Bent4Paddle

A fantasy but it would be exciting if it could cum true.

I?m a sissy sub to my beautiful bisexual Domme. Over the course of a year she has taught me to be a ravenous pussy eater and connoisseur of her juices and of those of her frequent male lovers. She often introduces me to her boyfriends by letting me clean her sticky panties after her dates. But she is most proud of how she has trained my tongue to please her pussy. She is quite demanding and my bare bottom took many hard lessons taught by her heavy hairbrushes and wooden paddles before she deemed my oral skills to be exceptional. She was very proud of me and often bragged about my tonging technique to her dominate girlfriends. Occasionally she would tease me and suggest that she wished her friends could experience my expertise at pussy licking. And then one Friday morning after I had licked her to three enormous juicy orgasms she announced that she had invited six of her friends for a party that evening and that my skills would be put to test! She had me dress in a sexy outfit consisting of a white pegnoir and panties that showed off my tiny steel clitty cage. Her guests began arriving about 7pm, each of them in in short skirts and panties as requested. I served drinks and snacks while the girls relaxed and chatted. My pantied bottom, sissy eggs and clitty cage got much attention. Soon my Domme announced that it was game time. She had me retrieve a tray she had prepared with various vibrators to pass out to her guests. She announced that she knew that all of them were aware of her bragging about my oral skills and that they all would have the opportunity to experience them tonight. But there would be a twist. As all of her friends were dominants and proficient with applying wooden paddles to their subs? bare bottoms a game she called The Pantie Match Game would put both my tongue and bottom to the test. She explained how the game would play out. First I was tightly blindfolded and all of the girls were encouraged to use the vibrators to stimulate their clits through their panties. Orgasms were strongly encouraged. When all of the panties were properly soaked they were removed and tossed in a pile. Then I was to kneel and pick up the panties one by one and I had two minutes to sniff and lick the gooey crotch of each pair. Once that task was finished I was lead between the thighs of each of the girls and given five minutes to lick each pussy. Because the vibrators stimulated the guests previously all of the girls? excitement were on a hair trigger and orgasms came easily. Now it was time for the Match part of the game. My blindfold was removed and my Dom announced that my duty was to match each pair of panties to the girl?s pussy by fragrance and taste alone. For each wrong guess my bare bottom would pay the penalty of ten swats with my Domme?s favorite Spencer paddle from each guest who I didn?t match. Even though I have been trained very well by my Domme it is rare that I get more than one or two matches correct. Once my bottom has been well blistered I once again distribute drinks and snacks and then the guests are encouraged to enjoy my tongue for much longer sessions and another Pantie Match Game party date is set.

Just sitting in my living room wear my pink pantie, having my first cup of coffee and waiting for the suppository to do its job. it's my daily routine. After the suppository works I'll do two or three rectal cleansings with my 8oz squeeze bulb before showering. I like to be empty and clean for what may come. On alternate days I'll also do at least one deep cleansing retention enema with my 2.5L EZ EM bag and Cleanstream inflatable nozzle. Anyone else have a daily routine like this?

This is my fantasy. I’m not sure I’d want it to come true. I’d love to see your response.

