There once were two old friends, named Britney and Ashley. Britney was 5 foot, 6 inches with medium brown hair brown eyes and tanned skin. She had a toned body and was sultry, sexy cool.
Ashley was tall, almost like an avatar, nearly 6-foot tall full body curvy voluptuous. When Ashley walked into a room, men would stare. Ashley was a free spirit unable to be tamed.
And then there was Bitch Boi. He was a cheating bastard, and Britney arrived one weekend to serve up some revenge.
Britney and Ashley started with their bare feet taking turns getting oral from their Bitch Boi while they made out with each other. Ashley insisted Britney stand on his balls to keep him screaming as Ashley ground her pussy into his mouth. As the evening progressed, they used shoes on his tenderized cock to keep the intensity going. Ashley had some wicked wedges that she used to stomp on him. He screamed like a mad man up her pussy as Britney flooded his screaming mouth. Britney used her stilettos placed directly on the head of his cock to make him scream like a banshee. She made out with Ashley all the while as she said things like, come on babe hurt it for me, dig your heel into it, harder baby, make the damm thing suffer to make your Bitch Boy howl, Hurt it honey hurt it bad make your Bitch scream up her pussy! It was pretty freaking awesome to hear Bitch Boi muffled screams under Ashley’s grinding pussy! Ashley told Britney to jam her stiletto heel down his urethra as Ashley fingered Britney to a mutual double orgasm!
It was amazing to have Ashley direct Britney like that… when they both stopped cumming. Ashley bent down to inspect Bitch Boi jacked-up cock. Ashley laughed at all the marks all over his cock from our shoes. Ashley took particular delight in deep dents Britney put in what Ashley said was “her” cock head. There was a small trickle of blood coming from his urethra. Ashley said for Britney to plant her pussy over his mouth as Ashley wanted to reciprocate the roaring orgasm Ashley just had. Ashley had this amazingly sadistic look in her face that Britney couldn’t deny as she did what Ashley said and plopped her post-orgasm creamed pussy onto his mouth! Ashley then said, “Britney do you want to make it bleed for us while you cum in his mouth?” Britney watched as Ashley took a corsage pin and ever so slowly drove it into the base his thick dick shaft. Ashley stuck three more in into Bitch Boi dick gleefully wriggling them to keep him screaming like crazy… Britney was in multi-orgasmic bliss. Britney flooded his mouth with pussy juice as BB screamed into her pussy. Britney continued to cum and grind her gushing pussy into Bitch Boi’s mouth. Ashley lifted his dick and found the deepest dent in the head of his cock from her stiletto heels. Britney almost collapsed in orgasmic bliss as she watched Ashley wickedly push on the corsage pin contorting his tenderized dick until his flesh gave way, and Ashley gleefully drove the corsage pin right through the middle of his fat cock head. Just as Britney thought BB was going to pass out Ashley placed the sole of her shoe on his pined cock shaft and said crush it and watch. Bitch Boi let out a new level of screaming. They both quivered with orgasms right then.
Bitch Boi let out a new level of screams under her gushing pussy as the sole of her shiny black stiletto crushed his cock with the corsage pins deeply embedded in his dick shaft meat. Ashley then flashed her classic sadistic wicked blissful smiles and slowly pulled the pin in the head of his cock out. Britney swooned and almost collapsed onto Bitch Boi’s pussy glazed face as Ashley twisted his dick so they could watch a jet of blood forcefully spray out the underside of Bitch Boi’s cock as the pin is withdrawn. Britney fingered her to orgasm as Ashley continued to withdraw the pin. Ashley giggled then used her fingernail to open up BBs urethra. They watched as Ashley paused to pull the pin through his urethra and blood sprayed out his hole. Ashley pushed on her foot to get more pressure on his cock shaft. Fuck it was wild, Ashley slowly continued pulling the pin they watched the pin disappear into the deep heel dent on the top of his sorry cock head and instantly shoot another jet of blood out the top. Slowly the jets of blood out his dick head subsided.
