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I am 30, and I have a 7,5 cm (3″) short penis (erected). When soft, it is not bigger then 2″ and always sticks out horizontal, it never dangles like men with real penises. Plus I have small, boyish balls. Usually it shrivels up to 1″ so it looks like a prune. When it is cold, it practically disappears.
In the high school I had the smallest one and I was teased by the other boys in the locker because of my tiny pee-wee. Also the girls giggled when see me in my speedo. However I was not humiliated. At least then.
It happened later. About two years ago, I was just changing my clothes in the local pool locker. The room is very small and its door opens directly to the little hall. In the locker farther there were five boys, around sixteen, finishing after swimming. They were well endowed, at least 8 cm (3,2” ) flaccid. I have just come from the end-of-November cold and was not more than 4 cm (1.5”). My ball was also shrunk very much. It was a heavy contrast: their full hanging manhood and my shriveled weenie. But they did not take care about me. Gosh! – I thought. The shock came after. It happened within seconds. By that time I was totally nude and was just adjusting my swimming glasses. A boy, last one leaving, simply left open the door. Changing right at the door, suddenly I found myself in front of four high school girls, wearing coats and jumpers, gathering around in the lobby. Two of the them were sitting only 4 meters(!) from me. They faced exactly to my small prick. Focusing surprisingly on my small penis, they started to giggle. One of them said loud enough I could hear as well: “Look, how tiny he is! Even my 12-year-old brother has got bigger!” It took 10 seconds or so, but I could not take a move. I was shocked and humiliated. And … my heart and my mind started racing. The fact that girls have realized I have a tiny penis, the way they looked at me, began to arouse. In the following second a men arrived and without recognizing anything closed the door.
I wondered what to do. I knew if I went into the pool I would meet the girls again and I have to face with them. The pool was nearly empty, so I could start to swim without meeting them. After 5 rounds I went to the sauna. The girls were there. Five girls. And nobody else. As I entered, they started to giggle again. By that time my weenie has become even smaller, because of the cold water and seemed as there is nothing in my speedo. Actually there was nothing. The girls were well endowed, tall and athletic. One of the them said aloud whispering “Maybe he can pee-pee with his weenie only sitting or squatting.” They all bursted in laugh and i run out feeling however aroused verz much.
I regularly visit drugstores and pharmacies looking for extra small condom. Or rather, looking for young and cute pharmacists. I lean a bit over the counters and ask in a low voice for extra small size condom. The girls usually get embarrassed, but try to hide it and remain professional. When they offer dozens of different brands, but all general one-size ones, that you can buy anywhere, I take two types to examine them, for sake of the show. Then I say “Unfortunately, these all are too big ones for me. …..er….. I have a little one, only 3.5 inches, or “I have a boysize one”, etc. (Meanwhile I am aroused and have a precum… ) But this is enough for the girls. They turn to chili red and get confused and can only mumble-jumble a “Sorry”. Looking back from the street I often see through the shop window that they turn to their colleagues and say something with a big smile on their face. Wow, that is amazing, I can tell you!
What do you do?
Originally posted 2009-02-12 16:32:48. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Call me a bitch but i did a sph to this guy. I finally after bothering me and telling him i was not intrested went on a date with this guy. he kept asking for weeks LOL, anyway we go back to his apt and things get hot and heavy, and i undress. he lifts me on a chair and starts to kiss me everywhere, so i say lets see what you got( I will keept this below X-rated) anyway, he carries me to his bed and fumbles with his shirt and takes it off and starts to kiss my thighs and well you know, and i rub his hair his pants are still on, so to tease me, being that i played hard to get he stops and says” I forgot your not intrested” and he gets up to leave and i say what are you saying I was being a tease now come back here, so he did and he kisses my stomach and starts to take off his pants and kisses my neck and as he is kissing my neck he takes off his underpants and i gently push him away and he tries to kiss my neck, i see his 5 inch penis and smile and place my palm by his coc& vein but not toching it and said (smiling) what’s this i cant do anything with that” i rubbed his thigh smiled and walked away sexy, he laid on the bed in shock. but i left and didnt turn back.
