Naughty Boys--Who Deserve to be Punished
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by R. Greco
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Here are stories about bad males receiving their comeuppance from females, be they friends, girlfriends, wives, employers, or relatives. Some of the guys actually ask for a spanking, others yearn for a bit of humiliation to put them on the path to righteousness. Whether they seek it or not, all these 'boys' do 'get it' and all come to learn the value of being punished.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [125 KB]
Reading time: 79-111 min.
In my professional writing life I have achieved the most success writing erotica, specifically stories dealing with some sort of a dominance/submission scenario. I have published throughout the world and am very proud of the sheer amount of stuff I have managed to get into print. I say this not to brag but as a statement of fact, and as a bewildering comment that what I coddle as fantasies can indeed make me some money and gain me status in my career.
I am truly blessed.
What follows are stories about men, "naughty boys" actually, receiving their comeuppance from females, be they friends, girlfriends, wives, employers, or relatives. Some of the guys actually ask for a spanking, others yearn for a bit of humiliation to put them on the path to righteousness. Whether they seek it or not, all these 'boys' do 'get it' and all come to learn the value of being punished.
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Ralph Greco, Jr. * * * *
What turned me on about Terri, beyond her fantastically tight bod (and that turned me on a lot) and the fact that a girl almost twenty years my junior would want to sleep with me, was her delight in pushing my limits. She had an innate sense of just what I wanted and how much I could take, even when I wailed for her to stop as she reddened my ass with a wooden spoon or teased me by dripping candle-wax on my cock. Somehow the twenty-nine-year-old with the high round cheeks and equally round breasts knew how and when to push me even when I didn't know myself. Of course this matter-of-fact 'well this is just what I am doing right now to you and I will determine for how long and how severe' fueled my submissiveness to the point that I entertained ever more masturbatory daydreams of submitting to the girl. In the end what I wanted most was to relinquish control to a hot smart girl and Terri fit the bill perfectly.
This is how we came to that windy Saturday night with Terri sitting next to me on the couch, holding an evil looking switch.
"That's gonna cut," I said, trying to both eye the petite girl's heavy tits and her snatch of public hair.
That this girl had left her apartment with the switch-shit, that she had looked for and found a branch in the first place--drove the twenty minutes over to me, then walked across my parking it with it, into my condo and leaned the thing up against the inside of my foyer with her backpack so I wouldn't see it made me crazier still (premeditation is that most arousing of aphrodisiacs with someone with my kind of mind). I had simply delighted in watching her magnificent ass wiggle after we got undressed not knowing why Terri walked away from me to "go get something". Pumping hard, I figured she was keeping her high heel sandals on for some little added lift for future furious fucking but when my girlfriend sauntered back to me, swishing the air with that 'something' I gulped.
The thing with Terri was, this kinkiness we got up to was arguably my main thing, not hers. When these times came, as they seemed to be coming for us right then, I was as surprised as I was delighted by the potential scenario of her topping me. Terri knew I'd wanted to have her dominate me over anything else on the smorgasbord that she could and did offer, but the fact that this girl exploited my fetish only a small part of the time spoke well to her controlling me even when she wasn't spanking my ass.
God knows I had never taken a switching from her or any other girl and was surprised she'd even suggest I do so. But my brunette girlfriend must have sensed I had fantasized plenty about having my ass welted with this type of instrument and by now she knew me well enough to know I'd be intrigued if she introduced a switch into one of our evenings.
Let me reiterate, I had never been switched.
"It'll hurt, yeah," Terri agreed rolling the thin branch to the top of her high bare knees. "But you're as hard as I am wet thinking about it, right?"
I couldn't tell without checking her but Terri could see my purple erection popping there between us. She reached over and tickled the head of my cock with her free hand.
"You want this, doncha?"
"Ye-yeah," I agreed as she leaned in, kissed my lips and slowly worked my cock.
Terri had a way of coaxing pre-come out of me very fast and as she had countless times before, she swiped her index finger across the head of my hard penis, came up with a sticky spot on the tip, lean back and placed the tip of that finger in my mouth.
"Urm, Trmee," I said licking myself off her, signifying that my submissiveness for the evening had begun. As she retreated her fingertip I fought the urge to undulate (which I lost) and said when my mouth was clear: "Do what you need to do."
"I always do," she said and leaned in to kiss my cheek this time. "I always do.
She stood, as did I.
We had been in this relationship for a year now, and though the girl had never experienced master/slave play before (or so she had said) we both knew our roles well when we got into our scenes. We could basically get through it all without many words passing between us and as Terri took three steps back I realized she was going to whip me right there. I turned to face the couch, bent and placed my palms on the low cushions, having been in this position before, never for a switching, but certainly for some of Terri's more memorable spankings.
Shhhh hhhha, Szzzz papa, the branch said in the air behind me and I jumped.
"Yeah, this is gonna hurt," Terri said, again swiping the air vertically but not yet hitting me.
I was up on my tiptoes anyway.
"I hope you're ready," she said.
Ssszzz. Terri landed the very tip of the branch dead center of my right cheek.
Szzaaaa. she recovered and walloped me fully horizontal with the thing across my ass.
"Fuck, fuck!" I screamed.
It was a searing cross pain that ran up my spine.
I loved it.