A Virgin's Thoughts - 2

A Boy Awakens

   One holiday morning during the first Yuletide Season of legal maturity, I woke up with my penis being sucked. I sleepily thought it was Adele, or Frida, or Lana or Lena. Heavens, is there any better way to start the day? I’d like to know, because I can’t imagine what it could be. Life isn’t all spankings and tears.

   Perfume. My eyes fluttered. Mother. But not the usual long T&T tee shirt I’ve been seeing lately. Sexy red dress, black heels sheer stirrup hose. I reacted as a normal, maturing boy who’d received enough spankings from his Mother. With a stiff prick and submissive lust.

  Toilet Troubles

   On the toilet, confusion and arousal made me constipated. Mother clamped my head between her bare legs, above the knees. I could only see her thick calves and elegant feet. Golly, she has sexy feet! I concentrated on her toes to divert my attention, but it was no use.

   Mother’s middle finger was coated in rectal grease.  The finger “relaxed” my anus, went deep in my rectum to “lubricate”. Slid in and out, side to side. I farted helplessly. Naturally, I cried.

  Suppositories & Other Sorrows  

   A boy always gets that darn grease when he’s constipated. I hate the stuff. Sure, I need it. Suppositories and enema nozzles couldn’t get into me otherwise. Not to mention female middle fingers!

   The sweetest Bath Girl’s middle finger feels enormous when it’s buried to the hilt in my rectum. With Mother, Adele, and other female relatives – their Marching Fingers up my rump feel like baseball bats.

  Grease & Stopper Miseries

   That’s actually the easy part. Rectal grease is like Genital Ointment, suppositories, and the 2^nd enema of a Triple.

   Same horrid effects – burning, itching, stinging, cramping – part of the many intense miseries of suppositories and Triple Enemas. Males call it “Rectal Hell”. (admittedly, boys suffer cramps for a variety of reasons).

   Then there’s the agony of Waiting for a female to remove the Anal Stopper. Suppository or enema, a constipated boy can’t simply poop when he feels like it. A tight Anal Stopper is lodged against his anus.

   A common Anal Stopper is like a barbell. It consists of 2 white rubber balls, smooth as eggs, connected by a short rigid staff. One ball sits outside, nested at anus. Its mate is just beyond, inside. Mercy, it feels huge!

   The time rule for a suppository is 8 to 10 minutes. Enemas about the same, depending. Spanking Timer starts when the Anal Stopper is fully inserted.

   Speaking personally on both, I’m ready by 3 minutes. Always, every time. To my crying sorrow, I’ve always endured every darn second – always, every time.

   There are different ways and positions of Waiting. The Standard Method: strapped tight prone on Enema Bench or Strapping Bench, torso inclined down, fanny high, eyes on female feet.

   Waiting can be endured in other ways. Across a lap. Bent hands on knees. Sitting on a lap. Kneeling up. Even sucking toes.

   Young boys always get Standard. I’ve had every variation. All things considered, it’s safest. The temptation to run away screaming is too great. I’ve done that a few times, outside naked, bowels churning, Anal Stopper hard and firm inside me.

  Delicate Males

   It’s a crying shame males get constipated so often. The adult male average is twice a week. Boys more. We have psychological, physical, and emotional reasons. We’re delicate creatures, with sensitive bodies that need females’ care and protection.

   I vaguely remember using the bathroom by myself. That was during my rough and tumble boyhood. I was an arrogant little guy, proud of my gender, and distinctly self-assured. Immensely proud of my wet dreams, despite the fact they were typically submissive.

   Frequent constipation started soon afterwards. Then other mature masculine traits appeared. I ran to Adele’s bed with frequent nightmares about scary females. Eventually, I needed total care in the bathroom. Wiping my own bottom, or bathing myself, became unthinkable.

  My New Suppository

   That morning, after Rectal Grease, Mother strapped me hands and knees on the Enema Bench. Arms and thighs bound tight to posts, torso canted down against the adjustable stainless steel plate.

   My chin on the padded shelf, neck angle adjusted straight forward. She walked behind me, heels clicking.

   Mother separated fanny cheeks with one hand, inserted a suppository with the other. Adele does it the same way. To the hilt, knuckles at my anus. So far up the rectum, it tickled my throat.

   But mercy! It was a monster! My eyes watered, I gulped and coughed. This was new! Worse! I heard a wet Plop when the Anal Stopper was seated.

   Heel clicks. The Enema Bench rose. My face was at Mother’s level, her lips on mine. My mouth instinctively opened, but she didn’t insert her avid tongue.

   “Whaa-wuh-what did you put into my rectum, Mother?”

   “A proper suppository, dear. Suitable for a nearly grown boy.  Size 3. Large. You’ve had 2’s long enough. It’s 3’s from now on, darling. Unless it’s a 4. Extra Large. Oh, you won’t like that slimy sausage one little bit.”

