Masturbation is strictly forbidden when his wife is on a date, but Jack doesn’t always find the strength to resist the temptation. He knows he’ll be punished for it and the punishment will be severe and unpleasant, but his desire occasionally overwhelms all of that and he furiously masturbates his small cock until the pleasure of orgasm washes over him as his cum spills into his open hand.<p>Tonight he was weak. He masturbated and he’ll have to pay for it. When Ginger comes home he’ll tell her. Being honest will lessen the punishment a little.</p><p>The look on his face gave it away before he has a chance to say anything. Instead of being excited and eager to greet her Jack looked timid and a little scared. He knew what was coming.</p><p>“Jack, is there something you need to tell me?” Ginger asked in a stern voice.</p><p>He looked down, his face crimson with shame and answered, “Yes. I masturbated while you were on your date. I’m sorry.”</p><p>“Then you know I have to punish you, don’t you?”</p><p>“Yes dear,” he said, standing and walking to the bedroom as Ginger followed silently.</p><p>Jack stood at the side of the bed as Ginger opened the closet and retrieved his black leather belt. She had picked it out for him when he got promoted. It was an expensive, elegant belt and every time he wore it to work he was reminded that his wife regularly spanked him because he couldn’t control his masturbatory desires. </p><p>“Please take your punishment position, Jack,” she said, pointing to the bed.</p><p>Jack had already stripped and at her command he bent over the bed, presenting his ass for the vicious beating it was about to receive. His heart rate had already increased in anticipation of the ordeal that was soon to be visited on his bare ass. </p><p>“Had you been a good cuckold and waited for me to get home I would have told you all about the breathtaking fucking Michael gave me tonight. I would have told you how I sucked his cock to get him hard for my pussy and how he took me in any position he wanted. I would have told you how he came inside me and I would have let you clean it out of me. That’s how a good cuckold is rewarded. You couldn’t be a good cuckold though. You just had to jerk off and prove once again how unworthy you are.”</p><p>The anger rose in her voice as the last sentence left Ginger’s lips. With her husband bent over the bed and awaiting his punishment she delivered it, rearing back with the belt and bringing it down on his ass with stunning strength.</p><p>The sound of the leather belt moving swiftly through the air was quickly followed by it striking Jack’s bare bottom, causing him to cry out in pain. He buried his head in the comforter, resisting the urge to reach back and sooth his skin, for he knew it was forbidden.</p><p>“You’re supposed to wait until I get home so I can share my blissful experience with you and tell you what a wonderful husband you are for letting me sleep with Michael. You’re supposed to get between my legs and worship my pussy, cleaning up the mess that my lover left inside me. You only get to do those things if you don’t stroke your little cuckold dick. It’s a test, Jack, and you failed it miserably.”</p><p>The second stroke from the belt was harder than the first and the pain was intense. For a moment Jack thought he would pass out as the agony radiated from his ass down his legs and up his back. </p><p>“I’m sorry, Ginger,” he said.</p><p>He reply was immediate and angry, “I don’t believe you.”</p><p>Again the sound of his ass being struck by the leather belt filled the room and his cry of pain immediately followed. She delivered three more quick strokes, the last of which left Jack with tears in his eyes.</p><p>Ginger was breathing heavily from the exertion of punishing her husband as she moved to his side and gently caressed his abused ass.</p><p>Her voice was tender as she said, “If you can’t control yourself we’ll have to undertake more drastic measures. Do you want to be locked in chastity all the time? Do you want me to have complete control over your orgasms?”</p><p>“No,” Jack said meekly, “I don’t want that.”</p><p>“I don’t either. All I ask is that you refrain from masturbating on my date nights. I know being cuckolded turns you on and that you desperately want to pull on your cock and make it cum. I need you to wait until I get home though. That was our deal. That’s how we reconnect.”</p><p>She was genuinely disappointed in him and through the haze of pain he felt terrible.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” he said, and this time it was genuinely heartfelt.</p><p>It was the apology she was waiting to hear, but there was still more punishment to come, so Ginger reared back and delivered four more powerful strokes with the belt. It unleashed a true torrent of tears from her husband and as he wept she sat next to him, soothing his sore bottom with one hand as the other caressed his lower back.</p><p>“I love you Ginger. I’m sorry,” he sobbed.</p><p>“I know.” </p>