Ling – Ling
Copyright© 2026 by T.C. Callaghan
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A wife discovers husband visited massage parlor, and discovers something about herself as well.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Spanking Oral Sex Revenge
Almost ready for bed, she sat at her desk, mostly undressed, wearing only her favorite white blouse. The room was dark, there was only the light from her desk lamp, and the feeble moonlight seeping through the curtains. She was going over the latest credit card statement. Partway down the list of merchants, the words jumped off the page at her: Ling-Ling Massage. That scoundrel, she thought, as her anger blazed.
Rising from her chair, she headed toward the bedroom and her husband, on impulse stopping on the way to remove his belt from the trousers he had carelessly discarded on the bathroom floor — again! Honestly! Didn’t his mother teach him anything?
Angrily, she entered the bedroom and confronted him, brandishing the belt.
“What is this Ling-Ling Massage?” she demanded.
“I-I can explained,” he stuttered feebly. “You-you were out of town and I needed...”
“Shut up!” she interrupted, “And roll over!”
Looking at her with a puzzled expression he did not move. She briskly brought the belt down on his legs, just above his knees. Two pink marks appeared on his legs.
“Ow,” he said, “that hurt!” But he did not turn over.
Again came the belt across his legs, harder this time and higher on his legs.
“Roll over!” she commanded again, brushing the belt against his penis. But he did not move. She lightly tapped his penis with the belt. Then she raised her arm, preparing to strike his penis with much greater force.
“Okay, okay,” he mumbled feebly, turning over.
She began to beat his buttocks forcefully with the belt. She enjoyed the smacking sound as it made contact with his tender skin. He jerked and whimpered as the belt hit him. She was beginning to become aroused.
“Tell me about your visit to this Ling-Ling place,” she said.
“I went and had a massage,” he said.
“Be more specific! How did she massage you?” she demanded, striking his butt again for emphasis.
“It was a nice relaxing massage to soothe my sore muscles. I had worked hard that day and...” his voice trailed off.
Realizing he was not being fully honest, she brought the belt down forcefully, six strikes in rapid succession. His butt, no longer white, was showing overlapping stripes of deep pink from the impact of the belt. She was pleasantly surprised to find herself enjoying the sense of power and domination.
“Tell me the truth: did you have sex with her?”
“No,” he replied, his breath coming in short gasps as he reacted to the pain. “She doesn’t do full sex...”
“So that’s the only thing that stopped you!” She was furious, and swung the belt harder and harder against his buttocks, harder than she thought she was able. She recalled the harsh whipping she received as a teenager when she was caught lying, and knew the punishment she was giving him was far worse.
He squirmed with pain and tried to catch his breath. His butt was now displaying a deep red, and she wondered if he would have bruises. Her arm tiring, she stopped beating him.
“It was a very sensual massage,” he confessed as he gasped for breath. “She does wonderful things with her hands and fingers, and yes, she gave me a tremendous climax,” he said, somewhat defiantly.
At this she found her strength and, tears streaming from her own eyes, not of pain but rather emotional fury, she once again took the belt to his butt, striking over and over again, not wanting to stop until her own pain went away.
At last she stopped. For a few minutes all was quiet except for the sound of her deep breaths.
Then she said, “Don’t think your punishment is finished, mister!”