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Subject: {ASSM} Every Plop and Drop (FFF/m, Spanking, smothering, ballbusting, cunninglingus, analingus, scat, older woman, domestic discipline, teasing and denial)
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Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 06:10:02 -0400
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Every Drop & Plop, or "Submerged Tossed Salads" (FFF/m, Spanking,
smothering, ballbusting, cunninglingus, analingus, scat, older
woman, domestic discipline, teasing & denial)

by Horridboy (2007)


I was on my knees again, completely bare, looking submissively
downwards while my fully clothed lady tormentor was preaching to
me.

"Well boy, you've really done it this time, haven't you? Your
disobedience has allowed me to play a little game with you. I
call it seven questions. First I have a few guests to help me
administer the festivities. Come in, ladies."

In walked a mother and daughter, both gorgeous auburn haired
beauties. My heart sank in terror, knowing from experience that
the more ladies there are present, the more vicious they become.

"Well boy, I think it fit this lady and her lovely daughter, our
neighbors, participate in your punishment. After all, it will
help put you in proper place. You may not like it, but we surely
will." The redhead daughter was my age and a perfect match;
Madame had talked about us being married one day.

"It's a simple game really. I will give you a chance to avoid
some punishment. I shall ask you seven questions. Each one you
get wrong increases your punishment. All you have to do is get
them all right, and you'll have little to worry about.

"So here goes. If you answer all questions right, you'll get only
a bare bottom spanking over our knees. Each of us will give you
25 slaps with our bare hands. That' s not bad, is it?"

"No Madame." I knew for Madame that was a light punishment to
give me.

"But if you miss one question, in addition to the spanking,
you'll have to kneel before each of us and let us slap you across
the face, hard, ten times each. That's a total of 30 slaps across
your face. In addition, we will take turns spitting after every
other slap, in your face, to bring the point home. So if you face
the 75 spanking strokes, and 30 slaps and 15 mouthfuls of spit in
your reddened face. Not bad, if you can avoid missing more than
one question.

"For two missed questions, it gets more interesting, for us at
least." She laughed evilly. "Then you will be caned as well, on
your bare rump, which should be nice and reddened by the previous
hand spanking. In addition, we will leave our spit to dry on your
face, or to mix with your tears as we cane you each eight
strokes. As always, each time you make the slightest flinch you
will suffer a repeat and a bonus stroke. So that will be 75
spanks, 30 faceslaps, 15 mouthfuls of spit to your face, and 18
strokes of the cane.

"For three missed questions, your eggs will be added to the mix
of punishment. Yes boy, each of us will take turns holding you by
your naughty eggs while you are caned. We will be squeezing them
as hard as we please, no doubt hard enough that your rump will be
the least of your worries, even as it is caned into total
submission. Those poor, long neglected of release roundlings you
have will be firmly under our full force grip as we squeeze,
scratch, and twist them during your 18 strokes.

"If you dare have four missed questions, each of us will cane you
double that, 12 each for a total of 36. Your rump and eggs will
be in quite a state after that, don't you think?

"If you have the gall to miss five questions, after every six
strokes of the cane, we will each kick your innocent unprotected
plums by turns, depending on who is caning you. Each time you are
unable to remain on your feet after being kicked, we will add
another six strokes, to be delivered by the lucky lady who fell
you. At the minimum, this will be a total of six full-force
kicks, as each lady having 12 strokes gives you two kicks. No
doubt by this time, with the nonstop squeezing and continuous
kicking, you will be falling down quite a bit, and have no doubt
many more than just 36 strokes.

"If you even think about missing six questions, you'd better
listen to the added punishment first. Because, my dear boy,
instead of just one kick at every six strokes, ALL three us of
will give you either a kick or a knee to the groin, as we please.
That will give you 18 full-force kicks or knees to your
soon-to-be abused fruit, not to mentioned the squeezing that will
be taking place during the remainder of the strokes, which by
itself will have you brought to the edge of suffering.

"And, finally, should you disrespect us further by missing all
seven questions, then the "piece de résistance", so to speak,
will not be as simple as a stroke of the cane, or a knee to the
groin. No boy, instead a more impressionable treatment will be
saved for you. One of less physical pain and more degradation.

