6 comments/ 119794 views/ 11 favorites Spanked By: alteredego524 I got home from school at the normal time, to find my dad home already. It was a bit of a shock, because he never came home early. I dropped my backpack at the door, and took off my shoes and socks. When I stood up, he asked me to follow him to his room. "Do you remember our deal?" I had no idea what he was talking about. "I got your report card today..." Suddenly the 'conversation' came back to me. A lot of yelling, and the threat that if I didn't pull up my English grades, I'd be spanked! He couldn't really be serious about it. I wasn't six years old anymore. "Please, close the door and come here." He was standing at the foot of his bed, with a leather belt in his hand. I closed the door, and suddenly noticed the surreal, pseudo-erotic feeling in the room. Everything had a pink hue to it, from light coming through the window shades, and onto the flowery bedspread, my mother's decorating. The room was warm, almost stuffy, from the sun in the windows. With the door closed, it was like we were disconnected from reality, alone together in the universe. I stammered some excuses, why it wasn't my fault. All he said was to come over to the edge of the bed. I finally built up the courage to turn him down flat. "No way, This is bullshit!" He started walking toward me, reminding me that I agreed to this, it was my choice, and now I had to deal with the consequences... I started to step away, foolishly away from the closed door. He now stood between me and the only way back to the normal world. I couldn't get spanked in the normal world. We stood, facing each other, waiting to see what the other would do. I was again distracted by the bizarre erotic vibe in the room. He had the belt, ready to spank, and punish my bottom. And this is where he slept with my mom. This is where she pleasured him, sexually. I wondered if he ever spanked her. I started to think about it..... Too late. He made a move for me, and I was distracted. He caught the collar of my shirt, and dragged me over the high foot board of his bed. It was just below waist hight, so I lost my footing, and fell, bent over on the end of his bed. I saw his arm, reaching back for his first strike... "Wait!" I shouted. My heart was pounding. I wasn't sure what I was doing. I also wasn't sure why he stopped, But knew I only had a moment before he stared again. "If I can't get out of it," I stood up, and guided him to a seat on the bed, "Do it to me like this..." I took the belt from his hand. He wasn't sure what I was doing, but wasn't sure if he should do anything about it. He must have been confused as I peeled off my T shirt, with the stretched out collar. But when I slid my jeans, and briefs to the floor, he must have been shocked. My half-erect tool bounced around in front of him as my clothes came off, and as I laid across my father's lap. I was as bare as the day I was born, with my bottom up turned. "It's more... personal... More intimate this way." I reached an arm behind me... "Dad, twist my arm up... To keep me from squirming." He cautiously grasped my wrist and held it tight. "Are you going to squirm a lot?" His voice was little more than a whisper. He wasn't as sure as he was just a moment ago. "I might. Depends on how hard you hit me." Thinking about him for a moment, "I guess I will..." I was whispering too. I took a deep breath, and said "Ok Dad. I'm ready for you." I lay there, naked, waiting to see if he would do it. It seemed like forever. I was terrified he wouldn't do it like this. What would I do? I don't think I could live after that. I had gone way too far. I ran through all the thoughts I had, until all that was left was "Please, please, please..." I started mouthing the words, then whispering as softly as possible. "Please... Please... Please..." The sharp sting on my bare bottom caused my whole body to stiffen. The force of it rocked me back and forth on his lap. He had given me my first slap. It was broad, but sharply painful, and intense. The relief of getting it, the humiliation of getting spanked, my submission to him.... It was so surreal. The second one came right after the first. He held nothing back. He braced his legs better this time, so my tender skin absorbed more of the shock. It was excruciating, and wonderful. I was getting my spanking from my father. I started crying, and thanking him through my whimpers and tears. I lost count of the hits. I was too busy feeling it. I squirmed the best I could with my wrist behind my back. I ground my erection into his leg with all I had. I wondered if he felt it. Slowly, he slowed his pace. His hand must have been getting swore. I was on fire. He covered the backs of my thighs, and the round of my bottom with a bright red rash. It was like an awful sunburn, only it meant more. After each swat, he stared caressing the area. It was like he was inspecting his work. After one, almost soft hit, his fingertip rested between my cheeks, on my anus. I felt the slight press in, and the sudden withdrawal. Then again, his hand came down in a different place, but his fingertips landed between my cheeks again. He must have moved his hand, trying to touch me there again. After the third time he touched me there, I had to do something. I had never done anything back there before. Not even to my self. I hadn't even thought of it. But now that he had started it, I needed to feel