Spanked Into Submission

Spanked Into Submission-2

“See, now you only owe me eighteen hundred dollars.”

Bruce felt helpless and vulnerable, standing outside a convenience store in a tattered Speedo, his hands tied behind his back, and following orders from a confident, well-endowed woman who was obviously in complete control. He could only plead, “I’m sorry I hurt Jane’s feelings. Please let me make it up to her.”

“That’s exactly what I have planned,” Nancy said as they drove to his apartment. When they entered his apartment, Nancy had Bruce kneel while she slowly removed her white blouse and her shorts and then let down her long, wavy brown hair. She towered over him and said, “Eat me, Bad Boy.”

Bruce was turned on and glad to comply, although he felt strange doing so on his knees with his hands tied behind him. Nancy held his head as she thrust her juices into his face and commanded him to lick and suck. This was the first time Bruce was with a woman and not in control of the situation. His erection grew, and he had never felt so excited and frustrated. Nancy then had him stand while she played with his n*****s, c**k and balls without removing the tattered Speedo. She fed him a light dinner while he pleaded for release. They then slept together with Bruce’s feet tied to the footboard so that he had to sleep on his back. Nancy pulled the front of the Speedo down, leaving his c**k protruding helplessly in the air.

In the morning, Nancy labeled everything in the apartment with a minimum bid amount. She had no interest in making money. She just wanted to sell everything with Bruce still owing her money. Thus the stereo, surfboard, wet suit, speakers, couch, dresser, were set at ten to twenty dollars, the scooter at one hundred dollars, etcetera. People arrived; and, when the bidding began, Bruce pleaded with them to raise bids, telling they how much each item cost. This fell on deaf ears as bidders either wanted a great bargain or, more likely, couldn’t afford what the item was actually worth. After four hours, the apartment was empty. Nancy counted the money and informed Bruce he still owed her eight hundred dollars. Bruce was stunned and felt weak, defeated, and like his mind was in a fog. He now owned nothing and had no idea of, or control over, what came next. He heard her say the eight hundred dollar debt will be turned over to Jane, and she will be his new owner.

Jane Takes Ownership

Nancy took him to a Sonic Drive-in and hand fed him and then drove to the motel. She showered him and removed his tattered Speedo. She then shaved his body, leaving only a small arc of black hair over the base of his c**k and patted a splash of perfume onto his hairless balls. She massaged him with her fast tan lotion, giving his body a glistening appearance. She then looped his belt around his neck and tied it to the rod in the open living room closet. Finally, she tied his legs spread four feet apart. She stepped back and smiled, “You look like a bronze, Greek statue.”

“I’m glad you are pleased,” he said, and he meant it.

The other three women returned at 6:30 p.m. to change into evening clothes. The two women had kept Jane in another section of the beach, and she was unaware of the events of the day. They held back and let Jane enter first. She gave a shriek. “Is that you, Bruce? I can’t believe this.”

“Believe it,” Nancy said. “He lost a bet, and now he belongs to you.”

Jane looked at Bruce, “You agreed to this?”

“I’m accepting it. I’m sorry I took advantage of you. Nancy has arranged for me to make it up to you.”

Jane squeezed his n*****s, ran her fingers all over his body, and played with his balls, being careful not to touch his c**k as it seemed about to explode. She gave him a passionate kiss, saying, “What a beautiful body and all mine. I can’t believe it.”

Nancy wondered whether Jane’s infatuation would undermine her plans for him. Just then, Bruce said, “Jane, could I ask you a favor? I’ve had a hard-on for two days and…”

“I don’t see how getting s****l gratification will further your goal of making up for treating me like an unpaid w***e. On the contrary, seeing you frustrated and horny makes me feel better already.”

“Go, girl!” yelled all three women in unison. If they had any doubts, it was now apparent that Jane had what it took to carry out Bruce’s retraining. Bruce looked sullen, and Nancy could see that he had wanted to manipulate Jane, and that his compliance was either fake or, at least, incomplete.

Jane unfastened his neck from the closet rod and told him to get on his knees. She then lifted his chin and asked, “Why do you have to have s*x with multiple women. You sure enjoyed your night with me, but then you wanted to move on.”

“Ah, I don’t know.”

She smacked his face hard, leaving an imprint of her hand.

Bruce began to sweat. “I guess I’m just the kind of guy who needs variety.”

Nancy interjected, “We’re about to change out of our swimsuits, and I know, for a fact, that Bruce likes to eat p***y. Let’s give him some variety, if that’s okay with Jane.

Jane said, “It sure is, and I get to go first,” dragging Bruce by his ear and on his knees to the bedroom.

The women had drinks while they took turns with long, drawn-out encounters, sitting on the edge of the bed, with Bruce on his knees, and sitting on Bruce’s face while squeezing his n*****s and balls. After two hours, Sally, who went last, called out, “He’s not cooperating.” All went into the bedroom to learn Sally wanted Bruce to lick out her rectum.

Nancy said, “I’m glad she didn’t go first,” and they all laughed.

Jane grabbed Bruce’s hair. “How dare you refuse?”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

Without a word, Nancy retrieved her paddle and handed it to Jane. Jane shoved it in Bruce’s face and said, “This is your last chance. Do whatever Sally asks.”

“Please, not that. I’ll do anything else.”

