Circumcision Punishment

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Margaret had arrived home from the party still turned on. She was only fourteen and it was the first time that her stepmother had allowed her out later than ten. It was now eleven thirty. She had abused the privalage and knew she would be grounded. Her stepmother was very strict and would also probably cane her, unless she could sweet-talk her father into letting her off. It had been worth it, she had spent the last couple of hours petting with her new boyfriend Ryan and had given him another blow job in exchange for the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced after he had licked her clitoris. She was in love.

She had slipped out of her house earlier in her new black split mini-skirt with her white top tied up to show her navel off. Her legs were long, thin match-sticks and travelled straight up to her thong covered crotch, which was still relatively undeveloped and had only a tiny amount of pubic hair. The black lace bra obvious under the blouse showing off her new budding breasts to their best advantage. She had a figure which boys stared at even when she wasn't dressed like a tart, but today she had gone out of her way 'to pull'! The evidence of her evening out had stained her black mini-skirt, Ryan had ejaculated what seemed like gallons of cum into her mouth and it had dribbled out all over her clothes. Now she tried to slip back into the house under cover of darkness, the whole house devoid of light.

Margarets stepmother Karen was a strict dominant woman brought up to believe of sex as a method of man control. She had married Margarets father five years ago more for financial stability than love. Sex with him was at best functional, she never recieved pleasure in the actual act only from his tongue, but she used her understanding of his needs to control and dominate him. This is what turned her on, 'keep him de-spunked and he'll do anything for you' her mother had always told her.

She thought of her stepdaughter Margaret as a tart, a slut, out of control when in fact Margaret was just a standard fast developing teenager trying to be grown up. Karen wanted to bring her to heel. Stan, her husband, had allowed her to cane Margaret after Karen had manipulated him during an intense sex session pointing out that they themselves had both been caned as children. The caning had brought some control over Margaret but not nearly enough for Karens liking! Karen had been working on a way of bringing Margaret into line for a few weeks now, she had a plan and both Margaret and Stan were falling into her trap.

Karen had heard Stans story of how he was circumcised as a teenager in the 1960's when his mother caught him masturbating, while looking at a photo of his aunt. His mother caned him hard across his bare buttocks, lecturing him on the evils of self-abuse while his aunt, a nurse, had been sent for. His aunt was an incredibly sexy woman in Stans eyes, she made him stand with his hands on his head as she examined his penis and testicles. 'I could castrate you for this vile habit. That would put a stop to it.' His aunt had said looking directly into his eyes, she had smiled and slowly licked her lips. 'But I don't want my sister to miss out on grandchildren so this time I'll just take some skin, this bit.' His aunt ran a sharp fingure nail around his foreskin. His mother put an old rubber sheet on the bed, one that had been used when he was tiny and had wet the bed.

The operation was done with him tied face up, naked, spread eagled to his bed with no drugs for the pain and his mother repeating 'dirty boy' over and over again. He could feel the cold rubber on his back. His aunt sat astride his chest facing his feet as she went to work with a scalpel. His aunt wore stockings and suspendors and from his position on the bed all he could see were stocking tops during the actual cutting as her skirt rode up. He became errect during the preparations for the operation and ejaculated when the blade first touched his penis. At that his mother wanted him castrated, but his aunt talked her into a slow tight circumcision. The circumcision was very painfull with both his aunt and mother laughing as he sobbed. Eventually it was over and his mother left the room. His aunt turned around on Stans chest and sat looking into his eyes, her knicker covered crotch inches from his face. The knickers were obviously damp and he could smell the musk of a turned on woman, she kissed him on the cheek and told him quietly that she owned his penis and testicles now that she had saved him from castration. He nodded, as she brought his mouth up to allow him a single lick of her knickered covered crotch.

For the next few weeks his aunt would call around to check on his recovery, when his mother was out. He would have to lie face up as he was examined on the bed with his aunt sat astride him. These examinations were most unusual, he would always get an erection. Each time her skirt would ride up to show off stockings and suspendors and each time her bottom and crotch would come closer to his face. He would turn his head and lick the naked skin above her stocking tops, she would move her crotch onto his face and say 'lick'. When she had orgasmed she would lightly touch his penis with her sharp finger nails and say 'dirty boy'. He would cum in what seemed like gallons. This was the only sexual release he was allowed until he left home.

