That Fateful Night (Parts3and4)

About ten in the morning He handed me a coffee with the words, "I never gave you permission to cum again!"

"Wow, this Man is incredible."

He smiled, and sat down next to me and we drank our coffee in relative silence, each lost in a fury of questions and thoughts. I know I was wondering often last night just how much my poor butt could take. But strangely enough it really wasn't that sore. Admitting to myself that I had certainly fanaticised about being a bottom, I was again amazed at the different approach this guy had. I guess the concept of being treated like dirt was one of the things that always left me cold. But being treated like His prize pup was really a turn on. Even though my master had been a stern and unyielding disciplinarian, it was no more than I had deserved. What will he do next, though? Is my punishment for breaking in and stealing over? Do I want it to be over? These were questions that just kept spinning and spinning around inside me as I slowly sipped the last of my brew.

"Well," the Man said, "I guess I need to ask you some more questions about now. For instance: Have you ever played bottom before?

What did you and didn't you like about what we did last night?

If I were to give you a choice to leave here today, after I'm through with a little unfinished business, would you? Or would you work out the week end just to see what kicks you could get from it? Or for any other reason?

Do you plan on going back to stealing once you leave here?

What would it take to prevent you from going back to crime?

What would you need to help you not bo back to crime, and find another way to make ends meet?

What are your goals, or maybe I should ask if you have any goals first?

Are you interested in hearing what anyone else has to say and maybe can offer, or are you here now, strictly to keep out of jail?

Well kid, where do you want to start? Don't forget what I said about lying either!"

Feeling somewhat off guard and a little offended for some reason, I asked if I could ask Him one question first. You know fantasy is one thing, but this guy seemed a bit unreal to me just then. What did He want to do anyway, adopt me? He was not impressed that I didn't immediately cough up the answers to all my deepest desires and hopes but after a moment He said, "O.K. one question, then you better start giving me answers or I I'll discuss this further with your butt in the air and my belt in my hand."

"Why do you want to know?" I shot back. Well I told you earlier how sometimes I only open my mouth to change feet. Immediately He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over His knee. What followed was a really hard spanking. _d_a_m_n_ I didn't know how anyone could hit that hard with just their bare hand! Then He said, "Because I don't believe in co-incidences, that's why you little smart-ass. I'll give you a smart ass all right. More hard slaps hit my blushing cheeks.

"I'm waiting for some answers here!"

_d_a_m_n_ at this point I couldn't remember the questions. "Um," I said,...

Another slap. "Wrong answer!"

"What was the question?!" I yell. Then quickly add, "Sir."

With a sigh He pushes me back up to a sitting position, none to comfortable, but I had the brains not to protest at least.

"Tell you what," He says, "Go get us another coffee and we'll lay back in bed together and then you can tell me all about it. I'll let you take as long as you need, but I won't let you off the hook. Now go!"

So off I went downstairs to get us some brew all the while feeling like I'd entered some sort of twilight zone. Why did He want to know so much? Would I ever find out? Is He just curious, or does He have some hidden motives of His own? With two fresh cups of coffee in my hands, I jingled my way back to my waiting Master, and more questions and answers.

He took the coffees from me and then told me to sit up at the head of the bed. My ankles were manacled to each other and a ring on the foot board. My wrist restraints and collar were removed. Settling Himself beside me, He handed me a cup and said, "Now there is no getting away from this, I'm not going to let up until I have a good understanding of who you are. But I'm here for you now, I'll hold you if you need me to and I'll let you alone for a bit if you need that too. But as I said, I don't believe in co-incidences. What that means is that I don't believe that you and I are here in this room together just to have wild heavy SM _s_e_x_. Or just so I can vent my anger on your butt as you deserve. Or that this is simply Lord Karma striking back for all the naughty things you've been doing. I believe in making the most of every situation, or at least finding out what the choices are. So go ahead and tell me your story."

Boy this Man's deep!

"Well I guess what your want to know is how I got where I am today, right?"

A nod.

"Well my family life ‘sucked the big one', and..."

"Skip the smart-ass comments and just tell me what the truth of the situation was."

"Sorry Sir. I came from an abusive family. It wasn't an alcoholic situation or anything, just an egocentric sadistic father and a mother who was overbearingly neurotic. When I was forced to 'come out' since they read my love letters to a boyfriend I had at the time, I was kicked out of home with out a penny and told to never contact them again. I tried to continue school and work at the same time but eventually I got sick from fatigue and had to give the school up. I worked at a drug store until I lost that job. I got into drugs for a while but I couldn't stand how I felt when they wear off so gave that up. I tried to get all sorts of other jobs but nobody seems to want to hire me. That's when I got into stealing. I've had a few short term relationships but they always seemed to end with the other guy screwing around on me. I haven't really been bothered for a while now other than the occasional one night stand. Some times I feel like I'm caught in this losing spiral that I can't seem to stop. That's when I sometimes think about "offing" myself. But then I figure that the chances are someone else will do that for me when I eventually get caught for ripping people off. If I was faced with jail I know I would "off" myself before going, if I had the least opportunity. If you have any ideas on how to change the directions things have been going in for me, then I'd be happy to listen. I'm willing to work hard for stuff, but one can only take so much defeat and loss in their life at one time. At least that's true for me."

