I was with two people who loved me and that was all that mattered. Having a dairy herd meant that the farm was a seven-day-a-week operation with no chance of a holiday. 'Sis might have her period', I thought but it took me a long time to get to sleep in the unaccustomed silence. There was no noisy lovemaking down the hall. That night I wondered if something was wrong. I stood up and admired in the mirror, the bright scarlet mounds which Danny had given me. My sister who had been arranging flowers at the church, was home. If they ever found out I was queer I might lose them forever. Thank God I had the love and support of Sis and Danny. I'd already worked out that I was attracted to males. Those noises made me feel excluded and alone. Their bedroom was down the hall but I could still hear the sounds of their lovemaking. He made love to my sister at least once a day and every night. The sensation was the best, ever.ĭanny was a sexual animal. When I ejaculated, Danny's handsome, smiling face flashed, unbidden, before my eyes. I retrieved a tub of petroleum jelly and had a good wank. I reached under the bed and groaned with the fresh pain caused by having to stretch my fiery buttocks. The act of having to bare my bottom for him and submit to a belting, always made me hard. A handsome man who I loved with a passion.
Danny was not yet 30, a farmer and fit as a bull. I lay on the bed with my backside in flames. "You're a tough little toe-rag", he said affectionately, ruffling my hair. Danny, who had been watching my face in the dressing table mirror for the first sign of tears, re-looped his belt. The images which lingered in my mind's eye, caused the tears to flow as I knew they would. So, I forced myself to think of that awful time when a well-meaning but terribly misguided parson had encouraged me view the remains of my dead parents in the undertaker's Chapel of Rest. Although small for my age, I was able to take the stinging hurt without bawling. I yelled and wriggled as each fresh broad river of pain snaked around my upturned buttocks. He still gave me a hiding at least once a month. Although I had passed that milestone, Danny showed no sign of slowing down. Most lads had outgrown the need for physical discipline by the age of 16. The year was 1950, a time when boys expected to be kept in order with corporal punishment. Danny was a decent man who had taken me in after my parents had been killed in a tragic accident, and, with my sister's help, raised me as his own. When using a search engine such as Google, Bing or Yahoo check the safe search settings where you can exclude adult content sites from your search results Īsk your internet service provider if they offer additional filters īe responsible, know what your children are doing online.There I was again, positioned on the bed so my brother-in-law could leather my bare tail with his belt. Use family filters of your operating systems and/or browsers Other steps you can take to protect your children are: More information about the RTA Label and compatible services can be found here. Parental tools that are compatible with the RTA label will block access to this site. We use the "Restricted To Adults" (RTA) website label to better enable parental filtering. Protect your children from adult content and block access to this site by using parental controls. PARENTS, PLEASE BE ADVISED: If you are a parent, it is your responsibility to keep any age-restricted content from being displayed to your children or wards. Furthermore, you represent and warrant that you will not allow any minor access to this site or services. This website should only be accessed if you are at least 18 years old or of legal age to view such material in your local jurisdiction, whichever is greater. You are about to enter a website that contains explicit material (pornography).