It started with a joke at a Halloween party. Emma and I had switched genders. She wore a man\u2019s suit, and I wore a dress. One of the female party-goes, Lynda, quipped, \u201cNow we know who wears the pants in the family.\u201d My male hormones spiked, and I shot back, \u201cI do the fucking in this family, Baby.\u201d Misogamy was unlike me. Perhaps I had too much to drink. Emma was insulted and asked for an apology. I offered a half-ass one, \u201cSorry, Babe.\u201d I could see in her eyes that she was furious. I tried to smooth things over with her and suggested we step away from the party to talk about it. Walking down a hall, we entered the first room that was available, what looked like a spare bedroom, closed the door, and we both sat on the edge of the bed. I apologized again, \u201cI am sorry I hurt your feelings, Emma. What can I do to make it up to you?\u201d I meant what I said, but dressed in the costumes, it was hard to stay serious, and I started to smile. Emma took this to mean I was continuing to make fun of her. She then said something that would change our relationship forever, \u201cYou need a good spanking.\u201d The words seemed foreign to me. Neither of us were into that thing in the bedroom. She was serious though. I said, \u201cIf that will make things right.\u201d I thought to myself what-the-hell, this could be fun.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emma is not a petite woman. She played soccer in college and still goes to the gym three times a week to life weights. Once I agreed to punishment, she wasted no time pulling me across her lap, pulling the panties down I was wearing, lifting the dress to expose my bare butt, and she began to spank me with vigor. She didn\u2019t strike with love raps. She intended to leave marks. The slapping noise was loud as she alternated one ass cheek and then the other. At first I could hold back any audible response, but after a dozen blows, I started to holler out each time she struck me. \u201cDon\u2019t have a smirk on you face now, do you Sweetheart?\u201d As she continued spanking me, the dim light in the room brightened when someone opened the door. The interruption didn\u2019t stop Emma from delivering her retribution. She continued for another minute or two, then she pushed me off her lap onto the floor. The person in the doorway stepped into the room and closed the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I recognized Brea\u2019s voice, the host of the party, when she spoke, \u201cLove spat?\u201d The panties I had been wearing were still around my ankles. I pulled them up and sat on the bed next to Emma while she explained what had happened, how I had insulted her in front of another woman with the \u201cwho wears the pants in the house\u201d quip, the \u201cfucking\u201d misogamy, and how I had been slow to apologize. Brea suggested I was the one who should be fucked. Emma replied, \u201cYea, I\u2019m dressed to me the fucker tonight\u201d, referring to her costume. Brea followed up, \u201cNot quite. What you need is a strap-on.\u201d Emma laughed, \u201cYup that is exactly what I need.\u201d Brea smiled, left the room for a minute, and returned with a strap-on saying, \u201cI use this on Brent (her husband) from time to time.\u201d Things were spiraling out of control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emma took the strap-on from Brea, saying, \u201cI have never even seen one before. How do you use it.\u201d Brea shared her wisdom about pegging men while I shrank in stature next to her. \u201cStand up and I\u2019ll show you how to put it on.\u201d, Brea offered. Brea held open the straps, Emma took off her jacket, and Emma stepped into the straps while still wearing the rest of her costume, but before pulling the strap-on up to her waist, Emma said, \u201cWait, I have an idea.\u201d She took the strap-on off as well as her trousers, then put the strap-on on over her boxers. Putting the pants back on, the dildo stuck out of her pants like a real dick. Both women laughed as Emma folded the dick up, zipped the pants, then unzipped them again to have the dick pop out. \u201cWho\u2019s the fucker in the family now, Buddy?\u201d, said Emma as she gripped the plastic cock and waved it around. I looked at Emma and laughed. She got a serious look on her face and suggested I had not yet learned my lesson.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brea held out a tube of lube. Emma asked, \u201cHow is it done?\u201d Brea responded, \u201cHe\u2019s fucked you before, right?\u201d I nodded. \u201cThen you know how it\u2019s done.\u201d Emma turned to me and asked if I was ready to be fucked. I protested but she said something that turned the tables, \u201cYou don\u2019t have a problem fucking me, right?\u201d She was obviously referring to the stupid comment I had made earlier. What followed was an ultimatum, \u201cIf you don\u2019t take this cock, I will never again take yours.\u201d My first instinct was to walk out of the room, but I really wanted to stay with Emma and I wanted to make things right with her. I suppose deep down I knew I deserved what was about to happen. I agreed to be fucked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emma asked Brea what position was best for pegging and she suggested doggie. \u201cIt\u2019s the most humiliating position.\u201d Emma ordered me to get on all fours on the bed. After I assumed the position, she pulled my panties down again, flipped the skirt up over my back, and started applying lube to her cock. Brea suggested she loosen me up first. Emma didn\u2019t know how to do that and Brea offered to help. Putting on a glove and lubing it up, Brea stuck her index finger in my anus. It was the first time I had ever been penetrated by anyone and and now the first time it was a practical stranger who was doing it. Brea added digits while twisting her fingers back and forth to enlarge the hole. After getting three fingers in, Brea said I was ready. Emma held me by my hips and pushed her cock into me. There was some initial resistance, but once the head had penetrated my assshole, she pushed the rest in with a single thrust. Not waiting for me to relax, she started fucking me enthusiastically. In the middle of fucking me, Emma leaned over to Brea and asked her to \u201cdocument\u201d my fucking. Brea took out her phone and started videoing. After ten or fifteen minutes, Emma pulled her cock out of me, and she told me to compose myself and return to the party. I couldn\u2019t look either of the women in the eye as I pulled the panties up and left. I could hear Enna and Brea giggling as I left. I could feel lube soaking my painties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I went straight to the bar and poured myself a large glass of whisky.\u00a0\u00a0Finding myself a quiet place in the corner, I reflected on my experience. I had gotten what I deserved. I needed to reassess my attitude. After ten minutes or so I went to look for Emma. I found her with Brea and Lynda, the woman who earlier in the evening had witnessed my boorish behavior. Brea was showing Lynda the video she had shot. I was unaware of the video, but when I looked over Brea\u2019s shoulder at what she was showing, I knew exactly what was happening. This was the last element of my reckoning. The three women turned toward me. They had smiles on their faces. They seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I understood what they were expecting. I turned to Emma, \u201cThank you for correcting my behavior.\u201d She acknowledged my comment but seemed to expect something more. \u201cAnd thank you for fucking me.\u201d The three women acknowledged my change in attitude and Emma made the last comments before we started getting ready to go home. \u201cSweety, Brea gave me a party gift.\u201d She took my hand and placed it on her crotch. She was still wearing the strapon. She patted me on my bottom as we made our way to the front door.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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