BBs cock head was a bloody mess. Britney took her foot off of Bitch Boi’s glans and stared at the bloody mess. The corsage pins in his cock shaft were all trickling rivers of blood. They laughed like crazy at his fucked up dick! Ashley giggled and took out the powerful vibrator and said, “Should we?” Then rhetorically responded to her own question…”Fuck yeah” incredibly they both came again as Ashley used the powerful vibrator to bring BBs totally flaccid cock to orgasm. They both yanked the pins out of the shaft of his cock just as Bitch Boi groaned a sick guttural sound, and they watched thick blobs of bloody cum squirt out of his bloody cock! They fed the bloody cum to him and wiped it on his pussy-glazed mouth. BB looked down at his mangled cock, lying limp before him on a table, battered and bruised… and oozing blood seeping out from where the corsage pins had punctured his man meat.
They undid him and told him to clean his mess off. Then they headed to the shower to wash his blood and cum off their bodies and freshen up their vaginas. They retired to Britney’s bedroom and closed the door. Bitch Boi was left outside. Ashley and Britney slept like babies that night! That was the highlight of the weekend for sure!
‘Strip” she commanded and his world tilted again. He was used to women telling him what to do but this made his insides flip over and over.
He took off his jacket and then shirt, carefully laying them on a chair. She stopped him for a moment and appraised her boy…he was one lovely sight. She has been keeping herself without orgasm for a while. She knew he was the one when she perused the society magazine Good Matches and found this boy was ready to be married. His pretty face and tall slim body fired her sexual desires immediately, and when she read of his other accomplishments, she was determined he would belong to her.
Still, this was a moment of pure victory, she had him and she could not wait to train him to be her ideal husband. The fact he had never been touched or kissed was a joy and she looked forward to taking his virginity very soon. She would possess him and take him and mark him as her own.
His trousers were sticking out at the front alarmingly, she glanced down and saw he had seen. He was stricken with shame. She smiled at him and undid his belt, sliding it out with a satisfying snap, then she undid his trousers and saw the black underpants, tight silky feeling microfibre trunks and the most gorgeous erect cock poking out from the top.
‘Now, she said’ You are my husband and part of your duties will be to have sexual relations with me, as often and in what position I choose. I will soon take your virginity and once that has been accomplished you will be trained in bedroom arts, so you can please me and make me very satisfied. You will be my very good boy, I know’
She slipped her cool hand down the front of his pants and caught his cock firmly in her fingers, pulling upward as she wanted to free it from his constraining but very flattering underwear. She drew the pants down and he moaned in desire and shame as she left him naked before her.
A small soft ‘Ohhh’ popped from his lips and he hung his head down. He wanted her so badly and yet that had to be wrong…in his world thus far, it had been wrong to look or ogle at women or to think about sex.
‘Boy, you are mine now. You need not be ashamed of what I want to, and will, do to you. This is what Wives and husbands do if the Wife wants it. just as you are obedient and submissive out of the bed, so you will be when in my bed..so, do not be humiliated or ashamed…I know you want what I want and do not worry, you will always do what I want.”
Hearing her self-assured words, he was pacified. It was all so quick, so new…all those years of answering to his family and now he was to focus on Miss Sarah entirely and absolutely.
Her hands moved up and down his body, greedily feeling his skin, smelling him, her tongue licked at his nipples and his stomach, sending flashes of physical pleasure pulsing through him. He wanted to move, to touch her back but he knew this would be wrong, she was in control and he was her plaything. Even in the throes of extreme desire, he knew this and loved it.
She walked to the bed and beckoned to him, laying herself out. Her body was ripe and firm, curvy and beautiful..he thought he would die with sheer overwhelming happiness.
She said to him…I do not know what Sex-Ed you have had but the first lesson you are going to learn in real life is I get the pleasure I want when I want it and for as long as I want it. You will provide me with that pleasure. Your own pleasure will be for me to decide upon. You have no say, my lovely boy, none at all.
He barely took in anything she said, he was light headed. Just looking at her nakedness, all her soft inviting beauty was intensely frustrating. His cock, so far repressed and restricted felt unbelievably hard and quivering with desire.
