A Virgin's Thoughts
My Luscious Male Body
Alice let me admire myself all I desired. Amazing. The size, shape, and attitude (banana trajectory) of my entire prick was obscene. It looked too big for me. It was. But then, so are my testicles, which barely fit in Sandra’s huge palm. So are my hips and fanny.
I used a vanity mirror to look at my Behind. The 32 inch waist immediately flared out. Hips reached their full girth of 44 inches at the cleft above the anus, and then gently tapered to my thighs. But that’s only part of the picture.
My fanny is wide, certainly, but it’s also deep. With Adele’s middle finger knuckle at my bottomcleft crevice, her hugely long finger only gets in my rectum an inch or so. The rest is pure fanny.
No wonder it feels so heavy back there! And my fanny cheeks wobble and rumble with every step I take! And my farts sound so flabby! And wiping me after poops takes so long! And spankings hurt so much – it’s a huge area!
The wonder is how my enormous fanny is still so firm and shapely. Thank goodness for that! I reached around and pinched it. Ow! Man, it’s nearly as sensitive as my cockhead!
The Marvelous Male Fanny
Today, I’m an experienced Discipline Medicine nurse, and Sandra regularly screws me to a fare thee well. I know just about everything about the subject.
But even I’m embarrassed to admit every male’s little secret. We actually enjoy being “entered”, even though it hurts a bit. Sister’s fingers, butt plugs, wife’s dildoes. Even suppositories.
You see, the male anus, rectum, and prostate gland are natural erogenous zones. Richly thick with sexual nerve endings just like those of male genitals. By nature’s design, they are capable of sexual arousal, excitement, and orgasmic release.
And, like male genitals, the capabilities and responsivities are intensified by surgical Enhancements. It’s not going too far to say those male organs are quite similar to female vaginas. And that males literally have two sets of sexual organs. Boys are lucky in that way.
Male rectums are also larger and longer, with striated muscles to match. That affects the size, consistency, and coloration of male stools. It causes them to fart harder and more often. It’s also why males need a good healthy poop every morning. No exceptions.
Every young girl knows the importance of her brother’s morning poops. She knows they’re like spankings, cums, and kisses – absolutely essential to a boy’s health.
However, she’s always initially surprised at how they look, smell, and sound. Plus, his normal constipation the first few weeks, when she has to give him a suppository every morning. After that, toilets are mostly a breeze.
Most girls don’t know this. That spasmodic clutching, tightening, and release of clear rectal fluids? On a girl’s finger, a wife’s dildoe, a butt plug, even a suppository? Shuddering and shivering, an unusually heavy flow of precum? Rectal orgasms, plain and simple.
So girls. Just between us. Don’t worry about your brothers’ whining and complaining. Put your middle finger into his rectum as far as it can go. For enemas or suppositories, for Marching or Promenades, when you bathe him, and for anything else you fancy. He loves it – and he loves your dominant authority even more.
I was a nurse when Sandra married me. But without a lot of experience, and a virgin. Thus, I was practically as nervous, frightened, and morbidly curious as the average virginal groom. Knowing little more than what every boy learns from his Mother and sister.
I Hate Morning Spankings
On a fateful morning years ago, before Nursing College, Adele woke me for Toilet & Toilette. Bending over my bed nearly nude in a torn tee shirt, sucking my unlocked penis like it was a lollipop. I don’t know why, but it makes me queasy to see her or Mother nude.
“Wake up, sleepy head. Time for Toilet and Toilette! T & T!”
The problem was (I cried about the unfairness of it for years), between the first and second T, every darn morning, I got a spanking.
And not just a lick and a promise one, either. But screaming, sobbing, wake-the-neighbors hard punishment. Every morning! For no reason!
Deep Thoughts/Hard Spankings/Sweet Kisses
I asked Mother about that one Sunday afternoon. Sideways on her lap, arms around her neck, while she fondled my prick and testicles as only she and Adele can do.
Mother had just given me a lengthy hellfire spanking without a word of warning or reason. I sucked her toes in gratitude for the Discipline afterwards. Silently, I was only grateful it was over.
