Bedtime stories for sub boys.

[TaintedB]

Tainted....thank you. Here is one who is very thankful for those stories. The second especially. I loved them. Thank you Thank you Thank you.

Well, I liked them too, very much, so I don't mind at all posting them. They aren't the standard rough, all-sex stuff you sometimes see in female domination stories. There's nice mental overtones in them. And the writer sure sounds like she knows what she's talking about and not just making up fantasies.

 

[sphynx's dragon]

Well, I liked them too, very much, so I don't mind at all posting them. They aren't the standard rough, all-sex stuff you sometimes see in female domination stories. There's nice mental overtones in them. And the writer sure sounds like she knows what she's talking about and not just making up fantasies.

Obviously She does and puts it all into her work. I was really moved by that. <still goosebumpled>

 

[Aeroil]

Well, I liked them too, very much, so I don't mind at all posting them. They aren't the standard rough, all-sex stuff you sometimes see in female domination stories. There's nice mental overtones in them. And the writer sure sounds like she knows what she's talking about and not just making up fantasies.

*nods* yup, very nice .

 

[Xelebes]

*reads Tainted's stories*

*tucks self in bed*

 

[Betticus]

For some reason I got a sudden flash of the barracks scenes in Full Metal Jacket.

I do believe that you boys have yourself a nice little Marine barracks here.

 

[arctic-stranger]

If you guys want a story, then shut the fuck up and get to bed.....

Isn't it enough that i entertain the subbie girls? Do i have to do the guys too? I mean, the posted stories were fine, but i think you deserve much more than that....

 

[Xelebes]

If you guys want a story, then shut the fuck up and get to bed.....

Isn't it enough that i entertain the subbie girls? Do i have to do the guys too? I mean, the posted stories were fine, but i think you deserve much more than that....

You're not mommy. And no, don't dress up as one either, you hear me?

 

[Aeroil]

If you guys want a story, then shut the fuck up and get to bed.....

Isn't it enough that i entertain the subbie girls? Do i have to do the guys too? I mean, the posted stories were fine, but i think you deserve much more than that....

psh, you probably can't tell stories worth a crap *ducks and runs*

C'mon, are there no dommes that will tell us any stories???

 

[graceanne]

Does this help?

*sighs* I know what a preemptive strike is! I wasn't reffering to the word preemtive. You struck her, then later you said it was a preemptive strike. Struck . . . strike . . . THAT is where the pun was.

Am I the only one seeing this?

 

[Aeroil]

*sighs* I know what a preemptive strike is! I wasn't reffering to the word preemtive. You struck her, then later you said it was a preemptive strike. Struck . . . strike . . . THAT is where the pun was.

Am I the only one seeing this?

Nope
*grabs grace and throws her out of the boys dorm*
No girls unless you're carrying a crop!

 

[Silverlily]

Nope
*grabs grace and throws her out of the boys dorm*
No girls unless you're carrying a crop!

That's enough. With that behaviour you think you're getting a story?


Bed, now.

 

[sphynx's dragon]

You're not mommy. And no, don't dress up as one either, you hear me?

Oh thanks! I'll sleep well with that image in my mind!

 

[sphynx's dragon]

*sighs* I know what a preemptive strike is! I wasn't reffering to the word preemtive. You struck her, then later you said it was a preemptive strike. Struck . . . strike . . . THAT is where the pun was.

Am I the only one seeing this?

I got it...

Oh and for my own view...girls are always welcome in my part of the dorm.

 

[Aeroil]

That's enough. With that behaviour you think you're getting a story?


Bed, now.

yes ma'am..................

 

[arctic-stranger]

psh, you probably can't tell stories worth a crap *ducks and runs*

C'mon, are there no dommes that will tell us any stories???

Fine, you get the Dommes to tell you a story then...i will go and finish mine for the subbies.

 

[Xelebes]

yes ma'am..................

You have to remembber that you are inferior to all women.

 

[bronntanas]

Nope
*grabs grace and throws her out of the boys dorm*
No girls unless you're carrying a crop!

Geez aeroil....

*puttin' on clothes, helping grace up and politely walking her back to the girl's dorm*

Thanks for the stories Tainted, might we please have another?

 

[graceanne]

Geez aeroil....

*puttin' on clothes, helping grace up and politely walking her back to the girl's dorm*

Thanks for the stories Tainted, might we please have another?