She made him kneel between her parted thighs…guiding his face to her wet pussy, so close he could smell the hot scent of her.
‘You will lick and kiss me there, my boy, you will kneel between my legs and learn your husbandly duties. Oral sex is one way I get aroused and orgasm, so you will learn how to use your tongue, lips and hands…to begin with, you will slowly and delicately explore my pussy with your lips and tongue. I want to feel how you naturally would approach me.’
He wanted to nothing more than to please her and so decided gentle was best, after all, she could always tell him to go faster or harder. His tongue met with her wetness, and he savoured her taste with delight. He lapped at her, tiny flicking licks and she moaned. Encouraged, he kept on, flicking and licking, twisting his tongue around, over and back, watching for signs of more pleasure. She rewarded him, groaning in mounting excitement.
‘Keep going” she ordered and he did, using the same measured but purposeful licks he had tried from the start. He loved the sensation of her mounting desire, her wetness increasing, her thighs straining and her back arching. She moaned and thrust her hips at him aggressively, and ground her pussy into his face, climaxing with appreciative sighs and moans. He lay still, wanting an order, and before too many moments, she said ‘Put your finger, your index finger inside me, move it around and I will tell you when it is right, yes, now, lick again with your finger deep inside me…yes..I love it”
His finger slipped into her, loving the feeling of warmth and tightness, he probed and twisted until she moaned in pleasure…’There, there…ohh…yes..there…good boy.”
He obediently continued, stroking her sensitive place constantly, craning his neck to lick her clitoris.
She came again and again…calling out to him, praising him and encouraging him. Eventually, she said…’no more…I am satisfied’
She leaned over and pulled him to her, kissing him slowly and lovingly. Her touch instantly fired his lust once more and he whimpered sweetly.
She told him to lay back and be still, so he did, feeling embarrassed by his obvious sexual need.
She lightly stroked, just a trailing of fingers, along the shaft of his penis and he thought he would explode. Waves of arousal built up straight away and he moaned helplessly.
‘Ask me to stop when you get close”
He decided he needed to confess….’Miss Sarah, I don’t know if I will know…I haven’t ever been allowed…I am without experience’
She took her hand away, ‘Really, totally virginal then, goodness…what fun…and by the way, I think I will insist you carry on calling me Miss Sarah, it is so formal and polite…utterly charming”
‘Okay, my boy, then what we will do is sort out your virginity very quickly…I don’t think it will take long somehow and we will spend our honeymoon here in my bed, having sex and getting you sexually trained properly…then when you have come lots and got to crave it, I will begin to restrict you and keep you in chastity so you will only orgasm when I really think you deserve a treat.’
He heard this but none of it made any sense..his world had suddenly gone quite mad and he had begun to think he must be in a dream.
Two weeks on and he was fairly sure he could no longer be in a dream. However, some of the surreality of his existence still persisted.
His Wife, Miss Sarah had resigned him from his job, informing him quite simply that ‘she’ was his job now.
Much as she had promised, their honeymoon had been spent mostly in her bed where he had been trained over and over in how to give his Wife all the sexual pleasure she could possibly want.
This was, of course, a task he had taken too with the greatest of joy, learning quickly and becoming adept at all her favourite sexual activities. The greater pleasure she had, the more gratified and fulfilled he was. Fair to say, he could hardly believe his luck…Miss Sarah was sexually insatiable it seemed to him and so responsive to all his efforts.
He could now massage her into a blissful state of relaxation or massage her slowly into a slowly simmering sexual passion and could take her small physical cues as to which one she was needing.
He bathed her or showered with her, so their bodies were often in intimate contact. Needless to say, a look or light touch from her was enough to turn him into the neediest boy ever and so he felt he had been erect almost permanently for a fortnight.
The first time she took him, for that was what it was, a taking, plain and simple, he was told to lay back on the bed for her. Once she had spoken those words, that was it, he offered himself up to her submissively, knowing disobeying her was almost impossible to imagine.
