasha was watching, and when I let her out, I invited her to come back another day and take part. She started to say no, and then instead went for maybe. Laura and Vicki carried on until his asshole was well stretched, well ready for me and the largest dildo he can take all of at full speed, a 9 inch long 7½ inch circumference realistic looking cock with big weighty balls that slam into his body on each stroke. I am training his asshole to take a larger one, and I’m not far off getting there. I’d use that larger one the next day, but I wanted his first pegging to be all full speed, full power and full length. I think what made Laura and Vicki fuck him that hard, apart from the excitement, was that schoolgirl outfit, and in particular the women’s pink satin crotchless panties. He looked so sexy with his cock escaping from panties not made for it, and with the tiny skirt flipped up to show his ass, our usual position. Laura and in particular Vicki had wanted him to wear a skirt and panties for pegging for so long, and each and every dildo was inserted through the gap and he was fucked very very hard.

Wednesday (2nd) started with me licking his asshole, a simple piece of aftercare that we agreed beforehand, twenty minutes of sloppy analingus to soothe his misused asshole, including quite a lot of spitting and drooling on his asshole, something he finds invigorating, but quite degrading. I don’t want to overdo the spitting and drooling, but it will be a part of every pegging and every rimming, he loves it that much, he loves the degradation, and his asshole does need to be soothed. I checked he was OK with what happened, every element, and that he enjoyed himself. He thoroughly did. Only 29 more peggings to go.

The evenings peggers were Carla and late replacement Paula, who came in as Anna had to be away for the night. Paula had never pegged anyone before, so she had some lessons from Carla and me, and she soon got in the swing of it. And this day was his first wearing the Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug. I have to admit I nearly came helping Carla to put it on him, lubing his urethra and inserting the long stainless steel cumstopper. He is used to sounding, but normally him doing it, not someone else. The rod was snug, as it was meant to be, and he was struggling before even one peg occurred. We put an obscenely short skirt and a teeny virginal white thong on him, cotton but so small his cage would never be contained, and then Carla spanked and paddled him a few dozen times, before Paula moved the thong aside to lube his asshole. Much lubing and finger penetration later, and we all three spat on his asshole before Paula pushed in the dildo. It was her first ever pegging session, and she really got in the hang of a hard pegging quite quickly, really fucking his asshole vigorously and mercilessly. Carla went next, Paula had another go, and then Carla ended up with the huge dildo I ended the session with the previous day. That is because I was deploying his latest nemesis, one he couldn’t take all the way, one I was training him for, and one I was determined he’d be able to take soon, well before the end of Pegtember. This is a 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter brute, again realistic, but this time, the balls are large, heavy and move independently of the dildo like real balls do. Like all the other dildos, I made him suck it first, and lubed it in front of him, as Paula relubed his asshole. I normally ask him during training how far he wanted me to go, but not today. I told him he was going to this take more and further in than he ever had before. Saying the size really emphasised what was about to invade his asshole, and his cock did move, although was severely restricted by the cage.

I was very gentle, pushing it in, all the time talking to him about what a Good Girl he was, and how much he had taken. I reached the point where he yelped last time, and he hadn’t, so I pulled back out and pushed in again a little further, until he yelped. I stopped, stroked his hair and told him how proud I was, and how he only needed to take a little more, and then I withdrew and pushed in again, again pushing a little further than before. He yelped again, and Carla said he was so close, and a good cock caged girly like him could take the last half inch of length, and I pulled out and pushed back in again, this time ignoring his yelp mere millimetres from being all the way in. He felt the balls touch his ass and he knew. I held it all the way in as Paula praised and kissed him and Carla played with his cock cage, and then I pulled out and pushed all the way in again. He didn’t yelp. Again, Paula kissed him and Carla played with his balls as I did stroke after stroke, all gentle, but pushing all the way in, with a brief pause before pulling out again. This wasn’t yet a hard slamming ass fuck, but it would be soon.