"The one motivation for wanting to stay the whole weekend here with you other than for some _s_e_x_ual thrills is that you make me feel worth bothering about. Sometimes even like I'm special to you in some way. I know this isn't real though, but its nice to pretend for a while anyway. I'm appreciative of the care you put into playing around with me Sir. Its really nice to be treated like that. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about, though. I guess you being happily married and all this is just a kind of walk on the wild side for you."

The man asked, "So just how long have you been 'casing the joint' as I think its referred to."

"Off and on for a couple of months I guess."

"And you have decided that I'm married have you?" he chuckled.

"Well aren't you? I don't see you having anyone over and you usually go away at the same time as the lady who lives here."

"My sister in the study of ancient religions has been staying here for a couple of months while her new house is being completed. She had sold her house and had a promise of the new one being completed at the same time as the closing date, but you can never trust contractors. She moved the last of her things out yesterday. I suppose it would look like we went away together when I'd go stay for the weekend to help her with some decorating." He chuckles to himself.

"So, are you gay, Sir?"

"As queer as they come. I'm not into being a barfly so most people don't have any idea what my preferences are. Being an accountant, I'm fairly busy. When I feel like going out, its usually in Toronto, anyway." After several minutes of silence, both I think digesting what we had heard and wondering and wondering, He said, "Well I'll have to think about your predicament for a while, but I may be able to help you find a job or something along those lines. I won't however, go out on a limb unless I get some sense that I can trust you though."

He got up and unshackled my ankles telling me to get dressed. I started to say something and He said, "No questions, just do as you're told right now. Then meet me down in the kitchen."

Doing as I was told, I met him downstairs dressed except for my shirt which was ripped in half and I was carrying my coat. Seeing my shirt He started to laugh and took the one He was wearing off, handing it to me.

"Put it on."

"But its yours, Sir."

"Shut up and do as your told." He chuckled, "Unless you want another spanking to make you behave first?"

Revelling in His scent I put the shirt over my head.

"Now I want you to go to the store for me." He handed me a list with about twelve items on it. Handing me a fifty, He said, "Its 11:10 now, I'll expect you back in one quarter of an hour. Don't fool around because I get quite cranky if I'm kept waiting. Go!"

Well needless to say I figured that this was some sort of a test. I was off like a shot down the street to the corner grocer and quickly combed the aisles for the items He'd listed. Sure I did do a little bit of wool gathering, but who wouldn't after spending a night with a man like that and talking about everything this morning. I was spinning from it all!

Waiting in line at the checkout was pure hell. Of course there had to be about ten people ahead of me. Distracting myself from my deadline, I began to consider the revelation of this man being gay like me. A flurry of questions entered my mind. What if's, would He, what would I do if's, that left me spinning even more. I dare not hope for anything, I kept telling myself. Paying the clerk, I turned and glanced at the clock an the wall above the checkout. _d_a_m_n_!, its fourteen minutes past when I'd left. I ran. Puffing I knocked at the book door.

"Enter!"

He was sitting on the kitchen chair. There was a strap made of thick, black leather in His hand. I glanced at the clock. 11:29! Without a word, I put the groceries on the table and the receipt and His change beside it. Then I went to the counter and pulled down my pants and underwear. I leaned over the counter with my butt out to Him. _d_a_m_n_ it if my _c_o_c_k_ didn't start to stir. "I'm sorry Sir!" was all I said.

Thwack went the strap. "One Sir, thank you Sir!"

Thwack went the strap again. "Two Sir, thank you Sir!"

Wack went the strap once more. "Three Sir, thank you Sir!"

And slam went the strap the last time. "Four Sir, Thank you Sir!" I managed to grit out through my teeth.

"Now pull your pants up and put those away. When your done, come back upstairs. I'll be in the den down the hall from the bed room."

He didn't need to tell me to hurry.

That Fateful Night by Mark Taylor Part 4

I don't know if things were put in the right places or not, but I was upstairs kneeling in front of Him while He finished reading the paper in about three minutes flat.

