Kinktober 2023 #31 - Mischief/Candy

Content Warnings: BDSM, consensual, F/m, femdom, Maria and Kevin, bondage, punishment, bastinado, Halloween

Kevin… may have made a mistake.

He was rolling around on his bed, his legs bent back and his ankles nearly meeting his wrists thanks to the cuffs that bound all four of his limbs in a hogtie. To say nothing of the straps tying his legs together, and his thighs to his calves, and his arms to his chest, and his elbows as close together as they could go… And of course there was the “Jawbreaker,” as his wife and domme Maria had lovingly nicknamed the biggest ballgag they owned. It was doing its absolute best to live up to that name, making Kevin’s jaw ache after just a few minutes.

“Aaaauugnnghh,” Kevin moaned to himself.

As a harmless, mischievous little prank, he’d hidden all of the Halloween candy Maria bought for trick or treaters. For extra fun, he’d replaced it all with little packets of dental floss, as a little riff on Mrs. Sumner from down the road, who liked to give healthy snacks and toothbrushes as an alternative to Halloween candy (alongside actual candy, because even she wasn’t a complete monster).

He’d been giggling about how Maria would react when she saw her lovely curated stash of treats replaced with such an awful alternative. Maria loved handing out Halloween candy, and went the extra mile to write down some of the neighbor kid’s favorites the year they moved into the neighborhood. Maria was nothing if not prepared.

Kevin then hid the candy in his car, thinking he would just pull it all out when he heard her inevitable shriek of despair. He would laugh and get the real candy, then she would glare and spank him a bit before laughing too. It’d be a fun time for everyone.

Unfortunately, things didn’t play out that way. First Maria had to leave super early on the day before Halloween, a quick little family “emergency” that wasn’t really an emergency but was still important. She’d rushed out the house without performing her customary morning check of the candy. Then, on his way into work Kevin’s car hadn’t started. In the midst of getting the car towed, finding out that it would take the mechanics a couple of days to be able to look at it, getting a new ride to work, and then coming home at the end of a long and stressful day… Kevin completely forgot about the candy that was still in his trunk.

Maria’s shriek the next morning–Halloween morning no less–had not been the bit of fun Kevin imagined.

The kids were not stuck getting dental floss that Halloween. But Maria did not have time to re-curate all her carefully noted candy either. She just had to buy the best she could on her way home from work, and there weren’t a ton of options left on the literal day of Halloween.

She was not happy.

So here Kevin was, on his marital bed, listening as doorbells rang every few minutes, followed soon after by his disappointed wife’s voice as she exclaimed as excitedly as she could how impressive the little tykes’ costumes were.

And every time that doorbell rang, he would carefully number it in his head. It was Kevin’s job to keep count of how many trick-or-treater visits they got. For every ding-dong that sounded in their house, Kevin could expect five paddle strikes and another minute to the bastinado session Maria promised.

Maria was keeping score too, with a notepad, and if their numbers didn’t match up she was going to double those spankings and minutes.

“Uuuuunnngh,” Kevin groaned again. It wasn’t a bad result, all things considered. Kevin wasn’t the world’s biggest masochist, but he did enjoy a good punishment session now and again, and he’d definitely earned this one.

But he really did feel bad.