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The spanking, that first one, was such a surprise. Her reason for giving me the spanking was because i hadn’t emptied the trash, but She had not asked me to empty it previously. In fact, She had cautioned me not to act too pussy whipped in front of Her Mom, who was staying with U/us. i always was told Her dominance was private and i needed to keep it that way. A s I indicated earlier, She was raised by parents that felt that marriage should be male led, so letting Her Mom see me doing chores would cause problems. Well, at least that’s what i thought.
The day of the GREAT BIG SPANKING, She came home from work an hour after me, since i started 5 hours earlier, and She seemed unhappy. Then Her Mom complained about the trash being full, even though i had asked her if she needed anything an hour earlier. Wife confronted me as soon as Mom walked away, and I tried to explain to Her how i wasn’t at fault. When She marched me upstairs for a spanking, i kept thinking that i could explain myself, that She wouldn’t really hit me, because i still believed i had a right to an opinion.
During the spanking, i couldn’t think of anything because it was hurting so much. She is smaller than me physically, but i was incapable of running away or resisting because i just didn’t have it in me to risk losing Her as my dominant. After it began hurting so much, even that didn’t matter. It was overpowering. i wanted it to stop really badly and was crying long before it was over, but it wasn’t over until She decided i had been properly punished.
Afterwards, i was made to hold a penny up against the wall with my nose. She still seemed mad and i was so afraid She was going to beat me again. While i held that penny up, my butt was screaming, She had used a long leather handled shoehorn and it seemed each hit had been on either my left or right upper thigh, in that crease right by my butt.
After it was over it felt a little like returning to consciousness, or waking up. The first thought i had was that this was what i had begged for, what i knew i wanted deep deep down, to have Wife take control over me. She had done it, and the consequences were that i now knew that my opinion was forever irrelevant. She knew that She could beat me and i was afraid of Her. That changed everything, the game was over, my masculinity was shattered. W/we both knew it and i felt profoundly different, deeply ashamed for my words earlier in the day that appeared as if i had a right to an opinion. At that point i realized that i didn’t ever want another punishment, that i had better never allow myself to think i knew what was correct for me until Wife confirmed it, that from now on my focus was to be as obedient and humble as i could be. Though my butt hurt, i was intoxicated by subspace, enthralled and terrified at the same time.
When She had rested about 30 minutes, i was told to crawl over to Her and kiss Her feet. Though my face was still wet with tears, i no longer tried to protest my innocence, instead i apologized for not knowing how wrong i had been and begged on my hands and knees for Her forgiveness. She did grudgingly tell me i was forgiven, then instructed me in what chore She wanted me to attend to while She relaxed with a glass of wine, which i gratefully went to go get for Her. Besides losing my manhood, i received Her approval for eagerly doing menial domestic tasks, and this gave me the insight into my proper role, a domesticated sissy.
Already i had taken on a majority of the chores. She still cooked and did meal planning and prep until W/we retired. Then those chores were handed over to me. Sometimes She would cook if She wanted to, but She expected me to have the ingredients and a plan for dinner, and when i made the mistake of thinking i could wing it and She didn’t find my preparation sufficient, I got a beating that trained me to understand such willful pride was not to be tolerated.
Eventually, She has come to accept that i am a sissy, and has been a wonderful guide and teacher for me as i learn to improve, putting me into a chastity device, setting strict standards for me, helping me learn to sew and improve my domesticity. She knows that i am trying my hardest to be of value to Her. i know She would be better served sexually if She would take a real man as a bull and W/we have discussed this, but for now She is uninterested. Still, She isn’t above teasing me about what will happen when She does take a bull, the demeaning things that will be required of me.
In November of 2013, Wife had lost all desire for intimacy. Her libido crashed, and returning to a more vanilla dynamic was the only path to return to health. No longer am i subjected to physical punishments, I can spend my allowance and make social commitments without getting prior approval, masturbate, and ask for intimacy now (though She has always had control of that and still does decide if W/we have sex).
Still, i do the majority of domestic chores, She still decides how i look, from facial hair to what i wear. If She gives me permission, I can wear panties out, at home She will let me cross dress but i feel ridiculous when i do. She lets me have an apron collection but won’t let me tell most of O/our visitors that it’s mine, She pretends it’s Hers, even though She thinks it’s embarrassing to have one. It would just be more embarrassing to Her if O/our friends and family knew it was mine. That is sad to me, i feel like i have to live in the closet, but She knows best.
it served you right. you really needed the spanking.had i been in your place i would have received more than just a spanking. SHE would have whipped me mercilessly and kept me naked out of the house for a full day. SHE has done it on many occasions for the slightest disobedience from me towards HER. i think you have been lucky to have been let of with just a spanking. now you know better.
The reason her libido has crashed is because you are no longer a man to her.
Turn on her, refuse her humiliations, give her a spanking, and watch her libido return in an instant.
Women crave male domination. No matter what they think otherwise.
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Date Posted: 12:07:18 04/20/17 Thu

I live in a fairly small town in the midwest, and, sometimes, I feel like I'm the only gay person in town. The town has only one barber shop: Victor's Barber Shop on Main Street. The shop employs 3 barbers, in addition to the owner. I had once heard somewhere that many gay men were employed in the barber profession. However, all of the barbers at Victor's seemed straight as an arrow. Whenever I got my hair cut there, the barbers would be talking about their wives and kids.

