The last part of my story concerns an event that happened about two weeks after the "party". I was sunbathing on the stairs of our pool and no one was home so I was completely relaxed. Suddenly, a young voice says "Hello, Don't worry I won't be long you can stay in the pool." It was the pool cleaner! She was college aged and quite beautiful. I had no towel or suit, as was my custom. I just said, " Hello, If you'll be so kind..." She interupted me, "Oh, it's okay your definatly not the first person I've seen sunbathing, in fact I love to be nude." I smiled, stood up (not bothering to cover myself) and walked inside. OK, Steve, I won’t make you beg to be spanked. But you will be getting it, and getting it hard. And I expect you to submit without any resistance when I restrain your hands, do you understand?” I get so angry when I think about this. I am not trying to say I was a perfect boy, but really what was she thinking be spanking me in the living room. Why couldn't she just have takin me to my bedroom, other than she wanted to humiliate me. got a round of applause and hugs from our wives. I just couldn’t believe this was only the beginning. Karley Sciortino writes the blog Slutever. Read her last post, “When the Life You Choose Is a Life Less Ordinary.”

I blushed and nodded. I don’t know why I was so embarrassed; in three weeks we would be married and I would be naked in front of her on a daily basis. Finally, I hooked my thumbs into my briefs and pushed them to my knees. To my horror I had a huge erection.The aim of this wiki is to build an archive of chastity stories. The stories have been divided into 5 sections. Men kept in chastity by women(and vice versa), both lesbian chastity and gay men in chastity, as well as anything that doesn't fit into that category such as where you don't know who the keyholder is or where there are multiple ones. The next day, I came home late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still at the table writing. It was so humiliating to me that right there in front of all three of my sisters that my mom was talking to me about this, and that my sisters knew I was being taken down the hall to my bedroom so that my mom could make me drop my pants and expect everything. I can only imagine that if my dad was telling my sisters that they had to go down the hallway to strip so that he could put his fingers in their vagina's that they would be just as embarrassed.

I can't believe I was such a fool to let that brat talk me into becoming Hokage. The things I wou Ethan's mother, MY mother, and my older cousin Laura (who, if she wasn't my cousin, I would say has a great figure) all walked out in there swimsuits!!! We scrambled for our suits but we couldn't put them on in time. The three dove in. My mother was the first to notice... "Michael!" she said to me,"I had no idea you didn't have a swimsuit on!" Laura then added,"Yeah! If we had known ya'll weren't wearing suits we wouldn't have bothered to put ours on either!" First was Ryan, 15 strokes with the strap, bent over administered by Debby. I watched as Ryan grabbed the strap and handed it to Debby. He went to the middle of the room and Debby pulled his boxers down. She laid into him hard, he moaned but kept position. While he was getting punished Aunt Kay read us all some of his offences, very personalHe did as she instructed, and put himself in the corner, with his trousers and undershorts in a pool at his feet. In this situation five or ten years ago, he might have been seething with injustice—the bank teller made a mistake, and then he got grounded, and now here he was about to get paddled and then – horribly, to receive a caning, too. But, now, he put aside his ego, and focused on humility. His ranting was childish and the silent treatment was suicidal. What had he been thinking? And now he was going to get what he deserved. He felt foolish, guilty, and ashamed. A few tears came to his eyes and then rolled down his cheeks. My mom just sat there and kept asking me embarrassing question about if I ever look at dirty picture, or touched myself in ways that made me feel funny. All the while she just kept yanking and pulling on my penis. I began to feel a really strange sensation come over me, that at the time I didn't know what it was. I could just think I was going to pee and I tried to beg my mom to stop, and told her I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but she just kept it up until I couldn't control myself, for which of course I was having my first orgasm. I really didn't like the age of the main character. I specifically write about very young minors, it's true, but my situations are exclusively PG rated. 17 is too young to read stories about intense, fetishized, abuse situations (drugging and kidnapping were enough for me). If I was a less sfw person it would be a total turn off to know I was getting the hots for a minor. Maybe I'm just old enough to know better? I heard her raise the paddle again as she resumed my punishment. This time it was forty strokes, slow and measured. Each one bringing an involuntary cry of pain from me as the paddle burned across my naked bottom. “I see I’m getting your attention,” she sarcastically commented as she laid a particularly hard stroke at the bottom of my cheeks. When I got home that night my wife served dinner. I held her hand and said, "I've got something to tell you." She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.