it. I spit into my free hand, and when his fingers landed there again, I rubbed the spit against my hole, and his finger. Pulling his middle finger free of the others, I pushed the tip of it into my puckered hole. He took the queue, and started working it in. It was hard at first, but as he worked, I relaxed, and he slid it all the way in. The sensation was so bizarre. It was a "full" feeling, but I enjoyed it, maybe because I knew who it was. I felt him flicking it back and forth inside of me, like was touching a woman. He pulled it almost out, and slid it deeply back in, over and over again. I moaned with each twitch of his thick finger. I was rubbing my member against the side of his leg and felt his on my hip, as he penetrated my back end. I was so close to coming. But I needed something more. I gasped when he pressed a second finger into me, and when he wiggled two of his thick fingers in my bowels, I clenched my anus, and shot my fluid all over his lap. He pulled his fingers out, and released my arm. "I think you've learned your lesson..." he mumbled in an akward voice. It was all he could think of to say. "Almost" I replied, as I slid off his lap, and onto my knees in front of him. With one hand I opened his fly, and with the other, I pushed him onto his back. Reaching into his pants, I pulled out his swollen member. A couple of good strokes and it was rock hard. I popped the hot flesh into my mouth, and begin to suck. He didn't fight it. He placed a hand on the back of my head, to guide me. He wanted me to please him, almost as much as I did. I looked up at him, getting the most forbidden pleasure. I imagined my mother doing the same thing for him, and other things. I could almost picture her, straddling his head, with a mouth full of her, as he lie on his back.... I worked furiously, trying to get him to come too. As my head bobbed, I could feel my bright red bottom tingling. I couldn't take his whole length in my mouth, so I worked on his head. I also reached into his pants and gently squeezed his scrotum. With that, he started moaning "I'm gonna come.... I'm gonna come..." And with another squeeze, I tasted the first drops of it... He pulled down on my head hard, gaging me on his tool, as his whole body clenched, and shot a hot load of it into my throat. I gaged, coughed and gulped desperately. I wanted to prove I could take it all. I couldn't. His member spurted over and over again. Warm come dripped from my mouth, to my chin and chest, and even some back on him. I still swallowed as much as I could. When he was finally empty, my dad collapsed back to the bed. He was breathing heavily, worn out from the act. I got up, and picked up my clothes. I walked toward the door. As I placed my hand on the knob, I heard him say, "Your mother doesn't need to know about this. Maybe we should keep this between us." "Sure... But what will you do to me if I do something worse?" With a devilish smile, and before he could answer, I opened the door. He watched my bare, and bright pink bottom return to the real world... until next time. Spanked I sat on her because I'd had enough. For over ten years she'd been the bee in my bonnet and I'd told her time and again that one day I'd have enough of her sarcasm, barbs, snide remarks, cuts and jabs and if it continued I'd turn her over my knee. She was a friend of an old girl friend. The girl friend and I had broken up within weeks of starting to go together but in that time I'd met a circle of the gal's female friends and she was one. After the breakup I still saw most of the gals around town or at parties and I'd even asked out a few. After all this time several had married or moved away but there were still about half a dozen left. Of those six two are divorced and are now free again. Three of them and I are closer than the others and she's one of that three. She's cute in a way but really a snip. She must've had twenty different boy friends in the years but has never gotten close to marriage. She seems to revel in embarrassing people most often and especially me. We've never dated. I'm a serious type. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy fun it only means that I take life a bit more seriously... and relationships too. Even when I first met her she'd loved to embarrass me and tear me down. She's the kind that runs from place to place and barges in unannounced and thinks nothing of it. She's barged into my place at different times when I was 'with' a gal. Fortunately there was always a sheet or blanket, but it didn't bother her. She'd sit down and start talking as if no one else was there. Some of the gals had become frustrated because although I'd told her off and even threatened her with the beating of her butt I'd never done anything and she'd stay and return. I've been embarrassed by her in stores, movies, at dances and parties, while getting a traffic ticket and in front of family and friends. I take a lot and can take a lot. I consider the source on occasion and long ago ruled out any reticence or hate on her part. She's just always been a bit malevolent toward me. This time I'd told her I wouldn't embarrass her in public at the moment but that the next time she came over I would deliver the spanking. That was last night and she'd had a glass of wine but wasn't drunk or feeling tipsy and she understood everything I'd said and continued taunting all evening. If anything her sarcasm had