It was just another misery boys must learn to accept. From our knees, between sobs, as we suck their toes and lick their insteps - we cravenly thank girls and women for the agony they give us.
We express our deepest gratitude to merciless females of all ages for their Discipline. Blindly. Not knowing the reason for most of it. Not really caring. The important things are – fear and lust for her, my blazing rump sizzling with Salve, and my next cum. Simplifies life, really.
Later now, on her lap, she gave me passionate kisses, tongue down my throat, that left me breathless. I adored her kisses, and Adele’s. I loved sucking their toes. And my prick isn’t simply hard when they touch it, or when I’m kneeling naked at their feet. It’s hard whenever they’re near me. One or the other always is.
Well, my prick goes limp after a huge cum. But it comes back hard very soon. It’s inevitable boys and men love girls and women like that. It’s a fact of nature.
“Mother, why do I get spankings every morning after toilet? I’m a good boy, pretty much.”
She squeezed my bursting testicles. Gracious, I needed a cum!
“Honey, there’s 2 answers to that. One, males must never ever question female decisions. Ever.”
“Two, the spankings are good for you. Now try to remember to never question female decisions, commands, or directions. Obey all legal age females, unless it’s a serious matter of danger or health. OK?”
“All? Even 2nd cousin Frida? Big as she is, barely old enough to wear heels? She constantly puts her hands in my pants, or up my skirt. Her smile scares me.”
“Every one. Frida has a giant crush on you. Young girls are aggressive in their lust. And admit it. She’s an extremely pretty girl, hair still in pigtails, big boobies and bottom. Don’t tell me you don’t want to lick inside.”
Suppositories, Adele, & Frida
That morning, Adele bent me over for a suppository. Not only did I hate them with purple passion. But I got the wicked things, or enemas, every time I couldn’t poop within 6 minutes. Six darn minutes!
The time limit, and the treatment, was so arbitrary and cruel I often cried about that, too.
To make it worse, a suppository has to stay in for a definite time. 8, 9, even 10 minutes, decided by Domina. She – at first only Adele or Mother, then any Bath Girl – made sure of that with a tight plug in my rectum.
I’m ready to go like a champion in 4 minutes, 5 tops. After 2, the churning, gurgling, burning, itching, squeezing, pinching starts. It doesn’t stop until the plug is removed. So I’m forced to suffer until then.
Later on, an additional misery came up. I never give it a thought with Mother or Adele. Fanny Enhancements and Blooming spankings made me much worse. But then, a very cute, very young 2nd cousin named Frida started doing many of my suppositories. The sounds! The smells! The wipings! The utter humiliation!
When she wore a bathgirl tee shirt, Frida looked like a hulking orphan angel in pigtails. But she rarely wore that with me. She wore her hair up, a schoolgirl uniform of short skirt, tight blouse, and strappy heel sandals (she took the heels off when bathing me). In that outfit she was a 6-7 sexy wet dream.
Either way, her morning spankings were the stuff of nightmares. I started falling in love with her immediately. If the thought of Sandra hadn’t been so powerful, who knows? I don’t.
Tantrums Bring Tears
Back to my younger days. I was naked, bent hands on knees, while Adele’s enormous middle finger rooted around deep in my rectum. To “relax” it for the suppository. I farted long and hard when her finger came out of me.
“See?”, Adele said smugly. “You need help to poop this morning.” She thrust the cold slimy suppository up my guts, so deep I could somehow taste it.
I trembled with frustrated outrage. Dangerous words blurted out like involuntary farts.
“Oh, yeah? So why do you keep the damn thing in me so long? And why do I need spankings every damn morning? For no good reason!”
“It’s stupid to call this Toilet and Toilette. It should be Toilet, Torture, and Toilette. Why the hell should I suck your damn toes, anyway? To thank you very much for making my life a living hell?”
I knew it was a big mistake as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Adele was silent the whole time. I rose from the toilet seat and bent hands on knees, fanny out, waiting to be wiped, eyes on the floor.
