Please read Part One before you read this part.
I honestly was trembling as I lay down over his lap. The hardwood floor suddenly seemed cold. There was a slight chill in the room even though a fire was burning in the fireplace. "You're not cold, Jeremy. You're just frightened. It's ok. You're a man. So far you've taken everything I've dished out like a man. Let's take the next set like a man."
The first blow was like a bee sting. How much of this would I be able to take. "Ouch," I cried out for the first time. "Oh you'll be crying out a lot more before I'm through with you." He made contact again, and again. Over and over for what seemed like ages. Then he stopped. Get up Jeremy. "Oh _d_a_m_n_ man, Wes that was hot. I didn't think I could take anymore with that. How many did I take?" My shorts were tented. My _c_o_c_k_ was harder than it had ever been. Wes reached out and pulled my shorts down, exposing my dick. "Nice he said. You seem to be appreciating this. You took 25 with the leather paddle. That was one half of the number of strokes attached to it. Now you can take the other twenty-five. Go over there and put your hands on the mantle. You can keep your front warm while I set your backside on fire." He took my arm and led me to the fireplace. I put my ands on the mantle, but it required me to stand on my toes. Over the mantle was a huge mirror. I would be watching my face each time he hit me, just like my girlfriend when I pounded he ass with my _c_o_c_k_. "Ready Jeremy?" "As ready as I'll ever be." He swung back and brought the leather paddle against my waiting ass. I jerked forward and my _c_o_c_k_ almost hit the fireplace screen. "You won't want to do that, you might get more than your ass burned." He was right. "Hold in place, Jeremy." Again he struck my ass. Then again. I stayed there looking at the grimaces of pain on my face as he pummeled my ass. Then it was over. "OK Jeremy. You did well. Get a drink of water and I'll grab the wooden paddle." He walked over to the coffee table and picked up the wooden paddle with the holes in it. He stood there looking at me. "Whenever you're read Jeremy, step over here and grab your ankles. Men take a paddling grabbing their ankles. I won't lie to you, Jeremy. This paddle stings like hell and the holes will leave welts. If you don't want to take it, I'll double the dose of the strap. It's up to you, but I will have to add one thing from the drawer. That means the handcuffs, the blindfold, or the gag. Whatever you want to do." "I'll take the paddle, you might have 30 with the strap planned and I don't think I can take 60, so I take the paddle and the strap." "As you wish Jeremy. Get in place then. We're on the down stretch." I walked over to him and bent over and grabbed my ankles. I waited for the first blow. "Ok Jeremy you will take 15 with the paddle. If you get out of position or fail to count them out, we will start over. After each lick, you must count it and ask for the next." With that he swung the paddle full force. "One....May I have another, Wes?" Again the paddle made contact. My flesh pushed through the holes of the board. "Oh, _d_a_m_n_, two. May I have another?" Then he swung again and again until I reached twelve. "Wes, I can't take anymore. Stop. We have to stop." I was almost crying. "No Jeremy, we can't do that. Just three more." "Then give them to me fast, please." No sooner than I had said that, the final three were delivered. I quivered. I couldn't rise up. I was sobbing. Wes set the paddle down and came around to my front. He placed his hands under my arms and lifted me upright. I fell against him sobbing. I couldn't believe it, I was sobbing. He put his arms around me and held me tightly to him. "It's ok to cry. You aren't the first man I have brought to tears." I'm not sure how long he held me like that but I finally calmed down. We stepped apart and I looked him in the eyes. There was no malice. "Jeremy you are a man. You have done so well. This is your first experience with discipline and you have carried yourself very well. You've earned a break." A break. He said, "I deserved a break." I glanced down at the coffee table and saw the strap. My heart stopped. "Oh you remembered the strap. Yes we still have the strap to deal with, Jeremy. Let's not think about the strap right now. Take another drink of water. You might even want to take a piss. I have been forcing a good deal of water down you." He was right. I did need to use the restroom. "Yes, please, where is the restroom." "Follow me, I'll show you the way." He led the way. I looked down and my _c_o_c_k_ was not hard anymore. I guess the intensity of the paddling had caused me to lose my erection. He led me through the hall into a beautiful bathroom. It was mirrored entirely. "Right there." He motioned to the toilet, but made no effort to leave. I'm not accustomed to using the restroom in front of others. In fact, I close the door before I take a piss when no one is at home. My _c_o_c_k_ grew in my hand as I did my business and started to leave, but he stopped me. "Before you walk out of here, look at you ass." It didn't look like my ass had ever looked. "You have taken a pretty good licking, Jeremy. You will have some bruising for days. You will remember this time for days every time you sit down. I think you are man enough to take the strap before we stop, but if you don't think you can, we'll stop. You remember when we chatted; we agreed that whatever we started tonight, we would finish. So the strap has to be taken tonight. If you can't continue, I will have to stand in for you. I want you to stay in here for five minutes. Look at the timer on the counter and wait five minutes. I am going back to the den. When you come into the den, you will find me bent over the back of the couch. If you can not take any more tonight, open the envelop beside the strap and give me the number of strokes with the strap that you find on the paper in the envelop. You must deliver each stroke full force. If you can continue, pick up the strap and hand it to me. Then bend over the back of the couch and I assure you I will deliver them full force." With that he turned and left. I looked down at my _c_o_c_k_ and it was painfully hard again. This was turning me on. Was it the thought of giving him a dose of what he had given me, or was it the excitement of taking the discipline to the end? I didn't know, but the minutes dragged by. Finally it had been five minutes and I made my way down the hall to the den. I wasn't even sure what I was going to do. When I got to the den, I almost lost my breath. He had stripped off all his clothes. His ass was perfectly muscled and rounded. I walked over and picked up the strap. I stepped behind him and took a deep breath. I raised the strap and handed it to him. "I can't do it, Wes. I can't let you take my strapping for me. I have to see this through to the end." He stood and turned toward me. I looked down. His _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as mine. I was openly staring at his _c_o_c_k_. His bush was the blackest and thickest bush I had ever seen. "I thought you would do this, Jeremy. You have character. Take your place." I lay over the back of the couch and he raised the strap above his head and then brought it down on my quivering ass. It was worse than anything so far. I couldn't do it. I writhed in pain and then he hit me again. The fire was unbearable and again he struck me. Three and I was about to lose it completely, but he stopped. "That's it, Jeremy. We are finished. You are one hell of a man. The next time you will take more, I'm sure and who knows, we may have to use the cuffs."
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