The Cleansing of Cheryl Lynn

The Cleansing of Cheryl Ann

My name is Cheryl Ann and this is my story about a recent weekend. I am 25 years old and I am a secretary in a local law firm. I have been married to my husband Don for four year. We got married the weekend after I graduated from college. Don is 30 years old and is a fireman. He is 6'-2, 195 pounds, strong, and has dark brown hair. Enough about him.

Now to get to know me. I am 5'5; with long, light red hair that goes half way down my back and I weigh 108 pounds. My measurements are 34C-25-30. My breasts would actually fit a 34D bra better, but those bras are clumsy with three or four hooks in the back and enough reinforcing iron in them for a small building. They look like something that fat old women would wear. I like the 34C bras because they are feminine with only one or two hooks in the back, and have a lot more choice of styles, colors, lace, etc. I love to wear matching lace panties and bras. Although nobody at work gets to see them (only my husband Don gets to!), they make me feel so nice and feminine all day long. Don loves to buy expensive lingerie for me. In fact, he doesn't allow me to buy panties or bras. He buys them all. How many guys would go into the lingerie section of the department store for their wives?

I was a virgin when Don and I met. He is the only guy that I have had sex with. We used to have sex at his apartment before we got married. I had never shaved my love mound before we were married. In fact, my first shave was on our wedding day. I shaved my light red hair on my pubic mound into a heart shape. I put the shaved off pubic hairs into a little plastic bag and tucked them into my bra in my wedding gown. When we having our first dance at our wedding reception, I reached into my bra and gave the bag to him. Then I told him that he had something that belonged to me besides my heart. He knew immediately what the hair was from. I could feel the bulge grow in his pants during our dance. He couldn't wait for that evening to get over and we could get to the hotel for our honeymoon night.

After we got married, he suggested that we talk to a friend of his that is a gynecologist. When he checked me out, I got kind of excited having another man check out my pussy, inside and out. I wonder if my mother ever got these feelings. If she did, she certainly didn't share them with me or my younger sister Jeanne. Anyway, Don's friend the gynecologist suggested a minor surgery that he said would really enhance my sex life. I thought it was just fine, but I was open to anything (literally). It was an outpatient procedure. With my feet in the stirrups and my legs crunched up, he got a great bird eye view of my pussy. He put a local anesthetic on my clitoris. After it was numbed, he clipped away the hood that covers the clit. It was a bloody mess and I had to wear a thick sanitary pad for two weeks. It made me think of junior high and high school when I would have my period and I didn't use tampons yet. I still couldn't have sex for another two weeks after that. During that four-week time, Don got a lot of blowjobs and I got my breasts fondled and tits sucked a lot. After it healed, my clit is super sensitive because it is always exposed like a little pea sticking out. Just wearing tight Levis can rub my clit so much that my panties get more than damp, they getting soaking wet sometimes. Because very nice lace panties are expensive, Don makes me wear a thin panty liner during the day to soak up the excessive love juices instead of staining nice panties. When I wear a panty liner, I just don't feel as feminine, so sometimes I don't wear one. I often don't wear one when Don is working. I just have to remember to change my panties before he get home. If my panties are wet when Don feels down there, I know that I am in trouble and can expect to be punished.

Don has different punishments for me. Sometimes he will just put me over his knee, pull up my dress and give me a few spankings. Other times he makes me put on my white see-thru baby doll top and panties. The baby doll top has openings for my nipples and the panties have an opening for my vagina. All three openings are tied closed with red ribbons. Sometimes I wear this outfit when we make passionate love and other times he tells me to put it on when I am about to get punished. For a punishment sometimes he has me wear the outfit and then lay on my back on our bed. It is a king size bed with posts and an old fashioned canopy. He then spreads me eagle and ties me to the four posts. He then opens up the ribbons and plays with my nipples, sucks them, and pinches them until they are erect. He then puts a clip on each nipple and the clip is attached to a string that he puts over one of the bows above, which the bed canopy is attached to. Then on the other end of the string he puts one of his heavy deep sea fishing weights. This just keeps pulling my nipples upward. That's not all. He then undoes the ribbon that ties the crotch of the panties closed. He puts a clip on each of my tender, inner pussy lips. These clips are attached to strings and deep sea fishing weights just like the nipple clips. He then lays the strings over the horizontal wooden bar at the foot of the bed that is attached to the canopy posts. Sometimes he will take an ice cube or two and rub them on my clitoris and then insert them into my vagina. Other times he has put a clothes pin on my engorged clitoris. It hurts like hell for a few minutes until he releases it. When the clothespin is on it, he pulls and flops the clothespin back and forth. Sometimes he just walks away and leaves me with the clips and weights on my nipples and pussy lips. If I whine or cry, he comes back and puts a ball gag in my mouth and mask over my eyes. So I have learned to try not to whine or cry. He usually does this punishment when a basketball or baseball game is on TV. He then comes back to the bedroom at the end of every quarter or inning and adds another weight to the string. Over the last few years my nipples have stretched a good half-inch and get tall real quick when we make love or when he is just caressing my breasts and sucking on my tits. My inner pussy lips have stretched and they hang over an inch below my body. It makes it really difficult to wear thong panties now because the thong wants to separate the pussy lips like flaps. Also, it is difficult to try to put a panty liner in a thong. I usually wear lace, bikini panties now and have to tuck my pussy lips into the crotch liner. When Don eats me now, he is able to put them in his mouth and playfully tug on them. My clit is huge from the result of the hood removal surgery and the clothespin punishment. When I wear snug Levis, my panties get rubbed against my clit and I wet my panties with love juices. That is why he make me wear panties liners all the time when I wear expensive, lace panties. At night he doesn't make me wear panty liners because all of my string bikini, baby doll and nightie panties are thin and see-thru. Although my body is now changed since being married…exposed large clit, tall erect nipples, and long pussy lips…I love it, and it makes wild during love making. Sometimes I have to insert nipple shields in my bra if I am wearing a tight fitting evening gown when we go out.

