What’s so funny, Scarlett asked. Oh, I was just musing over the cane sticking out of your bag – an implement I assume you will want to use at the official Girls Up/boys down Party today. Looks like it will hurt. Oh, yes, it can hurt but it’s quite flexible she said. Far more effective than the wooden spoon paddle I had hidden in my bag. Her intent was made clear, she will apply the cane, meaningfully, later today. She would not and did not disappoint. We backed out of the driveway…over the top in my list of dreams – to accompany Mistress Scarlett to an event where she can put me on display and inform her friends what her true use is for me ….this is the Girls Up/boys down party.
Four days later, after a post party endorphin crash also recently experienced by others among our sub-group, I laid on the table for my semi-weekly Wednesday massage. My therapist peeled back the sheet and exclaimed, “Your Glutes! Where did you get those bruises?!!” “Ah, would you believe I ran into a bevy of sadistic cane wielding women”, I said? HaHaHa, no, she replied. “Ya, ok, I fell through a rotted plank boardwalk across an irrigation ditch in an old orange grove”. “Wow!” She said. “Looks like that must’ve hurt.” Riiiiiight….
Attending as Scarlett Lush’s personal servant gave me a certain legitimacy I could find no where else. Oh, you came with Scarlett said one lovely Lady…here, these clothes pins on your nipples will do well then. And with a wave of a hand she said come back when it’s time to take them off…you’ll know when…Scarlett smiled at me, thinking to herself… I like passing you around.
Once the pins came off she said don’t put them on again for another hour or so…but alas, it was not to be. 30 minutes later there was another set on my slightly numb nipples. All the subs lined up to have their clothes pins whipped off. My eyes begged for SydneyScreams to do the whipping. I tried to impress her, making the pins dance by flexing my pecs. STOP THAT! she screamed. I’m putting on a show for you I responded. I DON’T WANT A SHOW, she screamed. Maybe that is why she is called SydneyScreams. And then she got close and quiet squeezing the clothes pins very tight, crushing my nipples and whispered… “I want real”. Ooww!!!! Oh…um, yes. And the squeezing got harder…and I winced and let out a grunt. “Is that real now?” she asked… “getting realer by the second” I choked out. The pins were then whipped off…and my crushed nipples pinched hard yet again between her fingertips…with her smile crisp as she looked in my eyes squeezing, she did not need to say the words “remember me”. Four days out my nipples are still “real”..today being the first day the soft ribbed material of my “wife beater” t-shirt did not cause undue nipple pain and distress…yep, that’s real Ms. Sydney…how can I thank you?
Despite the beauty of her whisper, the clothes pin whipping did not go exactly as planned. Though whipped off my nipple, the pin hung on by a single embarrassingly long scraggly chest hair… “EWEEEE… FIX THAT!!!! The Ladies cried. And then it happened again on the second one….AAAHHHHHHHH!!!! Deep in the back of my mind I heard shouting, “Someone get the razor!” And in an instant I was set upon by 3 or 4 Ladies wielding a bright pink electric dipilliatory razor…we’re going to take care of this they shouted – not just a shave but pulling out these gross hairs by the roots – you don’t need these!! Fortunately for me, they decided my lower back would be shaved as my chest was just too much..and so, with one shaving and one on each side holding down my arms they set about removing any offending hair. Mind you however I was not the only sub in line for his clothes pin whipping. I could not resist leaning over to the sub to my right and mentioning to him how impressed I was there were a few Ladies who ONLY recognized him from behind when he first walked in. Just outstanding, I said. Ssshhhh, keep it down or you too might get an “ASSignment”, he said.
A second or so later Scarlett floated by, stopping for less than an instant …but just long enough to attach yet more clothes pins – this time on my balls. Come with me and give me a foot massage she said….don’t let those come off… And off we went, with me somehow positioning on the ground so that the clothes pins would remain securely attached as I cleaned, kneaded, cooled, massaged and caressed her remarkably exquisite feet.
My task complete, Scarlett took leave and her seat was immediately filled by yet another wonderful Lady. Oh yes, waved Scarlett, he’s very good on feet, you should have him do it for you too and so I remained pinned on the ground, baking shirtless in the sun, to offer another Lady the chance to relax and cool her feet. Is a sunburn too much to bear just to hear Miss Scarlett say “he’s very good” …ah, I think not. I finished my second task and begged my leave of Miss KittyM.
The afternoon was waning. Time growing short and Scarlett needed to leave. I ran to the boys “dressing room” to retrieve the wooden spoon paddle Miss Scarlett enjoys so much…in the hopes she would find the humor and pleasure in its use. I began presenting it to her and the lovely Ms Derby who noted: my…I do believe he’s trying to manipulate you into using his spoon paddle Miss Scarlett! Yes, I am and we all know it, but then Scarlett pushed the spoon paddle to Ms Derby and grabbed the cane. Yes, sub-s, bend over now, with legs apart, so both of us can both whip your joe boxer ass and your balls too. It should be knownScarlett is not easily manipulated and her wish for caning is not to be denied. The cane came up hard, repeatedly, between my legs. My balls bouncing and the pain ringing through my gut. Then came the caning across my ass and I found myself shouting loudly…none of which seemed to cause any quieting among the now rowdy crowd. Breathe my boy, breathe….
Earlier however what did seem to quite the crowd was a shockingly loud slapping kick to the nuts of one of the sub-males. This was no film at 11 and set the tone early on. The kick, delivered by one of the ladies I had met over the course of the day, remained ever present in my mind. At leaving time I extended my hand to hers and our eyes met….there was something unsaid, something left undone, her beautiful feet, and we parted…and now I imagine her saying, wait, before you go…now you must get your balls kicked too…
I drifted for a moment and offered goodbyes to all those I could. I thanked the green eyed goddess Mlle Belladiva for her hospitality. My world is now much richer for having met new friends. Miss Scarlett is satisfied and happy with the day, what better reward could there be?
