Bitch Mother 1
I can't remember when I wasn't spanked for one reason or another. I didn't mind
when Dad spanked me because I usually deserved it and he would just give me
three or four spanks with his big hands on top of my pants. Mom's started with
ten.
Mom's spankings were much worse. She would use her hairbrush or a strap or worst
the skinny end of a poolcue. She also made a big production of it making me
take off all my clothes including my shoes and socks then having me draw straws
to see whether she would use the hairbrush, strap or cue. She knew I hated the
cuestick the worst because it would leave terrible welts that would leave my
butt sore for days. Actually the only bearable thing was the hairbrush because
if I drew the strap she would use it on more sensitive places.
She had a regular routine if I drew the hairbrush she would have me bend over
and hold on to my ankles. If I stumbled forward from the impact she would start
over. Since the pose made me very unstable she often got to start over.
For the cuestick I bent over to hold on to the edge of our dining room table. If
I let go or yelled at the terrible pain it caused she would start over.
For the strap I had to stand with my hands on my head with my legs open so she
could hit my tender inner thighs, my stomach and my nipples. Sometimes as a
finale she would hold my butt cheeks open so the strap could get into the crack.
That and the nipples were the worst.
If that wasn't bad enough she made it last a long time. After each hit I would
have to say, "Thank you Mother." then she would wait a minute for the sting to
lessen before hitting again to reawaken the pain.
I complained to Dad about her terrible spankings and they had a big fight but it
didn't help me. She just gave me a harder spanking for tattling and said if I
ever told him again she would spank me until I became unconscious.
Then when I was ten the worst thing ever happened. Mom and Dad had a big fight
and Dad left us. I pleaded to go with him but the damn divorce judge said. " A
child's place is with his Mother. Also at this time I started having gym classes
at school and Mom immediately started home schooling saying, "I don't want the
busy bodies at school to get the wrong idea if they see a few bruises on you in
the shower room."
Fro then on I was only allowed to wear undershorts at home in case I needed a
spanking and she didn't want to wait for me to get my clothes off. I never got
past a few days without a spanking.
Then when I was about eleven my body betrayed me. For no apparrent reason my
dick would get hard and she noticed the bulge in my shorts. She claimed that
would not happen if I was not playing with it so she read me some passage she
found about spilling my seed which gave her an excuse to spank even harder until
I was crying so hard I could barely get a breath.
Then it really got bad. She bought a computer and found a place where people
discussed ways to punish children and made friends with some woman who was a
bitch from Hell.
She told Mom that if my dick got hard she should tie my legs to the dining room
table then wrap a big rubber band just behind the head of my dick then tie a
string to it to tie it to the other end of the table to stretch it as much as
possible until I was sure she was going to rip it off my body then whip it with
a piece of lamp cord until I was crying hysterically.
Mom and her became great friends and when they trusted each other enough to
exchange addresses, Mom found she only lived about twenty miles away from us and
invited her over for the weekend to play with me.
When I found out I pleaded with her not to do it and when she just laughed at me
for being a wimp I tried to escape. I ran off in spite of the fact I had no
money or clothes except my undershorts. Unfortunately we lived ten miles from
the nearest neighbor so she caught me. From then on I had to wear a chain on my
ankle attached to the steel bannister. It was just long enough to reach to the
kitchen table, the toilet, and to a pad on the floor which was now my bed. She
would check on me at night and put an X on the calendar anytime she found my
dick hard. I hated my dick but didn't know how I could stop it from getting
hard when I slept.
The woman named Grace of all things came over the next weekend. It was a two day
torture session for me. First Mom demonstrated all her spanking instruments on
me finishing with my dick whipping. Then Grace said she had some things in her
bag that would cause lasting pain.
She took out a bunch of alligator clamps and put them as close together as she
could on both sides of the shaft of my dick with a final one on the head. It
haurt so bad I cried hysterically but she said, "He isn't very brave is he? He
should be punished for that."
She took a childs sling shot out of her purse and pulled the rubber bands way
back to hit my balls with the leather pouch used to hold rocks or whatever. This
made me so sick I threw up.
They let me recover while Mom made her sandwiches and coffee. They sat at the
table laughing at the way I reacted. Grace said I was fun since her boy had
become so submissive he just accepted torture with no complaint and it was
becoming very hard to do something to him to make him scream. They agreed they
were real lucky to live so far from neighbors even the loudest screams could not
be heard.
Later she said that she had found another treatment as starters that was really
interesting. She had Mom tie my legs to the table and my wrists behind my back
then stretched my dick again with the rubber band. Grace pulled a pincushion
out of her bag full of map pins. She told Mom not to use them on the shaft of my
dick since she could hit a vein or artery that would cause excessive bleeding.
However the head would not bleed much.
I panicked and began to beg them not to do it. Then Grace said, "Don't worry.
That is for later."
She began sticking the pins clear though my nipples until she ran out of room
while I screamed at the pain. She said, "It is time for a new place."
She began sticking them through the head of my dick while Mom giggled at my
screams until again there was no room.
Then she said you have to do some preparation for the last two. She took some
twine from her bag and began wrapping it around the base of my balls until the
sack was tight and I was again feeling nauseous. She had Mom look and said,
"See. With the sack tight you can see every vein and artery so you can go
between them."
She stuck a pin clear to the head in my left ball then the right one while I
screamed and then again got nauseous and threw up.
They left them in for a long time giggling at my screams when they flicked the
pins with their fingers.
Finally they got bored with that and pulled them all out then let me rest on the
pad. I was so exhausted I went to sleep instantly but not befor hearing Grace
say, "I have a lot more ideas for tomorrow."
end part one
