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stepmoms-punish:
“ It was the first time that Kevin had been in this room since his father married his new stepmother. His stepmom had declared the parental bedroom off limits to the teenager. Except for times like this one. Times that he didn’t want...

stepmoms-punish:

It was the first time that Kevin had been in this room since his father married his new stepmother.  His stepmom had declared the parental bedroom off limits to the teenager.  Except for times like this one.  Times that he didn’t want to be anywhere near that room!

He noticed how different the room now looked.  His stepmother had completely redecorated the room.  There was a definite feminine stamp on everything now.  Floral wallpaper covered the walls.  Several framed paintings of ballerinas graced the walls.  Lace curtains hung on the windows.  Vases of fragrant, fresh flowers adorned the room.  Much of the furniture was now antiques, including the prominent vanity table that dominated one wall.  The top of the vanity table was draped with a lace cloth, on which rested various combs, brushes, hand-held mirrors, cosmetics, powders, and bottles of perfume.  A large, oval mirror was attached to the back of the table.

What immediately grabbed the boy’s attention, however, was one of the brushes that lay on his stepmom’s vanity table.  It was the one that she had mentioned to him before.  The time just after the wedding, when she sat him down and laid out for him in considerable detail what she expected of him now that she was his “new mother.”  The hairbrush that she had warned him would feature prominently in the consequences he could expect if he should make foolish choices.  Consequences that he would definitely want to do his best to avoid.

Unlike all the other items of feminine grooming that decorated the top of the vanity table, this hairbrush was not used by his stepmom for any sort of grooming.  It was present for a much less happy purpose than feminine beauty.  Indeed, it was the only item in the entire room that was there specifically for Kevin.  To be more specific, it was there for Kevin’s bottom for those times when Kevin’s behavior fell short of his stepmother’s expectations.

Kevin had not actually seen the hairbrush before, but his stepmother had described it to him well enough that he was easily able to recognize it the instant he laid eyes on it.  As she had explained, it was a large, long-handled, oval shaped, ebony hairbrush.  While it had a graceful, feminine appearance, there was also something threatening, even frightening about the brush.  Kevin felt his tummy twist as he stared at it, even as he noticed a tingling in his bottom.  He was having a hard time taking his eyes off the menacing hairbrush as he realized that his stepmother had firmly closed the door behind them.

Seeing her stepson staring at the hairbrush, she explained, “Yes, Kevin, that is the hairbrush that I use on the bottoms of misbehaving boys, of which you have now foolishly decided to become one.”

FETISH!

The Article Below is on   FETISH!  

_______________________________________________________________________________________________

DON’T READ THIS ARTICLE IF YOU’RE UNDER

          EIGHTEEN, IT MAY WARP YOUR SEXUAL

           ORIENTATION FOR LIFE

Of course, if you’re 18, you’re almost certain

to have a definite bent already.

            The association of a physical object with

arousal is extremely common. It might be a glove,

a high-heel shoe, a crop, a cane, a paddle, a belt…

or maybe even a rubber pillow you used to hump

on the floor when you were  young.

             Whatever it is, I don’t want to

influence your choice of fetish.  To be honest,

you don’t choose your fetish, your fetish

chooses you.

I use the ‘closet’ image when I discuss

S&M. Gay people use the image, too.They

talk of coming out of the closet. Sadomasochists,

are different – masochists would prefer to stay

‘in the closet’, because it’s shameful.

Sadomasochists prefer to increase the shame,

because feeling ashamed of yourself for doing

this dirty little act – it’s arousing in itself…

but mostly because you know you’re going

to get punished for the “sick,disgusting, perverted

dirty little nasty” acts. These words are

arousing to the masochist. Humiliation

fuels his/her  passion.

        For example to be told his penis

is too small, worthless, useless and

infantile, this really gets the male sub hot!

Even if he’s well-endowed, he’ll

probably adore small penis humiliation (SPH).

This directly ties in to the Cuckoldry

Fetish, which is really booming these days.

But this is a subject for another day.

       

      Don’t read this if you’re emotional or feeling

sensitive today.

         For a while recently I was avoiding

writing about major FETISH  issues… Then I

thought, hell,I’ve already written deeply

penetrating articles about fetish….

        This blog is partly about

fetish, sexual repression…orgasm repression

and ways to overcome such a problem.

(see the Female Orgasm Clinic, which

is a blog I also write, on Tumblr).

        In the Female Orgasm CIinic

site I tell stories about real cases of

real women with deep, long-lasting

orgasm repression issues. One or two

of these women didn’t even know what

an orgasm was…had never experienced  

release in their entire lives!

         They didn’t know what they

were missing. They just knew

something was very wrong.

