That Fateful Night (Parts1and2)

The place was dark. I wasn't certain that Heritage Day would count as a typical "long week-end" and that they'd be away. But I decided to chance it 'cause with the depression/recession, people don't seem to be away from home that much. In other words, business was slow.

I let myself in through a back window, all dressed in black as per usual, a black Bella clava on my head ready to pull down and black Nikes if I needed to make a run for it. Interesting place. Not your typical yuppie heaven either. These two appeared to be into some pretty imaginative _s_e_x_ judging by the posters of the guys and gals on the wall. I made my usual circuit of the place picking up the light and easily disposable stuff. Jewellery, silver, a really expensive man's gold watch, and proceeded to check out the closet in the master bed room.

"Huh! What's this?" I think to myself as I notice a strip of leather thong that seems to go under the back wall. Feeling around for a few minutes, I realize that there is a coat hanger that seems stuck on the bar. Absentmindedly pushing this away, yields an unexpected result. The back of the closet slides back a notch. "Bingo!" says I, shushing myself in my head, with deprecations of "amateur," I slide the hidden door to the left. There's a click. That's weird, that sounded like it came from behind me instead of to the left. I listen quietly for a minute. Nothing. "Nerves. Must be out of practise," I think.

Entering the room, my nose is assaulted with the warm salty aroma of leather. In the middle of the room is a bed that is completely draped with black hides. My _c_o_c_k_ starts to swell. I can't help myself. Dropping my bag and my light, I head for it. I slide my body, face first into the pile of skins like a _c_o_c_k_ slipping into a rubber. My jeans are ready to split from the pressure of my hard-on. My head is swimming from the heady aroma of tanned skins, making me think of tanning the skin on some cute young buck's behind.

There's a noise. Immediately I'm suffocated by the pressure of a man's weight on top of me. My hands are wrenched behind my back, and I hear a belt exit waist loops and feel it expertly being bound around my wrists. I'm taken completely off guard. I didn't even have time to struggle. "_d_a_m_n_!" I yell, "What the hell is this?"

"What the hell indeed?" says a deep, gravelly voice. Sweat breaks out from my pits and I smell my own fear. "So I caught myself a little thief! What's your name, and make it fast?" the man demands.

"Right now 'screw-up' seems pretty appropriate," I reply, stalling as I furiously weigh what the point of lying to the man would be. Deciding there is none I tell him, "Matt Tyler. Look I'm really sorry about this. You know how it is, there's just no jobs out there and everybody's gotta survive," I lie. The room is silent for a long minute. I'm not sure if I'm making any points or not.

Suddenly I'm wrenched around so I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, facing him. I can see he is weighing out possibilities, deciding if what I say matters or can be believed. Thinking about what he's going to do. The silence is driving me crazy, but I have the good sense for once to keep my mouth shut instead of opening it to change feet, like I usually do.

"Well," the man says, I guess there is nothing to be done but call the cops. My heart stops. I look up into his eyes with fear and pleading. He just stands there, frowning down at me. Slowly I lower my head in a posture of submission.

I've never been a bottom, but I figure its my only hope. "Sir," I say, " I'll do anything you want, gladly, if you don't turn me in. I mean anything! I won't fight you. Sir, please don't call the cops." A large strong hand cups my jaw tilting my face upwards to his eyes. My eyes remain down.

The man gives my head a shake and he says, "Look at me boy. Do you have any idea what that would mean?"

I shake my head in denial.

"Alright, I'll tell you, and if you give me any indication that it won't sit well with you, you're off to jail."

I steal myself.

With a sigh the man says, "This is how it will go with you if I show you mercy and take you up on your offer. First of all you better plan on being here for the week end."

I nod my assent.

"Secondly, though I've never had a guy before, the idea has held some interest for me. You better be willing to have your body used for my pleasure whenever I'm so inclined, not that I'd let you be in a position to refuse."

Again I slowly nod my head, not wanting to seem too eager.

"And thirdly, its obvious to me that what you need is a good hard strapping on your bare butt. I don't give a _d_a_m_n_ what you believe gives you the right to go ripping people off. As far as I'm concerned, you deserve a major dose taking. Then He wanted to know just exactly how I would have left the place. He wanted to know if I'd ever trashed a joint I'd burglarised. I assured Him that it was just for the money, and no I'd never done any damage other than at the initial entry point. This is what I told my Master: "I entered the home, your home Sir," I admitted meekly, " by the back kitchen window. The latch was an easy kind to force, merely requires a screwdriver jammed between the panes at the right angle to push the latch open. It did gouge out a piece of the wood though. Starting there I made a circuit through the dining room and emptied out the box with the thirty-six piece Stirling silver cutlery. The bedroom was the next place I go to and I found a few rings (three) that I liked and an attractive, obviously expensive man's gold wrist watch which I pocketed." I looked up guiltily again.

"Go on," He sighed.

"There was a nice gold chain with an emerald on it I had also stolen. Then I had gone into the closet, found the secret door and you found me Sir."

"And you didn't go into any other rooms?" He demanded.

"No Sir," says I.

"Think carefully! Are you sure?"

