Husband Gets Punished for Rude Behavior

So the whole ballbusting thing started because I made the classic mistake of rushing my wife when we were supposed to head out to dinner, and let me tell you, the look she gave me was equal parts amusement and pure menace, which should have been my first clue to shut up, but instead I doubled down with some dumb comment about her taking forever, and next thing I know she’s grinning in a way that made my stomach do a nervous flip, and she pushes me back onto the bed with this casual strength that catches me completely off guard, straddles my thighs, and tells me in this low, sweet voice that if I’m in such a hurry, we can just skip going out entirely and I can pay the price for my rude behavior right here, and honestly the shift in power was so sudden and so complete that I felt my pulse hammering in my throat as she started to grind down on me with a wet, deliberate friction, her hips rolling in slow circles that had me gasping, and she wasn’t even touching me with her hands yet, just using the weight of her body and the pressure of her slick heat to pin me in place, and every time I tried to move or say something, she’d clamp her thighs around my torso and scissor me harder, that crushing squeeze turning my breath into shallow, desperate pants as she reminded me that patience is a virtue and I clearly needed a lesson, then she climbed off with this predatory ease, reached under the pillow and pulled out a strapon, this thick, intimidating thing strapped low on her hips, and I remember the way it caught the lamplight as she lined it up and leaned over me, her mouth brushing my ear while she whispered that I’d never rush her again, and the actual punishment that followed was a raw, grinding, relentless affair where she used every ounce of her strength to roll me onto my back and drive that silicone cock into my groin over and over, not quite penetration but sharp, punishing pressure right against my balls with each thrust, making me arch and curl in on myself as she held my wrists above my head with one hand, the scent of her perfume mixing with sweat and that musky, heady smell of arousal, until I was a trembling, wrecked mess begging for forgiveness, and honestly I got exactly what I deserved.