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“Right now?” I said, lying over his knee.

“Right now,” he grinned.

My arm was still twisted up my back.

“You have to torture me first.”

“I think you’ve been tortured enough for one night,” he chuckled, and I felt his fat fingertip on my bum, “So I get you to give me answers and only ifI get the answers you’ll do it.”


“So how many do I have to get?” he asked, rubbing my bottom.


“So I have to get all five?”

“Yep. And I can lie.”

He rearranged me on his lap and said “I want you to tell me your favourite colour, and what age you were the first time – or have you – had an orgasm.”

He spanked hard and fast, and I moved and closed my eyes, resting my face on my arms. It hurt a lot. Not like the gentle spanking he’d started off with, and I’d asked him stuff like:

Where do millionaires buy their socks? A: They let their wives buy their socks

Why don’t you live in a mansion like a proper millionaire? A: anything that could be called a ‘mansion’ in Scotland would be a million [He only has nearly 3 million and most of that’s in the company, so I guess he can’t afford it. Weird how rich people can’t afford things, just like the rest of us!], and I don’t need one for just two people

Do you have, like, a private jet you keep at the [Edinburgh International] airport?/probably phrased as “so you don’t have, like, a private jet?” in a disappointed voice. A: No, because they cost hundreds of millions. In the 1920’s being a millionaire meant having a lot more than today.

I suppose he’s right and a million isn’t really a lot; after all, half a million is only 500,000 which is a lot but it’s not that much; enough for 4 or 5 houses, I guess. And a quarter is just 250k.

He spanked my thighs too, which I’d thought I would dislike, but I actually enjoyed it.


Anyway, right now he was spanking really hard and I was moaning and whimpering a bit. “Are you ready to tell me?” he asked. “No,” I said, burying my face in the sofa arm. He spanked even harder, the noise of each slap really loud. I put my hand down to try and hold the burning skin, but he grabbed my arm and easily twisted it behind my back. As if to punish me, he slowed down a bit but made each smack come down really hard and each time he spanked me I moved. “It’s too hard!” I whined, and he stopped. “Well then, what is your favourite colour?” I shook my head and he continued, pressing down firmly with each smack. It was very painful and I realised that I’d underestimated his strength – or my resilience – and would never be able to keep from revealing the five things. He had all night to spank me. I could, I thought, quickly reveal four things and make him work for the fifth, but that wouldn’t help me. I needed to stall him.

So I said, “I need the bathroom.”

He stopped, and let me up.

In the bathroom I put cold water on my bum but I knew it wouldn’t really help me withstand it, and I had to stall him more. When I came out Roland made us coffee again, and I guessed he must’ve known I was trying to stall him and was letting me do it. By this time it was around 10-11pm.



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A long spanking

Roland made me lie over his lap on the sofa, in my favourite position. He lifted my navy and cream dress and pulled my tights down a bit, and of course I was in heaven. Then he just started spanking me, lightly, with the wooden dog brush I’d brlought. It was very relaxing and therapeutic. He was talking to me sometimes, I can’t remember what he said. His voice was measured and calm, like always.

“You can do it harder,” I said, and the smacks suddently fell heavier with a bigger slap/thud sound. After a while it began to sting and I shifted a fraction. Roland continued to paddle me much harder than the other times, and I sometimes moved my legs a little because of the pain. Then he made me pull my dress off, saying “Queen Tut was naked when she got spanked.”

“Well, her bum was naked, but she had clothes on,” I said.

“It’s the same thing,” said the CEO of the company I’m not allowed to name. (What a classy gentleman). “And let’s get rid of these as well,” he said, pulling off my tights. One thing I’ve noticed about this particular sex maniac is that he likes to undress me progressively instead of all at once.

He let me keep my bra on, for some reason. (I was wearing red and black underwear and bra; usually I wear red, sometimes black, occassionally prints in brown, cream or gold colours – not that it’s of any consequence since nobody ever sees it except Roland).

