Monday, February 19, 2018

the Genie of Fantasy #28 My small penis

In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or just fall asleep, and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.

I knew I had a small penis.
Well, I didn't know it until Dad told me.
Up until then,I had nothing to compare it to. I'd never seen a real one on another guy, or pictures, so I was oblivious.
But, I when I was entering 7th grade, which meant being naked in a locker room to undress, and shower after class, Dad knew I'd be seeing others, and probably comparing my own to others I saw.
SO, he talked to me in private, and gave me a long talk about ... the birds and the bees, if it's still called that,  giving me more information on human sexuality than any 11 year old might be expected to know.
And he summed it up with a discussion about penis size.
That it really doesn't matter.
That some idiots thinks it takes a large penis to satisfy a woman, and that if you have a small penis, it detracts from your manhood...
And there would probably come a day when guys in the locker room may or may not make fun of me.  
So he gave me the information so that I could deflect such discussions.

7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade .. the guys didn't seem to know the difference or care.
10th grade, either.
BY 11th grade, I was getting looks, smirks really, and guys looking at me, and walking off with buddies while laughing.

I went to a school party, dateless.
I had gone outside to get fresh air, and three girls on the cheerleading squad came up to me.
Donna said to me, while the others smirked, "My boyfriend Don told me that you have the smallest dick in the locker room!"
I said calmly, "That might be true, but has Don personally measured every one of them?"
They laughed at that, and walked away.
Later another girl, Amy, also on the cheerleading squad, came up to me. 
"Are you ready for the trig test on Monday?"
"Yeah, for sure,  I got it cold."
"Well, I don't, there's things that got me stumped still."
"Sorry to hear that."
"Will you help me?"
"Hows that?"
"Tutor me."
"Um, when?"
"Sunday afternoon."
"I'm not sure I can get out, can you come over?"
"Yeah, my parents are out of town, I've got the car."
"Great ... 5 o'clock?"
"And I heard the other girls teasing you about..."
"Doesn't bother me."
"It doesn't?"
"Not a bit."

I showed up at her house the next day.
Her mother opened the door.
"Hi, I'm here to help Amy with trig..."

"She's not home right now."
Of course, I thought to myself.
I heard her cell phone in her hand ring.
"Hello?  Yes, he's right here." She handed me the phone.
"HI. I'm so sorry I'm not there, I went to the mall with the girls, and they gave me a bad time about getting home, especially because.... you know..."
"We're on the way now.  15 minutes, can you wait?"
I handed the phone back to her mother. "Fifteen minutes, she said."
"Well come in and wait then."

I went in 
Amy arrived
We went to her room, and opened our trig books.
After awhile, I could tell, she was taking furtive glances at me, a look of curiousity.
I said, "You want to see it, don't you?"
"Um what?"
"You want to see a small one, but you don't know how to ask."
"Well," she blushed, "Yes."
"So have you ever seen a real one, small medium or large?"
"Not a real one, only pictures."
"Then you aren't going to start with mine.  The perception of big one versus small one is ridiculous anyway."
"UM, why is that?"
"Because," I said slowly, "A woman does not derive pleasure from the size of ... the penis inside her vagina.  She gets pleasure from stimulation of the clitoris, the bundle of nerves at the top of her vagina, from a male point of view, or for you, the point of your vagina closest to your face.  If you've ever self-pleasured, and I'm saying you have or have not, and there's nothing shameful about doing so anyway, you've probably noticed how much better it feels rubbing that particular part, as opposed to, well, sticking something inside."

She blushed. "Yeah .. maybe."
"So, a guy does not need a big penis to pleasure her, he just needs to know how to do the act in a way that stimulates that particular area.  As such, the penis is just a delivery mechanism for the semen to get inside and make impregnation possible."
"Remember this, the first time you do it with a guy.  Ask yourself, does it feel good with him inside you there, or does it feel even better if you're having that part rubbed, or you're rubbing it yourself."
"Yeah, sure..."
We returned to the trig books.

We started dating, and being together all through that year, and summer, and through our senior year.

College:  I headed for Houston, she headed for San Francisco.
We communicated through face time apps, talked all the time, saw each other on breaks from school when we went home.

After college, we both landed jobs in coding, in the Tech area.

