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Username: Shylah
Post Number: 8
Registered: 10-2005
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this is a story written by myself and medici, a male switch (who I call Bratface!)
Hope you enjoy it!
THE BOY
written by Shylah and Medici
A diary of the punishment of a sub male by his Mistress who prefers to call him Her “boy”.
MISTRESS: I stood looking at him presenting himself to Me and admired his firm bare cheeks. They were much too white and needed some color. Especially since he had been so negligent in his duties. He needed a lesson and I was going to make sure he did not forget it this time. I stood watching his nervousness and smiled to Myself as I picked up the paddle.
THE BOY: i felt so shivery and nervous with anticipation as i stood in front of Mistress today, waiting for Her to punish me for not doing my duties properly... made my stomach tighten (as well as other things!) when She picked up that paddle.
MISTRESS: I walked up behind him and ran My hand over his smooth cheeks and up his back...down again to his cheeks. I tapped the paddle on his bare bum watching him quiver knowing he knew what was going to take place.
THE BOY: She really drew out the anticipation of my punishment this time, teasing and stroking me, letting me feel the paddle on my bared bottom... She KNOWS what that does to me!
MISTRESS: I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "You know what I'm going to do with you tonight, boy?" I laughed out loud as I saw the look of anguish cross his face.
THE BOY: oh godsss...and when she whispered in my ear my whole body seemed to shiver at Her words - i'm sure She could see it in my face - as well as other tell-tale signs! But She always makes sure i know what i did wrong and why i'm going to be punished.. usually by scolding me.
MISTRESS: I walked around to the front of My boy, and noticed his erection standing at attention. I looked at him in the eye. "I think my boy is wanting his punishment" I said as I circled around him, "I think he loves it when I punish him. Don't you, my pet?" I saw him shiver again and patted him on his smooth firm cheeks.
THE BOY: She made me blush when She commented on my aroused state and i had to bite my lip when She asked if i loved being punished by Her... did i nod just a little? or was it simply a tremble? Either way, i know my bum will burn hot and sore tonight
MISTRESS: I leaned in again to whisper once again in his ear. "My pet, you DO love My punishments or you wouldn't keep doing things to make sure you get punished." I placed the cool paddle against his bare bum again, tapping it lightly...just enough to get My message across.
THE BOY: i know i whined just a little when she made a comment about being being bad just to get spanked "i TRY not to disappoint You, Mistress!" And then i made the mistake of lowering my eyes.. even though i KNOW She gets cross about it.
MISTRESS: I held the paddle firmly and SMACKED his bum hard. "You KNOW I do NOT approve when you lower your eyes!" I looked to the spanking bench and pointed to it. "Get in position, boy, and do it quick!"
THE BOY: Even though i knew the spank was coming (for looking down) i still yelped and jumped when the paddle smacked down.. and propelled me to the spanking bench, knowing i had best not anger Her more or i wouldn't sit down for a while!
MISTRESS: I watched him get in position and noticed his nervousness. It humored Me to see the boy looking so nervous. I walked up slowly, letting My high heels tap the floor with determination so he would hear Me approach.
THE BOY: i wondered as i lay over that bench, hearing Her approach me, if She saw the nervous twitching of my vulnerably presented bare bottom. And i wondered, with a small shiver if She was warming my bum up for the cane - or even the rattans - this time.
MISTRESS: Once again I ran My hand over his well presented bare bum, loving the feel of the smoothness but also wanting to feel the welts I planned on placing there as well.
THE BOY: I know i groaned softly when She drew out the anticipation, Her hand caressing my soft bum - its been days since She last whacked me and it was a pale and enticing target for Her.
MISTRESS: "Let's start with a nice warm up, shall we? Say 20 with My favorite paddle." I drew back and with a firm hold, began smacking that white bum, lightly at first and then increasing the smacks harder and harder. I did not let up until all 20 had been administered.
THE BOY: I only got a second or so to understand Her little comment about 'warming up' before She started spanking me. I managed to remain still and quiet until the last couple of hard spanks... cos She started as usual, slow and steady but toward the end was really whacking my poor bum!
MISTRESS: I stood back to admire My work. The redness was coming out nicely. "We will have to work on your bad memory, boy. You seem to forget your duties AND your rules!" I walked over to My table of implements trying to decide what to use next...the Ferula? The cane? The leather tawse? I wanted to make sure he did not falter again for a long time.
THE BOY: As i lay there feeling my bottoms burn spread through me i thought about what She said about my bad memory.. but all i could think was 'what will She use next!?' i know my hot bottom was twitching with every sound She made.
MISTRESS: I chose the Ferula for the next session. The cool rubber implement felt heavy but firm in My hand. I walked over to the boy and tapped it against his bum. "We will now have a nice, lovely 30 with this. And then, boy, you will feel the RATTAN5!" I drew back and began My flurry with hard determination. As I watched the redness deepen, I knew that with each smack, I was having the desired effect.
THE BOY: i didn't have long to wait to find out what She had planned for this session... almost as soon as i felt the cool rubber of the ferule it was scorching down across my squirming bottom,. stinging and burning deeply, and i couldn't help yelping right from the start.. and the prospect of the rattans visiting my poor beleaguered bottom made me gasp.
MISTRESS: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each one was music to My ears. He began to cry out with the pain of them and that made Me smile.
THE BOY: i don't know how i managed to keep hold of the lower rung of the bench as She all-but blistered my bare bottom with the ferula...maybe it was the thought that She would tie me down and start over if i reached back during my punishment. i think i kicked a little once or twice.
