June Punishments

June Punishment
Scottieboy
pwhipped4@yahoo.com
Owned by hadenufofhim@yahoo.om

Disclaimer: This is about male-male BDSM activity. If you are under age or
it is illegal for you to look at it please don’t. This is not fiction and
is not embellished in the least.

Background: It has been a few months since my last post. I am a 47 year
old married white male father of 2 who for complicated reasons came under
the control of my spouse about 2 years ago. She outsources me to receive
male male punishment and humiliation. This account is entirely factual,
like the other ones I have written, and is photo documented in the yahoo
group she maintains regarding my training. People keep writing and wanting
more stories, but these are not stories, rather accurate accounts, and one
does not do this sort of thing every day.

Account:

I had been restricted from masturbating for over a week and my nuts were
ready to burst. Goint a week is bad enough, but having to provide sexual
services daily that leave me dripping makes it nearly intolerable. I
decided to take a chance and masturbate to get some relief; quietly at the
office; no one around. Thought I had gotten away with it until I got home
and got my twice daily inspection, which involves checking the tenseness of
my testes and the epidymus where semen is stored after being made in the
testes. I was caught immediately and told that I would be outsourced again
for punishment.

Usually it takes a week or more for someone to be found to do this, but
this time she had someone lined up. I think I was set up to get in trouble
so I would be punished. At any rate, I found myself on a Monday at
lunchtime being sent out for punishment to a 35 or 40 year old guy. I
arrived at the appointed location and entered.

“Come in Scott” he said, not altogether unpleasantly and led me to a room
that was large and appeared innocuous. There was a large overstuffed
leather chair which had been more or less covered up with towels. He had
me stand about 3 feet from it and said “Strip”.

“Yes Sir” I replied, knowing that the less I fought back or showed an
attitude the better this might go for me. I stripped down, embarassed by
my body which at 6-3, and 240 is overweight and out of shape. My one good
asset is my 7 inch cut dick, and as usual it was springing to attention at
having to strip.

“Hands behind your head boy” he said. Of course I complied and held them
behind my head, fingers intertwined as instructed.

He then took the bag I had been sent with and unpacked it. I had been
ordered to not examine the contents of it and had not done so. Of course I
knew everything in that bag was going to be used on me.

Onto the leather chair he unloaded the contents:
1. Flyswatter.
2. Cockwhip.
3. Heavy leather belt.
4. Clothepins.
5. 1/4 inch thick rubber strap shaped like a paddle (I shuddered as
this things hurts like hell).
6. “The Punishment Stick” which is a Brazilian hardwood narrow paddle
about 15 inches long and 2 inches wide.
7. The TENS unit that she had purchased and was using on me for cbt.
8. Lexan Cane (in my opinion, worse than rataan).
9. The Cord Whip (I actually found my hands trembling a bit when I saw
this. It had not been used heavily on
me before and even mild use was devastating. It had been made by
someone who follows my punishments and
was made of a computer coaxial cord, two loops to be exact, mounted
concentrically inside each other to
form a 14 inch and 10 inch loop. This is mounted to a walnut
handle. This would be like getting it with
an electric cord.
10. A black butt plug, thick and about 6 inches.
11. Lube and electrolytic jelly for the TENS unit.
12. Digitial camera with video function and tripod.
13. An athletic supporter, stained yellow quite heavily (I now know
because the on line slave who sent it
to my owner ejaculated into it not less than 3- times).

As I watched these items come out I also had a look at my punisher.
Probably 35 to 40 years of age; brown hair; 5-11; 170 or so; not a
bodbybuilder but probably a guy who swam and did other exercise.

He was matter of fact as he began the punishment.

“You were sent here to be punished according to a prescribed regimen. I
have been told what to deliver and will do so. You will cooperate with
this or risk being sent back for worse. Any questions?”

“No Sir” I said, aware that my dick had not diminished during this
interchange.

“Stand in front of the chair Boi, Hands behind your head” he said.

I did so, and noticed he was setting up the camera and tripod to photograph
my ass. This did not surprise me as to make matters worse, she has set up
a group with a significant number of people who follow my punishment, make
suggestions, and even send punishment implements. Of course, many of them
enjoy baiting me regarding my status via e mail and messenger.

