SPH: Humiliated Again and Again

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Some choice! I was going to be spanked either way! My choice was to submit to my fiancé, or be humiliated by having to drop my pants and let her watch my mom reduce me to a sniveling, sobbing 10 year old. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t be too hard on me, so I said, “Ok. You win!” As the poor boy started tumbling around in the air from the way he had been flustered, the two girls immediately went to work. With his arms and legs being rendered unable to do much, it was easy for Ochako to pull his boxers off him. That little wet piece of underwear was discarded alongside the rest of the clothes he had already removed, leaving him totally exposed.

When the lecture was over Debby said “OK, lets show Sandra what I’ve been talking about.” She told me to get up and stand by the chair. She told me to “get ready” which means STRIP! FAST! I took my clothes off without meeting Sandra’s eyes. Debby walked over to the chair and pulled me over her lap. She shifted me into position and said to Sandra “see this could have solved all your marriage problems.” Debby started slow, lecturing all the time about manners, bad habits and generally being a good husband. The paddle came down harder and faster until I was moaning and tears were in my eyes. Debby would interject her lecture to me by saying things to Sandra like, “See, I told you it works” and, “Don’t forget, you’re the judge of what it takes”. When Debby finally let up she gave me a couple of seconds to catch my breath still over her lap and said to Sandra “see how easy it is?” I was sent to the corner, still naked while Debby and Sandra talked a little about what had happened. I heard Sandra say that it was certainly interesting and gave her something to think about. After Sandra left, Debby rubbed a cooling lotion on my butt (which she never does, after all its supposed to hurt), and gave me a big hug and kiss for being such a good guy, helping her to help her friend. And denying my motives . . . Ma’am. Yes, Ma’am, I confess that I did that, too. And I am truly sorry, for all of it.”I heard her raise the paddle again as she resumed my punishment. This time it was forty strokes, slow and measured. Each one bringing an involuntary cry of pain from me as the paddle burned across my naked bottom. “I see I’m getting your attention,” she sarcastically commented as she laid a particularly hard stroke at the bottom of my cheeks. She continued looking at me up & down and then one day when I returned home from school and I changed into my undies and took a shower...when I came out of the shower she asked me if I put on deodorant. I didn't. She came to me in the bath room told me to lift up my arms...at this point I as well into my 13th year of life and my pubic hair was growing...she said look in the mirror, you see you are growing hair...she rubbed my armpits and smelled her fingers and she made me smell her fingers and it smelled like soap but I know I needed to smell fresher...she said with hair, you get bacteria and it can smell so I need to put on deodorant. She took some out of the cabinet and made me apply deodorant onto my armpits. This was agreeable to me, but she had something more. She asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration, I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy, but just to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request.

OK, since you are admitting trying to hurt my feelings with the silent treatment, don’t you think there is a better, more appropriate answer to that question? I had been on my best behavior for a couple of weeks because I knew that Debbie was having a really hard time at work. It wasn’t bad enough that she lost out of the promotion she was entitled to, but Ed from another division with a bad reputation as a sneak and manipulator got it. Debbie’s best friend at work Elaine was calling every night to complain about “the new” guy. Every day Debbie came home more upset and on edge. Having signed the DWC contract I knew I had committed myself to except any discipline that Debbie sees fit at any time. Having Debbie so tense and nervous at home really started to effect me, even though I was doing my best to be on top of everything at home, I could tell that “office trouble” was causing Debbie anxiety and stress. Every night, while the calls between Elaine and Debbie became longer and longer, I tried to be cheerful and accommodating. I opened the door for Sandra; She’s a very attractive woman, about forty. You could tell that she was a little nervous meeting me and seemed in general to be a little bit “mousy.” Debby had asked me to grill some salmon for lunch but after it was done I stayed outside doing some yard work so the girls could talk. I wasn’t trying to listen but I could hear at one point that Sandra was crying softly, a little later there was some mischievous laughter from both ladies.

My Roommate Knows my Fetish chapter 3 by TinySmalls1138, literature

The next day I called the local newspaper with an ad that the ladies had written the previous night. It read, My appreciation is to share his testimony for the world to know the good work Dr Akhigbe has done for me and he will do the same for you.

Debby and I are getting more comfortable in the DWC lifestyle in our house, but except for a small group of like minded friends with whom we get together, no one else really “knows” about my discipline. About two months ago Debby started talking about a new woman in her office named Sandra. She’s just been through a rough divorce and is apparently having a hard time. Debby and Sandra have been having lunch frequently lately. Last week over dinner Debby was talking about Sandra and said “I’ve told her about us”. I asked her what she meant (not thinking) and she informed me that she told Sandra I get spanked for discipline and any time Debby sees fit. I was a little surprised but didn’t think much of it until the next Saturday when Debby told me that she had invited Sandra over for lunch. The exams were always the same, he would look down my throat, take a throat culture using a swab, he would have my lay day on the exam table, he would listen to my heart...feel around my chest and work his hands down my lower tummy and then place his hands underneath my waistband of my undies and feel the base of my penis. I would always start having an erection. I ran LITERALLY into Lydia!!! She laughed and said "Were you skinny dipping? Ha! I miss that from my childhood..." A thought came to mind. I called my mom and told he about my two run-ins and what they had said. She said that it seems like they both prefer to be nude so... Why not politely invite them to disgard their clothing if they really do like being natural? I had to agree, I admitted to her that I thought they are both very attractive. (I forgot to mention that when my mother and I saw each other nude it became easier to open up to each other.) She told me to go ahead and "invite" them then. I found them both talking outside and I told them I definatly would not mind if they wanted to go natural. They both eagerly agreed and threw off their clothes. Now a days the "party" attendants, Lydia, and Jennifer (the pool girl) stay nude almost all the time and we are all very open with each other on all matters. This was a new wrinkle. She had never ever wanted me to beg to be spanked. Now she not only wanted it, she was demanding it. “Well?” she questioned. “Ma’am, I have been a very naughty boy and deserve your loving discipline. I beg you to spank my bare bottom as long and as hard as you think necessary. The spanking should be such that I will not soon forget what will happen if I go against your wishes or otherwise act naughty. I ask that you spank me now, as I need it and want to be purged of all my guilt.”It wasn't that my sisters never got a spanking, but it seem like when they got their spankings, they were always allowed to get it in their bedroom. I never recall any of my sisters having to strip down in front of the family. I honestly think my mother did this to just me to make it worse on me and embarrass me. With the cum slowly running down his face, Deku could only imagine how everyone would react to his current predicament. Probably by laughing at him and using him, just like these two had. Just the thought was enough to make him blush all over. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to endure all of this.

He was standing on the seat beside me, pointing to his newfound erection, and I couldn’t help but laugh. So did everyone else sitting within earshot of our family. Sacrilegious or not, it was hilarious. For a while it was like old home week, sleep for seven minutes till the alarm sounded, hit the snooze and sleep another seven. I played this snooze alarm game till the last possible moment finally getting up at five fifty-eight. mmm… well, I spank his bottom until I feel better…. absolutely serious….yeah I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow over lunch. I still have a hard time with other people “knowing” what goes on, but I trust my wife, and realize that she is empowered to decide how our house is run. But now how am I going to face Elaine at the next office party?Any parent can attest that when a little boy discovers he has a penis, all social norms go out the door. They will grab, pull and point out their private parts in public with the greatest of enthusiasm. (They also tend to be completely confused when you explain that not everyone has one.)