I serve my Daddy and his equally dominant girlfriend as a live-in domestic maid. I also am required to take care of their sexual needs as well. Both are quite strict and require that all of my duties be performed with utmost attention to detail and to be done promptly and cheerfully.
Any deviation results in punishment. Spankings with hairbrushes, wooden paddles and the awesomely effective bathbrush are the most utilized corrections and dark red bullseyes on my bottom can often be seen thru my sheer panties or thongs for days afterwards.
This is a description of the punishment that is reserved for the most grievous errors on my part.
Once the sentence has been pronounced I am ordered to report to the “punishment theater”, a room equipped with various devices that prop up and restrain the supplicant for punishment. There are two dozen theater style padded seats placed in a semicircle around a central stage for guests to witness. I am to bend over a heavy straight back chair placed in the middle of the stage with my hands gripping the seat and feet spread four feet apart. There I wait, sometimes for nearly an hour for the proceedings to begin. For the most grievous offenses my Daddy and Domme often invite friends to witness the event. I count three, four then five, six seven and eight witnesses trickle in and be seated. Soon my Daddy and Domme enter and announce my transgressions and the sentence of the Full Measure. I am the ordered to stand up while my Domme seats herself on the chair. I am then bent over her lap still with my sheer panties on. “Are you comfortable my dear?” She asks. “Yes Ma’am.” I reply. “Well enjoy it because you won’t be very soon!” There are snickers from the crowd as Daddy hands her a heavy red oak hairbrush. SMACK! SMACK! Two very hard swats to each cheek start my spanking. “Are you ready?” “No Ma’am, I mean yes Ma’am!” I reply and then she begins a very hard and furious series of swats two or three per second strike my cheeks. Sometimes she alternates left to right. Sometimes she concentrates on one cheek or the other. It goes on and on and on. I am kicking, screaming, crying. Finally after perhaps a hundred swats. I am ordered off her lap and to stand bent over in front of the chair. I am told to rub my “clitty” through my panties while my Daddy and Domme converse with their guests. Furiously rubbing my pantie crotch momentarily eases the fire in my bottom and my clitty responds with a minor erection and an oozing of pre cum. “Ok playtime is over boi! Lower your panties and bend over my lap,” announces Daddy. I instantly do as I am told. “Let’s see if my bathbrush can alter your behavior!” I begin whimpering at his words as my bare bottom is well acquainted with the power of the bathbrush. He locks my legs with his right leg in the well known position for delivering a real bare bottom blistering. “Hold on to the chair legs tight boi! Your’re going for one helluva ride!” And then it begins. Swat after swat of that evil wooden bathbrush. And while the swats are not delivered full force the effectiveness of that instrument makes an incredibly painful impression on my bare bottom. He concentrates the blows on the summit of my cheeks that have already been made sensitive by the prior hairbrush treatment and then he begins an assault a bit lower on the underside of my bottom nearly to the junction with my thighs. I try to keep count (sometimes after a spanking I am asked how my swats I received) but I lost count after five dozen or so. Finally the bathbrush assault ends with a round of applause and cheers from the assembled audience. I am once more ordered to bend over with hands gring the seat of the solid spanking chair. My bare bottom is so clearly and embarrassingly on display as I weep. After five minutes or so my Domme orders, “Pull your panties up and begin rubbing your clitty again. You have twenty minutes to cum in your panties while we discuss your further punishment. You may use the vibrator if you wish but your panties better be sticky when the time is up!” Even though I know the vibrator isn’t necessary for me to cum as I have lots of experience in tweaking my clitty I take her warning about filling my panties seriously and set about using the vibe. Sure enough in just three minutes I begin to spasm and a load of cum wets my panties. “Good boi! Look he’s cumming! That’s quite a load!” Are some of the comments I hear from the guests. “Time is up boi!” announces my Domme. “You’ve had enough fun with the vibrator. Now carefully remove your sticky panties and hand them to me.” I do as I’m told and she inspaspects the results that the vibrator has had. “Hmmm that’s a good load. One of your better efforts. Now be a good boi and open your mouth.” Again I comply and she carefully eases the cum soaked crotch of my panties into my mouth making sure the goo coats my tongue. “Now we have discussed the third part of your spanking and have decided it will be three dozen full force swats with “The Persuader”. (Those of you who have read my other story may know of it). The Persuader is an eighteen inch long by three inch wide three eighths inch thick maple wooden Spencer paddle with holes that insure little round blisters will be left as souvenirs on the recipient’s bottom. I begin whimpering even though my gooey panties try to stifle my cries. This time I’m led to a spanking bench where I am restrained bent well over with my arms, waist knees and ankles firmly fastened. In short order The Persuader is put to work. These swats are hard. Very hard, but they are measured and delivered at thirty to sixty second intervals so that I can feel the burn of every stroke. And it does! Deeply, excruciatingly so, eliciting screams from my pantie gagged mouth. This last part of the punishment lasts nearly an hour and at the end the assembled guest are most appreciative. Before leaving thy are invited to the stage to inspect and fondle the marks and blisters on my bare bottom. From their comments I know that the “souvenirs “ will be lasting for at least a couple of weeks. They will be a reminder to be on my very best behavior.