The Things You'll Do For The Needs

I looked at the message and felt myself both flush from embarrassment and my jeans rise from excitement. I had experimented with something about six months ago. I had been in such need for getting a good spanking or giving a good spanking and I had been without either for such a long time. A guy I had met online was in the same predicament as myself. He was into roleplay as was I. His wife was out of town, so we agreed to meet for a mutual spanking, nothing else. I had never done a male-on-male spanking and wasn't interested in anything past a spanking itself as was he. It is terrible how that one need can control us.

When we had met, I agreed to be spanked first in a father/son roleplay. It was an 'OK' spanking scene, but it was plain to see he had not thought anything out ahead of time so for me it ended up as mostly a disappointment. His scene was a teacher/student one and I had taken the time to plan out the scene pretty much from start to finish. Needless to say, I was more satisfied about what I dished out then what I had gotten. We shook hands and parted ways thinking never to meet again.

But the message got my attention: "Sorry, I know you were disappointed in our meeting. After the scene you gave me, I realized how badly I had done in your scene. I would like to make it up to you if you were so inclined." I thought about it before I replied back. I hadn't had a spanking since we had that meeting. Meaning I was still in need of a good one. So, I confirmed I would be interested. A date was set, the Saturday after next. I was getting excited, but I was also prepared to be let down again. It was worth a try. Howard had texted me several times during the week, letting me know he had re-read my texts from before the previous meeting and realized I was into humiliation, both verbally and to some extent, physically. I needed to be scolded as I was spanked. He assured me I would not be going home disappointed this time. I spent many a night the next week fantasizing and jerking off in the shower.

I pulled up in Howard's drive at about ten Saturday morning and as I walked up to the porch, I looked at the barn behind the house. I wondered if I would be making a trip to there before this day was over. I had wanted to "be taken to the barn" for a good strapping last time but it didn't happen. I was daydreaming a bit when I started to knock on the door. It opened quickly before I had a chance, a hand flashed out and grasped my ear.

"You should have been home hours ago! I have had it with you and your tardiness!" The hand tugged on my ear dragging me through the living room straight to the kitchen table. "You better grab that table boy and don't let go!"

Grab the table I did as he grabbed the short wide paddle laying on the table. He pulled the seat of my jeans tight by the back of the waistband and landed a full twenty on my rear. He let me up and I was rubbing my cheeks, my eyes red and watering.

"Get your butt in your room young man, you have some explaining to do!" He prodded me in my back guiding me into the bedroom. There on the bed were several pornographic magazines, a fishnet body suit, and a pair of bright pink, shiny panties. "What do you have to say about this?"

I gulped and said: "Please Daddy I, I don't know what this is. "

He picked up one of the magazines and thrust it into my hand. "You don't know what this is? You don't know what this is? Read me the name of that magazine!"

I stammered and hesitated. His voice was louder and more demanding. "I said read it!"

I looked down at the magazine in my hand and read the title, "Daddy's little Sissy."

"Daddy's little sissy huh. Is that what you are? Daddy's little Sissy? Get your clothes off! Get them off now!"

"But Daddy", I pleaded.

"Get them off right now!"

I stood there with shaking hands and undid my shirt and laid it on the bed. Next came my socks and shoes then my jeans. "All of them!"

Finally, I lowered my underwear and stood naked in front of him. I could see myself in the full-length closet mirror, looking like a chastised little boy. I had shaved everything from my facial hair down for this little boy roleplay. I tried covering my penis. Howard, I mean Daddy merely smacked my hands away and spun me around and bent me over the bed. I could see in the mirror as he took his belt off and doubled it. I saw it raise and I saw the force of it coming down, and then I felt it across my bare ass.

"I can't believe my boy is a little Sissy!" Whaaaaap! "A little girly boy!"

whaaaaaap! with every sentence the belt struck my bottom. With every insult I was more humiliated. He only used the belt about ten or so times when he seemed to hesitate.

"Get up." I was rubbing my bottom, now there were tears flowing, I was getting into the role. "Quit your crying. I am going to give you something to cry about. Put that body suit on.!"