I was doing stroke after stroke until Carla stopped me, with the dildo buried all the way, and she kissed him and told him he’d had fifty full penetrations with this monster, and did he want to end with a couple of dozen slightly faster ones. He was sweating, and just nodded. So I started, slightly faster, a slight slam at the end, and his grunting was showing the effect. And he managed all 24, and I felt that was enough for the day. Carla removed the cock cage and then gave him a blow job until he came in her mouth, something she shared with Paula and me.

The next day, Thursday (3rd), I did the twenty minute aftercare rimming and drooling session right after he gave me my morning Submissive Sodomy, and the evening peggers were Laura and Ella, Ella too not being experienced at pegging. We made him wear the cock cage and a tiny mesh florescent pink thong, which again didn’t handle the cage, and the blouse, but no skirt. Laura gets up some speed with pegging, and Ella, being young and energetic, wasn’t far behind. There was lots of slamming before, inevitably, I donned the 10 inch long 8 ¾ inch diameter again, starting slowly, but fully in after only four strokes, a few more slower ones, and then the bulk of the strokes at the fastest pace from yesterday. Ella and Laura were alternating between encouraging him and watching the brute impale him. When I thought I was well past 50 strokes, I stopped, pressing the dildo into his asshole, and asked him if he wanted faster. As if he was going to say no, I told Ella to count the 24, and I set about slamming the dildo into his asshole harder. If I’m honest, I wasn’t far off full speed, and his asshole took it. Sometimes, I’m amazed what his asshole can take. Clearly his cock suffered in the cage, and his asshole was really stretched, so after his asshole was emptied, I cuddled him and said how amazing he was whilst Ella sucked his cock clear of cum, again her sharing it with Laura and me.

Friday (4th) saw Ella pop in to do the rimming, with us both doing the spitting and drooling, and I did a quick check-in with him after that. The evening was a cage free one with him cumming a load all over the place whilst being pegged. The white cotton virginal thong was back, as were Carla and Victoria, and it was a first outing for the French Maid’s outfit. I was fairly broken, from a whole day of free-use as the only woman available all day, so I just watched as Vicki and Carla swapped, until Carla ended up with the brute, and she only did a couple of warm up strokes before slamming in hard. He yelped and, she slapped his ass, telling him to not be a wimp and to take this monster like a girl. He was almost in tears, but he took every stroke, every slam and his cock in such a mess. Vicki had to clean him up, whilst Carla told him how much she enjoyed doing that to him, but I’d slam even harder tomorrow. I wasn’t sure I could manage that, but I’d give it a try.

Saturday (5th) saw Carla do the sloppy analingus, and the evening we decided was Pegging Party Night, his asshole being the centre of attention. The twist here was that as someone stopped pegging him, he had to lick her asshole whilst his asshole was lubed for the next dildo, and with every change of pegger, that person would degrade him a little by spitting or drooling on his asshole and rubbing it in before pushing the dildo in. On duty were Laura, Victoria, Paula, Stacey and me. It was Stacey’s first experience pegging a man, and she had been wrecked by him earlier in the day, a four hour fucking session where she came so so much. He had the bright pink crotchless women’s bikini panties on, and his cock poked out of the waistband, meaning his cum sprayed all over his belly as we pegged him. I did my best at full speed slamming with the monster, and Stacey had a go too. What have we unleashed in this girl? He took the hard slams with the monster easier than the day before, meaning he was getting used to it. He needed to because the tentacle is even bigger. His asshole was being fucked for over 2½ hours, and as soon as everyone left, I got to be big spoon, giving him some love after his ordeal. It’s only day 5. 25 to go. His asshole simply had to manage.

I’ll do another update in a good few days. The first five days were hard on his asshole, and there was much degradation, but it will get harder as his asshole is used up more. I do have to say though he has thoroughly enjoyed it so far, he’s cum so much, he’s loved wearing the panties and women’s clothes, he’s loved the demeaning spitting, drooling and language and he loves the cock cage, particularly the rod down his urethra. And remember, this is MY birthday present. My mind is working on what his birthday present might be……

Pegtember: Power Shift

1 September 2026 / / 4 Comments

Oh, my husband’s asshole is so going to massively regret this.

