Convincing Her to Say: “Miss Autumn, Please Punish My Husband!”
After the first glorious taste of taking control, many women come back to me with a new hunger: not just to fuck him, but to punish him. To make him squirm, to make him cry, to make him surrender everything.
And I am always more than happy to lead the way.
Sometimes, she is eager but unsure. Sometimes, she is burning with the desire to see him broken but needs my guidance to do it properly. Either way, I step in as her mentor and enforcer, helping her unlock the delicious cruelty she never knew she had.
Consent, of course, is something I gauge at the start. Often, the man is so desperate for our attention that a simple “Yes, Mistress” at the beginning is all it takes to set the scene. Occasionally, I formalize it. A signed BDSM contract – his name in black ink, trembling but willing – gives me everything I need to proceed.
I have even taken a wedding license as his consent. After all, marriage is a lifetime of yes, isn’t it? As long as he doesn’t safeword or complain too much, he has effectively given himself over.
Once consent is secured, the real fun begins.
Punishment-fucking is often my first lesson. I show her how to pin him down and fuck him roughly, riding his cock with bruising authority or taking him in the ass with my thick strap-on until he sobs into the sheets. Face-fucking him with my dildo while she watches, giggling or gasping, teaches her that humiliation is its own exquisite reward.
I always come prepared. My personal kit includes a cane, a heavy leather flogger, and a thick wooden paddle – each with its own distinct song when it meets flesh. I show her how to strike him properly: how to make his ass glow red without injuring him, how to flog his thighs until he bucks helplessly against his bonds.
If she doesn’t have BDSM toys of her own, no problem. I send her hunting around her house. A wooden spoon from the kitchen. A belt from the closet. A hairbrush from her vanity. Tools of the domestic world, now repurposed for his correction.
Bondage is essential for proper training. I demonstrate how to tie his wrists and ankles securely but safely, how to gag him so that we can work without the distraction of his screaming. Training sessions go much more smoothly when we can hear ourselves speak over his muffled moans and broken little whimpers.
Once he is bound and silenced, I teach her how to layer punishments. A rough pegging after a hard paddling. A flogging mid-thrust, striking his back as he takes every inch inside him. Tying his legs wide open, leaving him exposed for our endless amusement and discipline.
I show her how to read his body, to know the difference between the shudders of pleasure and the tremors of overwhelmed surrender. How to push him to that trembling, broken place where he stops pretending to be strong and simply obeys.
When she finally smiles, paddle in hand, and lands her own hard, confident swat across his ass, I know she is ready.
And when she gasps, glowing with arousal and power, and breathes out those perfect words — “Miss Autumn, please punish my husband” – the real training has just begun.
There is no doubt that I’d have benefitted from professional help. I knew at the time there were “pro-Dommes” but for myriad reasons I never considered it. I and my friends are all self taught. But, because there’s so much to know – binding and knots are a hole in our knowledge, we should reconsider. We all err on the side of caution and haven’t injured a boy but no doubt – at least in years when it was just me and krissi – progress would have been quicker with a teacher.
*Makes mental note – Stay on Miss Autumn’s good side* not that I would intentionally do anything to the contrary to any domme.
I mean self administered punishment is one thing, even if done well. But I hope that I don’t do anything that warrants anything significant, or worse that my wife does indeed send an email with this in the subject!
Although would the sadist spark in me actually enjoy it, to be bound, and gagged alone would probably be enough of a lure to get me in too deep.
Two things more.
1 – it is a rush. I was so flushed at krissi’s last punishment that (with a “breather” from time to time (it IS a workout), I could have easily kept going. But good judgment prevailed. He could not have. Today, a month later. He’s fully recoveeed. … guess self-taught has worked for me (and him).
Every Domme must master this. It’s so enriching.
(2) most definitely makes boys better. They require it.