Master Paul, being the wise Master that he is, has placed me on a regular, weekly punishment schedule. Master has determined that his slave requires regular punishment appointments to keep on track. The following report is for the first of my regular weekly appointments with Brandon. Each week, i am required to send my Master a confession of the things that i deserve punishment for. Once Master has read the confession, he will then send the prescribed punishment to Brandon, who in turn, carries out Master's sentence. i freely submit to this routine.
My appointment was set for 2:00 PM on Friday. i arrived for my appointment a little early dressed in my punishment uniform (white tee shirt, blue shorts, jockstrap, and Nikes, without stockings). i went down to the basement of Brandon's hotel where the punishment session takes place, only to find an envelope addressed to me pinned to the door. The note inside the envelope ordered me to go into the "playroom" place the frat paddle and belt that i had been instructed to have with me on the table, and then report to Brandon's office up on floor 11. i let myself into the room, deposited the items on the table and then went back out into the hall and over to the staff elevator and rang for it. Upon reaching floor 11, i got out of the elevator and walked over to the private back door of Brandon's office and knocked on it. Brandon opened the door and ushered me into the office.
"You are late, slave!" Brandon said as he closed the door.
"Sorry, Sir," i replied. "i did not know that i was not going to be coming up here, Sir, it took a bit to get the elevator and get up here."
"Too bad, boy, late is late, there is no excuse. I will add to the punishment Master Paul has ordered you to receive," Brandon informed me.
"Yes, Sir, i understand, Sir," i meekly replied.
"Strip down to your jock, boy," Brandon commanded.
"Yes, Sir," i responded and began to undress.
Once i had removed my clothing and folded them neatly and placed them in a corner of the office, Brandon ordered me to turn around and bend over. When i was bent over Brandon opened up my butt cheeks with his hands and checked to see if i had the black butt plug in place that Master Paul had ordered me to have up my ass.
"I see that you have the right plug up your butt, boy; that is a good thing or I would have to increase your punishment further. By the way, next week I will be doing a few spot checks on you to insure that you are following the anal training that Master Paul has you on," Brandon informed me. "Now stand up and let's go down to the basement and get this over with," he said.
i started over to get my clothes so that i could dress, but Brandon stopped me.
"You don't need those; we are going to use the back way. Now, get going, boy," Brandon said as he opened the back door.
Downstairs we went, Brandon fully dressed in his business suit, me in jock and butt plug. Upon entering the room, i was horrified to see Austin, the Bell Captain (who is jeremy, Brandon's son's new Master), standing in the room.
"Glad you could make it Austin, perhaps you can pick up a few pointers watching me punish slave kevin," Brandon said. "Now let's get going," he commanded.
Brandon went over to the table and picked up the 12" wooden frat paddle i had brought and sat down in the chair. i did not need to be told what to do next, i went very willingly over his lap. i was told to count, and he applied 25 good solid whacks to my plugged rear end. i was then told to stand up and remove the plug from my ass. After the plug was removed and set aside, it was back over his lap and i was given 55 more licks with the paddle which were even harder than the first 25.
i was then ordered over to the wall for the next set. Brandon had me bend over at the waist and rest my weight on my hands and spread my feet out wide, giving him a nice big target for the belt he had retrieved from the table. The count began again, this time to 50. Brandon put a lot of effort into these strokes and he had me crying by about number 18. i did however manage to keep count, but it took a ton of will power to do so.
Brandon then placed me on my knees with my hands on the top of my head while he and Austin went out of the room and closed the door. i could hear them talking in low voices, but could not make out what they were saying.
Upon the return of the two of then i was ordered remove my jock and then bend over the back of the chair. Brandon then applied 60 more swats to my sore butt with his hands. i was glad that I had had a bit of a rest because that gave me a chance to calm down before the hand spanking.
"Now then boy, we need to deal with your being late," Brandon told me. "Back to the wall and get into position," he commanded. "I have a new toy that I want to try out on your ass," he informed me.
With that Brandon produced a very nasty looking tawse. He patted my already battered ass with it a few times and then got down to business.
"No need to count these," he told me. "you won't be able to anyway."
With that having been said, he laid the first of quite a few strokes to my butt. It was like turning a whole swarm of bees stinging me all at once. This reduced me to tears, BIG time. After what seemed an eternity, it finally stopped. i was allowed to calm down then was ordered to my knees.
Brandon told me that i was to give both Austin and himself a blowjob in payment for the punishment session. i obediently sucked a load of cum out of each one of them. i was then told to put the plug back in place in my ass and then to put my jock back on. Austin then handed me my paddle and belt and then told me i was a good slave, adding that he hoped that jeremy would one day be as good. Brandon and Austin then walked me back to Brandon's office where i was told to dress and leave.
i had a very hot jack off session later that night, after the fire in my ass had gone out.