       

         In almost all cases we find a cure.

But extreme  measures sometimes must be

taken.

         When I speak of extreme measures

I’m talking about giving the woman a good

caning, just to warm things up.

        Then I find a sizable vibrator helps, with radio controlled various speeds. It’s often a good idea to leave

the vibrator inside the woman for up to an hour and

leave her alone to think about things, anticipate

what may be coming next.

       Of course she is naked and strapped down

to a table on her stomach, her hips

appropriately raised.

      Meanwhile you can change speeds on

the vibrator from a remote location.

       It’s important to use the kind of

vibrator that plugs into the wall. We are

not amateurs here, but experienced

professionals working at a difficult

task.

         My assistant, who is a licensed

psychologist will observe her from behind

a one-way glass, laying a bit of a whipping

across the patient’s buttocks, every ten

minutes or so. The female patient, naturally,

is lying face down on a padded table.

         It’s important to use a light touch,

and then throw a few vicious lashes on.

          The reason the patient is left

alone for various lengths of time,

this way she can anticipate what is coming

next with trepidation  and intensifying

arousal.

           The idea is to break all resistance

down. At the same time we are breaking

down all parental prohibitions, limitations

and restrictions – the parental and religious

script that plays like a negative tape loop

in her head.This is what’s making her sick.

          By the time I am finished with her,

she won’t be listening to those voices

anymore.She will stop fighting the pleasure

that is overwhelming her and start enjoying herself.        

     She is restrained with straps

and she will need to be when I begin

electrical therapy. The first shock

comes as quite a surprise and that’s

the intent.Patients have been know to buck

right off the table, when the first jolt hits

them.

          And there are other

surprises in store  for her,

as well. Surprise is an

important part of the therapy.

The psyche must be shaken loose

from its usual moorings.

          Rarely, but in difficult

cases, I have had resort

to power tools.

       

         The whippings will

continue all through the night.

Not hard canings. Just hard

enough to keep the gal’s mind

on other things, so she won’t

notice when new therapies

are about to be applied.

        The use of many kinds

of distraction is a useful tool

in our arsenal.

           

         Remember, don’t try

these methods at home. Each

case is very different and my

assistants are extremely experienced

in each of the therapies.

           For example, no one goes

near the electrodes until they’ve

worked at the clinic for three

months.

          Horrible things can happen

with an inexperienced worker.

For example,  you  can’t douse the

patient’s body with water

if the electrodes are still

attached to her sensitive parts.

         Considerable attention to detail

is necessary.


          My assistant is adept is very adept

at caning, and she enjoys it, which is important.

       There is libido repression in men, also.

        Of course, men can cum easily.

But there are shallow orgasms and deep

ones, and there is a huge difference

between the two types of orgasm in men.

A shallow orgasm is not satisfying.

        When a man is having a deep orgasm,

he’s not going to be quiet about it. He’ll

howl, shout, bleat… and make other

sounds you normally only hear

in a farmyard.

       

        Also, if he starts to pant

heavily…you know he’s having a good

time. Men ought to be caned, too,

to take them down to that deeper

level of arousal.

      But that’s not my job. I’ll

leave that to you ladies among us!

         

     All the weird and wonderful   secret perverted

acts sniffing  nylons and panties and shoes,

beating off with a girdle wrapped around

your head… and a bra tied around your balls…

and then the busty Scandinavian maid catches you, puts

you over her nylon knee…and whips

your little bum with a bamboo

cane…

         This is the maid who always

stood by and smiled and snickered when mother

spanked you bareassed with a wooden spoon…

And when mommy goes away, she got the job

of spanking you herself.

         No one is likely to forget such

events in their childhood, for the rest of

their days… in fact, these events will

turn into an overpowering fetish in later

years. And without the spark of this

fetish, the man will not be able to achieve

erection.

         Not without grovelling on the floor

and crawling across the rug, his ass in the

air, to suck the toes of his mistress.

         This man might be a high-powered

minister in the legislature, but still

he will need to perform this humiliating act

repeatedly.

         You see what I mean? All kinds of

obsessions might rise up with no warning

later in life… Who knew that sniffing your mothers

shoes would turn into a full-bore foot fetish?

A passion for feet that every once in a while grabs you

and forces you to dive under dinner tables

and lick the instep of some unsuspecting

paying customer…

      Now all the above fetishes do not apply

to me – just most of them.

      I have been surprised by “a warm rush of blood

to the balls” (my father’s definition of love)

when I see a  woman’s well tuned

ankle in a well-made boot, especially if she’s

bobbing the high heeled shoe in a teasing, nodding

motion – rather as fisherman does when he has a

lure in the water…

       The bright fisherman’s hook  fascinates the beady-eyed

bottom-feeding fish;the high-heeled taunting woman’s

shoe  fascinates the more wide-eyed human male

who also wants to be a bottom feeder.

