11 comments/ 103616 views/ 13 favorites Anal Punishment Ch. 01 By: VictoriaCollins It is early on a Saturday morning, and I'm already showered and dressed for the day. My husband is still asleep, curled on his side. After all this time together the sight of him still makes my heart beat a little bit faster. I want to lean over and kiss his forehead. Instead I steel myself for the ordeal ahead of both of us. "GET UP!" I scream as I tear the covers away from his body. He's naked, as usual. Nakedness is the default in this house, since we can barely keep our hands off each other at any given time. Jase's blue eyes are confused for a moment, but then I see remembrance on his face. He remembers the deal he made to save our marriage, so he stumbles to his feet. I shove him and he loses his balance, causing him to crash against the closet door. "Maggie..." "Don't speak. Get in the bathroom, do what you need to, and get in the shower." He goes off without a word, but with a new look on his face. Oh, he agreed to the terms I insisted on, but I gave him no specifics on what this day would bring. I think he thought my love for him would make me soft. Instead, its made me resolute. He will learn a lesson he will never forget. I prepare a few things and then barge into the bathroom a moment later and throw back the shower curtain. "You have sixty seconds to finish this shower and go into the bedroom." I let him go into the bedroom first. My hunch pays off. Since Jase saw I was dressed, he assumes we are going out and is wearing boxers when I walk into the room. "Did I tell you to get dressed?" I ask coldly. "Lay face down on the bed." My wood-backed hair brush is on the bedside table. I admire the sight of my husband for a moment, take a deep breath, and bring the brush down on his left cheek. Jase makes a strangled sound. I bring the brush down again and again. Red splotches appear all over my husband's backside and his grunting grows more intense. He's fighting to stay in control. I kneel by the bed and gently touch his face. His eyes are bright, but I can tell he still thinks this is a joke. I ignore that for a moment. "You did well," I tell him. "Just like in prison when you behave your time passes easier. When you misbehave there are consequences." I let myself give him the kiss I wanted earlier. "Remember why we are doing this?" Jase sighs. "Yes. I'm sorry, Mags." I don't respond. Instead, I dip my fingers into the Vaseline jar next to me, and move so I'm sitting next to Jase's legs. "I want you to spread your ass cheeks," I say with as much authority as I can muster. I can't let him see my heart is breaking for him. "Mags," he says, panic obvious in his voice. I pick up the brush with my non-Vaselined hand and deliver another smack. "NOW," I say in response. I notice his hands are shaking, but he spreads his ass. My index finger presses against his tight anus as Jase clenches every muscle in his body. "This is going to happen whether you fight me or not. It will hurt less if you relax," I say as I shove the tip of my finger into his asshole to make my point. I rub his lower back with my other hand. Jase looks back at me with the expression of a trapped animal, but finally nods and I can feel his body relax slightly. I use the opportunity to insert the tip of a second finger. Jase makes a slight groaning noise. "Very good. Now I want you to raise up on your knees so your ass is in the air." Jase follows the direction. "Okay, now I want you to lean your ass all the way back." He turns and looks at me, realization of my plan on his face. He knows I am asking him to impale his ass on my fingers. "Do it now," I say levelly. Jase looks away from me, takes a few deep breaths, and with one motion pushes back until both of my fingers are completely embedded in his ass. His body is trembling and his face is buried in this pillow, but as I wiggle my fingers around in his tight ass I notice an erection springing up. I have to admit, I am also incredibly aroused. I can feel juices dripping from my pussy. I reach behind me for a small butt plug already well lubricated with Vaseline. Quickly I pull my fingers out and just as quickly have the tip of the butt plug pushed into his ass. Jase groans, and I concentrate on working the plug in and out until I'm certain it is securely in place. "We are going out," I inform him as I throw a pair of sweatpants, a t shirt, and flip flops onto the bed. "Get dressed." "I can't go out with this!" Jase cries out. I simply look back blank faced. He hangs his head and starts to get dressed. I admire the way the little red plug looks sticking out of his ass. Jase starts to get in my car, but I shake my head and direct him