Madame looked at the other ladies with an evil glint in her eye.

"Well boy, remember how last time, to teach you a lesson in
humility, I had you clean my rump with your tongue? And how I
made you throw away my toilet paper because, as I told you, your
tongue would be providing that service for me in the future?"

I looked in horror to the other ladies. Now they knew this
horrible secret! I was the toilet paper to Madam's unwashed,
furry asshole--my tongue had to clean her.

"Well boy, it is time we moved this part of our understanding to
its logical completion."

What?!!

"I have discussed this matter with the ladies. Yes boy, should
you dare miss all seven questions, you will be more than just a
tongue to clean my rump; more than just a servant to clean my
chamber pot. Instead, you will BE my chamber pot!" Madame and the
other ladies laughed with an air of superiority and victory that
sent chills up my spine.

"And the other ladies here, Evelina and her daughter Scarlett,
will also be prepared to participate." I knew that Madame had
bought laxatives, no doubt to make sure no last minute jitters
kept their bowels at bay. But I had no choice; I either submitted
to Madam's cruel sick game, or I had to leave her. And I could
never leave her. I had no choice.

"Yes Madame."

"Good boy. Remember boys were created to serve ladies. Therefore,
should you miss the last question as well, you will be the
complete toilet slave to our womanhood and derrieres for this
weekend. Your tongue will probe our derrieres to inspire our
bowels, and then your mouth will engulf our offal. You have no
choice in the matter. When we are finished, you will clean our
rumps up spotless. We will check your work by wiping our selves
with a white tissue. Should the tiniest spot of filth be
uncleaned by you, you will face further punishment to your eggs
and bottom. In addition, you will be expected to engulf and
digest every drop of our water, and every bite of our filth. Not
keeping it down will result in additional punishment as well.

"Oh but Madame," I cried, "it isn't fair."

Madame cut me off with a look of fierce anger.

"Boy, if you don't like it, all you have to do is answer a single
question on the quiz. Shouldn't be too hard, should it? Well, my
dear boy?

"There will be a final twist on your servitude. When we do purge
our bowels into your slavish mouth, it will be in the bathtub.
When it is filled with *water*."

At first, I didn't get it.

"In order to properly encourage you in this endeavor, the bathtub
will be partially filled with water. You will lie down, face up,
your face clearing the water enough for you to breath. Each lady
will remove her undergarments, and squatting over your face, sit
down. Your lips and mouth will make a proper suction upon her
rosebud, your tongue will probe her to encourage her purging. By
them your head will be submerged under her weight. Your hands and
legs may be tied as well to keep you at our mercy. Your head will
be quite underwater while she purges her guts into your naughty
mouth, and you'd better swallow as fast as she can expel her
waste, if you know what's good for you. Only when she is done
will she lift her rump out of the water, and allow your head to
come to the surface."

Of course, Madame wasn't going to cause any permanent damage to
me, but I didn't know what would happen, and was terrified beyond
belief. Not only would being subject to such full-service privy
duty be overwhelming even to an experienced servant-boy, but with
the underwater element added it was more than I could even
understand.

"Trust me," Madame said to the other ladies, "this technique is
foolproof. The boy is so desperate for air and in fear of being
submerged for good, he will be happy to eat even the disgusting
waste of a lady."

The three laughed, the ladies throwing their heads back slightly,
and the daughter smiling widely.

* * *

There was still a chance of safety if I could just answer a few,
just one question right. Unfortunately Madame had foreseen that
possibility, and took no chances.

"Each lady will ask you three questions, and I, will ask the
final question." Madame turned to the pair of redheads. "One more
twist. In order to encourage you to think of challenging
questions, bear in mind that if my boy answers any of your
questions correctly, you will face punishment of your own. You
will have to forgo our evening teatime." The ladies laughed, but
got the message. They didn't want to miss a cup of hot drink, and
if it meant I would be sandwiched between their pale rumps and
the bottom of a filled bathtub, so be it.

"Well boy, before we begin, worship our feet, one by one, and
clean them well with your tongue. Then once we have been loosened
up, we will be drinking and talking while you massage our guests
in anyway they desire. Then you will be on your knees again,
licking their womanhood and bringing them as many ecstasies as
they desire. We of course, will be feasting ourselves until
surfeit. Then, the quiz shall begin."