Originally posted 2008-03-01 07:02:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
by Subboy
The Humiliation of Slutboy
So this guy Eric is naked in the bathroom and he’s going to come out and give us a dance. Am I the only one who thinks this is strange.
“Should we do this.” I say.
“Of course we should,” says Heather “Hell yes.”
“What do you mean?” Stacy asks.
“I mean isn’t this wrong.” I say “Aren’t we being cruel.”
“We’re not forcing Slutboy to do anything he doesn’t want to do. He loves it.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Come out here slutboy.”
“Stacy.”
“I mean Eric.” She says with a smirk on her face.
Eric comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waste.
“Are you ready to dance for us?” Stacy asks.
“Sure.”
“You want to do this?” I ask.
“What?” he says.
“We’re not forcing you to do anything against your will?” Stacy asks.
“No.” he says, and looks down.
“It’s okay.” Stacy says “I’ll tell you what, we’ll give you safe words. If we ask you to do something you’re not sure of, or if things are getting too intense, say ‘yellow,’ like the yellow traffic light. If you want us to say ‘red,’ like the red light. Got it?”
“Sounds good.” he says.
“But I think, and correct me if I’m wrong,” Stacy says “But I think you’re just a little dicked sissy bitch who likes it when women boss him around and put him in his place.”
Heather cracks up laughing at this, and all he can do is look down. What the hell. Why doesn’t he just get his stuff and leave? “In that case let’s see you dance.” Stacy says, as she starts the music. What happens next is the most pathetic display of dancing I’ve ever seen. He starts out by doing the whole Saturday Night Fever thing, but he’s not even in rythm. Then he fails miserably at the moonwalk. We sarcastically whoop and holler.
“Take it off big boy!” Heather yells “Take it off.”
“No please.” I say, under my breath. This cracks Stacy up. He tries to tease us, by slowly revealing himself behind the towel. Then he throws the towel and knocks a vase off Stacy’s shelf.
“Oh shit.” he says. Luckily the vase doesn’t break. He stops.
“Don’t stop.” Heather says “Shake it! Shake that ass.” He tries to shake, but let’s just say he leaves a lot to be desired.
“Stop! Stop!” Stacy says laughing “That was possibly the worst, least sexy dancing in the history of man.” For some reason this idiot has a huge grin on his face. “Let’s try something different. Okay come a little closer and get down on your knees.” He does what she says. “Do something about that little thing between your legs. Make it hard.” Heather leans forward to watch.
“Oh my God.” I say. I can’t take it. I go into the kitchen to get another drink. “You guys want another drink?” I ask. They do.
I can hear Stacy from the kitchen. “Okay, now I want you to imagine that you’ve got a hot girl in front of you and you’re gonna fuck her brains out doggy style. I want to see what you’ve got; how you fuck. Yeah that’s it, start fuckin’ her.”
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Originally posted 2008-03-17 06:09:38. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
I knew many years ago that I had a small penis, and the first couple of girlfriends who went all the way with me had no qualms about letting me know about it.
I had few girlfriends after that. My first wife was cheating on me with two other guys, we were married only a couple years. My second wife and I have been together for 27 years, and she’s been with (sitting down?) no less than 11 other men, most of them multiple times, her favorite (and first) being a guy I was in a band with!
That’s how I found out that I actually liked being told how small I was, after her first time with him. She came home and wanted sex with me, and I know it was only to show me what he had done to her over a 4 hour span of time. She told me that she could barely feel me, and I knew it was true because I honestly had to move from side to side to feel much from her!
And I LOVED IT. I was angry that she had done it, but understood why she had enjoyed it so much at the same time. After that I wanted more and more and more of the same.
We STILL talk about that night, 25 years after the fact. One other one we still talk about was a guy I totally hated, and she did him because she was mad at me, but ended up at his place 8 or 9 times over a 2 month period of time. She let me know about her “activity” with him the first time by coming in, waking me up, and promptly sitting on my face.
Originally posted 2008-05-03 21:00:25. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
As someone with a tiny penis (1.9” soft & 3.25” hard), I was very interested to read people’s comments on small penis humiliation, and thought I would add my 50 cents worth. In spite of having a bit of a hang-up about being underendowed, I can’t deny that I do get secretly turned on when people laugh at my size.
