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* BAD ATTITUDES GET BELTED ASSES * FOR OVER 18/21 IN YOUR LOCAL AREA ONLY * MATURE CONTENT * OWNS NO UN-MARKED IMAGES * CUCKUPENCE IS REAL *

[nebraskacattlecid2-deactivated2]

[urban-farmer-in-nor-cal]

[ryeholderx]

Cuckupence Seventeen

“‘Hey, cuck! I’m gonna to breed your man tonight!’

‘Excuse me?!’

‘You heard me! I’m gonna to take your man back to your place and ruin him, bareback!’

‘Wait, what?! Don’t you have a girlfriend?’

‘What about her? She’s not going to wash my cum stains out of your sheets! And she doesn’t have to smell the stank I’m gonna grind into your mattress! No, that’s your job now – you’re the new cleanup cuck! In fact, I’ll give you the first night off. Just make sure you sleep somewhere else tonight. I don’t want you in the way.’

‘Ah… I don’t think so! That’s unacceptable!’

‘Really?! What’re you going to do about it, cuck? You gonna swing your little fists like you swing your little two-inch dick and pretend like you’re a man now?’

‘No... I’m gonna go out to the parking lot, rip the license plates off your car, report it abandoned, and have it impounded. Then I’m going to call up your girl, wake her up, and tell her that you just lost that car in a pool game at a gay bar, and that you won’t be home anytime soon because you’re too busy taking anonymous loads in the back bathroom just to get the chance to try and win your car back before she finds out.’

‘What?! What the fuck is wrong with you, man?! I was just kidding!’

‘Did he put you up to this?’

‘What?!’

‘Did my drunk-ass husband put you up to this?!’

‘Yeah… But he told me you get off on this shit!’

‘Oh, I do! But it’s nowhere near as fun as belting a drunk himbo’s toxic bare ass in public! So unless you’re planning on walking home tonight, you can just hand me your belt and drop the back of your pants right here!’

‘Jesus! You guys are fucking crazy!’

‘Never try to outplay a cuck! It never ends well! Now get the fuck outta here!’

[anglofranco]

[ryeholderx]

Real Spanking - Jason W. - Minneapolis, WI

"'When I got the call from my son's coach that afternoon, I was shocked. I thought I was prepared to handle a surprise from 'left-field' like an un-sportsman like conduct call during a game, or a bullying accusation during practice. But being put on academic probation was something I never expected!

Tommy was very studious. He was adept, adaptive, and respectful about everything, except keeping his room clean. Academic probation indicated a long standing problem - one that he hadn't disclosed, one that he must have been lying to me about.

I reached my son on his cell-phone as soon as school let out. He knew that I wasn't happy. I told him to go straight home, strip down, and park his bare ass on the living room couch and think - think of any possible reason why jeopardizing his college admission and academic scholarship didn't deserve the belt.

Heavy tears were unusual for him at this age, no matter the punishment. So hearing him cry before we hung up meant there must have been more going on than I realized.

My son came out to us as gay that night. It was heartbreaking and tearjerking. And almost an hour later, his mother and I had heard it all - all about the boy he was infatuated with, their dates, their first kiss, and their first time. I couldn't have been any prouder of him and yet I'd never felt like a bigger failure to him.

I promised him that that I would always be his father, his mentor, and his friend - but that tonight he needed a father. I asked his mother to leave the room, that I had some unfinished business with our son that she may not want to watch. My son's eyes widened in shock as I stood up and removed my belt.

I told him that he was getting the belt tonight because no one will ever love him enough to hold him accountable like his father will. I gave him seventeen licks for being put on academic probation.

I never felt closer to my son as we talked afterward - never felt prouder to be this exemplary young man's father. I could only hope that he felt the same about me.

I shared this story years later, shortly after he graduated college, at his wedding to the same young man that had captured his heart all those years ago."

[b-a-w]

[redbeardy]

[ryeholderx]

Cuckupence Sixteen

“Well, it was like this… My shrimp-dicked husband was in the kitchen with us, silently standing his ground, and ignoring our bull’s order to go wait in the other room because I was about to be penetrated, pounded, and impregnated right there up against the stainless steel refrigerator. But my husband wasn’t having any of it and he clearly wasn’t about to go anywhere.

It was pretty much a stand off - you could’ve heard a pin drop in all that silence. I was shaking like leaf as I quietly reached for my phone and pre-dialed 9-1-1, just in case.

So, our bull starts to unbuckle his leather belt and pull it out from around his waist. He folds it over into one hand and reaches for the waistband of my cuck-husband’s sweatpants with the other, tugging them down one side and then the other.

