{All participants aged over 18}
A fiction story but also based on fantasy and experiences.
The position of Whipping Boy probably started in the fourteenth century under the House of Tudor and the practice carried on under the House of Stuart. A poor family's young man would live and be educated in tandem with the Prince. He would have the advantage of social advancement but if his better did wrong, the whipping boy would be punished in his place.
Fast forward seven centuries and in the late twentieth, early twenty-first century, the term Whipping Boy is still used but with a different context, it now means a scapegoat, someone used to take the blame and consequences for someone else.
History lesson over, it`s now twenty-twenty and Sky, her real name and a product of sixties grandparents and eighties parents, was looking for a change in her lifestyle now she was twenty one years old and still untaken.
Her parents were in a Dom/sub relationship, as were their parents, and so it was natural for her to grow into such a life.
I will let Sky continue with her story;
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I have two sisters, a younger brother and an elder brother, who not only looked out for them all but issued punishments for any wrong doings. I was reading a BDSM webpage and this jumped out at me;
Whipping Girl required to accept blame and consequences of her better`s misdemeanours, apply in the first instance to 07700 9005** I found this too good a chance to miss out on. I knew I could take a good whipping, spanking and caning too if it came to that, Lord only knows I had been given plenty from my strict parents, brother and various other members of the family.
If it included anything sexual I was up for that too as again most members of my family and their circle of friends had fucked, fingered or titted me up enough times. This is not a complaint by the way, I was always up for it, but a fact of what happened in my community to me and others of my age.
I rang the number and had to give my email address so I could be sent the application form. I was told I was the seventeenth to apply and they had limited the applications to twenty.
After receiving the applications they would select the top ten and send out a further sheet to be completed, then ask the top five to come on a month`s trial, for which they would be paid. All applicants would receive an email after the first round, whether successful or not.
The top girl would then be offered the current post they had applied for.
The first application form had twenty questions and had to be returned with a photo dressed and, if possible, naked.
The top of the page, normal application form stuff, and the last five questions were, tick the correct box;
Sexual orientation, Straight, Lesbian, Bi?
Available in all sexual holes, Yes/No?
Able to swallow six inches, straight down. Yes/No?
Agree to be used by all. Yes/No?
Agree to a full Doctor's medical. Yes/No?
I had to stop for a play whilst reading the last questions and as luck would have it, or not, Adam, my eldest brother, walked past my room and saw me, not hard as I never close my bedroom door.
He was removing his belt as I saw him enter my room. I closed my laptop, jumped of the bed, stripped naked as I should always be anyway, and back over three pillows in readiness.
I did not have to wait before the first of forty odd whacks had me well crying.
He rubbed my bottom and he told me to lay on my back, he spread my legs and rubbed my wet and gleaming pussy.
He fingered me and said I would get something to remind me that if I want to play I should ask him or my younger brother to finger me.
He gave me a good twenty cracks with his open belt alternated on my left lip, right lip and hood.
He then dragged me down to my knees and unzipped, I used two hands on his shaft and his cock end was still sticking out over the top.
I sucked him hard and straight and he gently squeezed his way through my now bruised lips, forcing me to cum and moan on entry.
He gave me the fucking I deserved, the fucking I needed and the fucking he would always take after a belting either me or Sis.
He said I would be getting a hair brushing from my other brother at bed time for wearing nightwear, not from him, as he would be out but he would call in when he came home, another fucking no doubt.
I sucked him clean and went for a shower, my mum was cleaning the bathroom when I got there and she rubbed my bottom and cuddled me, I automatically cried.
"Deserved or pleasure Sky?"
"Deserved mum."
My mum knew exactly how I felt as I had heard my dad giving her a strapping last night, and her moans of satisfaction after, most nights actually, the crack of the strap or the slap off his hand.
When I got back to my bedroom I took out my old school ruler from my pencil draw and gripped it like I gripped my brothers cock, opened my laptop, question Seventeen,
`Able to swallow six inches, straight down` Yes, Tick.