But at home, before the jobs were due to start:
I asked her to marry me.
As long as we had been together, it did not come as a surprise to her. In fact, she looked like: it's about time.
"Before I say yes, and I am going to, I need to tell you something."
"I'm not a virgin."
"Oh.... and?"
"That does not bother you?"

"Mmm no."
"Do you want to know with whom, or how many?"
"More than one?'
"Doesn't matter what you chose to do when you weren't with me. I don't recall declaring an exclusive relationship, but sure, it'll probably come out some time, so .. how many?"
"Um, four."
"Okay, so that's been talked about.  Anything else?"
"Do you want to know if I enjoyed it?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, tell me if you enjoyed it."
"No, never, not at all.  None of them seemed to care about me,  they cared about putting it in, finishing, taking it out, and moving on."
"Well... some guys, younger immature ones, are going to be like that."
"I'll bet you aren't."
"One way to find out."
"So have you....?"
"Have I, what?"
She rolled her eyes. "Had ... sex?"
"You couldn't find any action?"
"There was ... plenty available ... but I didn't?"
"Thinking about me?"
I sighed.  "I was really concentrating on my studies.  When I got ...horny, which was often, I um took care of it myself so I could move on and get back to studies."
"So you didn't think about me?"
"Well, I did.  I tried to picture you in my mind ... naked... while I was self pleasuring. So there."
"Soon, you won't have to imagine anymore, because I do want to marry you."

Wedding: a church affair, with family present.

Wedding night:  we entered the honeymoon suite at the hotel.
We looked at each other, then kissed, longingly.
The kiss broke off, and she said, "Now what?"
"I think there's a game on t.v."
She pushed me away, "What?!" Then she saw the grin on my face.
"Very funny."
"I think, I will take a shower.  You may present yourself in any fashion dressed or undressed that fits whatever fantasy you had for this night.  I'll come out of the bathroom ... naked, and you'll see the fine mess you've gotten yourself into."
She chuckled.  
I went into the bathroom, stripped and showered and dried, and returned to the bedroom.
She was laying flat on the bed, naked except for white stockings and garter belt.
She looked me in the eyes, as I approached, then looked down, and smiled, and said, "So  what's wrong with that?"
"I never thought there was anything wrong with it, it's just small based on average comparisons created by doctors."
"And who cares about that? Get up here."
I got on the bed. She tried to pull me up to her face, but I stopped, and pushed her knees apart, and my face down to her crotch, and I began licking all her nether parts.
She began to moan and gasp....then arched her back and moaned in a loud climax.
I continued, and she ... did it again, moaned loudly in a second climax...
then a 3rd.
She grabbed my head and pulled me up to her, and whispered, "So THAT's what an orgasm feels like...."  
She kissed me deeply,
And I mounted her, slipping my nub easily into her moistness.
I moved my hips on top of hers, pushing down so my groin made full contact with the top of her vagina, and pushed in and out and she moaned again and again, and climaxed again ... and I spewed inside her.
I pulled out, and rolled on my back next to her, and we lay there, catching our breath.
"Time to clean up," I whispered, and I knelt between her thighs, and began licking and sucking my cum out of her pussy, making sure to engage her clit as I did so, until she gasped and bucked in another climax.
Then I got up next to her.
"Oh my God" she whispered, dreamily.
"Mmm hm."
"I used to hear stuff like:  size doesn't matter, it's how you use it, and now I really really believe it."
"Mmm hm. One problem though.."
"What's that?"
"It's not long enough to have anal sex."
"You want to fuck me in the ass?"
"Didn't say one way or the other if I want to.  Just saying, I can't, it won't reach."
"Then maybe we'll have anal sex the other way."
"The other way?"
She chuckled.  "Me + strap-on to you."
"Oh," I said, chuckling.
"Hmm. I didn't hear you say,  no fucking way."
"Nah, I'm open to try almost anything."
"Yeah, at least once, see if I like it."
"How about ... spanking?"
"One guy I was with, really wanted to spank my bare bottom with my hand. I figured, why not?  So, it hurt a little, not a lot, really just kinda stung. Then when he got on top of me, he came in like 20 seconds, rolled off me, said 'I gotta go' and he got dressed and left. Never saw him again, didn't want to.  And another guy... wanted me to spank him, like a naughty little boy. So I put him over my lap, and he came while I was spanking him.  He blushed and apologized, we laughed about it, then he suddenly remembered some thing urgent he had to do, and he dressed and left.  Never saw him again."
"So in your experience, spanking is a way to end a relationship."
"Well, I don't think it would happen that way between us."
"Probably not."
"So, would you rather spank me, or be spanked by me?"
"We should try it each way, and see what we prefer."
And with that, I had another erection, and I moved on top of her.
Afterwards, I rolled off of her. We lay together, and I closed my eyes, and dozed off.