Another common punishment is for Don to tell me to put on the same baby doll outfit. He then has me stand up with my legs spread about 2 1/2 feet apart. He then has a spreader bar that he locks onto my ankles. He makes me wear that all evening while we watch TV on the couch. It spreads my pussy open and he just fingers it whenever he wants then. I have to sit on a towel on the couch when he does this because my pussy usually gushes with love juices. It is difficult to walk around the house when your legs are spread apart. Sometimes after he clamps the spreader bar to my ankles, he then attaches a pole that is about 2 1/2 feet long to the middle of the spreader bar. On the other end of the pole is an 8-inch dildo that he puts in my pussy. Then I have to waddle around and also try to sit and watch TV with my legs spread apart and a dildo in my pussy that I cannot remove. Sometimes if I squirm when he is putting the spreader bar on my ankles or the dildo pole up my pussy, he sits me down and has me lean forward. Then he locks my wrists onto the spreader bar that is attached to my ankles. Then I cannot move or go anywhere. Sometimes he just leaves me sitting on the bed or floor that way and then goes to the family room to watch TV. Other times he plays with my nipples and clit and gets me really excited and I cannot do anything about it. If I complain I get the ball gag in my mouth and the mask over my eyes. He has even made me go to bed at night with the spreader bar attached to my ankles and my pussy exposed. I have to sleep on my back then, otherwise I usually sleep on my side with the blankets pulled up to my neck.

I have a nice collection of dildos…short, long, smooth, bumpy, ridged, and curved. My long curved one reaches my g-spot. Sometimes when Don is working several shifts in a row, a dildo becomes my bed partner. I have one short dildo that is connected to a thin cable and control box. Sometime for a punishment, Don makes me put on a pair of tall cotton brief panties that are two sizes two small for me. I usually wear size 5 panties, but these are size 3. They fit very snug on me. Before I pull them up, Don shoves the small dildo into my pussy. Then I have to pull the tight panties up. The cable comes out of my pussy like a tampon string and out the elastic leg band of the panties. Usually he then lets me put on a robe and we go to the family room and watch TV. Don operates the control box and likes to watch me squirm when the top of the dildo touches my g-spot. With the panties being very snug, it doesn't matter how much love juice comes out of my pussy, I just cannot wiggle the dildo out of my pussy. Usually when my panties get soaking wet, he carries me off to the bedroom knowing my pussy is wet and then makes love to me all night.

When he punishes me, I deserve it. It is usually when he comes home after working three or four days straight at the fire station. When he leaves for work, he leaves me a list of things to do while he is gone. The list is simple like dusting and vacuuming the house, doing the laundry, working in the garden, taking out the trash, grocery shopping, getting the cars washed, etc. Sometimes he punishes me if I stained my panties because I didn't where a panty liner all the time to soak up the pussy juices like I am supposed to, or if I forgot to do something important on the list while he was away.

