Hugh knew he would not finish his 'vacation' before receiving a final spanking. He was well aware of the fact that he had misbehaved quite badly and therefore not at all surprised to receive the instruction to appear in Master Rob's study in 10 minutes. He took off the thin shorts he was wearing, to replace them with his thick brown jeans that were cut off at the knee. After he had buckled up his belt, he decided to add some further protection although he realised he was taking a risk. He unbuckled his belt again and took of his jeans, to change his thin cotton briefs for his nice leather underpants. He admired his leather-covered arse in the mirror, and then put his jeans on again, ready to appear in Master Rob's study, well prepared for the thorough caning he expected to get on the jeans. Master Rob was not yet in his study, but this did not stop Hugh from entering to stand next to the large desk, made of blond Tasmanian oak, hands on his back, his bare feet about half a meter apart. Though a bit frightened by the imminent caning, Hugh also got hard, showing a big bulge in his tight jeans.
After about five minutes, Master Rob entered, carrying a thin cane, the kind that Hugh loved and dreaded. Hugh was rock-hard, which did not escape Master Rob, who now stood right in front of him, too close for comfort, making Hugh feel humble and submissive. Master Rob pushed Hugh's chin up with his left hand, while fondling his _c_o_c_k_ with his right. "So you're all excited in anticipation of your final punishment, slaveboy?" Master Rob wanted to know. "Yes Sir", the slave responded, both embarrassed and frightened by Master Rob's fondling of his _c_o_c_k_. Would he notice Hugh's leather underpants under his jeans? Master Rob showed no sign of noticing and ordered Hugh to take off his tight tee-shirt. While continuing to fondle Hugh's _c_o_c_k_, he also pinched his nipple, first the left and then the right. If at all possible, it made Hugh's _c_o_c_k_ even harder. He wanted to do anything Master Rob wanted him to, kneel and suck, assume the position to be caned, whatever was demanded. Having thoroughly pinched Hugh's nipples, Master Rob made him bend over the chair, legs wide and arse pushed high in the air. "You'll get a dozen lashes in the usual style, slaveboy. Make sure you count all twelve of them." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir" was Hugh's submissive response, delighted to be ordered to assume his favourite position, but also relieved that the punishment would be restricted to a mere dozen, with his arse being protected by his leather underpants and jeans. Hugh walked over to the chair, spread his legs, and then bent over as far as he could, pushing his arse up, to make a very good impression. "Ready, Sir."
Master Rob took his position at the left of the bent-over slaveboy, touching Hugh's jeans with his cane, to carefully determine the correct distance. Then he lifted the cane, swished it through the air, and landed it on both cheeks. Whack! "One, Sir. Thank you Sir." It hurt, but not nearly as much as if it would without the leather protection. Whack! "Two, Sir. Thank you Sir." At this rate, he would be able to take the full dozen without any problems. This was going to be the mildest punishment he had ever had, it seemed. What a splendid idea, those leather underpants. Whack! The third one landed lower, on that part of the jeans where his arse was no longer protected by his leather underpants. Wow, that hurt. "Three, Sir. Thank you Sir." Master Rob waited a short while and then delivered the next one, just below the third. Whack! "Four, Sir. Thank you Sir." Whack! Fortunately this one landed on the leather-protected part again. "Five, Sir. Thank you Sir." Whack! This one touched the bare flesh, just under his cut-off jeans. That hurt like hell, and Hugh had difficulty staying down. It had a very similar effect on his _c_o_c_k_ that did not want to be down either. At this stage, precum started to moisten the leather underpants. "Six, Sir. Thank you Sir." The next three were given in quick succession, going from the best-protected part of his cheeks to the unprotected part of his upper legs. Then Master Rob paused, before delivering the final three. Two on the well protected and the final one on the jeans-only covered part. "Twelve, Sir. Thank you very much Sir." Hugh remained in his bent position, knowing quite well that he had to wait for instructions to stand up. "Well slave, I told you that you would get a dozen in the usual style. Do you think we have finished?" Master Rob let his hand wander over Hugh's tight butt while speaking these words. Hugh was almost certain that he would feel the leather pants under the brown denim, if he had not noticed it well before. Master Rob slapped the slaveboy's arse to encourage him to answer the question. "I have had 12, Master." "No boy, I don't think you have", Master Rob responded, delivering another slap on Hugh's cheeks. "Take your jeans off!" Hugh unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and dropped his jeans, showing a large bulge in his leather underpants. "I am asking you again, boy", Master Rob began, while stroking the bulge in the leather underpants, "do you think we have finished?"
There was no point repeating that he had had a full dozen, Hugh considered. He knew _d_a_m_n_ well that leather underpants were not to be worn during punishment. Why had he put them on? To make sure he got the leather paddle as well as the cane? There was no escape possible now. "Get me the paddle, boy", where Master Rob's next words. Hugh rushed out to get the small leather paddle that was going to warm up his cheeks in the very near future. He handed it very submissively to the Master, walked over the chair again, removed his leather pants without being prompted, and assumed his position. This was what he had secretly bargained for, when putting on his leather pants, he realised. "No need to count this time, slave", said Master Rob, delivering the first blow on Hugh's left cheek, quickly followed by two more on the right one. The small leather paddle left red marks wherever it landed. The first dozen heated up his entire bum, and made Hugh almost cum. "Stand up, slave. Carry the paddle, and follow me." Hugh was ecstatic. After being caned and paddled, he would now be allowed to serve the Master in his bedroom.
Hugh proudly followed the Master to his bedroom, submissively handed the paddle back to Master Rob. Without further instructions, he went down on the floor to undo his Master's shoelaces, take off his shoes off and then stood up to unbutton his shirt. He played with his Master's nipples, in the manner he now knew excited him most, using his hands, tongue and teeth. He went down on his knees again to remove his Master's trousers, socks and underpants. Master Rob's hard _c_o_c_k_ brushed against his face when he pulled his bikini briefs down. Having fully undressed his Master, he put his hands on his back and spread his legs apart, waiting for further instructions. "Kiss my feet boy. Then lick my balls and suck my _c_o_c_k_. Take your time and use your hands to please me." After that, the slave was led to the bed, ordered between his Master's legs and told to use all his skills and imagination. He showed that he had plenty of both and made his Master shot his load in a fantastic way. While Master Rob laid back and relaxed a bit, Hugh licked up is Master's load, after which he was ordered to lie on his back, legs and arms spread to the four corners. In that favourite position, Master Rob tied him down with soft rope, blindfolded him and gave his hard _c_o_c_k_ the attention the slave had earned. Master Rob kissed him, played with his anus and masturbated him to climax. He wiped off his white slave's load, removed the rope that tied him to the four corners of the bed and removed the blindfold. Since the Master was getting quite excited again, Hugh took care of him, sucking and licking, before they collapsed and fell asleep.
Very early the next morning, they showered together, before Hugh was taken to the airport to catch the KLM flight back to Amsterdam. Hugh had had a terrific 'vacation' and was already looking forward to another meeting with his Master.
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