POOF! I was back in my living room.

Sunday, February 18, 2018


1. You are not punishing your man - you are protecting him from his perfectly normal lack of self-control…

2. You are not denying him sexual pleasure. In fact, when you do release him from his male chastity belt, sex will feel better for him and his orgasms will become much more intense…

3. You are not denying yourself the sex life you deserve. While he’s locked up he’ll use his mouth and fingers to provide you with sexual satisfaction on a regular basis. And, there are ways that you have satisfying penetrative sex while he is still under lock and key…

4. Men will try to claim they need to have regular orgasms to stay healthy. This simply isn’t true. They do need to have ejaculations every so often; but you can make this happen in a matter of minutes without him getting an erection or having an orgasm…

5. Hundreds of thousands of married couples are in the male chastity lifestyle. It’s not kinky. In fact, the odds are that several of your friends already have their husband’s crown jewels locked away…

6. When done correctly, your man will feel more loved by you than he did before male chastity became a part of your life. In fact, most men eventually thank their wives for insisting on the lifestyle…

7. While at first you’ll only keep him locked up for a few days at a time, eventually he should be restricted to eight to 12 orgasms a year. This is more than enough…

8. Over time he’ll start to feel like more of a man, because he’ll know that all of his sexual energy is going towards pleasing you. He’ll like the fact that he no longer feels like a little boy who can’t help but play with his little pee-pee when you are not looking. Instead, he will be saving himself for you…

the Genie of Fantasy #27--Every day for a month

In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.

Mary was PISSED.
I had made a huge scene at the market, nearly getting into a fight until security came along and separated us.
Mary was furious about being so embarrassed in public.
We drove home in silence.
After bring in the groceries, she looked at me and said, "Strip now, and stand in the corner there, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you, and I need to calm down first, then think about it."
I stripped, I went, I stood, still red from a 'fun' spanking she had given me before we had gone out.

After quite some time, she called me to her, and said, "Stand right there and listen.

  Here's what will happen. Tomorrow is the 1st.  For the entire month...
  On your days off, you will spend your entire time around the house in TWs, nothing else.  IF you need to go out front, you do not dress. If you need to go out back, you do not dress. If your friends or mine are coming over, you do not dress. Three times a day, on your days off, I will tell you to go to the corner, and lower your briefs.  You will then wait until I call for you, and I will spank your bottom bright red... then end you back to the corner until I say when.  That's three times each day.
 On your work days, you will come home, take a shower, put on TW, and report to the corner, until I call for you, and I will spank you,and send you back to the corner.  This will happen a second time before bedtime, when I send you to the corner to wait for your next spanking .... and corner time.
  Do you understand me?"
"Y..yes ...dear."
 "Good.  Go back to the corner.  The first spanking will happen, soon enough."
I went to the corner and waited.

After an hour, she said, "Okay, come over here, and get on the bench."
I got
She applied the zombie killer paddle, and the tawse, to my buttocks, as I moaned an grimaced and clenched my teeth.

Fifty strokes of each she applied.
My bottom was burning and throbbing.
"Back into the corner," she hissed.
I went to the corner and stood, for a very long time.
And I whispered, "Teenie Genie, take me home."

POOF! I was back in my living room.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Training your man

Training Your Man
The Feminine Side of Spanking

By Ms. Harriet Marwood
Professional Disciplinarian & Spankologist
I guess this is simply an article about spanking, since the woman’s point of view is all I can ever speak from no matter what I’m writing about. But there does seem to be a difference between the way men and women relate to spanking. As with just about everything else, for men, spanking triggers the erotic urges, even if starts as true discipline. Women spank for lots of different reasons that might often include an erotic element but can also be completely devoid of it. 

