OLiver Gribble was a young waiter in a London hotel. He enjoyed his work because he liked serving people, especially men who were young, tall and athletic. He was something of a loner and lived in the staff hostel of the hotel. As a boy he had always been fascinated by spanking. He had a school friend who was taller than he, and they used to spank each other. But Oliver found that he liked to be spanked. So, there friendship was one of submition and domination.
That was many years ago and with the various jobs he had since leaving school, his fascination for spanking diminished a little. That is, until he came to work at the hotel. His uniform consisted of a white shirt and bow tie, a dark green waistcoat and black trousers. He liked these black trousers because they fitted tightly over his round bottom. He liked to wear a thong under them and sometimes he would rub his bottom to feel how smooth it was. All this made him wish his old school chum was with him so he could be spanked across his tight trousers. He would often become aroused at the thought of those days and so he started to look around for a man to dominate him. He didn't have to wait long.
One evening while he was serving in the restaurant, a tall young athletic looking man came in and sat at a nearby table. He was dressed in a dark well cut suit. Oliver went straight over to him.
'Good evening, sir. Can I be of service to you sir?
The man looked up. He was handsome with dominant air about him. 'Yes, boy, Get me a grapefruit and I will have the roast duck in orange sauce. What wine can you recommend, boy?'
'I'll ask the wine waiter to come over to you sir. He will be able to help you, sir'
Right! Get on with it boy and don't keep me waiting longer than is necessary!'
'Yes sir. Very good sir.'
Oliver went to the kitchen with the order. He was mesmorised by the man. How dominant he sounded and the commanding tone of his voice made Oliver excited. He wished the man was his master and fantiscised being over his knee and being spanked. But, he thought, nothing would come of it. He resigned himself to dreaming about it.
After the man had eaten his meal and paid his bill, he then called Oliver over to him.
'That was an excellent meal and the wine was just right, boy.' And with that he slipped a twenty pound not into Oliver's hand.
'Thank you very much, sir. I'm pleased you enjoyed your meal sir. Perhaps you will come again, sir.
'With a tip like that, yes I expect you would like to see me. Good night boy'
When Oliver came off duty, he went to his room and emptied his pockets. In the twenty pound note, he found a slip of paper. All it said was 'ring this number at 9.30 tomorrow morning. Oliver was excited and wondered why the man should want him to ring. He hardly slept that night.
The next morning, prompt at 9.30 he rang the number.
'You are prompt boy,' came that deep voice on the 'phone. 'I like a boy who is prompt.'
'Thank you sir. I always aim to please, sir'
'When do you come off duty boy?'
'As a matter of fact I am not on duty till this evening, sir'
'Good. I want you to call round and see me as soon as possible, boy. My address is 32 Eaton Square. Do you know it, boy?
'Yes sir, I will be round right away, sir.
'And wear your waiters uniform with the tight trousers, boy.
'Very good, sir'
Oliver changed quickly into his uniform and practically ran round to Eaton Square. He was thinking that if this man wanted him to wear his tight trousers, it can only mean one thing. A spanking. He rang the doorbell and waited. A voice boomed down the intercom.
'Who is it?
'The boy from the hotel, sir. You wanted to see me, sir'.
'Come in and knock on the first door on the left, boy'.
'Very good, sir'.
Oliver entered the front door and knocked on the first door on the left. At the order, 'come in, boy', he entered a big room, whose walls were lined with book shelves. Behind a big desk sat the man. In front of the desk was a hard wooden chair.
'Sit on that chair boy and I will tell you why I have sent for you.'
Oliver sat down.
I called you here because I am looking for a houseboy and I think you are submissive enough for the job. Don't you, boy?'
Oliver's dreams were about to come true. 'Yes sir. I would like that, sir.
'Good. Now, tell me your name and your age boy.'
My name is Oliver Gribble and I am 26 years old sir.'
'I am Mr. Peter Lester and I am 23 years old' Do you mind having a master younger then you, boy'
'No, sir. Not at all sir.'
Good. You will address me as "sir" and I will call you "boy". Understood boy?'
'Yes sir. Very good sir.'
'Your duties will include house cleaning and ironing. There is to be no _s_e_x_. And if you are not up to standard you will be punished. Understood boy?'
'Yes sir. May I ask what the pinishment will be, sir?'
'I will spank and beat you. As I am taller than you, I will put you over my knee and spank you with my hand or a paddle. For more serious matters you will bend over that chair you are sitting on for a beating with the cane. Understood boy?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Now, boy, stand up and come round my desk with your bottom facing me.'
'Yeas sir.
Oliver went round the desk and turned round. As his new master stroked his bottom, Oliver felt excited. He thought how different it was to have his bottom stroked than stroking it himself. He felt an erection coming on.
'What are you wearing under your trousers Gribble'?
'A thong sir'.
Good. I like a boy in a thong. It accentuates the buttocks and you have a pair of nice firm round buttocks for spanking and beating, boy'
'Thank you sir.'
'Now boy, remove your trouser and come over my knee. I want to see how well you take a spanking.
'Very good, sir.'
Oliver, though a little frightened removed his trousers and bent over his master's knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
'How does that feel boy?'
'It hurts, sir'
Good. Now for six more harder ones'
SMACK! Oww. Gribble, I want you to say "sir" after each smack. Let's start again, SMACK! OW Sir. SMACK! OWW, Sir. SMACK! OW, Sir. SMACK! OWEEE Sir. SMACK! OWEEEEE. Sir. SMACK! OWEEEEE Sir.
'Get up boy. Did that hurt boy?
'Oh, yes sir. Thank you sir'
'Do you still want to be my houseboy?
'Yes please sir.'
'Good. When you come off duty tomorrow, call round and I will give you a uniform befitting a houseboy. What time to do finish work, boy?
'At midday tomorrow, sir.
'Good. I will see you then'.
When Oliver left he couldn't think of anything else. At last he was to be dominated and as he had a smooth body he thought his master liked him. He couldn't wait till he finished work at midday to get round the house to learn what his duties were.
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