He exposes my man’s micro cock-cage, grabs hold of his balls and practically drags my man right up and over the kitchen counter. It was something to see, let me tell you…

But to answer your question Officer, the bull’s belt struck my husband’s bare ass several times before my husband’s fist ever returned the favor to our bull’s face. But we don’t want to press charges! You know… boys and their toys kind of thing, I guess….

Let me wash the lube off my hands and sign my statement!”

[deagrath2]

[ryeholderx]

Real Spanking - Eric F. - Rollingwood, TX

"I only meant to skip one class that day, but I never showed up to school at all. And that's what got me into so much trouble.

I was smart. So I really didn't have to apply myself in my senior year of high school. There were more important things in life to be stressed out about than a perfect attendance record and a squeaky clean image. It was much more fun watching the next door neighbors move in - especially their muscular son who kept glancing at me a few seconds too long every time he'd emerge from that moving truck.

I know I saw him look at me and grab his crotch - plain as day. And he fuckin' winked at me when he did it! He went back to helping the crew unload the truck and I went back to sticking my hand in my pants! I had to see what this guy was packing and I had zero guilt about ditching school to do it!

I had the house to myself, so I set up shop in our backyard. I started out in a speedo, laying in a lounge chair by the pool. When I couldn't catch his attention, I moved to skinny dipping on a pool raft. I'm not sure he put two and two together because it seemed he was absolutely clueless - too focused to catch on. I was beginning to think he was straight, like that had ever stopped me before.

I propped myself up over the wall to watch him struggle to get a big box up into the house. But I was too focused on the way his sweaty nylon shorts rode up into his ass to recognize that someone had just pulled into our own garage.

I jumped back into the pool before just before my dad came through the garage door, strode onto the pool deck, and looked at me like I couldn't have been genetically related to him at all.

His gaze bore a whole right through me and he asked why I wasn't in school.

I told him it was an at home-study day.

He told me that wasn't what the new neighbors had called to complain about...

He lowered his hands to waist and unbuckled his belt. And that's when I knew there was no escape. I stared at him as he slowly went through the motions - folding the belt over into his right hand and rolling up his shirt sleeve with his left. He told me get my bare ass out of the pool!

The whole neighborhood could've heard what happened next - as he shoved me over the patio table and laid into my wet bare ass with his belt until I was sobbing apologies. The entire moving crew suddenly appeared on the neighbor's upstairs deck and watched the whole thing... every damn lick to my already welted ass.

Was it worth it?

The following day I officially met my studly new neighbor, James, in his front yard. He looked at me and asked me how my ass felt. Then he winked at me...

I told him to feel it for himself."

[urban-farmer-in-nor-cal]

[anglofranco]

[ryeholderx]

Cuckupence Fifteen

"I just lay there on the living room couch like I’d been doing for the past three weekends, listening to the sounds of the bed squeak; to the sounds of my bottom husband Brian moaning, and begging to be fucked harder; and to the sounds of his bull Mark struggling to verbalize himself into a fourth load.

'Oh my God! I'm... I'm almost... I'm gonna... God damnit, squeeze your fuckin' hole, bitch!'

I used to dream about catching Brian being with someone else. I'd fantasize about all the ways I might find out - coming home early and catching them in bed, or asking him how two separate business meetings in the same week could keep him out past one in the morning, or maybe innocently seeing some other guy's provocative texts on his cell phone.

The reality was nothing that dramatic, or satisfying. Brian simply drove us over to Mark's house that first weekend, with no preludes or permissions, and we all wound up naked in the master bedroom. Less than ten minutes later, I was escorted out, put on the couch, and literally ignored until we went home two days later - not one word.

I laid on that same couch each weekend, for the next three weekends, hoping that one of these visits would demonstrate my commitment as a cuck to everything I was wiling to be for my husband and Mark to be happy. But I just wasn't so sure anymore.

By the third weekend, I was sick and tired of listening to those tools fuck while I denied myself orgasm like the good boy they wanted me to be. I became disgusted by every kiss, slap, and slurp I overheard, but not enough to stop me from eventually pulling out my own cock, beating off furiously, and finally blowing one of my largest loads up into my beard and hairy chest. It was a personal best!

It felt so good that I decided to work up another load, right into Mark's favorite coffee cup. He wasn't amused at his first sips the that morning and tried to convince my husband to cage up my cock right then and there. That idea turned sour very quickly when I told him that his ass would feel my belt long before my cock ever felt any cage. Brian seemed just as turned off by my response and I couldn't have cared less.

