Bi-Sexual Male / 45
I found this website by accident and I'm glad I did, I've been keeping a secret from my wife and family for many years. I'm so glad I can just get it all out to people I will never see or meet.
My parents were hard ass people and if you screwed up there was a price to be paid. Mostly my Mom dealt out the punishment. Of course this was back in the day when having your ass beat was just part of growing up. My Dad who was an ex Jar Head ordered the punishment and my Mom carried it out.
My Mom was frail so using her hand to spank me was pretty much off the table. She used a belt or a paddle or a switch, her favorite of choice was the switch. I think she got a thrill of using the switch, that meant I had to be the one to go out in the yard and bring it back to her. If I tried bringing a switch that was totally useless that only meant I was going to get more whippings added on when I returned with the suitable switch.
I wasn't a bad kid, not like I was out bullying or being destructive, except one time. I got talked into that mess and paid dearly for it. Broke some windows on a building that was going to be demolished, didn't matter to my folks that was wrong and I had to pay the penalty.
That day changed me forever. I was 12yo and my Dad told my Mom to make sure I would remember this day for a long time, believe me I NEVER forgot!
I went to the famous bush where most of the switches came from. Looked at the branches and found the one that was going to fuck me up for the rest of my life. I stripped the leaves off and went inside where my Mom waited.
Hands on the wall and my pants down as SOP. My Mom was saying something but I blocked her voice out entirely. I did hear her say I was going to get "one" for each window that me and my friend had broken. Sixteen was my lucky number for this punishment.
The first eight or ten had me in tears for sure, there was no sense begging my Mom to let me slide on a couple, that wasn't going to happen. Dad wasn't there but it didn't matter, she wasn't going to lie to him when he asked if I got all Sixteen.
By the time she got to Twelve something "weird" came over me. The tears had stopped and now suddenly it became a challenge. At Fourteen I screamed out a foul word, shit, fuck? and that was automatic if getting Two extra for bad language.
By Sixteen it was all I could do not to tell my Mom to go to hell and maybe worse. The last Two struck me and I barely felt them at all. Once again my Mom was saying something but I didn't hear a word. When she walked away I stood there with my pants down and looked down at my young cock that was sticking straight out now.
I could barely pull my underwear over my hard cock and my ass that felt like it was on fire by now. Walking upstairs to my bedroom was agony, my underwear just irritated my behind with each step I went up.
I took my pants and underwear off when I got to my bedroom, standing there with only my shirt on as my young cock stood at attention for reasons I didn't understand. I laid on the bed, of course I was face down for sure and eventually I dozed off while the skin on my behind just throbbed it seemed.
There would be a few more of these times, mostly curfew infractions and things like that. Now every beating I got my dick would get hard. Once I even masturbated while the pain of my behind throbbed as much as my dick. Once in defiance, I turned around and let my Mom see my little hard dick. Her jaw dropped and she threw the switch down and walked out of the house.
Three years later my parents divorced and I could have cared less. I had to go live with my Mom and I never got a beating after that, maybe she thought me being 15yo was too old to put a switch to me anymore? By then I would have taken the punishment willingly, but she didn't know that.
The damaged had been done to me by then anyway. As I grew up and older the mistakes I made in my life were mine to deal with. Sometimes I would lay in bed next to my girlfriend and think about my Mom punishing me, my cock would be hard and I would slip out of bed and go jerk off in the bathroom while she slept. My favorite punishment was the one for the broken windows.
I eventually got married and had kids. Like my father I let my wife do the dirty work, but by then "Time Outs" and doing without TV in their rooms was the harshest punishment dished out in our home, I was okay with that.
But I was scarred and when my wife took the kids to her Mom's for a few days here and there I would get on the computer and watch internet Porn. Watching two people fucking gave me no thrill at all, it didn't matter how hot the women looked. I found the bdsm porn site and jerked off watching Men cower to their various Mistresses while they were whipped or flogged.