our old pickup truck. I have two reasons for taking the truck this morning, and the first becomes quickly apparent to Jase. The truck has a very hard bench seat that I'm sure presses in a most uncomfortable way against the butt plug. Unbeknownst to Jase I did the majority of the shopping for our day earlier in the week. I don't want him to know just what the day holds for him, but I want enough clues to keep him worried. We stop by the pharmacy where Jase goes into buy more Vaseline, Vicks rub, and Epsom salts. A very worried looking man comes back to the truck. Our next stop is at a local sex shop. For that stop, we go in together. "Hi," I say to the heavily-pierced girl behind the counter. "We need a butt plug for my husband. It's for punishment. I'd also like some help with finding a ball gag for him." Jase's face flames almost as red as the butt plug currently residing in his ass. I reach my hand and give the plug a little twist through his sweatpants. He jumps a little, and the girl laughs as she sets down a truly evil looking assortment of butt plugs. Jase's face goes from red to white. I toy with some of the larger ones, but finally pick a medium-large black plug. Jase is led to a wooden chair while Lexi shows me exactly how to use a ball gag on my husband. We also pick up a set of handcuffs, some restraints, and a leather blindfold. It is a very quiet man who gets back into the truck. I think the full weight of the punishment he has agreed to has set in. It's not merely that he got fingered, was forced to wear a small plug, and endured some humiliation. I think he's starting to realize my plan is to break him utterly, to make him realize the enormity of what he did. "Take out the plug and coat it with the Vaseline," I say crisply. He looks at me pleadingly for a moment, and then prepares the next instrument of his torture. "Now, put a tiny amount of Vicks right on the tip." Jase looks at the Vicks with resigned horror, but does it. "Very good. Now, take the blanket off the back of the seat, pull your pants off, and cover up with the blanket." "Maggie!" Jase cries in anguish. "You just made it worse." He does what he was asked. "Okay, lay on your side but keep your legs on your side of the truck, so your ass is right next to me." When I fold the blanket back I'm greeted by the sight of a very pink ass with a very red plug sticking out of it. My groin clenches and I have to catch my breath in the face of overwhelming sexual desire. This is an unexpected side effect of my day. I wasn't expecting to find torturing my husband to be such a turn on. I grasp the red plug in my right hand. "Push like you are having a bowel movement." He does, and soon the plug is in my hand. Now I can easily insert two fingers, and with a little bit of work can get a third finger in. Jase is breathing heavy, but it's better for him if I keep the fingers in. I get the black butt plug, pull my fingers out, and push it against his entrance. "Breathe in deeply," I instruct. He does, and I can push the plug in slightly. "Now clench your ass," I say and continue pushing the plug. "It's too much, I can't, please, Mags, please..." I turn my face so Jase won't see the tears in my eyes. "You should have thought of that before. CLENCH!" I say and dig my nails into his inner thigh to make my point. Even with his cooperation it takes awhile for his ass to fully accept the plug. When we have it in I look down at my husband, and see tears streaming silently down his face. I am making him live a nightmare. Jase and I met at a birthday party of a friend of a friend. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. By the end of the night I was a smitten kitten. We started dating a week later and have barely been apart since. It was on our third date we first went to bed together. I hadn't meant to-I wasn't even wearing sexy underwear! We had met for coffee and Jase walked me to my car. He leaned down to kiss me goodnight. My next coherent thought took place as we stumbled into my apartment, pulling each other's clothes off. Never have I experienced such perfect sexual compatibility. After round two or three we lay entangled in my bed. I was cataloging all the things I liked about his body. The broad shoulders, the slim waist, the slender yet strong build. His ass was so perfectly grabbable, perfectly formed. An ass he kept trying to keep me from touching. And his dick...Damn. And he was letting me touch that as much as I wanted. "There's something I should tell you," Jase said in a gravely voice. "When I was nineteen I got arrested. I had cocaine with me at the time. I was lucky," he smiled grimly as he said the last bit. "I pled down to a misdeameaner, but I