Wife Whipping Stories

Wife Whipping Stories

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21st December 2018

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Why does being whipped affect me in such a different way to being caned? The sensations are certainly very different, but this is not about sensations for me; it’s about the emotions, especially the day/after emotions.
My last caning was too much; it left me shocked by its violence. Let’s put that to one side. Normally a caning leaves me high as a kite, the sense of having survived a trial making me feel strong, powerful and in control of myself. It’s cathartic and renewing.
Yesterday I was whipped. Only three or four times has being whipped been the core of a session, the main event. Today my back is prickling with heat against my shirt and my nipples are so sore I can’t touch them (being whipped wasn’t the only thing I had to contend with).
But it’s the emotional response I recognise from previous whippings. In place of the post caning high-fiving, extrovert, today finds me deep inside myself, all thinky introvert. I’m emotionally thin-skinned, a radio story about a cancer sufferer bringing unwanted tears to my eyes.
I’m 6’2”, a big man, and I feel small; insignificant in the face of the overwhelming flows of emotions arising from having been whipped by my Mistress.
I feel vulnerable and exposed. A bit lost.
It’s happened every time I’ve experienced this type of session, my response the exact polar opposite to that of being caned.
March 2021. I’ve notice that people are starting to find this post. I love it when that happens. If you’d like to read more about the experience of being whipped here are a few links;
ANATOMY OF A CANING – no pain, no gain 15th June 2016 In "The nature of kink"
I happened on this page and WOW. I find like souls. I cry out to be tied up, whipped and abused by my wife. She refuses. I have tried pros twice, to no avail. There is something missing when my wife isn’t the dominant aggressor.
She is in my dreams, however I can’t get her to put her mind into it. I’ll keep trying, but it has been 50 years and I’m still waiting.
My wife and I have a female lead relationship. It’s not like the fantasy stories with with wives dressing their husbands as maids. She likes me to be physically strong. To be proactive in doing the things I do. She and I both recognise that me submitting to her whipping me emphasises the different roles. I am masochistic to a degree but the whippings far exceed any titillation and in a way allow her to bring forth some dominance and sadism. Interestingly when we first started she was not into doing the physical thing at all but I asked her to. Now she’s very comfortable and it’s brought out a side of her that’s surprised both of us.
I am naked, suspended by my wrists to a hook in the ceiling such that I can barely stand on my tippy toes. My ankles are cuffed together. I wear a ball gag fastened tightly and locked. I am absolutely helpless. I have been thoroughly whipped to start our session and now I wait for the second round. My breathing is fast as I anticipate what will be next. Our little morality play is always the same. The first whipping is to focus my mind; the second whipping is for much needed punishment. In anticipation, I am terrified of how much she will make it hurt. I wanted to be terrified, but now the metallic taste of fear reminds me how painful it actually will be. The reality of my predicament trumps the fantasy. But I deserve this and need this to quiet the demons.
I have always wanted to get my bare butt whipped with a cord by a female so hard that I cry , but it continues to get whipped across my butt. I have always wanted to get it as hard a a female can make it as I lay over the bed “pants and underwear off. And after she’s done she hugs me and tells me that I deserved it and that I will be fine. So yes, I want/need to experience it, but it just hasn’t happened yet. So I don’t know what it is like.
Just watched a woman whipping three men video. Once in my life I want that to happen. The
brutal pain, the sweet pain of the whip. Thinking you can not take anymore and yet it continues. Guys, what is it liked to be whipped by a woman? Richard.
There is something about the way an implement is used, how the punisher stands and how it has to be manipulated which gives a different feeling and with that different feeling, a different emotion. I love to be caned, well i don’t but i like what happens to my body afterwards, how I feel elated and high. I like the feeling of freedom and the touch to the red welted ribbed flesh.
Then there is the tawse, hard covering a larger area, flat and stinging the sensations in overload as each sickening thud arrives. It is not sharp just severe and unromantic. A loud crack, little noise as it travels through the air. It is an impersonal, unsophisticated tool which efficiently delivers pain and seeks out soft and vulnerable places where the skin is sensitive and unused to violent collision. The tawse does not leave one with elation more a secret smile but somethimes, when too much, tears and remorse and few positive feelings.
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Recently, my wife, Christina, and I were talking about things we did in high school. We knew one another back then because we were from a small town, but we weren’t really friends. She is a year younger than me.
I mentioned that I used to see her sometimes at the Johnson girl’s house. I told her I thought they were kind of trouble-makers. Christina was always more of the type that followed the rules, and I always thought it was odd she hung around with Sheila and Cathy Johnson. Sheila was a year younger than me, and Cathy was two years younger.
My wife commented that she was always on good behavior when she stayed with the Johnson girls because, she didn’t want any part of the strap that hung on the wall in their home. I was kind of dumbfounded by her saying this. Her comment just came out of nowhere in the conversation.
I asked what exactly kind of strap it was. I didn’t think I heard her correctly. She said it was a long leather strap, much wider and thicker than a belt. “Maybe a razor strap with no handle, or something,” she said. It hung ominously on the kitchen wall.