I had to go out of town for business which I hated each time I went. The only positive it would give me more time to watch my bdsm porn after I got back to the hotel room. I decided to go get something to eat and that's when I ran into a hooker as I was walking back to my hotel room. She made the offer and I told her she didn't have what I wanted as I kept on walking to my hotel.
I could hear her high heels running behind me and she caught up several steps later. She was breathing a bit hard when she asks me what was my kink? Just like that I suddenly stopped and looked at her. I was married, father of two kids, and I just came out with it. I thought she would laugh and just go on her way.
She looks me up and down and says something like a big boy like you wants to be punished? I only nod my head without any expression. She says $300 and I say $200? I tell her she doesn't have to take her clothes off or put out. We stare at each other and she says "deal." We turn and walk towards a seedy motel about a block down the street.
We get to the hotel room and she tells me I got to keep it quiet, sometimes the cops will show up if things get too loud. I agree and watch her open a bag she had put on the bed before we arrived. She laughed about being prepared for anything with us Johns. I only smiled as I began to remove my clothes. I had to tell her to stay on my behind, she said she already saw my wedding ring, wasn't much else to say.
Just before things got started she brought me a small hand towel that had been folded neatly and said maybe that would help. I took the towel and placed it in my mouth and then placed my hands on the wall. She told me to stick my ass out and when I did the crack filled my ears and pain exploded through my body. I grunted loudly, no denying it hurt like hell.
I could tell she was using a belt, it didn't matter what the hooker used on me because it
felt painfully wonderful. I bit into that hand towel hard as she gave me everything I wanted and more. Sometimes she would come and whisper into my ear on what a pussy I was for wanting to be beaten, it only made my cock harder when she did.
The hour flew by and she was all business about it, giving me a chance to pay more for an extended period of time. I had enough I knew and she went to the bathroom area and checked her overly done makeup as I tried to get dressed. She turned and said with a smile "that's going to hurt for a while you know." I gave her the $200 and she hugged me and told me to come back anytime, I got her number before I left her hotel room.
That was a few years ago and I have been back to see her several times on my business trips, it's not enough since I only go two times a year. I want to find someone local that can give me what I want more often.
My parents were hard ass people and if you screwed up there was a price to be paid. Mostly my Mom dealt out the punishment. Of course this was back in the day when having your ass beat was just part of growing up. My Dad who was an ex Jar Head ordered the punishment and my Mom carried it out.
My Mom was frail so using her hand to spank me was pretty much off the table. She used a belt or a paddle or a switch, her favorite of choice was the switch. I think she got a thrill of using the switch, that meant I had to be the one to go out in the yard and bring it back to her. If I tried bringing a switch that was totally useless that only meant I was going to get more whippings added on when I returned with the suitable switch.
I wasn't a bad kid, not like I was out bullying or being destructive, except one time. I got talked into that mess and paid dearly for it. Broke some windows on a building that was going to be demolished, didn't matter to my folks that was wrong and I had to pay the penalty.
That day changed me forever. I was 12yo and my Dad told my Mom to make sure I would remember this day for a long time, believe me I NEVER forgot!
I went to the famous bush where most of the switches came from. Looked at the branches and found the one that was going to fuck me up for the rest of my life. I stripped the leaves off and went inside where my Mom waited.
Hands on the wall and my pants down as SOP. My Mom was saying something but I blocked her voice out entirely. I did hear her say I was going to get "one" for each window that me and my friend had broken. Sixteen was my lucky number for this punishment.
The first eight or ten had me in tears for sure, there was no sense begging my Mom to let me slide on a couple, that wasn't going to happen. Dad wasn't there but it didn't matter, she wasn't going to lie to him when he asked if I got all Sixteen.
By the time she got to Twelve something "weird" came over me. The tears had stopped and now suddenly it became a challenge. At Fourteen I screamed out a foul word, shit, fuck? and that was automatic if getting Two extra for bad language.
By Sixteen it was all I could do not to tell my Mom to go to hell and maybe worse. The last Two struck me and I barely felt them at all. Once again my Mom was saying something but I didn't hear a word. When she walked away I stood there with my pants down and looked down at my young cock that was sticking straight out now.