As Adele wiped I heard heel clicks, saw feet in heel sandals, dark stirrup hose. Still a raw, untamed boy, I looked up without permission. Mother, sexy business suit (deep décolletage, too), with a belt, heavy strap, Spencer, and cane. Stern voice so scary I peed in fear.
“We’re staying home. It’s a Family Day. Adele, lock Richard’s prick in a chastity cage, and bring him down to the Discipline Room. He won’t need a bath or clothes today.”
It was one of the longest days of my life. Every square inch of me from the top of my bottomcleft to just above my knees, and inside my bottomcheeks to the anus.
Belted, strapped, paddled, and caned. I screamed, wept, and sobbed myself hoarse. I was put to bed in Salve diapers, without a single kiss.
I wore a frock and Salve diapers to school for 3 days. My female classmates frequently re-applied Salve, and fingered it deep into my rectum. It was bloody hell.
Stern Discipline Brings Wisdom
On the 4th morning, Adele led me to the bathroom, said my fanny was almost healed. For the first time, I spoke with a breathy, high-pitched, tremulous tone. I constantly heard men speak that way to females of all ages. I mocked dad, called it sissy-talk.
My sister wore her school uniform and heels. When I’m on the toilet, she normally stands behind me, with a hand on my right shoulder. Since my punishment, she stood in front of me, feet under my lowered head.
Looking at her toes, I said, “Ma’am, I’m constipated again. Would you please help me?”
I learned an important lesson, something boys and men have to frequently reinforce in themselves.
Richard doesn’t decide what’s unfair, cruel, or mean. When and how he should be Disciplined, what’s right and wrong, what he should do. He has Mother and Adele for all those things, and everything. Richard obeys, submits, kneels, and keeps silent - unless it’s a physical need or distress.
The idea was strangely arousing. Submissive, helpless, completely under female care and control. Masculine. I pondered that while studying Mother’s and Adele’s feet during my constant severe spankings. For … years!
The Uncanny Barrier
That’s the technical term. A young man is instinctively aroused by normal submissive activities of everyday life. Rendering O, receiving kisses, oral services, and so on. The exceptions are his Mother and sister.
With them, for several months, he is definitely not aroused. Quite the opposite. He’s nauseous, queasy, and distressed. He gags, whines, and sometimes worse. The Uncanny Barrier.
That’s a dismal fact. The same applies, to a lesser extent, for the females in question. But it’s harder for a boy. After all, he must suck their toes (properly!), drink in their kisses, munch their used panties, and so on.
And which two females does an unmarried boy receive such attention from most? My gracious, before marriage I sucked Mother’s and Adele’s toes several times daily; was kissed on their laps, in their arms, and when they put me to bed. At first, it was hard.
A sovereign remedy quashes the discomfort on both sides. Severe screaming spankings. Hundreds of them. It’s been true since the beginning of time.
A boy of tender age endures roughly 4 spankings per day from Mother and sister. Over 125 per month. By the 5th month, and often much earlier, a miracle happens. His prick erects when he merely sees Mother’s feet, or hears his sister’s voice.
We broke the Uncanny Barrier almost simultaneously. My queasiness vanished, replaced by intense sexual arousal. Sucking their toes, Mother’s kisses, and even outré stuff (licking Adele’s bottomcleft was now enticing) – was pure bliss.
The newly-found pleasures, along with constant spankings, kept my prick hard day and night. The refractory period after friggings shrank to 20 minutes. I always wanted more kisses.
If someone predicted I’d have such bliss in the midst of hard and frequent spankings, beltings, strappings, and paddlings – crying, screaming, howling from unholy pain – I’d never believe it. It was unreal.
So were my cums – 5, 6, even 7 before my last goodnight kisses in bed. The spurts were long, endless, and I often fainted. Foaming, milky white geysers of incredible volume. Mother and Adele often sucked me dry.
I, in turn, loved being under their Oral Service chairs and chaise lounges. Putting my face under their dresses. My tongue had been Enhanced to be longer and stronger. Fervent practice soon made me capable of hours of Oral Service.
And their kisses? Sweeter than wine (not that I’ve ever drank it – alcohol is for females) and more intoxicating.
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