A Good Bondage Figging
From deep in the archives of Annie’s Blog, another of her delicious figgings:
Robert started to hang the naughty pictures again, getting about three of them up before getting “inspired” and taking off for downstairs. He returned with the Dreaded Root. Wow. What a surprise. I knew I wouldn’t escape the weekend without a goodly dose of ginger.
Robert put me over the spanking bench and restrained my wrists and ankles – he’s figured out by now that restraining me so I can’t move increases the effects of the figging, though he does miss out on the fun of watching me squirm. He poked the ginger root into my recently well-used and still very sensitive bottom and returned to hanging his art. He was in as fine a mood as I’ve ever seen him, whistling, serenading in his Donald Duck voice (“It’s got to be youuuuu… Wonderful youuuuu…”), visiting me every few minutes for a little hand-spanking or beastie slurp while I literally stewed, whimpered, squeezed, pressed and wriggled as much as posible over the spanking bench with that lit sparkler up my butt. Clearly, Robert’s idea of heaven.
Finally satisfied with his handiwork, Robert lifted my head by my ponytail and fucked my mouth for a bit before taking his place behind me to plunge the beast into my pussy for the deep hard fucking I’d been begging for, every slap of his hips on my ass thrusting the ginger root plug in time. “oooohYYESSSSSbabeeeeeFUCKME!!!”
Though he released me from the bench, he did not remove the offending plug. Don’t let it be said my husband doesn’t take advantage of a “learning opportunity”. He made me sit (squirm) on the stool in my corner and study on the punishment paddling pictures there stuck to the big bulletin board…