While He read, He would stroke my hair and let me put my head against His thigh. God it felt good. I wanted to take my clothes off again to relieve the stress on my _c_o_c_k_ from the tight pants I had on. After a little while I was told to do just that. I returned totally naked, wearing only my leg shackles as He had ordered. It was a rush to be there with Him dressed and me naked, but I wished He would join me.

As if having heard my thought, He slowly unzipped Himself and pulled out His _c_o_c_k_. Guiding my mouth towards it with His strong hand, He said, "Go ahead boy I know you want to suck me off again." Of course I greedily got into the task.

"All in all you have been a pretty good sport about taking what you deserve. I've a good mind to tell you that I will consider us even and the debt paid except for one nagging thought. Do you know what that is?"

"You are wondering about what I'll do once I leave here Sir?"

"Smart boy."

"Sir I'm not being disrespectful, but I just find it amazing that you would care. Can you explain it to me? I've never met anyone like you before."

"Well I suppose the difference is simply this. I approach life in a spiritual way. I have made caring for other people as well as myself an important factor in my life. It is basically impossible for me not to consider what I can do for others. This has to be tempered by what is realistic of course, but often it doesn't take a great deal of effort to do something for another being."

"So do you have any suggestions for me as to how I can get out of the situation I'm in, Sir?"

"Well the first thing I guess is to deal with your needing some means of support. I've been thinking of hiring someone to do the yard work and some basic housekeeping duties, grocery shopping and the like. I figure about 5-6 hours three times a week would do it. We can negotiate about pay rate later once I have a sense of what the minimum you need is. Are you interested?"

"Yes Sir."

"Now there are some conditions to the job so you better hear those before you agree to it. The most paramount is that you never lie about anything. I have a sixth sense about that sort of thing and I wouldn't advise you test it out. The reason for the job is not just to give you a bit of money, but must be a way to keep you from getting back into stealing. So if you have a problem with finances while you are working for me then you must let me know so that I can increase your hours to compensate. Now the last condition is one you need to think about. I would like to get to know you better. And I'd like to play SM with you occasionally. I would enjoy having times that you would come to me and report on how you've been doing over say the last week and then reward and punish you as I see fit. This would be for fun, but could also have the effect of helping you learn to behave a bit better. The question is, do you view getting your butt strapped as a reward or as a punishment?

"As a punishment but it also makes me feel good so its a reward too."

"Then we have to be careful to differentiate from punishment straps and rewarding play. This means if it is truly for punishment, you are going to have to get a serious ass whipping. For play, I'll step up the action in a more erotic building way. We'll have to see if this works, though because mixed messages will only mess you up more."

"Well Sir, if you are willing to spend the time it would be like a fantasy come true for me. I would really work hard to try not to disappoint you."

"O.K. now I think we understand each other better. However, I recall telling you to suck this _c_o_c_k_ of mine and you seem to have forgotten your duties. Come with me!"

With my head down and my _c_o_c_k_ standing straight up, I was lead through the house to the ROOM. This time He chose a strap that was a loop of thick leather about two inches wide, a quarter of an inch thick and about twenty-eight inches long including the handle. The leather on one side had been scored and cut out in a cris-cross pattern. Sir, put one foot up on the bed and taking my arm pulled me so I was bending over His knee, positioned as far as possible away from His body.

Whack. "Now boy, I want you to get used to this little strap." Whack. "This one's a favourite of mine for helping little boys like you remember how important...(Thwack) ...it is to do as you're told! (thwack) Its not designed to leave a lot of marks, (Strap!) but it sure gives naughty little butts a good warm feeling. (Strap!) Now if I was to use it full strength, (WHAM!) like this (WHAM!) or like this (THWACK!) it most certainly gets a forgetful boys attention. (Strap!) Don't you agree, boy?"

"Yes Sir, thankyou Sir."

(Whack! ) "So the trick is to make sure that I teach you enough of a lesson (Strap!) so I don't have to use it too often. (Thwack) Because I wouldn't want to spoil the (Strap!) effect, by using it say every day. (STRAP!) But I will, (STRAP!) use it more than every day (STRAP!) if I need to. (Thwack!) So what do you think, boy, ( WHACK) Am I getting through to you enough? (WHACK!) "

"Yes Sir, I think so Sir."

(WHAM!) "Not good enough, (WHAM!) I want you to be sure, (WHAM) son! You let me know (STRAP!) when you're good and Sure! (THWACK!)

" I'm sure, Sir!" (THWACK!)

"O.K."

The weekend progressed along the same lines as I have described. My butt was red and sore for a week after as the man had said. I began a relationship with Him including work and getting my life straightened out. This process had its ups and down and there were numerous other times I received well deserved bare butt strappings from him. These may become the subjects of further stories.

For now, suffice it to say, that fateful night remains thoroughly ingrained in my mind, my spirit and certainly my bare butt!