gotten worse. So when she came in again this afternoon without knocking, I got up quietly and walked to the door she'd just appeared through. Quietly I closed it, locked it and turned to glare at her. I think she knew it was coming but only half believed it or perhaps believed she could talk her way out of it. I was determined to spank her even if I got arrested afterward. She was backing to a wall while I walked toward her. I didn't say a word as she bumped the wall. I smiled sardonically and took her hand and pulled her to the center of the room. She tried fighting but I'm significantly larger and physically far stronger. I'd been headed for the couch but now I forced her to the floor and she rolled onto her back and struck at me. Her head was at my feet and so I kneeled and trapped one struggling arm and then the other under my shins. While clamping her I was careful not to apply my weight to her skinny arms. She was small enough that my weight could have easily bruised her flesh or broken something. She wore conventional jeans at times but could easily wear all styles and tonight she was wearing low-cut hip-huggers. Her tee-shirt had come up in the struggle and was above her navel as I decided how to handle the situation. I was going to make it sting. Make it sting the way her Dad should have possibly done years earlier. My first effort had to bare her bottom and so I moved my hands to the top button. My fingers touched her bare tummy just as she tried to bite me. My jeans are tight too and she couldn't get a purchase with just lips and teeth and her teeth just slid along the cloth without hurting. However I noticed something I hadn't before. Touching her bare tummy had aroused me and my cock was growing as stiff as a broom handle. She couldn't see or feel it the way I was sitting but I sure could. With the top button undone I reached for the tag on her zipper, but paused. I put my hand flat on her tummy and was thrilled at how good she felt. Maybe it was just me being horny but I felt drawn. My hand slid down her tummy, under the jeans and she stopped struggling. She was shaved and wet. She was wetter than I'd seen a gal before, almost dripping. I wondered and slid my hand further until I could feel her nude lips and I squeezed with the palm of my hand. I heard her ask "What...?" and she fell silent again but this time she seemed to be squirming from the waist down. I ran my hand further and felt her lips parting and then the jeans were so tight the pressure had forced my fingers inside. I heard groaning behind me now and I explored by running my fingers further inside and then back. My hand was drenched and now I had an urgent need to learn more. Without retracting my fingers I used my other hand to slide the zipper open. Now I could see the wetness and the start of her swollen lips. I had been drawn downward and my face was at that split in the jeans. I inhaled a fresh and delicious scent and then extended my tongue and tasted her. She was sweeter on the palate than any woman I'd dated and I felt her trying to raise her hips against my tongue as I tasted. I paused and decided that I wanted more. I withdrew my fingers and grabbed the sides of the jeans and pushed them down and I noticed that her screaming and fighting me had started again. I ignored her and focused on removing the jeans. As she struggled the movement of her hips helped and soon they were down almost to her knees. I paused, sat back and stared. I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted. She was still there, sweet and warm. I caressed her tummy with my fingers and watched the gooseflesh forming there. I placed my hands between her thighs, cupped her thighs and raised them. She paused as I leaned forward once more and I tasted again and then her knees were raised and her thighs closed warmly around my face. Her feet were flat on the floor as she strained her hips upward toward me. With my face clamped firmly her knees swayed back and forth and she dragged me as I worked. Suddenly I remembered what I had been intending to do. I sat back straight and then she started struggling again. I grabbed her wrist as I stood and then headed for the chair. I pulled her up and she tried pulling her jeans up with one hand and resisting me. When I got to the chair I put her ass over my knee and spanked hard and firm against one cheek. My hand stung and she yelped and settled. I spanked her on the other cheek a bit softer to favor the sting left in my palm and this time she didn't holler but seemed to squirm with her pussy against my knee. Another spank and the squirming was obvious and my knee was wet through and her scent was fresh and delicious. Another spank and I was drawn again to lean forward and kiss her hot red flesh. I laid my cheek against it and then I softly asked if she would behave now. She struggled and cursed me... and I spanked her again several times in a row. She was groaning when I'd finished and I decided I wouldn't spank her again. But then I noticed that she'd managed to work one hand under and had clamped onto my hard-on. All this and I hadn't noticed. Now she squeezed and sat up before sliding to the floor without releasing me. She whispered a breathless question about how turned on I was and she fumbled with the front of my jeans. Exasperated at not being able to open them she demanded loudly that I open them. She was a little agitated and so I did and