Invention of masturbation
I discovered masturbation at a young age, I think around 4-5. At the time I was scolded or even taking a beating quite rarely. Once or twice a year. After I was doing the crap and being scolded I was sent to my room without being allowed to play with my toys. Then, I found my job on my own. My little rooster was always at my disposal. I put it between my thighs and rubbed it until I got that pleasant feeling of relaxation. And that was the beginning. Of course, at that time it was not about fluid leaks.
In time the punishments became more frequent and more intense. Both mom and dad were using increasingly tough, more painful, more effective implements. The hand become belt, switches and, finally THE CANE. Alternating with with electric cables, plastic cords or what ever was at hand. After each punishment I was sent naked to my room. Here masturbation. Admiring my fresh spanking marks. Taking my new hairy cock between the tights. At 11 I had my first ejaculation. Gosh, I was so scared! My tights, my legs, my pants, the bed sheets were full of sticky fluid. I had to clean all this mess. Alone. No one could help me, of course. There was a matter of time to make the connection: crap – spanking- masturbation – ejaculation. At 13( I love this number!) I took my heart in my teeth and told my anxieties to a close friend of mine who was at the boarding school. I thought he will be shocked. And he really was: “what, didn’t you know that?! I do this every day, sometimes twice or even three times a day. All our colleagues do it. Sometimes we do this together in a mutual way. And yes, spanking make us so horny.
And, as if that weren't enough, I found something else. Our school uniform contained, among other things, those miserable, odious, wonderful, exciting white knee socks. Boys and girls were wearing the same color of knee socks. And as I got home from school with a bad grade or some notification from the teachers, I was immediately "processed" by my mother. She had a special dexterity to peel the banana, so I quickly ended up being naked. Systematically remained those white knee socks and shoes on, thing that did not bother her at beating me anyway. Thus the chain began to expand with a new ring: crap – spanking- white knee socks - masturbation – ejaculation. Sometimes I could not hold myself and a few times I ejaculated even during some spankings, on my mother’s lap. I think you can imagine what happened next! And, you know, at that time I hated spankings. Stupid me! Suddenly, with no other explanations, at 16, spankings ceased. Was it because I was enough old? Or perhaps because mom was enough with my sperm? I still have questions about it. Normally, I continued to masturbate. Always wearing white knee socks(now I have a large collection). Occasionally I use different punishment implements(I also have a large collection). I'm not using them quite every time, but 20-30 times a year. I really miss my parents' spankings. I crave the hard caning, whipping bare bottom, the remaining marks.
In time the punishments became more frequent and more intense. Both mom and dad were using increasingly tough, more painful, more effective implements. The hand become belt, switches and, finally THE CANE. Alternating with with electric cables, plastic cords or what ever was at hand. After each punishment I was sent naked to my room. Here masturbation. Admiring my fresh spanking marks. Taking my new hairy cock between the tights. At 11 I had my first ejaculation. Gosh, I was so scared! My tights, my legs, my pants, the bed sheets were full of sticky fluid. I had to clean all this mess. Alone. No one could help me, of course. There was a matter of time to make the connection: crap – spanking- masturbation – ejaculation. At 13( I love this number!) I took my heart in my teeth and told my anxieties to a close friend of mine who was at the boarding school. I thought he will be shocked. And he really was: “what, didn’t you know that?! I do this every day, sometimes twice or even three times a day. All our colleagues do it. Sometimes we do this together in a mutual way. And yes, spanking make us so horny.
And, as if that weren't enough, I found something else. Our school uniform contained, among other things, those miserable, odious, wonderful, exciting white knee socks. Boys and girls were wearing the same color of knee socks. And as I got home from school with a bad grade or some notification from the teachers, I was immediately "processed" by my mother. She had a special dexterity to peel the banana, so I quickly ended up being naked. Systematically remained those white knee socks and shoes on, thing that did not bother her at beating me anyway. Thus the chain began to expand with a new ring: crap – spanking- white knee socks - masturbation – ejaculation. Sometimes I could not hold myself and a few times I ejaculated even during some spankings, on my mother’s lap. I think you can imagine what happened next! And, you know, at that time I hated spankings. Stupid me! Suddenly, with no other explanations, at 16, spankings ceased. Was it because I was enough old? Or perhaps because mom was enough with my sperm? I still have questions about it. Normally, I continued to masturbate. Always wearing white knee socks(now I have a large collection). Occasionally I use different punishment implements(I also have a large collection). I'm not using them quite every time, but 20-30 times a year. I really miss my parents' spankings. I crave the hard caning, whipping bare bottom, the remaining marks.
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