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Cuckupence TwentyFour
"The session started out like all the others my husband had orchestrated, except that this bull had been here a few times before - despite our agreed upon rule of no repeats. And that’s what really bothered me.
They started making out as soon as he arrived and we all headed back to the bedroom. My husband stopped me short, guided me back to sit on the living room couch, and told me that nothing about this guy would ever be for me anymore.
My mind was spinning, trying to process the implications of what that meant. How important had this guy become? How did he have such a stronghold on my husband? Was this my fault for not stepping up earlier? What the fuck did he think he was doing?
You’re damn right I got up off that couch. And I headed right back to our bedroom. My kneeling husband was just pulling down the bull’s jock strap when he noticed me. He sighed dramatically, apologized, and man-handled me back to the couch saying that things were going to be very different now, and that I’d better get used to it if I liked living here!
It took me six more minutes on that couch to try to get used to it, before I realized that I probably never would - not like this anyway. I got up again, walked back down the hall, and found the bedroom door now closed. I tried the handle and found it locked. So, I used the only key I had - the heel of my right foot.
My husband was incensed as I broke through the door. He pulled the nine inches of tube steak out from the depths of his throat and turned to lunge at me, trailing ropes of lengthening slime as he practically tackled me, ripped my shirt, cussed me out, and tried to force me out of the room. Or was it out of his life?
Pleading for help, I watched the bull calmly retrieve his wide leather belt from the floor and take a hard swing at my husband’s exposed bare ass.
My husband turned and shrieked at him to mind his own fucking business. The bull smirked and landed a well-placed belt lick to the side of my husband’s face that sent him toppling over.
I sat on our bed and watched my rescuer peel my husband’s bare ass with that belt, leaving him welted, demoralized, shattered, and yet somehow still just as dense. The bull tied him to the headboard to cool off for a while and asked if he could take me to dinner.
And here I thought that my husband in a cock-cage might be a more meaningful road to reconciliation.”
Real Spanking - Derek K. - Castle Pines, CO
"My Dad was tight on some things and looser on others. But he was consistently tough on respect. That was a big deal in our house, and I learned the hard way that respect and adolescence don't always go hand in hand.
My worst punishment came when I told him that I was going out to hang with my friends.
He reminded me that I was still grounded for having a bad attitude with my mom.
Told him I was tired of being grounded.
He told me that he was tired of my attitude.
I told him that was too bad and headed for the front door.
He grabbed me by my shirt.
I looked at him like he was crazy.
He marched me right into my bedroom.
That’s when I knew I was the crazy one.
He told me to put my hands on the floor and get my ass up on the bed.
He yanked my shorts down.
I called him an asshole.
He took off his belt and gave it to me bare assed - a double-serving that time.
I sobbed hard, knowing that I deserved at least some of it.
He put his belt back on and still seemed like an asshole.
I finished my grounding sentence in my room, alone, with a throbbing red ass.
He had a conversation with me later that night.
And I actually appreciated that a lot."
Cuckupence TwentyThree
“'What are you still doing here? The game was over two hours ago.'
'Ah, I just can’t go home.'
'What? Why not?!'
'Just, because…'
'Bullshit! Talk to me! What’s going on?'
'I can’t go home… because… he’s… because he’s there.'
'Hang on - Don’t cry!'
'My husband is at home… getting… getting railed by my older brother… right now! They said the apartment is off limits - to find somewhere else to sleep tonight, maybe even through the weekend.’
'Your own brother?! This sounds like that cuck-shit, right?'
'Yeah…. It is.'
'You into that? Other people fucking your man?!'
'Yeah… sort of. Or at least I was.'
'What happened?!'
'I started to pump the breaks on the arrangements, and they turned on me. They said it was too late - that if I didn’t go along with it I’d be out on my ass, permanently.'
'Whoa!'
'That’s my husband he’s fucking; in the apartment I’m paying for! For fucks sakes!'
'Let’s you and I take a walk back to your place!'
'No!! I don’t want to make a scene.'
'Really?! Who’s making the scene here? It sure isn’t you! Come on… We need to pick up some of the guys from the team on the way to your place.'
'They made me leave my keys, though…'
'HA! We don’t need any keys. A thick belt maybe, but not keys. Bros before hoes, right man?!'"
Real Spanking - Leon M. - Madrid, Spain
"'Think of it as a lesson in service, boy,' he said as he practically stared right through me. 'I meant what I said last night, after we caged up your cock: The entire house, cleaned top to bottom, white glove level.'
'Yes, Sir,' I quickly said, confirming that my plans for the day had just turned to shit.
'You’ve got just over eight hours to make it happen. Don’t waste that time! You know what to expect if you come up short. Don't you?'
'Yes, sir!'
'What will happen?
'I’ll get the belt, Sir.'
'You’ll get a set of ten in every room that’s not properly cleaned.'