Later that night, I realized this wasn't true cuck life - at least not the cuck life I wanted or one that had ever read about. I realized that if I wanted something different, I'd have to stand up for myself and take it.

I fished out my belt from the pile of my clothes beside the couch, grabbed Mark’s house phone from the kitchen counter, and and calmly walked myself down the dimly lit hallway toward the bedroom. The sounds of their muted moans and slurping grew louder with every step. I twisted the door handle and was surprised that they’d actually locked me out. That only solidified my mission.

'Go away, cuck! There's nothing for you in here anymore. He’s mine now.'

The bare heel of my right foot landed three inches off-center of the locked handle, breaking the hardware, sending wood and metal fragments flailing to the floor and imbedding the swinging door an inch deep into the wall behind it. I re-gripped the belt tightly in my right hand, hit redial on the phone in my left, and walked in to create my new reality.

'We’re done here, Brian! We’re leaving!’ I glared. 'You’ve got three minutes to pull on some pants and get your ass in the car or I'm using the safe-word and leaving without you.'

‘Jesus! What the fuck is your problem, cuck?’ Mark stammered, trying hard to wiggle his spit coated ass out from under my husband’s slime-covered face. ‘You’re going to regret this after I take him from you permanently!’

‘That’s not how any of this was ever going to go, Mark.’

‘Things change, cuck! You’re not the darling husband you thought you were anymore.’

‘And you’re not the darling father your daughter thinks you are, either. Here, there’s someone on the phone for you…’

'Dad?! Are you all right?! What’s going on? What the hell is a cuck? Where’s Mom?'

'You're an asshole!' Mark whispered.

'Cucks are a lot of things, Mark. But behind the scenes, they’re always in charge. Just ask Brian.’"

[hotwater901]

[ryeholderx]

Real Spanking - Xander R. - Cape Town, South Africa

"My worst? Well, that was probably the time I left the house while I was already on restriction.

I had just started seeing someone a few weeks before, and I couldn't bring myself to tell him that we'd have to cancel our plans because I'd just been grounded.

My parents didn't know that I was gay, not that they would've let me out of the house even if I was straight. So I just snuck out anyway. He was quite a few years older than me and I was more worried about him finding out that I was nothing more than a prep-schooler on punishment.

The date went well enough to realize that I needed a shower as I snuck quietly back into the house. But that was going to have to wait as my father flipped on the front room lights before I’d even closed the door.

It was a memorable punishment, by South African standards. I know my parents meant well but I’d never been given the cane like that before.

[nature-travel-photography]

Saitama, Japan - Author: petallwhirl

[blokefromausus]

[ryeholderx]

Cuckupence Fourteen

“'You’re making this way too easy!'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, you drive your husband over here and then encourage him to spend the night with me. But you excuse yourself to go sleep on the couch before our clothes are even off. And now this morning, you’re bringing me coffee in bed and cooking us breakfast?'

'Pretty much… So how’d it go last night?”

'Well, I don’t think he knew that I was hung as big as I am. I think I might’ve been too much for him.'

'But you loaded him up, him, right?!'

'Yeah, once! I tried to go back in for seconds this morning, but he didn’t think he could handle it again so soon.'

'Oh, he’s gonna handle it, alright! How many loads do you think you can put out this weekend?'

'Shit! I don’t know, about three a day I guess - so maybe four or five more if you guys stay the weekend!'

'Great! Then you sweet talk him into keeping that horse cock of yours buried and busy. Use his own belt if you need to! You just leave the cooking and house cleaning to me!'

'Hang on! What’s the catch?!'

'No catch, really - except that by the time you’re done, his eyes should tear up every time he hears the words bull, breed, horse, hung, more, again, cheat, flirt, or belt!'

'Wow! You are one crazy cuck, you know that?!'

'Crazy?! Nah, just smart!'"

[6xy2]

[ryeholderx]

Real Spanking - Brandon L. - Sebring, Florida

"It wasn't that I never got into trouble, because I did. But I was careful to weigh the pros and cons of my shenanigans first, so that if I caught a punishment for something it would have been worth it.

My punishments were never anything I couldn't handle - until my Dad caught me cutting class during final exam week in my senior year of high school. I weighed the consequences and decided that skipping class was a low risk for a high reward. My buddies and I had plans for a naked-day at the lake with our girlfriends, which seemed a lot more fun than my American Literature final.

I hadn't even been on the expressway for ten minutes before my Dad texted me to turn around, right now. He gave me twenty minutes to meet him at back at the house, and that any delay would have 'meaningful consequences'. That's when I knew I'd bitten off too much.