she reached in and yanked me out. She had to yank because I was curled and trapped inside. Her action was rough but welcome. She looked at me and held it and then I heard her whisper "I thought so..." as she leaned down and began her own oral. Her hands, her mouth, her tongue were alive and I'd never felt anything so good... never received anything this needed. She whispered that the spanking and our oral were all good... but she needed more right now as she reached around and kicked off her shoes and then withdrew one long shapely leg from her jeans. Next she stood, raised that leg and straddled me. Slowly she began a tease that I didn't mind as she lowered herself onto me. I felt her expanding caress as she slid firm and warmly around me and then began a sensuous slide that I wanted never to end. Her hands were on my shoulders and her head tipped back as she rode and satisfied me. Her head would whip side-to-side and her mouth would open and moan. Her hips and pussy fit me perfectly and tightly and I had to change my pants after. I was thoroughly drenched and smelling of woman's natural scent that had been sweetened by years of desire. After one particularly deep felt of her orgasm's she asked me to lean back. I did as she asked and she used the moment to swing a leg over me without ever exiting. I found her lying sideways across my lap still deeply embedded. Her bottom was still shapely and red from my earlier effort and facing me, but now I felt the urge to do it again. With one hand I grabbed a handful of her hair, pushed her head down and then brought my other hand down hard. She moaned and almost as part of the swing she drove deeply onto me. I felt muscles tighten and she began a slow hump as I swung again and again. Finally she screamed and hollered at out how good and perfect this was and how deeply she needed it. In moments we received the ultimate pleasure together. She's still a pain... my pain. I spank her now on an irregular schedule but she always needs it and I know what I've been missing for all those years. Spanked We chatted online fairly regularly but had only been able to get together once for the hot sex we both wanted and it had been everything we both hoped it would. In a previous chat, as usual, our talk had gone from mildly suggestive to blatantly sexual. We'd been going on about what we'd done the first time we were together and how much we enjoyed touching and pleasing each other, which inevitably led to what we wanted to do next time. There were quite a few things that only one of us had ever done and a few that neither of us had done. One thing I'd mentioned to her that that I'd never done was go down on a woman after I'd filled her with my cum and she said she'd never experienced that either. I described to her what it could be like having sex on the couch with a porn flick running until I came and then licking and sucking on her cum filled pussy until I had enough of my own cum in my mouth to kiss her and share it. As her tongue snaked the cum from my mouth, I'd be fingering her slick pussy with my fingers. As usual, she said I was bad for teasing her that way but for some reason, this time I asked her what she was going to do about it and she quickly replied that she just might spank me. Now I've never been spanked sexually, nor have I spanked anyone and I really hadn't thought of it before but as soon as I read her response on the screen, I could feel myself getting even harder than I had been. I told her that the thought had really aroused me and I might just be willing to try it. I asked her if she liked the thought of me lying across her lap with my erection between her legs so she could spank me but she said she'd likely end up jerking me off on her chest so we could both clean it up. Even though she really hadn't answered my question, I had the feeling that she was interested too. The thought stayed with me that night as I stroked myself in bed until I came and the next day I went onto my favourite erotic story site – Literotica – to see what they had for spanking stories. Most of them were too strong for my taste but a few were very appealing - and arousing! From there I went online and downloaded a few spanking video clips but none of them had the kind of erotic spanking in them that I was looking for. As our online conversations continued, so did our teasing and several times spanking was mentioned but neither of us came right out and said we wanted to try it. It was almost 2 weeks later that we were able to both have a day off at the same time and planned to get together. Seeing as it was only our second time together, even though it was only mid morning we both wanted a drink to calm our nerves. I was slowly rubbing her leg and thigh as we sipped our drinks, sharing ever hotter kisses in between sips. After a few minutes of this she accused me of just teasing her again to which I replied, "ya, ya, what are you going to do, spank me?" I was expecting her to laugh it off, but instead she said that she said I deserved it for all the teasing I'd done there and online. I was already a little hard just from the kissing but when she said that I quickly hardened the rest of the way. I still wasn't 100% sure she was serious, so I thought I'd see where she'd go with it and admitted I'd been bad by teasing her and was she going to take me across her lap. By now I could see the look of excitement on her face as well