A couple of months ago, he asked what I wanted for my birthday. I think he was thinking something nice to wear, perhaps something to show my body off, or a new sex toy or piece of kit for our sex room. What I replied was that I wanted him to complete Pegtember. He gave it a little consideration, and then said OK, if that is what I wanted. It was, and then, in a flash of inspiration and without massively thinking about it, I told him I wanted him in Girl Mode every time we pegged him, panties, skirts, costumes, that sort of thing. He looked a little wide eyed, but told me it was my birthday present, and if I wanted to peg him with him in a skirt or panties, so be it. I don’t think he really thought it through.

For those who don’t know, Pegtember is an event where someone is pegged every single day of September. Thirty consecutive peggings. Now, he’s normally pegged once a week, sometimes twice, normally Laura, Victoria and me, sometimes Carla and me, sometimes Anna and me. As you may remember, my body isn’t up to giving his ass the seeing to I think it deserves, so I get support. They get to do the long hard warm up, and I normally get to finish with the monster, the big dildo, the one that really stretches his asshole. Long satisfying pegging for him, building up through dildo sizes until I arrive with the huge one. Win-win for me, getting to watch him get near, then getting to use the huge one on him as a finale.

But a whole month. Thirty days, not missing a single session, will be hard for his ass. Mind you, I get sodomised every day, so he owes me, right?

I told the girls. I told them I needed at least one of them every single night to support me in his pegging, ideally two. I know some people do shorter peggings for Pegtember, to help the poor peggee’s asshole get through it, but I’m not. I want long, full, brutal peggings just like normal. Just more of them, just every day for a month. He’s always pushing me to take longer, harder, bigger. Now it’s his turn.

We started putting names in the calendar, and I realised I’m away working (well, fucking in the name of work) for a few days in September, so the girls agreed to peg him in my absence, live on video for me to watch and masturbate to in the comfort of my hotel room. There were lots of volunteers for pegging him, and the girls insisted on a 45 minute minimum pegging each and every day, whether I was there or not. I happily and eagerly agreed, after all it wasn’t my asshole, although I suspect my asshole will pay over the long term. It’s used to it. He’d have no choice but to agree, he’d have no choice other than to take whatever pegging we wanted to mete out.

We made up a Pegtember box for him. All the strap-on harnesses and dildos. Lube, lots and lots of lube. And women’s panties to fit him, panties I’d bought specifically for Pegtember. Proper girly panties. Tiny thongs, crotchless panties, open-backed panties, ones that wouldn’t hold his cock, thongs we would move aside to penetrate him, crotchless and open-backed ones we’d fuck through.

Also in there is a French Maid’s outfit and a Schoolgirl outfit I made for him, complete with stockings and suspenders I bought for him. I’ve been meaning to sort these outfits out for so long, and this was the excuse to get my sewing machine out. Paula and Laura wanted to peg him in a French Maid’s outfit, Anna and Victoria is a Schoolgirl one. All four will have their way. There were tiny skirts like he has me wearing, including some of the indecent variety I often wear at home, and a blouse, one for someone with tiny tits.

This Girl Mode shouldn’t be a surprise if you read my post about buying him panties and short skirts earlier in the year. He’s worn the panties a lot, and the skirts quite a bit at home, and out to the event he wanted, but I really wanted to move this on, wanted to get him into Girl Mode, which he has yet to do. This is a good chance to cement Girl Mode for him.

And also in there is a Gates of Hell cock cage with built-in Penis Plug, a stainless-steel torture device to use sometimes. Rings down the shaft, a ring round the base of his cock, a ring round the base of his balls, a ring under the edge of his Glans, and a Penis Plug, long enough so that even when he is as erect as he can be in that thing, his urethra will be full of metal. It will stop him cumming. Laura and Victoria wanted to stop him cumming. Apparently it makes the man focus on the pegging even more. And I’ve wanted one of these for him for the longest time too.