One time, when I went to get a haircut, all the barbers were busy with other customers, except for the owner, Victor, who had never cut my hair before. So, rather than wait until my regular barber was free, I decided to let Victor cut my hair. Victor was in his 40s, about 20 years older than me. He looked as straight as they come. He was not slim, but he wasn't overweight either. He was just built very "solid". I asked Victor about his family, but he said he was a bachelor. Something told me that Victor had been in the military. Perhaps it was because he kept his hair cut really short at a time when most men were letting their hair grow out. Or maybe it was because of his "no-nonsense" attitude. Don't get me wrong. Victor was friendly, but just not all that "chatty". During our conversation, Victor confirmed my suspicion when he revealed that he had spent a fair amount of time in the Army, but, eventually, he decided not to make a career of it. He told me that, after he left the Army, he decided to open up his own barber shop.

After Victor had finished cutting my hair, he asked me if I wanted a shave. Although I usually shave myself, I told Victor to go ahead with the shave. I was kind of intrigued by him, and I thought the shave would give me a little more time to talk with him and learn more about him. Victor had to sharpen his straight razor first. I was facing the mirror on the wall, and, in its reflection, I saw Victor lift up and stretch out the dark brown razor strap that was attached to the side of my chair. Then he ran the straight razor back and forth across the stiff leather of the strap. I told Victor that I had always wondered what those straps were used for. Victor said "That's one use for a razor strap". And I asked Victor, "There are other uses?" And he replied, somewhat hesitantly, "Well, yes, but I thought you'd know about that". Victor was acting kind of strange. I told him to go on. Then, he continued, "Until safety razors became popular, the razor strap was a standard item in most homes. In addition to sharpening their straight razors, razor straps were also used by most fathers to discipline their sons. My own father used a razor strap on me when I had done something wrong". I told Victor that the few times my dad punished me when I was growing up, he used his belt on me, and I didn't think anything could hurt worse than that. Then Victor replied, "Take it from me. A razor strap hurts a lot worse than a belt! They don't even feel the same. When you get punished with a belt, you feel the weight of the belt striking your ass, but when you get punished with a razor strap, you don't feel any weight hitting you. You just suddenly feel this terrible burning pain." Then Victor said, "I can't believe you've missed out on one of life's memorable (if not pleasant) experiences". I told Victor I can't imagine that a belt and a razor strap would feel all that different.

Then Victor lowered his voice so no one else could hear our conversation. "If you're really curious about it, I'll be glad to demonstrate the difference for you. Obviously, I can't do it here in the shop. It would freak out all the customers, but if you come over to my house this evening, I'll be glad to give you a demonstration. I keep a razor strap at home." I took Victor up on his invitation. Somehow, during my conversation with him, I got the suspicion that he might be gay. And I thought that meeting him in private at his place might lead to something interesting.

I arrived at Victor's house about 8 pm. After he invited me in, we both sat down on the couch for a while and talked. Victor suggested to me that, since it was a hot summer evening and we weren't in "mixed company", we'd both be more comfortable if we took off our shirts. So we both removed our shirts and then continued our conversation. After a few minutes, I suddenly realized that Victor's arm was wrapped around my shoulders. I didn't even notice when he did that. I was pretty sure now that Victor was gay, and I "got hard" thinking about where this might lead.

After a while, Victor asked, "Are you ready for that demonstration I promised you?" I said "Yes." Then he said, "I have a few things I want to explain to you first. When you were punished as a kid, your dad was so much bigger and stronger than you that you couldn't escape from the punishment. So, in order to create a similar experience, I'm going to tie you down on my bed so you can't escape from the punishment I'm going to give you. Is that okay with you?" I said "Yes". Victor continued, "When your dad punished you, you had to take the entire whipping no matter how much it hurt. So I'm not going to stop your punishment either until it's completed. Is that okay with you?" And, once again, I said "Yes". Then, he continued, "Lastly, I want to emphasize that the razor strap is going to hurt like hell. So please don't blame me for the pain. Just remember, YOU were the one who wanted to have this experience." I replied, "I promise I won't blame you."