Being a professional disciplinarian I do a lot of spanking. A lot. Once in awhile I do find it titillating but most of the time gratification comes in seeing unruly "boys” knuckle under and admit their deficits and promise to follow my wise dictates. The power of driving my point home through embarrassment and pain is very satisfying. I guess my mother was right when she told me that when I grew I’d understand that discipline is love. 

If all women understood how much power they could have by disciplining their man perhaps spanking would become not only mainstream but commonplace in modern relationships. I have not found one single client who, when I bark at them about how easily distracted men are… how they all seem to require a regular refocusing of attention, did not instantly agree to this truth. Ladies, men need to be trained. You know it, and what’s most surprising, they know it too! And if you do it properly, most actually like it and are much happier falling into more positive and productive behaviors. They also seem to thrive in a system of deterrents and rewards… and in the certainty they can have when they know the boundaries of the world they share with us. As you know, few men can fathom our thinking and are constantly surprised by our expectations of them. They are continually surprised at our anger and frustration at them. As obvious as it may seem to us, they usually don’t understand why they are always getting taken to task, even the best of relationships.  

Behavior modification can work extremely well in teaching your man exactly what makes you happy so there is no doubt, no grey area. No room for error. Spanking can be a very clear cut -- not to mention exciting way to administer that behavior modification. The best way to implement this is to find a time when you and your man are relaxed and congenial, sit him down and tell him your plan to begin training him, laying down the structure of this plan in a simple straightforward way.  Men do not respond well to complicated or convoluted constructs. You can even include rewards as well as punishments. (Only the two of you know what rewards will motivate.) However, the important thing is that there are consistent and unpleasant spanking consequences for breaching the expectations you set up. 

For example, if you have repeatedly told your partner you’d like certain specific demonstrations of affection to occur regularly – or even just on occasion – in order to ensure that YOU feel inspired to have plenty of sex play, but he gets lazier and lazier about that, well, write that down on your short list.  If you need a fair amount of his participation in the household chores, list exactly what they are and how often his help is needed. Clearly defined, specifically delineated actions are essential. It must be measurable, to be fair. Men don’t do well with hints and vagaries. He needs to know when he’s gotten the job done. Or not. And then… And here’s the most important thing: TOTAL CONSISENCY. Just like training a puppy, when the rules are broken, punishment must be administered as soon as possible. The further the punishment is (in time) from the bad act, the weaker the association and the slower the improvement. 

Next thing, the spanking has to be uncomfortable. You have to create consequences harsh enough so that he takes you seriously. A few timid love taps won’t do it. If you’re going to take this on you have to be ready to deliver the goods! If it helps you in committing to it, just know it really IS for his own good. When he knows he can’t get away with pushing and testing you, he’ll start paying attention and you’ll be surprised how capable he actually is at comprehending your demands AND remembering them. Of course he is. He has a job, right? And he could never get away with being a slacker there. But men are a lot like dogs. Left to their own devices, they like to lie around, lick their balls and eat. But if you round them up and take them outside and throw the ball, they can’t resist chasing it, have a great time doing it, and feel much better after being put through their paces. Don’t be afraid to put your man through his paces. He can handle it. 

If your man is already a spanking enthusiast, half your battle is done. If you’re a novice, however, you may feel self-conscious or hesitant. Being amenable to spanking, I’m sure he’ll be willing to practice with you before you start your "curriculum” to make sure you know how to swing a belt, hairbrush or paddle effectively and safely. Remember, you don’t want to strike too far above the ass crack, so as to avoid the vulnerable kidney area. That can be hazardous to his health. BUT… here’s something he may not want you to know: it stings like a sonofabitch if you land a few hard smacks to the back of his thighs. So if you need to get him take you seriously, try that a time or two! 

After you inform him that there’s a new sheriff in town and she has new no-nonsense approach to things in the household, you must provide him with clearly stated rules of expectations, infractions and consequences. My suggestion is to start with consequences that will make him uncomfortable, but leave room to escalate if after his first few punishments he has not gotten with the program. He has to know that things can always get worse. And as I said, you must be consistent. To be clear, here’s a mock scenario. 