I won’t post updates every day, just occasionally. We want it to be tough for him, a struggle for him. He likes pushing us to extremes in the hunt for sexual gratification, now it’s our turn. We are going to enjoy the pegging, the costumes, the skirts, the panties, but above all, we want him to enjoy it, as well as endure it, and I want him to get really into Girl Mode and to want to do it more.

The Pegtember box is on his home office chair, waiting for him to come home from work. Laura and Victoria are due about 8pm. Let the pegging fun begin!

We’re Not Done With Panties Just Yet

16 November 2025 /

As you all know by now, I don’t wear panties any more, and when we made the decision to ditch them completely, my husband disappeared them, only occasionally bringing a pair out for a cunt stuffing session, where a pair of my old panties was shoved up my cunt and I was brutally and relentlessly masturbated until I came on them numerous times. Taking a pair of panties, feeding them into my willing cunt and then making me orgasm over and over onto them, is amazingly sexy. It is one of those acts where he holds my body whilst he makes me cum, loving but unrelenting.

Once he was happy with how coated with my sticky juices they were, he fished them out of my cunt and then he normally found something else to do with them, often using them as a gag (and indeed a couple of months ago, he had me buy a really rather large ball gag as an option to hold them in place), or he’d get me to use my slick panties to tie my hair up. Many years ago, a famous radio star spoke of using her panties to tie her hair up, and my husband always remembered it. The bit about the panties being covered in our juices was all his own idea, so we sometimes go for a walk with my hair tied up with juicy panties and therefore smelling slightly of sex.

The other thing he would do is put my slick fragrant panties in a clip and seal plastic bag, and I never saw them again. What I didn’t know at the time he was cunt stuffing with my old panties was that he was selling them online, fragrant girl cum covered panties sealed in a bag to keep in the aroma. He made a fortune, every penny of which was invested in our sex room and other fucking facilities in our home.

My panties were all fairly old when he locked them away. I hadn’t bought new panties for years, as I was drifting towards wearing them less over a number of years. He sold all but three pairs, the pair he took off me the first time we fucked (the signed ones) and his two favourite pairs, a crotchless pair and the tiniest thong I ever owned. I know where my first pair is – in the display case in our bedroom with the signed first pairs from every woman he fucked ever. The other two have both been used for cunt stuffing, but both are still in his possession, under lock and key somewhere.

As first Victoria and then Laura became pantyless, he did the same with their old panties, locking away and then selling most of them after being covered in cum in a cunt stuffing (keeping only their firsts with him and the pairs from each that he really liked), and he has started on Anna’s now too.

But for the first time in years, we’re thinking of buying some panties. Relax, they aren’t for me, Vicki or Laura; our pantyless status is safe, and whilst not being quite panty free yet, Anna isn’t buying any more either now.

No, these are for my husband. You see, even though I’ve been with him for well over twelve years now, I only found out over the summer that he wants a pair of thigh high boots for him. He’s bought me a couple of pairs (one black leather, one black shiny PVC) and he loves them on me (as do I), but he really wants a pair or two himself. I think he has one eye on a particular annual social event in April. He already has a fabulous frilly shirt and he’s always wanted something for his lower half to match up with how amazing the shirt looks.

Armed with the fact that he wants some long thigh high boots, we’ve been brainstorming a bit as to how to marry up the two halves of the outfit. I really don’t like the aesthetic of jeans under boots. To be honest, I prefer the boots to be somewhat tighter than would allow for anything much to be tucked into them. I do love the look of having a little bit of uncovered leg above the top of boots emphasising a flat top rim of the boots, so to have them on show that little bit leg above, there is really only one way to go, and that is a miniskirt. I have a number to choose from, and they look fabulous (although they are somewhat daring with no panties, but I have no choice but to risk it).

He wasn’t bothered how I wore the boots until he saw me in my miniskirt wearing, leg showing, cunt flash jeopardy best, and now he won’t let me wear them any other way.

But what would he wear with his long thigh high boots? The issue is that in my brain, I had the most perfect outfit for him, and that was a long black leather coat, his white frilly shirt, black leather miniskirt and black leather boots. I think he’d look amazing, but I wasn’t sure he’d go for the miniskirt. He’s not really into cross-dressing, although he has talked for the longest time about having a short skirt to wear at home. He wanted a skirt that his cock hung down from, for use at home with a lady just being able to grab his cock and work it as she wanted or as he instructed.

