Her Absence, My Pain: The Night I Was Sent to V

Dear FemdomU Forum:

This is an account of one of the challenges my wife, Annie, assigned me while she was away for work. As part of our dynamic, she often sets challenges to push my boundaries, and I’m sharing this as part of the “While My Mistress is Away” challenge series. What follows describes one night of a 9-day punishment challenge. If you enjoy this, you can explore more of this challenge or start the series from the beginning here.

I stood outside V’s front door, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. My wife had sent me here again, but I hadn’t been given much in the way of details this time. Her orders were simple: “Go to V. Do whatever she says.” There was no FaceTime this time, no watching to ensure I followed through. She trusted V to handle me, and that only made the anxiety worse. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

When V answered the door, she flashed a cold, knowing smile. She stepped aside, letting me in without a word. As I walked into the living room, I stopped in my tracks. There, in the middle of the room, was a ping pong table. A sense of unease washed over me as I glanced from the table to V, unsure of what to make of the setup.

“Take off your pants,” she said flatly, her voice devoid of emotion.

I hesitated for a second, my mind racing, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. My wife’s voice echoed in my mind—“Do whatever she says.” I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. “Undwear too,” she commanded. I obeyed, pulling down my boxers, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over me as the cool air hit my bare skin. V didn’t react, her gaze hard and unmoving.

“Bend over the table,” she ordered, stepping toward it with two ping pong paddles in her hands.

My heart sank as the realization hit me, but I obeyed, leaning over the table, my bare ass fully exposed. I braced myself, but nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen.

Without warning, the first strike came—a sharp smack as one of the paddles made contact with my skin. I yelped in pain, the sudden sting radiating across my ass like fire. Before I could catch my breath, another smack followed, and then another, each one harder than the last.

“Stay still,” V barked, her voice harsh.

I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white as I tried to hold my position. The pain was unbearable—each smack sending jolts of agony through me, the thin paddles cutting through the air with brutal precision. Tears welled in my eyes, and soon enough, they were streaming down my face. I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the yelps and whimpers that escaped me with every blow, but it was no use.

When Annie spanks me, it can get intense. She has a way of bringing me to the edge, feeding my inner masochist without taking me too far past the line. In short, Annie gives me mercy.

V showed no mercy. Her strong arms swung the paddles with relentless force, each smack harder than the last. She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, didn’t care about the sounds of my suffering. The room was filled with the loud, rhythmic cracks of the paddles against my skin, punctuated by my own yelps of pain and gasps for breath.

The intensity of the pain was overwhelming. My entire ass felt like it was on fire, the sting of each blow compounded by the sheer number of strikes. My legs trembled beneath me, my body shaking as I struggled to stay in position. Tears blurred my vision, and I could feel my body betraying me as I fought back my sobs between the sharp inhales.

“Keep still,” V said again, her voice as cold as ever, the sound of the paddles slicing through the air with frightening speed.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. The pain was too much. I cried out loudly, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks, but V didn’t stop. If anything, she seemed to hit harder, her lack of compassion evident in every strike. She was mechanical in her delivery, unrelenting in her pace, as if this was just a routine task for her.

My wife wasn’t even watching this, but that only made it worse. The thought of her knowing I was here, knowing that I was bent over this table, receiving this brutal punishment, filled me with a strange mixture of shame and pride. She wasn’t even witnessing the torment, but she was reveling in it. This was for her amusement, her satisfaction, even if she wasn’t physically there.

I could hear my own sobs, my yelps of pain echoing in the room as V continued to smack my ass with the paddles. Every strike felt like a searing brand, each blow leaving my skin raw and throbbing. The pain was so intense I could barely think straight, my body trembling uncontrollably as I tried to endure it.

But V didn’t care. She didn’t pause, didn’t ask if I was okay, didn’t check to see how much I could take. She simply kept going, her arms moving in perfect, brutal rhythm, her face set in a stony expression. The paddles smacked against my flesh over and over again, each strike sending fresh waves of pain through me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, V stopped. I gasped for breath, my body shaking from the intensity of the pain. My ass felt like it was on fire, the skin raw and bruised. Tears still streamed down my face, and I could barely hold myself up against the table.

V stood over me, the paddles still in her hands, her expression unreadable. “Get dressed,” she said curtly, as if the last half hour had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience for her.

I pulled myself up, wincing as the movement sent fresh jolts of pain through my body. I grabbed my pants and underwear, pulling them up over my sore, throbbing skin. Every step, every movement, was a reminder of what had just happened, and I knew that the marks of this session would stay with me for days.

As I left her house, my legs shaky and my ass burning with every step, one thought remained clear in my mind—my wife had wanted this. She didn’t need to see it to enjoy it. Just knowing I was suffering for her, that I was following her orders, was enough for her. And as humiliating, painful, and overwhelming as it was, I had done exactly what she wanted.