Me and my mouth
So this is a very true and accurate event which resulted in my entry into the world of BDSM. It’s one of the very best things that happened in my life.
So when I was very small, my parents were not able to look after me. My father had disappeared and nobody knew who he was. And my birthing mother was in a very bad way mentally and had to put me up for adoption.
So to cut a long insignificant story shorted I was soon adopted by a couple. I had an amazing upbringing until my adopted father had an accident and lost his life.
So it was just Mum and me.
We had a fantastic relationship, Mum taught me not to be ashamed of who I was and how I had been brought up.
We had an amazing bond and I was able to discuss anything at all with my Mum who taught things that were sometimes a little difficult for her to explain.
So I hit my teenage years and hormones were going mad in my body. Things were happening that I didn’t understand,
I didn’t know what was happening to me and didn’t really understand my feelings. And I always remember one night sat on my bed. Mum had noticed my light on and came into my room to see what was my problem.
So I always knew I could depend on Mum to rationalise things that were not making any sense to me.
So I decided the best way of moving forward was to be open and upfront. I explained that I was getting feelings for some girls at school and I didn’t understand why I got an erect penis, and the urges I was feeling with my erection etc.
So as I expected Mum told me not to worry, and she would explain everything the following evening. I would have been around 15 and just was so messed up.
k**s said things that I thought were offensive about my Mum, and I very nearly got into fights. So the following evening as promised.
We did the pots and made coffee and went to the lounge. And I remember her saying that it was difficult her explaining because it’s normally a fathers role.
So she began to explain things which then started to make sense of what I was feeling. Mum then put on a disc and the film was educational but also a little naughty.
And while watching it, I started to get an erection. I felt uncomfortable as this had never happened with Mum around.
And she explained how natural it was and the reasons for getting erect. The film was about 30 minutes long.
And it was a big relief learning what I did. And what was nice is that Mum and I had always walked around in underwear just before having a bath or while getting ready that type of thing. So I was used to seeing Mum in her pants and Bra and sometimes in just her pants.
So everything started to make sense, and I learnt that it was natural to get erections and do the things teenagers do to relieve it.
Mum had told me that she had met someone from an event she went to on a regular basis. And she told me they were very fond of each other. She asked me weather I was upset with things. And I think she knew what was my reply.
Even though she told me that her friend was also female. I just welcomed her as a friend. Her name was Fran, and she was a great person, and she made Mum really happy which was great to see.
By now I had left school and gone into an apprenticeship, and things at home were really great. Fran like Mum was also relaxed which was nice when not trying to hide. And Fran would often try to k** with me when she was topless. She would say her boobs looked sexier in a bra rather than hanging low, and Fran was big busted.
I thought Mum was big, but Fran`s were much bigger. We had a great relationship. And as most lads, we delve in our Mums lingerie drawer. And I would slip into some pants, then experiment with a Bra and then Stockings and suspenders.
I sort of thought that Mum knew, but nothing was ever said about it. Then on my late day at college I didn’t get home until close on 9:00pm..a little earlier if I got a lift.
And when I got in Mum suggested I go shower while she and Fran finished tea for us all. When I went into my room, there were parcels on my bed all wrapped in lovely tissue paper and tied up with ribbons, I carefully opened them, and there were panties, bra`s and suspender belts and all in one bodies etc, there was a note saying that it would be nice for me to have my own and a footnote saying that I was to ask if there was anything I wanted and they would get it for me.
There were a couple of nighties and a satin dressing gown.
And the last note was a suggestion to put some on after my shower.
So I picked out some really nice things and put them on with a beautiful silk nightie and dressing gown and pink slippers.
When I walked into the lounge, both Mum & Fran were also wearing some really sexy lingerie, and I was welcomed by them both with them saying how great I looked.
We had a great evening and I loved my new clothes..
Mum and Fran used to go out on a regular event. I didn’t know where they went, but they seemed to enjoy it.
Then one particular afternoon, college was closing early due to the heavy snow that was falling, so I drove home and parked up.
