Punishment and Submission

"I'm done!" He announced triumphantly, after having laid his cards on the green carpet, discoveries. "Come on, do the math!" Urged the woman sitting to his right. Quick calculation with the indelible pencil from the tip moistened "I'm 2580 points for you, you save Arletty second, I third with 846 points of difference and last Camille, in 1120 points well," said the girl, after additions and subtractions.
"Well, then what are you waiting? Pay! "Camille and rose from the table, trembling, move with the quickly gathered up the papers scattered on the green carpet and put in fine carved wooden box.
Damn the bad luck, accidents at the Wednesday canasta, damn her and when she agreed to play, thought a furious Margot.
Camille was waiting anxiously. Margot stood up slowly, pushed his chair back with the calf, he undid the belt of loose white trousers and pulled them down, simultaneously with the panties, then, with your torso bent on the same card table that had just seen the his defeat.
"846 points correspond to 8, I think. It was said a hundred points each, rounded down "Camille Devereaux had not even finished speaking when it struck off the tap dancing on the left buttock of Margot.

Poor guy! Who knows what drove him to this? Roettiers thought the agent, by depositing the sheet of cable on the desk already cluttered with papers. The diligent agent thought it was wise to warn the mayor as soon as possible. Charles Patin was a citizen, although he had left the country for more than two years, they find his body there, in the muddy waters of the great river, there was no doubt that he committed suicide, so he said the cabled: Case Closed .
The agent Roettiers was moved, wondering how he would take Miss Roxane: she was the only, perhaps, to have loved Charles ....

"He uses this!" Said Roxane. "No, ma'am! I have just two hours that I have done ... and monthly service that has ordered the doctor to town: you are too debilitated! And this is big, it hurts so bad! "Amelie protested.
"He uses this! - Repeated the woman-or I to adoprarla on you, for the first time in my life! "Swallowing the saliva in the mouth that had not dried, Amelie took the belt that held out to her mistress. It was a belt high, heavy holes surrounded by iron studs, detected and looking very bad, and did not buckle. Amelie was quite striking to even hold her hand. Although the air was fresh, Roxane was completely stripped, had supported his open hands to the wall, had extended her bare feet on the tiled floor, he turned his face towards her home for the latest recommendations "Strike hard! I deserve it. I owe you, Charles! "He shouted to the wind and again it was back to staring at the wall.

"You did that on purpose, so disastrously to lose the last hand?" Camille said, massaging the ass of her maid flushed with tap dancing. Camille did not answer, voluptuous sighed. With their concentric movement, the hands of the mistress Camille left buttocks, and they passed without leaving the skin on the sides and then on the pubis. They got down very low, still massaging. The domestic mugulò. On the excitement.

"You are all red, lady. Forgive me, but do not take it anymore: you suffer too much! "Amelie threw down his belt. Roxane broke away from the wall: his eyes streaming with tears and not because of physical pain, at least not just that one. He sat on the stool, contact with the wood wreaked further discomfort to the skin excoriated. "He had been castrated, you know? The Turks had castrated him, after he had tried to save a poor girl from a cruel and ignominious punishment, he had been castrated as you do with horses! He told me about it and crying, crying ... and I have not been able to help ... "Roxane's hands raised their large breasts" Pick it up and shoot here! "Ordered Amelie.

He could not live without him! If I had realized. Immediately. I had called with terrible terms, that even she thought he knew, had chased away. Had not afford, would never have dared ... but, the anger subsided, Josephine had thought: he had left by the wounded pride, and had listened to the heart. And they were words that did not like at all, those of feeling, not like, but she cried anyway. The specter of loneliness, appeared before the specter of old age: Georges was gone, vanished from his life, he had other women. She would not permit it! Josephine the phone to his ear and tapped rapidly on the fork of the unit on the wall.

Damn, right now it rings! George broke away from the body firm and fragrant Mària and went, angry, telephone equipment that would not stop issuing its annoying trill. Mary closed the edges of the apron on his chest, straightened hair, shook his head a couple of times, adjusted well to life the panties and followed their employer, in the corridor.

