My wife caught me trying on some of her yoga pants the other night. I was in a pair and they felt great! She got mad, bent me over the couch, and rubbed me in them asking how they felt. I confessed my love for them. She spanked my rear with the back of her brush over and over. She told me how naughty it was and said they were for girls, not boys. She spanked me more and more, and each time it hurt more. I lost it in the yoga pants. She now sometimes makes me sleep wearing them. I love it. She calls me her yoga sissy boy. I love her.
— Bill, 29