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Posted:Oct 4, 2020 9:33 am
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That is my name the why.?
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Recent role-play meeting
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Posted:Jul 6, 2012 6:45 am
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2020 7:16 am 23565 Views
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I had an awesome punishment session recently. It was a role- where I was apologizing for a minor car accident. She beat my ass long and hard starting with her hand over her lap. Then she made bend over a hassock and went town with a wooden hair hairbrush. The she used a belt . And finally back the hairbrush. Whew!
In the past my ass would go somewhat numb and the blows wouldn't hurt as much. But this time the pain kept getting worse! I was near using my safe word when she ended the punishment. My throat was so dry from pleading that I could barely ask her for a drink of water when it was over. She met me here, bb aa dd bo yy then why, who.
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College Days
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Posted:Apr 26, 2012 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2018 5:13 am 25597 Views
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I've never revealed this to anyone before but I thought now would be the time.----------
Dad always said, "you have to go to college and you have to join a fraternity if you want to get anywhere in life". This was drilled into me for years as a . So at age 19 when I finally got into college of course I became a pledge at the most respected fraternity at the school. I met all the requirements and the one thing that was left was the initiation or "hazing" as they now call it. I had to receive 12 strokes with a paddle and then be put on display in the frat lounge as proof of my initiation. Arrangements were made and I was instructed to go to the sorority house and make my way to the basement. Once there I found a padded sawhorse in the middle of the room. I removed all of my clothes and laid over the sawhorse with my arms and legs mimicking the shape of the sawhorse. At the bottom of each leg were small belts to restrain my arms and legs.
After a while I heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind me. Then a female voice said, "Well, the new pledge boy." I heard the sound of a paper bag and the rattle of a board (paddle) being place on the floor. She then came behind me and fastened the belts to my wrists and ankles. "There", she said, "That should keep you in place. My sisters have chosen me to administer your initiation but they would like a record of the event for their future amusement. So I'll just start this tape recorder before I begin." Back then it was a cassette recorder, no mp3's at that time.
She then walked in front of me and asked "What is your name pledge?"
I didn't want to look up at her but I could see that she was wearing a mini-skirt and had beautiful legs. "Ray Foster" I said in a weak voice.
"And what is your requirement as a new pledge?" she said. In a stronger voice I said "I am to receive 12 strokes with the paddle". I was often paddled as a and was confident this would not be a problem for me. Getting into the frat was paramount for me, I had to, as my dad threatened to cut off my spending money and possibly my college funding if I failed. Then she said, "Well I'm not just going to give you your ticket to the fraternity, your going to have to beg me for it. So let me hear your pleas". I said “please paddle my ass”, in a mocking tone. In a huff she said, “if that’s going to be your attitude then I’ll just leave and tell the frat president that you chickened out. Is that what you want?”. “No, no” I said quickly. Then in a more pleading voice I said, “please paddle me hard Miss so that I can show the marks to the frat brothers.” “That’s a little better but I’m still not convinced”, she said. Then in a chilling tone she said, “look at me”.
Startled, I look at her face. It was Carol, who lived in my neighborhood until moving away 2 years ago. I had spent many nights fantasizing about fucking her while I was in high school. She was 2 years older than me so I had no chance of it really happening though. And now here I am naked and on display and she is forcing me to beg her to paddle me. This was not my dream. “Carol“, I said in a choked voice. “Yes Ray I do remember you, do you remember Jimmy? “ Jimmy was her little brother he was a year younger than me and had a lisp. I used tease him all through school because of it. I called him ‘sissy-fag‘, especially when he was around his friends.
“Uh, yeah”, I said hesitantly. “Well”, she said, “Jimmy and I have always been very close. He used to come home all upset and tell me how you would tease and taunt him. Many nights I would hear him crying at bedtime. I often wanted to corner you and punch you in the nose for him. And now look, here I have the chance to get revenge for Jimmy after all”. As she said this she pulled from the bag a life-like dildo. “In order to convince me to paddle you, you’re going to have to make love to this cock. Look here, I’ve written on the base of it “Jimmy’s Cock”. If you do a good job of it, then I’ll paddle you”.
“But Carol”, I protested, “that’s not part of my initiation”.
“It is now”, she said, “suck Jimmy’s Cock or you don’t get the paddling and you don’t get into the frat”.
I had no choice I had to get in. She held to dildo up under my nose and said, “Suck it”. This can’t be I thought, this is a nightmare, I’ll wake up soon. But she jabbed it at me again. “I said lick it or I walk out now”. I looked up at her with pleading almost tearful eyes. “Last chance”, she said sternly. Slowly I stuck out my tongue and felt the tip of the dildo. I know it was plastic but it looked real, I felt so ashamed. “I knew you wanted it, now get it wet and wrap your lips around Jimmy’s Cock”.
