My dream is to be dunked in a tank filled with mud or get muddy in a gunge tank like the ones in Mostwam; I would also love to be covered in green slime in a gungetank and try pie face catapult
I'd love to be dressed as a school girl wearing a short skater skirt walking along the edge of a muddy slope. I slip, and slide down the slope on my bum with the skirt riding up my back, coming to rest at the bottom in a 6 inch deep patch of very soft sticky mud.
To be forced to sit under a gunge tank when I get hit with around 5 gallons of pink gunge. Then 5 gallons of orange gunge. Then yellow. Followed by green, light blue, navy, and then purple. Right when I think it's over I get white gunge dumped on me. As I wipe the goo from my eyes I get hit with a whipped cream pie to the face. And then another pie. And another pie. One for each year I was born. And of course I'll be forced to wear only my birthday suit. Happy birthday to me.
Either a cake bed where there are cakes all across the mattress, so you climb in under the covers and get sandwiched in cake.
Or a cake session around the kitchen with lots of different chairs with various cakes on, and walk around pretending to be ignorant and accidentally sitting on them all.
Or a cake sitting race, where you have those long gym benches lined with cakes, and you have to sit on all of them until you reach the end.
I have several different fantasy scenarios I'd like to experience some time, but this is probably the one I've had the longest (and revisit the most often).
- The "bad boy" assumes the position and gets paddled, fully dressed, on the seat of his jeans, counting out the swats and saying "Sir" after each one.
- The "punisher" sits down on the couch, motions for the "bad boy" to come over, undoes his belt and jeans, pulls down his jeans and boxers, pulls him over the knee, and gives him a bare butt spanking (twice as many spanks as paddle swats), counting off the swats.
- The "punisher" tells the bad boy to stand up and then strips him naked. He leads him on a nice, slow, "walk of shame" out to the barn/shed/woodshed.
- Once they get there, the "punisher" mentions that he doesn't think the "bad boy" is quite naked enough. He tells the "bad boy" to put his hands behind his head, picks up a pair of pre-set electric clippers, and shaves the "bad boy's" chest/torso and pubes. He tells the "bad boy" to bend over, takes off his belt, and gives him a bare-ass whipping with the belt (same number of licks as the hand spanking). Again, the "bad boy" counts off the swats and says "Sir" after each one.
- The "punisher" tells the "bad boy" to stand up and put his hands behind his back. He handcuffs his hands and tells him to get down on his knees. The bad boy gets covered in "tar" (dark corn syrup) and feathers, gets eggs broken over his head (one for every lick of the belt), gets doused with warm beer, and gets oatmeal poured all over him.
Whether or not (and how) either/both guys relieve their sexual tension depends, at least in part, on the connection/energy between them.
Depending on my mood, I'd be happy to be either the "bad boy" or the "punisher." Either way, the other person ideally would be someone I know (and trust) from my vanilla life, but that's not necessarily a requirement.
Definitely a game game type scenario with LOTS of pies to the face, underwear filling and sticky gunge over my head for wrong answers or forfeits. Of course, the "host" stays clean.
I lose a bet, and the result is I'm mercilessly punished.
The winner of the bet starts by giving me an eggwash, then covers me with flour. He proceeds to plaster me with a dozen cream pies, then covers me with chocolate syrup. He finishes me off by feathering me. He then ties me to a chair, hangs a sign on me that reads "trash", and drags me outside, leaving me to be humiliated in public.
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