Don is very good and kind to me. Rarely does he forget to do something or does something wrong. I really like when he does something wrong because I then get to punish him, but in reality it excites me. My favorite punishment for him is when I lead him into the bedroom and make him drop all his clothes. As he stands in front of me buck naked and I am fully clothed, I then go down and lick the tip of his pecker. It gets so big and hard that I want it bad and I can feel my panty liner soaking up my juices. I restrain myself and just lick the tip for a moment or two. I then have him lay on his back on the bed while I proceed to tie him to the posts, spread eagle with his tent pole standing straight up. I then leave him and go into the bathroom and take a nice bath, trim and shave my pussy mound. Sometimes I shave it completely bald and smooth, other times I might shave it into a heart, circle, square, or just a long thin line that continues up from my vagina crack. After my bath, I towel dry, put on baby powder, and then put on one of my see-thru baby doll nighties with crotchless panties. I pull my pussy lips through the opening in the bottom of the panties. Remember that my pussy lips are about and inch long and are kind of like flaps. I then go into the bedroom where he has been lying in misery for the last hour with is tent pole up in the air and unable to relieve it because I have him tied spread eagle. I then climb on the bed and lower my body onto his erect pecker. I barely let my pussy lips touch the tip of his pecker. Then I just play and tease it for awhile, but I don't let him come. Then I crawl up to his head and straddle his head. I lower my body down so that my pussy lips are just barely able to be touched with his tongue. He has to really work at it to tongue them. While he is doing this, I lean back and play with is erect pecker. Finally after a few minutes, I lower my body down to his mouth so he can pull in all of my love flaps into his mouth through the lace opening in the panties. As his tongue is busy feeling the inside of my love tunnel and he is gently tugging on my love lips, I come and flood his mouth and face with love juices from my pussy. Then I climb onto his erect flagpole and let him come inside my pussy. So although this is his punishment, it is a treat for me.

Now you know about our love life and the punishments that I receive sometimes when I am bad. Now I will tell you about the cleansing that I recently received.

It was one of those weeks when Don worked four straight shifts. When you are a fireman, the shifts are 8 am to 8 am the next day. I have to leave for work at 7 am so on days when his shift ends, I don't see him until I get home from work at about 6 pm. On this particular week, one of the assignments that Don gave me to do, when he was away, was to dust the china cabinet. Don has a collection of several Budweiser collector mugs in the cabinet. One of them was from the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics. The handle of the mug is the Olympic torch. When I took the mugs out of the china cabinet to dust the shelves, I accidentally bumped the top of the torch and chipped it off. I was able to use some of that one-drop permanent glue and made it look like new. You could not tell that it was chipped off. My mistake was to tell Don about it one evening when he called home from the station.

It was a Friday and I knew that Don would be at home waiting for me when I got home from work. Since he would have been home from about 9 am, I thought that maybe he would look at the mug and decide that it was OK. If it wasn't OK, then I expected that I would be punished. So I thought I would be a little devious that morning when I got ready for work. I took my red lace panties, bra, and garter belt into the bathroom. I then took a bath and shaved my pussy mound into a nice heart. I then put on my red lacey garter belt and red stockings. I then put on the red lace panties. You have to wear panties on top of a garter belt so you can pull the panties down when you have to tinkle or go potty. Then I put on the bra. It is a beautiful matching set. He got them at Frederick's of Hollywood. It is a front opening bra, with openings at the end of the cups so that your nipples can stick out. After putting on the bra, I played with my nipples for a moment to get them erect. I was already getting excited to see Don, but that wasn't going to be for hours. I still had to go to work. I then looked at the clock and realized that I had to be to work in half an hour. I rushed and put on a long black skirt that goes to the floor and my black knee high leather boots. I then pulled on a black cashmere sweater. I love to wear that bra when I have on a cashmere sweater. My nipples love the feel of the soft wool. I also catch the guys at work trying to get a free glance of my nipples through the sweater. They probably have to go into the men's room and relieve themselves. In my haste to finish getting ready, I forgot to slip a panty liner into my panties. My plan was that if Don was going to punish me tonight, he couldn't resist making love to me instead, after I take off my sweater and skirt. Well, it was off to work.

