Penalties after Stripping Games

I was asked in a PM about penalties my wife and I used to punish the loser of stripping games. Since some of these ideas may be of interest to people other than the original questioner, I've decided to answer here rather than via PM.

I'll begin with the penalties my wife was made to perform.

Jumping Jacks - I remember this penalty vividly. We had been playing strip Gin Rummy. As the game progressed, clothing was tossed in a hamper and removed from play. As a result, there were fewer and fewer items of clothing in play as the game progressed. I eventually won, with my wife naked and me in possession of nine articles of clothing - some mine, some hers. She slipped on a robe and took a flashlight into the back yard, which was secluded but not completely out of sight to prying eyes. She positioned the flash light to illuminate her grassy stage, dropped the robe, looked at me watching from inside, and gave mine jumping jacks, holding both the legs spread and legs closed position for a second or so. (Nine because of the items of clothing I held at the end of the game.) She then rotated three times, giving the same show in all four directions before redonning the robe and returning inside for a hard fucking.

Vibrator - At the time, The Mrs. had a small vibrator that inserted a little bit inside her vagina, but was primarily intended to rub her clit. It was quite noisy with a plainly audible buzz. And, for some reason, it had a built-in LED that blinked on and off. It came with straps to wrap around the upper thighs to hold the toy in position. She was forced to wear nothing but this vibrator on high speed making an audible racket and her sheerest summer dress, clearly showing a blinking lightt coming from her cunt. Dressed thusly, she was forced to walk to the end of the block and back - roughly 1/4 mile. if anyone noticed, it was through a house window and they said nothing to her later

I don't know if I lost more frequently than my wife, or I just remember the penalties better since I had to pay them, but here are some of the penalties she inflicted on me.

Secret Agent - One penalty was a form of role play. As a secret agent, I hid "classified information" somewhere in the house and my wife's job was to extract the location from me. I was bound spread eagle to the bed while my wife kept tantalizing me on the brink of orgasm. She had two hours to drive me so wild that I would tell her the location, just so I could cum. if I kept the secret, she would go to bed and I would be left bound all night. If I told, she would verify the location and then give me a quick happy ending. The downside is she then returned me to my "home government" where I received a brutal ass thrashing for revealing the secret location. 3/4" oak paddles, 1/2" canes, and thick rubber straps made my ass black and blue with a criss-crossed network of raised welts and dribbles of blood - a huge price to pay for an orgasm.

Public Cum - After losing the stripping game, I was removed from the house to our side deck. Like the backyard, this is obscured from casual view but not immune to prying eyes. Once outside, I heard the door lock and was illuminated by the two deck lights. In order to get the doors unlocked I had to cum for my wife and anyone who might be peeping into our property.

Phone Call - In this penalty I was again tied spread eagle to the bed. I didn't know what my wife had in mind but I soon found out. She turned on the speakerphone and started dialing. As soon as it started ringing she told me that she had called my parents, so I better come up with something to talk about and fast. She then immediately attacked my cock and balls - jerking them, lightly teasing them, playing a porn video (muted) on the TV in my line of sight, giving me a blow job, etc. There were a couple times my mom asked if I were ok because I sounded strange. I tried to pass it off to the speakerphone flaking out.

Tree - With the sun low in the sky, I was taken to a tree in the woods behind our house and made to strip. My hands were pulled backwards and tied together behind the tree. a similar thing happened to my feet. A blindfold was then used as my only piece of clothing. This tree was rather close to a public walking trail so my ears were on high alert. I don't know why. I couldn't have done anything about it if I had heard someone. After night had fallen there was a slight panic as I did hear someone on the trail, bit it was my wife coming to release me, but she had "forgotten" that I didn't have any clothes, so I had to walk home naked.

Scavenger Hunt - After losing the stripping game, I was handcuffed and blindfolded and left alone. I heard some scuffling about and my wife going outside. A she later she came back in and led me outside where she removed the blindfold and handcuffs and handed me a flashlight. In order to gain entrance into the house, I had to find all my clothes and push them inside through the doggie door while I remsined naked. When all clothes were retrieved I was to be let in the house. My devious wife had placed some clothing in view of any cars driving down the street. My shirt was hung on the fence between our yard and our neighbor's, right in front of their bedroom window. BTW, the flashlight was a double-edged sword. It helped me scan an area for clothing, but it also made it look like a prowler was snooping around, which could very well have led to the cops called to investigate.

Trash Cans - After being stripped of my clothing, I was forced to pose for a series of humiliating photos taken with our digital camera. I remember a jacking off photo and a photo of licking the cat while sporting a boner. We then uploaded these photos to the PC and wasted a color ink cartridge printing an 8.5 x 11 of each image. I was then allowed to dress and we drive around town stopping at supermarkets, department stores, fast food joints, filling stations, etc. Basically any place that provided patrons an outdoor trash can. One photo went into the trash at each stop. I presume they all made it to the landfill, bit I'll never know for sure.

Chaining - I lost a bet to my wife about the World Series. One chilly late October evening (I think it was the night before Halloween) she made me strip to my underpants, turned on all the outdoor floodlights, and marched me to the far corner of the backyard fence. She reached in her pockets and pulled out a bicycle lock - the kind with a chain that you thread through the bike and a fixed object and then lock. She quickly chained my underpants to the fence. She promised to release me in half an hour, or I could release myself at any time by stepping out of the underwear and streaking back inside. It was only a few degrees above freezing but I'm warm blooded and thought I would make it, but my wife was determined to see some streaking. Halfway through my time, she turned on the garden hose and started misting me down with ice cold water. It didn't take long for the underpants to be left behind and me to run inside. To make matters worse, she captured the whole incident on video, and afyeteards rode my tongue to multiple orgasms while laughing her ass off watching the streak over and over and over again.

Trash Bag - After losing everything at strip poker, my wife said she was hungry and asked me to go to a drive thru to get some burgers and fries. I made a move for my clothes, only to be told that they now belonged to her. Instead she went to the pantry and got a 39(?) gallon trash bag, cut a hole for my head out of the bottom of the bag, and two holes for arms. I then turned the bag upside down and pulled it over myself, turning it into an impromptu plastic mini skirt. Before heading out, I was told I had to answer truthfully about the reason for my attire if one of the drive thru workers asked, and I had to further prove that I was naked underneath if they asked for a demonstration. I probably turned crimson from embarrassment when the girl at the first window asked about why I was wearing a trash bag. Luckily it stopped there and neither she nor the older woman at the second window asked me to demonstrate the truth of that statement.

That's all I can think of for now. I hope this spurs your imagination and makes your next victory over a naked loser a lot of fun for one of you.