Little White Boy Pervert’s Spanking
The rooming house’s rates were exceptionally low. Jared feared decent housing would be unaffordable.
The tall dark-skinned landlord intimated him. Ms. Sneed was regal, comported herself like a queen. Though she always spoke with clarity, her accent never revealed her origin. She might come from Alabama. Or the Sudan.
Jared’s nervous awe only added to his lust for Ms. Sneed. When she caught him staring at her from a hidden corner, she smiled. Perhaps with contempt. Often her face was as undecipherable as her accent.
His landlady was not the only startling thing about the rooming house. All the other tenants were women. All shared Ms. Sneed’s imperial manner. His greeting received quick nods. Perhaps distrust of an unknown man, they never spoke to him.
One Friday afternoon, Ms. Sneed summoned Jared to her office. A young woman sat with her. Ms. Sneed introduced her daughter, Ms. Belle. Ms. Belle had her mother’s serene superiority. Enamel black skin, wonderful hair, her beauty was even more perfect than her mother’s.
“My daughter is back from college. She will help me run this establishment.”
Jared doubted Ms. Sneed needed help. He nodded but offered no opinion.
“Good boy, you know to not question me. You will give Ms. Belle your bank account numbers and your professors’ contact information.”
Confused, upset Jared asked “Why?”
“She will transfer all your money to our account. Close your accounts and withdraw you from all classes.”
“This is crazy.”
Ms. Sneed slapped his face.
“I didn’t invite your comments. Know your place.”
“That’s right. Why do you think I let a man live in a rooming house for women? I wanted someone to clean toilets and floors, do laundry and cook. I tested to see how docile you were. You are a natural white slave boy. Otherwise, I would throw you out.”
“No. This is impossible. You are insane.”
“Boy, you’ll learn not to disrespect me.”
Jared turned to the door. He did not see Ms. Sneed nod to her daughter.
Ms. Belle kicked his legs making him fall. She picked him up. Her compact frame concealed Amazonian strength.
Held in place, Jared could only whimper as the women stripped off his clothes.
Yanked by his ear, Ms. Belle put him across her mother’s lap. Ms. Sneed spanked him. She also had unexpected physical power. Her hand felt like a paddle.
Even as he wept, Jared’s penis hardened.
“You little pervert. This turns you on. Well, I’ve only started to teach you obedience. That little white boy cock will go in a chastity device. In my house erections are forbidden.”
Later, Ms. Belle continued the spanking.
Ms. Sneed’s words penetrated his misery.
“You are a slave now. You will clean every room. You will rise before dawn. If you don’t shirk, you’ll be allowed to sleep before midnight.”
“One of us will spank you before you begin work and before bedtime.”
“Laziness is punished. I or Ms. Belle punished mistakes. And accidents. No mercy for men is my policy. No pity, no forgiveness. “
“If you try to escape, castration is only the beginning of your punishment.”
For almost ten years, Jared has scrubbed floors. No longer Jared, he is ‘slave.’
He addresses Ms. Sneed as Mistress Sneed.
All the female tenants use him as they wish. Like Mistress Sneed they believe in the tenets of Femdomosophy. All despise men.
Mistress Bell is crueler than her mother. She kicks slave often. Her preferred target, his testicles. He often thinks of trying to escape. If he fails, castration might make his days less painful.