The brush seemed to hurt more now; maybe he was smacking much harder. Roland twisted my arm over my back because I kept trying to deflect the brush and rub; I liked that a lot. He tried out the different implements, saying “this is the spoon – and this is the other side of the spoon – now which do you prefer?” and “that’s the flogger, last time you said this was your favourite.” He took a few experimental swings, although I doubt he could swing very well sitting down.

It seemed like a short time but we probably did this for an hour or two (by the way, it was 2am before we attempted to go to bed and we were doing spanking stuff the whole time from about 7:30pm, which means I’m not as expensive as Roland claims because I was his prostitute for about either 7 or 8 hours, including the studio stuff, so it’d be a rate of either £150 (approx) or £125 an hour which is average price.) So he definetly got more bang for the buck that time. Heh. Anyway if he ever says my price is high again, I will point this out to him. It’s just a matter of him using his time with me constructively and making me stay for more hours.

Then Roland went to change the music which was pumping out in surround sound from his laptop to a playlist of songs about naughty girls, and I went to the bathroom and looked smugly at my reflection, just very happy (I’ve heard Ana spends a lot of time staring in the mirror in 50 Shades; I hope this blog isn’t becoming like the trilogy. But I don’t think it is, because I have my own agenda, motives, kinks, hobbies and character-specific skills, unlike Ana who is pulled into BDSM by Christian and just does whatever he says (with or without endless agonizing beforehand). And Roland isn’t an abusive, controlling stalker with feelings of shame about being kinky.

We had more coffee. Then the spanking resumed to the Scissor Sisters’ ‘Filthy Gorgeous’, Beyonce’s ‘Naughty Girl’, Sting and The Police’s ‘Roxanne’, Ciara’s ‘Love and Sex and Magic’ and the Pussycat Dolls’ ‘When I Grow Up’. Though I would also think Queen’s ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’, R Kelly’s Ignition/remix to Ignition (songs I’ve always loved, as it is actually the way I think about boys), Your Sex is On Fire,  and (from my point of view, and not necesarily about naughty girls/girls who should be spanked) Big Brovaz’s ‘Favourite Things’,  Gwen Stefani’s ‘Rich Girl’, Lady Marmalade,  R Kelly’s The World’s Greatest, Mika’s Love Today, Nelly Furtado’s Promiscuous Girl, The Bad Boys (are always catching my eye), The Fratellis’ Everybody Knows You Cried Last Night, Shakira’s She Wolf, were also appropriate…should I just Google phrases like ‘naughty girl’, ‘naughty boy’, ‘pervert’, ‘prostitute’ ‘slut’ and ‘spanking’ with the word ‘lyrics’??

Although who knows, maybe all those songs were on the playlist; how would I know? In the state of lust I’m barely aware of anything, though Roland seems capable of thinking clearly when in heat. I certainly can’t.

Roland spanked me for a long time with the spoon, brush and a paddle, and got me naked. He then bent me over a footstool or coffee table to whack me a few times with the flogger, then over the arm of the sofa. The fire was burning in the fireplace with no guard; it was beautiful. […]take me home tonight/Ooh down beside your red firelight…I like fire. Then he said it was time for me to be tortured/interrogated into revealing 5 things, and if I revealed them I’d have to give him a blowjob. It’d been my idea and I was pretty confident, a confidence that was to prove completely unfounded…COMING UP: more spanking, caning, anal toy, knife play, attempted vampirism, other weird random stuff…


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Jilly: a tale from the village (FF/f)

A short, fun story. Not a great literary piece, just quick and sweet.