It all started in my school days, when I was dating a girl called Louise, who was a few years younger than me and who was my first proper girlfriend. As a joke, a couple of my so-called friends sent her a love letter, which they pretended was from me. I never saw it myself, so I don’t know exactly what was in it, but I gather it went into explicit detail about my cock size (damn those communal showers).
Louise must have known it wasn’t really from me, but rather than being shocked, it seems she was curious about it. So the next time we were alone together in her bedroom, she began unbuttoning my jeans. I knew nothing about the letter, of course, so I thought she was getting fresh with me, because she wanted to take our relationship to the next level (we had only ever kissed before). This was like a dream come true to me at the time, because I was somewhat wet behind the ears and didn’t realise how truly tiny my cock was.
Louise, it turned out, was not at all wet behind the ears. No sooner had she pulled out my throbbing cock than she burst into laughter and told me that her 7-year old brother was bigger than me. Whereupon, my cock shrivelled up even smaller than normal and I shoved it back in my pants, my face crimson with embarrassment.
She finished with me right then and there. Not only that, but the next day she told all her friends at school, and they told their friends and so on, and so on. The upshot was I spent the rest of my school life being called the Shrimp.
There were various other incidents over the years where my cock ended up being laughed at, which I won’t go into here. The upshot is I ended up being more than a little reluctant to let girls go anywhere near it until I was very comfortable with them. Then, slowly I realised that I had come to like it when people told me I was small… it turned me on.
Originally posted 2008-02-22 13:00:08. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
By littlechasteguy
A few years ago, after several interviews, I finally got that good job I’d been seeking. The last step was to pass a pre-employment physical with the companies chosen doctor. The HR person gave me a sealed packet of forms to be completed and the name of the doctor to call. I was somewhat taken aback as the doctor’s name was obviously female, and that meant she’d likely have to see my teeny weenie, something that I tried to avoid happening. My teeny weenie measures just under four inches (ok, closer to 3 ½ inches) when fully erect while being very thin, less than 3 inches in girth. When flaccid it is not much more than a skinny little nub.
I called and made an appointment for in the afternoon three days later. I made sure I didn’t jerk off in between, so that at least I would be likely to show a swollen penis, better than a flaccid little nubbin if I needed to expose myself.
I arrived at the doctor’s office at the appointed time and it was obvious that I was to be the last patient for the day. In fact, I think they were staying late to accommodate me. The waiting room was empty except for me, and the receptionist locked the door behind me and turned the sign to show the office was closed. Within a few minutes an attractive, young medical assistant named Vicki came out and led me back to a rather spartan exam room, swinging the door most of the way closed, but still open a crack. She then told me to remove my clothes so she could get my vital statistics.
I removed my clothes except for my underwear. Looking rather impatient as she stood by the scale, she said, “C’mon. All of them.” Sheepishly I slid my underwear down, exposing my partially erect, yet shamefully small penis. I noticed a slight grin on her face as she told me to come over and get on the scale so she could measure my height and weight. She checked my weight (165 lbs.) then proceeded to check my height. As she raised the measuring arm she gave me a little pat on the ass as she said “Move forward a bit so it will reach.” Then looking at my little erection she added, “You have plenty of room.” By this time I was at my near 4 inch maximum length protruding straight out. After measuring my height (5’7”) I was told to have a seat on the exam table so my blood pressure and temperature could be checked. All was well.
Vicki then told me I needed to provide blood and urine samples. She pricked my finger and filled several small glass tubes with blood samples. As she handed me a plastic cup for urine she informed me that for chain of custody purposes she would need to witness me peeing into the cup. “Come with me,” she directed, opening the door and walking down the hallway. Naked, I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, grateful that no one saw. Holding the cup in my left hand, and my little erection between my right thumb and two fingers, I managed to squeeze a little urine through my hard penis, filling the cup about half way. As I handed the cup to Vicki she looked at the sample, looked down at my little erection, and said, “I guess it will have to do.”