When I went into the house both Mum & Frans cars were on the drive. But they were nowhere to be seen. I then heard noises from upstairs, there was a loud crack and moaning. And again a bit of a whoosh and more cracks and moans.
So I had to investigate, I carefully and quietly ascended the stairs, and as I got to the top I soon realised the noise was coming from Mum & Fran`s bedroom. And I carefully crept close so I could see through where the door was slightly open.
I could see someone secured to some kind of bench. And I could see Mum-in a pvc skirt and extremely low cut top. It made her boobs look amazing. I watched in fascination as I saw Mum raise the cane and bring it down on who I realised was Fran. It made a huge whistle as it cut through the air, this was followed by an amazing crack as it struck Fran followed by a yelp from Fran.
Then Mum moved position and I lost sight of her. And then she suddenly appeared at the door opening it to see me stood there.
I expected a right grilling for peeping on them. But the total opposite. Mum invited me into the room to watch.
I sat to the side and saw the cane strike across poor Fran`s naked bottom. And a split second later a nice red welt would appear.
I asked Mum why she was punishing Fran, she laughed and said they love this type of play and alternate between who gets the cane. Then another strike, and I asked why Mum was holding back, I went on to say, surely punishment should be administered as hard as was possible. I then continues with the statement that is unless Fran can’t take the pain, therefore it’s more like slap and tickle isn’t it?
Mum removed the gag that Fran was wearing. And it was Fran who said, if you can take better, then swap places and I will show you who can take what. I was showing silly bravado now, I told Fran…yep it’s a piece of cake.
With that Mum said, ok young man. Go put on your nice lingerie and be back here in 10 minutes. So I went to my room and stripped off my Male clothing and put on my favourite basque and seamed stockings and g-string panties. I wasn’t able to hide my erection as it pushed out of my G-string panties.
Then I heard Mum shout asking if I had backed out. My reply was that there is no way I would back out. I needed to prove I could handle pain and show them as being weak.
So I went back to Mums room. And Fran soon said that they would soon remove me from my erection, to which my comment was one whips and one masturbates me…and I laughed. All I got was wait and see.
So Mum told me to get on the bench. They fastened my hands and feet along with a strap over my waist and more over my calves.
Fran then asked me to try to move, no I couldn’t move, I was well and truly secured. Then both Mum and Fran knelt beside me. Mum asked me if I still wanted to prove something. I said yes just wait and see.
Then Fran told me the rules. Once I agreed I wanted to continue, they would administer the cane in multiples of 6. They would alternate and they would each administer 60 strokes. There would be no leniency and there would be no stopping until all strokes were administered. So young man,do you wish to continue, and again being cocky. Yep give it your best and let me show you I can handle it, and if you cane me like you were caning Fran, then a piece of cake.
So Mum said, right then young man, you have been warned, still happy, and again I said yes. Then Mum said, ok then let punishment commence.
With that Mum stood leaning over me with my head pushed into her boobs, this heightened my erection even more, and she said to Fran.
Well let’s get this punishment up and running. I felt a cane tapping away at my butt, I said to Mum, told you it didn’t hurt. To which I got a reply, this is getting the correct position, and she assured me it would hurt.
And then there was silence, I heard a whoosh and then heard a really loud crack, for a second or two…nothing. Then it hit like I have never experienced in my life. It was like someone holding a red hot poker on my butt…Wooiaashhh Fuck that hurts. Then Fran said 10 extra strokes each for profanities. What that’s unfair, then the same sound and I tensed up. Again I yelped shouting “Shit that hurts like fuck” and Mum this time said another 10 each. So I went from 60 strokes each to 80 strokes each and only 2 whacks. Then I heard something like metallic behind me, then something was forced into my mouth and secured to behind my head. Then a pumping sound inflated something within my mouth. Now I couldn’t make a sound.
And stroke by stroke that bloody cane struck home. Positions were changed and it was now Mum. I felt she was much more severe than Fran. And I was now regretting being so stupid saying it was a piece of cake.
And this after some 40 strokes into my punishment. I got to around 100+ and was drifting away. And the cane was landing,but I didn’t feel it. I suppose I would describe it as an out of body experience, and I was loving that feeling. Then smelling salts soon had me back in the room.
