Chapter 6: Take Your Punishment Like a Good Girl

Continued from chapter 5:

The girls eagerly step forward, each wanting a closer look at my newly exposed and **** areas.

Erica traces a finger along my smooth perineum, marveling at the silky texture.

"Wow, Avonlea did an amazing job! He's like a baby down there now."

Mia cups my bare balls gently, weighing them in her palm.

"And so sensitive too! I bet a little stimulation would feel incredible on this virgin skin."

Brooklyn reaches around to give my ass a playful squeeze.

"Mmmm, I love how plump and squeezable his butt is. Gonna be so much fun to spank!"

Bianca, biting her lip, tentatively brushes a finger over my twitching hole.

"Even here he's perfectly smooth and pretty. Like a work of art!"

Chapter 6:

I've never been more humiliated or aroused. Hands grope, flit, and stroke my most intimate places, and the sensations are incredible now that I've been stripped of hair. I don't even resist. I lie here, helpless, held fast by satin bonds, and surrender to my fate.

Arousal courses through me as the girls manipulate my body. The sensations are unlike anything I've ever felt. Small beads of pre-cum begin to drip from the tip of my throbbing shaft as I'm coaxed right up to the edge of orgasm but can't quite tip over.

Avonlea, her dark brown eyes gleaming with mischief, gently swipes the tip of her finger across my weeping slit. I hiss and thrash in electric pleasure. Her finger glistens with my essence as she reaches around my face, smiling at me in the mirror.

“Open up, sweetie. Open up and taste yourself,” she purrs.

My mouth falls open in shock and arousal. The musky scent of my own essence fills my nostrils, making my head spin with desire. Hesitantly, I part my lips further, allowing her digit to slide inside.

The taste explodes across my tongue—salty, slightly bitter, undeniably masculine yet tinged with a hint of sweetness. I can't help but suckle gently, my tongue swirling around her invading finger.

“Mmmm, that's it, baby,” Avonlea croons, pumping her finger in and out of my mouth.

“Taste how much you're enjoying this. How much your body craves the touch of a woman.”

The other girls watch the lewd display with hungry eyes, their own breathing growing heavy with arousal.

When she's done feeding me a taste of my own desire, she steps away and retrieves the paddle. Tapping it gently against her palm, she turns to the others.

“Mia? How old are you?”

Mia responds,

“19, sister.”

Avonlea turns to Brooklyn.

“Brooklyn?”

“19, sister.”

Each sister of Pi Beta Phi reveals they are 19 years old.

“An even 20 paddle spanks for each sister then,” Avonlea smiles warmly. The girls smile in return, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Avonlea turns to me, her lips pouting playfully.

“Poor Ero. All tied down and shaved, aroused and begging for release. We’re going to spank you now, sweet Ero. A nice, long spanking to initiate you into our sisterhood.”

She leans in, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“A good, crisp paddling to earn you the right to wear our silky lingerie when we’re done with you. Are you ready, Ero?”

“Are you ready to watch yourself be paddled until you cry like the naughty little boy you are, while we enjoy every expression on your face in the mirror? Please ask us—no, beg us—for your paddling, so we can begin.”

My eyes well up with tears as I come to terms with what is about to happen. I lie here, tied in satin to this bench in front of a mirror, laid bare and helpless before these beautiful, satin-clad women.

I've endured the humiliation of having all my body hair shaved, leaving me smooth and exposed. Now, I am going to be paddled. It will hurt, and I am already crying—tears escape my eyes before the first strike lands. Bent and helpless, I weep silent tears of humiliation.

“Avonlea, please. Mia, Bianca, Erica, Brooklyn,” I plead, staring into the mirror.

Their reflections smile back, delighted by my predicament.

“Please paddle me. Please paddle my smooth, naughty bottom until I cry real tears of surrender. Nothing would please me more.”

I take a deep breath, my voice steadier now.

“Please paddle me until I beg for my panties, for you to dress me in lingerie or pajamas. Until I plead, with tears rolling down my face, to be a satin-wearing sissy boy—a boy with no hair on my balls, who lets girls spank him with a paddle.”

“Please, paddle me. Punish me and dress me up so I can be one of the girls.”

Bianca's hand flies to her mouth, torn between shock and excitement. This is me, her sweet, manly Ero. Her hockey-playing Ero. She smiles, awe and wonder lighting up her face as she witnesses my transformation and my surrender.

Avonlea grins wider than ever, giving my hairless bottom a patronizing pat. Then, she runs a teasing finger down my crack, over my perineum, and lightly tickles my testicles.

“Splendid Ero,” she says, her voice dripping with mock praise.

“Very prettily said. We would be most honored to do all of that to you and more.”

She holds out the paddle to the girls gathered around her.

“Okay, sisters, who’s up first? Who wants to give Ero his first twenty?”

The girls exchange excited glances, each eager to claim the honor of delivering my first spanks. After a moment of heated discussion, they turn to Avonlea with matching grins.

“We should let Bianca go first,” Mia suggests.

“Since this is her special guest and all.”

Bianca blushes deeply at the suggestion, but she nods. Stepping forward, she takes the paddle, inhaling deeply to center herself. With a determined expression, she raises the smooth wooden implement and brings it down hard on my exposed bottom with a resounding THWAP!

“Ow!” I yelp, my hips bucking involuntarily against the restraints. Tears spring to my eyes at the sharp sting.

“That’s it, baby,” Bianca coos, rubbing the reddening spot.

“Take your punishment like a good girl.”

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

My childhood friend is spanking me, paddling my naked bottom as I sob. Huge, wracking sobs shake my body. I have never recognized how beautiful she is, and now I am paying for it.

Her robe falls open slightly, revealing a glimpse of one small, perfect breast. Her nipple sways enticingly with each swing of the paddle.

The delighted faces of the other girls reflect back at me in the mirror, taking in my punishment, my tears, and all the little emotions dancing across my face as I am spanked.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

I have never felt more ****, more exposed, more humiliated.

Bianca continues my spanking, each smack of the paddle sending jolts of stinging pain through my tender flesh. The slaps fall in a steady rhythm, painting my once-pristine bottom a vibrant shade of red.

Tears stream freely down my face as I wail and writhe against my bonds. I am utterly at the mercy of my friend’s disciplining hand.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

“Shhh, just breathe through it, sweetheart,” Bianca coaxes, her voice wavering slightly with sadistic glee.

“You’re doing so well, taking your punishment like a big girl. Only a few more to go!”

To be continued in chapter 7...