   I started to speak. But a Large suppository was melting in my guts. Ferocious agonies took my breath away. I panted and drooled, snot dribbling down my face. Mother held tissues. I blew my nose, sneezing.

   Unbearable itching. Hot pepper burning. Hornet stings. I wanted to fart, but couldn’t.

   “Oh, Mother, this is torture! Sob. Snort. Sniff.”

   “No it’s not, silly, it’s a suppository. Precisely what you need. Here’s solid proof. Your prick is hard as iron, and flowing like a faucet with nice precum.”

   Mother was fondling me. The Enema Bench descending. My prick twitched in frustration. She took her hand away, sat on a Spanking Stool, and crossed her long shapely legs.

   “Study my feet and toes like a good boy. I’ll read while we wait. This month’s issue looks quite interesting”.

   Mother and Adele’s favorite. “Domestic Discipline For Girls And Women”.

   The cover photo was ironic. Naked boy strapped hands and knees on a lowered Enema Bench, just like me. Mother on Spanking Stool at his side, legs wide apart. Middle finger of one hand up his rectum, the other deftly frigging his cock.

   Boy with a blissful expression, Mother an indulgent smirk. Headline, “Ensuring His Love and Lust Last A Lifetime.”

   Cramps. Gurgling. Rumbling. Oh my gracious. I was going to burst!

   “How much longer, Mother?”

   “Six minutes, dear.”

   I screamed. Mother calmly stood up, stuffed used panties in my mouth. Golly, sopping and pungent as Adele’s. Tangy cuntal fluids, sharp bottomcleft tastes, feminine musk.

  My Two Big Cousins

   Two girls walked in. Light brown hair pageboy style. School uniforms and heel sandals. Heavens, they looked so young, innocent, and pretty. Too young to see this. Big and tall, though.

   “Richard, these are your twin girl cousins, Lena and Lana. They will tend to you often from now on.”

   I was past caring about the outside world, seething with pain and intense gastric distress. A suppository comes in twins, too. The twins of Rectal Hell. Need to poop so strong and cramping, it might come out my nose. Suppository pain and itch to drive me mad.

   Spanking Timer rang. Mother unstrapped and carried me to toilet. Bent my body, fanny thrust out. Her fingers removed the Anal Stopper. Standing in front, she gently lowered me onto the toilet seat.

   Farts always come first. Loud, low pitched, bladdering blubbering flubbering. The moist obscene sounds of gas escaping the deep confines of fat male bottomcheeks. It smells noxious to males, but not to females, for some reason.

   Then pooping. More pooping. And yet more. Females take a keen interest in every aspect, but I’m a man. Completely uninterested in the subject.

   Finally, Mother lifted me to my feet and bent me over for wiping. I was spent, enervated and exhausted. She gave me a large foaming glass of Male Milk, sat me on her lap Sideways for kisses.

   She and Adele administered most of my spankings until my fanny completely bloomed (it took two years before Mother was satisfied – I already had girlfriends!).

  Bath Girls

   However, I was soon entrusted to Bath Girls, who did my T&T’s. They also had full Discipline Authority. My twin girl cousins were the first. It was humiliating, shaming, and painful.

   For years, until I was married, my routine was like most boys and young men. After toilet - before I was bathed, primped, oiled, and dressed - I received sound spankings.

   (Bath Girls worked out rather nicely, despite my shame, violated modesty, and more frequent constipation. It gave Mother and Adele time to dress properly for my morning spankings. In skirt & blouse outfits or dresses, and heel sandals. Rather than their old T&T smocks and bare feet.)

   (It doesn’t hurt a bit less, but I’d much prefer to look at female feet in heel sandals when I’m screaming in pain).

   That morning was no different. Lena and Lana watched my hellacious spanking. Then, with Mother closely observing, the girls bathed me, Salved my fanny, did my hair and makeup, and oiled my genitals, bottomcleft, anus, and rectum.

  Male Oiling

   Mother demands male rectums oiled to the furthest extent of a female middle finger. No idea why. I asked her one morning as she oiled my testicles, a perfectly logical place. She gave me a terrible belting on top of the spanking. I never asked again.

   I bent hands on knees to tighten the skin, and Lana oiled my fanny (there are 3 basic male primping oils: genitals, visible fanny, bottomcleft/anus/rectum). Mother was away for a moment.

   Then I spread my legs wide so Lena could oil my genitals. Young as she was, the girl knew how to handle my erect prick and bunched testicles. Mercy, I wanted to cum!

  My First Pinafore

   Mother returned. With a pinafore, sunbonnet, and shiny black Mary Janes. The dress and bonnet had sky blue vertical stripes over white, and big navy blue ribbons in front. The dress had a deep scoop back, short hem, and little white ribbons.

   I had never worn a girly outfit before (I was quite young, though physically matured). So shocked, Mother had it on me before I could say a word. Even the sunbonnet, which extended way out. She was excited.