The strokes continued and I wasn’t able to keep count. My erection had by now totally gone. And it was agony.
Then Mum leant down and spoke into my ear. I had 12 strokes left. I could wimp out and face a different event. Or take the 6 each, but they would be with a different implement and would be the hardest possible. My gag was now removed. And I thought about it, and said get on with it. We had come too far to chicken out.
So it was Fran who took the first one. And this one tore into every bit of my butt. It was burning and stinging and mind numbing all in one, and before I had time to think the next soon followed again and again.
Then Fran took up position in front of me. She made it possible to kiss her beautiful boobs. Mum was to the side of me, she was tapping the cane adjusting her stance. And then she landed that cane. I couldn’t hold back. I swore and cursed and was close to tears. And I begged Mum saying no more. But she had 5 more. And a further 6 for calling her a bitch among other things. And again the cane landed and again I yelled this time not swearing. The rest were a blur, but they wasn’t wrong when they said they would be the most painful of them all.
It was over, I had survived. My ass was on fire, it felt as if I had petrol on-it and it had ignited. Then the straps were unbuckled.
But Fran stopped my getting up. She told me they were going to apply some cream to ease my discomfort.
And help with the bruising and dressing where the skin had split quite badly. Once patched up I was helped off the bench. It was Fran who firstly hugged me then Mum who hugged me really tight. And she whispered in my ear just how much she had enjoyed caning me, and how much she would like to do it again.
So we went down to the lounge, I had on my nightie and lingerie on underneath. And we sat on the sofa ready to watch the film they had made of my first caning and in Frans words…the first of many more to come.
They both cuddled up to me teasing my cock as we watched the film for the first time….
I will say in closing I did enjoy looking back at the film, I got one of the strongest erections I had ever had in my life, and when Fran brought me to climax. I k** you not. I ejaculated so hard that it hit the ceiling and still pumped out more but not quite as far. And I was then made to clean Frans hand from what she had caught from my spurts, and I was given no choice but to clean up her hand, which remarkably I loved……
Thanks folks for getting this far, and yes this did happen..x
So when I was very small, my parents were not able to look after me. My father had disappeared and nobody knew who he was. And my birthing mother was in a very bad way mentally and had to put me up for adoption.
So to cut a long insignificant story shorted I was soon adopted by a couple. I had an amazing upbringing until my adopted father had an accident and lost his life.
So it was just Mum and me.
We had a fantastic relationship, Mum taught me not to be ashamed of who I was and how I had been brought up.
We had an amazing bond and I was able to discuss anything at all with my Mum who taught things that were sometimes a little difficult for her to explain.
So I hit my teenage years and hormones were going mad in my body. Things were happening that I didn’t understand,
I didn’t know what was happening to me and didn’t really understand my feelings. And I always remember one night sat on my bed. Mum had noticed my light on and came into my room to see what was my problem.
So I always knew I could depend on Mum to rationalise things that were not making any sense to me.
So I decided the best way of moving forward was to be open and upfront. I explained that I was getting feelings for some girls at school and I didn’t understand why I got an erect penis, and the urges I was feeling with my erection etc.
So as I expected Mum told me not to worry, and she would explain everything the following evening. I would have been around 15 and just was so messed up.
k**s said things that I thought were offensive about my Mum, and I very nearly got into fights. So the following evening as promised.
We did the pots and made coffee and went to the lounge. And I remember her saying that it was difficult her explaining because it’s normally a fathers role.
So she began to explain things which then started to make sense of what I was feeling. Mum then put on a disc and the film was educational but also a little naughty.
And while watching it, I started to get an erection. I felt uncomfortable as this had never happened with Mum around.
And she explained how natural it was and the reasons for getting erect. The film was about 30 minutes long.
And it was a big relief learning what I did. And what was nice is that Mum and I had always walked around in underwear just before having a bath or while getting ready that type of thing. So I was used to seeing Mum in her pants and Bra and sometimes in just her pants.
So everything started to make sense, and I learnt that it was natural to get erections and do the things teenagers do to relieve it.
