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Since My Early Youth
By Susie Hoare
Since my early youth (prepubescent) I had an interest in dressing
as a girl and also an interest in having my bottom spanked. I
used to play a game with my younger sister in which I would dress
in her clothes, and we would be two girls. However even at that
early age of 7 or 8, I used to like pretending to be a stripper
doing a strip tease. I never had my bottom spanked or caned as a
child but I loved comics where spankings were shown and I used to
fantasise about being the boy being spanked.
These interests never entirely went away; but they did abate
until I reached puberty, at 14. Then I used to dress in my
sister's clothes when she was out. I ruined a few pairs of her
tights too, since I couldn't resist whipping myself with a wire
coat hanger when I was dressed like that, and the seat of the
tights tore. She never said anything though.
At school and at college too, I was very shy of girls but I
always generated a lot of interest among them. I was told I was
good-looking but I don't know what constitute good looks in a
man. Girls were always interested, and some of them really threw
themselves at me (this is true, I am not bragging!).
I was desperate for a girlfriend too, and almost all of these
girls turned me on (and some of them really turned me on - I used
to masturbate myself silly just thinking about them). However, I
was just too shy to do anything about it. And it wasn't just
shyness: I just didn't know how to go about talking to girls and
chatting them up. Of course, many boys suffer this kind of
anxiety in their mid-teens; but I was still like it at 21!
Fortunately for me, in my last year at college when I was 21 an
attractive girl, Nicole, picked me up. I didn't know what to do,
but she was patient. For a few months we screwed several times a
day. I even managed six times in one morning. I moved into her
place but the sex got less frequent, and after about 8 months we
hardly ever made love at all. Whenever we lay in bed and I wanted
sex, I would just move her hand to my cock, and she would
masturbate me.
In return, I would go down on her. Also, while she was out
unknown to her, I would often dress in her clothes. While dressed
I would also spank myself, sometimes with a coat hanger,
sometimes with the wire on which curtains hang, and sometimes
with some garden canes (of which there were a few in the garden -
left behind by a previous tenant). I could not do it hard in case
it left any marks since the two of us slept naked and she would
have seen them
Of course, one day the inevitable happened. Nicole returned home
early. I didn't hear her open the front door, but as she burst
through the living-room door she saw me, dressed in stockings,
suspenders, bra and high heels (and nothing else), bending over a
chair, whacking my bare backside with a garden cane and wanking
myself off with the other hand. I heard her walk into the room
behind me and immediately stood up to face her. My face must have
been a vision of panic. Hers was one of shock and confusion.
"What are you..." she started to say, before bursting into a kind
of sarcastic laughter. "Well that explains a lot," she said, "you
are not sleeping with me any more".
Then she walked off to our bedroom. I followed her, still unsure
of what to say or how to explain myself. In the bedroom she
started pulling all of my clothes out of the drawers and taking
them in bundles to the spare bedroom.
When she got to the underwear, she hesitated, looked at me and
said "since you like wearing women's underwear, you can wear them
all the time around the house and also underneath your work
clothes. You can keep the clothes you're wearing, but I want you
to buy me some new ones to replace them. You can also buy
yourself lots of panties, stockings and suspenders, because this
men's underwear is going in the bin".
With that, she took my male undies outside to the rubbish bin.
I tried to protest, but I found it difficult while I was standing
in front of her wearing lingerie. I was also very turned on by
the thought that I could wear women's underwear to work and
around the house in front of her. So when she stood firm, I
stopped objecting. We slept in separate rooms that night. I was
still in my lingerie and I masturbated several times with the
humiliation and excitement of it all.
It was only two days later when Nicole told me that she was going
out that evening and that I must be in the spare bedroom by 11:30
p.m., because when she got home she would have a friend with her.
I did as I was told, and when Nicole arrived home I was surprised
to hear a man's voice - she had brought home a lover!