still had to serve six months in prison," his voice broke. My heart flipped in my chest. I looked at my beautiful bed mate through the eyes of the social worker I am. Beautiful, young boys imprisoned for nonviolent crimes get raped in prison. Jase broke down as he told the story, and my heart broke as I thought of the torture the man I loved had been through. It wasn't until a few days later that we addressed the fact he had been arrested for drugs. Maybe I'm a little square, but I don't plan to spend my life battling someone else's drug problem. Jase swore he had kicked the habit long ago, and promised me he would never give me reason to worry on that score. And so we moved on with our lives. We had lots of amazing sex, got married, and moved to a new city so Jase could start a new job and I could go back to school. That's when the problems started. Jase made a friend, Ethan, I thought seemed a little shady, and soon learned was a well known drug dealer. That's when the fighting started. Jase finally promised me he would never hang out with him again. Three days later two things happened. I found out I was pregnant, and I got a phone call from Jase. Who was in jail. He'd been with Ethan when they were pulled over. Ethan had drugs. Lots of drugs. Jase was charged with a felony. I saw the life we had planned falling to pieces, and had nightmares about Jase in prison. Jase, oddly, treated the whole thing as a joke. Thanks to an excellent lawyer we hired with the money we'd set aside for a down payment on a house the charges against Jase were dropped. "I told you it was not big deal," Jase said. I said nothing. Two days later I came home and found him hanging out with Ethan. I admit. I lost it. No big deal. I'd spent a month picturing the horrors Jase would endure in jail while I struggled to raise our baby alone, but it was no big deal. After two days of fighting Jase agreed he needed some form of punishment to make the reality of the situation sink in. It took me longer to realize that Jase needed to lose himself a little bit. My plan was to make him go a day with absolutely no control over anything to make him remember the horror of prison. I knew what I was risking, that my husband would hate me, that I would literally make him relive the worst moments of his life, but I could feel him spiraling out of control and had to stop it. I rubbed my husband's hip as I cranked the car and exited the parking lot of the sex shop. "I know this hard, but it has to be, Jase. Remember why we are doing this. Remember that I love you." I was tempted to let him stay in the position he was in, but weakening wouldn't help us in the end. "It's time to sit up," I said gently. Jase sits up without comment, but his face strains as the seat and the plug make contact. We are silent the rest of the way home. When we arrive home I send him to the bathroom with the order to keep the door open, strip, do what he needs, and stand silently until I come for him. I go to prepare for the next stage. When I walk into the bathroom my first action is to lock Jase's hands in the handcuffs in front of his body. "I am going to blindfold you, put in the gag, and put my noise canceling earphones on you. You won't be able to hear or see what is happening to you. I'm going to move you around the house, so you'll have to trust me or you'll fall. You won't know where you are or what's going to happen to you. Do you understand?" Jase nods in agreement and soon my blindfolded, gagged husband is listening to static on my head phones as I arrange him on top of the washing machine. Soft restraints are attached to the back of a wooden chair, and I attach those to his legs. He can't move off the machine. I turn it on. It's set to heavy-duty wash with two spin cycles. I hate to leave him with the gag in his mouth, but I have to prepare for the next step. I run back and forth to check on him. When the spin cycle starts Jase sags, pain obvious in the way he holds his body. Finally the washing machine stops. I leave Jase there for a few extra moments, and then walk over and gently massage his face. He's doing well. I unbind his legs and help him down from the machine. Taking his arm I lead him to the stairs. He stumbles a bit, but makes it up the stairs where I lead him to the far corner of our second bedroom. I push him down to his knees and his shoulders down to the floor so that his ass is in the air. He's learned. He doesn't move. I pat his ass approvingly and leave to grab some equipment. Jase still has the earphones and blindfold on, so he has no idea what I'm up to behind him. I pull on the plug and quickly gets the idea and starts trying to expel it. His asshole is a gaping hole