I got home after school and threw on some gym shorts and a t-shirt and was watching #orn on my PC. I was really getting into it and the Ring Doorbell went

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I got home after school and threw on some gym shorts and a t-shirt and was watching #orn on my PC. I was really getting into it and the Ring Doorbell went off, I checked my phone and it was the hot wife from the house next to us. So went down and answered it and she explained her husband was out of town and the kitchen sink was leaking water all over and could I help stop the leak.

It was then she looked down and saw my er#ction tenting in my gym shorts. She said she was sorry for interupting me, but really needed help. She was in a above the knee dress and looked and smelled great, so I said OK will be right there. Grabbed my tool bag and went over to her house.

Sure enough, water everywhere, and still running out of the cabinet on the floor. I needed to get into the cab to shut off the water, which required me laying on the floor and in the water. SO Took my shirt off and put it on the table (as she watched) I got down on my knees and worked my torso into the cab opening with a flashlight, Water was spraying out of a hose fitting (easy fix) but I was still pretty hard and wanted to play with her, so I asked her if she could turn the faucet on and off for me while I tried to find the issue.

She had to step over me on the floor and straddle my body to reach the sink. I had a perfect view of her undies as she stood there, which only made me harder. I had her there for a minute or two turning it on and off, and then said I found it. She stayed in that position in case I needed it on. I just turned off the water feed line and made some noise while I stared at her undies. They were silk or satin, G string type, so I could see her cheeks and her c******** thru the thin material.

Finally I ask her for some old towels and she walked away from me and I watched her from under the sink, when she returned with the towels she leaned over to hand them to me and her dress was open and exposed most of her Br#asts to me. She smiled and told me how much she appreciated my help to fix the leak. She started wiping up the water on the floor around me, and she said oh sorry your soaked and started wiping water on my shorts and around my obvious er#ction. This just made me more excited as she dabbed to towel all around that area… now she was teasing me.

I wiped up the mess in the cab, and worked my torso out of the cab door. I was on my hands and knees and finish wiping up the mess in the cab and on the floor. My shorts were full soaked from the water and when I stood up they were clinging wet to my body which made my excitement show even more. She smiled and told me in a rather firm way to take off my shorts so she can throw them in the dryer quick. I stuttered a moment and told her that’s ok, I am not wearing underwear. She said yes, I can see that, now take them off this minute. It was such an order, that I did as she told me. My er#ction was hard as steel and standing at full attention. She looked at it and smiled and said oh how nice. She walked off with me standing there and put my shorts in the dryer.

When she returned, her dress was unbuttoned and she walked over and reached down and grabbed me firmly and pulled me like a dog on a leash to her family room couch. She told me to sit down, and then she unbuttoned the dress fully and took it off. As she dropped to her knees, she said I want to thank you properly for helping me today. I noticed you must have been busy when I came to the door. I am so sorry to interupt you. Please let me say thank you, and with that she went down on me and gave me a great BJ until I busted a nut in her mouth, She smiled and licked her lips and said I hope that you enjoyed it! Lets keep this out little secret… she got up and got dressed and I left back to the house with a great memory

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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.