Mum had told me that she had met someone from an event she went to on a regular basis. And she told me they were very fond of each other. She asked me weather I was upset with things. And I think she knew what was my reply.
Even though she told me that her friend was also female. I just welcomed her as a friend. Her name was Fran, and she was a great person, and she made Mum really happy which was great to see.
By now I had left school and gone into an apprenticeship, and things at home were really great. Fran like Mum was also relaxed which was nice when not trying to hide. And Fran would often try to k** with me when she was topless. She would say her boobs looked sexier in a bra rather than hanging low, and Fran was big busted.
I thought Mum was big, but Fran`s were much bigger. We had a great relationship. And as most lads, we delve in our Mums lingerie drawer. And I would slip into some pants, then experiment with a Bra and then Stockings and suspenders.
I sort of thought that Mum knew, but nothing was ever said about it. Then on my late day at college I didn’t get home until close on 9:00pm..a little earlier if I got a lift.
And when I got in Mum suggested I go shower while she and Fran finished tea for us all. When I went into my room, there were parcels on my bed all wrapped in lovely tissue paper and tied up with ribbons, I carefully opened them, and there were panties, bra`s and suspender belts and all in one bodies etc, there was a note saying that it would be nice for me to have my own and a footnote saying that I was to ask if there was anything I wanted and they would get it for me.
There were a couple of nighties and a satin dressing gown.
And the last note was a suggestion to put some on after my shower.
So I picked out some really nice things and put them on with a beautiful silk nightie and dressing gown and pink slippers.
When I walked into the lounge, both Mum & Fran were also wearing some really sexy lingerie, and I was welcomed by them both with them saying how great I looked.
We had a great evening and I loved my new clothes..
Mum and Fran used to go out on a regular event. I didn’t know where they went, but they seemed to enjoy it.
Then one particular afternoon, college was closing early due to the heavy snow that was falling, so I drove home and parked up.
When I went into the house both Mum & Frans cars were on the drive. But they were nowhere to be seen. I then heard noises from upstairs, there was a loud crack and moaning. And again a bit of a whoosh and more cracks and moans.
So I had to investigate, I carefully and quietly ascended the stairs, and as I got to the top I soon realised the noise was coming from Mum & Fran`s bedroom. And I carefully crept close so I could see through where the door was slightly open.
I could see someone secured to some kind of bench. And I could see Mum-in a pvc skirt and extremely low cut top. It made her boobs look amazing. I watched in fascination as I saw Mum raise the cane and bring it down on who I realised was Fran. It made a huge whistle as it cut through the air, this was followed by an amazing crack as it struck Fran followed by a yelp from Fran.
Then Mum moved position and I lost sight of her. And then she suddenly appeared at the door opening it to see me stood there.
I expected a right grilling for peeping on them. But the total opposite. Mum invited me into the room to watch.
I sat to the side and saw the cane strike across poor Fran`s naked bottom. And a split second later a nice red welt would appear.
I asked Mum why she was punishing Fran, she laughed and said they love this type of play and alternate between who gets the cane. Then another strike, and I asked why Mum was holding back, I went on to say, surely punishment should be administered as hard as was possible. I then continues with the statement that is unless Fran can’t take the pain, therefore it’s more like slap and tickle isn’t it?
Mum removed the gag that Fran was wearing. And it was Fran who said, if you can take better, then swap places and I will show you who can take what. I was showing silly bravado now, I told Fran…yep it’s a piece of cake.
With that Mum said, ok young man. Go put on your nice lingerie and be back here in 10 minutes. So I went to my room and stripped off my Male clothing and put on my favourite basque and seamed stockings and g-string panties. I wasn’t able to hide my erection as it pushed out of my G-string panties.
Then I heard Mum shout asking if I had backed out. My reply was that there is no way I would back out. I needed to prove I could handle pain and show them as being weak.
So I went back to Mums room. And Fran soon said that they would soon remove me from my erection, to which my comment was one whips and one masturbates me…and I laughed. All I got was wait and see.
So Mum told me to get on the bench. They fastened my hands and feet along with a strap over my waist and more over my calves.