when it finally comes out. I keep rubbing his back to give his anus sometime to tighten back up slightly. I don't want it to fully close, but it is to large for my next purpose. Finally it tightens and I rub Vaseline on the apparatus and slowly insert it in Jase's rectum. I open the valve and Jase's body jerks with panic as he feels the warm, soapy water start to fill his colon. Anal Punishment Ch. 02 Maybe half a quart of soapy water has emptied into my husband's rectum when I adjust the valve to stop the water. I sit next to my husband's head and remove the headphones that have kept him for hearing anything over the last hour and a half. I rub his stomach in a circular motion to help him take the enema. "I know you are scared. Right now you are getting an enema. It's going to be dreadfully uncomfortable." I take a deep ragged breath as I keep rubbing his belly. "You could be in prison right now. When I have this baby, you could have been locked up. You could meet our child for the first time through a plate glass window. You could be raped again, repeatedly. This time you might not be so lucky and you could get a disease. You think you were in control of the situation. You weren't. Today is about remembering what's its like to have no control over what happens to you. Today you have no control over your body. No control over what happens to it in anyway; not even any control over what happens to your bowels. I'm going to take the gag out, but I want you to be as quiet at possible. If you follow directions during this it will get easier for you." I pull out the gag, and Jase sputters for a moment. The enema bag is only about a foot higher than Jase's anus, and its set to flow slowly. Jase is already shivering. I've turned the heat down to sixty-five and only heated the water to ninety-five. Cooler water causes more cramps, which is my goal. I stop anytime Jase seems truly distressed and rub his belly before I start up again, so it takes almost fifteen minutes before I get another quart into him. This time his distress doesn't stop. I tell him I'm going to take out the tube and roll him over on his back, but that he has to retain the enema for ten minutes. I rub his stomach the whole time, but my tough husband is mewling like a kitten. He is openly crying out when the timer goes off and I help him to his feet. I walk him out of the room, take off the blindfold, and then let him into the bathroom. The door stays open and I hear his cries. "Maggie?" Jase calls out almost ten minutes later, desperation in his voice. When I walk into the bathroom my husband is standing over the toilet. "I can't wipe with my hands in cuffs." I notice he's still shaking; I read chills are a side effect of enemas. "I know," I say. "Lean over the toilet." "Maggie, no, please, no," he says, and I think he's going to cry, but when I don't respond he does it. I set some old rags in warm water in the bathtub. I don't want Jase's anus to get overly inflamed yet, and I know the warm rag will feel better than toilet paper. I clean my husband's ass and lead him back to the bedroom. "You did pretty well, so you can lay on the day bed. Lay on your left side, facing the wall." Jase almost looks grateful as he lays down. I cover him up with an electric blanket I'd already warmed up and hold up a straw so he can drink some sports drink. "Thank you, Maggie," he says as he snuggles his face against my hand. I leave. I can tell he's half asleep when I return and sit in a chair by his ass and carefully fold the blanket back. Jase turns back and sees me hang the enema bag on a nearby shelf. This time, it's about two feet above his anus. "No Maggie, please! Not another one!" "You'll have as many as I think you need," I say in return. "I can make you comfortable or not." Jase turns his head back towards the wall. More silent tears. I still haven't broken him. I want a quivering mess. I arrange his legs like I want them and then insert a Vaseline coated finger into him, coating his insides carefully. The tube is already coated. This time the water is flowing faster, and I rock Jase's hip back and forth to help him take the enema. I only stop when the distress is severe, so in ten minutes he's taken all two quarts. I keep rubbing his stomach, but he just barely makes it to the toilet at the end of ten minutes. This time he just calls me when he's done and already has his ass in the air for me to clean. The third enema is just like the second. The fourth is designed to be a killer. Jase is going to take four quarts. When he comes back from the third enema two bags are hanging from a higher shelf. This is just a saline enema, but it's going to be faster and much harder to take. He