"Daddy I don't."

It was cut short. "I didn't ask you, I told you, get that Sissy body suit on NOW!"

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled it on getting my toes in the very end of the feet and sliding it up over my bottom and my penis, then over my shoulders, slipping my arms through the sleeves. I glanced in the mirror. my bare bottom was framed by the black lace of the open ass. The same way my penis hung out in the open at the front crotch.

"My goodness no wonder you're into sissy things, your little peter barely comes past the fabric of that suit. You are a little Sissy aren't you." I hung my head. "Don't stop now, pull your sexy little panties on Sissy!"

I reached down and slid the shiny panties up over the fishnets and wiggled them in place on my bottom and covering my crotch. Again, came the finger and thumb on the ear and I was led; half bent over to the Master bathroom. I was pushed over the edge of the tub with my hands holding myself up on the inside and my legs and bottom outside the tub. He pulled the panties down to my knees.

"I guess all good Sissies need to have their little Sissy Pussies cleaned out. "

I started to rise, this was going further than I wanted, but I was pushed back down. There was a rather large red enema bag hanging from the towel rack, and hanging from the bag was a long white tube and a larger than normal nozzle. But he didn't insert it right away, no he had something more sinister in mind. He stepped inside the tub and straddled my back, facing my bottom. I felt his legs tighten on my sides then I felt that swat of a thin leather strap go down the crack of my ass and the tip of it kissed my butthole with a sharp smack.

"Spread your legs you sic little Sissy, you are about to get that Sissy Pussy spanked."

Again, I tried to raise up but was unable to. He swatted hard down the outside of my thigh. "I said spread them you little faggot!"

I spread my legs and the leather struck down the center of my cheeks hard, over and over. I was squalling and crying as the tip caught my butthole every single time stinging like crazy. "What are we getting spanked my little Sissy?"

"My butt hole!" I cried out.

"I don't think so." The strap landed harder. "What are we getting spanked my little Sissy?"

"OWWW my little Poo hole!"

Again the strap landed on square on the center!

"Now really Daddy's little Sissy what are we getting spanked.?"

It dawned on me finally. "My little Sissy Pussy Daddy"

"That's right my little Sissy, we are spanking your little Sissy Pussy." The leather struck again and again until my poor butt hole was swollen and sore, I was crying and trying to reach back to feel as he stepped out of the tub and grabbed the nozzle giving it a quick greasing before shoving it past the swollen lips of my rectum.

"OWWWWWW."

"So how's it feel to get a little something shoved up that Sissy Pussy?" He started using the leather strop across my cheeks as he let the water start flowing. He swatted my bottom until the bag was completely empty. Daddy then jerked me up and slammed me down on the toilet. He slapped the leather close to my exposed penis as I emptied myself. He turned and refilled the bag again. I flushed the toilet and wiped myself gingerly. I got to my feet shakily as he finished rehanging the bag. "OK Sissy back in position!"

I bent over the tub; this time he just squeezed the bag hard making it rush into my bottom and empty it's self quickly. I was pushed back down on the seat just in time. As I set there, I thought I couldn't be more humiliated, but I was mistaken. Daddy grabbed my hair and pulled my face upward, a thick coat of lipstick was smeared on my lips.

"There now you are starting to look like a real Sissy! Clean yourself off and get your ass in the living room Immediately!"

I cleaned myself off, pulled my panties back up and made my way into the living room. He held the magazine in his hand, with the other he grasped my ear again.

"I think this calls for a trip to the barn and a serious strapping, and a good switching. All little girls hate to get their legs switched, I'm sure a sissy like you deserves the same treatment."

I walked half bent over outside and down the path to the barn. I was hoping no one could see me dressed like this. The barn was open, some horses were at the end in an open corral, to the right was a bench, one side of it was in the main room, the other was on the inside of the stall. barn and handed me the Sissy magazine, he reached down in the same movement and pulled my panties to my knees. He picked a green switch from a barrel of water and came behind me.

