New Master Chapter 2


by Steve <Longest7@hotmail.com>

Now here I was standing in the this room and looking around. It was a large room and plainly furnished. A very old fashioned Teacher's Desk and Chair towards one corner; a large stuffed arm-chair in the opposite corner and a simple chair in the third corner. In the last corner was a large closet. On one wall was a series of old engravings depicting guys being birched on their buttocks. On the opposite wall a series of modern photographs depicting guys showing their freshly striped and bruised buttocks. On the third wall was a large, ornate and very clean mirror which reflected much of the room.

At 24 I still craved to present myself for bare bottom punishment. In my last two years at School I regularly received a caning on either my jock covered bottom or my bare bottom. My last caning, which was on the bare, was 10 strokes for playing truant. Those cuts bit into the tender flesh of my bare buttocks and tears came to my eyes. At the conclusion I noticed I had a satisfying erection.

When I went up to Uni I had little trouble in finding a master who dealt regularly and painfully with me by applying a thrashing to my naked bottom with either a cane or a paddle. This hurt but I always ended with a satisfying erection.

My mind started to wonder. There were no canes or any other punishment implements visible. Could they be in the closet? It would not be long before I found out.

The t-shirt was damp and it made me feel chilled and apprehensive. The pouch of my jock was also damp and my erection had dissapperaed and my 7" of uncut dick and balls were now flaccid and hanging heavy.

Had I gotten myself into a situation I might regret.

Footsteps coming up the stairs quickly stopped. The door opened and the New Master strode into the room. He had changed and was now wearing tight crimson sweat suit pants; a crinson tank-top and brilliant white sneakers. His brow was circled by a sweat-band as were both his powerful wrists. He looked awesome and very menacing.

Soon I would know if I could handle a New Master

To be Continued..............


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