Fran then asked me to try to move, no I couldn’t move, I was well and truly secured. Then both Mum and Fran knelt beside me. Mum asked me if I still wanted to prove something. I said yes just wait and see.
Then Fran told me the rules. Once I agreed I wanted to continue, they would administer the cane in multiples of 6. They would alternate and they would each administer 60 strokes. There would be no leniency and there would be no stopping until all strokes were administered. So young man,do you wish to continue, and again being cocky. Yep give it your best and let me show you I can handle it, and if you cane me like you were caning Fran, then a piece of cake.
So Mum said, right then young man, you have been warned, still happy, and again I said yes. Then Mum said, ok then let punishment commence.
With that Mum stood leaning over me with my head pushed into her boobs, this heightened my erection even more, and she said to Fran.
Well let’s get this punishment up and running. I felt a cane tapping away at my butt, I said to Mum, told you it didn’t hurt. To which I got a reply, this is getting the correct position, and she assured me it would hurt.
And then there was silence, I heard a whoosh and then heard a really loud crack, for a second or two…nothing. Then it hit like I have never experienced in my life. It was like someone holding a red hot poker on my butt…Wooiaashhh Fuck that hurts. Then Fran said 10 extra strokes each for profanities. What that’s unfair, then the same sound and I tensed up. Again I yelped shouting “Shit that hurts like fuck” and Mum this time said another 10 each. So I went from 60 strokes each to 80 strokes each and only 2 whacks. Then I heard something like metallic behind me, then something was forced into my mouth and secured to behind my head. Then a pumping sound inflated something within my mouth. Now I couldn’t make a sound.
And stroke by stroke that bloody cane struck home. Positions were changed and it was now Mum. I felt she was much more severe than Fran. And I was now regretting being so stupid saying it was a piece of cake.
And this after some 40 strokes into my punishment. I got to around 100+ and was drifting away. And the cane was landing,but I didn’t feel it. I suppose I would describe it as an out of body experience, and I was loving that feeling. Then smelling salts soon had me back in the room.
The strokes continued and I wasn’t able to keep count. My erection had by now totally gone. And it was agony.
Then Mum leant down and spoke into my ear. I had 12 strokes left. I could wimp out and face a different event. Or take the 6 each, but they would be with a different implement and would be the hardest possible. My gag was now removed. And I thought about it, and said get on with it. We had come too far to chicken out.
So it was Fran who took the first one. And this one tore into every bit of my butt. It was burning and stinging and mind numbing all in one, and before I had time to think the next soon followed again and again.
Then Fran took up position in front of me. She made it possible to kiss her beautiful boobs. Mum was to the side of me, she was tapping the cane adjusting her stance. And then she landed that cane. I couldn’t hold back. I swore and cursed and was close to tears. And I begged Mum saying no more. But she had 5 more. And a further 6 for calling her a bitch among other things. And again the cane landed and again I yelled this time not swearing. The rest were a blur, but they wasn’t wrong when they said they would be the most painful of them all.
It was over, I had survived. My ass was on fire, it felt as if I had petrol on-it and it had ignited. Then the straps were unbuckled.
But Fran stopped my getting up. She told me they were going to apply some cream to ease my discomfort.
And help with the bruising and dressing where the skin had split quite badly. Once patched up I was helped off the bench. It was Fran who firstly hugged me then Mum who hugged me really tight. And she whispered in my ear just how much she had enjoyed caning me, and how much she would like to do it again.
So we went down to the lounge, I had on my nightie and lingerie on underneath. And we sat on the sofa ready to watch the film they had made of my first caning and in Frans words…the first of many more to come.
They both cuddled up to me teasing my cock as we watched the film for the first time….
I will say in closing I did enjoy looking back at the film, I got one of the strongest erections I had ever had in my life, and when Fran brought me to climax. I k** you not. I ejaculated so hard that it hit the ceiling and still pumped out more but not quite as far. And I was then made to clean Frans hand from what she had caught from my spurts, and I was given no choice but to clean up her hand, which remarkably I loved……
Thanks folks for getting this far, and yes this did happen..x
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