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Date Posted: 10:35:27 12/25/18 Tue
In reply to: Ulysses 's message, "True Story-Introduction" on 19:42:14 08/12/18 Sun
For the next couple of days I went about my daily life hiding the fact that my ass was in pain and still feeling the effects of a carrot exploring my rectum, not to mention the humiliation of being dominated and humiliated by this strange woman. I felt a sort of resentment towards her and wondering what the hell I was doing with this crazy woman. What could be next? She had already crossed the line and broken the rules. I can't tell you how many times I thought to myself "That's it, I've had enough of this shit!" yet I diligently handed in my nightly reports and anticipated our next encounter realizing how painful and humiliating it would be.
Never knowing who I would be meeting, this time I was met with a very loving, gentle motherly woman. Continually being gently lectured on my behavior I was led to stand in front of the couch, my pants pulled down around my ankles to stand and wait. On the couch was the hairbrush and a jar of suppositories so I had a pretty good idea of what I was in for. When she came back into sight I saw in her hands the vegetable oil and the carrot. Just about the pull my pants up and get the fuck out of there, but instead I just sprawled across her lap and awaited my fate.
Still gentle and loving she lectured me about my diet and habits while rubbing my ass and exploring my rectum. Although her demeanor was gentle and loving, her spanking hand was not. I could feel my ass bursting into flames under the onslaught of her hand. She stopped to rub and explore my ass inside as well as out. Lectured again about my diet and regularity I could feel a couple of suppositories being pushed deep inside me. She warned me that this last one was made of soap and really help clean me out. Her tenderness starkly contrasted with the sting of the assaulting hairbrush. On and on she held me tight, completely controlling me and blistering my ass with that hairbrush.
I was limp, my ass scorched. I could feel the welts rising. I felt that carrot poking at my anus and entering in and out of my rectum. I'm sure she was enjoying herself, at this point she was the only one. I was relieved that carrot was finally out of my ass until another onslaught with that brush. At the risk of my manhood I admit I was crying my eyes out.
Gently rubs of my scorched ass before leading me to face the wall. I was there for her amusement as she puttered around, occasionally rubbing and fingering and shoving that carrot up my ass. She led me to the bathroom, standing she swatted my blistered ass with a bathbrush several times before lowering me onto the toilet. Not only did she seem to enjoy watching me unload, but with a wet washcloth clean me as well.
The next phase took me completely by surprise and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy. after another spanking which was not the enjoyable part, she turned me over, her breasts out of her blouse, she held my head as I suckled them.
Being sent home like a child off to catch the schoolbus, this was a profound, painful, humiliating and at times enjoyable experience. Now I was really confused and anticipated our next meeting with dread and excitement.
I will continue at a later time.
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