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I graduated from university with my BSN (Bachelor of Science in Nursing). I wasn’t sure what specialty I wanted to pursue and I didn’t want to get my hands dirty. I wasn’t about to work 12 hour shifts and exhaust myself. So I thought about going back to university to obtain my Masters or Doctorate degree.

By chance I got a per Diem job with a OBGYN practice. The practice also includes pediatrics and youth care. The first day I met another nurse who did circumcisions. She was enthusiastic about her work. I was surprised at how much money she made, the flexible hours, weekends off and no long shifts. The work was easy and fun.

She was fascinated about how the male co ck works. More than that she was delighted at her opportunity to cut it in any fashion she pleased. She was artistic and knew the various designs and styles. She showed me the different ways to clip, snip, cut and trim the co ck and what the result would look like after it healed.

I was filling in for the nurse she usually worked with who was getting married. The position became open and I snatched it up. The income was great and so was the freedom. The physicians didn’t care when we did the circumcisions, or how we cut and trimmed them, as long as they got done.

We worked together as a team and she showed me the ins and outs, the inside secrets and how to have fun cutting co ck. Mostly we did newborns, but we also did some older infants and young boys starting school like first or second grade. Occasionally we get an older boy like age 11 or 12, who didn’t get it clipped and snipped at birth.

We line them up in a row, strapped down on the circumstraint boards, then get them all clipped raw and we take a break for coffee. Then we return and finish up.

We both like to remove the frenum on our boys. I use a cauterizing needle and watch that knob sizzle away as I touch the hot needle to that sensitive spot.

Boys like to use that spot to rub themselves. I eliminate that possibility by thoroughly burning it away. I scoop it out as much as possible. Depriving them of their frenum reduces rubbing it since it isn’t there anymore. I get all of the foreskin too so they have nothing to tug and pull on.

It also reduces premature ejac ulation and the boy will have to work for it more when he’s having s e x. He’ll last longer and his future wife won’t have to put up with a quick cu mmer.

I always tell the parents that we used anesthesia if they ask. But we never use it. Anesthesia can cause complications and we don’t need the risk. The circumstraint holds them tightly in place. In older boys we use restraints straps.

Some mothers don’t care. They say things like they went through a lot of pain giving birth so it’s fair for him to have a little pain too. Others say it will be over quick, or a little pain is good for him.

If a mother is interested I encourage her to approve removing the frenum and as much foreskin as possible. After all, a circumcision should be thorough and complete.

The other nurse likes to do High and Tight cuts, leaving much of the inner foreskin. That results in two different skin tones on the shaft. The scar line is high up the shaft toward the balls. She removes the frenum too.

I like to cut them Low and Very Tight. I leave no inner foreskin. I like to get right up under the rim of the head (glans) to remove all that nasty foreskin. It is called the beauty cut because the shaft is all one skin tone. We never do a loose circumcision because there’s no point to that!

Some may say that cutting it very tight limits erec tions and growth. I don’t that it does but boys don’t need a big co ck anyway so it doesn’t really matter if the growth is limited.

I’ve experimented with moving the scar line up or down the shaft to see how near the balls I could get it and how near the head I can get it. I’ve tried a heavy scar line vs a thin scar line and a scalloped scar line.

I prefer the sharp thin line tight up under the head. I add my initials as a little squiggle. My permanent mark.

I’ve also experimented with how tight to cut it. We get to see the boys after they are healed so that helps to gauge the effect. Some of these boys will be coming back for years as the grow up and need routine visits. I’ll get to examine my work with each visit to see how their co ck matures with different cuts and styles.

I guess we’ll see which boys have the bigger co cks, the ones I cut Low and Very Tight or the ones my partner cuts High and Tight. It will also be interesting to see which boys are better behaved and have the fewest mast urbation problems and the size of their erections.

We recently acquired the work for another hospital as we acquired another practice. Now there are twice as many co cks to cut and trim. I love looking at the variety, examining each one, seeing which ones get erect, and which ones have the most foreskin and biggest frenums. I like to cut them all.

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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.