     

        All right…  I like kneeling between a good pair

of nylon legs…and I like dominant woman.

I also like extremely submissive women who kneel

before me begging to be punished…

 

     

stepmoms-punish:
“ It was the first time that Kevin had been in this room since his father married his new stepmother. His stepmom had declared the parental bedroom off limits to the teenager. Except for times like this one. Times that he didn’t want...

stepmoms-punish:

It was the first time that Kevin had been in this room since his father married his new stepmother.  His stepmom had declared the parental bedroom off limits to the teenager.  Except for times like this one.  Times that he didn’t want to be anywhere near that room!

He noticed how different the room now looked.  His stepmother had completely redecorated the room.  There was a definite feminine stamp on everything now.  Floral wallpaper covered the walls.  Several framed paintings of ballerinas graced the walls.  Lace curtains hung on the windows.  Vases of fragrant, fresh flowers adorned the room.  Much of the furniture was now antiques, including the prominent vanity table that dominated one wall.  The top of the vanity table was draped with a lace cloth, on which rested various combs, brushes, hand-held mirrors, cosmetics, powders, and bottles of perfume.  A large, oval mirror was attached to the back of the table.

What immediately grabbed the boy’s attention, however, was one of the brushes that lay on his stepmom’s vanity table.  It was the one that she had mentioned to him before.  The time just after the wedding, when she sat him down and laid out for him in considerable detail what she expected of him now that she was his “new mother.”  The hairbrush that she had warned him would feature prominently in the consequences he could expect if he should make foolish choices.  Consequences that he would definitely want to do his best to avoid.

Unlike all the other items of feminine grooming that decorated the top of the vanity table, this hairbrush was not used by his stepmom for any sort of grooming.  It was present for a much less happy purpose than feminine beauty.  Indeed, it was the only item in the entire room that was there specifically for Kevin.  To be more specific, it was there for Kevin’s bottom for those times when Kevin’s behavior fell short of his stepmother’s expectations.

Kevin had not actually seen the hairbrush before, but his stepmother had described it to him well enough that he was easily able to recognize it the instant he laid eyes on it.  As she had explained, it was a large, long-handled, oval shaped, ebony hairbrush.  While it had a graceful, feminine appearance, there was also something threatening, even frightening about the brush.  Kevin felt his tummy twist as he stared at it, even as he noticed a tingling in his bottom.  He was having a hard time taking his eyes off the menacing hairbrush as he realized that his stepmother had firmly closed the door behind them.

Seeing her stepson staring at the hairbrush, she explained, “Yes, Kevin, that is the hairbrush that I use on the bottoms of misbehaving boys, of which you have now foolishly decided to become one.”

FETISH!

The Article Below is on   FETISH!  

_______________________________________________________________________________________________

DON’T READ THIS ARTICLE IF YOU’RE UNDER

          EIGHTEEN, IT MAY WARP YOUR SEXUAL

           ORIENTATION FOR LIFE

Of course, if you’re 18, you’re almost certain

to have a definite bent already.

            The association of a physical object with

arousal is extremely common. It might be a glove,

a high-heel shoe, a crop, a cane, a paddle, a belt…

or maybe even a rubber pillow you used to hump

on the floor when you were  young.

             Whatever it is, I don’t want to

influence your choice of fetish.  To be honest,

you don’t choose your fetish, your fetish

chooses you.

I use the ‘closet’ image when I discuss

S&M. Gay people use the image, too.They

talk of coming out of the closet. Sadomasochists,

are different – masochists would prefer to stay

‘in the closet’, because it’s shameful.

Sadomasochists prefer to increase the shame,

because feeling ashamed of yourself for doing

this dirty little act – it’s arousing in itself…

but mostly because you know you’re going

to get punished for the “sick,disgusting, perverted

dirty little nasty” acts.  These words are

arousing to the masochist. Humiliation

fuels his/her  passion.

        For example to be told his penis

is too small, worthless, useless and

infantile, this really gets the male sub hot!

Even if he’s well-endowed, he’ll

probably adore small penis humiliation (SPH).

This directly ties in to the Cuckoldry

Fetish, which is really booming these days.

But this is a subject for another day.

       

      Don’t read this if you’re emotional or feeling

sensitive today.

         For a while recently I was avoiding

writing about major FETISH  issues… Then I

thought, hell,I’ve already written deeply

penetrating articles about fetish….