Vicki had already given him a kilt related to her family, so I knew he loved the kilt no underwear vibe. However, the length of boots I was thinking (and the gap for leg) would mean he would need such a short skirt that he would need to keep his cock safely tucked out of the way, as I may be able to (and do) get away with the odd cunt flash in public, but he definitely couldn’t with his cock: that’s instant arrest territory. We’re not going there.

So, I began looking at panties designed for men for under his miniskirt, that would keep his cock and balls firmly hidden and held firmly in place. What I found was fabulous. A silk thong, with the rear being a narrow strip that will show his ass cheeks off perfectly. The front however is the brilliant part. There is a silk pouch that holds his cock vertically and out of sight, and some shaped silk to hold his balls in place and out of sight. Both sexy and secure.

He thought they were sexy too, so I bought him a shocking pink pair, and he has been trying them around the house, and they do indeed keep his cock and balls supported and out of sight all day. He loves them. He’s actually thinking they might be good for work in the hot weather.

And with those, he’s actually bought into the whole miniskirt outfit. We have the leather coat already, and I’ve ordered a black leather miniskirt. He’ll be utterly irresistible in that outfit, so I can’t wait to get all the bits in place. And you will see his shocking pink panties under the miniskirt, and I think he loves that. He did muse about black to blend in, but given he likes me to wear bras you can see the colour of under my clothes, he thought it would be hypocritical for him to not wear the shocking pink ones.

I have to admit though that I have been dreaming for ages about him walking round our house in panties, proper women’s panties. He walks round our place a lot in his men’s thongs, primarily because of their effect on me. He’d happily be naked, but I don’t find a flaccid cock to be nice to look at and his ass looks so lovely framed in a nicely fitting thong. I’m quite lucky that the design of thong he likes makes his package bulge and his ass look really peachy, so him wearing those increases my chance of needing a fuck – something he is always happy to encourage.

So, I really wanted to add some proper women’s panties into the mix too, and I’ll be honest in saying I have no idea why, but I get incredibly hot just thinking about that. We have a friend who cross-dresses for a living, and he has talked quite openly about wearing women’s panties (i.e. ones not designed with cock room) and the struggle to keep his cock in place. I quite fancy my husband having that struggle, and I know his cock wouldn’t be flaccid if he was having that struggle and was parading round in panties for me, or indeed if he was wearing them out. Although I also know that if I enjoy his struggle, I’d probably be made to have some sort of sexual struggle myself. I consider it a small price to pay.

I naturally began looking at thongs, but I was looking for any suitable panties that excited me. Now as you may know, I hate lace. I hated lace on my panties when I wore them, I hate lace on bras, and I’m not about to buy panties for my husband that have lace on them. I’m buying them for my viewing pleasure and I’m not going to ruin the view by having lace. Not liking lace is my one clothing choice he’s never challenged – I’m not sure he likes it much too. Whilst many men like their women in sexy lingerie, he’d much rather have me topless, tiny skirt and stockings and suspenders, and I’m so happy with that, it is so much more me.

Anyway, back to the panties, and firstly, I found some open-backed panties. They are black mesh briefs with a wide open rear, meaning there is an egg shaped panel missing from the rear of the panties (from the waistband to the perineum) over his ass crack, meaning his ass crack is permanently on display; with these, there is no way for the gap to close. I realised how excited I would get pegging him through open-backed panties, and even playing with a butt plug through the gap. Also, because these are women’s panties, the struggle to keep his cock enclosed would be on.

Secondly, I found a set of shocking pink low-rise silk panties that are crotchless right from waistband to waistband. I know that means his cock and balls will likely hang straight out of them, but I suspect he will not be flaccid when he is put in them, so that will be OK. I’m finding the thoughts of him fucking me while he was wearing his crotchless panties to be really exciting.

Finally, I found a shocking pink silk thong, similar to the one for use with the miniskirt, only these are a women’s thong, so the cock struggle is on with these too.