When she said that I felt so humiliated! She forced it in and out of my mouth telling me to squeeze it hard with my lips. When she finally stopped the roof of my mouth was sore and my lips hurt and my saliva was running down over my chin.. Just before she pulled it out she said my name and I looked up into a flash of light. “Jimmy’s going love this picture” she said as I heard the print being ejected from the Polaroid camera.
“Ok, now you get your paddling”!
“Finally”, I thought, “I can get this over with and join the frat.
Carol went behind me and I heard her pick up the paddle. “Now I want you to count each smack and then thank me in your most sincere voice”.
WHACK!
My breath left me briefly and then I said , “one, thank you Carol”. This was more painful than I thought it would be.
WHACK!
With a swallow I said, “two, thank you Carol”.
WHACK!
“AHH!! Three, thank you Carol”.
After the sixth WHACK! she said, “I think my summer tennis lessons have really improved my for-arm stroke, don’t you think Ray?”
At ten it became too much for me and I screamed, “stop! I quit, I quit”
But she paid no heed and landed the last two anyway.
When I caught my breath at last, I thought, “wow, I made it, I’m finally going to make dad proud of me”.
As I lay heaving on the paddle , I heard the paddle bounce on the floor. Then I heard the rustling of the bag and some other strange noises. My head hanging low, I saw Carol’s sexy legs walk up in front of me. I raised my head following her legs higher and suddenly my eyes bulged in fear. She was wearing a leather harness around her hips and jutting from the front of it was Jimmy’s Cock! In her left hand she held a jar of Vaseline and with her right she was coating the dildo.
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----Recounting this scene has gotten me rock hard. I hope you don't mind if I type with one hand for a while.----------
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“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time”, she said.
“No!!!, you can’t do that to me. I’m only here for a paddling.” I bucked and jerked at my bindings, but they were too strong, I could not free myself.
Carol walked behind me and with one hand she pulled one ass cheek over and put a glob of Vaseline on my anus and rubbed it around. I couldn’t believe this, she was going to my ass and there was nothing I could do about it.
I felt her finger on my anus again and she pressed forward. I clenched as hard as I could but her slender finger easily wormed it’s way into my butt hole. She worked it around a little and then withdrew it. Next I felt the head of Jimmy’s Cock up against my hole, it felt like a baseball bat was being pressed against me. Slowly she increased the force and moved it around slightly. Again I clenched but she pushed and pushed and my sphincter gave way.
“Ahhhhh!”, I screamed, “take it out, take it out!”. The pain was immense I could barely stand it. I was sure that she ripped my anus and I would have to go to the hospital.
She held it there still for a while, but the pain remained. All the while I was yelling for her to pull it out. But she did not. Instead she slowly started pumping in and out. After a while the pain lessened. In an evil laughing voice Carol said, “now who’s the sissy-fag? Here you are, you’ve sucked cock, begged for a paddling, and now your getting your ass fucked. Ha ha ha ha!” Then I felt a familiar feeling, the start of an orgasm! Before I knew it I was overcome with the most intense orgasm that I ever had, my body tensed then jerked uncontrollably as the orgasm flooded over me. Carol was laughing with glee now and continued to pound my ass with Jimmy’s Cock.
She finally withdrew and then gathered her gear together. As she undid my straps, she said, “you’ll make a fine display trophy in the frat lounge today. Then she grabbed my clothes and headed up the stairs.
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Somehow I feel better now that I've put this into words, I'm glad I wrote it down.----
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Gym class fantasy (based loosely on fact)
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Posted:Dec 27, 2011 8:56 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2020 9:58 am 25627 Views
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He was in 7th grade gym class and was very self-concious about his private parts. At the beginning of the school year the gym teacher, Mr. Sturn, explained to the class about the importance of wearing a jock strap. It was for their protection and they were to wear one whenever they changed into their gym uniforms. Ray understood this but his shyness would not let him expose himself to all the other . After all it was just one big locker room and everyone could see each other.
So every week Ray would quickly slip his gym shorts over his underwear and complete the class without wearing his jockstrap. Of course he would never take a shower either, that would be horrific for him.
Well either he was not as sneeky as he thought or perhaps some of the other shy were not as discrete as him because everyone was once again warned about wearing their jockstraps during gym class. To Ray this meant that he had to be really careful when he changed. He surely wasn't going to let everyone see his 'thing'.
A week went by and nothing else was said on the matter so Ray figured he was doing well.
But the next class Mr. Sturn had everyone come out to the basketball court and sit cross legged in rows on the floor. There were about 45 in the class. Mr. Sturn then walked up and down the rows and lifted the leg of each student’s gym shorts to see if he was wearing a jockstrap.