Hubby works hard but so you do. He doesn’t mean to be selfish at home but he’s just oblivious. You’ve told him 100 times to throw his clothes in the hamper, rinse his random glasses or dishes and stick them in the dishwasher. You’ve asked him to call you before leaving work to see if you need him to pick up anything. And so on. Yet day after day, it’s like you’ve never mentioned these things before. Now you make a list. Best to keep it short. No more than 10 items. Instead of punishing for every little thing, you decide to use the demerit system.  Everything on the list has a points value according to how important each item is to you. Not picking up dirty clothes earns him 3 demerits each time, while not putting dishes in the dishwasher earns him 5 points. When he’s accumulated 20 points (or 30, 40, 50, depending upon how frequent an offender he may be) he is informed there will be a spanking when he gets home. 

When he arrives, there is no delay. You take his coat, march him into the room and demand that he drop trow. Make him grab his knees… Bend him over the bed… have a straight-backed chair sitting there and pull him over your lap. Whatever is appropriate – or suitably humiliating as the case may be. You deliver your spanks with commitment, as hard as hubby can handle. Use your hand, a hairbrush, his belt, whatever you feel inclined to do, but I suggest that for a punishment spanking (rather than a recreational one) you do NOT give him a warm-up. Just have at it! 

You can set a predetermined number for each point value, or you can agree that you will give him whatever you feel like giving him according to how much his neglectfulness has displeased you. I promise that if you maintain complete consistency with this program, and you trust that he’s sturdy enough to handle a hard enough spanking to redden his cheeks and make him squirm, your message will start getting through. But the trick is, you must continue the punishment until he has demonstrated that he wants it to stop. And then he must (a) apologize and, most importantly, (b) articulate exactly what it was he did wrong and/or exactly what he needs to do going forward to satisfy you enough to stop spanking here and now. 

Some people with low pain tolerance will respond with punishment that calls for a designated number of spanks per infraction. People with a higher threshold usually require that you punish them till they start acting contrite and/or plead for you stop. It is often not until this point that a man starts to release his defenses (or his cockiness) sufficiently to admit to himself that he really did do wrong and should admit to you that he knows what his faults were. 

You need to develop a style that works for all concerned. It can be effective to put him in a room alone for a goodly amount of time to ponder and dread what’s coming to him.  Fretting over when it will finally begin. Some people prefer to leave the naughty boy in a room alone afterwards, devoid of stimulation (no computer, TV, stereo, work product – the bathroom can be perfect for this) to think about what he’s learned. Some prefer to comfort or caress the punished person, letting them feel that they’ve paid for their crimes and all is forgiven if he shows improvement. Whatever ideas germinate, try them. See what works best. This is just a jumping off point to get your imagination churning.  

The thing to keep in mind, ladies, is that men want your approval. It’s kind of engrained in them since childhood. Also, spanking is a form of attention and everybody likes attention. If you do it sincerely and seriously, your man will take you seriously and submit to his fate, because deep down he knows he brought this on himself. Oftentimes, men repress the fact that they’re fucking up so they don’t have to deal with the conflict it engenders in their conscience, but they know on some level that they’re guilty of bad behavior. These men can actually derive satisfaction from being punished. It relieves stress and guilt and allows them to delete these conflicted "files” off their mind’s database. Men like things to tally up. Whether it’s conscious or not. 

Last but not least, whether you start out with a guy who is already predisposed to spanking or not, any form of intimate contact is usually arousing or stimulating to men. So often a discipline program like this can re-kindle some sparks that have fizzled due to the demands of routine and overly busy lives, which most of us seem to have. When you carve out half an hour once a week or twice a month to call your man out for his neglectfulness, you create an opportunity for putting attention on one another that will frequently otherwise fall through the cracks into oblivion. It often generates more closeness and even more erotic fun. Not to mention creating a situation where increased communication arises organically, since there you are – face to face with no other distractions for a few minutes. 

One caveat here: since spanking CAN be erotic, especially for the man, if you are really angry at him, command that he go in the bathroom and sexually "relieve himself” BEFORE the spanking begins. This will make it hurt more when it does occur, trust me! 