Another and another and another! Madame Deveraux anger oozed from every pore: white hair was becoming too much and there were too! He had been running for cover. "Camiiiillleeee!" He shouted, the lovely Edwige.
Both came, both red-faced and half-dressed in the body, a maid had even forgotten to tie completely black apron, in the excitement of running the mistress dropped the belt of her panties you could see some brown fur. The other Camille, the daughter of Madame, but had the good taste of putting on a robe, but her nipples seemed to want to pierce the fabric. Hedwig looked at grim: they were doing it, again. The maid did not care, but her daughter did. She must marry, raise a family. He could not seguitarsi to fuck all the girls in the country and, above all, the personal maid. Okay, I would have thought after the events of his daughter, was now more urgent the other thing: 'Prepare the dye, quickly! "Ordered Madame.

"You think that maybe I did not know that I slam the ruler? You think I'm deaf and blind? And say that I was the one to send it! I'd take a slap for doing that ... oh God, I said! "Josephine was practically on his knees before his George. "Do not get me wrong - he hastened to add-not what I meant. However, if you are willing to do anything. " He lifted her gently, planted a kiss on the forehead, bending her head "You're absolutely right - he said-we deserve both a sound punishment."

Pierrette looked at the midwife's face one last time, he could not believe her ears: she was pregnant! The smile on that big face plate gave her confirmation. One child, a child of Marcel. Who knows what would have been happy with him, when she had told him on his return home Friday.

Roxane looked in the mirror: her breasts were bruised, but Amelie had given him only four, not too strong. It was there that Charles had placed over his head the last time he saw it, was right. Roxane pulled on his shirt, wool evening stroll along the irritated skin of the back, gave her discomfort, she clenched her teeth. With one hand to the edge of the sink, one leg lifted from the ground to fit it in your pants, did the same with the other leg. Had a bit 'of breath: they are too fat and too old! Well well you pulled on the undergarment. Although it was cotton, the fabric also hurt her in her journey towards the sides: the buttocks had to be very irritated, he observed. After wearing my petticoat and skirt, Roxane was forced to sit and put on your shoes: yes, my ass was really sore!

"Ouch! - Cried madame-be careful with that brush. It 's the third time I pull my hair. If you do it again, I swear I can taste you on my ass, this damn brush! "Camille's eyes shone not the next, nor the next, but the third or fourth pass of the blade would have made sure run into quite a tangle of hair.