The whole circumcision experience had the required effect and put a stop to his dirty schoolboy habits, but it also screwed up his sex life in later years. He could not be cured of premature ejaculation and he craved domination from powerful women. His first marriage had failed due to his poor sexual performance even before Margarets mother had died. Karen had found a very submissive man in Stan. She found that adopting a dominant role and wearing the required underwear was all that was needed to get her own way, and tonight she wanted her own way.

Earlier that evening she had let Margaret sneak out of the house dressed like a tart she then dug out Margarets diary which contained details of her exploration with boys, the blow jobs, hand jobs and intense snogging. Karen had found it while cleaning the previous week. Margaret loved lists and kept totals of how many times she had done things with each boy and how far she had let them go. But it also listed times and places of her many exploits involving self-abuse. This could all be used by Karen in her plan.

Karen also dug out a very old medical book, from her days as a nurse and book marked the appropriate page:

'According to the Massachusetts Lunatic Asylum 1848

annual report 32% of admissions were for "self-pollution" or

masturbation associated with an obsession with clitoral orgasm.

According to the New Orleans Medical and Surgical

Journal, "masturbation is very injudicious to the

health"(9:67, 1881-

1882.) It also linked the following diseases to masturbation of the

clitoris: leucorrhoea, falling of the womb, cancer, functional

disorders of the heart, spinal irritation, hysteria, convulsions,

haggard features, mania, halitosis, and propensity for

prostitution! "In my opinion, neither the plague, nor war, nor

smallpox, nor a crowd of similar evils have resulted more

disastrously for humanity, then the habit of masturbation: it is the

destroying element of civilized society"(Review of European

Legislation for Control of Prostitution, New Orleans Med Surg J

11:700-705, 1854- 1855). In 1866 British physician Dr. Isaac Brown

Baker found excising the clitoris successful in treating and

preventing epilepsy and other nervous disorders in female patients.'

She placed the diary and the book on Stans bedside table and called him upstairs for an 'early night'.

Karen was dressed in her black underwear, complete with stockings and suspendors, a short black skirt just covered the stocking tops. She had a white blouse on and stood with her hands on her hips, looking magnificant, ready to 'deal' with Stan. They played out this fantasy every month or so, Stan thought she did it for him but really she loved the control. Stan entered the room naked and errect. 'What is that?' she said in a stern voice pointing at the errection, 'you've been playing with it again you naughty boy. You know what will happen now don't you?' She strode over and slapped his penis

Stan looked at the ground as he pleaded 'I'm sorry I can't help it, please don't circumcise me.'

Karen pointed at the bed, already covered in the rubber sheet, 'you need to be taught some self control you dirty boy, lie down.'

Stan lay face up spread eagled on the bed and gripped the headboard. Karen showed him the razor sharp scalpel, saying 'I'm going to cure you, you dirty boy'. She hitched up her skirt and sat aside him with her bottom near his face, he licked the exposed skin. Karen positioned her crotch over Stans face to allow him a chance to service her orally. Karen started to masturbate him repeating 'dirty boy' over and over again. She came quickly but he knew he wasn't allowed to cum yet. When she sensed he was ready she suddenly stopped and touched his penis with the blunt side of the blade, he ejaculated and almost hit the ceiling screaming with joy. She continued to scrape the blunt edge over his highly sensitive glands. Now he was ready to do anything for her.

She cuddled up to him. 'Do you regret being circumcised?'

'No. It was a very intence experience and one that was needed to stop me wanking, stop me going blind.'He smiled, his mother really believed that at the time it was done.

'Do you think they should circumcise girls? After all I wouldn't miss wanking, but then again I've never found a need for it. All that fiddling with your own fingers is dirty and smelly.' She watched him getting errect again.

'Well I suppose, but these days they say wanking doesn't harm you. If it did harm you then yes I think girls should be circumcised' He could picture a young girl held down like he had been, he realised he was fully errect.

'What about your own daughter?' Karen smiled, turning the conversation in her required direction.