I stood in position and heard some pictures being taken, ones that were
later labeled “Ass Before Punishment”.

Then, he told me to sit on the chair and he took the jock strap and told me
to “Open wide”.

I was totally disgusted but knew better than to argue as the yellow
stained, fortunately dried out and not foul smelling, garment was stuffed
into my mouth. I could taste the salt in it from the dried ejaculate.

Pictures were then taken, I know now to get one that was not identifiable
but showed that I had in fact had the thing in my mouth. Unfortunately, it
was to stay there for most of my punishment. The best of the pictures came
to be labelled “Donated Cum Stained Jock in Mouth”.

In front of my face the man then showed me a typed page which was an HIV
test done one week previously. It was negative. He then said “I have
permission to exchange body fluids with you in any way I see fit boi”.

I felt my face turned flush. One of my biggest fears is that I will be
sent out for a fucking, and even when I have had to blow guys, they always
wore condoms.

He then took a step away from the camera and stripped down himself. It was
clear as he did that he worked out more than I had realized as he had a
more or less textbook swimmers build, hairless chest and abdomen, and a 6.5
inch uncut cock that sprang up out of his boxerbriefs when he peeled them
off. Of course this made my dick go harder.

I try to continue to see myself as heterosexual but when you get hard by
being stripped, punished by, or sucking the cock of other males it at some
point becomes undeniable. I have become bisexual. Given how I grew up, at
a time and in places where being gay would have been potentially punishable
by death, this is not an easy thing to accept.

“Stand in front of the chair and put your hands on top of it” he ordered.

I did so, in some ways eager to get under way so this could be over.

“Ass out boy” he ordered, and I held it out the way other men had made me
do it when I was sent out like this.

“He came around the front of me and reached into the chair, grabbging the
rubber paddle shaped strap.

Hold still boy” he ordered, and then methodically and rapidly began using
it on my buttocks.

“Slap….. Slap….. SLAP” ame the first 3 blows in perhaps 5 seconds. I
held my ass still but could feel it heating up already. WHen I first
started being punished, this would have been enough to get me dancing but
my tolerance has improved substantially.

“Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap” came the next 5 at at least a one per second
rate. I heard myself inhaling deeply, but willed myself to hold still and
not be a wimp about this.

“Slap, SLap, Slap, Slap” came the blows, alternating on ass cheeks and
covering the area in stinging blows that turned my ass red.

“That’s 25 boy, stand up with your hands behind your head”.

I heard the camera shutter click as he took the picture that came to be
labelled “25 with rubber paddle”.

“Back over the chair boy for the next 25″ he ordered, but quite calmly,
almost kindly.

“Yes Sir” I replied as I did so, getting back into the position that left
my balls hanging and my ass held out.

“Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, SLap……” it
was a rapid fire 25, taking us to a total of 50. Other than the sound of
the paddle, the only other noise was my relatively quiet, under the
circumstances utterances of “ooooh………aaah…….. oooooow” as well as
sucking and blowing noises as I beatehed in and out trying not to make too
much noise. This was really hurting and was getting my attention.

“Stand up, hands behind head boy” he said.

I did so, and heard the camera shutter click, taking the picture that came
to be labelled “50 with rubber paddle”.

“Back down boi” he said, again just as calm as could be as if he were
directing a kid in his calisthenics work out on the field.

I did so, and on the way down noted that now my dick was leaking some. I
also noticed his was hard, out of the corner of my eye.

He then reached onto the chair over which I was bent and grabbed “the
punishment stick”. The damned thing is actually called that, marketed
under that name, and puts your average hairbrush or pine paddle to shame
because the wood is very hard and the striking surface quite narrow”.

“We will begin with 25 of these” he said, and I immediately felt it, again
pretty rapid fire.

“Whaack, Whaack, Whaack, Whaack”

“OOW….. OOOOOOOOOOW…… AAAAAAGH…… PLEASE” I said.

Yes the begging had started. and we were only on the second implement. The
punishment stick really hurts, and I have never been able to handle it
stoically.