These things then happened; I sucked their toes, cleaned their
unwashed, dirty feet with my mouth; massaged their beautiful
bodies that I am forbidden to make love to; lapped at the redhead
mother's womanhood until her juices covered my face. The daughter
made me suck her fingers as well. After that, they began to drink
one more round before the games began. Little did I know, they
were drinking something special to loosen the bowels, in case
they got nervous and couldn't purge. My fate was practically
sealed.

"Gather around, and boy, kneel there and prepare yourself. Now is
your chance to avoid all punishment except a little old fashioned
spanking. Don't say you didn't have a fighting chance." The
ladies laughed cruelly again.

My heart was pounding out of my chest. I could barely remember
the last time I got any relief, despite pleasing my lady and her
ladyfriends constantly, and the last time I got any, Madame
cruelly squeezed off my resulting orgasm, ruining it. But now,
the ladies were all flushed with relief and pleasure, in total
contrast to me.

Scarlett, the daughter, asked me the first question: "Boy, tell
me what my middle name is?" I had no idea. "I don't know Miss. I
guess, "Samantha?" The ladies laughed, "No boy, not even close."
One strike against me. My face was going to feel that.

Then the second question, Scarlett asked me what her favorite
number was. I guessed "seven", but it was "thirteen", since she
liked what most people didn't. Two strikes. Now the cane would be
involved, at the very minimum.

The third question, Scarlett asked me what the seven
constellations were. I guess Orion, Pegasus, but was short the
others. This made the ladies breath a sigh of relief, there was
no way they could be stopped on their quest to degrade me, now.
Three strikes--now there was no hope, even if I guessed the next
four right, that my balls could be spared.

The fourth question was asked by Evelina, the elegant and
beautiful mother. What was her middle name? They all laughed, and
I missed it again. Now more cane will be involved.

The fifth question was asked by Evelina again, and did I know
what the color of her eyes was? She closed her eyes quickly, but
I had a sudden feeling of incredible hope and said "Blue." They
all laughed as if they expected that, and opening her eyes, Lady
Evelina said, "No boy, only the Iris is blue; the rest of my eyes
are white, and the pupils are black. Details count. That's five."
They became more excited in delicious anticipation of what they
were going to do to me, and I became more filled with
trepidation.

The sixth question was Evelina's, and she asked me smugly when
she lost her virginity. I guessed when she was 21 years old. "How
dare you," she replied in mock indignation, "discuss a ladies
affairs in that manner! You horrid boy!" They all laughed, and I
had missed yet another question, which of course I had no way of
getting right. This little joke of hers was going to cost my
plums, big-time.

Then Madame, the queen bee of this cruel game, then spoke to ask
the final question. This was for the money; if I could just at
least get this, I would avoid the horrible chamberpot duty in the
bathtub. As bad as the plumpicking and smacking would be, it
wouldn't be as bad as that.

"Well boy, the seventh and final question is here. Are you ready?
Tell me, how long has it been since I last spanked you?" "Three
nights ago," I replied with relief. I remembered quite well that
Madame had returned from a shopping trip, and angry at some petty
thing, made me crawl over lap, as she bared my bottom and spanked
me. It was long enough that my rump had since completely healed.

"Be more specific." Uh oh, this wasn't going to be so easy. Time
ran out. "Ha! 75 hours since then, I marked down the time in
anticipation of this question. You lose, my dear boy, and we
win."

The ladies surrounded me.

"Prepare yourself boy, the punishment is about to begin."

* * *

"For missing all seven questions, despite being given every
chance to please us by answering them correctly, your punishment
is to begin."

"First, Each lady shall give you 25 spanks over your bare bottom,
over their knees."

Each lady gleefully squeezed her legs together, and draped me
over her legs. My rump was exposed to them, and SMACK SMACK SAMCK
it went. The spanks built up in intensity, hurting more and more,
making my pale rump redder and redder. 25 from each. The ladies
were having the time of their lives while I was still in shock at
the incoming punishments.

