Patti is wonderful, gorgeous, smart and we are engaged to marry soon. Her sister is very domineering but Patti loves her. Patti is close to her family and

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Patti is wonderful, gorgeous, smart and we are engaged to marry soon. Her sister is very domineering but Patti loves her. Patti is close to her family and her sister so I could never say a word of criticism.

Patti told everyone in her family that I’m not cut. It’s so humiliating. Her mother said, “So I understand Patti is having you circumcised before the wedding”. I was so embarrassed. I had to ‘Yes that’s right’. I tried to quickly leave the room.

Then her sister brought it up the next day by asking, “How close to the wedding day will you be getting it cut and trimmed? How much is going to be taken off?” I told her to discuss that with Patti. Her sister added in that if I was too sore to perform on the honeymoon it would be OK since Patti could just bring along one of her boyfriends to do the job. She then smirked. Patti smiled but didn’t say anything.

Then Patti told me at the diner table in front of everyone that, “It’s OK to discuss your circumcision. Everyone knows you are getting cut for our wedding. It will look so nice after all that extra skin is trimmed.” Patti said she was going to do a radical circumcision and get rid of ALL that nasty extra skin.

Her sister said, “That’s the best way. The only way.”
She asked Patti, “You are removing his frenum too right?”

Patti said, “Oh definitely, that has to go. I want it thoroughly done and completely cut.”
I guess I gasp a little and blushed because her sister said to me that I didn’t need to be embarrassed. She said they are a close family and she wants to see the before and after and she doesn’t mean in pictures. She added she means the real thing. Then she told me to tell Patti that I love her and appreciate her circumcising me and that she should take off as much as she wants.

I hesitated and her sister looked sternly at me and said, “I mean Now,” as she pointed her butter knife toward Patti indicating I should say it to Patti now. Her mother was looking at me too. I was humiliated. I told Patti, ” I love you Patti. Thank you for circumcising me. Please take off as much as you want so it’s the way you want it.”

Her sister said I didn’t sound very enthusiastic. She lectured me saying I am fortunate that Patti is a nurse practitioner so she will cut it herself instead of sending me to someone else who would not be as meticulous as Patti. She told me to try it again with sincerity and enthusiasm and ask Patti to take off a lot and ask her to be sure to cut out the frenum too so it thoroughly circumcised. “Tell her to make it hers,” she added.

I looked over toward Patti but I couldn’t look her in the eye and I tried to be sincere and enthusiastic as I said, “I’m lucky that you will be circumcising me so it is done thoroughly and competently. Please take it all off. Please remove the frenum too so it’s done the way you want. Make it yours Patti.”

Her sister said, “That’s not very good. You can try again later. After dinner I’ll have a look at it and see how much needs to be cut and trimmed. To that you can say Yes Ma’am.” Then she said, “Is that fine with you Patti?”
Patti said, “Yep, that’s fine. Your input is good to have. I welcome your decision.”
Then her sister said “Good I’ll examine it after dinner.” She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I didn’t want any problems so I said, “Yes ma’am.

I couldn’t eat much of anything at dinner. I looked at Patti several times and she smiled happily at me. Her sister looked at me very sternly.

I was nervous thinking about having to take my pants down and about her sister examining me, making remarks that would no doubt be disapproving and telling Patti how to cut and trim my shaft. I remembered that Patti said she welcomed her sister’s ‘decision’, so I wondered if I was to be circumcised according to her sister’s whims rather than according to Patti’s desires. I worried about getting an erection and what her sister would say or do if that happened. I wondered if her mother was also going to be there to see everything.

Down deep I already knew the answers. I also knew I needed to please her sister to be acceptable to Patti. I needed her sister’s approval, blessing and permission. I wondered if I was going to need her permission for everything.

New Confession

DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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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.