'She wouldn't do that sort of thing.' He said.

Karen reached over and opened the medical text book. 'Read this.'

Stan read it over twice. Little girls could injure their health through masturbation. His heart rate was rising, this really turned him on. Karen reached down and slowly sarted to masturbate him. 'Just think if Margaret had been a dirty girl and had to be circumcised.' He had a picture of this in his head as Karen wanked him. 'Just imagine someone sat astride her, the stockings in her face. The cold rubber sheet on her back.' My god he was enjoying this, but his own little girl..... 'Just imagine the scalpel touching her little citoris, the fear in her head as the cutting starts...' Wosh he came again, and just as powerfull as the first time, Karen continued milking him telling him that only bad, dirty girls got cut. Nice little girls get to keep their girlie parts as long as they don't play with them!

'Yes, dirty girls should be cut.' The image was powerful and still in his head. 'I love you Karen, god that was so powerfull. It's a good job Margaret is so innocent otherwise I'd get her cut.' He liked this fantasy, he'd ask Karen if they could do this one again sometime. Karen stood up and looked sad.

'I need to tell you something, something about Margaret and you won't like it' Karen had her back to Stan and had a wicked smile on her face. 'Did you mean that about having Margaret cut?'

'Yes.' Stan said half in fantasy, but half in reality. 'What's wrong?'

Karen handed Stan the diary. Slowly he read all the recent entries. How she masturbated five times in one day last week. How she had wanked off six boys in her class and given a couple of blow jobs. He came to realise what a slut his daughter was. How could she do all this? He thought of the dreadfull consequences of her habits on her health. Karen tut tutted about self-abuse, mental diseases etc. Stan had a picture of a scalpel in his head, it had cured him and could also cure his daughter.

'We could of course just ignore all this and hope she comes to no harm, nyphomania isn't terminal.' Karen said. 'But then again I am a qualified nurse and could probably put a stop to all this.'

Stan started to cry. 'She's my only daughter. She'd never forgive me. I can't let you hurt her.'

Karen put her arms around Stan and cuddled him. 'You would be doing it to save her, think back to that article. You had it done to you and it never really harmed you did it?'

'I suppose.' He needed to put up some argument, but deep down he knew Margaret needed this done.

'You still love your mum, after what your aunt did and a little pain now is better than years of torment.' Karen knew that Stan was agreeing.

'If you do it, don't hurt her that much. I don't think I can help you. I'd rather not watch.' Stan was giving the final go ahead.

'I'll do it tonight when she gets in.' Karen tried not to look too triumphant, as she said this.

A few hours later Margaret made it to her bedroom. Her stepmother and father must be asleep. She slowly opened her bedroom door, sneaked in then closed the door and turned on the light.

'A bit late aren't you slut?.' Her stepmother was sat at the side of Margarets bed.

'I'm not a slut.' Margaret hated Karen, and hated it when she called her names.

Karen stood up, dropped the diary on the bed and walked towards Margaret. Margarets eyes locked onto the diary, shit I'm in big trouble she thought. Margaret felt frightened by the sheer size of Karen and the way she was dressed, Karen hadn't changed since the session earlier in the evening. She was very intimidating. Karen pointed to a stain on Margarets dress. 'I know what produces stains like that and I know what you've been doing to get stains like that. You, young lady, are a tart. I've read your diary and I believe that you need some behaviour modification lessons. Shall I wake your dad up or will you do as I say?' Karen got hold of Margarets arm and pulled her towards the bed.

Margaret looked at the diary and started to cry. What should she do? She was in deep trouble and she'd do anything to get out of this. 'Please don't tell Dad. I'll do anything. I'm sorry I'll stop seeing boys.'

Margaret pushed her face down onto the bed. 'OK, I'll not tell you dad' she lied, 'but you had better cooperate.' After a slight nod from Margaret Karen continued 'Seeing boys I can understand even a bit of experimentation on them is healthy, but all this masturbation of yours is very dirty and wrong. You feel all that pleasure but each time it's another nail in your coffin.'