pales but lays on the bed in position and accepts the comforts I offer him. I let him rest for fifteen minutes before I'm back with my Vaselined finger. The water flows fast and hard, and even rubbing his belly and back throughout doesn't ease his obvious distress. Jase is fighting to maintain any sense of control. I wish he'd just let go. His stomach is so distended he looks like he's in his third trimester of pregnancy. He pulls his legs up when I roll him onto his back but nothing helps the horrible cramps caused by four quarts of water. I reach down and gently rub his penis back and forth. Jase fights to retain some composure. "Maggie please, please, please, Maggie, please," he blubbers. I don't relent. He's in the bathroom for almost an hour this time. When he's done expelling, I clean him up one last time and lead him back to the bed. "You did really well. No more enemas. But you need to rest," I told him as I held the drink for him to sip. "I want you to lay on your left side again, and try to sleep a little." He nodded, obviously worn out. As soon as he was laying down and covered with the warm blanket to stop his shivering I replaced the blindfold and the headphones. "Please, not the gag!" he begged as I put the blindfold. "No, we are done with that. You just rest." Jase was so soundly asleep when I checked on him thirty minutes later he didn't even stir when I attached his feet to restraints at the foot of the bed and attached the handcuffs to another set. I didn't want him rolling around. He did wake when I lifted the blanket and spread his cheeks. His anus looked a little inflamed, but was quickly closing back to its normal size. Excellent. "Maggie? Maggie?" Jase cried desperately. I rubbed his hip for an answer, and cleaned him again with a warm towel, then rubbed more Vaseline around his anus. Then I covered him back up and kissed his forehead. He settled back down and was soon asleep again. We repeated this routine again, but this time Jase was calm, as though he had accepted I was simply caring for him. That's what made the third time so shocking. Jase had now spent hours either wearing a blindfold or in very dark rooms. I turned every light in the house on. I also turned on very loud music, the complete opposite of the quiet of the house earlier, or even the white noise Jase had been listening to. Now I ripped the blanket off of Jase and dragged him to his feet. Before he could come to terms, I also ripped off the blindfold and headphones and led him downstairs by the handcuffs. Jase was still half-asleep and the assault on his senses completely discombobulated him. I don't think he even realized we were standing at the on opposite sides of the dining room table. I reached forward quickly and grabbed the handcuffs, attaching them to another restraint so that Jase was stretched across the table. Quickly I moved back to his side and secured his legs to the legs of the table. He was spread-eagled and immobilized. I opened his ass cheeks and anus was completely closed. Perfect. The tray I put down in front of Jase was a wedding present, a very pretty silver tray. The crystal bowl was also a present, and also pretty. It was the contents of the bowl that made Jase start to scream and attempt to escape. Anal Punishment Ch. 03 Jase bucked and tried to free himself from his restraints. It was a useless endeavor. The table was inherited from my grandparents and was sturdy. His restraints were strong. He was bent over our dining room table ass up and there was nothing he could do about it. It was the contents of the bowl that had set him off. I could understand why. I had spent days researching the perfect toys for this final humiliation. Jase needed to lose all control. I pulled out the first toy. It was a black rubber vibrator specifically designed for a man's ass. Although not huge, it was big, and consisted of three parts. The shaft was titled so that it would rub against Jase's prostrate. The second prong was designed to massage his taint. The third prong massaged his ass cheeks and sphincter. Ignoring the screams of distress coming from my husband I inserted one finger into his anus to check it. It was completely closed back to normal and only mildly lubricated from the Vaseline I had rubbed on after his last enema. I wiggled a finger around, thinking. "You have two options. Your ass is pretty dry. If you continue to buck and squirm I'm going to insert this dry," I say, waving around the dildo. "If you hold still I'll lube it. You want me to lube it." "Please don't do this, Maggie, please," he said, begging, no trace of pride left. In response I lifted the hairbrush from it's hiding place on a dining room chair and without