Be Evil

I posted recently about a spanking I got for doing something evil to my husband, he's the one who dubbed it evil, not me. I thought it was fun. And it got me spanked. Pretty hard too.

So you want to know what this evil act is, so you can do it and get your comeuppance avoid it like the plague, right? Well I'll tell you, but first let me tell you it's something I've done before but without knowing it was a known tool in some girls' repertoires, I've done it instinctively just to tease a bit, not with any wicked objectivity. What I've done on occasions is to be at the advanced stage of a blowjob but then, at just the point when I know P is about to gift me with his sticky load, hold back, no lips no tongue no touching, just hovering nearby, tantalising him as he's thrust his hips or grapped my hair to make the connection he's needed. Sometimes I've given in and taken it and other times I've caused him to spurt with my hand instead, and then said sorry couldn't get there in time (a little porky). Not evil at all, just playing. But close to evil, although I didn't know it then.

So what's the evil, I'll tell you........it's apparently called a 'ruined orgasm' and I only read about it recently (sheltered life that I lead) when I followed a link from another blog. The bottom line is that when done expertly, it causes the man to ejaculate but doesn't actually give him an orgasm, or not a fulfilling one, leaving him still hard and horny even though he's empty. He still wants it and the feeling lasts so you get plenty of attention instead of the usual post orgasm disinterest. Now I've already figured out this can't work with full penetrative sex but it certainly can with hand and mouth, I can vouch for it. Briefly what you do is work your man up, normal foreplay stuff which is fun for both anyway, but then when he's really really close to ejaculating, in fact at the point of no return, you lay off, and that means completely, no touching his cock at all and make sure he can't rub against you or get into you. His cock will spasm and spurt gushes of his delicious stuff into the air. You will witness desperation, pleas, Oh gods, Fuck! Fuck! Fucks!, lewd thrusting of the pelvis and so on. Well I did.

I was smiling innocently when my husband said "What the fuck did you do that for?" "It's just a little technique I've learned, did you like it?" I asked but the only answer I got was "Oh Christ" and my husband stood up, bent me over the bed and entered me with delightful force, his cock was rock hard and soaking wet from the dribbles and as he thrust away I came. He did not but I got the distinct impression he wanted to. I told him no point keep doing that, unless he wanted to make me come again, I'd drained him and that was what I'd intended to do and he better be nice and maybe later, if he's lucky. For several hours after that P was putty in my hands, wanting to touch, talk and follow me around, it was very pleasant and eventually he did get what he wanted. But I've read some women use this tactic repeatedly to keep their men in a similar state for several days. I don't think P would stand for that.

It was only after he'd got what he needed that he told me he was going to spank me for doing what I'd done and that it had been evil. But I got the impression it had thrown him out of his comfort zone and that really deep down he'd found it 'interesting', that's the way he would probably put it. Anyway I definitely found it interesting and I shall do it again when I think the time is right.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Prepared

I mentioned to you, some time before our holiday, the discussion we'd had about carrying implements. In the end P made the choices, kept it down to a sensible number and popped them in the hold baggage right at the last minute so that I wouldn't see what he'd brought.

He revealed them by placing them on the edge of the pool before breakfast so that I'd see them when I joined him to eat.

I didn't know exactly why he made the choices he did so I asked him. He said he'd taken into account size (getting them into the bag), weight (Ryanair's un-generous limit), efficiency (speed and effect vs effort) and noise (not my squealing, the noise of applying). I more or less believed him too, the thin green plant cane is a favourite of his since he first used one in Ireland a couple of years ago, the rose paddle is a favourite of mine, the short cane is efficient and the strap is extremely stingy. The green cane snapped towards the end of the week, the other three performed well and the recipient of all of them did her best to provide just the right blend of provocative cheek, attitude and licentious enticement to have them all given a good workout.

I will recount at least one of my encounters soon.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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