Humiliation Spanking

The first time I got spanked by Debbie in front of Karen was one of the most humiliating things I ever experienced.  It's happened several times since then, and naturally it's not as humiliating as the first time.

Still, there's something embarrassing about being put over your wife's lap, your panties lowered and then spanked in front of her friend.  Imagine if there were another friend?  Or maybe several?

That's what the discussion was about late last night as Debbie swatted my ass in front of Karen.  The pink panties were down by my ankles, dangling there as if to laugh at my lack of manliness.

"Who should we invite to see the next spanking" Debbie asked Karen.

Several names were mentioned.  Women they knew from work.  I remember Patty, Valerie and Lorraine.  But there were more.  They laughed.  I was out of The Birdlock, so I got harder.

Then Karen suggested Phil.  "He's such a stud.  I'd love to get him in bed!"

That's when I came on Debbie's lap.

Weekend visitor

Hal's visiting Debbie this weekend, probably on Saturday afternoon.

"Why don't you surprise him at the door in your maids outfit?  He'd like that" Debbie said.

Like an idiot, I took it as a suggestion and didn't give her the impression I was all in on the idea.

It didn't take her long to say "Better yet, just do it."

Hal tends to follow Debbie's lead.  In other words, if he sees she's into dominating and humiliating me, he feels right at home and does the same.  If all she's interested in is sex with him, then he ignores me totally.

If her mood doesn't change by tomorrow, it could be interesting. 

The Unknowing Cuckold

In some ways I was a cuckold before I even knew what it meant.  I was a teenager and the regular pussy licker of "Big Mitch - My First BBW."

Once Mitch knew that I enjoyed eating pussy and ass, she basically owned me in that regard.  We both saw other people and never went steady, but I was there to meet her oral needs.

I remember one Saturday afternoon very vividly.  I had just got home from basketball practice when she called me.  It wasn't unusual for her to call me at home.  She was good friends of Sue, a neighbor of mine who I grew up with and we were all just kind of friends.  Both Sue and Big Mitch were a year older than me.

Bit Mitch called to let me know her parents were gone until that evening and she had the house to herself.  I knew what that meant:  "Why don't you come over here and lick me."  I was there an hour later.

When I got there Mitch was wearing a bathrobe and had her hair in curlers.  Curlers were in use back then more than they are now.  She had done her hair because she had a date that night....with someone else. 

I saw this photo a couple of days ago and it reminded me of that afternoon.

Perversely, I was turned on by the fact that I was worshiping her while she was in curlers.  Most girls didn't want to be seen while wearing curlers, particularly by guys or their boyfriends.  Big Mitch didn't care.  I was only her personal pussy and ass licker. 

An Insignificant Cuckold

I intended to follow up on Saturday's post yesterday, but decided to wait until today to get my thoughts together.  It was just a weird day and a weird sort of ending to Debbie's rendezvous with Hal.

I stayed downstairs the entire time they were upstairs together in our bedroom.  I occupied myself by polishing the silverware and a few other things while dressed in my maids uniform.  One can only polish those spoons so many times and I turned on the television to watch a basketball game.  It's hard to get into a game when you're dressed like I was.  But I tried.

Time passed and I was surprised at how long they were staying upstairs.  I heard the lovemaking at times but it was lasting longer than usual.  Also, I hadn't been called up at all.  Usually, I'm summoned to clean up and to be honest, it was something I was looking forward to.

It was almost 5 PM when Hal came down fully dressed, said he was running late and had to head out.  There was a brief "thanks" and a "see you in a few weeks" and then he was gone.  The game I was watching was relatively close and there was only a few minutes left so I decided to finish watching it.  When it was over, I decided to head upstairs to see Debbie and do my cuckold clean-up duty.

Much to my disappointment, she was in the shower.  She saw me in the bathroom through the shower doors and said "Are you going to stay dressed like that all night?  We're meeting Laurie and Bret at their place at 6 before heading out to dinner.  Hurry up and change." 

I was more than just disappointed.  I was downright pissed.  But I obeyed.  For one thing, my cock was throbbing in The Birdlock and very uncomfortable.  The discomfort isn't so bad when you get to serve like a cuckold is supposed to.  The subspace you find helps lessen the pain and discomfort.  There would be no such subspace, and no time to take a warm shower to help soothe my privates. 

I changed and we met our vanilla friends for dinner.  All night I kept thinking about how insignificant I was to Debbie on Saturday.  She sensed my disappointment even though I tried my best not to show it. 

She was mostly dismissive about what happened.  When we got home I got a "I hope you're not upset" from her.  I told her I was a little disappointed.  "Well, we just lost track of time.  I'll try to make it up to you later this week.  Tony might be over" she answered with a smile. 

She didn't even check on the silverware to see if I had done a good job.  Talk about being insignificant.

 

She could have at least let me watch.