"You can't make me do this."
"What can't I make you do?"
"You can't take my trousers down in front of this man."
"How so?"
"I don't know him. It's not right."
"You're not right. You are 14 years old and you know you are due a punishment. I'm in charge of you. I have a right to punish you as I see fit."
"I can report you for this."
"Report me, can you? And where are you going to live when I'm locked up? You know that none of the family will take you except me. You want to end up in a children's facility? You think you have a problem here with me. Imagine what might happen to a pretty little fair-haired, blue-eyed boy like you in one of those places, full of men and boys and you the youngest. You want that?"
"Can't you punish me afterwards, when this man's gone?"
"Paul, this man is PART of your punishment. And anyway, he's paid to see you punished. We're going to do well out of this. If he likes what he sees, he has friends."
"It's disgusting."
"It's life. I'm taking your school trousers down. Are you arguing?"
"Can I take Paul's trousers down?"
"Certainly Sir, of course. Paul, let the gentleman take your trousers down."
"Hello Paul."
"Hello Sir."
"I thought you'd be a good boy and co-operate in the end. Would you like a special present before I leave?"
"What could I have?"
"What would you like?"
"I'd like my own TV for my room."
"OK, it can be arranged. Now, put your hands on my shoulders while I undo your belt and top snap. There. Good. Now your trouser zip. Fine. Sit on my knee for a moment and let's undo your shoes. That's it. Off they come. Stand up and let me take down your trousers. Fine. Step out of them. Excellent. I think we'll take off your tie. Yes. And now unbutton your school shirt. Ah, I see you wear a little white vest. Commendable. Hold steady a moment while I take your shirt right off. Splendid! He's a good-looking lad, Mr Withers, especially now we have him in his white vest and pants. What have you done with him before?"
"I have spanked him, Sir."
"How dressed - or undressed?"
"Over his bare bottom, Sir."
"What, with all his clothes removed?"
"No, I've just taken his trousers and pants to his knees."
"I see. I think we can advance on that. Paul, come and lie over my thighs. Good. Now. Where is my hand?"
"On my bottom, Sir."
"Yes, but on top of your underpants. I think I will give you a little spanking like this.....................
............................" You are beginning to wince, Paul. Am I hurting?"
"I am beginning to feel a bit sore, Sir."
"And is your bottom hot?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Right, well I think we must cool it down. Mr Withers, take off his underpants please."
"Oh, Sir, do I have to?"
"Yes, Paul, you do. Come Mr Withers. Excellent! Your bottom is indeed hot Paul. Mr Withers, would you reach in my bag and give me the cold cream? Thank you. Now Paul, let's cool things down a little".............
.......................... "Sir, it's not hot here."
"What? Here? Inside your arse cheeks?"
"Yes Sir, it's really not hot here."
"Not even here, over your arsehole?"
"Sir. SIR! That's embarrassing. That's... OH!"
"Your father does not lubricate here, inside your bottom?"
"Ah! Aah!"
"You seem to be going rather hard, Paul. Perhaps you would like a second finger up inside you."
"Aargh!"
"Time for some more spanks. Here we go............"
................."Youch!"
"Starting to be sore again?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh dear. Perhaps we'd better let him get dressed, Mr Withers - and we'll write up the story of what we arrange and do and put it on the internet..."
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