and I knew that soon I was going to actually find out what it was like to be spanked. She said she thought I'd be too heavy on her lap so we finally decided I'd kneel on the couch with my chest on the padded arm and my head over the end. The pre-cum was already leaking from the end of my shaft as I pulled my shorts down and assumed the position on the couch. Because my head was down over the arm of the couch, I couldn't see what she was doing and was braced for the first smack of her hand. Instead she started by gently caressing my ass with the right hand and reaching between my legs to fondle my hard on with the left one. Just as I was enjoying the feeling of her hands stroking me, her right hand lifted and came down on my ass with a loud smack. It surprised me more than it hurt, but the sting was certainly there as well. For the next few minutes, the swats kept coming – slower, faster, harder or softer, sometimes on the same cheek, sometimes moving from side to side. Between swats, her hand would rub my quickly heating ass, as her left hand continued slowly stroking my shaft creating a connection between the mild pain of the spanking and the pleasure of her touch. At one point, her left hand left my shaft and just as I was wondering what she was doing; I felt a warm, slick finger of her left hand trace its way down my crack and start gently probing my asshole - she'd obviously noticed the lube I'd brought out ahead of time in case we needed it. The swats on my ass cheeks continued as her finger worked its way inside me, until I was relaxed enough to accept 2 well lubed fingers in my ass. Seeing as both her hands were busy, I reached back to stroke myself until the combination of her fingers in my ass, her hand stroking then slapping my cheeks and my hand stroking my shaft brought me to the point of cumming. As soon as I told her I was going to cum, she stopped spanking me, guided me into a sitting position and took my entire shaft into her mouth. Pulse after pulse of cum erupted from me into her mouth in what had to be one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Surprisingly, I stayed hard so I got up and led her to the bedroom so we could continue our pleasure there. As we walked down the hall, her hand cupped my hot ass cheek and she said with a lusty look, "If I tease you online, can I expect the same treatment next time?" "Definitely!" I replied as I started undressing her, "definitely!" Spanked and Buttfucked Asian Male I'm an Asian male, with slim and very smooth naturally hairless body, and average height. The story happened when I was in my twenties. I hope you enjoy reading it... Ever since a teenager I've always had a very strong, repressed desire to get fucked by another man. I think one reason is because my body is quite slender, and extremely smooth devoid of any body hair. My skin is creamy white and silky smooth to the touch which makes me look feminine in a sense and makes me feel inferior to a REAL MAN. Therefore I've always had this shameful craving to be "put into my place" by a bigger, stronger, more virile man, especially a masculine Caucasian male. I feel that I deserve to be forced into the female role during sexual intercourse with another man, to have my sissy body violated by a big manly cock. In other words, I feel that I need to be butt-fucked by a superior man as the fuckee and endure forced anal penetration. But since I was brought up to believe that such dark desire is very shameful and taboo, therefore I also feel that I need to be severely punished for wanting such lewd act performed upon myself. And so I have a strong need to be very soundly spanked, bare-assed, over the knee of my fucker prior to my forced sodomy. Well, after years of repression, I've finally lost the battle to contain my desires and submitted to another man sexually a few weeks ago. I originally got in touch with him through a newsgroup ad of his. He told me to call him Sir or Master Jim. He's also based in Dallas. After a few email exchanged we set up a time for me to visit his location. I was extremely nervous knowing what I had gotten myself into but somehow mustered up the courage to meet him and go through with whatever was in store for me. Master Jim is a very tall, masculine Texan guy. Rugged looking, all man. I felt very inferior standing in front of him, just like the naughty sissy boy that I am - about to be soundly punished for various misdeeds. I had to admitted to Master Jim that I've been very naughty jerking off to porno magazines and wasting money on spanking videos from adult bookstores. Very sternly, he told me that he's gonna blister my naughty Chinese ass for that and ordered me to strip naked. It was extremely embarrassing for me to have to take off all my clothes, including shoes and underwear, in front of a fully-clothed stranger. I felt weak, vulnerable, standing buck-naked in front of a man who's about to punish me like a naughty child. I was pulled face-down across his strong lap. Since I had told him in earlier emails that I desire to feel utterly helpless during my punishment, he twisted my arms behind my back and hand-cuffed my wrist together and pinned them against the small of my back effortlessly with his left hand. He started out my punishment with a bare-hand spanking. But with his large palm and superior strength it didn't take long for me to start squirming over his lap in pain. He lectured me