Disciplined by Female Supremacists
I was heading to the address I was given. I couldn’t believe that someone would sell a car like that for only a couple thousand dollars, but hey, who was I to argue? It was kind of a funny circumstance, being that someone had just called me saying that they knew someone who knew I was into cars and thought I might be interested. A mint condition 1952 MG-TC? Only 1200 original miles? And only $2000.00? It was too unbelievable to believe, but I was hooked and I didn’t care how far away I had to go.
I pulled up the dirt driveway, my headlights barely piercing the thick swirling fog that seemed to get worse as I drove, and made the turn on the right fork as I was instructed. The woman who had given me the directions to the barn was curt, and sort of evil sounding, but I didn’t really care, I was buying a car, not going on a date with her. Finally, up ahead, I saw the silhouette of the old barn which was where the car was supposed to be according to my instructions. I was told by the woman to just go inside, and look around. I parked the car and walked up, lifted the latch and swung the heavy door open and headed inside.
“Close the door please.” I heard a deep female voice say.
I did as she asked, and the door creaked loudly as I closed it. It was pitch-black inside.
“Hello?” I said.
The warm glow of an oil lamp suddenly came up about 50 feet in front of me, and I saw the image of a woman’s face above it.
“Hello. Wow that was quite a drive. I almost got lost twice.” I said, trying to establish a conversation..
Then I heard the sound of a latch snapping shut, and then another, and another, and still another. I turned to the direction of each sound quickly, becoming quite nervous and actually frightened.
“A rough ride?” The female voice said walking slowly and from behind the lamp.
“Um, yes. Well, it wasn’t that bad, just the fog made it a bit difficult.” I replied nervously, my voice creaking. This was spooky and was making me quite uncomfortable .
“Hum.” Said the voice. Then, I could hear the distinct sounds of chains clinking.
“Rough ride huh?” She said again.
“Yes,” I replied. “Look, I came to look at the car,” I said, trying to take my mind off this surreal scene. “is it here?”
“All in good time, all in good time..” She said.
Then, suddenly, without a sound of warning, I felt hands all over me, grabbing me roughly, pulling my hands quickly behind my back.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!! HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!”
I struggled, but could not break free, it seemed as if there were 10 of them! They dragged me across the dark floor and I was kicking and yelling.
“STOP!! PLEASE!! WHAT DO YOU WANT!!! PLEASE!! TAKE THE MONEY!! I DON’T CARE!! JUST LET ME GO..!!!!”
“Silence!” Said the voice, as I was bent over something and felt my arms stretched out, and then felt what felt like belts being tied around my wrists and ankles. My legs were spread out and a belt was cinched around my waist just above my hips. Then, silence, for a moment anyway..
“Click! Snap! Click! Snap!” I could feel my bottom rising up high into the dark, cool night air, as someone cranked something on the thing I was bound to.
Still in total darkness, I felt hands reach up under me and undo my belt! Then I felt my trousers being pulled down along with my underwear!! Oh god!! NO! What the hell was going on here!!!
“P-P-P-PLEASE!!! NOOO!!! PLEASE!!! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??!! PLEASE! PLEASE!! DON’T HURT ME!! PLEASE!!” My trousers were lowered until they were around my ankles. And then, the barn was suddenly glowing with more and oil lamps, and I could see there were three women who came forward, all wearing long black capes with hoods.
“You have been selected to be punished for the sins of all men.”
“What the hell are you talkin- “
“THWACK!!!” Went something across both cheeks!!
“As I was saying, you have been selected to be punished for the sins of all men, and that is why you have been brought here, stripped and bound to the bench. You are going to be spanked, very hard and very long, and you will be here for as long as we wish. Each of us will have a turn at that ass of yours and each of us will whip it in earnest. You will thank us for each stroke of the strap, or whatever we choose to use, and you will not move out of position. Is that understood?”
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! YES!! YES!!!YES!!! I UNDERSTAND!!”
I could feel perspiration trickle between my cheeks as they rebound from the strap or whatever they used. My god!! How could this have happened to me? How did they find me and why was I literally the ‘whipping boy’ for all men?
I had to get away! I had to!! But how? Then I felt the searing pain, the instantaneous heat surge through my bottom and right up my spine! Over and over again, and it seemed harder and harder!!
“SPEAK!” The woman weilding the strap said.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! T-THANK YOU!! OOOWWWW!!!”
I begged mercy, but it was not to be. She continued to roast my rump with the strap, one cheek, the other cheek, both cheeks, even spreading my cheeks at one point to strap my little hole! And to thank this woman for all this pain was next to impossible. But I did it.
I could hear the other ladies say, “Yes! Strap that ass! Make him pay! Make him pay!”
She seemed to be lengthening the strokes, but each one was much more powerful! It seemed like they were coming one-second apart and it was the longest second of my life!
I screamed and convulsed my body against my bonds, but they held firmly. At one point I felt a hand grip my balls, just tightly enough to bring my stomach to nausea.
“UHHHHHH!! THANK YOU!!!” I yelled, as the hand manipulated my balls.
I was dying, and as the strap powered into my very red bottom, it wiggled, and jiggled like Jello and apparently this was exciting the women because they were howling as each stroke made contact.
