I went skipping through this forest once, and I saw there were these violent and mean wolves all in there tearing apart people and laughing at them after

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I went skipping through this forest once, and I saw there were these violent and mean wolves all in there tearing apart people and laughing at them after they had chewed them up and spit them out. So, I put on my protective cloak and began watering the small delicate pretty flowers I had found. I watered here and there, all through the whole forest, paying no mind how so near the wolves den I had come because I knew I had on my protective cloak. I found a small man in there, he was doing the same as I was, except he was watering only the grey flowers, while leaving the small pretty ones because he didn’t like the taste of the small pretty petals he had pulled off and sucked on. I watched his eyes became frosted over, so that all he could see anymore was a dull grey, no matter how pretty a flower came before him. When I looked closer, I saw he was connected by jaggedy hard vines, to these black rose bushes, whose stems were so thorny, every time he grabbed onto them, he cut his hand again and again on their vengeful sharp thorns. The man didn’t even care, he cut his hands up, stunted his growth and lied there beaten and bloodied with these black roses that smelled good, but really, they were put there, and made to destroy and weed out the less desirable plants of the forest, those whose eyes were not sightly enough to see that they stemmed from a wooded trail that led directly into the mean wolves’ den, the one where the wolves devoured all the tasty plants God has set out, that tasted so good, but were never meant to nourish and fill their mean tummies at all. They were meant to help water the pretty flowers as I was. I saw that the mean violent wolves had set the man aside their hot oven, because they planned to put on a show with him, laughing and devouring him all up, not caring at all the man was simply lost and did not even belong in their neck of the woods where nothing grew really. I watered the small pretty flowers all the way up to the wolves’ den, knowing all along they would try to jump and snap at me, but knowing that my protective cloak would block them from even seeing which were the really true tastiest parts of me. I knew I was set to be watered and groomed to be a solid impalpable groundskeeper that would go on living for many years because God had shown me the watering cans himself, surprising me with his graciousness, and loving me from a distance, so much so, that he let me fall as many times at it took to learn nearly all of the secrets of the forest that you could not be shown, and had to fall over and over again as I skipped through the forest. This let me know God’s love for me was great and gave me strength and courage to go so near the wolves’ den. While I was there, I saw a new and beautiful man who was watering all the even smaller flowers I had forgotten, even pointing them out should I miss them as I skipped through the forest. I thought to myself I shall make a friend of this man because he is so obviously straight from God’s house. When I looked at him, he only showed me all the lovely things I had grown, and none of the muck I had torn off to help the smell pretty flowers grow. He was like a jewel. Thank Gods my Lord had made me so smart, I knew what value I had in the friend and left that old beaten and bloodied man where he lied, knowing his eyes had become so greyed from being too near the wolves, he would simply devour me should I go near him, so I stayed away and my new friend sent from God laughed, as he joined me skipping through the forest watching me water the small pretty flowers again. I really could see, my new friend was so beautiful, and he belonged here with me and all the pretty flowers we would grow together, him never letting me forget the even smaller ones I was skipping over, because he was from God’s house and he knew all along, I was a groundskeeper he had watched and guided sometimes, just to see me water all those small pretty flowers that we grew together for so so long, me and my new friend together.

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.