Weight Loss Punishment

Introduction and Disclaimer: Only read this if you are of legal age where you live and not offended by corporal punishment including genital punishment.

I suggest that the reader look at prior stories to see how I got into this position, but I am a heterosexual married male who is sent out for punishment and training by my spouse here in San Diego.

As in prior stories, I am required to inform you that there is a yahoo group where pics of my punishments are posted and that visitors to San Diego, male or female, may punish me as scheduling allows. To discuss the group or punishing me you can contact Mistress at hadenufofhim@yahoo.com

Yes, this is for real.

WEIGHT LOSS PUNISHMENT
by scottieboy
pwhipped4@yahoo.com

About 2 months ago one of the members of the yahoo group where my
punishments are discussed suggested to Mistres Karen that she deserves a
slave in better physical condition than me. She agreed and put me on a
diet. I am weighed in every week and required to lose 2 lbs a week or be
sent out for punishment by a male. I have been working really hard at it
and have lost 20 of the 50 lbs I need to lose.

However, last week I was weighed in and had in fact gained a pound. I knew
I was fucked, and was told that punishment would be arranged. She sends me
out for these because I am straight and being punished by a male is just
about the most humiliating thing in the world for me.

Last Saturday I was told to report to a particular home in San Diego. I
was given a bag to take with me and told not to open it. I drove to the
house with butterflies in my stomach and ass twitching, hoping this would
not be as bad as prior punishments.

I rang the bell and was greeted by a fairly kindly looking older man (in
his 60s I would say). He told me to come in and took the bag from me. Out
of it he pulled several items: the leather wrist restraints that Mistress
uses on me, a thick pine paddle, a rubber strap-like paddle made for
Mistress by one of the group members, and a note.

“Strip boy, you must have really pissed her off” he said.

“Yes Sir” I replied, hastening to remove all of my clothing, then standing
with my hands interlocked behind my head as is expected when awaiting
punishment.

“Come over here boy” he said, as he grabbed my balls and more or less
dragged me to a position under a beam in the living room. On the beam was
an eye hook.

He produced a thin but heavy duty cord and proceeded to tie it around my
cock and balls.

“Ouch Sir” I said, as he pulled it tight, and as I looked down I could see
that my cock and balls were already turning purple.

He did not respond, but after tying off my cock and balls he brought a step
ladder and ran the cord through the ceiling eye hook such that it pulled
hard on my cock and balls if I was standing flat footed.

He then placed the leather restraints on my wrists and snapped them
together with the quick release hooks so that my arms were in front of me.

I knew it was about to begin, and wondered what would happen as I was
whipped and inevitably moved. Well I didn’t really wonder, I knew it was
going to hurt my balls but I just didn’t know how much.

He then went to the table and grabbed the rubber strap-paddle (1/4 inch
thick rubber cut into an oval paddle). I am very familiar with it as it
hurts like hell. Unlike leather which is kind of a soft feeling, rubber
stings sharply. It is by no means a pleasurable instrument, having the sole
function of painful punishment.

He began strapping my ass with it, and pretty rapid fire.

“Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap” came the firt 5 blows:

“OWWWWWWWWWWW” I squealed, as there was no warm up and this really hurt.

He took no notice of it and Just kept right on “Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap”
came the next 4.

Involuntarily I twisted by body, which sent a jolt of pain through my cock
and balls due to the cord securing them.

“Oh FUck SIr, PLEASE” I entreated.

He sort of laughed and said “We are just getting started boy”.

I don’t know how many more blows I got with it, maybe 50 total, but my ass
was on fire when he finished with it and I as hyperventilating and begging
him to stop by the end of it.

He then walked over and got the camera, taking a picture of my ass to be
posted in the group.

Next he took out the wooden paddle, also not a pleasant instrument. I had
hoped the punishment was over after the rubber strap so I started to beg:
“Please Sir, Please, I have learned my lesson Sir” I begged.

“The instructions are clear, you are getting 25 with the paddle now” he
said, and began beating my ass with it, not at all softly.

“Whaack, Whaack, Whaack”: “OOOOOW FUUUUCK SIR” I said.

“whaack, whaaaack, whaack, whaack”: “Please SIr” I screamed, twisiting my
body again and making my already aching balls hurt sharply. I straightened
up just in time for it to continue.

“Whaack, whaack, Whaack, Whaack” came the next 4.

“Oh Please Sir, Please, not so hard, Please SIr, Please” I begged, aware
that I sounded like a 12 year old getting a whipping; aware even that it
would not do any good; but somehow unable to resist the urge to beg.

Finally the paddling was over, and he went to the table put down the
paddle. He gave me a few minutes to recover, and while doing so took a
second picture of my ass (which little did I know was in fact bruised and
would take days to look normal again).

Next he returned with a sinister device: an electric flyswatter. They sell
these at the Barbeque stores for killing flys; looks like a little tennis
racket with wire strings and has 2 AA batteries in it that produce a shock,
enough to blow up a fly and hurt like hell when applied to the genitals.

He shocked the palm of his own hand in front of me, and I saw the spark
clearly.

He then came over, and took a seat in front of me. My balls were exposed
and pulled tight; and my cock sort of lying over my balls so that the head
stuck out. Needless to say, I was not hard.

He then began to shock my balls and dick with it; probably one shock every
minute”.

“OOOOOW” I exclaimed. Electric shocks to the balls and cock were flying
quickly and I was in total agony.

He just kept right on, then focussed on the head of my dick, which hurt
like fuck.

“Oh………Oh……….Oh” came my mantra as he kept going, then I
exploded in pain as he hit the head just right, send a shock right up my
urethra that hurt all the way to my prostate.

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK” I yelled as I had never felt such pain.

This went on for about a minute, and left me gasping.

The flyswatter was put down, and he came over and untied my balls. I could
see they were horribly purple, and could also see that I was going to have
a little blister on the left side of my cock where the flyswatter had
shocked me repeatedly.

He then told me to stretch a bit, and shifted the wrist restraints such
that my wrists were now secured in back of me.

Next he sat in front of me and begin tightly squeezing and stretching my
testicles and penis while I moaned in pain.

He squuezed everything tightly; trapping my balls at the bottom of the sack
with one hand, then began using the other hand to alternately squeeze each
testicle, and to flick it with the index finger (the way we played paper
football as kids in class).

I was moaning and Saying “oh FUCK” throughout all of this of course. He
took a video of part of it, again for the group.

It was over then. He told me to get dressed, which I hastened to do before
he changed his mind. He packed everything up except the flyswatter and led
me to the door. Just as I reached for the doorknob he said “wait a minute
boy”.

I stopped and he told me to turn around and pull my dick out. He then
delivered a severely painful shock to the tip of my urethra, again hurting
all the way to my prostate and causing me to jerk away involuntarily”.

“One more for good measure boy” he chuckled, and sent me back home.