Then Victor said, "I guess you're ready for your punishment. Take off your pants and shoes and lie face-down on the bed!" Victor's stern orders brought back memories of my dad's tone of voice when he was about to punish me with his belt. Victor tied me down securely on the bed with some rope. Then he said, "First, I'm going to give you 20 lashes with my belt." Victor unbuckled his belt and removed it from his pants. Then he doubled it over and began whipping my ass with it. I started crying after only 10 lashes, but Victor continued the punishment until all 20 lashes had been given. Then, after a short respite, Victor said, "Now, I'm going to punish you with the razor strap. You're going to get 20 lashes with it too." Starting with the very first stroke of the razor strap, I yelled at the top of my lungs. I wasn't prepared for the incredible burning sensation that overwhelmed me when that strap struck my butt. By the 6th lash, I was pleading with Victor to stop, but he would have none of that. He said, "I warned you beforehand that you would have to take the full punishment." Each stroke felt like a hot frying pan had been pressed against my butt. My ass felt like it was burning in the fires of Hell! I just screamed and screamed until the whipping was finally over with. I continued crying for a little while after the last stroke.

After I stopped crying, Victor released me from the ropes. I felt so weak after the whipping that I could barely stand up on my own. Victor helped me back to the couch. He took off his pants and sat down first in the middle of the couch. I had never seen a man with such a huge erection before! Victor told me to lie face-down on the couch and put my head in his lap. As I lay down, it was pretty obvious where he wanted me to put my mouth! Victor massaged my sore butt with his right hand while I "feasted" on his manhood. Victor later confided to me that the only time he got such huge erections was when he would punish a young guy like me with his razor strap, hear his horrible screams of agony, and then sadistically watch his desperate, but futile, efforts to escape from the strap.

Just before I left Victor's house, he said, "Now I think you have a pretty good idea what life was like when I was a kid. What do you think of the razor strap now?" I thought about it for a moment and then replied, "I'm only thankful that I didn't have your dad for a father when I was growing up!" We both got a little chuckle from that remark.

I made many more visits to Victor's house after that, sometimes for sex and sometimes just because we enjoyed each other's company. I told Victor that I thought of him almost like a 2nd father, albeit one I could have sex with. Victor liked that idea of being a 2nd father to me, and he took that honorary position very seriously. Just as my real dad had used his belt to keep me on the "straight and narrow" when I was a kid, so there would be times, while I was a young adult, that Victor would find it necessary to "apply" the razor strap to correct my behavior.

For the curious, this story is pure fiction.

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Pops watched the boy carefully that Thursday out there on the field.
Aaron remembers his watching him too even though he did not realize
why. Although Aaron did not know back then that Pops had the old wooden
paddle in his truck behind his seat and was just waiting for an excuse
to bust his young ass with it, he remembers how Pops worked close
to him out in the fields that day and the next day too. But Aaron
was working hard those days and Pops had no reason to use it on his
ass. Pops, after all, was a fair man. Aaron was grateful for that,
especially since out there in the middle of nowhere in the fields
Pops would have been perfectly free to paddle this young man to his
hearts content and them some! There was nothing Aaron could have done
to stop it either. Pops bided his time and waited for the boy to screw
up.
And as for Ma, well, Ma had given Aaron that look when he was
a little late for getting down to her dinner table that Thursday evening
but he was not THAT late. He was pretty sure that if she got upset
with him she would at least follow him up to his room to talk with
him about it and probably have spanked him up there. But even though
she did follow him up those stairs after dinner and she did have some
things she wanted to talk with him about, she had not brought her
ruler with her in her hand. She did give him a "warning," but the
word, "spanking," never came out of her lips. For that he was truly
glad as he definitely did NOT enjoy her spankings!
The first time
he heard that word, "spanking," that week turned out to be when Jeb
had picked him up early evening that next Friday night to take him
over to his own spread. Jeb had jumped in his side of the pickup truck
and into his seat while Aaron had been doing the same from the other
side beside him. Jeb had turned the key in the ignition and pushed
the clutch to the floor boards while he looked over at Aaron and smiled,
"You got a spanking this week over here?" Jeb had casually yet bluntly
asked as he clearly wanted to know.
"Ah, no, Sir," Aaron had replied
softly but truthfully.
"Good! Then I suspect its gonna be my pleasure
to see to it you get one when I get you home," Jeb was clear as he
started driving down Pops driveway and out of there.
Aaron had mixed
feelings about Jeb right then. There was definitely something about
the way Jeb put things to him. But he had learned from the last time
and was getting some ideas about all of this. "Its up to you, Sir,"
Aaron replied, "if you think I need one."
But Jeb just laughed out
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