"Now boy, the missed questions you failed to answer will begin to
have consequences. It could have ended here, had you only
answered a few simple questions." They laughed. "Prepare yourself
for 30 faceslaps, 15 spittings, 36 strokes of the cane while your
eggs are being squeezed the life out of, with a kick from each of
us every 3 strokes, finalized by us taking you into the bathtub
and having you toss our salads and be our full service bidet.
Now, assume the position. Present yourself, NOW!"

On my knees, I had to look up, my hands and arms not allowed to
protect my sensitive face, while each lady alternated their palm
as it slapped me across the face with a sickening sound. SMACK!
My face got very red, very quick. Less painful but more
humiliating was the constant PTWEW! spitting in my face. They
really seemed to love that, the wetness making each slap hurt the
more. SLAP! *PTEW*, SLAP! Until 30 and 15 of each, respectively,
had gone.

"Now boy, present your rump to us. Remember no flinching allowed,
no matter the force used against you. If you fall down, you'll
have an extra six strokes at the end. And you certainly don't
want that." Already being fully naked and exposed, I was spread
my legs wide to give Madame full access to my plums. I was made
to lean and push against the wall. Madame happily knelt down in
front of me, and grabbed my eggs with one hand. OUCH! She started
to squeeze.

"Does that hurt boy?"

"Yes Madame, terribly."

"Well, that was only one hand, just warming up. You'd better get
used to it, you've got 36 strokes to go."

The ladies behind me sniggered.

Madame, with that evil look in her eye, announced that she would,
as a courtesy remain on squeezing duty while she allowed the
other two ladies to deliver the first 24 strokes of the caning.

"I've got him good here Eve. 18 from each, and make them count.
We'll stop after each six to give him some real action to worry
about between his legs. Begin when you're ready."

Madam looked at her prey (me), and squeezed my poor, long denied,
and long abused eggs viciously, smashing them in her hand while
pulling them away from me and towards her and the wall, holding
me in place as Evelina began her caning magic. Madame cupped her
other hand over the still exposed part of my plums and pushed,
adding to the unbearable tension. Had I not been totally trained
and in love with her, I would have not been able to hold myself
back from the natural male reaction of protecting my precious but
unworthy eggs. But what can I say, she had me by the balls.

whoosh. . . SMACK!

"One . . . ma-dame . . ." as I gasped for air. Which was worse,
Madame's death grip on my poor eggs, or the vicious caning I was
receiving, I can't say.

The horrible whoosh sound returned as another stroke came in,
SMACK!

"Two Madame!"

CRACK!

"Three Madame. Oh it hurts so much." Luckily I refrained from the
natural response of flinching.

Madame merely replied, "Good Evelina, keep it up. Now lets get
ready for our kicks. It is each lady's choice to keep her shoes
on, or use her bare feet."

Madame released my punished eggs and walked behind me. "Who'll go
first? Evelina, Scarlett, then I. Either kick him or knee him in
the eggs, from behind. Boy if you try to avoid it, you'll get a
double hit for extra punishment. Prepare yourself."

I braced myself for a kick from behind. First came Evelina's
strong, late 30-something legs. She alone kept her shoe on. Her
showed foot caught my eggs from below, pounding them up and
backwards. My stomach flew into my mouth, or so I felt.

"Owww! One, my lady." I had to count them to get this over with.

Then Scarlett's more tender skin, but more youthful energy came
next time. The higher part of her foot nailed my plums right in
the middle, splitting them to each side as they got smashed
against her foot and my groin, ever so painfully.

"Mmmph. Two, Miss."

"Very well done Scarlett. Not showing any sympathy to him. You
will make a fine wife someday," Madame complimented her. Then
Madame prepared to kick me. "Boy, now it's my turn, and you know
how I kick. *Hard*."

Madame ran up to gain extra force, and her foot collided with my
dangling manhoods in a vicious, terrible way. A loud horrible
sound was the collision between female foot and male plums as I
was practically lifted off the ground by her force. It pushed my
eggs forward as it smashed them from her attack below.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Oh . .. three Madame. Ohhhh."

"Don't be dramatic boy, we have five more sets of these to go. 30
strokes of the cane while you are being squeezed down, and 15
more kicks in between. Now take it like a good, obedient boy, and
maybe it will pass quicker."

Madame returned to the non-stop vice grip on my eggs. Three more
strokes followed of the cane, then another kicking session.

"Your turn, Scarlett."

