Latenight At The Laundromat – Femdom Punishment

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Latenight At The Laundromat

a story by Mike

It’s about 2:30am on a Friday morning. I’m at the 24-hour laundromat near her apartment. I’d gone too long without doing laundry, and she told me I needed to have clean clothes on before I was allowed back in. I chose to come here rather than do laundry at the dorm because these machines are better, and there are more of them. It’s usually empty at this time of night, so I should be able to get everything done fairly quick.

Plus, this is closer to her, and that is all the reason I need.

She gave me some of her laundry to wash, along with instructions on how to treat her delicates.  I better not fuck it up!

I enter the laundromat, barely able to see through the bags of laundry in my arms. As expected, the place is empty. When you first walk in, you’re in the main section of the laundromat. This is the largest area, and it’s where most of the other college students do their wash. There are plenty of machines to choose from, but it’s the recreational activities that draw the crowds. Along the walls are several big screen televisions, tuned to various channels. There are also 3 pool tables, some arcade games and a few pinball machines. You can have a pretty fun time hanging out, waiting for your clothes to finish.

I walk past this area, knowing that if anyone is going to be here, they’ll use these machines. I proceed to the back section, a slightly smaller area. Back here it’s pretty unexciting, just plenty of washers and dryers. The machines back here are larger, and at this time of night I should have no problems getting this done.

As expected, it is completely deserted back here too. I had noticed a few machines in the front section running, but their owners were nowhere to be seen. Since I’m all alone, I decide to get as much cleaned as possible. I unbutton my jeans and throw them in with my other clothes. Again, I look to be sure I’m alone. Satisfied, I pull off my shirt and throw it in a load as well. There’s no guarantee I’ll be alone the whole time, so I don’t dare remove my boxers.

After I have all my clothes in washers, I turn to her more complicated laundry. I’m starting to read her detailed instructions when it occurs to me – I have a basket full of her panties! Oh, hell.

I place my face in the basket, inhaling her scent. I feel my cock get aroused. I take another deep breath. It is so intoxicating, and my brain starts to switch to a single focus – all I can think of is her pussy. How it tastes as she allows me to insert my tongue, and how easy it is to please my mistress with my mouth. I’m thinking about how I can make her cum all over my face with just a few minutes of dedicated work. And when I’m really hitting her spot, I can make her squirt.

I lift my head out of her pile of panties and take a deep breath of fresh air. My cock is now pressing hard against my shorts and I know I need to take matters into my own hand. I grab a pair of her panties and drop the basket on the floor. I duck into the single-person restroom that’s available on this side of the building. I pull down my boxers, take a seat on the toilet, and move my hand up to my face. With her panties pressed against my nose,  I’m again lost in her scent.

My mind is overwhelmed with so many thoughts, one after the other. Or maybe all at the same time. I’m not sure.

I am again thinking about her wet pussy, and how it tastes as I bury my face between her legs. How it feels to bring her to climax by using my tongue with reckless abandon. I’m remembering how her juices taste, and how it can sometimes be more than I can take when I make her cum hard, her juices flowing, threatening to drown me in her love.

I’m a very willing victim.

I continue to rub her panties into my face. My thoughts move to her nipples, and how they taste in my mouth. I’m thinking of how I love to lick, first around her nipple, and then the tip. I’m thinking about how I can’t get enough, sucking on her tits, and how I love when I fall into her large, voluptuous breasts, and I lose myself.

I take my other hand and grab my throbbing member. I have plenty of pre-cum oozing from the tip. I begin rubbing my swollen head.

I want to make this last, but I doubt I can hold my load for long.

Suddenly the bathroom door bursts open. Shit, I forgot to lock it!

CAUGHT!

I open my eyes, and she’s standing there, in front of me. Her mouth is open wide, almost in a mock surprise as she looks me up and down, appraising my situation. I’m sitting on the toilet, my right hand holding my erection. I have nothing on, save the pair of boxers pooled at my feet. Oh, and I’m still holding her panties against my face, only now I’m trying to hide the embarrassment evident in my pink cheeks.

“I figured I’d find you in here when I noticed my basket of panties on the floor. What a bad boy. Come out – now.”

I quickly pull up my boxers, but they do nothing to hide my raging hard-on. I step out and urgently look around. I don’t see anyone, but notice a couple of the machines on the other side of the room are now running. Shit!

“First of all, what a bad boy for leaving my panties unattended like that? What if someone came along and stole a pair, to do something nasty with them. Can you imagine some other, naughty boy sniffing my panties like you just were? Is that what you want? Some other boy to cum while they’re holding my panties?”

“No ma’am,” I almost shout. “That’s not what I want. Please, I’m sorry.”

