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Prettyboy
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Username: Prettyboy
Post Number: 4
Registered: 03-2010
| | Posted on Sunday, March 21, 2010 - 01:10 am: | 
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Bea's best friend was Millie. Bea is my wife. Bea is what you would call a womanly woman Bea may very well have an extra X chromosome and I suspect that being a pretty boy I may be XXY where most men are XY. Millie is not very feminine. She's 5'9 and about 170 pounds. She's very strong from working on a farm. Millie is the kind of woman who beats up men.
If Bea is anything she's a bottom. She has no interest in spanking me but she likes it when I spank her. It's not a big thrill for her but she likes it once in a while. Bea is one of these women who has a tough time being faithful. She is also into sessions of sexual intercourse that go on for hours. When I met be she had just split form her boyfriend. He was a true alpha male. I could never compete with him in the bedroom. Bea has never really stopped seeing him. One day we both laid our cards on the table and we agreed to allow each other to pursue our needs without any jealousy.
Bea, Millie and I had a frank discussion about that. Bea needed a stud and I needed a dom who could spank among other things. Bea is a curious woman so she wanted to see Millie spank me but she wanted a reason for Millie doing it. Because she was banging her ex due to my small member and inability to satisfy in the what she had become accustomed she figured I should be punished for my inadequacies. Bea and Millie both knew of my problems with guilt and self esteem so they figured punishment would relieve my feelings of guilt and after care would allow me to accept my inadequacies and eventually be fully accepting of my less than masculine looks and personal style.
All the talk was making all three of us hot and we all could tell. Millie just blurted out, "Shall we get started". So we did.
Millie brought our an apron and some high heels and told me to go into her bedroom and change into them. She also asked me to pout on some blush and lipstick. When I rejoined them in the parlor they both told me how hot I looked. They said that I was prettier than most women and they were right.
Millie started off by ordering me to lie across a very large ottoman. She secured my wrists to the legs while my lower legs hung hung off the other end. Millie then explained that she was going to spank my with many different implements. On the coffee table she had wooden spoons, flip flops, spatula, belt, hair brush, ping pong paddle, razor strop, riding crop, taws, and electrical cord.
Millie started me out with a hand spanking and she would stroke the back of my scrotum and testicles between blows. After a few minutes of slow erotic spanking she ordered me up and grabbed my little penis. Bea remarked that her lover was much bigger than me slack than I was hard. Then she asked me if I understood why they were sex buddies. Millie chimed in saying that is the smallest "dicklette" she had ever seen. Bea then remarked she had seen one smaller but that was on an infant. At that point I went slack so Millie then ordered me back of the ottoman face down and she reached between my legs and pulled my penis really hard and began stretching it. I once again was moaning in painful pleasure.
She let go and had me tuck my genitals under so they they would not be struck during the thrashing I was about to receive. She asked it I was ready and I said yes and all of the sudden the razor strop came down on me so hard that saw stars. She told me to call her Mistress M. I replied "yes Mistress M" and then the spanking began in earnest.
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Prettyboy
New member
Username: Prettyboy
Post Number: 5
Registered: 03-2010
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2010 - 12:15 pm: |
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Mille alternated between warm medium blows to hard burning blows with breaks and scolding in between. She told me that I was to be spanked on a regular basis. She and Bea had both reasoned that I would be much happier as a docile sissy than a wannabe real man. They continually reminded me that I did not have what it takes to be a real man. |
Yorkie69
Spanko
Username: Yorkie69
Post Number: 70
Registered: 01-2010
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2010 - 03:57 pm: |
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"They continually reminded me that I did not have what it takes to be a real man"
Are you cool with that. What is a "real man" anyway? Who gets to decide that? That's just a set of rules laid down by society and popular opinion which is not necessarily the truth. |
Warmpalm
Spanko
Username: Warmpalm
Post Number: 103
Registered: 05-2011
| | Posted on Monday, July 25, 2011 - 07:26 am: |
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I agree, Yorkie69. The term "real man" has been so abused. It's so stupid. If the notion of "a real woman" is offensive---implying a standard that all women should strive to attain---then the notion of a "real man" is offensive as well.
It's a way of disparaging a man's virility without seeming outwardly insulting about it. And again, just as it would be offensive to say or imply to a woman that she has no pussy, it's offensive to say the equivalent to a man.
A woman I had been seeing for awhile but broke up with sent me a note saying "You are impotent." It wasn't remotely true, and she knew it, she was just being as hurtful as she could think to be. It wasn't in fact hurtful, because it wasn't true, and her poisonous little note confirmed for me that I was smart to get out of that relationship. She did me kind of a favor, in a way. Which is not to say it wasn't a monstrous thing to do. |
Markiee
New member
Username: Markiee
Post Number: 2
Registered: 03-2013
| | Posted on Sunday, March 17, 2013 - 11:19 pm: |
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In college I dated a tall, strong, athletic female volleyball player who would spank me in her apartment from time to time. One night her roommate (a teammate) came home early only to witness me bent over my girlfriend's knee. She had just come back from a keg party and must have drunk all of her inhibitions away, because the next thing I knew she was laughing as she pulled me over her knee and picked up where my girlfriend left off. |
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