The lecture started in the driveway, the minute I opened the car door. He pulled me out by my bicep and marshalled me into the house, lecturing me about all the usual bullshit - my responsibilities, grades, trust, disappointment, life-choices, academic standing, and of course disappointment.

He pushed me into the living room, up against the arm of the couch, and told me bare my ass and bend all the way over. He turned to climb the stairs, yelling down at me with each step, finally asking me if I'd packed any protection to use with Katy at the lake. That's when I knew I was in deep, deep shit. That's when I started to worry.

He came downstairs with a wide leather belt dangling from his right hand, while he rolled up his shirt sleeve with his left. He usually never gave me the belt. I hadn't even thought that was still a possibility at my age.

He gave me seventeen for ditching class. And I got another seventeen for not bringing protection. He made me call Katy and apologize immediately after - tears and all. It was the same with my American Lit teacher who probably pitied my condition and graciously allowed me to reschedule the exam for a full letter grade lower. "

[urban-farmer-in-nor-cal]

[anglofranco]

[ryeholderx]

Cuckupence Thirteen

“You guys miss me yet?! Here’s a pic of me from this morning, just in case you do. I know you told me not to bother you; that this vacation is your ‘time away with Jake’, so I hope you don’t feel this is an intrusive husband text.

I felt bad about our conversation, when I dropped you and Jake off at the airport: when you thought I was prying just by asking what you guys had planned; when you told me to shut up because I’d never be anything more than a caged thing to you; and when Jake told me just to go home and cry it out.

Bye the way, I had dinner with your parents last night. They insisted that I stay after I dropped off all your stuff back at their place. Your dad was nice enough to help me break my cock cage off. And now your mom wants to know if you wear a cock cage too! After clueing them in, your dad’s convinced that you’re overdue for a cage of your own - along with a heavy dose of his belt.

Anyway, I’ve got plans next Tuesday but your dad said he’d meet you and Jake at the airport. Now that ought to be interesting! Enjoy a peaceful rest of your ‘vacation’, babe! You’ve earned it…”

[homeofavillain]

[ryeholderx]

Real Spanking - Jören W. - Helsinki, Finland

"As if moving in with my boyfriend Lars that fall wasn't stressful enough, my parents hovered over every detail, pointing out everything that could go wrong.

'You're too young for a live-in relationship, Jören. What if your new job doesn't work out? You should've stayed home and saved more money. Is this Lars’ underwear or yours? No, put those plates on a lower shelf. Where’s the new bedding we bought you the other day?'

Eventually, the pressure got to me and I snapped, very rudely, in front of everyone. Everything came to a standstill. My parents politely gathered their coats and excused themselves. I turned to Lars for sympathy, but he only shook his head in disappointment.

He handed me a box my father had bought for him. He told me to open it. I peeled back the over-folded flaps and removed a foot-long strip of leather with a wooden handle on one end and two split tails on the other. I looked at Lars with incredible embarrassment. He knew.

'Your father said this might still be useful. But I never thought it would ever be used before we even unpacked. Drop your pants, Jören. Get down over that table. Twenty-two licks with this thing just might kill the both of us. Remember I love you.'

[anglofranco]

[ngel4u]

[ryeholderx]

Cuckupence Twelve

"You doing all right out here? This isn't too much for you, is it?"

"No, I'm fine. I guess..."

"He wants bottled water."

"They're right there on the bottom shelf."

"And he wants to know why we didn't have them out on the bedside tables, like he asked."

"Fuck! I'm sorry... "

"Baby! Come on! You know enough by now to follow his instructions!"

"I know... I'm sorry! Kostas wants what Kostas wants! I hope your Bull isn't 'too' upset..."

"My Bull? He's OUR Bull! And now he's dead set on belting your ass because you forgot. Maybe you should think about that while you're sitting out here on your unblemished backside, listening to us moan, while he pile-drives me into next week."

"You know he's going to hold you accountable for my mistakes, right?”

“What?!”

“He told me last night that if I fucked anything up today that he'll belt your ass beet-red for my screw-up! You might want to think about that! I might have 'forgotten' his water, but I’m sure I remembered to leave the belt hanging over the closet door, like he asked. Do you think he might go any easier on you if you hand it to him yourself?!

"Wait…WHAT?!"

"I told you I'd had enough of this guy three weeks ago, didn't I? I also told you that you'd pay for not listening to me. Remember that? You’d better get back there! And here, don't forget his water... again."