In conclusion, I cannot stress enough to you ladies what an opportunity you have here to train your man to make you happy. ESPECIALLY, if your man is already a Spanko. He will be like an eager puppy if you announce that the rules are changing and you’re taking charge! Once you get him in line with the issues of general courtesy and household lifestyle participation, you can move to areas like romance, ways of sexually pleasing you, acknowledging special occasions by actually remembering what kind gifts will thrill and delight you. The list of things he can do for you is limited only by your imagination… Men like to please their women; we are just too damn confusing to them for them to figure out what the hell we want. That is why almost all of them respond to training. And once schooled, they are usually quite pleased with themselves when they get the job done.  So remember now and then to give him a nice treat for his efforts. Just like a good little puppy. 

And remember, the lovely people at this website have provided you with an extensive catalog of fine quality, affordable toys to keep your training program effective. I have many of them in my own collection, so I can guarantee that! Now go and play safely. 

Bottoms up!

Harriet Marwood, Spankologist

the Genie of Fantasy #26 -- a visit from cousin Dee

In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.

My older cousin Dee came to visit, coincidentally time with my parents' need to go out of town on a business trip.
I went about my business, which included getting up in the morning to go to my summer job, and returning in the afternoon, whlle Dee played tourist in our fair city.
THe first afternoon, I came home and took a shower as I usually did after work, and lay on my back, naked, on the bed, for a leisurely wank.

I had forgotten for the moment, that Dee was staying with us.  She wasn't home when I arrived, so I didn't think about her and left the door open.
I did not hear the front door open, and in a moment, she was standing at my door, watching me.
"Well, now," she said, and I looked up.

I was surprised, but not embarrassed as, well, such things don't embarrass me.  Mom had walked in on me masturbating once or twice, and she just turned around and closed the door.  She has since learned how to knock first.
"Forgot you were around or I woulda closed the door," I said matter of factly. 
"Then I would have missed this," she said  "May I help?"
"I have some ideas on how you can really enjoy it.  Hold on."
She disappeared, and returned with baby oil and gloves and a leather sandal.
She sat down next to me and said, "Lift up your legs."
With gloves on, she rubbed lotion on my penis, and began stroking, and put her right index finger into my anus and began moving it around...

And I climaxed with a huge load.
"I gasped, and after I caught my breath, with a smile on her face, she said, "Now get up and over my lap."
PUzzled, I did so...
And she began applying the flat side of the sandal to my naked bottom

 as I wiggled and moaned and begged her to stop.

Stop, she finally did, and I had barely kept myself from sobbing and crying.
She pushed me upright, and I reached back to rub my scorched bottom, and she grinned, "Wasn't that fun?"
"For WHO," I gasped through clenched teeth.
"For both of us, I think," she said. "I'll leave you to enjoy the burn, and think about it, and who knows, you may be up for something similar, after dinner."
She left me alone in the room.

Turns out, I was up for something similar.

Next day, I came home from work and she was in the living room with friends.
Female friends
I came in, and she said, "Hey ... so, I told my friends about the fun we had last night..."
I frowned, and said, "You had to?"
"Of course.  And now, they want to see everything for themselves."
"Of course they do," I mumbled.  "So, now what?"
"You get to stand there in front of us, and strip naked!"
"Right."  As I said, I don't embarrass easily if at all, so... I stripped down to TWs then slowly tugged them down and off
And I stood.
Dee got up to stand next to me, and started stroking my penis 
Until I spewed, in and all over her hand.

She smiled as she cleaned up,  then she picked up a hairbrush, and sat in a chair,  and went about slapping my bottom.
Hurt, yes. But nothing I couldn't handle somewhat stoically.
Then she let Friend #1 have a turn.
Then Friend #2.
AND Friend #3.
By which point, my bottom was sore, tender, and worn out, and so'

I was struggling and squirming and gasping and moaning and  crying.

She FINALLY stopped, and they all laughed, and one of them said, 'Make him go stand in the corner.."
"Oh, good idea. Jay, go, in the corner there."
I got up and went.

"That was SOO much fun,"
"True that.  But we are going to give him a break.  Look at his bottom, jeez.  We probably will do this again another day, but we're done with him for tonight."
"Okay, sure.  Now, didn't we decide on going for pizza?"
"That's right we did. Let's go."
They started to leave.  
Just before walking out the door, Dee said, "You can turn around whenever you want, and we'll be gone for hours."
The door closed.
I turned around, and ruefully rubbed my bottom.
Then I whispered, "Teenie Genie, take me home."

POOF! I was back in my living room.