Now Evelina's gorgeous (but still clothed) body returned to the
kneeling position in front of me, gleefully grabbing my eggs in
her fair hands, her nails digging into the scrotal flesh and she
squeezed and held me down, hard. Three strokes of the cane
followed, three kicks, and three more strokes. Only in the brief
moment when the ladies let go of the vice grip before the kicking
began did I have any relief to my fast-darkening eggs. They were
beginning to the look like plums, swollen up horribly and turning
purple.

Another 24 strokes of the cane passed, with 12 more kicks to the
plums. Luckily I only flinched once, so with an extra and quite
brutal 6 strokes on my already well-spanked and caned rump, the
first part of the punishment came to a close. At the end, my
balls were totally purple and marked; my rump was a series of
horrible marks and welts, although not as bad as it hurt. My poor
balls ached to high heaven, and my rump hurt like hell too. And
now Madame went into the bathtub to fill it with nice and warm
water.

* * *

"Is it about time?" Both ladies answered yes, and kicked their
shoes off again.

"Well boy, you know well what is going to happen, and the
consequences if you disappoint me. So if I were you, I would
accept the inevitable."

"Yes Madame, I promise."

"You'd better, you naughty boy, remember this is a punishment for
your ill behavior. If this doesn't teach you respect for me and
for women, then nothing will." Turning to the others, who were
drinking another round of some kind of dietary tea which
encouraged the bowels to purge, the evil women determined which
one needed to use the "facilities" (my unwilling mouth) first.

"First ladies, let's empty our water into his mouth to give him a
warm, refreshing drink." They laughed, and one by one each
removed their skirts, then their underwear, and mounting my face,
purged their bladders into my mouth. They had each quite a bit of
liquid, and I was filling up quickly despite not having been
allowed to eat anything all day, in preparation of this event. I
did enjoy getting to see the rich blonde fur of my Madame, and
the reddish furry pussies of the other ladies. Too bad I had no
hope of further access to them.

"Now it begins." Madame led me to the bath and bid me lay down,
face up.
"Remember boy, you'd better chew and swallow everything we give
you, and quickly, if you know what's good for you. Namely, air."
The ladies sniggered at this.

First came Evelina, who announced that, "Why Lady Margaret,"
(Madame) "my dear bowels are ready for a movement." Lying in the
bath face up, my body in the refreshing warm water (for their
comfort, not mine) except my head which I kept above it, I saw
the lady look at me like I was a freshly cooked steak about to be
devoured. Her incredibly beautiful fair-skinned rump faced me,
and she bent down, her rump getting bigger and bigger in my sight
as it engulfed my world. As she bent, her cheeks naturally spread
out and her rosebud, garnished with auburn fuzzy fur, made its
appearance. It was quite a contrast to her attractive rump, and
it was about to do its work on me.

"Boy, make a suction with your mouth to the lady's rump, and
hurry, she is in discomfort."

I did as Madam told. My head still being out of the water, I
pursed my lips to her rosebud, sucking and creating a vacuum. My
world became dark and I smelled her rump everywhere. Her ass
cheeks covered my face's cheeks. Her asshole tasted very bitter,
no doubt her taste had been stored up in the fur, which amplified
the scent. I stuck my tongue out, worried more, like Madame
predicted, of the water than of merely having to engulf the
disgusting waste of this strange but beautiful lady, or of my
purple balls and striped rump. The lady moaned at my tongue's
probing, and my head began to be pushed into the water, first my
ears, then entirely. I was allowed, of course, to have taken a
big breath beforehand. I prayed for a speedy purging of her
bowels.

I was submerged underwater with the lady above it, her rump
squashing my head to the bathtub floor. Her rosebud expanded
grotesquely and the first of her purge came out, slipping past
her rosebud and into my horrified but forcible welcome mouth. My
taste buds were the least of my concern, despite the revolting
bile and situation they were in. I could Madame yell above the
water, what I knew was "Chew it boy" by the rhythm she said the
words. My ears were filled with the sounds of underwater
movements. The lady squiggled her rump left and right,
successfully trying to maintain the pressure and keep me down. If
I wanted to breath, I needed to eat. I finished her first piece
of waste, and two more smaller ones followed. 30 seconds passed
as I chewed as if my life depended on it. Disgusting brown-black
waste from the beautiful hindquarters of a drop-dead gorgeous and
wealthy lady, with my nose totally submerged in the water. Not
the best situation to be in. Mercifully, she raised
  her rump allowing my head out of water, and giving me a breath.


