As soon as I entered the room, he blindfolded me. I was then ordered to undress. Once naked, I was led to a chair, advised firmly to sit there. A thick heavy leather belt around my waist and the chair, with hands tied loosely behind my back, holds me in place. "Sit up straight!" he commanded and I did.
I sat up and in my lifelong habit - sucked my stomach in as hard as I can.
"Oh no! Relax your stomach muscles!"he said, and reluctantly but most certainly I did , little by little until I felt my gut was just hanging out. I felt the flat of the Kind Master's hand passing lightly over my belly, making a big circle and then coming down onto my lap to press my rampant penis down between my thighs and cover it with his beloved hand.
"That's better."
My Reward
After I have sucked at you so well and you are pleased, you say to me, "now, I want to do something for you. What would you like?"
I know immediately what I will say but feel hesitant, not wanting to ask too much. "I ... I want to be your bad boy, Master ," and I repeat with stronger emphasis "your bad boy, please, Master!"
You smile (I am blindfolded but hear it in your voice) "that's okay, you can pretend to be my bad boy. Maybe first we need to dress you in boy's clothes."
I hear you rummaging around in the bags you brought in and then you place some cloth in my hands. My heart leaps: it is the white briefs I have longed to wear for you!
"Yes, yes, you're right! It's the briefs! Now put those on and we will pretend you are my bad boy."
I think you want me to put them on without my hands being untied but you undo the cloth around my wrists and I blindly step into the briefs, stepping from one foot to the other, aware of the pleasant sensation of the bouncing of my erect peter from the side to side motion. As I pull the briefs up my legs, I feel with pleasure that they are tight, tighter than I would wear for comfort but not too tight to put on.
I pull them up over my wandering prick and big buttocks. Now I feel like I have a tight little ass and I'm your bad little boy. "Sit down, here," you say and I feel your hand on my shoulder pulling me down next to you on the end of the bed. You drape a warm, loving arm over my bare shoulders and kind of lean down over me. "Now, son, you know you've been a little bit naughty. Now what does your daddy do, when you are just a little bit naughty?"
In a voice soon to change I squeak out, "my daddy spanks me."
"That's right," you answer, pleased at my response. With your left arm over my shoulder, you have rested your right hand on my relaxed belly. I feel my prick is pushing up at the back of your hand. As if unaware of it there, you move your hand in a light stroking motion on my belly, which also produces wonderful sensations on my wet prick in the white cotton briefs. (I know they are white!)
"So, son, lay across my lap for your spanking now," and I roll onto my stomach across your lap. I am filled with excitement and delight to imagine my bottom in shining white briefs laid out under your gaze. My prick presses your thigh. With excitement I feel your leg is bare!
You lay a hand heavily on my bottom. Everything is stroking, stroking, slow rhythmic light motions of affection and containment. You smooth the white cotton down into the crevice between my boy buns and run your fingertips further down to where my tiny balls are clasped in the material.
"This won't hurt too much," you assure me and raise your hand from my ass. It comes down firmly across the center of my butt. I feel only a slight stinging sensation. "Now count my spanks for me, son."
And I gasp, "one." Four more swats each precisely located and at the exact same pressure as the first fall onto my repentant rump.
"Scoot up slightly, son," you say kindly and I extend my feet to my toes so my ass is more centered and elevated over your lap. You proceed to drub my crack with a number of blows that are more presses, pushing the material toward my anus, where so much of my awareness is migrating. I continue to count. "Six, seven, (uh!),eight, nine (aaah!) ten, eleven!"
In a more excited tone of voice you command "stand up!" And I stand at your side. I do indeed stand, at your side: The tight briefs are pressing my hard prick flat against my abdomen. It feels like the elastic of the waistband is now pressing at the bottom indentation of my glans penis and I am peeking out of my pants for you to see my _s_e_x_ face there. I hope so much you like me, you like my _s_e_x_ face. I feel ejaculation is a possibility at any time. But I do not ejaculate.
"Well, we need to get your cute little shorts out of the way, so I can see my business here," you say, in a slightly humorous tone, and I want to wriggle with delight as you take the waistband at each side and slowly, always slowly, lower the briefs. Seeing how my dick jacks out with them as they move away you move the front of the briefs up and across in a circular motion that forces my peter to bob and throb and I gasp again, "I'm going to come, daddy!"
"Not yet," you tell me and snap the shorts down halfway to my knees. "First we must finish your spanking," and you press me, now bare-assed back across your lap. You rub on my ass to feel how you have warmed it with your caressing punishment/reward. You take both hands and press my cheeks to gain visual entrance to my hole, where I am now praying you will stick yourself soon. You twiddle at the hole with a fingertip.
"now count!" you demand and your hand once again falls on my ass. My boy ass, my little ass, my tight little dick hugging ass. And I do count, to fifteen and then you stop again.
And then you pull my to your side in a sitting position again at the end of the bed. I feel the heat of my ass (I thank you! I thank you!) and hear you ask "are you still about to come?" and I just know you are looking at my dick, which is right on the brink of pain, with its prolonged, distended, excited state. You hug me against your side, using the arm around my shoulder to keep from rolling toward or away but keeping me side by side with you.
"Is this what my bad little boy wants?" you ask and I can hardly believe it as I feel you lower your mouth unto my uncovered prick and I (fwam! fwam! fwam!) am coming into your throat! You are so kind to me. SO appreciative. When I finish, you let my prick slip out between your lips and I drop to the floor, unto my knees, spreading my legs far apart, using my hands to hold my buttocks as open as I am able, praying in my mind that you will understand my invitation and indeed you do! A moment to dab some lubricant on your proprietary organ and you are inside me. I clench my sphincter around you, wanting you to finish and wanting you never to finish, as I feel you swelling in me and hear you gasp as I have gasped and then feel shot after shot of your superior male fluid flushing itself into my happy exhausted body.