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Date Posted: Friday, January 30, 2015, 10:06: pm
Well, Tina, the answers to most of your procedural queries can be found in the posts in this forum. There are enough practical experiences related that you should be able to construct the procedure pretty easily. As to the penis punishment, I doubt that any genuine doctor would provide an answer about how to do that, even to a willing partner.
Then as in the question about procedures, there are quite a few posts about spankings, both of semi-adult children and spouses for you to figure that out and enough about embarrassment and humiliation as well.
I'd suggest that any kind of physical punishment to your husbands penis or testes be kept to a minimum. While it may look like a weapon when erect and he is about to enter you, it, or they are really very tender organs and some excessive punishment might make fathering children difficult or even impossible in the future.
Try domestic discipline, privately at first and get him to perform household chores. Add spankings on his buttocks, bare, of course, they seem to be out there for a good paddling and they generally recover in a few days.
You might make him do the chores naked or allow him to wear some of your old clothing, a faded sundress, a lace apron or a short pink slip, one that barely covers his genitalia.
The next step would be to show off your domination to a sister or female cousin, your mother or even his mom or a female relative.
If you have a girlfriend or co-worker who seems likely to take part, invite her over for coffee one evening after you have reddened your husband's heiney.
Let him join you as if nothing had happened and watch for signs of him being uncomfortable sitting. Laugh at him and ask him if his behind hurts. He will get flustered and probably make some inane excuse.
Tell your friend that that is just a story as he has good reason to be uncomfortable, " Right sweetheart? " as you smile at his embarrassment.
When he tries to lie, let him tell his story of falling or whatever. Then you will eventually just tell him to turn around and unbuckle his slacks.
If he demurs, warn him that disobedience will earn him another ten licks right here in front of your friend.
If he does unbuckle his pants, reach over and pull them down, followed by his undies, saying, ""let's get these panties out of the way."
My sister always called my drawers, boxers or briefs, my "panties," because she knew it would embarrass me. When you pull his undies down be sure they reach his knees or better yet, his ankles.
Then let him stand there while you allow your friend a good look at his sore heiney. Try to discuss his spanking at length and let him think that this will be over soon.
My sister also would say things like, " Look at those chubby pink cheeks, Phyliss" as she'd reach over and pinch me somewhere that it hurt. (One of her BFFs was named Phyliss.)
If I jumped or pulled my cheeks together she'd say"Oh, poor baby, I guess that hurt" and she'd rub my behind gently saying "Oh dear, feel how warm his red heiney is," inviting her friend Phyliss or whoever was her audience that night to feel my behind as well.
Sometimes her friends, and almost always Phyliss, would stroke me there and agree, "Yes his cheeks do feel quite warm, what did he do to deserve this punishment?"
My sister, Kathy, would be waiting for this and would quickly follow up with "Turn around, Danny, and tell her what you did, or, what your forgot to do"
Often she would give me a hard bare handed slap on the most sore spot to remind me to do what I was told, right away.
When I managed to turn around with out falling, remember my pants and underwear would be at my ankles and keeping my balance as I tried to pivot about was not easy, especially since I'd almost always automatically try to cover my front, at least with one hand.
"I didn't tell you you could play with yourself, did I?" She would then order me to put my hands to my sides and start explaining whatever it was that gave her cause to spank me. Sometimes she'd say, "If you can't keep your fingers from your boy play toy, lock them together on your head." Then she'd smile and tell her friend, "I only let him masturbate once a week or on special occasions when he has been especially good."
By then I would usually be close to tears from the humiliation, and Kathy might decide to show her how swollen my balls were, "Look at how full he is" grasping my penis and raising it out of the way so my ballsac could be viewed without obstruction "Let me get this little stubby thing so you can see his "family jewels".
While Kathy orchestrated this little scenario several times, I mostly remember her friend Phyliss, because she was quick to take part, often reaching between my legs and cupping the testes in the palm of her hand saying something like, "They are soft and pink, but not as large as (whoever her current boy friend, possibly an imaginary one, is. ) and he looks like he has been shaved," just to humiliate me further.
Meanwhile sis would be prompting me to explain why I had been punished and I'd be mumbling as tears dripped down from my eyes across my cheeks. "Speak up little boy, or should I show Phyliss how you cry during a spanking? That would be accompanied by another sharp crack across my already sore hind cheeks.
Use your imagination and try some things out and you will enjoy punishing you hubby.
Well, Tina, I started to make a few suggestions for you and slipped into relating some of my own experiences.
All you need is an active imagination and the nerve to take control.
As I wrote at the beginning there are many similar posts telling of ways to humiliate your spouse.
Once one of Kathy's friends mentioned that the ball sac did look swollen and Kathy decided that I should release my pent up hormonal juices in front of them. That wasn't as easy as it might seem and by the time it was done my shaft was sore and reddened from rubbing, which gave them something else to examine and comment on.
Another time as I stumbled through the spanking explanation she noticed that I seemed distracted by something near her friend and so she leaned over so she could see around the table where she discovered her friend's bare legs were apart a little and her short skirt was bunched up quite a bit so her white thighs were very visible that I could almost see her panties.
That got me pulled over Kathy's lap for another twenty or thirty slaps on my behind, and then I had to strip off my pullover shirt and get the pants and boxers off so I was completely naked. Her friends would laugh and watch me almost fall getting the ankles out of the tangled clothing and folded neatly on a nearby chair, followed by a trip over her friend's lap for a few more spanks.
All the while as I struggled to undress and control the tears that began to be obvious, Kathy would be scolding, " Let's see if the naughty boy likes the tables turned. How do you like being completely exposed for us all to see you." She might also add, "Now apologize to my friend for being a peeping Tommy."