They went into the living room for about an hour, and I could
hear quite a bit of laughing and giggling. Then I heard them go
into the main bedroom and I heard them having sex. My god, she
sounded turned-on and wild. She had never been that noisy with
me.
I was shocked when I heard her cry out, "oh yes, fuck my arse,"
because she had never let me do that, despite the fact that I had
asked her many times in the first few months of our relationship.
She - and he - were moaning and groaning for well over an hour
before silence fell; and during that time I masturbated to orgasm
three times just listening to them. It wasn't just the sounds of
them having sex. It was also the fact that it was my girlfriend,
that she was obviously more turned on more than I could ever get
her, and that I was standing in the next room listening to them
in a pair of high heels and with stockings and suspenders on!
Over the next 4 or 5 weeks this happened about 4 times a week. It
was not the same man each time either: there were definitely
different ones. That turned me on too, and I was masturbating
myself more frequently than ever. I wondered whether she told any
of these men about me being in the spare bedroom and what I wore
around the house. I didn't have to wonder too long.
One morning she told me that her latest boyfriend, Paul, was a
'mature' man in his late thirties. She said that she had told him
about me and that he seemed very interested. She said he wanted
to see me this evening and that when I got home from work I was
to shave my legs and pubic area (I had never shaved before), put
on my nylons, suspenders, panties, bra and highest heels, and
wait in the spare bedroom until I was called. At this time I had
long straight hair, so I had no need of a wig, and I also had
(and still have) a girlish figure, with great legs and a plump
but pert bottom.
About 20 minutes after Paul had arrived, Nicole knocked on the
spare bedroom door and asked me to come into the living room.
With a great deal of apprehension I did so. A man had never seen
me like this before, and the humiliation was extreme, frightening
but also very exciting.
When I entered the living room my girlfriend said, "here he is".
Paul was leaning back on the sofa, smiling. He asked me to give
them a twirl, which I did to hoots of derisive laughter from the
two of them. I had to walk about in a girlish way, bend and pout.
They both seemed to love it. They decided to call me "Susie".
Then Paul said that he had some presents for me. He pulled out
from the side of the couch a flared mini-skirt and a blouse and
told me to put them on. While I was doing this he also pulled out
a cane.
He said, "I heard you like being caned, Susie. That's good,
because I enjoy caning tarty girls like you".
With that he got up and told me to bend over the table and grab
the far edge. He raised my skirt and pulled down my panties.
Before he started to cane me, Nicole stood in front of me and
said, "I bet you're enjoying this, you pansy wanker," and then
she walked away.
Then down came the cane. My God, I'd never been hurt like that
before! Even when I had hit myself as hard as I could with the
wire coat hanger at home, it had never hurt that much. And that
was just the first. He built up the severity as the punishment
continued. I thought he would stop at 6 strokes, but he carried
on for 24, which had me writhing and shouting with my legs
flailing and bottom burning.
Paul then put down the cane and took a seat next to Nicole on the
sofa. Nicole told me to stand up, turn around and hold my skirt
up. With my panties around my knees, this meant they could both
see my shaven penis. I was semi-erect.
Nicole said, with a mocking laugh, "look, he's enjoying this! His
little cock is getting stiff! Why don't you toss yourself off
while we watch, wanker?"
I looked at her and Paul with pleading eyes but Paul said, "go
on, Susie, don't keep us waiting, or I'll give you another 24
strokes across that little cock."
I started rubbing and soon became very stiff. Despite the fear
and uncertainty of it all, I still found it very erotic to be
dominated by these two. Paul told me to stop for a moment, and
then he went into the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later
with a small wineglass, which he handed to me, and said that when
I come I should catch it all in the glass. So I carried on
masturbating with my right hand while holding the glass in my
left. It only took a few more minutes before I shot my load into
the glass.
When I was spent, Paul took the glass off me and told me to kneel
in front of Nicole and put my hands behind my back. He then came
over and put the glass to my lips. I looked at Nicole who was
grinning excitedly.
