When Oliver got back to his room at the hotel, he srtipped his trousers off and gazed at reddened bottom in the mirror. He did indeed have nice round buttocks that were smooth and there was no hair. He started to think what it would really be like working for a master who was three years younger. One thing for sure, his new master would be very strict and expect only the best from him.
In looks, Oliver had a boyish face. He was a little chubby, and not particularly bright. He was also lazy by nature. When he set up tables in the restaurant, for example he did not check whetther the cutlery was polished. Often, people complained about this. He didn't always wear a clean shirt and more often than not, the head waiter sent him back to the toilets to scrub his finger nails. Such personal details never worried him and he always grumbled to himself when he was sent to get clean cutlery, or to scrub his nails. How was his master react to this slovenliness? Oliver would find out the next day.
Promptly at 12.o'clock the next day, Oliver was standing in his master's study.
'Right, Grimble, I want you to take all your clothes off and let me take a good look at you.'
'Very good, sir.'
Oliver stripped off and let his clothes drop to the floor. He was ordered to turn right round very slowly. As he did this, his master looked carefully at him. Oliver felt a little emarrassed and humiliated. He though it was part of the ritual a houseboy goes through.
'You are a little on the plump side, aren't you boy? Do you do much exercise?'
'No sir.'
'I thought not.'
Oliver was then ordered to pick each itme of clothing up and hand it to him. When they were handed back he was told to place them neatly on a side table near his desk.
'None of your clothes are clean. When did you last change them?'
'Two days ago sir.'
When you come to me you will wear clean clothes. Undestood, boy?'
'Yes sir. Very good, sir.' Oliver was beginning to get a little frightened.
'Put your hands out and let me look at them.'
Oliver obeyed.
'I thought so. Dirty nails.' How dare you come to me in that dirty state. The first thing you are going to do is have a shower. Then, when you have dried yourself you are to report back to me. The shower is just opposite my study. You will find soap and a towel on the stool in the bathroom. And be quick.'
Oliver found the bathroom and took his shower. He made sure his finger nails were scrubbed before drying himself and returning to the study.
When he returned his master laid out the uniform he was to wear in the house. It consisted of a dark blue shirt, khaki shorts, a thong, black knee high socks and a pair of white trainers. His master ordered him to put them on. The shorts were very tight and very short.
'Let's take a good look at you boy. Turn round and let me feel your bottom.'
Master felt and patted his bottom and was satisfied how smooth it felt.
'Listen carefully boy. I expect only the best from you. If you fail me, you will be punished. Come over to my desk.'
'Yes sir.' Oliver walked over. On it were two long canes, a riding crop, a paddle and a gym shoe with a very thick sole. The master picked up the gym shoe and bent it double.
'When I was a prefect at school I often used this to punish boys across their grey trousers or gym shorts. I will use this to punish across your shorts and you are about to get a taste of it. As I said, I expect the best of you and that includes your appearnace. You have come for your first day's duty in dirty clothing and I will not tolerate any slovenliness. What is more when you bend over to receive a spanking or beating, you remain bending over till you are told to get up. Is tha clear boy?'
'Yes sir'
'Bend over, boy.'
Yes sir. Very good sir.'
'Get up at once boy.'
Oliver got up and look at him confusedly.
'Why do you think I want you to bend over, Gribble?'
'So that you can spank me, sir.'
'And what part of the anatomy will I spank, boy?'
'My bottom, sir'
'Well then as you bend over, you turn round so your bottom faces me. Now! Bend over, Gribble.'
'Very good sir.'
'WHACK! Oweee. Let's start again. You say sir after each whack. WHACK! Owwee. Sir! WHACK! Owweee. Sir! WHACK! Oweee. Sir WHACK! Oweee. Sir! WHACK! Owee sir! WHACK! Owee. Sir!
There was a long pause. Oliver, thinking the punishment was over and in his pain forgetting to remain bending over till master gave the O. K., got up.
'Who told you to get up boy?' snapped the master.
'I'm sorry sir. I forgot, sir', said oliver with tears in his eyes.
'Well bend over again and I will teach you not to forget.'
With that, the master delivered six more very hard wacks. Oliver stayed where he was. His bottom was throbbing and he was openly crying.
'Get up, boy and go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head, till I tell you to come to me.'
Oliver did as he was told. He desperately wanted to rub his bottom and he seemed to be stuck in the corner for hours.
'Come over here boy, but keep your hands on your head.'
'Yes, sir.' Oliver came and stood in front of his master's desk.
'Take your hands down and you may rub your bottom.'
With a sigh of relief he took his hands down and rubbed his sore bottom. It felt very hot and was ssure that there was a massive bruise coming on.
'Now listen boy. Every day you come to me you will wear clean clothes. Your shorts are to be pressed and the shirt properly ironed. Your socks are to be pulled straight up and the trainers are to be spotlessly white. If I see any dirt, or the crease in your shorts is not razor sharp, you will be given the slipper. You have just had your first lesson in discipline. Do you think you have learnt that lesson, Gribble?'
'Yes sir and thank you sir.'
'Right. Now what I want you to do is go and clean the kitchen. Scrub the floor and polish the work top. Make sure that any dirty crockery and cutlery are washed and put away. You will soon find out where everything goes. When you have finished, report back to me. Now, on your way.'
Oliver found the kitchen and set to work. It was quite large so there was plenty of floor to scrub. He was dseperate to get everything spotlessly clean because he didn't want to get another spanking with the slipper, nor did he want to displease his master, whose dominance mesmarised and excited him.
Chpter 3 to follow. My thanks to those who responded to the first chapter. Keep them coming in. I would be particularly pleased to hear from any houseboy or master. So, send an e-mail
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