on what a naughty Asian boy I had been and how I needed to have my rounded rear-end soundly spanked to teach me a firm lesson. I alternated between "yes sir", "I'm sorry", and "not too hard please" with each SLAP of his strong hand. Inside I felt unspeakably humiliated to be actually spanked, totally-naked, like that by another man. I knew he was staring at my feminine-looking, rapidly reddening buttocks. He finished off my punishment with a ten-minute steady, methodical paddling with a large wooden paddle which set my naughty oriental buns on fire. Here, all my darkest, repressed fantasies had finally come true and yet I was in utter agony with each resounding SMACK of that unrelenting paddle against my blistered ass-cheeks. I could feel my buttocks temporarily flattened with each stinging impact then bounced back to their original roundedness with a fresh jolt of pain. I squealed like the little sissy that I was throughout the entire paddling. When it was over Master Jim kept me over his lap while he fondled my well-reddened ass-cheeks soothingly. His rough palms also roamed freely all over the silky-smooth skin of my soft upper-thighs, my bare arms and shoulders. I was whimpering and squirming over his lap but it also felt incredibly arousing to be man-handled like that - allowing another man to fondle my defenseless body for his erotic pleasure... After a little while I could feel him spreading my inflamed ass-cheeks open, exposing my most secret opening. I knew he was gazing at my puckered asshole with lust. My master picked up a tube of K-Y jelly nearby and I knew what was coming. Oh no, I'm getting prepared for anal penetration, something which I'd never experienced before. Then I felt a greased fingertip touching and probing at my anal opening. Before long it slid inside my tensed rectal passage. It was a weird feeling having someone's thick middle finger inserted inside my virgin asshole. Master Jim was carefully lubricating my inner-wall as well as loosening up my tight sphincter muscle. He gradually worked a couple more fingers inside me. To my horror I suddenly realized that my sissy Asian penis had stiffened up underneath my belly. I couldn't believe how turned on I was while subjecting to such degrading ministration. I had never before let another man touch me so intimately before -- to caress my freshly-spanked buttocks and freely exploring my anal-pussy. When my disciplinarian felt that I was ready for my final punishment, he lifted my off his lap and led me to an empty table. He un-cuffed my slim wrists behind my back, then ordered me to bend face-down over the table and steady myself. I bent forward at my slender waist and reached my arms out to grab the opposite edge of the table tightly. Somehow I knew that it was going to be a rough ride... Master Jim positioned himself directly behind my shivering body. I looked over my shoulder and saw him putting on a condom on his MONSTER cock. It look much larger than what could possibly fitted inside my extra-tight hole. I was horrified of what I had gotten myself into, but I also knew that it's too late for me to have second thought now. I'd just have to brace myself and endure the un-welcomed intrusion. I felt my sore ass-cheeks spread open yet again, and then Master Jim's well-lubed meat-pole pointed right at my rear entrance. As his strong lower body pressed forward pressure on my twitching anus increased rapidly. Suddenly it felt like my butt-hole was split open in half as his enormous dickhead popped inside my previously untouched anal passage. Just like that I was opened -- opened and entered. I screamed out in agony. I was unprepared for such intense pain. He paused only for a short moment before his rock-hard fuck-tool continued his upward journey. "OHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO it's too big! please stop!" There was no turning back however. As we had previously agreed in email exchanges we both knew that I needed to go through with my forced sodomy no matter what. Even such unbearable pain could not stop my deep craving for this ultimate sexual submission. Master held my hips tightly to steady my jerking body as he continued to slide inside virgin territory relentlessly. Finally I felt his lower body pressing against my upturned behind, and his hairy, muscular legs touching the back of my smooth upper thighs. I realized that my anal penetration was now complete. I had been fully IMPALED on another man's humongous cock. I was overcome by a flood of never-before experienced sensations. I felt incredibly FULL back there, like I had never been so stuffed like this before in my life. My tortured rectal muscles was wrapped super-tight around his throbbing man dick while trying desperately to close around it. He kept his steel shaft completely buried inside my body to let me get used to it. We remained motionless like that for a few minutes as my rectum slowly learned to accept this masculine intruder. Not that I had any choice in this matter. Master Jim started pulling his red-hot dick slowing out of my wide-stretched asshole. When he was nearly out with just his mushroom head remaining he started pushing again, accompanied by a fresh round of yelps and groans and heart-felt pleading to "take it out pleaseeeee". This gradually built up to a steady in-and-out fuck rhythm. Master Jim also grunted in carnal satisfaction and made various derogatory remarks as he