My luck didn’t hold out on the return trip to the exam room. As I left the bathroom, there were the receptionist and two black ladies, apparently the cleaning crew, standing in the hallway. They both snickered as I covered up my penis and squeezed by.
Back in the exam room I was told to lie down on the table and that the doctor would be right in. I asked Vicki for a sheet to cover up and was told that this practice had stopped using such items to keep costs down.
A few minutes later, just as my erection was beginning to soften a little, in walked Doctor Karen Simpson, along with Vicki. Dr. Simpson was a tall, attractive, blond, probably in her mid forties. She shook my hand and introduced herself. Noticing that my little weenie was pointing straight up the doctor told Vicki that she should remain in the room.
As I laid there Dr. Simpson took the packet and told me there was a medical questionnaire to complete first, and then she would perform the physical exam. She walked around the room asking me various questions about my medical background. Eventually she reached the section regarding sexual history and practices.
“Ever have sex with a man?” she asked. Being honest I replied that a previous girlfriend used to make me perform oral sex on another one of her boyfriends. “I see,” was her nonchalant response. However, I was sure Vicki was trying to suppress laughter. And my little weenie was now beginning to throb. I began to wish I had jerked off before the appointment.
“Do you use condoms for protection when you have sexual intercourse?” was the next question. I hesitantly stammered out a, “Yes.” I’m pretty sure she left the questionnaire, when sensing my hesitation, the doctor asked, “Do you have any trouble finding condoms that will fit and stay on. You are quite a bit smaller than average.” Now I knew Vicki was stifling her laughter as she watched my little weenie pulse. I could only respond by saying that I’d found a shop that orders extra small condoms for me. “Good,” replied the doctor.
“Last question: Do you currently have a sex partner, and how often do you have sex? If not, how often do you masturbate?” I’m sure I was bright red as I related how I have a girlfriend, but she thinks I am too small. So mostly I provide her with oral sex. I masturbate once or twice a day normally. “I understand,” was the response. “And does she have other partners?” Sheepishly I answered, “Yes. She tells me she needs sex from someone who is more well-endowed.” She jotted down some notes, and mentioned that some additional blood tests were to be ordered.
“Ok. Let’s check you out now.”
She put on rubber gloves and gave the form to Vicki, so she could complete the paperwork as the doctor performed the exam. The doctor then began with the physical exam, poking, prodding and using her instruments. She checked my eyes, throat, heartbeat, breathing, reflexes and internal organs. She had me get up and demonstrate balance and coordination by standing on one foot with my arms extended, the touching my nose. Then, she checked flexibility by having me lean over and touch the ground. As I was bent over she gave me a little pat on the ass and said I could stand up.
Then came the part I was dreading. “I need to check your sexual organs.” I nervously nodded and stood there, hands at my side, as the doctor took my little erection in between her thumb and forefinger. “Obviously this works, in a sense,” she noted, “even if unfortunately for you it is a bit small.” She smiled as she gave it a couple of squeezes. I nodded my head in agreement, trying to think of anything I could to avoid squirting in her hand.
Dr. Simpson then took my ball sack in her right hand, manipulating them around. “Your testicles seem to be healthy, if a bit underdeveloped,” she noted. She went on, “Tell me, when you ejaculate, do you seem to ejaculate a normal amount. I mean compared to the guys your girlfriend made you perform oral sex on?”
By this point Vicki was almost openly laughing as she jotted down notes and avoided making eye contact with me. I could only reply with the truth. “No. I usually produce a smaller amount. Nothing like some of the other guys I’ve seen.”
“That’s what I thought. But don’t worry,” she told me. “Just because you are small doesn’t mean there are any health issues. You seem to have found ways to achieve sexual satisfaction despite your rather diminutive size.”
“We need to check a couple of more things. First let’s make sure you have no hernia problems.” With that she stood at my side and put her left hand between my ass cheeks, in the area between my ball sack and anal entrance. With her right hand she cupped my ball sack. She checked several areas, asking me to cough each time. I’m not sure if it was intentional but as she checked various areas her right forearm was applying pressure to my throbbing penis. I was panting and on the edge of cumming. By the time the hernia exam ended my little weenie had a drop of precum on the tip and I was involuntarily moving to and fro, as if fucking the air.
