The Stable Boy
The Stable Boy.  
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Back in 1955, I took a job in a stables. My duties included mucking out the  
stables, grooming the horses and preparing them for riding. I learnt the  
job fairly quickly, there was nothing intellectually demanding. I must admit  
I did do some aspects of the job fairly slopily. I was a carefree 20 year  
old. I was more interested in chatting to the young ladies who frequented  
the stables.  
  
After 2 weeks of easy employment. I was given the duty to groom  
Lady Petherington's horse, saddle it up and take it to her. The Lady  
was in her mid-40s and looked a harsh lady. I handed her the reins to her  
horse and she mounted. The saddle slipped. "I'm sorry, I mustn't have  
tightened it properly". I set to tightening the saddle. On completion, I  
looked up at her for thanks. I looked into her stern face. She kicked me in  
the face. My nose was bleeding. She dismounted. She handed me a handkerchief.  
I took it to mop up my nose bleed. She kicked me in the balls. I fell to my  
knees. She picked up her riding crop and whipped me, continuously.  
On the neck, chest, sides, stomach. I eventually just fell to the floor,  
and just rolled around, pain hitting me from every part of my torsoe.  
  
While writhing in pain, she pulled off my trousers and under-pants and  
dragged me into the centre of the stable by my ankles. My head was tilted  
backwards as I was being dragged. Most of the young girls I chatted to, were  
watching. "Help", I screamed. There was just laughter and a few girls waved.  
  
I was in the middle of the stable. The lady, tied my legs with a rope,  
tested it was secure and the girls watching hoisted. My weak, sore body was  
raised from the ground.  
  
The Lady approached me. My manhood was at her shoulder height.  
She cupped my balls in her hand. She spoke. "You have been very poor  
in your duties. You must be punished.". One of the girl's passed her a  
knife. I screamed as she took the knife to my balls. She teased them for  
a few seconds. I screamed again as felt the cold steel of her knife, severe  
the soft skin of my scrotum. Then they were gone. She knelt down before me  
showing me my balls and said "If you want to keep your cock, then your  
behaviour must improve. From now on you will work naked so everyone can  
see your punishment". She left and the girls lowered me down.  
  
Well, I've been working there ever since - 40 years. I a few weeks ago, I  
was faced with a choice. Either retire, and loose my cock with dignity or  
continue until I made a mistake and be punished. I decided to go with  
style. The Lady now in her 80s made a speach. Ever since the day she was  
forced to castrate me, my work had been impecible and it's with great  
honour, that I take my knife to this stable-hand's penis. To rounds of  
applause and a feeling of pride, the strict old lady cut off my penis.  
  
My neice, had great fun typing up my story. She and her partner have found  
somewhere on the NET to put - where like minded females such as my Lady  
and their undeserving slaves can read it.