forcibly butt-fucked me. "You're SOOO tight, you sissy whore!" "I just LOVE fucking you sissy asians!" Gradually over the course of our forced sexual coupling, my rear-passage involuntarily adjusted to this new, alien sensation of being fucked by an over-sized male sexual organ. "How does it feel to have a man cock up your tight oriental asshole, Bitch?!" "It feels very, very FULL, sir! Ooooohhhhhhhhhh..." For the second time that day I was shocked to suddenly found out that I had began moaning in heat while getting sodomized by a man. It almost sounded like I was enjoying this! This mixed sensation of pain and pleasure was very confusing to me. Yet my little Asian penis was again stiffened under my white master's unyielding pistoning motion. This continued for what seemed like a very long time. My masculine butt-fucker was tirelessly sliding in-and-out of my tight ass-pussy with increasing vigor. I lied exhausted over the table yet felt strangely fulfilled. Finally I could feel him starting to cum as he held my smooth hips tightly against his body, skewering my asshole on his fully buried cock. Then I felt some spasms and expansion of his exploding rod. It jerked several times rapidly before finally subsiding. Now my humiliation was complete. I had been fucked by a man. I lost my anal virginity to a strong, virile, superior Caucasian male. This shameful memory will stay with me for the rest of my life. From now on I can never regain any masculinity with the knowledge that my sissy body had been used as a fuckee for another man's sexual release. After Master Jim pulled out of my abused anus he ordered me to turn around and jerk off in front of him. I felt furthered humiliated as I could see that in comparison, my little sissy dickie was much smaller than his manly 9 inch cock which was still erect. I wrapped my right hand around my stiffie and jerk off vigorously while twitching my freshly-sodomized buttocks and rubbing my silky-smooth inner thighs together to increase the erotic sensation. I came in seconds. Since that day I have often masturbated while replaying this event in my head. Scenes of this humiliating experience seemed to have been burned into my memory. I like to masturbate while lying face-down over my bed with a fluffy pillow stuffed underneath my belly to raise up my naughty buns. I would slowly caress my bare thighs and ass-cheeks as I ground my stiff penis into the soft pillow below until I cum. I know that one day I'd again lose my self-control and seek out another session of anal-intercourse with a real man, with me on the receiving end. It's only a matter of time. Perhaps I'd ask him to fuck me in this position, with me lying face-down on the bed like during my masturbation... Spanked & Wanked Eccentric mature Aunt Having just completed my degree I now had a 1 year work placement with an electronics company in Bristol before finishing my M. A. Living in North Wales meant we where about 3 hours away from my new post and I needed to find somewhere to live and not knowing Bristol I wasn't sure where to start. I went online and checked out the flats for rent but the price was very restrictive and I did not want to spend all my meagre salary on rent. After a few days of trawling the rental sites I was starting to think going to a big city was maybe a mistake. Then my mother came to the rescue telling me her best friend in school and I had always known her as Aunt Carol, now lived in Bristol and maybe she would ask around for me and she said I will give her a call its about time we spoke its been a few years. I left that with her and didn't really give it much of a chance, but 2 days later she rang my mother back and told her she had a solution to our problem, although my mum did point out that Aunt Carol could be a little eccentric so not to be surprised if her behaviour was a bit odd at times. She lived on her own after the death of her husband about 2 years ago and at 55 years old she was not looking for a new partner so she said she would be more than happy to have me stay with her at a very nominal rent and I could help her out with the odd job around the house and garden. We arranged for me to go down in 2 weeks so I got a friend to drive me down with all my bits and pieces and settled in over the weekend. I had met Aunt Carol before but about 5 years ago but was still a little surprised to see how attractive she was for a lady of 55 plus and I couldn't help thinking what did my mum mean by a bit eccentric. After a few days we where sat down in the kitchen having a snack when she said I need to talk to you about us sharing the house. She said she didn't want to impose any rules on me but needed to make me aware that she had habits that might seem a touch bizarre all I could do was gulp and wait for the next bit. She told me that she liked to be comfortable in her own home and when it was warm enough she did not wear a lot of clothing and enjoyed walking around in her underwear and although a bit bizarre not a lot different to wearing a swimsuit or bikini at the beach. I was a bit shocked and although I was 21 I had been a used to it in Uni it was with girls my own age. I told her that was fine it's her house and I would adapt to whatever she wished, she replied that the same went for me and feel free to wear as little as I was happy with as long as I remained decent. The only other rule was that she cherished her own space and