Jillian, a redheaded American, was sixteen years old and had just moved into the Village (which comprised one main street, at the end of which were a small zoo and fields, and at the beginning, off to either side were a lot of council houses. Nearly everyone was on the dole.) She had moved with her mom Jennifer (known as Jenny) and her mom’s new boyfriend, Chuck. Jillian was usually called Jilly. Within a few weeks of starting school, Jilly befriended a mischievous girl in her year, 15 year old Nadia, who liked stealing and bullying. Together with their friend Sarah they devised a plan to get Alice (Ally) diapered and spanked even more than she already was. Ally’s dad Bertrand and mother Amanda, as well as her aunt Rayna usually did this to her. She also has a brother, eighteen year old Alex. This is what happened when Jenny found out what Jilly did:

Jilly’s mommy promptly turned her daughter over her knee. She knew more than anyone just how much Jilly needed a few firm swats to her naughty behind, and her brush was just perfect for the job. She was confident that Jilly would be shocked to find out exactly what a good old fashioned bottom warming felt like. This would be a demonstration of a good hard spanking. It would be an education for Jilly’s bottom.
She raised the hairbrush. She brought it crashing down on the middle of Jilly’s upturned butt, and Jilly yelped. It was the first time her daughter’s bottom had been turned over her knee. She raised the brush again and smacked it down on the quivering bum. Jilly screamed. Jenny delivered a series of swats to Jilly’s behind, making sure that the 25 spanks were very firmly applied. Then she lifted up Jilly’s floral print dress and gave the squirming girl another 25 over her pink panties. Jilly was sobbing and crying as Jenny pulled down her panties, revealing a rosy red bottom.
“Mommy!” Jilly wailed. Jenny spanked her daughter very soundly indeed. She was giving her baby a blistered ass because Jilly needed her bottom spanked, and she needed it spanked hard and good. Jenny gave each smack with precision, turning Jilly’s trembling rear end scarlet.
“Oh mommy! Mommy! Please! Stop spanking meeeeee! I’ll never be bad again!” Jilly howled. But Jenny was intent on building a fire in her ass that she wouldn’t soon forget. Jenny was paying special attention to where her daughter sat, because sure as hell Jilly was not going to be sitting down anytime soon. Jenny was gonna roast her rear end for her. She smacked Jilly’s backside as hard as she could, now concentrating again on the centre of her strawberry red butt.
“Please Mommy, I’ll be good! I promise!” sobbed Jilly.
“Oh, you will,” smiled Jenny, as she peppered her daughter’s bumcheeks with firm whacks, “I’m sure you will be good, at least until you can sit.” She gave several short, sharp whacks to Jilly’s seat.

“And the one thing you won’t be doing for a while is sitting.” She sped up the rhythm, thrashing the naughtiness out of the girl’s reddening sit spot, “Not for a long, long while.” Jilly was bawling as the brush made its marks on her swelling bottom. The oval bruises were purple and swollen against the dark red of Jilly’s chastised butt.
“Aaaahhh! Owwwww!” Jilly shrieked, kicking her legs up and down and squirming on her mom’s lap. Jenny held her pinned there tightly, though Jilly was now bucking and screaming, hissing with pain as her mommy soundly punished her naughty butt. Mommy’s hairbrush was whacking her ass so hard, meting out the punishment that Jilly so richly deserved. Finally, Jenny tossed the brush onto the bookshelf and spanked Jilly’s bared bum with her hand. She spanked hard and fast, causing the chastised teen to cry out in pain. When mommy’s handprints were all over Jilly’s ass, Jenny took a slipper to Jilly’s hiney, slapping it hard on her daughter’s hot bum.
“Ally had a slipper to her backside,” she said conversationally. “I wonder what it felt like? Maybe it felt a bit like how you’re feeling now? Or maybe a little more painful, like this? Or perhaps even-” Jenny gave Jilly’s throbbing buns the hardest smack she could manage – “like THIS?”
“AAAAAGHHH!” Jilly screamed, head thrown back as tears coursed down her pretty face. “My butt! Mommy, my butt!”
Jenny slippered Jilly’s hiney till it was red hot, a hot red sun blazing where she used to be able to sit. Eventually, after the slipper had kissed the teenager’s throbbing ass for two more minutes, Jenny stopped slippering her bawling daughter and gave her swollen bottom a gentle hand spanking.