When I got home after work and came in the front door, Don was waiting for me and gave me a big hug and a few kisses. I could feel the bulge in his pants, so I thought that I was in the clear. How wrong! He ordered me to go into the bedroom. I thought I still was in the clear. How wrong I was again. He had a towel covering the top of the bed. On top of the towel there were two pillows. One on top of the other. Don told me to take my boots off. He then pulled up my dress and felt my panties. They were soaking wet. It was then I realized that I forgot to put a panty liner in them that morning. He chewed me out for not putting a panty liner in then and told me that nice panties cost $20-25 each. He told me that they aren't like guys' underwear…three pairs for $6.99. He still didn't say anything about a punishment for chipping the Budweiser mug or not wearing a panty liner. He then told me to get on the bed, with my tummy on the pillows. He then pulled up my skirt to my waist and pulled off my panties. I thought great!!! We are going to have sex doggy style. How wrong could I be? He then got the ropes out and tied me to the canopy bedposts, spread eagle on my tummy with my ass up in the air. When I asked him what he was doing, he said "Cheryl Lynn, I need to cleanse you of you forgetfulness and carelessness and then we are going out to dinner at the beach." I thought OK, whatever, I couldn't wait because I really like this one particular restaurant at the beach that we frequent. However, I didn't know what he meant by cleansing me. In four years of marriage, I thought I knew all the bedroom antics by now…but apparently I didn't. Laying face done on my tummy, I tried to twist my head to see what he was doing in the bathroom. I could hear water running in the sink. He then came out of the bathroom with a large pink, rubber bag with a tube on it. I knew that I was naïve, but what was this. He hooked it up on one of the bows that hold the canopy up. He then showed me the hose and nozzle that he put on it. He then told me he was going to douche me. Well, that was the largest douche bag and hose that I had ever seen. I often douche, but I use the pre-made stuff that comes in a little bottle and smells like strawberries. He then inserted the nozzle into my vagina. He slowly opened the clamp and I could feel my vagina and uterus getting filled with water. When my pussy was filled up and started to leak out onto the towel, he clamped off the flow. He then brought out a box of tampons that he also had purchased along with the douche bag. These were super size tampons. I use slender ones, not these huge Kotex monsters. In one smooth move, he pulled out the douche hose nozzle and inserted a tampon. He pushed it pretty far up there. I warned him to hold onto the string and he did. Then he put a second tampon in my pussy right up against the fist one. Wow, I had never done that before, even on a heavy menstrual flow day. He then took down the douche bag. I thought to myself, OK, I can handle this.

I heard water running again and I thought he was washing out the douche bag. Wrong, he refilled and brought it back out. He hung it up again. I kept thinking that my pussy couldn't take anymore liquid in it. Maybe he was going to take out the tampons and put in some more and soak up the liquid by using tampons. Wrong!!! I felt a cold glob of K-Y jelly on my ass. We have never had anal sex because the idea is gross! All of a sudden, the nozzle hose was pushed into my puckered butt hole. I started to complain and Don said that he had to totally cleanse me. I started to complain some and that was a mistake. Don got the ball gag out of the nightstand drawer. He took my soaking red panties off of the bed and wrapped them around the ball. He then put it in my mouth and connected the velcro band of the gag on the back of my head. I had never tasted my own love juices before. I kind of enjoyed it and started thinking about maybe having a lesbian day with my 23-year-old sister while Don is at work someday. She isn't married and it could be a nice experience for use. My thoughts came to a quick halt when Don opened the hose and my stomach and intestines started to bloat from the liquid. When the bag was empty, Don pulled out the nozzle and again inserted two super sized tampons, this time in my butt hole.

He then took the douche bag, hose, and nozzle into the bathroom. I wondered what was next to come. He came out and took the panties and ball gag out of my mouth. Then he undid the ties that spread me eagle on the bed. He pulled out the pillows from under my tummy and told me to roll over on my back. He had a triangular shaped cloth diaper at the foot of the bed. He spread my legs wide, and slipped the diaper under my butt. He then powered my pussy just like a baby. He then pulled the diaper up between my legs and had diaper pins to pin it to the two sides. I felt like a 25-year-old baby with four tampons stuck in her. He then put my legs close together and slipped on an adult size plastic diaper cover. He then said, "let's go to dinner."

I stood up and my long skirt unrolled and covered the plastic diaper. I could feel all of the liquid in me gurgle downward. I certainly didn't feel very feminine at the moment. I pulled on my boots and we left for dinner. It was embarrassing walking in the restaurant as you could hear the crunching of the plastic diaper covers under my skirt. Also, my waist area looks a little weird under my skirt because of the padding of the diaper. I ordered salmon, but I couldn't eat very much because my stomach was bloated and filled with water. I could feel that the tampons must have soaked up all they could and now it was flowing into the diaper. Fortunately, the plastic cover kept it from flowing through my skirt.

When we got home, Don told me to go into the bathroom, take a bath, and he would be waiting for me. I went into the bathroom and he had candles all around the Jacuzzi tub. I took off my boots, dress, cashmere sweater, and bra. I left the plastic diaper cover and diaper on for a few minutes and stared at myself in the mirror. I played with my nipples until they got enlarged. I then slid off the plastic diaper cover and cloth diaper. I sat on the toilet and pulled the four tampons out of my body. I sat there for awhile until there no more drips from either hole. He had laid out my white see-thru baby doll top and panties with the openings for my nipples and my vagina, and closed with red ribbons on the counter. He also had the baby powder and perfume next to them. I took a long bath, then dried off and put on the outfit that was waiting for me. When I came out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, Don had candles lit there. We then made long passionate love well into the wee morning hours. It was like the honeymoon night.