'I'm sorry' Margaret said as she lay waiting for the beating to start. Karen picked up the cane from under the bed. 'I really want to help you stop this evil habit. I could beat it out of you with twenty or more strokes.' Karen swished thin air and saw the tears start, Margaret knew that twenty was too much and she started to plead, begging Karen not to do it.

'There is another way I can cure you. It will be unpleasant, but easier to take than twenty hard strokes on your soft bottom.' Karen cuddled Margaret. 'Will you let me cure you?'

'Yes.' Margaret said. Totally unaware of what she had agreed to. Karen pulled out the rubber sheet and placed it over the bed. Margaret looked puzzled. Karen asked her to lie down face up on it. Next Karen tied margarets hands to either side of the headboard at the top of the bed, she had placed the rope there earlier. Margaret was now scared, but still didn't want to risk a beating by asking questions.

Karen went to the side of the bed unzipped Margarets skirt, and pulled it off. 'Nice underwear but just another sign of your illness.' She then pulled the thong off. 'You dear are a nyphomaniac, that can be very dangerous but I intend to cure you.' She secured Margarets feet wide open to the foot of the bed, and stood between the open legs. Margaret was now really scared.

'What are you doing?' Margaret said checking her bonds in near panic.

Karen reached over to Margarets vulva and started to rub her clitoris. 'Feels good eh?'

Margaret was still horny from earlier and her clitoris was quick to respond. Margaret started to feel good when a sudden pain between her legs brought her to her senses. Karen had squeezed the clitoris glands pinching it with her long fingernails and pulling hard. 'This my dear is the seat of your undoing. If you had self control I would help you use your body to get what you want from men, just like my mother showed me.' She continued to pinch and pull the sensitive organ. 'You however, need some help to get you on the straight and narrow. This useless bit of meat needs removing, its called circumcision and I'm going to make sure it hurts.' She let go of the clitoris and picked a cloth gag, she showed it to Margaret. 'You really should have chosen the beating or at least have made a better attempt to make friends with me as a mother, even just a stepmother, because I am not a woman to be crossed.'

'Circumcision? Thats what they do to African girls. You can't do that to me.' Margaret pulled hard on all her bonds.

'100 million Africans can't all be wrong, but you are wrong. I am going to circumcise you. Now bite hard on this and I'll cut as quickly as possible.' She forced the gag in Margarets mouth and tied it behind her head.

The scalpel she used as a prop with Stan was going to finally claim its first victim. Karen climbed on the bed and sat down on Margarets chest. She leaned forward and told a firm hold of Margarets engorged clitoris with her left hand. 'Mmmmmmmm' was all Margaret could manage. Karen pulled up and back on the doomed appendage, making sure the glands was well exposed. It looked like a tiny penis all red and shiny. Margaret struggled but could hardly move. Karen placed the blade against the underside of the clitoris. The bedroom door slowly opened, Margaret didn't notice her father in the doorway naked and errect, masturbating. Karen looked at Stan. Stan nodded. Karen started to cut. Margaret screamed into the gag. 'Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'. The cutting was similar to gutting a fish, in nature, and skinning a chicken, in texture. It was over in less than two seconds.

Less than one inch of flesh was between Karens fingers, so much pain and so much potential pleasure. Stans ejaculation hit Karen in the face from over five feet away by the door. Three times and he still cums like a train, she casually thought castration would cure him of that and made a mental note to trick him into agreeing to that one day. Stan closed the door and left without being seen by his daughter.

Margaret was in pain. She had had paper cuts on her fingers in the past and they really hurt. This felt like the mother of all paper cuts and it was between her legs. What had that bitch done to her? Blood ran onto the rubber sheet. Karen turned around and held the clitoris close to Margarets face. 'You still have your labia, and you can keep them if you agree never to cross me again, and agree to call me mum.' Margaret nodded 'I'll be good mum, honest.' Margaret had just had her spirit broken and Karen knew it.

'Good girl.' Karen cut Margaret free, and gave her a sanitary towel to press on the hole left where her clitoris used to be. Karen removed the sheet and cuddled Margaret to sleep. Now she had two members of the family totally in her control. Maybe I'll get Margaret to help with her dads castration Karen thought as she also drifted off to sleep.

COG 23.12.2000