I was beginning to tremble, and my breathing was coming in short gasps. I was on the edge of orgasming. The doctor waited a few seconds for me to regain some sense of composure. “One last check is all. Then we will be done. I need to check your prostate.” I gasped and almost cried when Dr. Simpson put some lube on her right index finger. “Please climb back and lie down on the table,” which I did. “Now Vicki I will need your help here. Stand behind his head.” The doctor then lifted my legs and had Vicki pull them toward her so that my ass was in the air. “Keep your arms to your side and get ready. This might be a little uncomfortable,” she warned. Then her finger entered my ass.
That was it. I could take no more. I started shaking, rocking around and holding on to the edges of the table. Vicki strained to hold my legs still as I grunted and a wad of cum shot out of my little weenie onto my chest and face. The doctor also held on, keeping her grip on me and her finger in my ass until I settled down. “That’s ok,” she comforted me. “Let’s finish this exam. Vicky, when we are done please note in his record that he has an unusually strong anal stimulative response.”
I was still shaking as she removed her finger, utterly humiliated and babbling something about apologies. “It’s ok,” the doctor said. “You can get dressed now and clean yourself up.” She then left the room. Vicki stayed, finishing the paperwork and giggling as I dressed. Already totally humiliated and in a hurry I simply used my fingers to scoop the cum off me, then licked them clean.
Vicki then escorted me out, again patting me on the ass and quietly saying, “Thanks little guy. It was fun.” As I left she added, “You poor thing.” I hurriedly scooted out, hoping I still had the job.
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Originally posted 2009-02-13 17:42:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Yesterday, i had my first “true” SPH experience (i say true as its the first time someone has really been a part of it and not just me mentally making a lot of nothing for my own fantasy) anyway… here goes….
I left work very early yesterday (i was ill) at about 10am, by midday i was feeling better and bored sitting at home so i went and bought a paper and went to a quiet little pub i know, nice and out the way so noone from work would see me. i sat for an hour or two, reading the paper and sipping a couple of pints when a homeless guy came in for a cup of tea. He sat just across from me even though the pub was entirely empty apart from myself and one barman. So he starts talking to me and we have a little conversation that doesn’t really go anywhere and i have to admit i felt a little uncomfortable sitting across from this old homeless guy (unwashed clothes,scraggly hair, scraggly beard, just as you’d picture) and me still in my nice work suit and very well turned out.
We kind of run out of things to talk about and the barman tells the guy he needs to move on pretty soon, so i get up and go to the gents. I come in the door, its only a small room with urinals lined up very close together and one small stool. I go and stand at the left urinal, unzip and pull my tiny little dick (1 inch when flaccid) so it barely pokes out of my trousers and start to pee, then i hear the door open and in comes the homeless guy and comes to the urinal on the right, i turn slightly, as i always do, towards his direction so he could see my little baby dicklet if he looks over (i always do it but nothing ever happens) but this time, he looks at it and just laughs out loud and says with no embarrassment “fucking hell mate, THAT is fucking TINY!” and laughed again, i just nodded, smiled and said “tell me about it, but what can i do” then i threw caution to the wind and added “come on then, lets see yours then”, he smiled, unzipped and flopped out his cock, not massive, but about 6 inches soft and really thick, way thicker than mine thats for sure.
I just stare at it for a few seconds and he says “let me get a better look at yours then” so i turn so im completely facing him and try to push all my little member out through the open fly, again he laughs saying “christ, my son had a cock that big when he was 4 years old!” he turns back to the urinal and starts peeing so i go to zip up and leave when he says “stay there boy, keep it out so i can see it”, i was stunned, my heart was racing, i couldn’t believe what was happening, here i am, a successful young man with a very good job in a very nice suit standing here infront of some unwashed homeless old bum submitting to having him humiliate my tiny dick.
