It's The Worst - Don't let it happen - You aren't allowed

 

Living in Phoenix, you cherish the opportunities to leave in the summer and go somewhere cool.  The southern California coast is perfect.  It's close and above all ... it's cool and beautiful.

For the past 5 days, that's exactly what we did.  We took our (grown) kids and went to visit some old, dear family friends that live on the beach in So Cal.  Our kids are friends with their grown kids, so after we arrived, they all had things to do.  We stayed in a ridiculously expensive hotel right on the ocean.  After being with our (vanilla) friends all day, we'd retire back to our hotel.  It was awesome.  The room was literally right on the shore, so we could sleep with the window open and hear the waves crashing all night.  It was perfect.  

Since it was a vanilla weekend, we had to limit our sexy time to only when we were in our room.  Also, the stainless steel cage was left at home.  Mistress K. would tease, edge, deny repeat each of the nights, finally culminating in me being allowed to soak inside (here).  She knows I just love soaking.

We were soaking for quite a spell, and it was amazing.  There was so much love, so much lust, that all of a sudden it just came over me and I knew I was going to cum and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  My choices were ... just go with it, pump away and cum inside of her, and hope she would be benevolent and understand, or pull out and ruin my impending orgasm on her tummy ... and still hope she would be benevolent and understand.  

Knowing that she isn't often fond of having a gooey mess inside of her that would ooze out all night, I pulled out and let my mess pump out onto her tummy without thrusting (to maintain the ruined orgasm).  I was so deep in subspace, in awe of her and so much in love.  It was amazing.

I apologized profusely for my unauthorized ejaculation.  Ejaculating without permission in our marriage is a BIG, BIG NO-NO.  She was amazingly sweet, loving, and understanding.  She held my face and told me how much she loves how I love her, while she tenderly kissed me   It was beautiful.  We laid there for a few minutes and then I was told to get a towel to clean the mess. (The night before I told her that sometimes I wish that I was required to always have to consume my mess as part of a standing rule in our marriage.  She said "gross."  A post for another time I suppose).

After cleaning the mess, I started to walk back toward the bathroom, when she said, "STOP RIGHT THERE!"  A lump formed in my throat.  She said "at first, I was going to delay your obvious punishment for this severe infraction because we shared such a beautiful moment, but then I realized that it would lessen the impact of your disobedience.  She placed pillows on the bed, had me lay over it and proceeded to harshly spank me with her sandal.  It hurt like hell because getting punished after cumming, even a ruined orgasm, is the absolute worst!  (here)  The absolute worst!

When it was all over, I was grateful.  Not only that it was over but that my beautiful Wife had the courage and resolve to maintain the proper order of our marriage.  I wasn't spanked to tears but it was close.  I squirmed and rubbed it for a long time before I was able to finally go to sleep.  

There are some infractions that are just more severe than others.  I vowed at our Collaring Ceremony that I would never spill my seed without permission and supervision, and I violated that vow.  

I love you Mistress K.