Yesterday & Now
Virginity & Domestic Care
Richard here. Before my wife continues our Honeymoon stories, I have a question. Does anybody care about my virginity? And how Sandra took it?
After all, it’s a huge deal for guys. It’s sacred, scary, and it hurts. And to be perfectly honest, husbands love it. But on that first Honeymoon night in the cottage, I was just another terrified virgin in a transparent white silk teddie.
Alice prepared me. It took about 2 hours. Triple Enema, bath and primping (hair, makeup, perfume), rectal grease. I cried when she slipped the diaphanous nightgown over my naked body. Its white furry hem tickled my erect cock and quivering fanny. Alice was disappointed.
“Blimey, there’s nothing to cry for. Your lovely new wife is waiting with the Wedding Dildoe. And look in the mirror. Do it properly, front and back. You’re pretty as a spring flower.”
Almost despite myself, I did. Long brown hair in lazy curls past my neck. Fluttering tear-wet eyelashes rimmed by purple mascara. Rich full lips glistening with pink lip gloss. Big erect prick dripping precum.
I tittered through tears while holding a wide vanity mirror. Carefully inspected my backside charms in a full length bathroom mirror behind me. And all the rest of my naked body.
A Boy’s Life, Lust, & Love
I appreciated the luxury. Mother and Adele were strict with me. They didn’t allow that very often. I was shamelessly vain, as boys are. I’d have constantly been in front of mirrors. Beyond personal vanity, I worried about being attractive to girls. My entire future was at stake.
Mother constantly said, “Richard, your body is a treasure. Girlfriends and future wives notice physical charms first. Face, hair, eyes, prick, fanny – right down to delicate feet. I want the very best girls to date you. They won’t learn how sweet and adorable you are unless that happens”.
It was so unfair! Females saw my “physical charms” all the time! They inspected, touched, handled, cared for, and Disciplined me to their hearts’ content. Poor me. I can’t even grab my burning fanny after spankings! I often complained to my buddies on the phone about it.
Boyish Vanity & Gossip
Along with gossip concerning girls (“Do you think Betty likes me?”), sisters (“Adele gave you a wicked spanking in the Boys Room today”), reassurance (“Oh, Lance, don’t be silly! Your fanny is simply divine!”), and intimate details (“I needed a suppository again this morning - then I pooped like crazy!”).
Boys, and men for that matter, are huge gossips. We can talk on the phone as long as we’re naked, and a female is listening. It’s more fun when we’re on her lap, having our genitals fondled.
Despite our frustration, we do get tantalizing glimpses of ourselves during morning Toilets and Toilettes.
A Boy’s Dreams
I’m always sleeping when Mother, Adele, female relatives (often girl cousins), or bath girls unlock my chastity cage. The darn thing is barely large enough for my limp penis. It prevents nocturnal emissions by pinching my dreaming erections. And golly! Young boys get lots of those!
We dream about all the females in our lives, including Mothers and sisters. Favorite singers, actresses, TV newswomen, politicians. Teachers, cops, doctors, nurses. Boys and Mens Rooms.
Boys & Men’s Rooms
Girls in school Boys Rooms are extremely arousing. So are females of all ages in public Mens Rooms. Holding cocks to pee. Supervising poops, often with suppositories or enemas. Spanking. Handbathing. Kissing on laps. Frigging. Toes being sucked.
Tall, stern, statuesque, in short skirts or dresses, 4 inch heel sandals. Wide shoulders, muscular arms, thick legs. Towering over and physically dominating naked boys and men.
Boys in school have a special predicament, like men at workplaces. Virtually everywhere else, our bathroom functions and Discipline are handled by predictable females. In those situations, however, we never know.
Of course, school boys normally receive lunch hour spankings from our sisters (12 minutes of sheer agony). They also Gauge us in the halls between classes. But we rarely attend the same classes.
The typical school day is 7 hours, not counting athletics. During that time, a healthy boy requires female care. For approximately 2 poops, 2 friggings, several pees, probably a good spanking. Under the authority of girls who aren’t his sister.
Oh, how the youngest boys cry for their sisters! Squalling tykes are terrified, led to the bathroom by large unknown girls in heel sandals. Undressed and sat on toilets, despite full bowels, constipation sets in. At first, enemas are used.
Can you find pity in your hearts? At that age, a boy’s T&T’s and spankings are almost exclusively from sister and Mother. He suddenly endures a wrenching change. Every boy cries his heart out.