So, i did as he said, frozen still, watching him pee, still with my dick poking its little head out of my trousers aware that anyone could walk in. Then he starts talking again saying “you know i just cant believe a grown man could have such a tiny dick” i felt my cock twitch, he continued “i mean, how do you even fuck a bird” my dick twitched again, this time he noticed “you like it dont you, you sad little boy” i just nodded and looked down at my now hard dick, straining out but still only 3 inches long “Ha!, look at it, even hard its still tiny” i was so humiliated and so horny “go on, wank it off for me, i wana see if you can cum more than a pathetic dribble” instantly my hand was on my dick, pumping my tiny member as fast as i could with him standing there, laughing all the time. “god, you’re a filthy little bastard, look at my cock, its a soft as bread and still twice as long and three times thicker than yours, you really have a baby sized dick” just as he said that i came, so fucking hard but as always, only a couple of sad drops of cum came trickling out, he watched and said “ha, i knew it, what a loser” then he left and i went and sat in the stool to take in what just happened, at first i was upset with myself and felt utterly ashamed, but with minutes i was wanking again running it through in my mind.
Originally posted 2008-03-02 07:12:05. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Probably not such an uncommon thing but I was caught out early one am giving my little tack a whack I had crashed out at a friends place after partying all night . There was a spare bedroom as one of the girls who lived in the house hadn’t returned home that night so one of the other girls who lived there told me it would be fine for me to sleep in there. I was glad for the bed but was still a bit wired and we all know how relaxing a bit of masturbation can be so as the sun is rising and the light of the new day shines thru the window I lay back closed my eyes and conjured up some fantasy to set the mood i was blissfully pulling away on my little pecker when i heard a noise ; no it was a startled Oh!!! i took my hand from my work and saw i shocked and distraught looking girl standing there staring at me in disbelief (I should mention I had never met this girl before and she wouldn’t have a clue who I was she regained her voice and started shrieking as i found my clothes and fled for the bathroom to put them on unfortunately the bathroom was occupied and the girls shriek had woken the other members of the household so there i was starkers with a receding erection trying to get at least my trousers on. It all calmed down after a bit but I left there knowing every girl in the house had seen me naked and one had seen my pathetic excuse for an erection we never spoke of it (although I can only imagine what they may have said amongst themselves)
Originally posted 2008-06-28 06:00:46. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
By Dick Small
I have a pretty average size uncircumcised dick but have never been able to bring my wife to orgasm through penetrative sex. She always says it is probably just something we are doing wrong or not finding the right position ….. yeah right! After 25 years ?
I have always had a panty fetish which started in my teens when I stayed in my aunt’s house and used to try on and masturbate in my older cousin’s sexy panties, stockings and corsets. I have always kept a panty drawer (some of my wife’s cast offs and some I bought myself) and love to wear panties any time I can. A couple of years ago I discovered cuckold sites on the web and quickly my biggest fantasy has become …. My wife has never been satisfied with my small pantied dick and needs a REAL man to satisfy her.
I have sometimes managed to get my wife to play along with my fantasy. It starts off with me gently massaging her pussy through her panties to get her in the mood. I then go down , pull her panty gusset to one side and lick her pussy and beautiful ass hole. I suggest that I get out her BIG dildo and pleasure her. When I am gently pushing the dildo in and out of her well lubricated pussy, I ask her if she is enjoying the feeling of having a REAL man’s cock fill her pussy? She murmurs “yes” and I push her further by asking her if “he” is bigger than me? She says “Of course”.
I ask her why she needs other men to fuck her and she says it is because I only have a little wiener that can’t satisfy her and that she deserves a REAL man with a REAL COCK.
She tells me that my little dick (she never calls it a cock!) does not fill her up like this. She asks me if I want to stay in the next room and listen or if I want to stay and watch?
I say that as a “punishment” for not being able to satisfy her I should be made to stay and witness how a REAL man satisfies a woman. She agrees but says I have to wear a pair of her dirty panties to cover my weiner and sit in the corner and am not allowed to join in.
As I used the dildo faster on her she humiliates me further by saying that “he” is soo much bigger than me and is much better than me. She then tells me to lick her ass while “he” fucks her pussy. It doesn’t take long before she has her first orgasm. I ask her if she is enjoying herself and she says “What do you think, loser?” She asks me if I am enjoying myself and I say “I am happy to see you being satisfied by a REAL cock” she says that it feels soo good that she will have to have a REAL cock more often and that I will not have any choice in the matter as I am only her wimp husband.