“Whaack…. Whaaaaaack…. Whaaaack”. He slowed down the rate to maybe one
blow every 2 or 3 seconds as he noticed I was having trouble holding still,
howeer the full 25 were still delivered in under 3 minutes.

“Stand up, hands behind your head boy” he said.

Again I complied, not at all surprised when the camera shutter clicked and
made the photo later labelled “25 with punishment stick”. This photo I saw
later was distinguished fromt “50 with rubber paddle” by the marks that the
rounded end of the stick leaves, as well as a deeper color red and at some
point, some bruises began to form.

“Back down boi, you are doing well” he said.

“Thank you Sir” I said, not understanding why I would be pleased at this
recognition but feeling better that I was not being a total fag about all
of this.

“25 more boy, hold still for them” he said.

“Whaaack… Whaaaack…. Whaaaack… whaaack” came the blows. They felt
worse than the first 25 but I think it was because my ass was starting to
get damaged down under the skin so each blow felt worse than the prior one,
even though it probably wasn’t.

Finally that was over and he said “Stand up boy, hands behind head”. Of
course, I head the camera shutter noise as the photo labelled “50 with
punishment stick” was taken.

“Go stand against that wall boy, hands against the wall, and hold your ass
out” he ordered.

I did so, and noticed that he was stroking his cock a bit and dripping
precum as he looked at my marked up ass. I also saw out of the corner of
my eye when he picked up that heavy western style well worn belt and bent
it in half.

Coming over to the wall he let it dangle down around my ass and balls, sort
of gently stroking me with it. I involuntarily held my balls out further
as it rubbed against them as it felt really good.

“Ok boy, hold position” he ordered.

I will be giving you a single set of 50 with the belt, which is what was
directed. You will stay in position. I will wait a few seconds between
blows so you can hold position”.

“Wham” came the first blow of the belt. I really felt it and pulled my ass
out of the way involuntarily. I caught myself immediately though and put it
back out for the second one.

“Whaam” came the second blow, on the opposite cheek. I did better at
holding position this time and he noticed saying “good boy” to me. I
observed after the second one that these were the deep thudding blows of a
doubled over heavy belt; like my dad used on me in High School. Quite a
different feeling from a narrow dress belt which stings more.

“Whaam, whaaam, whaam” came blows 3, 4, and 5.

“Oh, Oh, Oh fuck…. Please….Oooow”. I was no longer in control of
myself. The feel of this heavy belt thudding down on an already tenderized
and somewhat bruised ass was more than I could handle. I broke position.

“Back in position” he said, gently, and I did so. He then took his hand
and lightly massaged my sore ass, then cupped my balls and teased them with
his finger. Then his index finger went up to my dripping cockhead, and
took the precum and rubbed it around the head repeatedly. I sighed as I
felt a wave of pleasure.

“Boy, you are going to get these, and I am going to give them to you. You
got yourself in this position by being a lousy husband and father years
ago. This time you broke your orders of chastity, and as I understand it
have not been showing a great attitude to your kids either”.

I hung my head a bit, aware that in fact he was right on all counts. I had
gotten myself into this originally, and I had every reason to know that I
would be punished for both my recent attitude and for the masturbation.

“Now lets get started again” he said.

“whaam, whaaam, whaaam” came the next 3.

“Ow…. please….Sir…. Please”. I basically engaged in gasping,
whistling, and the aforementioned mantra until the full 50 had been
delivered.

“Back in front of the chair boy” he ordered. I hobbled over, sorely, and
got in position where the camera snapped the photo labelled “After 50 with
belt”. This pic shows a fire engine red ass where the belt was used, which
was the entire lower half of my ass.

Next, he grabbed a tall 3 legged stool and said “bend over that boy”.

I did so, and he took a good bit of time to arrange me so that my ass was
turned up. He also tucked my dripping cock and balls up onto the stool and
told me to close my legs so they would not be exposed.

Next, he reached for that Lexan Cane and I heard the distincitive “swoosh”
as he tested it in the air.