Five were found to be wearing underwear instead of a jockstrap. Of course Ray was caught. They were told to go to the front of the class, face the group and place their hands on their heads. Ray was at one end of the line-up. Mr. Sturn scolded them for a few minutes and then told all five of them to pull their gym shorts down to their ankles and put their hands back on their heads. Ray was in shock, but did as the others did and lowered his shorts. Mr. Sturn then told them that they had to learn not to be embarrassed about their bodies. 'Everyone here has the same parts and there is nothing to be ashamed of'. Then to Ray's horror Mr. Sturn told them to pull their underwear down to their ankles and return their hands to their heads.
Ray could not believe what he heard. He looked at the other four and watched as they slowly began to follow the instructions. He didn't want to, everything in him said "no you can't let them see", but helplessly he followed suit and pushed his underwear down to his shorts. Slowly he stood up and saw forty staring at him. Many of them were smirking and giggling. He wanted to shrink down into the floor. He slowly brought his hands back to his head. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes.
Mr. Sturn admonished the class, 'no giggling'. He then told the five to spread their legs as far as their shorts would allow. They all complied. Ray could feel the cool air flow between his legs and around his balls and dick. His legs were shaky and wobbly. He could taste his tears at the corners of his mouth. Suddenly Ray heard gasps from the onlookers. He turned his eyes to where they were looking and saw Mr. Sturn pulling a paddle out from his gym satchel.
Fear had now replaced Ray's embarrassment. He had never been paddled before. And now his first paddling would be on his bare ass. How hard would he swing? How much would it hurt? Why didn't he just wear the stupid jockstrap?
Mr. Sturn stepped behind boy number one at the far end from Ray. 'Andy, I know of three times that you didn't wear a jockstrap. You will get three swats of the paddle. Keep your hands on your head, look straight ahead, and do not move.'
Ray heard a crack (it was terribly loud in the empty gym) and then the boy cry out 'ahh!'. Two more resounding cracks with the same results. Andy was then told to keep his hands on his head and walk through the seated audience back to the locker room and put his jockstrap on before returning.
Ray watched as Andy, crying, shuffled through the other boys toward the locker room. All eyes were on him and as he passed, heads turned to look at his very red ass. As Ray watched Andy's red butt waddle to the locker room he knew that his turn was coming. He thought 'how can I do it, everyone will be watching.'
Mr. Sturn next came to Robert. Robert blurted out 'I forgot my jockstrap, this is my only time, please I forgot it.' Mr. Sturn said, 'Now Robert I saw with my own eyes just last week that you didn't put on a jockstrap. For lying you will now get four swats instead of just the two you would have gotten. Keep your hands on your head or you will get that swat reapplied.' As before loud cracks of the paddle, crying and tears, and then Robert had to make his way to the locker room. Ray watched as Robert's bright red ass cheeks jiggled on their way. He couldn't keep his eyes off of them, something he didn't understand held his interest. When Robert disappeared into the locker room all eyes returned to the line-up. Suddenly Ray realized that the in front of him were pointing and laughing. Ray looked down to where they were pointing and he couldn't believe it, his penis was standing at attention angled sharply at the gym ceiling! What! How could this be, standing in front of all these with his boner on naked display. So humiliating, his tears were now dripping onto the floor. Mr. Sturn said 'class, we all get erections, it's not something we need to laugh about. Besides I'm sure that will change when I apply the paddle.'
The next two each got three swats and exited the gym. All the while Ray's dick remain hard as wood. Ray was in a daze, on display, exposed, an uncontrollable erection, and now he was to be paddled in front of everyone.
Mr. Sturn said, 'Ray, how many times have you worn a jockstrap to gym class?' Ray was in a fog, 'none' he said. 'None', said Mr. Sturn, 'Eight classes without a jockstrap. Well your honesty is laudable but you may regret it when I'm done. Now don't move your hands, you don't want this to be any worse.'
The gym was quiet as Ray held his breath, he sensed movement and heard the crack. The pain was so abrupt and overwhelming that he immediately brought his hands to his ass.
'Ray! hands on your head.' said Mr. Sturn.
'Since that one didn't count you have eight to go.'
His ass was ablaze, how can I take eight more of these he thought. As the second swat landed his hips shot forward and his still hard dick bobbed in the air for everyone's amusement. After the forth stinging swat Ray looked down at his persistent hard-on and saw a foot long string of pre-cum hanging from its tip. When the fifth swat landed he watched the pre-cum get flung into the air as his hips lunged forward. The shame was too much, he was crying in gasps now.
When it was finally over, nine swats, Ray hobbled through the group and they smirked as he passed by.
Ray would be the object of jokes and jeers for months to come.
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