She comes again, this time more violently than before! She pulls her panties back into place to stop her lover cum from leaking out. She asks me if I want to fuck her now but suggests that she will not be able to feel anything. Then she changes her mind and tells me to take off my panties and to slowly remove her panties which are now soaked with “her lovers sticky cum” and put the on.
She asks me if I can feel her lovers sticky cum on by little dick and bum. When I don’t answer, she laughs and says that my hard little dick is answer enough. She gives me permission to jerk my little dick off by using only my finger and thumb. She says to her “lover” that as her husband is a small pantied dick sissy who jerks off in her soiled panties, he can come over to fuck her any time he likes.
I am now so turned on that I come more violently that I have ever done before.
It would be a big turn on for me if she made subtle humiliating remarks about it in public.
What could be more sexy?
Originally posted 2009-04-25 18:54:34. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
by Subboy
Slutboy is Punished
Eric is kneeling on the chair with his back to us, waiting to be punished. I can’t believe this guy. I guess I’ve heard that there were men like this, but I can’t believe Stacy was able to find him so easily.
“Sarah you go first.” Stacy says “Give him twenty good spanks.”
“No, that’s okay,” I say “I’ll pass.”
“Sarah you have to.” Stacy says “It’s really important to me that he understands that he’s disrespected us all, and that he understands that he’s beneath us all.”
“Come on” Heather says.
I go up and give his ass a little slap.
“Wait, wait, harder than that.” Stacy says “Think of how this pathetic worm has been strutting around all night fully nude. Really let him have it.”
I hit him harder.
“Hey idiot.” Stacy says. What now? “Slut boy don’t you even know how to take a spanking?”
“Sorry.” he wimpers. What a loser. I kind of want to give it to him now.
“Present that sorry ass. Stick it out, and make it a nice target. I can’t believe you didn’t even know that. You’re so pathetic, I would of thought you’d have taken many spankings.” He does as she says and pushes his ass out. “We’ll start again. Sarah go ahead and give this fuck twenty good spanks.” I lay into him. After about ten spanks, Stacy tells me to switch to the other side of his ass. I do my best to make this side hurt as much as the other side. I’m into it. As I’m finishing, Heather comes out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon. “That’s a great idea Heather.” Stacy says laughing. She puts her face close up to Eric’s face. “Heather’s gonna beat you with a spoon.” Then she whispers something to Heather, and Heather nods.
“Stick that ass out idiot!”
Heather whacks one side, then the other, then the other, then the other, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Then she aims lower, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“Now harder.” Stacy says.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! “Owww, owww, oh that hurts.” He says.
“Shut up! Don’t tell us it hurts.” Stacy says “We’re not stupid. We know it hurts, it’s supposed to. Make it hurt Heather.”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
“Last two.” Heather says. She swings her arm back and really lets him have it. He collapses forward. “Pretty good for a fat girl.
“I’m so sorry I said that.” He says.
“One more.” Stacy says “Present that ass.” Heather gives him one more good one. “Okay stand up.” Stacy says “I want you standing in the corner. Put your hands up on the back of your head and take a little rest, but don’t move your hands. The warm up is over. My turn is next, and it will be a lot worse for you.”
We go to the kitchen and get another drink. Stacy goes to her room and comes back with a long paddle made of leather.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“It’s my strap.” Stacy says smiling “This isn’t the first time I’ve spanked someone.” She takes a sip of her drink. “He’s had enough rest time. Let’s go.” Stacy has us bring him into her bedroom. She has towels spread out on her bed. She makes him lie face down on the bed. “Sarah, you hold down his arms, Heather you hold down his legs. Slutboy, I’m going to beat you with my strap for five minutes. I want to make you cry. Then I’m going to give you another painful test. Finally, I will humiliate you, and show you your place. If you pass these three tests you can become my slave, which only means more abuse and humiliation. But that’s what you want. Okay Sarah, please keep track of the time for me. Tell me when I have four minutes, three minutes, and so on.”
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Originally posted 2008-04-10 07:00:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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