She took her time, just watching what was hers, that was all part of the fun, gazing upon the incredibly beautiful object that she possessed.
She came in closer and whispered ‘How is my gorgeous boy?’
He was so overcome he couldn’t speak and simply made a little helpless noise and pleaded with his eyes. Truth was, he didn’t know what he was pleading for but he knew she would take him, use him and make him hers and after, he would feel…well, what would he feel?
That first fuck was so intense, so blissful, he cried…he had no defenses where she was concerned and his sobbing, a reaction of helpless submission fired her with simultaneous feelings of love and a desire to hurt and humiliate Daniel.
He knew as she had told him clearly, these pleasures so freely given now, would be curtailed, who knew how much? He thought back to how before marriage he could by dint of will block out his desires, to suppress them and live in purity. This was no longer the case, he lived with the most desirable woman ever and she intended to lock his cock up.
Each orgasm she forced upon him, and there were many, was a bitter-sweet thing. He knew she was making him need orgasms and connect this utter surfeit of pleasure with her. Then, she would take it away, knowing it would leave him feeling flayed and scourged, open to her every whim.
What was worse, she would do this to him and he still loved the very ground she walked on. She loved him too, quite passionately but her deeper, darker desires needed their satisfaction and he must suffer for her.
His problem, as he saw it, was his recovery time…he was young, fit, healthy and be sexually used by his most gorgeous Wife and no matter how often she made him release, he still bounced back soon after, balls full and ready for action.
She was most seriously engaged in training him to be ridden for a considerable time before he would be expected to humbly ask for permission to ‘rest’.
On a physical level, to have to beg to ‘rest’ or be denied as it clearly meant, when he was so desperate to come, would be challenging. To do it over and over, how would he cope? Mentally, it put him time and time again into a spaced out state of swirling submission. It was an endorphin high and he loved how fluid and passive it made him feel, almost out of his own body.
Additionally, she trained him to take prolonged hand and mouth stimulation without difficulty. He could with enormous discipline find a place, just before orgasm and keep there, burning for a release that would not come.
The yearning sensation it instilled was addictive and he realised she intended to keep him hopelessly sexually enslaved always.
That just made him get harder and drip pre-cum like a pathetic gift to a superior Goddess. Her gentle and loving amusement at this left him in awed humiliation, utterly undone by her.
He tried to imagine years of living like this…it filled him with a sense of stomach fluttering anxiety overlaid with a much more deep sense of knowing his Wife had made him into exactly what he must be and wanted to be….her helpless sexual plaything.
Inside the Drawing Room, he knew so well was all his female family, Grandmother, Mother, Aunt and his two sisters, one older and one younger.
He stood just inside the door shyly, awaiting an instruction.
“Come here, Daniel” his mother ordered and he walked to her, not looking around, his eyes cast down as was his normal way. He had been taught it was impolite to stare at any women.
‘Meet your future wife’ she continued and waved him forward to meet…Miss Sarah who was smiling welcomingly. He blushed ‘Pleased to meet you again Miss Sarah’
‘Will you accept my taking you in marriage Daniel”
“Yes, Miss Sarah, thank you’.
She smiled at his sweet and old-fashioned politeness. He really was the product of a very strict and traditional upbringing, which, she felt was quite a bonus, well, that and his gorgeous looks and body. She immediately quelled that train of thought as it seemed inappropriate whilst taking tea and cakes with his family.
There was nothing else to discuss with him, all that could wait until she took him home as her legal husband.
She dismissed him and she concluded the business, confirming time and place again for the civil ceremony in two days time.
Daniel was to be excused work due to his marriage and his mother quickly arranged a two-week vacation with a quick call to Miss Clare Reed, explaining he might not be returning if his Wife did not approve and giving Miss Sarah’s details, so they could discuss his future together.
Daniel was to spend his imposed indoor time to start to pack his limited set of possessions and to study more on how to be a good husband.
In actuality, he spent a good bit of time dreaming about his future position as a good husband to Miss Sarah. He was utterly delighted as Miss Sarah seemed friendly and kind, although clearly used to being in control as was absolutely right.