'Yes, Sir.’ I replied sheepishly.
'Don’t worry about my breakfast. Just get started. I’ll leave the belt on the kitchen table where you can see it...'
'Thank you, Sir. I'll do my best.'
'I know you can be my good boy. And my belt knows you can too.'"
Cuckupence TwentyTwo
“’That’s him, on the bench press…’
‘Wow! He’s gorgeous! That’s the guy you were talking about before, right?’
‘Yeah! And he’s huge! He flashed me in the locker room yesterday!’
‘How big is he?!’
‘He’s big - a lot bigger than you - about twice as big!’
‘Babe, I’m over here…’
‘What!? Oh! Sorry. I just wanted you to see him…’
‘You want him, don’t you… like inside of you.’
‘Please, babe?’
‘But you won’t feel me for days.’
‘I promise I’ll follow all the rules! Please?!’
‘Ha! Don’t worry… It’s fine! But I’ll need to meet him first though - whether it’s a three way or not.’
‘Wait, really?! You wouldn’t mind if he took me back to his to rail me?!
‘Just explain the rules to him first! I don’t want either of you to be surprised if I have to take off my belt just because one of you wasn’t paying attention. I want to hear you tell him that both of your bare asses are on the line, and that it won’t feel anything like what you got from your dads. You can count on that!’”
Real Spanking - Jaime S. - Del Mar, Ca
"'Is he all right?'
'He's fine...'
'What time did he get home?'
'Just after three in the morning.'
'It smells like a brewery in here! I thought you talked to him about drinking at his age!'
'I did...'
'Well I hope you're prepared to give him a reminder!'
'I am... I left my belt curled up on top of his cell phone. He'll know...'
'I expect to hear tears over this! I can't have our son out there not knowing how to handle himself! I just can't!'
'Don't worry... It's a process. He'll know better by tonight. Trust me!'"
Cuckupence TwentyOne
“‘Jesus! Stop worrying about it,’ my know-it-all husband said as he shoved our bags into the trunk of the Uber. ‘Just get in the car, unless you want Drew to give you the belt before we even get to the airport!’ It was always about Drew, lately.
And as sure as the sun shines, and not even fifty minutes later, I was being detained by airport security for a secondary screening. I was wanded, patted down, taken to a private room, stripped, and asked to explain why my junk was locked in a shiny metal cock-cage!
They took photographs and peppered me with the most embarrassing questions: ‘Where was the key? Why would I do this? Who then has the key? Why would I let someone else do this? Could I blink twice if I needed help?’
By the time all was said and done, hours later, I’d been thoroughly humiliated and emotionally compromised. Meanwhile, my asshole husband and ‘our bull Drew’, had ignored my pleading phone calls, and my many texts for help, during my very preventable inquisition. It turned out that they’d both decided not to wait and boarded the plane to leave without me.
I was eventually released but they placed me on a temporary no-fly list until all this got resolved. And since I’d paid for our tickets to Puerto Rico, my asshole husband and ‘our bull Drew’ would be stopped and held at their connection in beautiful Detroit to answer questions regarding suspected human trafficking. The fact that there are no beaches or tropical drinks in Detroit wasn’t lost on me.
After my nerves settled, I made the best of things and checked myself into a sea-side resort forty minutes from our house. I sat on my hotel balcony, listened to the waves, and ignored the almost constant rings and chirps coming from my cell phone while Carlos from Hotel Maintenance carefully manipulated his bolt cutter against my swelling cage. It was good to be free.”
Real Spanking – Jeremy R. – Lafayette, TN
“’What the hell is he doing?’
‘He’s waiting…’
‘For what?!’
‘For me to take off my belt, yank down his underwear, and belt his ass raw!’
‘I thought he was just going to sit in his chair and watch us fuck?’
‘That was the plan! But we’re working on his misplaced jealousy today, which gets him the belt now!’
‘Just because he’s a whiny little cuck? Isn’t that part of the scene, though?’
‘It’s supposed to be just a scene, but he’s so insecure that he thinks you’re going to steal me…’
‘I might… You know how hot I think you are.’
‘Thanks, but no! It’s already too emotional for him, watching you pound me off the end of our bed.’
‘So… what do we do now?
‘Hand me your belt. He’ll cry harder if we use yours!’
‘Mine?!’
Cuckupence Twenty
"‘What the fuck are we doing?’
‘Would you stop?! You’re overthinking this…’
‘We’re getting married in thirty minutes, Jared! And you’re going to be standing at the alter with your frat brother’s load leaking down your taint?! What the actual fuck is going on?!’
'That's how it goes, my little cuck! Just think of it as something borrowed. Maybe you should bring something blue, like a black and blue belted ass! What do you think?’
‘I’m so glad we’re getting married! You really get me!’
