The Spanked Into Submission Collection

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

A Painful Move

“I’ll never be able to face my friends on the beach or in Corpus again. I’ll never live this down; I’ll be the laughing stock of town.”

“I have the perfect solution. You can live with the ten of us girls in a large house just off campus.”

“Ten of you?”

“You could sleep in my room, but you would have the opportunity to develop your growing respect for women by taking orders from all of us.”

“All of you?”

“Well, you’re still making up for the way you treated me. You’re still not ready to lose that cage (flicking his tortured member with her thumb and finger).”

“I guess you’re right. I just want to make it up to you, to please you, and get my c**k back. I mean get your permission to touch it, you know?”

Sensing his confusion about what he has a right to expect, “You’ll have to earn it, and you’re a bad boy. Think you can do it?”

Before he could answer, she began gently pinching his n*****s, fondling his balls, and caressing his smooth, swarthy body telling him how beautiful and soft and pliable he was. The first time she applied the word pliable, he wasn’t sure he liked it. Now it sounded right. Everything she says sounds right, especially now as he drifts off to sleep, his face buried between her legs.

At 3 a.m., Bruce woke with a start. He was shaking and perspiring profusely. He was awakened by ten large, angry women who were yelling and pointing at him, and he was cowering, naked in the corner, utterly terrified. They all had ping-pong paddles, and somehow he knew they all wanted him to lick their asses. Even when he finally realized it was a dream, he couldn’t stop shaking. He lifted the covers slightly and slid out; thankful he hadn’t awakened Jane. He crept to the bathroom and dried off the sweat as his mind filled with the thought of becoming a s*x slave in a houseful of ten demanding women, and in a city where he didn’t know anyone.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he crept back to the living room. He turned the doorknob carefully and slowly pulled…. RAA’jo, RAA’jo, RAA’jo, RAA’jo the alarm shrieked. Nancy had automatically set the alarm every night out of habit, and no one noticed. Bruce stood frozen with his hand still on the knob of the open door.

“Going somewhere, Bad Boy?” Jane asked as she ripped off his towel.

“Oh, no, I mean, not really…”

Just then, the two women from the next room knocked on the partially open door. They heard about Bad Boy and were interested in knowing what was going on. Two more couples came and a lively 3 a.m. discussion followed. The two men felt Bruce had been through enough and had learned his lesson. The eight women disagreed, saying that men don’t relinquish power easily and only complete training and re-education would insure that Bad Boy remained on the straight and narrow.

“Only a man would think he had learned this lesson.” The two men decided that they were really getting sleepy and retreated to bed.

Bruce stood quietly, feeling dismayed when his two defenders so easily abandoned his cause. Now that the women decided he should move in with Jane and her roommates, the discussion turned to keeping him ‘safe’ while they enjoyed their last day at the beach. Tie him up, guard him, and take him back to the beach… Sally came up with a solution that only her sadistic mind would come up with, and added, “And it will also help with his initial adjustment when we get to San Marcos.”

Bruce was very apprehensive, especially when he heard them agreeing with something Sally was saying in a persuasive tone. Jane fastened the stretch bar to Bruce’s wrists and neck, extending it to the max, while Nancy laid a beach towel across the bed. They laid him on his back and pulled him up toward the headboard so that his feet were just hanging over the foot of the bed. Jane then fastened the ankle stretch bar so Bruce’s feet were twelve inches apart and tied the bar to the bed frame. Bruce began sweating when he realized how immobilized he’d become and tried to sit up. Jane hopped on to the bed, straddled his stomach, and stuffed her panties in his mouth. He knew he was in for some painful punishment and could only look pleadingly into Jane’s eyes.

Nancy removed a flicker whip from her s*x toy purchases and handed it to Sally. This was a three-foot long crop with a thin, braided tassel at the end. It was marketed as causing a sharp, vicious stinging sensation. And in Sally’s hands, this was more than true. She flogged the bottoms of his feet about ten times before Nancy grabbed the whip to give the others a chance. Bruce screamed so loudly through the panties, Jane had to grab a pillow and muffle the sound. He poured sweat and his face twisted in pain and anguish.

Jane pushed the wet hair out of his face and wiped it with a washcloth saying, “You are such a bad boy.” Bruce continued to lurch his upper body under Jane and scream with each stroke. Every woman took her turn, and Bruce’s feet puffed up with bright red welts and cuts. Bruce’s screams deteriorated into wailing, bawling, and sobbing like a baby and continued for five minutes after the whipping stopped. Jane released his ankles and wrists and, as he crawled off the bed, had him pull the soaking wet towel with him. He gasped in pain and moaned mournfully on his knees in front of the self-righteous women. He could feel their superiority and remembered Jane telling him last night how he has nice muscles but has lost his superiority. He’d never realized how superior women actually were. Well, now he can experience the feeling fully as he will on his knees looking up at them full-time for the immediate future.

Later that morning, the women locked their clothes in suitcases, put towels in the outside hamper, and went off to enjoy their last day on the beach. Bruce was free to leave but would have to do so on his knees wearing only a c**k cage. He had to eat and sleep on the floor; and, when they returned that night, Bruce was expected to bring all the women to orgasm in spite of the intense pain still in his feet. This was a new level of submissiveness since Bruce had to suppress normal feelings of hurt and anger while pleasuring them. There was no need to order him to his knees since he couldn’t put any weight on his feet. He engaged in further debasement by pleading with Jane that he loved her and really hadn’t wanted to run off. Jane would merely fondle him and run her fingers through his hair and say, “Such a beautiful bad boy.”

In the morning, Nancy gave Bruce her short shorts, and he walked to the car on his knees. He was pulled into the middle of the back seat with Jane and Nancy on either side. They removed the shorts and tormented him all the way to San Marcos. They arrived after dark, and Bruce had to walk on his knees into the house and up to Jane’s second floor bedroom. He met the six other roommates who hadn’t gone to Padre Island. All but one immediately agreed it was a great idea to have a male s*x slave in residence. Sally’s partner, Leddy, didn’t like the idea of sharing Sally with anyone, particularly since Sally was bi-s****l, and you never knew what she might do next. The group cleaned, salved and bandaged Bruce’s feet and agreed that they should take good care of Jane’s property.