Patty Gets A Figging
Patty from Creative Spanked Wife gets a figging, and she has to peel her own ginger, too:
When he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to the kitchen to get part of it out of the refrigerator, I both quivered with lust and trembled with fear. Gawd!!!!!
I was going to get a figging! But, that was only the beginning.
My husband loves to play, but, he rarely ever plays to just his own fantasies. Mostly, he works on pleasing me. Tonight his fantasies ruled. Man o Man it was a really special ride for me to take with him.
I stripped nude in the kitchen, carved and peeled the ginger root, bent over and lay on the dining room table while I was spanked hard with his hand and then a wood spoon and then the ginger root was pressed into my anus.
The spanking was exquisite…. His domination sent me into a very blissful place… The ginger root threatened all of it. My mind simply can’t collect the burn and urgently desperate primal panic it induces and put it in it’s disciplinary place… or for that matter it’s sensually disciplinary place… at least not until Fred takes my panic and discomfort and plays with it.
“Take it out! Please take it out!”
But it stays, as it should, its infusing spreading desperately painful heat compels both compliance and rebellion.
Fred pre-empted any and all fight over the root. This was just a small part of ‘his turn.’
With the ginger still inside me I was given the tawse for whining, then the school master strap for failing to stay on top of due dates., the cane for arguing and his hand for an extended session because he needed to make an intimate impression..
It was his turn for release. He had several points to make.
I couldn’t help myself, even though the ginger root found my panic button. Fred’s dominance and the spanking found my eros button. My first orgasm was a bit wimpy, a couple of spasms I hardly felt. But the next two were explosive. They were all induced by spanking.
But spanking was not all that Fred had in mind. He linked my wrists and suspended me. He tortured my breasts, my pussy and my mind. I came two more times, though I was reaching the desperation point…. The ginger was still held where it was put and required to be.
More. I needed more, and he needed to give me more.
Fun!
I know how that feels. I was lying on my bed reading a book and all of a sudden he shouts at me telling me to take of my clothes. I did what he said and he turned me over making me lay on my back. He tied me and took me to the dining table and put my underwear in my mouth. He spanked me over and over again. He strapped me onto the table. Moments later he came back with a ginger root in a bowl. This was my first time being figgeted. He didn’t put the ginger in slowly he put it with force and the ginger root was twice as big than my anus. I squirmmed on the table as he watch. He spanked be about tweenty times and said “Be a good girl now, It takes about five more minutes.” Then he took it out and put in another one and watch with glee. In my mind I was swearing and on my face I was sweating. I kept squirming and he spanked me again but this time with a wodden spoon. He didn’t take it out but he took my underwear out of my mouth and placed it over the ginger root. I yelled with pain “get that fucking ginger root out of me!” He placed me on his laps and spanked me like about forty times and rubbed my ass trying to place the ginger root further. The pain was imense and when he took it out at last. He fucked with me and I told him, lets do it again tomorrow.