I luckily found some suppliers who were prepared to answer my sizing questions, and we got the sizes sorted based on the physical size of his best fitting male thong.

It is safe to say that pegging him through the open-backed and crotchless panties is just so incredibly sexy. It is that next notch of role-reversal, being sodomised wearing proper girly exposing panties. The other women love it too, and the trash talk we’ve all come out with is pure unleashed filth, all of which adds to our collective excitement.

I don’t quite know why I’m getting so excited by all this, but I am. (Then again, why do I get excited about half the things I do sexually?) He’s worn them all for me now, he’s been pegged in them all now, he’s fucked me in them all now and they look amazing, and my horniness level instantly goes up a notch. So, whilst I’m not wearing panties, my husband sometimes is, and we both love it.

And once we get the miniskirt, when my husband attends that event in April, I’ve decided his outfit would be perfectly finished off by having his hair tied up with a pair of our panties, fresh from cunt stuffing and covered in girl cum, probably from more than one of us. That would go down well. It’s that kind of event.

Disciplining The Maid (Part Two)

5 October 2025 /

Here I was role-playing the maid with my husband as the exasperated employer. I was on all fours in the wet room bathroom, my ass and cunt very much on show and my tits hanging either side of the apron. In that exposed and vulnerable position, he had masturbated me to the edge of an orgasm.

I was so close to cumming when he stopped, which meant that I was frustrated and trying to find a reason to stop scrubbing for the second time. I was trying to give him more reasons to spank me anyway, more reasons for extra strokes, and my arms were starting to tire.

A gentle throb of my bladder gave me the next move, so in amongst the scrubbing, I squeezed out a small amount of piss. This wasn’t going to be a long hard stream – I hadn’t worked up to that, but I did have a few squeezes of piss to get out, and it had the effect I wanted. He started moaning about how filthy I was, how unprofessional it was to just piss instead of asking to use the toilet, how a maid was meant to make the place cleaner and not dirtier, and all during the rant, I did occasional piss spurts, being careful to not just let the piss I had go. I had to make it last, and these small spurts were quite dramatic.

At one point, he put his hand over my cunt to “stop” me, so obviously, I did a piss squirt onto his hand. He wiped my piss from his hand over my ass cheek, then repeated it with the other hand too. Then he stopped me scrubbing, turned me round and then pushed my face down to the wetness from my piss and make me lick it up. My tits were dragging on the floor as I moved across the floor licking up any piss I could see. I have to admit it did feel so degrading, a feeling I had started to rather enjoy in recent months.

Once he was happy with the piss situation, he had me back on all fours without moving, and went behind me, reaching over my ass from my side and opening my piss flaps with his fingers. He then told me to piss properly, and as I started to do so, he started using his fingers to masturbate me again.

Now, if any of you have ever tried to piss whilst being masturbated, you’ll know how hard it is to achieve. When, after about a minute, I hadn’t really pissed a lot, he took a hand away and pressed on my bladder. That worked, and despite the masturbation, I was steadily pissing, and when I was empty of piss, I started to feel the effects of the masturbation, and he carried on building me towards an orgasm I assumed would be callously denied me. I was wrong. He just masturbated me straight through my orgasm, not breaking rhythm for a moment, almost treating my cumming like it was an irrelevance, and that whatever my body did, he wasn’t going to change his actions, actions that gave me another massive orgasm, so turned on I was that his unbreaking rhythm kept it going for ages.

And then randomly, at some point after my orgasm, he stopped, got up and washed his hands. Then he made me, his slutty pissy orgasm whore, just get up and stand there, this time telling me not to adjust my attire. He wanted me covered in piss, my tits held apart by the gathered up apron running between them, my hair in a hell of a state and my skirt not sitting properly, so it was even shorter than it usually is. I was a hell of a sight.

He ordered me downstairs to the kitchen to discuss other issues he made with the maid’s work and what corrective action may be appropriate. My spanking was getting nearer.