The books had been given to him over the last year and he felt he had learned a great deal. Admittedly, he also had been taught much by his well mannered and submissive father who had set him a very positive example.
Being married was a massive privilege and conferred certain status improvements compared to unmarried males. A man gained social stature from his Wife and should be constantly grateful for her generosity in choosing him. Technically males could get divorced but very rarely did as it was a complex legal procedure and would render him unlikely to ever be wed again. It was self-imposed social disgrace and not something many men would ever contemplate.
The husband will defer to his Wife in all things, that is the basic rule which men must adhere. It means the woman will be making all important decisions about their home, work, children, social life and sex.
He was desperately trying not to dwell upon sex, rightly feeling he would simply be told what was expected and allowed and he would make himself content with that.
His mind buzzed and he felt a sense of growing anxiety too.
He would be leaving his family, whom he loved and respected and would be launched into the unknown.
Daniel was married off in a quick ceremony and before he knew it, he was legally under the control of his new Wife, Miss Sarah.
The day had come around very quickly and all his possessions had been sent to his new abode, he knew not where.
He had dressed in his best suit, and as he looked at himself in the mirror, his last moments in his old room, he was satisfied he would not show up his Wife. His dark suit contrasted with his pale skin, dark floppy hair and deep blue eyes. His cheekbones were high, his nose straight and his lips rich and sensuous. He really had no idea he was beautiful as he was. Males were not encouraged to any vanity and were certainly not told they were handsome. It was not necessary or relevant. Their role was to be hardworking, pleasing, companionable and willing. If women picked them for marriage, it probably was because they were attractive as well as having all the necessary other attributes.
The ceremony went by in a blur as he was in a welter of anxiety about what lay ahead. Before he knew it, they were leaving the Registry office and she had hold of his hand, something which sent surges of intense happiness through him.
She led him to her wedding car and they were chauffeured to an imposing detached house only a few minutes away and without any explanations or words of any kind, they were leaving the car and heading to the door. It opened as she drew close and an older male welcomed her in with a polite greeting.
She acknowledged him but carried on sweeping in with Daniel. He tried not to resist and follow meekly. They went up the sweeping staircase in the middle of the hall and straight into a large and handsome bedroom.
Miss Sarah turned around and pulled him close to her. She lifted her face up and her lips found his. She pressed closer and her lips opened and without knowing what was happening, Daniel found himself kissing intimately and passionately his beautiful new Wife. The kiss was literally breath-taking and he had to steel himself not to go completely weak-kneed.
She grinned at him and said ‘I had hoped it would be that good, More I think” and pulled him close. The kisses were divine, he thought. She smelled of roses and tasted of sweetest honey…the sensual delight of her caused an almost immediate and shocking reaction in him, he fell completely and devastatingly in love. He felt swept away and his heart fluttered wildly as her hand stroked his dangling fringe and caressed his cheek. She may as well have collared and chained him physically because whatever had occurred turned a polite and respectful boy-husband into her passionate slave, wanting nothing than to please and obey her.
He didn’t entirely know all of this in words but, my goodness, he felt something had shifted dramatically and permanently.
The cloistered boy had been transformed and nothing would ever be the same.
She stepped away and looked at him with amusement. She had felt him give himself to her and it was wonderful. She wanted her boy begging and helpless, desperate for her approval and she wanted it so very much.
He walked home back from work, mulling over the humiliations of the day which mostly centered around his employer Miss Clare Reed and her comments regarding his work, which voiced in such mocking tones, had made him blush and feel embarrassed in front of the mainly female office workers. She never felt any compunction at telling off her male staff in public, whereas she was always polite enough to take women privately to one side.
Still, he had more pressing things to concern him.
His family, or at least the members who mattered, had come to the decision about who he should marry, and this momentous thought was preoccupying him. At 21 it was the normal sort of time for a boy to be married off and he had been expecting it. Nonetheless, it was a huge event in his life and not without attendant concerns on his part.
