After my oral submission to you, I'm left quietly in the corner to reflect on everything that's happened so far till now. Mrs. Jones leaves satisfied, having "conquered" yet another sissy boy with her obscene weapon. After ten minutes you call me back to your side and announces that next week will be my final punishment session.
I feel both relieved and saddened at the same time. How could I suddenly feel this way, saddened that my PUNISHMENTS will be over after next week? I don't really understand this strange emotion...
But fortunately you have a proposal for me. You asks me if I'd consider renting a room in your house for free, in exchange for performing maid duties -- as a "houseboy". That sounds like a great idea, I can save money for college tuition, and I know I need to learn responsibility for performing chores as I've become too lazy living on my own. However, you inform me sternly that I will be subjected to continuing corporal punishment should I decide to move in with you, for slacking on my duties, and general naughtiness, etc. I'm also told that I will be receiving regular bare-bottom spankings every week from now on as a necessary reminder to behave at all times.
My still inflamed asscheeks clench involuntarily upon hearing your pronouncement of my fate. While I am a little apprehensive about the never-ending discipline regime I'll live in from now on under your hand (and over your knee), I also somehow feel that I belong there. I know that I'm a very naughty asian boy who requires the constant firm guidance by a strong masculine man like you.
"You should also understand," you say with a keen stare at my flushed face, "that if you decides to accept my proposal, you will often be... shall we say, 'used' by me, whenever my urges strike."
I blush even redder than I thought possible, knowing exactly what you mean with that statement. I mentally cringe at the continuous humiliation of submitting to forced sodomy that I must frequently endure from now on in your household.
"Quite often," you add, to my further distress.
You give me until next week to give you an answer but I know I don't need to consider it for that long. I'm already certain of my choice.
"Since you've behaved well accepting your punishments as you fully deserve, I've decided to let you choose what punishment you feel is most appropriate for your last session next week. Let me know when you've decided about that."
That night I toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. I think hard and deep about what my choices should be, and by the restless morning I've a firm decision in my head. I come to see you as soon as your store is open, and tell you that I'm going to rent your room in exchange for maid duties as you proposed. I see you're very happy to hear that. I then shock you with what I decided would be the most deserving punishment I should undergo for my final session. Staring down at my feet in utter shame, I tell you I want to be publicly spanked -- and buttfucked -- in front of all our mutual friends.
"Are you sure about that?" You ask with concern, knowing that I'm normally an extremely shy and private person.
I nod my head quietly by firmly. I feel that I deserve to have my shame witnessed by all of them. This will complete my final humiliation, and it will also let everyone know what is going to happen to me from now on after I move in with you. They deserve to know the truth that I will be subject to regular corporal punishment -- as well as being turned into you little chinese bitch. They need to know that I will be frequently bent over by you over your sofa back, the dinning table, the kitchen counter, and any and all parts of the house and be penetrated by your manly cock over and over again. So they might as well watch you actually assfuck me in front of them to remove any remaining doubt in their mind...