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Sissy Husband "The evidence is a little mixed Sir, and historians disagree about whether or not whipping boys, and whipping girls for that matter, really existed or not. The first mention of a whipping boy came in 1605 in Samuel Rowley's play 'When You See Me, You Know Me.' After that, they were quite frequently mentioned in literature. But there are a couple of historical references to them as well. I tend to be of the school of thought that they were very real, indeed. At a minimum, in Eastern monarchies, but I tend to think in Europe as well." "Way too much fucking information professor, I'm not one of your loser students. 'School of thought.' What bullshit! So, what do you think of my idea, babe?" "Yes, I think that could work. I don't want to be apart from you for so long again. Please, just fuck me now." "Now wait just a minute, babe. Let's get into the proper mood first. I just know your whipping sissy boi here shares your woke, bleeding heart beliefs that we argued about last time. So, Lari's going to take the punishment for you that I didn't get to finish last time. I know seeing that will get you nice and randy, too. Kill two birds with one stone." "I'm randy already Master, believe me. Please just let take me now. I've been waiting SO long." "Now, now, a little more waiting isn't gonna kill you. Boi, put on your white tights and fetch that new thin cane I hung downstairs awhile back. Time we finally try it out." "Yes Master, yes Sir." I pulled out my tights from the bottom dresser drawer changed right in front of them, feeling my little cock stiffen. I then ran downstairs and retrieved the cane. When I got back up to the bedroom, I presented it to Master Luke in the manner in which I had been taught: on bended knee before him, head bowed, and arms extended, holding the cane flat on my upturned palms. He took a key off the key chain in his pocket, and handed it to me. "You may remove your chastity cage form your tiny clitty. I know your wife enjoys seeing your little cock get hard when I beat your cute bubble butt." After I removed it and handed him back the key, Luke said, "Okay sissy boi, stand up, spread you legs apart, bend over and touch your toes." "Yes Sir." Luke swished the supple cane in the air three times, standing next to me. He said to Brooke, "Time to tune in for the latest episode of the Misadventures of Tightsboy, the most pathetic superhero in history. Go ahead and touch yourself, babe. You know you love watching me put your loser, libtard sissy husband in his place." Luke tapped the cane against my buttocks a few times. This honestly was the most erotic part for me; my humiliating position, completely at Luke's mercy, knowing that Brooke was watching, excited, expectant. I knew from experience that once the punishment began, what was arousing a moment ago quickly turned into pure agony. I was rock hard, but they couldn't see my tiny erection the way I was bent over. I looked across Brooke sitting on the bed and she indeed was fingering herself. I kept bracing myself for the first swat, but Luke made me wait for it, the cane resting motionlessly on my bottom for about 90 seconds. The room was silent, except for my heart beating and the barely audible sound of Brooke rubbing skin against skin. Then, in a flash, Luke struck. The bite of this new, thinner cane was searing. To keep my mind off the pain, I tried to envision myself in a royal court, the King, Queen and errant teenage prince looking on, along with many other noblemen, women and their , enjoying the spectacle of delicious injustice of the whipping sissy boi suffering for his prince's misdeeds. It was a vivid picture I had in my head, but it was insufficient to distract me from the intensity of the pain. After the second stroke, Luke pulled down my tights to my knees. It was a totally superfluous action, as they offered no protection whatsoever from the sting. Luke swished the cane again before delivering the third and fourth strokes. I reflexively lifted my right leg up after the fourth. He then made me wait again, rubbing the cane along the welts that were no doubt already forming on my bottom. I heard Brooke moan softly as she continued to pleasure herself. Abruptly, with incredible swiftness and ferocity, Luke struck again. "If you're so smart Lari, how come you're bent over getting your ass beat while I'm up here -- someone who barely graduated high school -- dishing out the punishment? Makes you wonder who's really the smart one? Doesn't it, babe?" "You're the smart one, baby. No question," Brooke said between her soft moans. "And what about you, Professor? Who do you think is the smart one is between us?" "All the evidence would suggest you are Sir," I replied, trying to hold back my tears. And then came the sixth stroke. Luke did not announce how many he planned to give me, and I began to panic. "Sure looks that way," he said. He laughed. "You'll be sucking my huge cock so I can fuck your gorgeous wife". Then he delivered the seventh and eighth strokes in quick succession. "Mercy Sir, I'll be a good cuck" I said, bringing my leg up again. The tears were now streaming down my face. "Maybe someone in your position, PROFESSOR Ross might want to try using the word master instead of sir. Or maybe sire; that's sir with an e at the end, but it's more appropriate. I am your king, after all. I think that would be the smart thing to do, if you really want me to show you some mercy. You see, I'm not a bleeding heart. I am the opposite." "Mercy Master. Sire. Please, I'm begging you." "One more, for good measure." With the 10th stroke, I fell to my knees. When I finally was able to compose myself somewhat, I got down on my belly and began kissing Luke's bare feet. "Thank you, Sire, for showing your whipping boi mercy." "You're not my whipping boi, prof. You're your wife's. You're my slave. Now pull up your tights and then stand in the corner. Face the wall. You don't get to watch this time." He then turned to Brooke on the bed and said, "OK, wench, your wait is finally over. Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks." "Yes Sir, thank you Master." For the next 45 minutes, I listened to my king take my wife. The moans, the slaps, the whimpering, the groaning, the yelps, the begging. I had never heard Brooke so vocal before, and had to use my imagination to envision exactly what was happening behind me. My ass was on fire, but before too long, my tiny clitty began to harden again. When it was finally over, I had to guess that Brooke had climaxed at least twice, maybe three times. Luke said to me, "You can turn around now. How's your ass feeling?" "It's extraordinarily painful, Master." "Good. I guess that new cane works pretty well, huh? Look at his little cock, babe. I guess he gets off on the pain. Pathetic. Get on your knees Lari and clean this mess off my big cock." I crawled over to him on my knees, and began my humiliating task. I had done this once before. Brooke had warned me in advance that this demand would be forthcoming. I'd expressed my love for cum. Who was I to question the trust that my lady had placed in someone? I was in heaven as I licked up Luke's semen off his still hard cock, which was still impressively large, despite his recent, copious ejaculation. After I finished licking him clean, he ordered me to lick Brooke clean as well. This took some time as there were multiple parts of her anatomy involved. He reclined next to her on the bed, reading his iPhone, as I worked. I saw red blotches and marks all over her body, her breasts, neck, back and ass. Even her face. But also on her face, was her bright dimpled smile. "I'm so happy our little family is back together again," she sighed contentedl |
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