He made sure he did not dawdle as his Mother, Grandmother, Sisters, and Aunt were all waiting at home to introduce him to his Wife to be. He was keen to avoid their punishments tonight of all nights.
Walking home from work was normal, as men were not permitted to drive until married and given permission from his Wife.
He wondered which of the ladies it might be, the one who had finally negotiated with his female relatives to take him on and would she permit him to learn to drive. He hoped so as it would be very convenient but she might be the kind of Wife who liked to drive for herself, in which case he would sit meekly by her side in the passenger seat.
He recalled the three women who had interviewed him as part of the Betrothal and wasn’t sure which one would be best. All three were older, that was also quite normal, after all, they mostly took their time to pick the right husband as they had a lot to consider about any prospective spouse.
From his mid-teens, he had been schooled in the subject of being a good and obedient husband and he knew how very important it was to show correct submission and deference to one’s Wife. She would be the family leader, who made the decisions and set any household rules. As a good and well brought up boy, he knew men were to be quiet, well mannered, docile, pleasing and good company, seeing women as their natural leaders.
He knew what shame it brought to a boy and his family if he didn’t submit to the strict social etiquette regarding gender behavior. In his community, this was tightly observed and so any deviance or defiance was unthinkable. A good boy stayed at home, under the correct matriarchal control until passed on to his new Wife and her female relatives.
There were many social inequalities to accept as a male and he had done his best. He understood why men were not allowed a vote and why they could not own property in their own right, all that was too complicated and important to be left to men who tend toward silliness and lack of attention. Still, he tried to be focussed and show his intelligence, after all, within reason these skills and attributes would be an asset to his Wife.
He knew he must never put himself forward, be loud or aggressive but to be a charming and attractive companion to his Wife. It was a genuine desire, after all, he had been brought up properly and knew he should always put women first and himself second.
He was though shy, rather nicely so, actually, if he knew better. Women, despite being a force to be reckoned with in life generally, individually as non-family members could whip up any number of all quite intense emotion within him. This was more than a little difficult for him to bear upon occasion.
His sexuality, such as it was, he realized had been created in the same way his deferential manners had. Molded and formed by women who knew men were best served by knowing their place and being happy to be in it. His sexual desires were therefore rather submissive and passive, he dreamed of feeling that he sexually belonged to a woman and that she would know what to do with him. He also knew that having any naughty sexual thoughts, or worse, responses could get him into trouble.
Along with the ‘Good Husband’ training, he has been subject to fairly rigorous schooling on the subject of what good boys must and must not do sexually.
Teaching is one thing but going through adolescence and late teens is a sexually turbulent time and he was often in a lather of sexual desire that he knew would meet with much family disapproval. Well brought up boys had self-control and kept their minds and bodies clean and decent. It was shameful to be caught up in sexual fantasies and selfishly exploring his own needs.
Boys were to learn that sex was for the woman to govern, just as she would all else in the marriage. Her needs, if she had sexual needs, would be met, that was a given and the male must simply hope she saw fit to meet his. If she did not, well, he must learn acceptance and denial and put his energies to good use elsewhere. That was a scary thought as was burdened with a high sex drive and desires which simmered and burned away, even though as a good boy he did try not to give in to sexual impropriety. His sexual existence was one of quiet and hopeful yearning stained, quite literally, by shameful episodes of nocturnal releases. He had, with huge efforts of will refrained from touching himself. That he had been taught was indecent and would lead to a boy finding it very hard to be taken in marriage. A self-abuser was never a desirable prospect for a beautiful and strong Wife.
He was nearing his family home, a large rather handsome townhouse in an elegant street, the very epitome of architectural correctness and order, ideas which had been long drilled into him, as what made the world work.
He had conducted himself properly on the way home, he knew that, so he could enter relieved, confident he would not feel bound to confess as he sometimes had when he had caught a young woman’s eye or had allowed himself to gaze at women and start dreamily imagining.