*turns around and sticks tongue out at aeroil.*

Thank you bronn, you're so sweet. Unlike some boi's I can mention. couchaeroilcough

 

[Aeroil]

*yawns, rubbing sleep from eyes*
sorry grace... guess I was a bit worked up last night.....
*ashamed look as he tries to hide in his bunk*

 

[Silverlily]

*yawns, rubbing sleep from eyes*
sorry grace... guess I was a bit worked up last night.....
*ashamed look as he tries to hide in his bunk*

I'll see what I can do tonight, contingent on respectful behaviour.



Contrite can be adorable.

 

[Aeroil]

I'll see what I can do tonight, contingent on respectful behaviour.



Contrite can be adorable.

Last night I was extremely rude to grace... and I'm supposed to believe that there is never a reason to be rude, but then I go and do something like that...
So yes... I'm very ashamed.... and very sorry.......

 

[TaintedB]

Geez aeroil....

*puttin' on clothes, helping grace up and politely walking her back to the girl's dorm*

Thanks for the stories Tainted, might we please have another?

You betcha! I bookmarked that story page. Probably the same author:

The Spanish Lady

A story of punishment
The ad read: "Spankings given by a disciplinarian. No warm up, no mercy -- just a swift, hard punishment given to those who deserve it."

Tom stood before the doorway, wondering for the hundredth time if this were a good idea. "Well...no time like the present."

Before his hand left the door, it opened. A soft voice inside beckoned "Come in, and wait here" He stepped forward, into a softly lit room. Candles burned on a low shelf by the doorway; red light filtered down through gossamer curtains.

A flash of dark hair and the sound of heels followed the petite figure walking away from the door. She stopped a few feet away, and called back "follow me."

He followed, caught by desire, and fear; pulled forward by momentum..

One door...two doors...three doors, and she stopped. "Go in, and prepare yourself for what you deserve" The room was small, more monk's cell than modern, and had the scent of freshly sanded wood. The walls were plain white, the floor polished by the passing of hundreds of penitent feet. It was a plain, simple and quiet room. Except for the sobbing of a young woman.

Tom looked about and saw the small form of a young woman, dressed in a simple shift, kneeling with her back to the wall. He stood there stunned and wondering if he were in the right place. The dark lady whispered "prepare yourself", and closed the door behind him.

He knelt on the cushion before him on the small floor, unwilling to tower over the quietly weeping form which shared his cell, and uncertain if he must pay his respects. Hoping for a sign, some sense off what to do, Tom waited and wondered until he could take the weeping no longer. "What can I do?"

She looked up, and he noticed the collar on her neck, and the braided cotton rope leading down from it. The rope ran down between her legs, to a place on the floor, and her hands were tied.

"She's going to punish me. I'm her partner, and she's going to punish me. She left somebody to my care, and I left him alone. I was careless, and now I'm going to pay"

She sagged back down, sobbing.

He was prepared to endure pain, but this was too close to the ignore. Tom was pressed by the confines of the room, and wondered half aloud "Is there any way out?"

She looked up -- "no -- unless...unless somebody else will pay for me." She shook her head. "But you're the last person today, and I've failed to find help. She's going to take me after you."

Tom felt dizzy -- this isn't what he expected. But her sobbing weakened his certainty. "How can I help?"

"Just say you'll accept some of my punishment -- any little bit would help. Please? I understand pleasure...I'll help you feel better after"

The girl crawled over to him and touched his face, pleading with her eyes. He closed his eyes, feeling the touch.

She leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, summoning up the powers of seduction she knew she possessed even bound and dirty. "I could do this", he whispered to himself. He leaned forward, accepting a soft kiss on his neck. "Yes, I'll accept" Kissing his hand, she said "you won't regret it, I promise"

"Oh", she said, "she'll expect you to be ready for her. She'll go easier if you're unclothed and humbled."

He blushed a moment, at the idea of disrobing, but whispered "thank you" and turned about to remove his clothes. His shirt went on a low shelf to the left of the door. She worked her way forward to the limit of the taught rope, and helped remove his shoes, then he removed his trousers and laid them on his shirt, kneeling to reach the shelf.

A quiet sound of heels grew louder and stopped, at a door to his left as his helper straightened and quickly placed herself back against the wall, spine straight and head bent.

The side door opened, and a tall figure stood there, looking down upon the scene.

"So, little boy, have you been bad?"

"Yes, maam."

"You're a naughty little boy who can't leave the girls alone. You need to learn a lesson."

He remained quiet, head bowed, brown curls quaking softly.

She turned to tower over her bound charge.