"There's a bit more I'm afraid. Boy, prepare to go back down
again." She sat back again, as my mouth reattached to her
asshole, rudely forcing my head down under her rump yet again.
She began to purge her bowels again as the movement continued. I
chewed and swallowed the revolting waste as fast I possibly
could. When I finished, she shifted her weight as she moaned in
satisfaction. Finally as she was standing up, I could reenter the
colder air with my head now above the water. I gasped for breath
like never before. She kept a grip on my hair until I licked her
rump clean.

"Oh wonderful, it was a success!" Madam shouted. "Oh yes, that
was exhilarating, Margaret!," replied the lady. She was so happy
she swore she would find a boy to do that to again. Madame
responded, "Why that is what I wanted to talk to you about. I
think we can share him. It will help keep him in line."

The lady wiped her rump once with tissue paper to test to see
whether I had cleaned her. Luckily, the water helped to clean her
and I passed the test.

While Madame spoke these unspeakable words to my ears, Scarlett
was next. Extremely hot, and a totally spoiled bitch in every
way, she smiled gently as she sashayed to mount my face, pull
head into her cheeks, and make my mouth her own as it suctioned
onto her strongly-scented asshole.

"Just like your mother, dearest, use him like a chamberpot. It's
our privilege."

The daughter did the same, her bowels purging as substantial an
amount as her mother. I managed to hold my breath long enough,
and when allowed to come up again, I licked her clean. "Good boy"
she said as she dismounted.

Then Madam was next. She mounted me, bade me breath in good,
pressed her rosebud to my mouth, bade me suction and down we went
again. Me under the water, her expelling her fumes and excretory
waste into my digestive system. She had a big piece and a little
one to follow.

Since I was bigger in size than Madame, normally I could take her
waste. But now I had three ladies, all put together it was quite
an amount for a poor boy to take. But I had no choice. Madame and
the other ladies agreed that all three would use me as their
chamberpot from then on. I would be courting the lady's daughter,
in preparation for a very special marriage. Madame, and my new
ladyfriend, and my future mother-in-law would be using me for all
their excretory needs. They would be practically moving in with
us. Because they were wealthy, the only good thing is I wouldn't
have to work. I would be their full-time servant.

"Yes boy, from henceforth 'every drop and plop' will be going
from our womanhoods and rumps directly into your mouth. Failing
that, you will be cleaning out our chamberpots with your mouth,
until each is perfectly clean."

"But Madame," I cried, "it's not fair."

She interrupted me without sympathy. "Quiet boy. In any case, you
will use your tongue to clean our rumps afterwards. Not a single
lady here will ever use tissue paper again, except to ensure that
you have properly cleaned us. And Goddess help you if you
haven't." The ladies laughed.

"You will be given nutritional supplements so you can survive
quite healthily on our 'recycled' food. If you still have an
appetite, you will eat with your hands behind your back, your
knees on the floor, in this doggie dish I bought for you. We will
take turns spitting your food and mashing it beneath our feet.
And that's only if you are a *good boy*."

Evelina and Scarlett each held their abdomen area uncomfortably.
"Margaret, I think I have a bit more to get rid of it. That
herbal laxative just took hold of me. I really need more relief."
"Me too," said Scarlett.

"You heard them boy," Madame ordered, "Get back down in the tub.
Prepare yourself for more, a lot more, because I feel it in my
bowels too, and in a bad way. Push him further, Eve, I know for a
fact he can hold his breath a lot longer."

I was really in for it this time.

Evelina and Scarlett each held their abdomen area uncomfortably.
"Margaret, I think I
have a bit more to get rid of it. That herbal laxative just took
hold of me. I really
need more relief." "Me too," said Scarlett.

"You heard them boy," Madame ordered, "Get back down in the tub.
Prepare yourself for
more, a lot more, because I feel it in my bowels too, and in a
bad way. Push him
further, Eve, I know for a fact he can hold his breath a lot
longer."

I was really in for it this time.

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