I fell into a deep depression. The epilogue of the story with Tristana so dramatic and grotesque I was deeply marked. Those nightmares that now have become very rare at that time were rather common. I began to neglect the work up to the brink of dismissal. Relationships with customers and colleagues had gradually rarefied. I constantly feel sad and annoying that I spoke from behind and laughing at me. I do not know how, but had spread to the voice of my misadventure. Of course I had very serious risk of being castrated, perhaps killed. The idiots were the situation comedy! I wanted to see them cut off with the bird! But more than the laughter of men bothered me a pitying glances of only two female colleagues of 'office. I felt drained. I was alone, I was disgusted, including myself. When the idea of ​​suicide began to appear more frequently in my head I knew to be a turning point. I had to at least try. It finally began to treat me. The Director of the Agency, who had learned to appreciate me before I became a rag man, offered me a transfer at the offices of **********. He was a downgrade, I knew, but I needed to feel comfortable, to find myself. I accepted with resignation, but all in all I was partially satisfied. The seat was not too far from the house of his uncles and then could not stand now, neither the environment nor the agency almost all my colleagues. I would have gladly smashed with fists and sticks.
It was at the new place of employment that met Clelia. In the morning, before taking office, I stopped almost every day at the corner bar with respect to the agency. It was a neat little place and well maintained. The coffee was good. I consumed my nice frothy cappuccino sitting at a table, flipping through the few national and international news pages of the local newspaper or the "pink" (nda La Gazzetta dello Sport). At the counter served two girls: Marta, about 19 to 20 years, pretty but sullen talking, or rather muttered in his northern dialect incomprehensible and indeed Clelia, a young woman of 25, 26 years, but certainly not the prettiest of the other much more sociable. Oh sure it was not very expansive and had an attitude somewhat reserved, but he was kind, attentive to customer needs, at the right spirit. Two were the qualities which had struck me on first meeting and indeed I think they hit every drinker: A radiant smile and warm for 35 seconds I reconciled with life and a nice pair of tits that were really great a great look great poorly protected they were by fitting tank top (It was now late May and that year was particularly hot).
Clelia had none of the disturbing beauty of Tristana. In his big brown eyes I could see just a hint of sweet melancholy, and nothing to do with the eerie light of madness that transpired from the beautiful eyes of Tristana. Yet even Clelia had his little secret. Oh, Women!.
It happened on a Wednesday or Thursday?, Well, it does not matter. I was at the bar and read the titles of the sports newspaper highly critical of the national football team that was preparing to compete in the World Cup in Spain, when I remembered that I had to call his aunt. I should have done the night before but I forgot I was guilty. "If I do not call me on Sunday black ass" and I smiled to myself remembering when I was a kid my aunt chasing evil and brandishing a wooden spoon. There was a little jerky phone behind the counter and decided to take advantage. As I opened the cabin door my eye fell on the floor corner. There was a book with a bookmark. The title was "The eleven thousand rods" by Guillaume Apollinaire. I had read a bit 'of time before. And 'an erotic novel of the beginning of the twentieth century containing a vast collection of "perversions" sexual. The general tone is grotesque and surreal. Here and the reading can be very unpleasant, at times the text is fun. Curiously, the bookmark was placed between two pages describing a scene of spanking. Flipping through the booklet, I noticed that all the sentences that dealt with spanking and whipping on the ass were underlined. - But, that particular tastes that have the maidens - I thought the bartenders. I said nothing and made my phone call.
The next day I was seized with curiosity to see if that text so spicy it were still there. I went to the cabin with the excuse of the call and to my surprise, the floor was no longer "The eleven thousand rods" but "Delta of Venus" by Anais Nin. As I remembered it was a collection of stories dating back to 20 -30 years of the twentieth century when it was recounted one episode of spanking. I leafed through the pages quickly and I found that story. The scene of the lost was underlined with the yellow highlighter.
Even greater was the surprise when I realized that in a nylon bag on which was placed the book there were a dozen erotic comics all from the series "Isabella".