Jenny surveyed Jilly’s fire-engine red butt. She’d spanked her good and proper. This was one girl who knew she’d been spanked. Then she pulled Jilly’s panties up, swatting her a few times on the back of her panties. Finally the dress came down and a few more gentle smacks were given to the humiliated girl. Jilly was hysterical, bawling like a baby, then she just lay exhausted over mommy’s lap. Jenny stroked her hair as she cried. Then Jilly reached back and cupped her sore ass. She had been transformed into a bawling, scarlet-bottomed little girl. Jilly clasped her red bumcheeks and howled. Her little bummy was on fire.

Jilly slowly and painfully stood up, both hands clasping her well-disciplined hiney. She rubbed and rubbed her burning rear, but it still stung. Mommy had turned her ass into a soundly punished seat. She didn’t feel sixteen, she felt like a little girl who had just been spanked over her mommy’s knee. Jilly cried as she massaged her hot buns.
“I’m sorry, mom,” she sobbed, hanging her head. “I promise I won’t get Alice another spanking, not ever.”

Jenny watched her sixteen year old walk to her bedroom rubbing her backside as she went. She smiled to herself as her hot-bottomed teen tried to sit, then leapt up cradling her sit-spots. That night, Jilly slept on her tummy.
The next day her bum was still feeling very stingy and sore. She had to keep rubbing it. Jilly couldn’t sit down and Jenny saw that her rosy ass was a constant reminder to behave. She had obviously learned a painful lesson over her mommy’s knee.
Dressed in loose jeans, with one hand holding her backside, Jilly arrived at Ally’s door. Ally was wearing a diaper and a little kid’s top; her full diaper stunk. Jilly gulped. Her mom had told her to confess and apologise to Ally. And she had to do what mommy said or she’d get another trip over her mom’s knee. “You get over there and apologise!” Jenny had said, whacking her toasted bottom with the ping pong paddle, “You get over there and tell Ally exactly what your plan was and what you and Nadia did to make everyone spank her! And if you don’t then you’ll get a red ass, you will have one sorry paddled butt!”
Ally took Jilly up to her bedroom where Jilly confessed and Ally broke down in tears, wetting her diaper.
“I can’t believe you did this to me Jilly, I thought you were my only friend now that I have to wear nappies and Aunt Rayna changes me and spanks me in public.”Ally just cried and peed herself.

“I’m sorry,” Jilly sobbed, rubbing her warm backside through her jeans. Ally cried and peed and peed and cried, wet at both ends.

“I’m just a little baby who wets her nappy, I don’t deserve to have friends!”
“That’s true,” Jilly smirked, “But have this, it’s sweets, it’ll make you feel better.” They were really laxatives, and soon after Ally swallowed it, poop spurted into her diaper and her mum Amanda came in and as usual she and Jilly changed Ally.

“Jilly,” said Amana sternly, “I overheard everything on the baby monitor and I know those are laxatives, not sweets. Jenny told me that she spanked your bottom for your plan, but now I’m going to spank you for the laxative trick you just pulled. You are a very naughty young lady and you deserve a good long spanking on your bottom RIGHT NOW.” Jilly gulped, hands covering her tingling behind. Amanda picked a brush off the chest of drawers and thwacked the thick, large wooden hairbrush against her palm.

“I already called your mom. She’s coming over right now to give you a spanking in front of everyone. But she thought I should tan your hide before she gets here.” Horrified, the crying teen backed away, holding her ass.