“That’s better, honey. I know you can’t help yourself sometimes.” She’s looking at me with her sweet eyes, and I know I’ll be okay. “The thing is, I was going to surprise you with an award for being such a good boy and washing my clothes. In fact, if you would have actually started my laundry, you would have discovered this…”

She digs through the basket of her dirty panties, then pulls out her strap-on harness, complete with her large, purple, plastic cock. She looks me in the eyes. “Your reward would have been a nice fucking in the bathroom while you waited for the clothes to finish. A nice reward for a good boy,” she explains, in her pouty voice. “The problem is, you were not a good boy, were you? And your work didn’t get done, did it? Now, you need a punishment.”

Her voice changes, suddenly more authoritative. “Pull down those nasty underwear and step out of them, right now.”

I obey. She then commanded me to add the boxers I was wearing to my load that’s running, so they can be clean too. Of course, it doesn’t escape me that I will now have nothing to wear until the laundry is done. She instructs me to start her laundry as well, and I make sure to include the pair of panties I had been using in the bathroom when I got caught.

I can’t believe how humiliating this is, and I know she’s just getting started.

SPANKED!

After I have all the laundry going, she orders me over to a machine near her. She pushes my head forward, forcing me to bend over. I’m nervous and excited about what she’s going to do with her strap-on, when suddenly I feel a smack on my ass.

“Ahh Fuck!” I exclaim.

“Now baby, what are the rules when I spank you?” she asks.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper a bit. “I must count, and say thank you. Anything else, and you start over”

“That’s correct. So let’s get started.” I feel her hand lift and again come down on my ass with a Smack! My cock shows no sign of surrender, as it throbs with anticipation.

“One. Thank you mistress,” I say. My part in this is pretty simple.

Smack! “Two. Thank you, mistress.” These punishments are never really about pain. I’m a big guy and can handle a lot, and usually her smacks are barely hard enough to turn my ass a light shade of pink.

Smack! “Three. Thank you, mistress.” In fact, I really like her spankings, and have even been known to provoke her little punishments.

Smack! “Four. Thank you, mistress.” Anyone watching could tell that I’m enjoying this, as my fully erect penis jumps with each smack.

Smack! “Five. Thank you, mistress.” No, the punishment here is not the spanking, but doing this to me somewhere I could be caught. She knows I prefer doing these things in private. Right now, I’m standing buck naked in the all-night laundromat with my girlfriend spanking me. I’d be so embarrassed if anyone caught me!

She’s stopped. Maybe she’s not as angry with me as I thought, five is a relatively small number of spankings. Suddenly she breaks the silence. “Baby, since you enjoy sniffing my panties so much, I have a special gift for you.” With that, she reaches under her skirt and wiggles out of her panties. They are a bright pink pair of cotton briefs. “Do you see how wet you’ve made me?”

I look at her panties as she holds them upto my face. They are wet, and I am overcome, once again, with her scent. She places them over my head, with her crotch covering my face. Her scent is beyond intoxicating. It’s so fresh and I stick out my tongue to get a taste. Just then she pulls the panties from behind my head, stretching them tight against my face. My mouth is covered by the moist spot, covered in her juices. It’s all I can do to try and breath her in.

Suddenly she smacks my ass again. I can barely make out clear words, but I get out “Six, thank you ma’am”. I sound like a mumbling idiot as she continues to smack my ass, and I count out in return. At this point her panties have turned into a moist combination of her fresh juices and my drool.

She eases her grip on my head, and she’s now gently rubbing each cheek. She even apologizes for being a little rough on my ass. “That was a good boy, taking your punishment so well, baby. I’m sorry I had to get a little rough, but I need you to learn your lesson.” My ass stings a little, but not as bad as it has before. I’m fine.

“Now, stay right here and don’t move,” she continues. “I’ll be right back.” I look over my shoulder and see her stepping into her harness. Oh fuck, I think she’s going to peg me after all. Only instead of the privacy of the bathroom, she means to do it right here.

FUCKED!

Suddenly, I hear voices coming from the other part of the laundromat, and I begin to panic. Fuck, she told me not to move… I don’t have much time to think about my situation before she’s on me with her full weight, pressing me against the machine. I feel a finger pressing into my asshole, sliding in quicker than I’d thought possible. First one, then two fingers are wiggling their way in. She’s spreading a considerable amount of lube in there.

My goddess always takes care of me.

Next is her strap-on cock, pressing into my hole. It slides in easy. She’s been training my ass, and this isn’t one of her larger tools.

She starts slow, pushing her strap-on all the way in, and then back out before pressing back in.  She’s making me breath-out in exclamations. “Oh fuck, baby! Oh yeah! Please, like that. Oh jezus-fuck yeah!” You know – the normal.

My poor cock, which thought it was going to find quick release just a few minutes into smelling her panties, is now raging, ready to cum. “P-please baby, can I cum?”

She suddenly stops her thrusts, her cock is all the way in, pressing deep.  “Absolutely not. You’re not allowed to come yet.” She pulls all the way out, then she reaches between my legs and snaps a rubber ring around my fully erect cock and balls. I yelp at the sudden restriction.