I leafed through them and found that even in the midst of the adventure genre "swashbuckling" Sapphic scenes were inserted and lost. - Three clues are a test "I thought, one of the maidens was a kindred soul. For a long time not thinking about my desire and inclination. With the awakening of the senses after a long winter of my heart and my mind was waking up this aspect of my sexuality. I hoped so much that it was Clelia. Then I fear not like it, that was not really interested in trying, in the end we did not know ... and a whole series of conjectures me affastellarono in the brain. - It 'my stuff, that is my brother ... - Clelia had appeared suddenly. I abruptly took the envelope with a embarrassed expression. Her cheeks as red as cherries. I apologized and smiled - Still, I understand more than pictures - From the moment we entered gradually into confidence. We began to see us outside of office hours. We talked about everything and of course the "what". Clelia had discovered this particular angle a little 'time. He had not had direct experiences in the family, but she realized that the scenes of the movie where there were spanking or flogging in general, but especially the first very impressed. The disturbed and attracted at the same time. Fourteen years on the view of the cover of a book of Isabella had excited. The picture represented the protagonist of the comic heroine wielding a rod with the arm raised. Bent over a four-poster bed with a young girl raised her skirt showed a round ass whole traversed by red stripes. The 'expression of fear and pain was punished. Clelia hurried home and masturbated in the bathroom. Had not had real experiences of spanking. With the ex-boyfriend had sex only "normal". After a month we were dating we made love. The vision of her ass like a mandolin so rosy and tempting heightened my desire to groom you must but I resisted. I limited myself to kiss him and he felt that Clelia mordicchiarlo.Volevo ready. Then it happened. It was the 'July 11, 1982. I was at her house. Cousin Martha was out with friends. We decided to watch the final World Cup of soccer together. - I propose a bet - he said with a mischievous air by putting a tantalizing pause, the girl - That? - I came - If Italy wins give me a good spanking. It 'so much as you like. But if Germany wins I'll give them to you. But thou taper sculaccerai only hands but I'll use the belt - I agree - I said - But get ready to take lots and bare ass. I'll decide how many you take. Mind you, I will be deaf to all entreaty. - Then began the historic game. We looked at each other's arms like a cool couple who were on the other hand, but with decidedly opposite expectations. When Cabrini missed a penalty in the first time I feared for my ass. I accepted the bet, but are funda mentally a spanker. So I like to bang their asses, but others are much less enthusiastic about taking them. Fortunately, as we know, the second time the race took a favorable trend in the Italian colors ... and the color of my ass. At the first goal of Clelia Rossi cominiciò agitated and biting his nails. At the second goal Tardelli Clelia swallowed with a funny expression of concern was that the contract the cheeks. At the third goal of Altobelli looked at me pleadingly. At the final whistle and all the houses nearby were shouting with joy and poured into the street, Clelia was lying on my knees and begged softly to floor, and pulled down her pants to the knees. - Please, please, do ... ah, ah, alas, alas! The sculacciai vigorously, slowly, alternating soft pats on the hills. My handful had the effect of an earthquake on the beautiful roundness rear of Clelia. Then accellerai. A barrage of spanks and then a slow but steady cadence of new, robust slaps. The ass was red and hot. The girl was kicking in a delightful sliding her panties to her ankles. "Enough, please, sob! Sob!, You do that thing with your mouth that you enjoy so much but do not spank me anymore! - You're a slut! Have her pussy all wet! Are you a lake! But now I make you black ass to the sound of spanking. Take it, take it and take it! And down on the butt spanked for the truth already well proven. I went on a couple of minutes. After the spanking Clelia looked at me with his mouth slightly open and moist, rosy cheeks crossed by a few tears. Snza many compliments I undid his pants and without giving her time to rub a little of the poor made her sit on my ass already turgid cock and launch position. We came quickly, almost in unison. Later Clelia confessed that he had always thought that 'Italy would have won, In the end we had hoped, but ... who knows what would happen if the outcome of the final was another.
I will never forget that night and that game. We could not have better to celebrate the victory.
A year later became my wife Clelia.

