#ass beating

This is it. You were reported to the police for suspected homosexual activity and the court needs concrete evidence before sending you off to the mines.

Now you are face to face with the council, Men as God intended them. They just worked out and every accused "man" must face them. Not a single homo makes it through without being found. Eventually the musk and pheromones get to their brains and they drop to their knees.

Let me guess!! This is gonna end up a part of a fanfiction for very horny fans? Fine!

Just imagine a wild cat catching its prey ( i was that prey BTW!) Anyway, he has a method to fuck with me psychologically first, thats his favorite thing! I wont go into too much detail since that fuck turned my brain into a mush. But pulling out our past from my ass is the lowest this asshole can go.

Now everyone's favorite part! Ass beating. Cant believe im having to deal with bunch of lil freaks..

It was playful at first, simple commands to get on my knees, lick his filthy billionaire shoes it was fun! Made my dick twitch. Shit got real when I opened my mouth to complain.. I was getting all excited for the bedroom time ya know!? Getting my back blown, but he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck like a kitten and dragged me to his favorite spot in the house, the basement.

We're- sorry boss.. HE is a rich motherfucker! How many basements does this man need!? You'll have to use your imagination for this! Imagine the walls covered in red, plush seats that your body sinks in, the dark floor boards that makes the intimidating click of my makers shoes louder with every step, hallways that lead to different room with equipment that normal people will heavily question and in the middle of the main room stands a throne. You'd think its a medieval decor! And hey! I tried to bully armand into NOT getting it but as you already know, I have no say in this.

I hope Jerry doesnt see this shit! ( one of my good friends from the college i worked at! If you see this, asshole I still hate you!)

Like the king he is, he sat himself on the throne which i thought was ridiculous and commanded me to undress. Im not very proud of my wrinkled old man body! If you think i cant just walk around naked without a thought, and i quietly blame armand for not turning me in my 20s. So I did what I was told, shedding my second skin and stood at the wall, face buried into the padding.

If you think you can handle armands rage, you're either a psychopath or have a death wish. Once he's in one of his moods you're gonna beg him to kill you. I can hear the throne creak and his calculated clicking of his shoes. He wasnt approaching me yet, but opening a the glass doors i knew exactly where it was going. You see! These past months I've been playing this game with him, to get what I want I just need to act as if Im truly scared of it OR " please armand.. I cant handle it!" And it worked, whenever I fuck up I get dragged down here "against my will" and get my ass beaten. Now you're wondering what is in the glass box- if you guessed whips and switches congratulations! And he picked out the shit i "hated". If you ever acsedently smacked yourself with a cord, this but times ten. Oh I wish that fucker could read my mind! My dick was poking at a wall and i tried humping it like a dog. But the problem was the friction of the padding, not enough to give me what I wanted and hiding it from my maker was almost impossible.

He was saying something, i wasnt exactly sure what it was.. something about me not deserving him? My ears rang and I was already turned into a needy mess, I was able to make it look like I was shaking with fear! HE BELIEVED IT. I didn't really expect the first hit, it cut clean through my skin which made me hiss but as you can already guess my balls were ready to explode. I could tell it was a switch. I cant really remember how many hits I got but lets say I have a difficulty to sit! And he made sure it took me months to heal.

I dont remember the rest since I passed out halfway through, let the crazy pants tell you the rest!

Whumpee panted, choking back tears as the cool air caressed her bare, throbbing ass. “Please,” she whispered.

Whumper grabbed a handful of hair, wrenching it back at an unnatural angle. “What did I say?”

“If-if I flinch,” she gasped, “we start over.”

“That’s right.” Whumper dropped her head. “You’re making my arm tired with all this nonsense.”

“I’m sorry.”

I wasn’t naughty, but I asked for a whoopin…and boy did I get it…I got my butt beat so hard it wore my daddy’s arm out and I’m sore walking around the next day! I got about 15 min of his hand, 15 min of my ouchie wooden hairbrush, 10 min of the evil silicone heart crop, and finished with about 15 min of the big paddle! The last 15 swats were extra hard and I had to say I was a good girl after each swat…

This was the third consecutive hard spankin I got in the span of three days. The first two were for bein naughty…but they didn’t leave much marks the following day.