“Please, please no. Mommy paddled my butt.” Amanda grabbed her arm and steered the shaking girl to the bed. Soon Jilly was lying facedown, trembling as Amanda pulled down her jeans and bared her bottom. Both swollen cheeks were bright blotchy red. Amanda raised the brush high as she could and – smack! Jilly howled; she bawled like a baby as her friend’s mom tanned her behind. Squirming and crying, Jilly endured fifteen more spanks until a familiar voice said, “That’s enough, Amanda.” Jilly looked up to see her mom, her mom was looking down at her as if she felt sorry for her. The poor girl rubbed and squeezed her battered butt; the hard spanking had left her bumcheeks very hot indeed. Jenny and Amanda left Jilly to cry for a while and went downstairs. Ally gave her a few spanks with her hand; Jilly was too tired to protest. She just held her ass as Ally spanked it and prayed that her ordeal was over.
Then Jenny came back into the bedroom and led a red-faced Jilly downstairs. Jenny gave Jilly a very public otk spanking in the living room. It wasn’t a hard spanking but it was very humiliating. Everyone – Amanda, Ally, Ally’s dad Bertrand and her  eighteen year old brother Alex, got to see her red ass bouncing around as mom smacked it with her hand. The chastened teen was given corner time for five minutes, fully aware that every pair of eyes was staring at her red punished derriere, and every penis in the room was pointing in her direction. The shamed girl wasn’t allowed to pull up her pants and jeans as Jenny said her goodbyes to Ally’s family. Alex smirked at her while the mums made chitchat. Then Jenny left the house with Jilly walking very shamefacedly behind her, her jeans pulled up to just below her red bottom, her ass lighting up the neighbourhood. It was a great day for the men and boys in the neighbourhood and a lot of them chatted with Jenny for longer than usual, and looked out of their windows. A couple of schoolkids laughed and pointed; several, mostly boys, took photos on their phones. Sadly for Jilly, a couple of her friends, Lynsey and Nadia, saw her naked red ass. They gave her a smack each to make her jump. Still, that was preferable to the boys who groped her tender ass and furry triangle.
Back at home, Jilly was told to lie on her bed with her butt sticking up; a pillow under her hips ensured that her buns were a good red target. She felt very vulnerable and exposed. Jenny came in brandishing the biggest wooden spoon that Jilly had ever clapped eyes on. Surely her mommy wasn’t going to spank her with that? Not her own mommy! Jenny lifted the spoon.

“But mom!” Jilly pleaded, “I’m sorry – I’m really, really sorry- I promise-”
Jenny took aim and hit the red target squarely in the centre, producing a long howl from the hot-bottomed teenager. Jilly’s hand flew back to protect her stinging backside but Jenny caught it, using the heavy spoon to firmly discipline her now bawling daughter. The spoon felt soooo hot on Jilly’s sore bum, and different from the brush. Jilly had been a bad, bad girl and mom was spanking her naked bottom. She felt very sorry for herself, getting several hard spankings in such a short time. Jenny expertly tanned the now-familiar reddening hiney, planting the spoon firmly on the trembling buns. “Waaaaaahhh!” Jilly wailed, “Mommy-!” but Jenny knew exactly what her naughty butt deserved, and she applied the spoon vigorously to Jilly’s sensitive sit spot.

“Owwwww, mom!” the girl groaned, her toasted tail hotly throbbing. However, Jenny wasn’t  quite finished. Jilly was going to really get it on her ass and she would have a well disciplined bottom by the end of the day. Jenny laid the spoon on Jilly’s backside and Jilly thought that her punishment was over. But when Sarah came round, her best friend Jilly was bent over an armchair, getting it on her bare arse with her mom’s white ladle. Sarah took some quality pictures of a bawling, red-faced, red-bottomed Jilly and the white blur whipping her smarting nether cheeks.
Soon after Sarah had gone, Jilly was observed by passersby standing at the window with her scarlet bottom on display, her babyish, pink frock dress pinned up and lacy panties down. The neighbourhood children found this very interesting, but not as entertaining as their teenage siblings did. A few minutes later, Bertrand, Ally, Amanda and Alex enjoyed a fine view from their windows of a naked Jilly being marched into the garden and spanked over her mom’s knee. The fish slice hurt like hell! Jilly broke free after a while and ran yelping round the garden as Jenny swatted her cherry coloured bum with the steel fish slice.

“Yeah, smack her rear end good!” yelled Alex, “teach her a lesson! Spank that caboose!”