‘Pull your pants down and bend over the bed! We’ll make it quick and painful. Try and keep the noise down this time!’”
Real Spanking - Miguel S. - Amarillo, TX
"The following interview was transcribed - all portions of which were reviewed and edited by the interviewee and subsequently authorized for release in the following format:
Miguel Sanchez (MS): 'The most memorable? Well, I'd been working with my oldest son Michael, to refine those parts of his behavior that would prove to his mother and I that he was capable of keeping himself out of trouble, before he left for college. But the more pressure I exerted, the more defiant he became. And it all came to a head one afternoon the summer after he'd graduated high school.'
Ryan Holder (RH): 'How much of your approach would you attribute to this being your first born son?'
MS: 'Ha! As my first-born, Michael bore the brunt of my fatherly efforts. I was determined to make him, and all my sons really, know how to conduct themselves as respectable, soulful people.'
RH: 'Did your approach change as a result of your experience with Michael? Did you exert the same standards with your other sons?'
MS: 'We raised three teenaged sons at the same time. I really want to be able to say that I treated them all equally, but it never works out like that. By the time my third son was old enough to get into deep trouble, all I had to do was remind him of how much his brothers cried when I took my belt to their bare asses. That was enough to get him to pull his own head out of his culo.'
RH: 'But that wasn't the same for Marcus, I imagine. What happened that day?'
MS: 'Well, he'd already been grounded at the time. I'm not entirely sure I remember why. But it obviously meant nothing to him.'
RH: 'What did being grounded mean back then?'
MS: 'Being grounded meant not leaving the house - period. And it certainly meant not running to the park for a pick up game. And it also meant not lying about it when he was caught coming back home. Being grounded, for my sons, meant spending a week in the house with no outside influences and often times a long list of extra chores.'
RH: 'So, how did he respond to being caught?'
MS: 'He had no idea I was back home. He was certainly shocked!.'
RH: 'How'd you handle that?'
MS: 'I remember how upset I was - at his total defiance. I had serious doubts about how we were going to trust him to do the right thing in college if he couldn't accept a simple punishment at home. I doubled down on his ass! I told him that he'd be spending the rest of his original sentence in his room now- with a belted red ass.'
RH: 'Was that something you handled immediately? Or something you'd consult his mother on before hand?'
MS: 'Oh, it was immediate. His mother and I were certainly on the same page. I told him he'd be going right upstairs - No passing go - Directly to jail. I told him he'd be there for the rest of the week, with his door constantly open so I could watch him 24 /7.'
RH: 'Was the belted red ass an immediate repercussion? Or did you make him wait and wonder if you'd forgotten all about it?'
MS: 'I never forgot. I handled it right then and there. I told him to stand up - to drop his shorts - and to bend over my desk. I told him to put his chest down and wait right there while I went upstairs to get out the belt. I remember I told him that I was going to use the special belt this time...'
RH: 'Special? How?'
MS: 'It wasn't that special - it was the same one I usually used on my kids when they needed it. But it sure got him thinking. And I left him there long enough to really think!'
RH: 'How'd he take it?'
MS: 'Partly like he knew he deserved it. But mostly like he couldn't believe I gave it to him as hard, or as long, as I did. It wasn't too bad, just more than he was expecting.'
RH: 'Did it sink in?'
MS: 'Eventually - I sent him to his room to cry it out. I walked by his open door three hours later and he was still obviously emotional. I didn't reconnect with him until much later that night - when I left a sandwich on his night stand just before midnight. He woke up and we talked it out. That really helped clear the air and he understood that I meant what I said earlier - that he still had a few more days of thinking left.'
RH: 'All for the better then?'
MS: 'He understood the message. I was glad that not all my boys required the same approach to make that connection.'
RH: 'Thank you, Miguel! i appreciate your time.'
MS: 'My pleasure! I hope this helps other dads out there.'"
Cuckupence Nineteen
“‘What’re you grinning at?!’
‘I have a surprise for you! Don’t be mad…’
‘What the fuck is it?!’
‘You’ll see! He’s in the bedroom.’
‘It better not be a dog, asshole! I told you we’re not getting a dog!’
‘Nope! It’s definitely not a dog. It’s more like an otter with a gym membership.’
‘Oh my god! What did you do?!’
‘I just wanted to apologize for being a jealous little cuck the other day. And I thought this would help.’
‘Well… You’re on the couch for this one. You owe me! And no fucking interruptions from you this time! Do you understand?!’
‘Oh, absolutely! But are you sure you can handle more than one round with a cock as big as his?!’
‘Anything’s going to be more satisfying than that caged nub between your legs. Don’t you worry about me. I can handle it all.’
‘I hope you can handle the fact that he’s got an insatiable belt fetish like you’ve got a bad attitude!’
‘What?!’
‘Oh, nothing - Just get in there and have fun! You deserve this, babe! You really do!’”