Why AM i a SiSSy ?

    When I was thirteen years old my mother just out of the shower caught me masturbating. Furious she pulled me over her knee and paddled my bare ass with her hairbrush until I cried like a baby. Still hard from playing with myself I remember helplessly squealing as I begged for mercy while I ground my swollen little thing into her bare thighs. She must have enjoyed what she was doing as I recall smelling her musky excitement. This one incident changed our relationship and molded my proclivities forever. I spent much of my teen years squirming under her fierce domain, doing the laundry and house chores at her bidding instead of playing outdoors with friends. From that day forward my sexual wiring changed. My naughty mind constantly straying to thoughts of her firm hand. Wishing for and at the same time a little afraid and humiliated by the harsh spankings that I still crave to this day!

     Growing up I wasn’t allowed to wear long pants until I finally left home. I felt like such a sissy in those short pants and for years I have dreamed of  wearing the same tight little shorts with a sissy apron. I had spent so many more years a slave to that punishing hairbrush as mommy’s little maid. I am a still a (willing) prisoner to the intense sexual feelings of being paddled and especially humiliated, and can not seem to ever escape my desire to obey women.  I still crave doing laundry, ironing, cleaning and being humiliated for the amusement of women. I am forever grateful to have found my loving wife a bossy, domineering woman, who seems to love having so much help around the house on the weekends. I am forever grateful and promise to always be very well behaved ,if she would just spank me more often.