did not like it invaded. The next few weeks went without event other than I got to see how Shapely she really was even at her age she had a great pair of tits nicely sized not small and not too large and an ass to die for, I found it hard not to stare sometimes and hard in my briefs as well but I had to be careful as my erection showed if I only wore briefs especially when we sat watching TV. I was conscious of it a few times but on one occasion she just said don't be embarrassed its natural and you can look if you want to I take it as a compliment at my age. All went well until I got nosy and decided to take a look around her bedroom while she was out shopping, I searched the wardrobe and found nothing unusual and finally looked through her bedside drawer unit in the bottom draw bingo there was a very large vibrator about 10 inches long and very fat I remember thinking how does she take that width and underneath some photos, very explicit of Aunt Carol and another couple and she obviously was not averse to other women but her tits looked superb the other lady was a bit on the plump side but again she had a very large pair . My cock was now so hard it hurt and as I was only wearing boxers I took hold and slowly pumped it sliding my hand the full length of my full 7 inches. I was now so close I thought I better make my way to the bathroom as I stood cock in hand Carol walked into the bedroom at which moment I could not hold back and my cum went everywhere. Carol calmly said you had to invade my privacy, maybe I am partly to blame walking around in my underwear but this can't go on so you have till the end of the month to find new accommodation and you can explain to your mother why you are going and she walked out of the room. I was too shocked to speak and just went over to the bathroom to clean my mess up sick to my stomach. What a wanker (literally). I got dressed and went to face the music, Aunt Carol was in the kitchen and I could see she had a tear in her eye I felt gutted. I apologised and told Aunt Carol that I would do anything to put this right and accept any punishment she felt appropriate if she would reconsider and let me stay promising that it would never happen again. She gave me a pensive look and then after a pause said she would think about it and give me an answer when we sat down for dinner at 7. That turned out to be the longest 2 hours ever, as we sat down Aunt Carol did not seem quite as angry with me and just eat without a word, I thought better of grovelling and sat in silence. After the meal she finally spoke and told me that I had 2 options 1 find new digs or 2 I would have to accept her new regime , which would be a mix of punishment and embracement to make up for the pain I had caused her and to keep me in line and not end up getting one of the girls I work with pregnant, but I don't want an answer yet because you haven't heard it all yet and it will become clear why I don't need a yes or no. The regime would involve me knocking on her bedroom door every work night at 10.00 pm that is Sunday through Thursday, Friday and Saturday I had to myself. She then said "When I let you in I will put over my knee for a hand spanking, to start, oh buy the way you will be completely naked at the door. If you are late the spanking will be followed by 6 strokes with my leather strap on your bare bottom. And an extra 6 for any other infringement of the rules such as masturbating or going into my space without permission you will then go into the bathroom and shower and I will help wash you and check you are properly clean everywhere. I will finally milk you before you go to bed. I think you will find a touch of pain a little embarrassment and a little pleasure. I don't want an answer now, if you are at my door at 10 I will know you agree to my rules if not then I will assume you have decided to leave at the end of the month. You had better go to your room as you have a lot to think about" I sat on my bed absolutely stunned I was excited scared confused and my cock was rock hard. I had already decided I had to stay and though how bad can a spanking be but best keep clear of the strap. At 9:50 I was shaking as I removed all my clothes and minutes later made my way to Aunt Carols bedroom and knocked on the door at exactly 10 o clock. She let me in and had me stand in the middle of the room as I tried to hide my raging hard on with my hands but she just said " move you hands no point being shy I will be wanking your cock shortly", I think I grew another inch. She then sat down on the chair in the centre of the room and pulled me over her knees and proceeded to slap my bottom it stung but she told me she would go easy on me as this was my first spanking it lasted about 5 mins but my cheeks where stinging never the less. Right into the shower I was told I got up and walked into the en suite and ran the shower, which was over the bath. I was washing my hair when I felt her hands on my legs washing higher and higher up my legs until she was washing my balls and the she grasped my very stiff cock and said" you are not such a little boy are you as she slowly wanked me pulling my foreskin back and forth I did not last long and spurted all over her hand and arm she then dried me of and sent me to bed saying at no time was I to play with myself as that would earn me 6 with the strap and if I got too hard to come and tell her and she would sort it.