Francis stared down at his hands as they rested on the living room carpet. He was, at this moment, laying draped over another man's lap getting his bare ass spanked!! Spanked!! At his age!! In his very own home!
He was having a difficult time wrapping his mind around everything that had unfolded in the past little while. Caught by a total stranger in his own living room while parading around in a skirt and panties! Then, under threat of having his Wife find out, Francis had submitted to this Man's will.
Now, laying across the thickly muscled thighs of his tormentor, Francis watched his own fingers clench and unclench with each powerful, bare-handed swat on his rapidly reddening bottom.
Sir was easily holding the little sissy-hubby firmly in place across His lap with one strong arm and Francis knew damn well that he couldn't squirm free even if he had wanted to!
The sound of flesh slapping against naked flesh rang throughout the house, accompanied by the yelps and squeals of a very compliant sissy-hubby.
Francis could feel his bare ass heating up as the swats grew harder. The pain was bringing tears to his eyes, but he was also very aware of how snug his chastity device was starting to feel..
Francis couldn't believe that his body was reacting to this humiliation in such a way! His was aware of his back arching in an effort to raise his bare bottom up to meet the leather-like hand, physically communicating to the bigger Man that not only was he willing to take what he was getting, but was also begging for more!!
Precum had completely soaked his little panties and his cock was bulging inside its' chastity cage. All the while his blue, swollen balls were aching and throbbing for attention!
It was all happing so fast!!
Francis was dizzy from a combination of embarrassment, pain and lust.
And the spanking continued..
The Man, who Francis knows only as 'Sir', was showing no sign of tiring. The powerful slaps instead growing harder and even more painful as the minutes passed.
Francis soon found himself openly sobbing! Crying uncontrollably, not only from the unyielding and rapid-fire spanking, but also from something else. Something that Francis could only recognize as.. liberation.
He was truly free to just cry. To fully submit to this Man and take what was happening. At this moment nothing else mattered. No bills, no day to day pressures of life, no worries of any kind. Just having someone so masculine and strong be in complete and total control was purely exhilarating!
And as the tears poured down his face, Francis found himself smiling through them.
Eventually the spanking did slow and finally stop completely. Francis lay unmoving over Sir's lap, breathing hard and feeling the incredible heat that had encompassed his flaming backside.
The spanking had stopped, but the big hand had not gone far. Sir was gently rubbing the quivering, tomato-red ass cheeks, feeling the welts from the hard swats forming on the tender skin. His own penis was fully erect and leaking cum inside His jeans.
As the tears subsided and Francis began to regain some control over his body, he slowly pushed himself off of the warm, comforting thighs and onto the carpeted living room floor.
