Suppose.
Suppose you were on your knees, your mouth hungrily sucking him, your tongue licking him, making his length hard and stiff and proud between your lips and under your hands. Suppose his head is thrown back, his fingers are clenching your scalp in a rhythm that matches the movement of your jaw.
Suppose.
Now, suppose you – without warning – pull from somewhere (beneath your pillow, beneath the bed, out of your pocket, etc) a hot dog bun and slide it around his wiener.
Does he:
a) deflate immediately, call you an unattractive and unkind name, and stomp away to lock himself in another room, possibly ending the relationship over your insubordination and disrespect
b) laugh at the funny joke you just made and then toss in the wastebin so you can get back to the business at hand
c) stare at you in shock for five seconds, fling it across the room, and fuck your mouth until your throat is sore and your jaw is numb
d) let it fall to the floor, throw you over the end of something, and spank you until the tears leave pools of liquid beneath you
e) drop it to his feet, make you eat it, then spank you until the tears leave pools of liquid beneath you, then fuck your mouth until your throat is sore and your jaw is numb
f) another combination?
I’m not sure what the F/F and F/M equivalent would be here, but I’d certainly enjoy that perspective as well.
And no, I have not done this. But someone made me think of it, and I’ve been pondering possible reactions ever since.
Since I pull pranks on him all the time and spend my days of very early retirement, making endless jokes at his expense. This is mos def something I would do and am only sorry I haven’t done. Don’t know about anyone else, but my man likes to laugh. So I imagine sexy time would be interrupted a few mins, while we laughed ourselves sick. Then I would resume our regularly scheduled program. Must keep the Lairdship happy and sated.
Side note: I am sure, that he would find some good reason to spank my boot within that day for me having fun at his expense, cloaked under another reason, like its 2:00 in the afternoon just cause kinda thing….
Pretty sure Chris wouldn’t laugh in the moment. But later… yes.
I’d have to guess the F/F, F/M equivalent would be sliding the actual hot dog in her. As for reaction, I’m not really sure how mine would react. I think she’d be weirded out, then laugh, then dispose of the hot dog and tell me to get on with the business at hand (possibly removing the use of my hands to prevent any further “pranking”)
Well, see. It’d be fun. Try it.
Then she can rip up at me later…
In all fairness. I waited until *after* the blow job to write this. AND to tell Chris to read it. His response?
He moaned, shook his head. “Some images can’t be erased,” he said.
But if I had done it? I think… he would have looked at me in dumbfounded astonishment for a few seconds, grabbed my wrist, dragged me over his lap and spanked me until I stopped laughing (which would have take awhile), then grabbed the hairbrush and spanked some more, until I was abjectly apologizing just so he would stop. And then I would have been between his knees, on the floor, with my mouth firmly where he wanted it. And my wrists held behind my head, for safekeeping.
That’s what I *think* would have happened. But since he hasn’t actually told me and didn’t write down a comment, I don’t really know.
Serenity
This made me honk wine out my nose onto my new phone.
Your brain is a treasure on Spankplanet which maybe should be locked in a vault for your own safety.
I am F/f and still too stunned by the concept to come up with anything. Have emailed Her Topness at work which she doesn’t care for about this (what? Maybe 10-12 times) but sense she’s more focused on where to shove the bun into me. Like up my nose. Some people have no sense of Priorities.
I’m working on the questions.
Where to shove the bun? You mean, she wouldn’t use it to gag you?
I know. Helpful, that’s my middle name.
I’d laugh… tie her to the bed…face down… go get a hot dog and mustard…and make her the bun
I like the punishment to fit the crime… so to speak
I think I need more specifics. What – exactly – would you do with the hot dog and mustard? I mean, explain in detail. My mind is so perverse that I’ve got at least 3 scenarios in my head, and 2 of them would make me blush.
(Welcome to my corner of the universe…)
Serenity
A hotdog for each orifice… and mustard all around (be thankful I don’t like horseradish on my hotdogs)
Was that one of the scenarios?
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Ok, that original idea about the hotdog bun was one of the funniest things I’ve read in a long time. Seriously.
So… glad you found it amusing. I still haven’t found anyone who’ll actually try it!
Almost makes me wish I were in a position (so to speak) to do it.
I wish you were too. Well, if you wished it.
Oh my word, that is a hilarious concept. I have been assigned the task of writing a story this week, so I will try to think of a good F/F scenario that would match that and write about it.
Mind you, the story is supposed to demonstrate how my values have progressed beyond bratting, so I might wind up getting in trouble just for the topic choice.
Oh my word, that is a hilarious concept. I have been assigned the task of writing a story this week, so I will try to think of a good F/F scenario that would match that and write about it.
Mind you, the story is supposed to demonstrate how my values have progressed beyond bratting, so I might wind up getting in trouble just for the topic choice.
PS–I love your background picture.
That background is near my house. Come visit