Finally after what seemed an eternity. The woman stopped. And I heard footsteps leaving. The anxiety of not knowing what was happening was as scary as knowing what just happened. I was a wreck, I tried to move, but couldn’t. I kept wiggling, and to my surprise, one wrist shackle came off! I worked quickly to remove the other one and then the waist strap and finally my ankles. I was free!
I pulled my pants up and had trouble getting them up over my swollen ass cheeks. I was beginning to sweat, worrying they would be back at any moment. I ran for the door, but in the dim light, when I opened what I thought was the door to outside, I found a brilliantly lit room and -. “AH! What do we have here!” Said a woman brandishing a large black paddle. “Um! I – uh, was uh-” I was shivering from fright, that’s what I was doing!. I knew I was caught, but I wasn’t done yet. I spun around and ran out the room and into the darkened warehouse like I was an Olympic sprinter.
“SIEZE HIM!!” The woman said, and an alarm sounded. I was in deep dog poop now.
I couldn’t tell which way to go and in my blinding fear, tripped over something on the floor and fell flat onto something long and padded. I immediately went to pull myself up, but felt a foot in my back push me down again.
“NO!” I yelped as the wind was knocked out of my lungs. My arms and legs were being stretched and put into what felt like large leather belts. Oh god! Oh shit!
“Swearing! Ladies! The Spencer paddle please.” She said.
“NO!!” I protested. I was in so much trouble I felt I was going to pass out from fear!
“Silence! Ladies, please look up the penalty for escaping during a strapping and not obeying and swearing.” She said.
“Please don’t!” I protested.
One woman, with a very sexy almost Marilyn Monroe type of voice read: “The penalty and discipline book says, 60 hard, full swing slaps on the bared buttocks for escaping during a punishment strapping while tied to the exam table, and 25 with the round paddle over the knee while shackled for disobeying and swearing.”
“Very good then. Let us begin, and let us teach this young man, the meaning of obeying.”
I could hear it. The ‘whoosing’ sound, it was as if it were in slow motion, closer and closer, until it now whistled as it met the already tortured flesh, making a “WHAP!” sound. My body bucked forward and the restraints burned into my wrists and ankles! I screamed bloody murder, but it was followed by another, and another and another, until I passed out. Next thing I knew, I was choking as one woman held a ammonia capsule under my nose to revive me. As soon as they saw I was conscious-
“Continue the sentence!” Called a woman’s voice and once again the paddle is applied in earnest to my burning buns.
“Get used to it Mr.! This is your lot in life! Women are in charge now and you are just our toys, our slaves, our whipping boys for all the ills of the world!” She said while spanking my bottom, the sinister Spencer paddle turning my ass cheeks into two large ripe tomatoes. I passed out 4 times and was revived 4 times, and finally I was helped up and draped over a very sweet smelling woman’s lap. I was so weak, I offered no resistance. At least not yet. The woman’s skirt was pulled way up as my partially naked body touched her warm skin, I got aroused.
“Hum. What have we got here? Well Hun, you’ll soon lose that hard-on.” She said and you know what? She was right!!!! She was just using her hand, but with my new found sensitivity on my poor fanny, it felt like she was hitting me with a 2X12. I screamed and squirmed and tried to wiggle away from each slap, but it was for naught. She clamped her powerful leg behind mine and then took my arm into the small of my back. Another lady pulled up a stool and slid her pussy under my mouth.
“EAT! And it better be good, or you’ll end up on some milk carton somewhere,
“Assless In Asheville” She said, sticking it right in my face. She smelled delicious, and I was at least happy for the diversion. If they thought this was torture, then bring it on! The spanks were coming down hard, but I used every once of concentration to deal with my task. I slithered my long hungry tongue into her vagina. I twirled it around and back the other way, fucking it. I used the tip of my nose to gently manipulate her clitoris, while I ate her with a greed for life only a dying man knows. Then I brought my tongue to her erect clit, and encircled it, sucked it gentle and rubbed it sensually with my tongue again.
She was delicious, and I was so lost in the moment, my butt being spanked wasn’t even noticeable anymore. I surrounded her clit with my moist hot lips and sucked her clit into my mouth, and then I thrust the entire length of my tongue into her searing box. I was salivating I was so ‘into’ it.
She was moaning and thrusting her pelvis into me and all her juices and made my face so wet that I couldn’t even see. I was fucking her pussy with my tongue and thrusting in and out and as if to encourage a certain rhythm, the woman spanking me continued spanking me at a pace equal to the tongue-fucking. My tongue was getting so sore and I felt the little cord under my tongue tear and the pain was very substantial, but yet I didn’t stop, one for fear and two because she tasted so damned good! Finally she began gyrating her hips in a sort of figure 8, and up and down and she grabbed me by my ears and began screaming, “Fuck my pussy you naughty boy!! Fuck it! Ummm Yes!! Use that tongue!! Make me cum!!” And then she did, she pulled on my ears so hard I thought I’d look like J. Paul Getty’s grandson, pulling my head hard into her pussy and squishing my face against her soft pubis. “YES!! OH GOD!! YES!! I’M CUMMING !!! I felt the moistness increase from her hot box. And I tasted a change in her juices and I knew she had cum. That and the fact that she was caressing my head and the spanking had stopped.
“Good boy. You did well. 15 minute break for you, and then you will do the same for all 3 of us. Position him with his legs up this time. Let’s see how well he eats ass.” She said. “We don’t want that tongue to go to waste.”
OH MY GOD!!