Jilly hopped and danced about as the fish slice whacked her tail, completely exposed. Alex felt his cock grow hard and pulled it out of his underwear. He stroked it gently as he watched Jilly’s poppy butt receive a beating. Ally felt a smirk cross her face even as she urinated in excitement; Jilly was standing by the fence, whimpering and crying hard as her mom punished her behind. The hard thwacks sounded sore and Jilly was jumping every time that fish slice kissed her ass. Then Jenny walked back into the house, leaving Jilly standing there with her freshly spanked cheeks on full display. Ally and Alex very much enjoyed the show and the rosy view. Jilly had her hands on her head and was bawling like a baby who’d just been spanked. Ally delighted in seeing Jill get what she deserved.

The humiliated sixteen year old had to stand for fifteen minutes exhibiting her red-hot butt, jenny’s boyfriend Chuck came out of the house and led the crying, red-tailed naked girl to the picnic bench. He turned Jilly over his lap and spanked her with a wooden spoon. Then, to Alex’s delight and Ally’s amazement, Chuck pushed the spoon’s handle up Jilly’s asshole and began fucking the crying teen with the spoon for a full five minutes. Ally relished the sight of Jilly getting publicly screwed up her spanked ass.
Then Jilly was sent back to the fence to stand with hands on her head and a spoon stuck up her scarlet butt. The spoon felt strange nestled in her pucker. This was going to be a very memorable spanking session indeed for Jilly!


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Rodney’s Rod (MFmm/m)

15 year old Rodney tries to lose his virginity.

Warning: This story is of absolutely no literary merit. It’s just for fun. It takes place in The Village (my fantasy). Also, it depicts a 15 year old boy as the victim, 2 counts of rape by a male and female, forced crossdressing, wetting and parental negligence by Rodney’s stepfather.

Rodney’s Rod

Rodney lived in the Village with his mum Susie, a blonde bimbo, and stepdad Terry, a dumbfuck. Rodney was above average in looks with a sharp, slightly freckled nose, big brown eyes and a long mouth that was perfect for kissing. The star of fifteen year old Rodney’s otherwise mundane life was Veronica, the mocha-haired angel who’d had him twisted around her little finger the moment their eyes had met in maths class. So what if she was dating other guys; she was top of the class, wore little miniskirts and tutus that kept him following after her like a faithful dog, and her beautiful smile gave him hope for the future. And tonight, he was about to deflower his lovely girlfriend! It was a crime in the Village, but let love laugh at danger! That’s what she’d told him, with a perfectly delivered quote from Baudelaire : “love will laugh at heaven and at hell.” And she did love him; of course she loved him, she had said so herself, teasing her fingers through his ruffled dark hair. And tonight, Rodney was going to finally be a man!

Rodney knocked on Veronica’s door and Corndawg, her dad, opened the door. He was muscled with short cropped hair the colour of straw and a blonde moustache. He was an educated man – by the standards of the Village – but looked like a redneck grappling with a particularly elusive thought.

“Good evening,” said Rodney breathlessly, his hard wood already poking at his boxers. Corndawg grunted and slowly moved aside. His wife Christine smiled up at him from the chintz armchair, then returned to her novel. She had brown mid-lentgh hair and pearls and was wearing a cardigan over a slightly expensive dress Rodney could only describe as “housewifey”. It suited her to a tee. Rodney scampered upstairs and Veronica ran down, kissing him eagerly on the lips and dragging him upstairs, tearing off his clothes and throwing herself down on the bed. Rodney had never felt more of a man as dropped his boxers, his tool jutting proudly out, ready to do the deed. Suddenly the door burst open and Corndawg stormed in. He sat on the bed as Veronica jumped up and pulled a terrified Rodney over his lap. Corndawg spanked Rodney’s ass very hard as the shocked boy yelped and squirmed as his butt turned red. Oh the shame! He was getting spanked over someone’s knee! Rodney looked so babyish getting spanked over her dad’s lap, like a little boy. Veronica giggled as she took lots of photos and videos on her phone, sending them to all her friends. Rodney was blushing as red as his rear. Corndawg’s heavy paw slammed repeatedly into the now hot cheeks, and Rodney felt warm tears trickle down his cheeks.