Young Girls In Heel Sandals
Soon enough, there’s another indignity. It’s especially galling to a boy of tender years, supremely conscious of age status. Younger girls start taking him in hand. The bitter shame brings tears of humiliation.
Younger girls at school say, “Bend hands on knees for your suppository”, and inserts middle fingers, drenched in stinging rectal grease, so hard and deep he screams.
He remembers the girls as they were a few years before – pretty little things in girlish plaited pigtails, with scruffy feet, chipped nail polish, and pinafores.
Now, his sister puts him in girlish pigtails and pinafores after horrific spankings. Now, the little girls are great tall beauties in skirts and heel sandals. Now, he gets erections dreaming of them.
Penis Tasting & Male Arousal
With intimate younger cousins, as with Mother and Adele, I awaken with my growing penis in their mouths, as they “Taste” it thoroughly. It’s incredible what they learn from that. My current emotions, moods, and general health.
For instance, they know when I’m sick before I do. I was quite young the first time it happened. With Mother. She and Adele still took me to the bathroom in the morning all dressed up. T&Ts for younger boys are performed by females wearing skirts, blouses, and heel sandals. The attire is rather impractical, but necessary.
A young boy instinctively responds most intensely, sexually and submissively, to girls and women so dressed. Commanding, overpowering Dominas, whose feminine strictness, stature, strength, and innate authority evoke his deepest impulses. OK, and his stiff dripping prick.
At that age, every girl is a younger, though less developed, image of those mature female virtues. Her twin brother’s innocent, impressionable, labile nature is best molded when she does his morning T&Ts in skirt and heels.
Male submissive obedience is nurtured and enforced in the bathroom. After a boy’s spankings start, and for a good while, females are in Domina attire when they lead him by his penis to the bidet.
Rectal Thermometer - Flu
That’s what I expected Mother to do that morning, as usual. Instead, at my bedside, I heard the command, “Bend over hands on knees”.
I knew what to expect. She and Adele had used it before. A dreaded rectal thermometer – curved slightly downwards, seven inches long, thicker than Mother’s middle finger. I squealed as it entered, then panted as she held it firmly in place.
… Why? O Why? Why does so much that’s “Good For Me” – hurt so terribly much? Rectal thermometers and rectal grease. Genital Ointment and suppositories. Spankings and medical examinations. Gauging testicles and butt plugs. The list is endless …
“Look between your legs”. Mother was squatting behind me, toes bunched in her heels, muscular legs bare. Her other hand grasped my prick, hard and dripping.
Sure enough, I had a fever. I didn’t feel sick until back in bed on clean sheets after the enema and bath. A 3 day flu. I get a few every year. It’s strange, females never get sick.
Having the flu has advantages. In fact, I enjoy it, beyond the aches, chills, coughing, and runny nose. No spankings. Lots of juice, ginger ale, and delicious food. Tender loving care from gorgeous family girls and women every minute around the clock.
I couldn’t appreciate fondling very much. Boys that age are too immature, and don’t get much pleasure from it. But man alive, I got tons of kissing and frigging.
And golly, I sure needed frigging! My testicles filled up faster than after Adele’s spankings. Mother said it was part of my body’s defense mechanisms.
I woke up several times a night, ballsack bursting. Luckily, the chastity cage wasn’t on. Even better, grandmother’s best girlfriend (dad’s side) was in bed with me. Nude. It was heaven to cuddle in the huge woman’s bosom, sucking milk from 2 inch nipples thick as my thumb.
Visiting Grandmother
When we visited grandmother, dad and I wore pinafores, sunbonnets, low sandals. Makeup, long hair perfectly styled, genitals and fannies oiled. Dad’s eyes fluttered like mad, erect prick spewing precum, when undressed and placed across her lap.
She was tall and statuesque, curvaceous body outlined by the cashmere sweater dresses she favors, blonde hair up in a bun. Youthful as Aunt Mona, dad’s twin sister, still in her 30s.
Whenever possible, dad and me got a full treatment at the Male Beauty Salon a day or so beforehand. Head to toes. It’s mostly nice, except for the butt plugs after deep lotion massages. Even then, the girls who insert them are lovely and sweet.
Males work there. They wear short smocks with hems just above bare fannies. A few are hair stylists. They do all the hand and foot softening, manicures and pedicures with clear lacquer for fingernails and toenails. Mother is always very particular about our feet.
I’m usually Riding Out on Adele’s right thigh at the start of those visits. My gracious, dad’s Mother gives him hellacious spankings! He kicks his soft manicured feet and lower legs like a madman. She’s so big and stern and beautiful.
