I am sitting here deciding whether or not to post. I am so upset that I am beside myself. So, I am starting to write as a means of calming down. At this point I don't even know if I will post this, but I need to do something. It all started earlier this morning. Barry was supposed to post an account of last Sunday today. Actually, he was supposed to do it early in the week, but he never did. So, when I left the house this morning, I gave him explicit instructions to get it done, or else! I guess I left the house in a frustrated mood.
I left at 10:30 to get my hair done and then to go grocery shopping for a dinner party we are hosting tomorrow night. After my hair appointment, I realized that I forgot my detailed list, so I returned home to get it. When I walked into the house (obviously earlier than expected), I discovered Barry sitting at the computer with his panties at his ankles, his 6000s sitting on the desk (with the lock still attached), and his cock in his hand. My reaction was probably priceless. I'm not sure what I said, but it was probably something like "What the f - - k are you doing?" I couldn't believe it, and I still can't. I suspect that some will think I over-reacted, and perhaps I did. However, I was really upset. I still can't believe what I was seeing. Especially after I gave him what I thought was a very special treat last Sunday night after the Patriots lost.
So, I guess I went nuts. When I asked my question about what he was doing, we stood there looking at each other. There was no response other than stopping. So ... I told him to keep wanking. I guess that I wanted to watch him jerk off to the computer. I had to repeat it several times, but Barry finally went back to jerking off to a video of a guy strapped to a table with his penis protruding through a hole, while a woman in a red mask was jerking him off. I stood there watching as he jerked off onto the floor and then looked at me as if to say "What do I do now?". Without even thinking, I reacted and told him to get down on his knees and clean it up. When he went to the bathroom and started to get toilet paper, I knew he had done this before. I went nuts again and told him to forget the toilet paper and come back and use his mouth. I don't know if I was surprised that he complied or not. At that point, I'm was so upset that I'm not sure how I was reacting. I'm still trying to process it all.
I watched him lick up some of his cum and I told him to go to the bedroom and get our bag of implements.
When he did so, I told him to get on the bed with his bottom up. I then gave him what was probably a very a tough spanking with lots of implements. I don't even remember what all I used at this point, but I vaguely remember starting with the ruler paddle and working up and down his bottom and thighs. I also remember using the bathbrush and the lexzn paddle. And, I remember removing panties from his mouth when I stopped, but I don't remember how they go there. I guess I was pretty mad.
Barry is now lying on the bed with a very red butt and I'm trying to figure out where to go from here. As I begin to calm down by writing this, I think I'm going to send him to the grocery store with my list while I figure out what to do when he returns.