If the reader has not been caned or seen it done, I will do my best to
describe it from the recipients point of view. The sound of it wooshing
through the air almost seems to be in slow motion as it approaches ones
ass. It creates a terrible apprehension. Then the cane connects with the
buttock opposite the side where the caner is standing. At first, it feels
like a thud; followed in a millisecond or two by an agonizing searing red
hot pain. It is totally unlike the other spanking implements and is
excruciating.

He then reared back with the cane, swinging it horizontally which is just
the right way to do it, and connected hard with my right
cheeck….. Wooooosh” I heard.

“AAAAAUGH” I cried out. Not yelling, but in devastating pain.

Then came the tap on my ass which I knew was his way of aiming the next
stroke, a bit below the first “wooosh” came the sound and Again I cried out
“Auuuugh”.

He was kind enough to give me 15 or 20 seconds between each of the 12 cane
strokes. Looking back, I have had the cane used harder, but not on an ass
that was already tenderized. He made sure I was in perfect position before
the next stroke, and continued until 6 had been delivered to each cheek.
THe aim was not perfect by any means, and I noticed a bruise on my thigh
later and some marks that were high as well. He was not a british
schoolmaster by any means, but the cane had its intended effect.

“Back to the chair” he ordered, as another photo to be labelled “Plus 12
with cane” was taken.

“Ok boy, now go lay down on the bed at the far end of the room” he ordered.
I did so, and noticed a stack of pillows in the middle of it.
Automatically, I lay down so as to have my ass raised by them as that was
the obvious purpose.

“Boy, I am now going to use the instrument that I am told you fear most.
The cord whip”. he said.

I actually shuddered. I am scared to death of the thing because I know it
would turn me into a bloody and bruised pulp if it were used hard. I have
had it used hear and there, when the kids were home, as it is an entirely
silent punishment instrument. It makes the cane and the punishment stick
appear tame.

“However, I have been given some marking limits and looking at your ass now
I will only be able to use this moderately and stay within them”.

“Thank you, thank you thank you, there is a God” I thought to myself.

“However, the full 24 will be delivered”.

With that, he rapid fire appled 24 blows in perhaps 25 to 50 seconds.
Looking at the pics later, I guess they weren’t that hard but I felt like I
was dying. I was kicking my legs and begging “stop, Stop… Please
Sir… Please…..OOOOWH…. FUUUUUUUUUCK”.

It was over quickly though and had probably ended a minute before when I
finally stopped hyperventilating enough to be again aware of my
surroundings.

“Roll over on your back Scott” he ordered.

I did so, and he removed the pillows so that I would be flat on the bed.

Bend your knees Scott… THat’s right… now let them fall to the outside
so that your cock and balls are exposed.

I knew what was coming even before I saw the flyswatter. I had a guy beat
the hell out of my balls with this a month or two ago and was not anxious
to repeat it. “We are now going to get to the Root of the Problem” as your
owner calls it.

“Hold your knees out Scott. You will receive a one minute rapid fire
spanking of the cock and balls with this flyswatter. If you break
position, it will start again”.

I took a deep breath and held it, waiting for the first blow which rained
down on the underside of my no longer hard dick. Then he seemed to be using
it with a wrist action that might have delivered two slaps per second.
They rained down the length of my dick, then my balls, then he grasped my
dick and held it so the final 20 seconds or so was just swatting of my
tender cockhead. I was writing around but not pulling out of position,
softly moaning, regretting that I had violated the chastity order and
knowing beyond any doubt that it was not worth it.

He dropped the flyswatter and reached for the leather cockwhip, not a
severe instrument, and almost a relief after that damned flyswatter. I got
about a minute with that, then he teased my cock and balls with the strands
until my dick was hard again, then he whipped it erotically for another
minute. I stayed hard, and I watched the precum fly as he did this.

Stand up Scott” he said when it was over.

I did so, and was directed to bend over the bed.

“Oh Fuck… I can’t take another beating” I thought to myself.

Instead, I felt a lubricated finger slide into my ass, as his other hand
played with my hard dick. He pumped in and out, then worked in a second,
then after a few minutes a third. I could never have taken this a month or
two ago but my owner had been training me with a very small butt plug so I
have some ability to relax for this.

