THE NEW MASTER CHAPTER 3....continued
"Your name when you are here shall be LARRY"
Great, I thought, he can even guess my real name.
"I instructed you to stand in the corner and yet I find you day-dreaming and standing in the middle of the room. That earns you an extra 10 strokes". His voice was soft but commanding.
"Yeah" I replied.
"These are the House Rules. If you infringe it will be your bottom that suffers. I give one warning only. When I have told you these House Rules I shall give you precisely two minutes to think them over and tell me if you want to continue. Do you understand?"
"Sounds cool".
The New Master glared at me but said nothing.
Rule One: you will always call me 'SIR" and stand at attention when I address you or you speak to me.
Rule 2: your punishment shall generally be received on your butt.
Rule 3: I alone shall decide if you will wear anything to protect your butt. Punishment shall normally be given on the bare.
Rule 4: I shall decide if you require a caning; paddling, stropping or go over my knee for a thrashing.
Rule 5: My instructions are to be obeyed without delay and without question.
Rule 6: Additional punishment shall be awarded for attempting to move while being punished.
Rule 7: Crying shall earn another 20 strokes. Big guys should not cry.
Rule 8: You are to count off each stroke.
Rule 9: When you report for your punishment session you shall wear exactly what I tell you.
Rule 10: If I detect any evidence that you have masturbated during a session you shall receive six strokes of the cane to each palm".
Rule 11: I shall provide the clothing you require. My lads are always very tidy and well dressed.
Rule 12: Each time you visit you are to bring a list the type of misbehaviour you have committed since your last visit. I expect complete honesty and this list will determine you punishment.
The New Master then opened the closet. I was able to see the New Master's selection of canes- ranging from a couple of school standard punishment canes about 4 feet long and with a curved handle. I vividly remembered my school days when the same type of cane lashed into my butt. There was a collection of paddles made of leather and wood. They ranged in size from pin-pong to large mean looking 14" long 5" wide paddles. There was an old Fraternity Wood which looked shiny from the number of times it had been applied to the butts of Pledgees. I could imagine the mess they would make of my poor butt. To my surprise there was an old razor-blade strop of old fashioned leather. My step-dad often used to promise me a thrashing with a strop if I misbehaved but he never got around to applying one to my butt. It was highly polished. All of these insrumnts of punishment looked immaculate and very, very well used. This Master obviously knew his business.
"Larry, you now have exactly two minutes to decide of you wish to continue or turn tail and run. The decision is yours. If you stay you know what you and your bottom may expect. I am a very stern Master but also a loving one".
With this the New Master turned and left the room. My dick began to stiffen. My two minutes had begun. In a few seconds I knew what I was going to do: I had become very slovenly; lazy and gave sass to nearly everyone. The only way I was to get any better was to submit my butt to the ministrations of My New Master".
The two minutes soon finished and true to his word the New Master re-entered the room and the smile on my face (and the obvious tent in my jock) told him he had a new guy to punish".
Thus he bacame My New Master and was to remain so for a very long time.
I had a very satisfying erection.
TO BE CONTUNUED.................