   “Just look at yourself in the mirror, sweetheart. Girls will drool over that outfit, this blooming masculine body. Lana? Lena? You agree? I thought so.”

   Mother wore a tight, mid-thigh beige sweater dress, white stirrup hose and garters, and silvery heel sandals. She was gorgeous, almost a foot taller than me, muscled arms nearly thick as my legs. She turned me around to admire my masculine charms.

   The hem reached a few inches past my bare fanny. The scoop back exposed half my bottomcleft cleavage. My face was partially hidden by the sunbonnet, I could only see ahead.

   Mother took me in her arms for passionate kisses. I felt deliciously helpless in her strong embrace, swooning submissively as she lifted me off the floor. My prick twitched under her full titties.

   “Ooh, ooh, I’m getting precum all over your dress, Mother.”

   “Don’t worry, lover. It wipes right off this material. Know where we’re going now? Huh? Shopping!”

  Escorted In Public

   Males of legal age must always be under close female authority in public. Since that day, I’ve gone Saturday shopping with Adele many times. We go with Mother and dad a lot. As a foursome, we often switch partners. Adele takes dad, Mother takes me. It’s quite a ritual. Some parts are even fun.

  Preparation For Public Outings

   The morning begins with dad, me, and two bath girls. Lana and Lena are favorites. The big gorgeous blondes wear bikinis, and sometimes strip nude to bathe us.

   If we’re “lucky” we get suppositories. If less so, 2 enemas. The worst is a Triple, which takes about an hour. Then, a long large female middle finger in an oiled surgical glove is inserted into our rectums to the hilt, and “waved”. If the tip is clean, we’re bathed.

   After that, it’s time for our spankings. Mother and Adele come in wearing sexy dresses, stirrup hose and garters, and heels. Or, more often these days, Lana and Lena slip on dresses and heels.

   It’s a tender mercy females give. They’ll thrash the living snot (literally) out of us, but in skirts and heels. I must admit, leering at elegant female feet in heel sandals is better. It also imprints a rabid foot fetish into every male.

   The average Saturday spanking is, give or take, 14/11. Every female I know is skilled and strong enough to make me scream before the first minute rings. I look at their feet, desperate anxious to lick and suck them, because it means the agony is over. Foot fetish much? You bet!

   Dad and I then get Salve, our tears are dried, we’re primped and oiled. Mother likes us to wear matching outfits.

  Dressed For Outings

   Last week it was gingham blue frocks with frilly openings for genitals and nipples. A curved stainless steel shelf, like a shoe horn, for testicles to couch upon. I always want to scream in humiliation. Clothes for little girls!

   But before those lovely creations, butt plugs had to go in. Huge white rubber devils, dripping in a new brand of rectal grease. Bright green stuff, more therapeutic (the male rectum is precious), and thus, more painful and irritating.

   I hated to say it, but knew from bitter experience it was for the best. “Lana, darling, please relax my anus and rectum with 2 fingers, hard and deep as you can”.

   The butt plug still went in with difficulty. Every step in my Mary Janes hurt. Dad and I got our Satchels. Actually, they’re called “Purses” nowadays. We tottered downstairs.

   Mother and Adele waited near the door. They thoroughly inspected us – by sight, touch, taste, and smell. After we sucked a few toes, the sopping used panties went in our mouths.

   Male Grace / Elegance Training

   A boy’s life completely changes when the law considers him mature, and he’s still really a boy. Discipline and Enhancements are only the start. Walking in public, for instance, is no carefree boyish jaunt anymore. One wrong move, a wrong look, tone of voice … is severely punished.

   Adele and I attend Elegance Studio classes two nights a week. With dozens of couples our age. Boys learn grace, courtesy, gentlemanliness, politeness, and other masculine virtues. The first lesson is walking in public with your sister.

   When the Maitrisse said that, I went “Whaaa?” for the 3d time that night.

   The first - Adele stripped me naked. The second - she put ballet shoes on my feet, and said that’s all I get.

   The studio was packed with couples like us. Big beauties in elegant dresses and heels. Naked brothers with swollen purple spanked fannies and raging dripping erections.

   Our teachers were women of all ages, impeccable in dresses and heels, with thick 14 inch black leather straps at their waists – and a few naked men in ballet flats.

   The class on Walking In Public took 4 months. Man, it was hard work. I really worked hard, all the boys did. But our teachers were never satisfied, constantly strapped our sore fannies. We went home with our sisters after every class, and got horrific spankings.

   There were a few bright spots. Gauging exercises, when our sister, or somebody else’s sister, inspected our hungry pricks and bursting testicles. Demonstrations of Public Affection, when girl kiss us silly. Rendering O to Encountered Ladies.

   And the hardest part. Keeping eyes lowered, on Domina’s feet, as we walk. Until She permits me to look upwards.