Lying on my stomach, I'm awake now for a while but he shook the bed. The alarm sounds, turn it off immediately. The usual morning erection rubs on the sheet as I massage my ass still sore from the night before for the punishment. Today medical examination. Qs two words involve a series of events that I have no desire to face. It is the voice of my mother who invites me to get up. Slowly I rise and head for the bathroom. But I hope that the erection declines, I do not want you see me like this. The first task of the day is annoying in the shower. I have the absolute prohibition to let me alone when I visit. My mother believes that I am not able to wash properly but I usually leave it. But no day in this position.
I sit and wait. Today alone I can not do anything and qs irritates me a bit '. I try to look at her buttocks in the mirror a little abbassandomi 'boxer shorts. I see you have taken a dark color after the painful joke yesterday. I absolutely have to force myself to feel good, I do not want to find myself again in the lap of my mother. The very idea, however, rekindled in me the excitement and began to touch me a bit ', waiting for her arrival. As soon as I stop I feel it in the room, a peek through the bathroom door and I see that I must prepare the clothes they wear. Even so decides she qs for me today. I will definitely put the panties I hate that. It was very well dressed. The white blouse is a good contrast with the black skirt wearing, flip flops and still can not wait to see her with her black shoes with heels, I know the ones that will know all too well. I watch as he falls and then rises again. My mother is very beautiful and sensual. I start touching me gently.
"I hope you're already naked!" His voice makes me wince.
"You Met Your Mother" in a second take off his boxers, I just hands to protect myself a little and began to irritate me despite being excited. There are two conflicting emotions. I want her to take care of me, gave me a pleasant feeling but on the other hand I feel like a rebel who has no desire to be bound by rules and punishments.
Now I know that I will well and qs embarrasses me so much that I almost angry.
He opens the bathroom door and I see that there is room in my father. I push against the cold tile and cover my instinct. I had forgotten the day after the lecture.
While my mother prepares the bathroom, my father is coming.
"Take your hands from them, you believe that we do not know how you do it?" I fear my father and I obey immediately. Hands at your sides erection is now visible. He looks at me almost with contempt upon me more and more to the tiles, I would disappear.
"I exist so Julius me a great favor to obey your mother today and deserve no more lost!" Stern gaze, its voice and the way he makes me so angry to stand looking down.
"Dad is" I reply with a whisper
"Go and see some ideas to get you!" Me up and down and indicates an erection. After my mother greets me humiliated and walks away.
Rest against the tiles for a moment trying to figure out exactly what I do, my mother encourages me.
"Come inside the tank does not have all day!" Without saying a word, his hands returning to cover me, within.
My mother bathes with water "Mom is frozen please!"
"At least let's go get the hot spirits that you say?" The water is really cold and complaining about me flinch. He starts soaping it does so with care, go back and legs and buttocks and in between "down" "mommy no .." "force" pushes me down the back, so doing expose everything and starts to rub near even going inside the anus. I try to draw back I complain but she keeps me hard, suddenly I hear again the icy water on his back .. "Mom" almost screaming, spanking me lightly with her hand "do not scream! Force shot before '
An erection is almost gone and got the same shame to me to wash her and try to convince her "I wash my own mother by actually" pulled me around my hands and I responded to cover what I want to hide.
"Hands at your sides, or I find it a bit 'hard wash you say?" Puffed but obey me through the arms chest legs and then lingers long on my private parts. I lowered the skin, I flinch "Mom, please no" "you're a bit 'off?" I can never figure out when he loses patience and fear. I wash my property even though I feel a searing humiliation mixed with excitement. I'm cold, but inside are very hot. The cold water once again distracts me from thoughts. In front is unbearable. "Mom is fine just the way" and I hate whine like crazy.
"Outside" the order is effective in the second half are on the table, naked and dripping. With the towel begins to frizionarmi, qs can not stand it and try to mitigate some issues' the embarrassment that comes over me. "Mom .. But now we must go from the usual doctor? "I carefully dries his private parts, I flinch a little '" Open your legs, "she says as if he had not even heard the question that I did. Embarrassed obey "Mom you answer me please?" Invites me to turn over "Julius is the same old thing every year what we believe is different qs time?" The tone is so pissed I stutter a "no" and keep quiet. I again lowered my back and wipes between the buttocks near the anus and also internally as they can. It bothers me flinch but not try to resist.