warning landed a direct hit across his left cheek. "It's going to happen. Your only choice is to determine how it happens." After a long moment he replied, "I'll be still." Damn good thing. I lubed up the toy and spread Jase's ass cheeks with one hand. With the other I slowly pressed the tip into his anus. "Oh God, oh god, please," Jase cried from the table. I kept going, slowly working it all the way in. "Okay, baby," I said softly, right before I turned the vibrator on at its highest setting. Jase pulled against the restraints, trying to escape from the invasion going on against his prostate, perineum, and ass. It was useless. He kept screaming, but after a minute or two I noticed an erection spring to life between his hips and the table. Perfect. I slowed the vibrations down to medium and slowly worked the dildo about halfway out. I waited until I felt Jase slightly relax, and then I rammed it back into place. I was rewarded with a scream. I turned his face to look at me. "You are very hard," I told him. "Very hard. It's because of what's going on in your ass. Soon I will decide its time for you to have an orgasm...." "No!" "And it will be because you enjoy having your ass filled. I won't touch you." He kept repeating no, but as I kept working the dildo in his ass I noticed he started crying softly. Good. He was breaking. As soon as he was utterly submissive and broken I could stop. I kept varying the speed of the dildo and moving it slightly until I could feel his legs start to vibrate. He was ready. I turned the speed down slightly and left it alone for a moment, and then I pulled it halfway out, turned it on high, and rammed it back in. "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD," came forth from my husband's lips at the same moment that huge load of semen shot out of his dick. "No control, Jase. Not even of your orgasms," I said as I pulled the dildo from his ass. Without ceremony I picked up the eight inch monster with a three inch circumference that looked disturbingly like a real penis. I pressed the head into Jase's ass easily enough. This time he didn't protest, but just kept crying. The sobs turned frantic as the shaft stretched his anus. "It's tearing me apart!" Jase screamed. I went slowly. Finally it was balls deep inside of my husband. I left it for a moment to let Jase adjust to its girth. Then I grabbed it by the balls, jerked it from Jase's ass, and rammed it back in. I'm sure the neighbors heard the scream. I worked the huge dildo back and forth for a few minutes more. He was still screaming when I turned on the vibrator as I continued moving it in his ass. He came again, this time without me forcing the issue. Soon the screams stopped, replaced by gut deep sobbing. His muscles went limp, and only the restraints kept him from sliding to the floor. Finally I pulled it from his ass one last time. One last thing, and I could take Jase upstairs, get him into bed, and give him the comfort he needed to receive and I needed to give. "Jase, I'm going to untie you and help you upstairs to bed. Your punishment isn't quite over, but the rest you can take in bed with my holding you. "Please, please," was my only response. I untied him and released his hands from the handcuffs. He could barely stand up, and I had to almost drag him up the stairs. He was not able to walk normally. Soon he was laying face down on the bed. "Your punishment was to last for twenty-four hours. I'm going to let you finish it here with me, but this is also going to be painful, Jase." I pulled out the new, large butt plug that he had worn home from the sex shop. Instead of using lube on it, I thickly coated it with Vicks. Jase's ass accepted the plug easily, and for a moment he was quiet and still. Then the burning sensation kicked in, and the crying resumed. I took my clothes off and crawled into bed next to my husband. Soon Jase's head was on my shoulder and he lay on his side against me. "I'm so sorry, Maggie," he cried as I rubbed his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." "I love you, baby" I answered in response as I moved his hand down between my legs so he could see just how I turned on I was by the day's activities. Jase inserted two fingers deep inside of me, twisting and rubbing against my G-spot. The orgasm that had shadowed me all day started to build deep inside of me. I reached down between his legs and was amazed he was already hard again. I let him mount me out of respect for the butt plug, but I did love pushing on it as Jase rocked us both to orgasm. Soon we were both asleep. As I drifted off, my hand firmly against the plug invading my husband's ass, I knew our marriage had just irrevocably changed.