        This blog is partly about

fetish, sexual repression…orgasm repression

and ways to overcome such a problem.

(see the Female Orgasm Clinic, which

is a blog I also write, on Tumblr).

        In the Female Orgasm CIinic

site I tell stories about real cases of

real women with deep, long-lasting

orgasm repression issues. One or two

of these women didn’t even know what

an orgasm was…had never experienced  

release in their entire lives!

         They didn’t know what they

were missing. They just knew

something was very wrong.

       

         In almost all cases we find a cure.

But extreme  measures sometimes must be

taken.

         When I speak of extreme measures

I’m talking about giving the woman a good

caning, just to warm things up.

        Then I find a sizable vibrator helps, with radio controlled various speeds. It’s often a good idea to leave

the vibrator inside the woman for up to an hour and

leave her alone to think about things, anticipate

what may be coming next.

       Of course she is naked and strapped down

to a table on her stomach, her hips

appropriately raised.

      Meanwhile you can change speeds on

the vibrator from a remote location.

       It’s important to use the kind of

vibrator that plugs into the wall. We are

not amateurs here, but experienced

professionals working at a difficult

task.

         My assistant, who is a licensed

psychologist will observe her from behind

a one-way glass, laying a bit of a whipping

across the patient’s buttocks, every ten

minutes or so. The female patient, naturally,

is lying face down on a padded table.

         It’s important to use a light touch,

and then throw a few vicious lashes on.

          The reason the patient is left

alone for various lengths of time,

this way she can anticipate what is coming

next with trepidation  and intensifying

arousal.

           The idea is to break all resistance

down. At the same time we are breaking

down all parental prohibitions, limitations

and restrictions – the parental and religious

script that plays like a negative tape loop

in her head.This is what’s making her sick.

          By the time I am finished with her,

she won’t be listening to those voices

anymore.She will stop fighting the pleasure

that is overwhelming her and start enjoying herself.        

     She is restrained with straps

and she will need to be when I begin

electrical therapy. The first shock

comes as quite a surprise and that’s

the intent.Patients have been know to buck

right off the table, when the first jolt hits

them.

          And there are other

surprises in store  for her,

as well. Surprise is an

important part of the therapy.

The psyche must be shaken loose

from its usual moorings.

          Rarely, but in difficult

cases, I have had resort

to power tools.

       

         The whippings will

continue all through the night.

Not hard canings. Just hard

enough to keep the gal’s mind

on other things, so she won’t

notice when new therapies

are about to be applied.

        The use of many kinds

of distraction is a useful tool

in our arsenal.

           

         Remember, don’t try

these methods at home. Each

case is very different and my

assistants are extremely experienced

in each of the therapies.

           For example, no one goes

near the electrodes until they’ve

worked at the clinic for three

months.

          Horrible things can happen

with an inexperienced worker.

For example,  you  can’t douse the

patient’s body with water

if the electrodes are still

attached to her sensitive parts.

         Considerable attention to detail

is necessary.


          My assistant is adept is very adept

at caning, and she enjoys it, which is important.

       There is libido repression in men, also.

        Of course, men can cum easily.

But there are shallow orgasms and deep

ones, and there is a huge difference

between the two types of orgasm in men.

A shallow orgasm is not satisfying.

        When a man is having a deep orgasm,

he’s not going to be quiet about it. He’ll

howl, shout, bleat… and make other

sounds you normally only hear

in a farmyard.

       

        Also, if he starts to pant

heavily…you know he’s having a good

time. Men ought to be caned, too,

to take them down to that deeper

level of arousal.

      But that’s not my job. I’ll

leave that to you ladies among us!

         

     All the weird and wonderful   secret perverted

acts sniffing  nylons and panties and shoes,

beating off with a girdle wrapped around

your head… and a bra tied around your balls…

and then the busty Scandinavian maid catches you, puts

you over her nylon knee…and whips

your little bum with a bamboo

cane…

         This is the maid who always

stood by and smiled and snickered when mother

spanked you bareassed with a wooden spoon…

And when mommy goes away, she got the job

of spanking you herself.

         No one is likely to forget such

events in their childhood, for the rest of

their days… in fact, these events will

turn into an overpowering fetish in later

years. And without the spark of this

fetish, the man will not be able to achieve

erection.

         Not without grovelling on the floor

and crawling across the rug, his ass in the

air, to suck the toes of his mistress.

         This man might be a high-powered

minister in the legislature, but still

he will need to perform this humiliating act

repeatedly.

         You see what I mean? All kinds of

obsessions might rise up with no warning

later in life… Who knew that sniffing your mothers

shoes would turn into a full-bore foot fetish?