Even so, he was nervous. After all, inside the house with his family would be the woman who would take him and make him her husband. The woman who would remove him from the care and mostly loving discipline of the matriarchy he had always known. A woman who naturally would have her own ideas about what he must do, and importantly, not do, in order to be a good, obedient, faithful spouse. He was nervous and worse, his penis, traitorous thing, had begun to twitch into life. He neared the door, and a sense of wonderful and helpless anxiety was filling him. Soon, he would belong completely to his Wife.
He knocked on the door, not being allowed his own key and waited to be admitted. His father opened the door and motioned him inside, laying a finger on his lips to suggest quiet.
He followed his father into the kitchen and stood, fidgeting, not sure what would happen next.
The older man informed his son that he must wait patiently here, as the womenfolk were still discussing important marriage business in the drawing room and he was not required at this point.
A cup of tea was offered and he sat with it, trying to order his thoughts but..oh, it was hard.
There had been three women who had responded to his being formally offered up for marriage and they had visited one at a time. he had been formally presented to each of them and was ‘interviewed’ by each in a way he found both exciting and bewildering. The mystery of marriage was quite beyond anything he could really imagine. He felt he had babbled and stumbled over questions which he should have been perfectly confident with.
There had been a shortish and attractive blonde woman Miss Ellen, a tall red-haired beauty Miss Charlotte and Miss Sarah, dark with pretty green eyes.
He could not work out who it might be as the women were talking quite inaudibly from his distant seat and he knew better than to eavesdrop.
He wondered when he would be wed and where he would live. Would his wife wish him to keep his paid employment, or make him take a different one or keep him at home as house-keeper?
His mind wandered to underwear and he fervently hoped she would do away with the one really humiliating ritual he was forced to undergo here the underpants control.
Even thinking about it sent shivers of shame through him. To help him to stay sexually pure, he was made to wear one pair of underpants each day, given to him each morning, and in return, he had to hand over his used pair.
His Mother or Aunt would inspect the pants for signs of sexual activity, either penis dribbling or much worse nocturnal emissions. He dreaded each day having to submit to such indignity but his family was clear, he needed that discipline and control to ensure he was not engaging in anything they would be ashamed of.
He thought that his mother was generally quite understanding but if more than one nocturnal release was detected within a week, he was spanked on his bare bottom in front of the whole family, and this was utterly mortifying as well as painful.
As he had got older, the punishment was intensely shameful, he wanted so much to be good and somehow this one issue kept on causing him such humiliating chastisement. He had found he was punished more often now and each time, he would become tearful, and promise to try harder.
He hated to let all his womenfolk down. he worked very hard not to dwell on sexual thoughts, taking cold showers when he felt the urge building or finding some arduous task to do which wore him out and made his penis subside meekly. However, lately he had been getting punished twice a week and his bottom was left sore after each lengthy wooden spoon spanking or more especially now, as they had found an old leather strap and used that firmly upon his bottom and thighs.
Each time he was punished, he was also made to stand, pants down in the corner for a while to think about his ‘wickedness’ as his Aunt called it.
He took this shameful treatment with resigned unhappiness. He did not feel the punishment cruel or unwarranted, he was desperate to be pleasing and obedient. All his schooling had made him feel a nagging sense of inferiority in the face of strong confident women, they were fearless, outgoing, bright, beautiful and competent. He felt silly, inept and prone to doing naughty things. He needed a firm hand to put him right.
His father returned and told him to go and stand by the Drawing Room door as he would be summoned soon.
He really had little idea of what they might have been discussing but he knew males were formally handed over into marriage and that wedded state conferred certain authority over him to his bride in perpetuity.
Had he heard he would have been even more embarrassed than ever.
The conversation had been about his having a very high sexual drive, which they had tried to curb with the underpants and the spankings but they felt this increase in sexual misbehavior meant he must be ready for being married off.
His family explained he was very keen to please women, very hard working, obedient and intelligent. He had because of his rather exceptional good looks been kept more cloistered than might generally have been the case. It had been necessary to preserve his purity and marry him off to a respectable woman very quickly now.
They had agreed a date and time, the day after tomorrow.
He was called through and so he walked into the next stage of his life