"Sissy I want you to read the area you had highlighted."

"Oh please no Daddy, no don't make me!"

The switch caught the back of my thighs. "I'm not making you, apparently you like reading it, it is so worn you have read it many times." Thwaaaccck. The switch hit again. Then again. I yelped and started reading it. The area marked was on the second page of the story and started on the second paragraph.

"I just love it when Daddy takes me to the barn when I am wearing my sexy Sissy clothes, it means..." I stopped for a second before I read the next out loud. The switch hit five times across my bare bottom before I continued. Sobbing. "it means Daddy it going to give me a real Sissy spanking and afterwards I will have to find some way thank him."

I stopped reading again, this time 'Daddy' pushed me over to the bench and bent me over it. I was struggling but he got a leather strap over my back and hooked it in place, leaving me totally at his mercy. I tried kicking but he grasped one leg and fastened it wide to the side then did the same to the other.

"I think little Sissies really need to learn their lesson!" With that he started caressing my bottom and telling me how it was such a pretty little sissy bottom. "You should be ashamed!"

And I was, I was so ashamed I had let this get this far. So ashamed my needs controlled me. His hand then became familiar with the insides of my thighs, my sac and finally his finger circled my exposed hole. I was struggling but I had let myself get in this predicament.

"Does my little sissy know what happens when they get tied up like this? Their legs spread so wide, their bottoms spread so wide? Their little sissy pussies so exposed and dare I say available?" I was whimpering, begging, pleading, crying no, no, no. He took the tip of the switch and trailed it up my legs, around my sac and circled my butt hole. "I think my little sissy is a little scared right now." He came up behind me and I could feel his rough jeans against my bare skin as he grabbed my hips. Then he stepped way, moved around on the front side of me. I tried to reach out to strike him, but he merely pushed my arm behind my back, then it took nothing to secure the other arm and I heard the handcuffs click in place. He stepped away and returned to the other side of the stall and I felt the belt that bound me to the bench being released along with the ones that held my legs.

"No, no, no you aren't going to get your sissy pussy fucked, not by this Daddy. But you are going to get the spanking of your life. With that, he sat down on a bale of hay and pulled me over his lap. MY limp cock went down between the legs of his jeans and he started slapping my bare ass, one cheek and then the other. Slowly at first, even softly, soft enough that my cock was starting to harden. It was rubbing between the rough jeans and his spanking started getting harder. As he spanked he scolded me.

"Little Sissy's need their fat little bottoms spanked don't they? The need to be paraded around in their sissy little outfits. They need to be shown what can happen to them when they act so shameful!"

His hand began hitting harder, alternating hard spanks with softer ones, as my breathing started getting harder, so did his spanks. My ass was rising up to his hand then was pushed down by the force of his hard hand. Then it happened, my cock, trapped between his jeans exploded. His hand hit harder and harder, faster and faster as I spent my seed against his leg. I lay limp, breathing hard, he was breathing hard as well. Shaking his hand trying to get the sting from it. My ass was pounding; I would not be setting well for a while. He rolled me off his lap but grabbed me by the back of my head, he used my face to wipe his jeans off.

"You better feel lucky I didn't make you lick it off!"

He undid my cuffs and helped me to my feet, the walk by back to the house in my silly sissy clothes was just as embarrassing as the trip to the barn. Back in the house, I was not allowed to wash my face off, not allow to remove the sissy outfit.

"Just put your clothes on over them, You are not to take them off until I call you tonight. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's Daddy to you my little sissy!"

"Yes Daddy." I was so spent, so exhausted. As I headed for the door, he stopped me.

"Ah ah, not so fast, you remember what you wanted before you left last time?"

"No please, I just can't. "

"OH yes you can and you will. You wanted bent over the porch railing for twenty of my best with the Razor Strop!"

"OH NO, I can't."

But I did, I bent over the railing, and he delivered twenty hard and fast then I ran as fast as I could to my car. My ass on fire, bawling my eyes out and I headed for home.

by Sizzlebuns