Footsteps plodded into the room and Christine, Veronica’s mother, sat next to Corndawg on the bed. Her pretty features were twisted in fury. Corndawg stopped spanking as Christine yanked Rodney over her lap, raised a large wooden hairbrush and swatted the boy’s trembling red behind. Rodney howled.

Christine thrashed the horniness out of the scarlet buns, whacking rhythmically as Rodney bucked and kicked, trying to do anything to take his blazing bum out of her brush’s reach. Veronica was still taking pictures. Christine turned her attention to Rodney’s sit spots, provoking anguished wails from the teenager as she toasted his ass. The brush was leaving oval, dark-red imprints on the boy’s swelling tail. Christine laid a few more cracking swats over the marks, put the brush down on the bed and picked up a fluffy pink slipper, which she swung at Rodney’s helpless naked bum. Rodney pitched forward, wailing. The slipper thwacked his burning asscheeks over and over as his legs scissored and waved frenetically.

Christine smiled grimly as she wielded the slipper, concentrating on Rodney’s sit spot which was rapidly blushing a deep poppy red. Finally, she laid the slipper beside the brush and helped the naked, crying boy up. Rodney danced comically around the room, clasping and rubbing his strawberry-coloured bottom. Veronica started giggling again. Corndawg grabbed Rodney’s arms and bent him over the bed; he trembled, waiting.

Corndawg called out “Buddy! Vincent! Get me a belt.” A few moments later, Veronica’s slim, 14 year old brother Vincent nervously entered the room and handed his father a large, heavy belt. “Buddy’s not home yet,” he muttered, then quickly left. Corndawg folded the belt, took a step back, eyed up the quivering red target and slapped the belt across both cheeks. Rodney jumped and howled. Corndawg laid the belt on Rodney’s butt four more times, his globes quivering like raspberry jelly. Then Corndawg dropped his pants and plunged his stiff fat cock into Rodney’s unsuspecting poophole. Rodney squealed like a little girl as Corndawg pushed himself fully inside and slowly screwed him while Veronica watched open-mouthed. Rodney’s pitiful crying and begging him to stop had no effect. Finally, Corndawg grunted and spurted hot cum right up Rodney’s poopchute.

“My turn! My turn!” cried Veronica impatiently, thrusting her father aside. She closed her fingers around Rodney’s limp member and stroked it back to life, then pushed him back onto the bed. Veronica grinned at him. “No! Please no!” Rodney sobbed, trying to push her off him, but it was too late – she was sitting on his cock, and now all of it was inside her as she bounced up and down. Eventually, Veronica pulled herself off him and Corndawg called Vincent, pushing Rodney’s legs up. Rodney blushed furiously; there was no way for him to hide his violated asshole and cock. Vincent wandered into the room and Corndawg said simply, “take your ping-pong paddle and paddle his ass.”

Vincent nodded, went out of the room and reappeared with his paddle; he began to spank each cheek alternately, and Rodney burned with shame that a kid younger than him was paddling his bare bottom. Well, Vincent was only a year younger, but still…he was his girlfriend’s brother…and Vincent was slim and weedy, not slightly tall for his age and broad-shouldered like Rodney. Rodney would have won in a fair fight, had he ever been inclined to start trouble. Vincent slowly landed swat after swat on Rodney’s swollen rear and Rodney knew he was seeing his torn asshole with Corndawg’s syrupy milk oozing out. There was no hiding what had happened; Vincent must know now that Rodney had gotten fucked. Rodney cried harder as Vincent continued whacking his tail. He thought that Vincent would never respect him now.

Rodney heard stomping coming up the stairs and realised that Buddy was home.