(Gee what's He so uptight about all of a sudden? He's got me by the balls here, I wonder.) But I rethink where I've been and can't remember getting to anywhere else, so I tell Him. He sighs in relief. Well, I'm the kind of nosey brat that doesn't know when to shut up so I ask Him what all the "to do" is about.

With a stern look He says, "That will cost you boy, that curiosity of yours, but actually curiosity is one thing that I value. That and balls, and you've certainly got those." He punctuates this statement by giving mine a not so gentle squeeze. "But neither of those are worth a _d_a_m_n_ if you don't have the capacity to care for others as much as yourself. But anyway, since you asked I have a large collection of old manuscripts and pagan artifacts which have been reputed to effect a curse any who mishandles or misuses them.

My eyes go wide as I think O my god this guy is into weird _d_a_m_n_!

"Don't worry about it," He says, "As long as you never touched anything in the next room, you're safe. I'm curious though, had you not been so lucky that I didn't shorten you spree here, would you have broken into an old chest that is pad-locked in a room full of strange symbols that are obviously from the ages past?"

"I don't know, Sir, if the room gave me the creeps maybe not."

" O.K. then. Back to work." He says, " We are going to make a list together boy and figure out just what I owe that butt of yours for the things you tried to take. Get out of this tub and get dried off. Meet me in the bed room."

"Yes Sir."

So putting the weirdness aside, I did as I was told. The collar around my neck was chaffing anyway and this distracted me.

Once settled in His room my Master changed into a heavy terry cloth bathrobe. I was disappointed to have my view obstructed. I sat in front of Him on the floor.

"Thirty-six silver pieces of cutlery," He said, " I guess a good switching would cover that. Now I want you to go to the kitchen and in the left hand top drawer is a pair of pruning shears. Take them outside in the back yard and you will see a mountain ash in the back left corner. Use the back door this time!" He said with smirk, "I want you to go out to that tree, and ask its permission to take a branch to get your ass switched with. I suggest you pick a good one the first time!"

Noticing my glance towards my clothes, the Man chuckles saying, "You will go out dressed as you are and do as I say or I'll use the Strap instead."

Well that did it. I pushed my qualms and confusion aside and off I went. And the weirdest part was that I swear to you that the _d_a_m_n_ tree seemed to bend one particular branch down towards me. Oh, maybe it was just the wind! Once back inside, I stripped off the branches and brought the switch up to Him.

A chair had been placed in front of Him. Handing the Man the switch I positioned myself sideways to Him with my waist bent over the backrest and gripped the seat.

Throwing off the bath robe, Sir said, "Count aloud."

"One" Whip ...Sting!

"Two" Whip ...Sting!

"Three" Whip ...Sting!

"Four" Whip ...Sting! He was slowly moving the stroke down my butt.

"Five" Whip ...Sting!

"Six" Whip ...Sting!

"Seven" Whip ...Sting!

This seemed to go on and on and on and on, until again tears were breaking out of my eyes. But eventually I got to thirty- five and then thirty- six which broke the _d_a_m_n_ switch right across my poor blushing ass cheeks. But once again I was getting turned on.

It's weird how just after I would think I can't take any more, within half a minute I'm suddenly exalted by a rush of endorphins. Maybe not so funny, the body's a weird and wonderful thing. My thoughts quickly turned back to His thing though. God, I still hadn't tasted that _c_o_c_k_! This was about to change.

With a kiss on my lips, I was lead into the leather room. I was taken to a row of cabinets and shown a large variety of paddles, rods, quirts, tawses, straps ( from principal's, to razor straps, and all the way up to the penitentiary strap He had used on me earlier) and even a couple of light whips. At my look He assured me that they, the whips would not be necessary if I continued to behave. Was He just trying to scare me or control me, keep me off balanced?

I was given time to muse over this however, as we still had the matter of the necklace and His watch to settle. _d_a_m_n_, this guy doesn't let up. Neither does my _c_o_c_k_. At His last comment it started to stir even more. The principal's strap was chosen, to cure those sticky fingers of mine, the Man said.

Standing before Him I was told to hold my hand out and was given five hard straps on my right hand. Then my left hand. Unfortunately for me, I lost my self control and moved on the last stroke. That one was repeated and a penalty of three more were given to each hand. This time I stood frozen and unmoving.

The Man then bent me over His Knee and proceeded to match the number of straps I'd taken on my hand to my already red ripened butt. All I can say is that this Man wasn't exaggerating about the "not being able to sit down for a week." If anything, I wondered if I'd be standing for the next several!

Finally He chose a two foot lighter strap and while he sat on the right side of the bed, stretched out, I was positioned on all four at a ninety degree angle to Him. I was told to suck and I did, greedily. The strap kept time with my sucking and was used to communicate how I was to vary the tempo and the firmness He wanted. He gave me some lube and let me start jerking myself off as well about half way through. I was told however that I was not allowed to cum before Him. I had to stop many times and let my _c_o_c_k_ cool down. And then I knew He was excruciatingly close. He indicated to slow my intensity of sucking Him but I just could not! I brought Him to a screaming orgasm and came myself seconds later amidst many several very hard lashes of the strap for disobeying Him. But Then He smiled and gathered me in His arms again and we drifted off to sleep.