An Evening After Work

I had returned home from work and was sitting in the living room. A little while later she returned. She walked into the living room. She was wearing a business suit – pants, shirt, business shoes with inch square heels. She looked at me and pointed to the wooden stool. I got up, got naked, knelt down, and placed my cock on the stool. She lifted her foot and placed the shoe heel on my cock head and crushed it. I yelped “aahhh…!” She kept the pressure for a minute, released it, put pressure back again, released it. She did this a few times. She took a few steps to the left. I followed her feet. As I did, my cock came off the stool. With the front part of the top of her shoe she kicked my cock for several minutes. Then she said, “UP!” I stood up.

She lifted her arm all the way up pointing to the ceiling and with one quick swipe brought her palm down hard on my cock. I yelped, “AAAHH..!” I almost fell. She gave several hard slaps on my cock. She pointed back at the stool. I did not move.

She said, “DOWN!” I hesitated as my cock was still burning. She sternly said “D..O..W..N! NOW!!!” I knelt down and placed my cock on the stool.

As soon as I did, with the front of the bottom of the shoe she started stomping my cock.

She demanded, “Don’t you know you have to do things as soon as I tell them?” STOMP! STOMP! “Don’t you?” STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

She then pointed to the wooden table. This time I did not wait and got up and placed my cock on the table. She took a wooden rod and beat my cock shaft and cock head for several minutes. Then she took a thick and heavy wooden yard stick, held my cock in her left hand and squeezed it so that the top/tip was tight and fully visible. With her right hand holding the yard stick, she beat the top/tip of my cock for several minutes. Then she left.

I put my clothes back on thinking she was done for the evening. She came back after having changed and freshened up. She saw I was back in my clothes.

She said, “DON’T YOU KNOW YOU ARE REQUIRED TO HAVE YOUR COCK OUT AT ALL TIMES?”

I replied, “I thought you were done for he evening.”

She answered, “I may decide to beat your cock at any time. TAKE IT OUT!”

I took my cock out. She gave it a resounding slap. She continued to slap. Slap! “Haven’t you learnt yet that you need to keep your cock out at all times?” Slap! Slap! She left again.

After a while she beckoned me to the kitchen. She pointed to the granite kitchen counter. I placed my cock on the counter. She held the base of my cock with her forefinger and thumb, lifted it and in one quick motion brought it down on the granite counter. I winced “AAAAHHHH…” She did this several times, whacking my cock on the counter.

By the time all this ended, my cock was swollen and purple. It would be repeated the next day in some form or another.