MISTRESS: When I finished the 30, I walked over to pick up the RATTAN5...a nice implement I had ordered him to fashion. Five rattan canes banded together and with a leather grip at the end. Each time I used it, he would have welts for days. I would make him drop his pants so I could examine them daily.
THE BOY: i was wriggling all over the spanking bench by the time She had finished using the ferula to scorch my poor bum and was huffing as i heard her heels clip clop away and then back to me... did i whimper just a little? i'm not sure
MISTRESS: "Now, boy" I said as I approached him again, "This time you are going to feel this for more than just days." I "swished" the implement through the air a few times wanting him to hear it and know he would soon be feeling it on his bum. And I looked forward to feeling the welts rise up across those firm cheeks.
THE BOY: i KNOW i whimpered when i heard that whippy implement swishing through the air behind me! And of course i flinched, expecting to feel it right there and then. i know better than to clench my sore bottom.. but when i hear that rattan its so hard not to!
MISTRESS: "Relax, My pet. I haven't begun yet." I smiled to Myself. He knew what was coming. I did not tell him how many I was going to administer. I decided that as part of his punishment, he would have to wonder and wait...wait for the ending...which was not soon in coming!
THE BOY: i gripped the rung of the bench tightly, knowing, when that implement started searing across my bottom, that i would need every erg of will to stop from trying to stop its wicked sting invading my rump.. the wait was killing me though! caught between the devil and the deep blue sea - wanting it to be over so i could nurse my welted bottom.. and hoping She would change Her mind... ha!...some hope!
MISTRESS: I paused. I knew the anticipation was building in him. The evidence of his erection proved that. The more I spanked and punished him, the harder and more erect he became. That is how I knew I was having My desired effect.
THE BOY: Finally, when i could stand it no longer, and was about to burst (in one spectacular way!) i felt myself pushing my reddened bottom out toward Her, sort-of inviting Her to whack it!
MISTRESS: Seeing him present himself to Me, inviting Me, I began. SWISHHHHH...WACKKKKK!! Over and over again, pausing in between each 5 to reaffirm My grip. SWISHHHH...WACKKKKKKKK!!! I watched the welts rise and pattern his bum with their deep red lines.
THE BOY: And when She started, the sensations were indescribable.. i was breathless yet wailing one long loud squeal, bucking and writhing over the bench as the canes laid track after trail of searing striping sting across my bottom the rattans seemed to reached between my cheeks when, in reaction, i rose on tiptoes, scalded bottom wiggling about madly
MISTRESS: Again and again I laid the rattans across his bum. Again and again he squealed, cried out, begging Me to stop, to cease the punishment. I continued on until I had given him 50 strokes. I then reached over to feel the welts. His bum was hot, the welts were burning and I knew he still felt each one.
THE BOY: The thrashing seemed to last an eternity, one where i was completely engrossed in the stinging heat pervading my swollen bottom. How i stayed in position throughout the punishment i have no idea. My throat was tender with hoarse yelling and pleading for mercy by the end, when i slumped sobbing over the bench. Strangely, my erection seemed to throb in time with the scorching welts.
MISTRESS: I rubbed his bum, enjoying the feel of the welts, enjoying the feel of the warmth. I swam in the deliciousness of his discomfort. "You may get up now, boy. And fetch the punishment mat and the low stool. Place them in the middle of the room."
THE BOY: I was beginning to enjoy the touch of Her hand on my welted sore bottom but when i heard Her order me to fetch the stool and the punishment mat i whined for a second before biting my lip and doing as i was told - for i knew She would increase my punishment if i didn't.
MISTRESS: I watched him bring out the punishment mat. It is a door mat, made from coconut, very scratchy. I made him sit on it after each spanking. It increased the sting of his spanks and welts. Using the low stool made sure he placed all his weight on his bum. He would have to sit straight with his hands on his head, his feet together and flat on the floor in front of him. That placed maximum force to his bum as he sat there. I then ordered him to sit down and laughed as he began to cry out.
THE BOY: i was sooo reluctant to sit on the dreaded punishment mat after that severe thrashing, knowing my poor bottom would really be uncomfortable... i looked pleadingly at my stern Mistress but saw no reprieve there and so, gingerly, sat upon the mat, gasping and whimpering at the contact with my sore stripes
MISTRESS: I walked over and stroked his cheek, wet with tears. I took out a tissue and gently wiped them away. "Oh My poor boy, do you realize how much enjoyment you give Me when I have to punish you?" I ran My fingers through his hair and stroked his cheek again.
THE BOY: i sniffled and began to relax when she tenderly wiped my tears away.. not that i got any relief from the discomfort of that darned mat!! But Her comment about enjoying punishing me had my jutting cock, highly visible in this position, twitch with hope.
MISTRESS: I stood in front of him and straddled his legs, I took his face in my hands and drew him to me, burying his face in my breasts. His hands still on his head as he knew he should, I reached up and took them and place them around my waist. Holding him close and stroking his hair.
THE BOY: my gasp when She straddled my legs and drove my sore bottom harder into the mat was muffled between Her breasts.
MISTRESS: "Stand up now, boy." I stood back so he could rise, his erection was full and I felt stirrings in My crotch. I reached down and took his hard member in My hand, smiled into his face...and led him to the bedroom still holding his erect cock. My boy would then show Me his devotion.
THE BOY: It was with a combination of vast relief at being allowed off the punishment mat and the desire i felt when She gripped my throbbing erection, but my face lit up with pleasure as i was pulled toward the bedroom! In there i would prove i was more than a bottom to punish!
I DIDN'T DO IT!! I'm innocent I tell ya!! INNOCENT!! TRUST ME!!!
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