Yep. That’ll do the job, I’m not cumming anytime soon.

Suddenly I catch a glimpse of a blonde chic across the room, staring at me! “Babe!” I start to report. “Stop, there’s someone over there watching!” I try to straighten up, but she forcefully pushes my head back down on the machine.

“I know honey, I noticed her awhile ago. She really enjoys when I push into you harder. I think I can make her cum just by watching us. Let’s see!”

My head is spinning – what the fuck?!? She wants this random girl to watch me get fucked up the ass by her strap-on? I start to protest, but she quickly admonishes me.

“Just be quiet,” she orders, as she grabs her wet panties off my head. She bunches them into a ball and stuffs them into my mouth, effectively gagging me.  “Now, let’s see if she wants a better seat.”

All I can manage is “mmf! ehhrg!”

“Hello sweetie!” she calls out to the voyeur. “Honey, go ahead and move over here where you can see better. Come on, just come over and watch.”

EXPOSED!

I’m standing there buck naked except for the rubber ring around my junk. My girlfriend is next to me with her big, purple cock pointing at my ass. This girl moves over, and without saying a word, sits on the bench directly across from us. Gina directs me and moves me around until I’m facing our guest, and exposing my erect cock, glistening in so much pre-cum it looks like I already finished.

And then it hits me – I know her. I can’t think of her name, but she lives in the same dorm as me, on the girl’s floor. She was sitting next to me at freshman orientation. Sandy? Samantha? Fuck, I can’t remember. But oh-holy-fuck, she knows me!

Again I don’t have much time to consider my situation as I feel my girlfriend’s cock slide back into my ass. I think she added some lube, because I’m shocked at how fast she slides it in. “Sweetie, I know you must be really wet,” my girlfriend says to our new friend. “Why don’t you go ahead and touch yourself. It will make things even tougher on Mike, because I’ll make him watch, only he won’t be allowed to touch himself.”

I see a big smirk come across the girl’s face as she pulls off her sweat pants, revealing her bare, pussy. Commando!

She’s also completely shaved. She begins touching herself, and for the first time I hear her make a noise. “Ohh yes, please – keep going,” she directs.

My girlfriend continues, pounding me from behind while I watch this girl masturbate, just a few feet away. I know I should be ashamed, but all I can focus on is how hot this is, and how much I need to not cum until ordered. Even with my junk tied up, I’m exerting a lot of mental will to keep from losing my load before she gives her permission. But I know I need to cum soon.

“Please, baby. Please let me cum now.” I’m begging. But she tells me no, not until after the audience cums.

“You know, baby,” she whispers. “She seems to really be into your, um, discomfort. Maybe you should try screaming for her.”

She’s continuing to slide her strap-on in and out of me, making my dick swing violently with each thrust, and I do want to scream. If we were at her apartment, or even my dorm room, I would be making so much noise! But I also don’t want to attract anyone else. This isn’t a fucking spectator sport, afterall!

My desire – my need for this to come to an end overtakes me. I start screaming with each thrust.  At first muffled, but her panties quickly fall out of my mouth, and my yells of pleasure are loud, and clear.

“Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Oh baby. YES, please harder. Umf! Umf! Oh jezus fuck, Oomf!”

Suddenly my audience of one cums, screaming as she squirts her juices across the floor between us. It’s hot, and I instantly take advantage of the timing. “Please mistress, please now?” I beg.

She looks at the other girl, who is just coming down from her orgasm. “What do you think? Should we let him cum now?” my girlfriend asks the other.

The girl looks me in the eye. “Beg me,” she commands.  Oh fuck.

“P-please ma’am, may I cum.” I stutter. My girlfriend is still thrusting in and out of me. “Please can I cum?”

She continues to stare at me, grinning while my girlfriend continues to press into me, shoving me forward with each thrust. She’s refusing to answer.

“oh god, please. Please let me cum. ohh please?” I beg. Finally, she gives me permission.

“Go ahead, touch yourself,” she commands, and I instantly move my hand to my cock. I pull the cock ring off, and as my girlfriend continues pumping her strap-on in and out of me, I begin jerking. It only takes me three or four thrusts and I’m shooting my load. My cock finally releases, my hot jizz shooting across the floor.  I’m dizzy, and it’s all I can do to keep standing.

My girlfriend leans in and whispers, “Good boy. You gave such a good show. I’m so proud of you.” She slips out of my ass while holding me under my arms, helping me keep steady. I straighten up, still unsure of my standing. I look around – my voyeur is already walking away. 

“Well babe, you better change the loads,” she says in her voice that is somehow both sweet and erotic. “I don’t think you have a thing to wear until your clothes come out of the dryer.” Fuck, she’s right.

I quickly change the loads.  “See you at my apartment when you’re done,” she continues. “Make sure my panties are folded. Oh, and I want you wearing that pair I had in your mouth when you show up at my door, understand?”

Oh hell, this is going to be a long night.