Then, after about 4 more minutes, and bringing my dick nearly to the point
of orgasm, the fingers were withdrawn and in front of my vision the black,
medium not large, but sure as hell not small, butt plug came into vision. I
have not had anything that size in my ass before, and I was scared of it.

“Its OK Scott” he said, soothingly, and proceeded to lube it up, then to
slowly insert it into my ass.

“Ooh.. Please Sir…..Ooh” I said as he slipped it in.

“FUCK” I exclaimed as it popped in, and my sphincter contracted around it.
I noticed at this time that my dick was still leaking.

“On your knees Scott” he said.

I turned around and did so, knowing that I was going to be sucking cock,
and indeed the first uncut cock I had sucked.

“Open our mouth and hold your tongue under my dick boy” he ordered.

“Now retract the foreskin”.

I did so, and got my very first taste of fresh precum (other than my own”
as several drops dripped onto my tongue.

“Taste it” he said, and I did so, noting that his is saltier than mine.

“Now suck my dick and make me cum boy” he said.

I don’t know if I am a decent dicksucker or not. I have only done it a few
times, and always with condoms. I sucked for all I was worth, doing what I
liked having done to my cock when I was the recipient (not often anymore)
and heard him say, in under 2 minutes, “I’m going to cum, now hold it in
your mouth”.

I felt 5 or 6 jets of cum hit my mouth, and it was flooded with the sweet,
salty flavor of cum. I knew this flavor well as when I am permitted to
masturbate I must eat it. I could not tell how much was in my mouth, but
it seemed like he had released a very large load.

“Swallow it boy” he said, and I did so, initially ashamed that I was
swallowing cum, then feeling better about it as I realized that my own dick
was throbbing and the guy who had cum had at least not been a total dick
about it. “it could have beeen worse” I thought to myself.

“Scott, stand up again but in front of the camera”.

I did so, and the man said, almost apologetically, “I am sorry, but you
have one more punishment to go and I am instructed to make it very painful”
he said.

He then brought over the tens unit and said “I have not used one of these
before, set it up”.

The first thing I noticed was that the rubber bands that would usually be
used to surround my balls and cock and hold the conductive rubber pads in
place were not there. so I would have to improvise. I asked for the
clothespins and the electrolyte jelly and he brought both. I applied jelly
to the first pad and then used clothespins to hold it to the underside of
my scrotum. I did the same with the second pad, applying it to the
underside of my dick, just behind the head.

I then inserted the leads into the machine and handed it over to him.

He proceeded to take pictures later marked “Electrodes on Balls and Under
Dickhead”.

Next he asked me which knob adjusted the voltage and I showed him. He
toyed with it for about 5 minutes, bringing the electricity up to the point
where I was slightly uncomfortable, then brining it up from there.

The next 5 minutes were pure hell as I was forced to stand, in front of the
camera, hands behind my head, while he electrocuted my cockhead with a
pattern that burned from the cockhead to the balls. He adjusted the
voltage to have me making involuntarily noises, then turned it up from
there. At times I was bouncing up and down; barely able to hold position,
and moaning. He shot 3 pieces of video of this, later marked “Tens 1, Tens
Higher Voltage, and Watch Scot Dance TENS Even Higher Voltage”. This last
video, shown to me later and posted with the others in the goup was the
highlight of my humiliation to date as I was so damned noisy about it and
dancing around. All I can think about it is all the guys who will laugh
their ass off and jack off to my predicament.

He then removed the Clothespins and the electrodes and told me to sit on
the chair (butt plug still in place). He then arranged the camera to be
looking at my dick and made me jack of until I ejaculated an enormous load
of thick cum into my hand. I then had to show it to the camera as the
video was to be labelled “Now Scott Cums And Will Eat it”, which of course
is what I did, fortunately not on camera.

I was then sent to get cleaned up, clean up the butt plug, pack things up,
and told that I was to take the camera to my owner who would review the
pictures and get a report on my behavior. On the way out, he gave me a hug
and told me to “behave or you will be back here again getting worse”. I
replied “Yes Sir” and hurried home.

Scott
akascottieboy
pwhipped4@yahoo.com
Owned by hadenufofhim@yahoo.com