When we got into the kitchen, he moaned about a number of things, before running a sink full of warm soapy water. I stood in front of it and put a couple of plates in it, but he put his hand in the small of my back and folded me over, my tits (which were still separate by the apron) dipping into the water.

He lined himself up behind me, his free hand releasing his cock, and nudged his glans against my very moist cunt lips. I love this position anyway, but the separation and apron made it feel particularly naughty. Once he pushed his cock into my cunt, he started moaning about how I’m a shit cleaner, and how the only thing I’m useful for is for him to fuck, so he might as well get his money’s worth. This was a fairly hard, fairly quick, fairly anonymous fuck, with absolutely no love involved – just a maid being fucked by her annoyed boss. Thoroughly in keeping with the scenario, he kept a hand on my back to keep my tits in the water, whilst using my cunt entirely for his pleasure. Not that I cared – I’d already cum a few times, and I really wanted to feel his cum spraying inside me, and given what had happened, that didn’t take long to happen.

He withdrew straight after he came and ordered me to remain place with my tits in the water until he had decided what to do to me. I knew what was coming. It was just a matter of how and for how long.

My answer came soon enough, as I heard a kitchen chair scrape against the floor. He told me to stand up and get over his lap, which I did, my foam cover water soaked tits hanging to the left of his legs, my ass pointing skywards to the right, in perfect position for his hand to be used. He told me it was almost as if I was deliberately shit so as to get a spanking or to get his attention. I started saying a defence, but a single sharp spank stopped me mid-sentence. He told me no more time for excuses, and no more time for little punishments, that he’d been too lenient with me before and that was not happening again.

And so, he started, spanking me with his hand, and then moving on to a paddle. I struggled a bit to get a few more strokes, and he was telling me which of my issues each batch of strokes were for.

He’s good at judging when my ass needs a break, so he stopped at just the right time and then put his hand between my legs, noting how slick my cunt was and vowing to add a few more strokes for me enjoying it, then he masturbated me to yet another orgasm.

Once I’d recovered a little from cumming, he started paddling me again, adding that this batch was for my disobedience and insolence, and telling me this would be longer and harder than the punishment for my poor performance, as my disobedience and insolence were wilful. I totally lost track of the strokes, but as usual, I loved every single one, my cunt getting more and more slick the more he paddled me. And finally, he used a small paddle to apply five strokes to my cunt, my clit feeling the brunt of the force, and then as he turned me over, he roughly grabbed each tit and applied the small paddle to each nipple twice.

Then he ordered the maid to fuck off before his wife got back and told her he assumed that she would get the message from her punishments this time. Oh, I’m certain she wouldn’t!

Disciplining The Maid (Part One)

25 September 2025 /

I snapped the last large metal clip from my suspender belt onto the top of my stocking, and then stood up to adjust them all so that my stockings lay correctly on my leg, the black seams dead straight down the back of my legs. Once they were perfect, I pulled the white frilly underskirt and short black skirt up over my ass, sitting them in place on my waist.

My husband told me as he left the house that I needed to get that maid around that evening, as he needed to have words about the standards of her work. She’ll be here tonight when he turns up. I picked up the black top with the big hole in front for my tits to hang through, and pulled it over my head, pulling it down and tucking it into the waistband of the skirt. I had to arrange that as well, so it sat flat on my skin, my tits swinging freely and perfectly framed. I tied the white apron round my waist, the bottom part over my skirt and the top up over my shoulders, barely covering my naked tits. The fabric of the apron rubbing on my nipples generally made them hard enough that the nipples could catch on the seam of the apron and therefore be loosely held in place, at least until a violent movement happened that would free them from their apron covering.

I checked the side boob presentation and loved what I saw – massive tits seemingly defying gravity with gorgeous curves tantalisingly displayed. I finally fitted the white maid’s cap (pinned into my hair) and I was ready to go.

The way this scenario usually worked was that he showed the maid what she was doing wrong, spanked her whilst masturbating her and finally fucked her, before sending her home to think about what she’d done. It was fun, but I decided I wanted to step it up.