“WHERE IS THAT SHIT??” Buddy yelled. A door opened and slammed. Then the bedroom door was flung back and Veronica’s older brother strode into the room, carrying a heavy school paddle. Rodney whimpered. Vincent stepped away. Buddy swung the paddle at his ass and Rodney howled in pain, tears streaming down his red face like a little boy. After six very hard swats, Rodney was bawling like a baby. Buddy grabbed Rodney’s wrist and hauled him off the bed. Rodney jumped around clutching his blazing bottom and wailing for a few minutes until he regained control and stood there, rubbing his bottom and crying pitifully.

“Put your t-shirt and your leather jacket on,” Buddy growled. Rodney did so, trembling. Then Buddy threw him a pair of pink girls’ panties and a pink microminiskirt and told him to put them on. The cloth scraped uncomfortably over Rodney’s throbbing bum, and the revealing panties exposed his freshly spanked behind. Veronica laughed again. Buddy gripped his arm and dragged him down the stairs , opening the door.

“I can’t go out in a skirt and panties!” Rodney gasped.

“Well, you’ll have to,” smirked Buddy, “And next time it’ll be this.”

He punched out, stopping his fist an inch from Rodney’s face. Rodney didn’t flinch. He didn’t say a word. But he wet his panties. A warm wet patch spread over his dripping panties and there was a damp spot on the front of his tiny skirt. Buddy laughed, and slammed the door. Rodney slowly waddled off home, holding his hot bum and thinking miserably of his busted cherry and ass cherry. He tried not to think of what would happen when his dad saw him in a wet skirt and panties, or what school would be like tomorrow after all those photos and videos had gone round.Rodney was blushing beetroot red. He was supposed to become a man by screwing his beautiful girlfriend but instead he had been spanked like a little kid and deflowered and had peed his panties like a baby. Even Vincent had got a go at spanking him and an eyeful of his exposed cock and red ass. And now he was wearing a skirt and panties like a girl, not like the man he was supposed to be at all. Some youths across the street laughed and pointed, screaming and hooting. Rodney realised that other people were staring and pointing too. He hurried on back home, blushing as some kids from school stared at him incredulously before howling with laughter and taking photos on their phones.

Terry gawped at Rodney as he came in. He jumped to his feet, grabbed Rodney by the hair and yelled, “YOU’RE WEARING A FUCKING SKIRT?? And you pissed yourself! You’re going to get a good old-fashioned ass beating, you little sissy!”

Terry pulled Rodney over his knee, flipped up the skirt and started vigorously spanking Rodney’s pantied bottom. He alternated between each cheek as Rodney kicked and cried, then turned his attention to the boy’s tender sit spot. Rodney squirmed across Terry’s lap as his bum heated up in agony.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, I know that because you’ve obvi – obvus – susly -clearly been spanked already,” declared Terry. “Where are your jeans?”

“Veronica’s big brother made me leave them,” Rodney sniffed, “he made me wear this.”

“He MADE you?!” roared Terry, “You’re such a wimp! Couldn’t you fight back? I know he’s bigger than you but you don’t have to do what he says. Or were you too scared of him so you just did what he said? And peed your girl panties?”

“He paddled me, so did Veronica’s mum and dad, and her dad put his thing in my butt and Veronica raped me,” Rodney sobbed, lying limply over his stepfather’s lap.

“Well no son of mine is gonna let himself get ass raped or is gonna get raped by a girl!” snapped Terry, sounding furious. “I’m gonna give you a good caning tommorrow on your bare ass and you’re gonna get it worse if you ever get raped again. Now go to bed.”

Crying hard, Rodney scuttled upstairs to change out of his wet panties and skirt. He rubbed cream onto his tender, stretched butthole and flaming red bum. His sit-spots were deep red, nearly purple. His poor poo-ring hurt so much, and he took an ice-pole from the fridge and, after eating most of it, gently pushed the remainder up into his bunghole. It felt cool and soothing. That night, Rodney slept on his tummy, his colourful bum sticking up behind him.

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