Her girlfriend was incredible to be in bed with. So far, I’d only slept with Mother or Adele after nightmares. She was a big strong woman, voluptuous and muscular, large titties and heavy bottom. Her kisses were simply intoxicating.
My Recuperation and Hysteria
During the day, luscious young 1st and 2nd cousins took care of me. All big and beautiful, they indulged my lust for cunny and bottomcleft licking by carefully sitting on my face as I lay in bed. I complained that Adele wouldn’t let me lick her, and they said, “Poor baby”.
My dear sister? She did my T&T, and my handbath before bed. By the 3d night, I was feeling much better physically. Emotionally, not so much. Nervous, jumpy, hysterical. Crying jags, panic attacks, heart palpitations, complete constipation. I had no idea why.
Any teenage girl in heels could tell you the reason. Lack of Discipline, pure and simple. Nearly 4 days with an untouched fanny. A grown man would be deeply distressed. For a virile lusty teen boy, it’s positively maddening!
Boys (darn it!) Need Spankings
But I was mystified. And remained so every time I got the flu, until my 2nd year in Nursing College. Made no connection between my Discipline and emotional well being.
Between the awful screaming spankings I got every day, and my psychological (and maybe physical) health. Between my fears, tears, painful agonies – and needs, desires, lusts.
I rationalized my submission to Discipline beyond my will or control.
Because females are physically and psychologically stronger. I’m helpless without them. I’m legally my Dominas’ property. If I ran away, the police would capture me, an unsupervised boy, in minutes.
Besides, where would I go? Who would protect and care for me? Harem slavers? I love Mother and Adele. Other perfectly good reasons for enduring my inescapable fate. All placing the entire thing on females. I’m just an innocent bystander.
I finally surrendered to the facts of life. The realization about my dripping erections sucking Mother’s toes. It wasn’t just simple lust, because she’s big and sexy.
It was also submissive fear, because she spanks the living daylights out of me. Both emotions are necessary to stiffen my prick. For every girl and woman I know.
Plus, despite shock and horror at the awful fact - I desperately need Discipline for my physical and emotional health. Lengthy, frequent, and severe. Especially spankings, even now. Most vitally as a boy and young man.
I was well cared for during the years before my marriage. By Mother, Adele, female family, classmates, and co-workers. I received several daily spankings, except when ill or indisposed. In increments between 10 and 20 minutes duration, 8 and 12 strokes per minute.
About an hour of my life, every day, screaming across laps, holding tightly to stool and chair legs. Staring through rivers of tears at the sides of elegant female feet in heel sandals.
Joys Of Family Life
It’s more than 40 years on. I barely look older in face and body than my teen grandson, Ken. Last Saturday, his towering twin sister Kelly and my wife Sandra dressed us in identical pink-checked pinafores for shopping.
Behind us in heels and dresses, the 6-7 females’ chins were above our heads. They stood us in front of a wide floor-to-ceiling bathroom mirror, and turned us around for a 360 view. Ken and I looked like brothers.
Cute faces in makeup, similar hair styles, fringed openings to expose thick brown nipples pierced with tiny bells, hems falling just below our fannies and erections. Sandra and Kelly loved it.
I enjoyed the sight more than Ken did. Over the years, I’ve learned to embrace my sissy boy look. Females adore it, which is the most important consideration. Plus, my big thick prick dripping precum is proudly masculine. A gigantic butt plug Kelly inserted up my rectum intensified the erection. Oh, mercy, every step was torture!
That came after our spankings, and immediately before makeup and oiling. That way, tears don’t make mascara run. Freshly oiled pricks, testicles, and fannies glisten. Kelly took me, Sandra her brother.
Kelly’s 14/11 screamer hurt dreadfully. I cried just like Ken over his grandmother’s lap. The awful truth is, no matter a man’s age, how many he’s endured, spankings hurt the same – horribly.
One thing helped a bit, as usual. Looking through tears at the sides of Kelly’s bare feet in heel sandals. Praying for the end, when I could lick and suck them. A big girl, just like Sandra, her first 2 toes fill my mouth.
We finally went shopping. My grandson strapped to a carrier beside Sandra in the front seat, me the same with Kelly in back. She hefted and tickled my testicles. Oh. Oh. I already needed a frigging! And I had to pee.
Naturally, my mouth was stuffed with her used panties. I couldn’t say a word, even if I dared to take the liberty.
Yes, life is good. Wonderful, in fact.
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