A passion for feet that every once in a while grabs you

and forces you to dive under dinner tables

and lick the instep of some unsuspecting

paying customer…

      Now all the above fetishes do not apply

to me – just most of them.

      I have been surprised by “a warm rush of blood

to the balls” (my father’s definition of love)

when I see a  woman’s well tuned

ankle in a well-made boot, especially if she’s

bobbing the high heeled shoe in a teasing, nodding

motion – rather as fisherman does when he has a

lure in the water…

       The bright fisherman’s hook  fascinates the beady-eyed

bottom-feeding fish;the high-heeled taunting woman’s

shoe  fascinates the more wide-eyed human male

who also wants to be a bottom feeder.

     

        All right…  I like kneeling between a good pair

of nylon legs…and I like dominant woman.

I also like extremely submissive women who kneel

before me begging to be punished…

     I had a chance to spank a considerable number of

women’s bottoms when working briefly as the partner

of a highly skilled dominatrix…I wasn’t getting

paid. I did it because I liked it. The dominatrix

needed a male to play the part of a stern professor,

policeman, Nazi, daddy…or I could just be what I am –

a true sadist.

       The  fact is I enjoy seeing a woman’s

buttocks clench and squirm while I whip

a cane across her bum cheeks…and when I whip

her ass harder…. I truly love to see her butt

squirm faster – as she tries to avoid the

harder quicker strikes.

       And I like to be spanked and caned myself

So you see, I know about fetishes – a variety

of them.  I also have compulsions I don’t want to admit to

at the moment.

              One thing I want to say is I am certain

that the study of fetishes – this study is at the

very core of the human psyche: it’s at the

hub/centre/matrix   of compulsion and motivation.

           If the conditions of one’s fetish are not fulfilled,

the psyche turns against itself.And there will be

rebellion in the city of your mind.

          Deep impulses  repressed become rage; and rage

is the ultimate perversion of the mind. Rage turned

inward, of course, becomes depression.

          How much better it would be to  just

have your ass whipped by a strong woman in leather…

and get wildly aroused…over a considerable period of

time… and be ordered to blow your load

on her knee, her shoe, or in your own shoes!

        No one is hurt…your passion

is spent… and your homicidal urges recede.

           It’s fun, too! But it’s also a serious

matter. Ignoring your own fetish will ruin your sex drive.

If you never do the disgusting, perverted, dirty things

you need to do. If you don’t share such shameful

things with your wife  or partner

your sex life will disappear.

         It takes courage to share what you’re most

ashamed of with the person who owns half your

earthly goods. She might walk out.

         But believe me, if she doesn’t let

you do all the dirty shameful things

you want to do to her…chances  are she’s

doing the same dirty deeds with someone else.

          You’ve got to break it to her or him slowly.

I find it’s  easiest to break the news to your

spouse, when you’re having sex, fondling

her perhaps.

       

            There are some items you don’t

want to surprise your partner with, though.

I talked one husband into confessing to his wife

his deepest need. He wanted to have sex

with her, while he was wearing a  rubber pig’s

mask and making grunting noises.

         It took her a little while to get used

to that.

         After a month passed she confided

to me that they’d had a lot more sex than

usual that month, which was great. But she found

it a bit disgusting.

        I talked to the husband and told

him the problem. I asked him whether

a clown’s mask would work as well. He

decided it would.

        So he started having sex with

his wife as he was wearing a full  clown’s

mask, red rubber ball nose and all.

The nose made a little honking

sound if she squeezed it, which she

did more and more as time passed.

After a while she started squeezing

the nose each time she wanted

him to thrust into her.

       I’m told she kept increasing

the speed of the honks, until

he was thrusting as quick as he

could. This was a sadistic measure

of control which she quite enjoyed.

         Some weeks later I asked her

if the sex was still just as good as it was

with the pig’s mask on.

         She  informed me  that, yes,

the sex is still just as good.

“ But I’ll never take him as seriously again

for the rest of my life!”


         Maybe that’s a good thing.

     

©2016 by W.W. Milñe

beautifulsecrets42:
“ Bend over and be quiet hubby…
”

beautifulsecrets42:

Bend over and be quiet hubby…

sadobegeros:

(viahttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5vepHI18lw)

A slow taunting walk – that’s the ticket!

(Source: youtube.com)

myfavouritedoms:
“ 07-27-16: Mistress Sarah
”

myfavouritedoms:

07-27-16: Mistress Sarah

spank-shame-boy:
“ Very sexy…
”

spank-shame-boy:

Very sexy…

(via spank-shame-boy)

spank-shame-boy:
“ Very sexy…
”

spank-shame-boy:

Very sexy…

(via sadobegeros)

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