He was so brilliant playing the annoyed employer role that I decided to push him a little and see where he went. So, all dressed up, I was poised at the window waiting for his car to draw up. I had a plan, a plan that I hoped would mean my poor ass being spanked far beyond normal, once again taking one for the team. I had to admit the waiting was making me increasingly horny, and I was so ready to go when he finally arrived.

I wanted my fingers to smell of my cunt, so all the time I was waiting, I was wanking, dipping my fingers as far into my cunt as I could, and rubbing all inside and up to my clit, alternating hands so they both had the aroma of my cunt. I was careful to not get too close to cumming, but maintained a nice steady wank that was keeping me constantly horny.

As he pulled up, I arranged myself on the chaise, my back up the corner so my legs were spread wide, with me leaning back and masturbating with my eyes closed. He opened the door and was almost immediately indignant. After all, he was paying this maid by the hour, and he wasn’t paying her to wank.

Usually after his first moan, the maid is all demure and apologetic, but part of my stepping it up involved the maid becoming more mouthy. So, I told him I needed to masturbate several times a shift to keep my focus on cleaning. Without, I’d drift along and not get anything done. That didn’t soothe him, and he grabbed my hands from my cunt, inhaled the smell of my juices from them, pulled them up over my head with one hand by my wrists, and then placed his other hand directly to my cunt. He started roughly working his hand into my cunt, alternating with squeezing and pulling on my clit. I knew this wouldn’t take long – I was already hyped up and my cunt was already sensitive from all the finger working, so his hard and fast masturbation got me to the edge of orgasm very quickly.

Then he slowed right down, meanly keeping me right on the edge, my body bending upwards to his touch. After a short while of that, he muttered something about getting this over with so we can get back on to the job in hand of my cleaning performance, and then resumed the vigorous finger fucking. It was a matter of seconds before I came, and his little shuddering hand movements extended my orgasm a fair bit.

I must have had a smile on my face after I’d cum, as he said about this being nothing to smile about and that I was in deep deep trouble. He took his hand off my cunt, and I could feel the cold air drifting over it. I didn’t move. I awaited his instruction to get up, which eventually came after he moaned for a while about how he wished he’d employed a decent cleaner rather than a slut that likes to masturbate instead of clean, moaning whilst looking at my exposed slick cunt.

He was in full flow as the exasperated employer, and believe me, he had much to be exasperated about. He told me to straighten my uniform, saying how on earth could I keep a house straight if I couldn’t even keep my uniform straight. I straightened the skirt as much as I could, and realised my right tit had come out from behind the apron, so I put that away, catching the nipple on the seam of the apron in an almost pointless attempt to hold the tit in place. With this apron, that was a losing battle, and one I knew very much turned him on.

He directed me upstairs, and followed me closely behind, his eyes looking up my skirt as I climbed the stairs, fixed at the amazing view of my ass and cunt from underneath the wholly inadequate skirt.

Once at the top, he directed me into the wet room bathroom, onto my knees in front of the shower, then onto all fours with my upper body where the water would land, my revealed ass and cunt very much on show and my hanging tits straining against the fabric of the apron. In that very exposed position, he berated the quality of my cleaning work and told me to get the scrubbing brush he had put beside me and to get scrubbing.

After a few scrubs, he told me to put my back into it, meaning of course that what he actually wanted was to see my 34H tits swinging violently from side to side. They were very soon both outside the apron (one either side) and snapping backwards and forwards with each stroke. I did that for a bit and then stopped, looking round at him.

He moaned that I had stopped, before sarcastically suggesting that I needed another wank to be able to carry on, and then grabbing at my already exposed cunt and starting another finger fuck, unrelenting and hard, getting me on the edge of another orgasm in no time. Just as my body started to move to his rhythm, he stopped and ordered me back to scrubbing, rearranging himself to look at my swinging tits and exposed cunt again whilst leaving me frustrated as I was so close to cumming.

I admit that what I did next was guided by frustration rather than by some sort of grand plan. I was trying to give him more reasons to spank me, more reasons for extra strokes, and to be fair, it worked superbly. He should have let me cum. What I was about to do was totally his fault.

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