"And you, daughter, I see you left your place. Did you touch him?" "Yes maam. Please be gentle on him, maam." The black tresses swung side to side, a small shake of the head magnified. The tall lady knelt down, looking at her "daughter" -- "you know I cannot. Why do you care about this bad little boy?"

She sobbed again; her quiet cry built his resolve

"I've agreed to take her punishment, maam."

She stood, quickly, closing in on his back. "You don't know what you've asked! Stand! Go to the next room and kneel before the bench"

He left; the young lady followed moments later, the newly detached rope dangling between her thighs.

"Daughter, go kneel against that wall, facing him. I want you to see what your carelessness will cost."

"Stand, boy!" He stood, then felt his shorts pulled down. "Step out, then kneel again." As he went back down, he felt his knees spread roughly, and a bar strapped between them. "Grab that bar before you." He saw a bar raised a few inches off of the floor in front of him, and he reached forward to grab it, wrapping his middle over the bench.

"Little boy, you've not been controlling yourself, and taking pleasure whenever you want. Too much pleasure. You need some pain to teach you."

He began to shake, forgetting all but the fear of what awaits him. "Count to 5...slowly and loudly"

Wavering, he said "one"

"I need to hear you; where is your bravery now?"

"Two"

she remained silent, but chose a long black paddle from the wall and passed it before his eyes

"Three!"

"two more", she reminded him

"Four!"

His last word just left his mouth when her first swing hit him

The echoing slap of the paddle had barely decayed as he rose, gasping.

She shoved him down roughly, his hands grasping instinctively for the bar. "What?" As he drew a breath for the next word, her next stroke burned into his bottom, wrapping the tender skin around the edges of the paddle. He breathed heavily, but gasped out "five"

The young girl pushed herself up against the wall tightly, cringing and wincing with every hit, letting out a cry with each stroke, her entire being a combination of fear, guilt, relief, and gratitude

The Spanish lady reached for a narrow "punishment stick", and began alternating long strokes with sharp hard strikes. His head flew up, gasping, knowing nothing but the burning, the sharp shocks of pain, his eyes seeing little.

The girl shut her eyes tight and cried at seeing him suffer her punishment.

His tormentor set down the stick and began applying a well-practiced hand, increasing her tempo to drive him near the edge, stopping only when his whole body began to shake.

He wasn't aware of the small figure that shook and sobbed miserably, the fear and the pain overwhelming her

"Now you're ready to receive _her_ punishment"

"Daughter, come here" Shakily, wrung out from the sobs, she stood. "Come here, and look at him"

She walked around, and saw the angry lines of red, the subtle colors of bruising already building.

She gasped. "Maam, you'll _hurt him." "It's too late for concern -- he made his choice. Unbuckle his knees"

When the bar came off his knees, he sagged to one side, collapsing over the padded bench.

"Lay him on the bench, face down." Slowly, still posessed of a will of his own, he pulled his body onto the bench, legs trailing down an incline at one end.

Pulling down a small hole-filled paddle, the lady pointed at his lower back and said "daughter, straddle him there...and watch my eyes"

The girl walked over weakly and straddled his back, wincing a little and looking up at the taller woman. She looked at his welts and bruises and started breathing very hard. "Daughter -- look up. He'll receive 15 strikes -- three for each minute you left your charge. _You_ must tell me when to begin"

The girl gasped and shivered. Looking into her mistress's eyes, she said in a shaky voice "Now. . . "

She saw the hardwood paddle fly down past the corner of her eye, felt the breeze caress her thighs, and felt him buck as it landed. Four more blows landed quickly, and he screamed. She gasped and cried out as it hit him, jumping with fear and shock

"Hold him tightly, daughter" She wanted to touch his skin, to comfort him, but knew touching the red welts would only hurt, yet she leaned down and held him tightly, as her lady instructed. She closed her thighs together, restraining his struggles and placing herself in the path of the paddle.

Five more strikes hit the narrowly confined space, each stroke ending at the top of his thighs. He bucked and howled.

"Daughter -- I won't paddle him any more" "Thank you maam, oh thank you"

"He's still not done." The tall lady drew a wide crop from her arsenal. "You must administer the last five, and do it right."

She touched his skin with the crop, looking for a kind place to administer it. He writhed at the touch, but said nothing. She drew back the crop, and daring her partner's displeasure, laid five quick strokes without putting her whole strength into it.

Tears streamed from the young girl's eyes. "I've learned...oh yes, I've learned"

The commanding lady turned the young lady's face upwards, and said tenderly. "yes you have."