I told her it was probably some kind of strange wall decoration.
She said, “No, pretty sure Cathy and Sheila’s stepdad used it to whip their asses.”
I said, “Oh, that can’t be true. Surely it was a decoration or something.”
My wife said, “Nope. I asked Sheila once what it was and she kind of avoided the question and changed the subject. That confirmed what I suspected. Then, once I spent the night there when I was maybe seventeen and I actually saw what it was used for.”
By this point, I was real interested in my wife’s story, but I didn’t want to let on like I was overly interested. I asked, “What do you mean you saw what it was used for?”
She said that her, Cathy and Sheila always stayed up all night long whenever she spent the night. They would gossip and listen to music. She was always friends with Sheila. Cathy always just hung around and tried to fit in. Late into the night, about 2.00 am, they were thirsty and there were no sodas in the refrigerator. There was only water. Cathy suggested sneaking out and running a couple of blocks to the gas station to get fountain drinks. My wife said she and Sheila were absolutely against the idea, but Cathy insisted.
Cathy snuck out the window and ran to the gas station while my wife and Sheila stayed in Sheila’s bedroom. As soon as Cathy got outside and started running to the gas station, Cathy and Sheila’s mom opened the bedroom door. Cathy had obviously made too much noise and their mother came to see what was going on.
She was really mad when she found out Cathy had snuck out. She yelled for Cathy’s stepdad and told him Cathy had gone to the gas station. My wife said she could see the fear in Sheila’s face when her stepdad came into the room. He went to the window, closed it and locked it. He said Cathy would have to come to the door to get back in. He left the room and went to the kitchen. My wife said Sheila looked scared to death, even though she hadn’t done anything.
Soon, Cathy came running to the window and saw it was closed. She motioned for us to open it up. Sheila shook her head and pointed to the open bedroom door. With that, Cathy’s smiles and laughter turned to fear. Then she realized the lights were on in the rest of the house and her parents were likely up.
Her stepdad heard the commotion, opened the back door of the house and yelled for Cathy to get inside. My wife said Sheila told her Cathy was definitely “going to get it.” They could hear Cathy’s stepdad yelling at her about prowling the streets in the middle of the night and sneaking out. Sheila suggested to my wife they go along and watch.
They peaked around the corner and saw Cathy crying her eyes out while her stepdad was reaching for the leather strap. He told her, “She knew the rules and she knew the consequences. Now get to it.”
Cathy turned and faced the kitchen table and pulled down her shorts and underwear.
My wife figured this had happened several times before because, when her stepdad said she knew the consequences she appeared to know that meant to face the table and drop her shorts without being told. At that point, Sheila went back into her bedroom and covered her ears. My wife said that part of her wanted to do the same, but part of her wanted to see what was going to happen, so she stayed peeking around the corner.
The stepdad pushed Cathy over the table and swung the wide strap hard. The strap was nearly as wide as Cathy’s small rear end. He whipped her at least ten times, really hard, and told her she better not sneak out again.
My wife hurried back to Sheila’s room before she was seen, and saw Cathy going back to her room across the hallway, carrying her shorts and panties. Sheila told my wife she didn’t understand why Cathy never learned. She would do the same stupid things that she knew was wrong, get an ass whipping for it, and then a few weeks later do the same thing again.

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I love my boyfriend and will do anything to please him sexually. However a couple of nights ago he said it would really turn him on for me to whip him. I thought he was joking but he was serious so I agreed to do it. At first I just did it very lightly, almost just playing at it, but he told me no, he wanted me to do it really hard. Reluctantly I did, and I could see that I was causing welts down his back and on his bum. But then I also noticed that when a started to do it hard he got a huge erection and was clearly enjoying it immensely. Eventually he told me to stop and we had s** , and it was the best s** we've ever had. He was rampant, I've never known him so wound up. We've agreed that we'll do it again and when I've thought about I realise that I now have the urge to whip him as hard as I can because I want the great s** afterwards. But it seems wrong and selfish to want to hurt my boyfriend in order to enjoy better s** , but if he wants to be hurt is it wrong? I feel so confused.

It's hard to comprehend either masochism or sadism. How can one want to inflict pain on someone they love. I had a beautiful submissive girlfriend who understood the need to submit although she did not enjoy it.

I'm a submissive husband. After 10 years of marriage I worked up the courage to tell me wife. At first she thought I was being silly and then she thought I was plain sick. She indulged me with some light spanking and whipping.

If you are still doing this, hopefully by now you are relatively lightly whipping his nipples and c*** . If not, you should ask him if you can do that. I also hope by now you are letting him gently whip you on those same areas.

This is a difficult one. Ordinarily whipping someone is a punishment but for him it is a pleasure, so by not doing it you would be denying him pleasure, and also denying yourself the pleasure that he can give you when he is so aroused. So it seems to me that you should just go ahead and do it, and enjoy it in the same way as he enjoys it.

Your boyfriend is a submissive. Go read about it on the internet. Take control and he will enjoy it. I would suggest that you tell him you want to tie him down and then whip him and that you will be whipping him harder and longer than he has imagined and that it will hurt. Then ask his consent and then do it. Whatever do not stop when he screams. Let me tell you as a male submissive myself it's madness but it's my kink. If I were not tied down I would not be able to endure because I am inherently too weak of character. It's so liberating to cry out from the pain and cry from the experience and then when she's done she puts her arms around and hugs me and eventually I stop huffing and crying.

Do as your boyfriend asks it is a two way experience.

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