Nancy pulled Bruce over the edge of the bed; and, with his knees on the floor and his butt in the air, she sat on his head. His butt still had blisters from two days ago. She asked if he was ready, and he whimpered, “Please don’t do this to me, Jane.”

“From now on, make that Miss Jane,” And with that, she administered twenty harsh blows that had Bruce screaming in pain. She stopped and asked if he had changed his mind. When he was slow to respond and began to stammer, she let loose with another twenty.

He gasped, “Stop, stop, I’ll do it.”

She slowed the pace of the blows, asking, “Are you sure? Will you do anything? Will you try to enjoy it? Will you pretend to like it?”

Bruce kept shouting, “Yes! Yes!” His body was racked with pain; his butt was bleeding, and he was crying like a baby. This was to be a watershed moment in which Bruce took a beating he would not forget and caved in to behavior for which he would not forgive himself. He had just agreed to become an ass-licker.

Jane got a washcloth, wiped away his tears, and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “I’m disappointed in your lack of obedience, but I guess bad boys will be bad boys and will often need punishment.”

Bruce trembled and said, “I won’t need more punishment, Miss Jane.”

Sally got down on her elbows and knees, raising her butt in the air.

“Over here, Bad Boy.” Bruce hobbled over on his knees with an expression of horror on his face. He made two attempts to adjust the distance between him and her butt and finally lost his balance burying his face in her ass. He licked around the orifice and turned his head in utter revulsion.

Sally looked back at him and said, “Get that tongue in there, you bad boy ass-licker.” Jane backhanded his face, turning it back into his task.

He stuck his tongue into her rectum and withdrew it immediately, violently shaking

his head. When he looked back, Jane was striking the paddle against her other hand. Bruce turned back, forcing his tongue in, trying to picture himself surfing, trying to not taste anything. Sally brought him back to reality with, “Wiggle your tongue, stupid. Use a little spit, and go deeper, Bad Boy.”

Bruce finally succeeded in stimulating Sally into three orgasms, and she was satisfied.

Jane pulled Bruce back to the closet by the belt around his neck and strung him up to the clothes rod. He had achieved a new level of feeling worthless. “I need to rinse out my mouth,” he managed to say.

“I would have let you if you had immediately complied with Sally’s request. Now you will have to let the taste remind you of the importance of unquestioning obedience.”

So Bruce, the ass-licker, had to stand in the closet, head, hands, and feet immobilized, smelling and tasting his humiliating experience while trying not to swallow. The women showered, changed, and were off to the Padre Island clubs. Nancy had located a s*x shop, and they stopped there on the way. She advised Jane on items she might want to buy. The first was a c**k cage. It would lock, could be worn permanently, and was large enough to allow for some engorgement but would not allow ejaculation. Thus, Jane would hold the key to Bruce’s s****l pleasure. They also bought a whip, handcuffs, n****e clamps, and two stretch bars. One had wrist cuffs on each end and a neck strap in the middle. The other attached at the ankles to stretch the feet apart. They also found a string bikini that would display Bruce’s blistered butt on the beach. Finally, they bought some K9 jelly and the largest dildo in the store.

They partied until 2 a.m. and returned to the motel to find Bruce asleep on his feet, leaning against the wall. His c**k was less engorged now. Jane was afraid she would have to masturbate him to get his c**k into the cage as he had a hard on most of the time. She didn’t want him to have any relief, and now they quietly got the device ready. They quickly slipped the cage over his c**k, slipped the ring through the cage, and locked it around his balls and the base of his c**k. He started to wake halfway through the procedure, and his c**k expanded too late. It was trapped in the cage as they were locking the ring. He looked down at it in a pathetic, hopeless manner but had nothing to say.

The women decided to let Jane sleep on the living room sofa bed with Bruce, and the three would sleep on the bedroom king size bed. They also agreed that Bruce’s hands could be untied; it was unlikely he would take off wearing only a c**k cage. Since Nancy always carried a door alarm when she traveled, she attached it to the door, just in case.

Bruce was grateful to be able to shower, rinse out his mouth, and use the toilet. He fell asleep in Jane’s arms soon after hitting the bed. Jane woke up at 4 a.m. and began caressing and gently squeezing Bruce’s n*****s and balls while telling him what a beautiful body he had. She let him touch her and guided his hands, showing him where to touch and how much pressure to use. She then had him face the foot of the bed and had him suck her juices while she played with his balls. Nancy woke early and called the others to see the couple asleep with Bruce’s head buried in Jane’s p***y.

Humiliating Exposure

There were two days of spring break left, and all were anxious to hit the beach. Jane asked Bruce if he wanted to go, and he said yes, but he didn’t have a swimsuit. Nancy brought out the string bikini they bought in the s*x shop. It consisted of a just enough stretch nylon material to cover Bruce’s c**k and balls, a string rising up the back (along the crack in the ass) which attached to a thin elastic waist band. Bruce didn’t want to put it on but was afraid to object. As he considered whether to object, he realized just how absolutely powerless he was. He felt like a child afraid of being punished. This feeling was reinforced by a constant burning sensation radiating from his butt as he stretched the nylon over his caged c**k and his balls. He was horrified to realize the outline of the metal rings was clearly visible under the bikini. Worse, his blistered butt was completely exposed.