As for playing doctor, there was one evening when one of the ladies living down the street, quite a bit older than my younger sister was sitting at our kitchen table when I came into the kitchen. I had mentioned to my sister that my stomach seemed unsettled all day.
For some reason Kathy mentioned it to the neighbor and she asked "Where does it hurt?" I guess I put my hands on my stomach just inside my belt. The neighbor asked if we had a stethoscope and Kathy got the old one mom had used when she was sick from the downstairs bathroom. The older woman began to probe my belly and held the "scope" to just inside my belt. Kathy interrupted and deftly unhooked the buckle, unsnapped my jeans and slid them down a few inches.
As the woman listened to stomach noises she seemed to drift lower and lower toward the groin and suddenly Kathy again reached over and grasped the elastic band on both sides pulling my drawers down to the lower part of my thighs. "There, that should be easier," she said and before I could let go of the pants that I had been holding, my sister said "don't you dare", with a firmness that let the neighbor know just who was in charge. As the shorts cleared my groin area my semi-erection popped out and the neighbor said "well that looks like it works, anyway" and I was mortified as I really didn't know this woman at all and had only seen her on her porch as I passed along the sidewalk.
"I wish I could get my husband to shave down there, it looks so much like a clean little boy, she said. "How do you do it ?" she asked me, and Kathy jumped in with, " I shave him about once every month or so."
"Well it looks like he is ready for another shaving, here and" moving her hands lower, " down here." Then to me," does this hurt there, or here, "as she gently probed from one side to the other with her fingers and kept applying the end of the old stethoscope to each spot, finally slipping her fingers between the scrotum and my inner thigh. "Have you been lifting anything heavy recently ? Now cough, dearie."
I said "What", sort of wincing, "Cough, if you have a torn belly muscle it will hurt as I hold pressure here and you cough." I could feel her fingers roaming around in the groin and on the side of my balls.
Of course, I remembered the family doctor checking the groin and testicles for a hernia this way several times over the years so, seeing Kathy glaring at me, I did as I was told and coughed, "Again",this time I could feel her fingers upward pressure, but there was no pain. She shifted her hand over to the opposite groin bumping hr hand on my thingy as she shifted it over, repeating the pressure and having me cough several times.
Then she felt the testes, one gland at a time asking me," These aren't sore are they, does this hurt ?"
I guess the embarrassment of being almost naked in front of not just a stranger, but realizing that any time we passed in the street or at the supermarket where she worked she'd be able to visualize my exposed "privates" and how it felt going through this examination got the best of me and I sobbed. "Did I hurt you ? Don't cry," she said, still holding my tender parts.
"No, Maam." I sobbed, feeling like I was about to lose control of my emotions compcletely.
While she was still holding my penis, for what reason I do not know but it began to shrivel up, "This looks okay, a little small, but a nice clean circumcision scar."examining it closely, and then glancing off to Kathy who had been watching the entire procedure, "I always preferred boys and men who were not hooded or smelly, with not so much pubic hair that it looks like a forest there."
Then turning to me she asked, "When did you last move your bowels ?"
I was taken aback for a moment but answered "A day or two ago, I think."
Could it be three or four days ? she asked, still manipulating my poor embarrassed thingy. "I guess so," I said.
Mrs, whatever looked at Kathy and asked if there was an enema bag in the house. Kathy said "Yes, in the downstairs bathroom."
When I heard that I said "Wh-hat ?" But before I could resist I was being propelled toward the master bathroom. The one upstairs was smaller and would have been crowded, but the bath, shower and tub downstairs was much larger and almost instantly I was in there with no hope of escape, standing completely naked on the clod tiles.Our neighbor saw the pink rubber bag hanging where it had been since our mom had died and soon was filling it with warm soapy water. I was told to lean over the sink counter and spread my legs apart. Kathy had a big grin that I could see in the multiple mirrors, and the neighbor was adjusting my legs and feeling by hind cheeks with her fingers. She said "I'll put some Vaseline in here so it goes in easier."
I could feel her poke her finger in the hole and wriggle it around a little. I could feel my thingy expanding and getting stiff. Mrs. Whatsher name noticed and laughed saying, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it ?".
In went the black nozzle and I could feel the water rush in. I guess I was really impacted because I didn't hold even half the bag of water before i was begging to take it out. They did, "Now sit down quickly and let it out.' I'd have objected to them standing there watching but dump it out but I almost lost control before my hind cheeks were safely on the seat.
I tried to clean myself but they guided me up and back over the counter. One of them washed my heiney and the neighbor showed my sister how to put a little more lube in place. The tube went in the second time with a refilled bag. I managed to hold it that time so the bag, hanging from the bathtub curtain rail was quickly emptied.
We went through the dumping process quickly and I forgot about being modest, moving in place without guidence and spreading my cheeks as wide as possible. The third time was a charm and I heard her say "See there is almost clear water passing out"
That time I know it was my sister who stood behind me and wiped everything off with a damp cloth, including the back of my ball sac. Once we were all cleaned up they went back to the kitchen table. Kathy told me to put an old night shirt on when I went upstairs and then come down. I did tht and wondered if I should put drawers on too, but figured I'd better do it just as I had been told. When I came down they were finishing coffee and the neighbor had the stethoscope on. She raised the front of the old night shirt and said, "Now is no time to be shy, boy, just let me listen to the intestine noises.
She did, placing the cup in several spots and the for some reason softly cupped me down there again saying, "You're a real cutie" before she let me go.
She turned to Kathy and said that she should check my stomach in the morning and run one more bag of warm soapy water through, to be sure it is all clear.
Kathy smiled, I guess at that idea, and I knew that she'd be right there with the bag ready to flush me out again.
That happened, more or less, just that way, Tina, with a few minor alterations and you should be able to invent your own "Playing Doctor" with your husband and the help of a friend.
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