I could barely pull my underwear over my hard cock and my ass that felt like it was on fire by now. Walking upstairs to my bedroom was agony, my underwear just irritated my behind with each step I went up.
I took my pants and underwear off when I got to my bedroom, standing there with only my shirt on as my young cock stood at attention for reasons I didn't understand. I laid on the bed, of course I was face down for sure and eventually I dozed off while the skin on my behind just throbbed it seemed.
There would be a few more of these times, mostly curfew infractions and things like that. Now every beating I got my dick would get hard. Once I even masturbated while the pain of my behind throbbed as much as my dick. Once in defiance, I turned around and let my Mom see my little hard dick. Her jaw dropped and she threw the switch down and walked out of the house.
Three years later my parents divorced and I could have cared less. I had to go live with my Mom and I never got a beating after that, maybe she thought me being 15yo was too old to put a switch to me anymore? By then I would have taken the punishment willingly, but she didn't know that.
The damaged had been done to me by then anyway. As I grew up and older the mistakes I made in my life were mine to deal with. Sometimes I would lay in bed next to my girlfriend and think about my Mom punishing me, my cock would be hard and I would slip out of bed and go jerk off in the bathroom while she slept. My favorite punishment was the one for the broken windows.
I eventually got married and had kids. Like my father I let my wife do the dirty work, but by then "Time Outs" and doing without TV in their rooms was the harshest punishment dished out in our home, I was okay with that.
But I was scarred and when my wife took the kids to her Mom's for a few days here and there I would get on the computer and watch internet Porn. Watching two people fucking gave me no thrill at all, it didn't matter how hot the women looked. I found the bdsm porn site and jerked off watching Men cower to their various Mistresses while they were whipped or flogged.
I had to go out of town for business which I hated each time I went. The only positive it would give me more time to watch my bdsm porn after I got back to the hotel room. I decided to go get something to eat and that's when I ran into a hooker as I was walking back to my hotel room. She made the offer and I told her she didn't have what I wanted as I kept on walking to my hotel.
I could hear her high heels running behind me and she caught up several steps later. She was breathing a bit hard when she asks me what was my kink? Just like that I suddenly stopped and looked at her. I was married, father of two kids, and I just came out with it. I thought she would laugh and just go on her way.
She looks me up and down and says something like a big boy like you wants to be punished? I only nod my head without any expression. She says $300 and I say $200? I tell her she doesn't have to take her clothes off or put out. We stare at each other and she says "deal." We turn and walk towards a seedy motel about a block down the street.
We get to the hotel room and she tells me I got to keep it quiet, sometimes the cops will show up if things get too loud. I agree and watch her open a bag she had put on the bed before we arrived. She laughed about being prepared for anything with us Johns. I only smiled as I began to remove my clothes. I had to tell her to stay on my behind, she said she already saw my wedding ring, wasn't much else to say.
Just before things got started she brought me a small hand towel that had been folded neatly and said maybe that would help. I took the towel and placed it in my mouth and then placed my hands on the wall. She told me to stick my ass out and when I did the crack filled my ears and pain exploded through my body. I grunted loudly, no denying it hurt like hell.
I could tell she was using a belt, it didn't matter what the hooker used on me because it
felt painfully wonderful. I bit into that hand towel hard as she gave me everything I wanted and more. Sometimes she would come and whisper into my ear on what a pussy I was for wanting to be beaten, it only made my cock harder when she did.
The hour flew by and she was all business about it, giving me a chance to pay more for an extended period of time. I had enough I knew and she went to the bathroom area and checked her overly done makeup as I tried to get dressed. She turned and said with a smile "that's going to hurt for a while you know." I gave her the $200 and she hugged me and told me to come back anytime, I got her number before I left her hotel room.
That was a few years ago and I have been back to see her several times on my business trips, it's not enough since I only go two times a year. I want to find someone local that can give me what I want more often.