He said, "come on, Susie, drink this all down like a good girl!"
I had no choice. I let him tip all the spunk into my mouth and I
swallowed it. I then had to lick the inside of the glass clean.
All the while Nicole was smiling and watching with great interest
and excitement. After that they sent me off to bed. Again I could
hear them having sex in the main bedroom while I masturbated
again in the spare bedroom.
Very soon, Paul was coming over every night with the same routine
repeated every night too. My bottom was permanently welted from
the canings. I was beginning to enjoy the taste of my own come (I
just got so used to it) and around the house I always had to wear
miniskirt and blouse as well as stockings, suspenders, panties,
bra and high heels.
After a few weeks of this, Paul moved in with Nicole. My canings
had been getting more severe. Usually I would get 24 strokes
after I had come and swallowed it as well as beforehand. But
because Paul now lived in the place, he was often there when
Nicole was out, and he would usually take the opportunity to
dominate and humiliate me.
The first time this happened was on a Saturday when Nicole had
some shopping to do and left the two of us in the house. I was in
the spare bedroom that was now my room reading a book when Paul
just walked in without knocking. He told me to follow him back to
the living room. When I got there I could see he had been
watching a porn film and was obviously turned on. After a brief
chat he told me that he had a special treat for me, but that to
earn it I would have to take some severe punishment.
Within minutes I was bent over the table for 36 really hard
strokes of the cane on my bare bottom. Paul then sat on the sofa
and asked me to come towards him, which I did. He told me to
kneel between his legs, which I did.
Then he said, "You took that punishment very well, Susie, so I'm
going to give you a real treat. Undo my trousers, the button and
the fly."
Oh my god, I knew what was coming. I had never done this before,
though I have to admit I had fantasised about it. Once I had
undone his trousers I had to pull them down to his knees. Then I
could see the big bulge in his underpants and it terrified me.
"Now pull down the pants, Susie, there's a good girl."
I did. And for the first time I had a real man's cock staring me
right in the face. He was only semi-erect, but it was already
much bigger than mine when erect. No wonder Nicole made so much
noise with him!
He said, "You know what to do, Susie," as he put his hand behind
my head and drew me toward his cock.
I was hesitant because I had never done it before, but also
because I didn't want to show that I actually did want to do it.
As he moved my head towards it, he said, "come on, Susie, you
know you want it. This is your special treat, and you can have
this whenever you are a really good girl."
I took hold of his cock and started to lick the head and take it
into my mouth. As I did, my own cock started tingling and I
thought I was going to come but I didn't. It didn't take long to
get into the swing of it, and soon I was sucking his cock for all
I was worth. After about 10 minutes he started to tense and he
grabbed my head and held it firm as he pumped all his warm come
down my throat. Of course, I had to lick his cock clean.
After I had done, he said, "Did you enjoy that?"
I heard myself say, "Yes Master, very much."
He said, "good girl."
Then he pushed me back slightly to take a look at my cock because
my panties were still around my knees from the caning). I was
stiff.
He laughed and said, "Yes, you did enjoy that, didn't you. Wait
till I tell Nicole. Now go and get your wine glass and let me see
you toss yourself off and drink it ". I couldn't wait: I eagerly
did what he said.
He did tell Nicole and she was keen to see it happen. Something
really turned her on about watching her ex-boyfriend, dressed as
a girl, being made to suck off this older man with a huge cock.
She enjoyed my humiliation as much as I did. I had to do this in
front of her about once a week for the next few weeks.
What Nicole never found out was that it didn't stop there.
Sometimes when she was out and Paul was randy, he would give me a
good caning as usual, but would leave me bending over the table
while he entered me from behind. It was on those occasions that I
realised why Nicole was besotted with Paul. I learned what it
felt like to be a woman and I achieved my fulfilment. And I
realised that I could never satisfy a woman and that my role in
life was to be a sissy slut to dominant ladies and well-endowed
men.
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