"Now go to room and clothes I will look down. By the way, is your sister. "I did not even have time to argue that it is already out .. we only needed to watch Valeria came to my defeat. Well it will be a very bad day. I love my sister but I see that in certain situations is excluded.
In the room I find the clothes on the bed and as I expected a pair of white panties. The view of panties from my anger. I reached my limit.
"I do not put these I do not give a fuck!" Scream. Ok I know I should not, I cried and said a bad word, I have broken two rules in the second half but when enough is enough.
"And you know what I'm not coming to visit! I do not want to do and you can not force me! "Broken two rules might as well do me the player and the rebel to the end.
Minutes pass and no answer comes. Still naked walk up and down the room, I still watch those fucking panties and I do not think I will deliver them, I will not. Frustrated scream again.
"It is useless to ignore me like you always do" I lock the door opens
"Julius, but you're stupid?" Is my sister, when I see an erection is instantaneous. A beautiful flowered dress and the wrap was wearing sneakers with a little 'heel that I find God. Appears to dance when it moves. I get drunk with her perfume and I did not even realize they are still naked in front of her until she throws me a towel.
"Cover yourself up! What are you doing impaled? "Bliss wears off, the embarrassment comes bursting, wrap myself nell'asciugamano, anger returns.
"That I'm sick and do not want to put those pants" I point out in disgust.
"The problem is my underwear? Would you like she pissed and I'll give back? "Look at me like I'm senile, he understands that I look elsewhere? The erection throbs.
"I have not heard, you do not see that does not rise? Nor strange screams. And 'I do not visit this fucking want to do it, I is not into me like a sock reshoot is not fair! "
"Stop being an idiot and clothes" I love it when I yell. One by one pass me my clothes, including underwear that barely contain the erection.
I dress in front of her trying not to drop the towel, please send me into ecstasy and embarrassment. He looks at me with disapproval, but I see a little 'likes.
Puffing resigned I put everything quickly and are ready.
"You have asked you to come," I ask
"No, Mom told me if I accompanied him, how could I refuse?" Winks at me, I answer with a grin .. "Strength go down." He takes my hand and we go down.
At the bottom of the stairs is our mother. Stern look, silent moves sth up and down, up and down, which continues to beat them in the hand. The sound is familiar, too. She has put on the black shoes with heels, I knew, while the jacket is still hanging. A bad sign. The erection again unaware of what I am about to undergo.
"We still have 5 minutes sfruttiamoli so well." Up and down, up and down .. identified, has the scoop ..
I try to reason, but I knew, I knew how he could not have heard!
What to do now plead? Obey? Escape? But where?
He points to the table with a wooden spoon "position" command arrives dry and firm.
I do not want to sue. Downcast eyes reach the table.
I point with my hands, legs, back, sit out of the corner of my eye I see my sister who takes his place behind me.
My butt is still bruised for caning last night when my mother and I lowered my pants and panties firmly flinch.
"Aah mother hurts me please" I put my hands on the buttocks but once she hits me. I draw your hands and let her slip and panties come mercilessly to the ground, thereby increasing an embarrassment that I feel is already very high.
"Come on and move the position that we're late!"
An erection is obvious, as usual, my sister watches the show. I hate it and I hope to finish quickly. I knew it would end like this and I curse myself for not being able to keep his mouth shut when I should.
"Rules do not respect" begins the lecture
"Mom, I got" impatient protest
"Repeat after me" I hate when he does that, the humiliation increases
"Do not say the words" first shot, burnt but I do not move.
"Mom I know u .. I was wrong "three strikes in a row" For the mom apologizes! "
"REPEAT" Scream! He caresses the buttocks, a little 'me flinch.
"Do not say bad words!" I surrender, I must obey, they begin to piangermi eyes, already burning, I will not beg I will not.
"No shouting" moves behind me, I'm afraid.
"No shouting" I reply immediately, but the blow comes dry. Gasp, but the rest position.
Without any warning leaving a dozen shots close. The burning drives me crazy, and tears fell from the sun. He stops. He caresses. I can not stand the silence of the house, makes it more embarrassing.
"Cheer up!" I get up, put your arms at your sides, but do not want to take the embarrassment is so deadly. An erection is obvious, and I imagine him sitting on purple. I will not make the visit as well. Not checking the shame and began to cry. I just want to get dressed and escape the humiliation of looks. My mother seems to prolong the moment then the words are a long-awaited salvation "Clothes."
It leaves me so clumsy as I try to pull up my pants and I wipe my tears with his arm. I escape the gaze of Valeria approaching. He says nothing, gives me his hand and go to the door. Our mother is already in the car waiting, as I'm concerned the very thought of sitting down makes me feel pain already.