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Date Posted: 17:51:26 04/14/19 Sun In reply to: Ulysses 's message, "True Story-Introduction" on 19:42:14 08/12/18 Sun Our secret meetings to this point had always been on weeknights, but it worked out most conveniently on a Saturday afternoon. No kids, no work, no real plans, as good a day as any to get my ass beat. It was about 10:30, I had chewed on some left over pizza and brushed my teeth, but little else. My hair was disheveled wearing an old t-shirt and grungy sweat pants that were overdue for the wash when a knock came upon my door. I was shocked to see Circe looking ready to dish out some harsh discipline. This was also against the rules we had laid down. All meetings were supposed to take place at her house, which is private and practically sound proof. I protested but she pushed her way in. We exchanged how-do-you-do's and I offered her a cup of coffee. She accepted the coffee, but she came for business. On my nightly reports I mention my lack of housekeeping. The living room passed inspection, but the kitchen, although not a total disaster wasn't exactly clean. She dragged me into the bathroom and I thought she would faint upon seeing it. I have to admit, the bathroom was filthy. Clothes on the floor, sink and vanity scummy, the toilet wasn't too bad, thank God, but the shower looked as though something could grow in there. "Come with me, young man! You are in BIG trouble!" She led me to her car and drove me the few blocks to her house lecturing the whole time. The necessary tools were already on the couch. She led me by the ear, ripped down my sweats and in an instant I was over her knees having my butt set ablaze by an onslaught of her hand. She rubbed and probed then welted my ass with the hairbrush. Oh, but that bathbrush stung and blistered like I couldn't believe. Led blubbering to the bathroom, my nose pushed against the wall, she soaped a toothbrush. It had rubber on the handle. She fingered my asshole with her soapy finger, then pushed that toothbrush all the way up to the ridge for the thumb grip. She demanded that I clean her sink and vanity and the toilet. With my face wet from tears, sweats around my ankles and toothbrush firmly in my rectum I started scrubbing her sink and toilet with her standing behind me, arms folded lecturing the whole time. Her bathtub was only a little bit cleaner than mine. "That tube needs to be scrubbed spotless! That's where you're going to get your enema!" I was torn at that moment between worshipping her and punching her in the face. This entire episode happened so quickly from the time she showed up unexpectedly at my door, busting her way in, having my ass set on fire, things shoved up it and finding myself scrubbing her bathroom. Without question, on my knees, sweats around my ankles, bristles of the toothbrush peeking out of my exposed asshole I set to work with scrub brush in hand grinding away in the cleanser paste. I was finally relieved of that toothbrush from my rectum, but only to be dragged into the kitchen, thrown over her knees on a straight back chair and given about a hundred meaningful swats with that bathbrush that had me begging for mercy. The only mercy I got was to be pulled, begging back to the bathroom, stripped and ordered on my hands and knees in the bathtub. I tried not to watch her mix up a soapy solution and fill the enema bag which she hung from the shower rod. She positioned me on my elbows with my head on the tub. I struggled to hold it. The entire bag inside of me. I felt like I was about to burst. I barely got my blistered ass on the toilet before I exploded into the bowl, Miss Circe standing over me, obviously enjoying her power. When I got cleaned up and had some time to think I wondered what the hell had just happened. Before I could say "Look, this is insane", I was again over her knees enduring a lengthy session with the hairbrush. She took me back to my place and although no loud spanking took place which could bleed through the walls for my neighbors delight, sweats around my ankles, toothbrush poking out of my asshole and watched while I scrubbed my bathroom until it was so clean you could eat off of it. She sat me on a hard chair in my kitchen on my excruciatingly welted ass while she cleaned my kitchen a bit, rummaged through my fridge and cupboards and fixed us something to eat. She seemingly changed personalities just like that. She insisted I go back to her house and once there insisted I spend the night. I protested somewhat, but realized it was futile. She cooked a magnificent dinner, I got spanked, we cuddled, she gave me a blistering hairbrush spanking before bed and we fell asleep. I got another blistering spanking before she took me home. Then I had all Sunday to try to figure out what the hell had happened. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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