In a gentle voice, she said "he's received more than he bargained for. Take good care of him" The lady untied her sobbing partner's hands and released the rope from her neck. A sound of heels, retreating, and the door closed quietly.

He rolled over at her touch, wincing, the light eclipsed as she bent down to kiss him. "Thank you, my knight. Pleasure now shall be yours"


The End

 

[Silverlily]

For later

with permission -


Aeroil’s Very Bad Day

Aeroil buttoned the top of his pajamas and flung himself across his bed. Today had been terrible, everything he touched had gone wrong and to make matters worse, the grumpiness that had started as that annoying little twitch had blossomed into full-blown stranglehold. He had smarted off to all the wrong people and even been horribly nasty to a sweet friend. Scowling deeply, he blinked several times. He hated crying. Bad day or not, he wasn’t about to let tears fall.

Curling up into a ball of pure misery, an audible sigh escaped his lips. The Mistress was late, well later than usual. Her schedule was Her own. He knew that. But right now he didn’t much care, everything was awful and She wasn’t helping. It wasn’t fair that he had been alone all day, why wasn’t She here to take care of him? His scowl deepened.

So caught up in his pity party, he didn’t hear the door open. She stood in the doorway, outlined by the light from the hallway. Her soft voice carried across the room, “I understand you’ve been a complete trial today. Why is that?” She crossed the floor and set a bag down next to the bed. “No matter, what’s done is done, and there are consequences for such behavior. Really, Aeroil, picking on a girl? You do realize I am also a girl. Would you pick on Me?” Curling even tighter in on himself, Her words stung. She was right, he had been disrespectful to a woman and he knew better. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.” Her words carried an unmistakable chill.

“Get up, Aeroil, and remove your pajamas. You think you are better than Grace? No, little monster, you are the lowest. If it is a girl you find lower than you, then perhaps that is how you should spend the night.” With that, She reached into the bag and pulled out a soft pink, ruffled nightie and matching panties. His cheeks flushed deeply as he heard Her say, “put them on”.

The earlier grumpiness had not left. He scowled again and glared at the floor. In horror he heard himself say, “no”.

“No? This is worse than I thought.” He felt a firm hand take hold of his shoulder and spin him around. Her fingers grabbed his hair as he was forced, face down, across the bed. The pajama bottoms he had not yet removed were yanked down to his knees. “Do not move”, She commanded. Taking a hairbrush from his dresser, She knelt next to him and brought down the first smack. Without a word, She rained blows on his helpless bum until it glowed as red as Her lipstick. She paused and waited for him to speak.

Aeroil knew She was waiting for his apology, but the rotten day would not let up. He was frozen, unable to speak. He felt Her shake Her head and get up to leave. As She neared the door he felt all the awfulness of the day overwhelm him. His lip shook and a wrenching sob shook through him. “No, Mistress, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t leave me”, he wailed.

In an instant She was next to him, smoothing his hair as the tears fell. Waiting for the sobs to subside, She gently removed the pajamas still tangled around his knees. “Sit up, boi.” She took the nightie and pulled it over his head. “The lesson must still be learned.” She slid the lacy panties up his legs. “Stand up.” He whimpered as she pulled them over his sore bum, the lace scratching his tender skin. “What a pretty little girl you make,” She whispered, smiling as the cheeks on his face burned to match the cheeks on his bum. “So pretty, indeed.”

The plain misery on his face touched Her. He was a good boy most of the time. She had him lay down again and snapped Her fingers, the signal for bottom up. She took a small plug from the nightstand. “My poor boy, so out of sorts. Let Me put you where you belong.” She pulled down the panties and applied a little lube to the plug. Pressing it into his tight anus, She gently worked the plug in. Sliding it, twisting, in and out, She felt him harden. As She slowly fucked him with the plug, She stroked his reddened bottom as he moaned and writhed. When She could feel he was about to cum, She slid his pajamas under him and whispered Her consent. His orgasm shuddered through him, soaking his pjs. “We can’t have you changing before morning,” She laughed.

She tossed the pajamas into a corner, seated the plug in for the night, and pulled the panties up over his bottom. Helping him crawl under the covers, She softly kissed his forehead and stroked his hair until his breathing slowed and at last the horrible day ended with peaceful rest.

 

[TaintedB]

That was quite... sizzling. I hope Mr. A appreciates this fine story.

Made me jealous that you can't really cross-dress women the same way and get a similar effect.

 

[Aeroil]

*nods* Yes I do appreciate it, it shall put me to sleep tonight I'm sure...