It is Wednesday and Oliver is up early getting ready to spend the day with his master, cleaning the house, shopping and preparing the dinner for that evening. This is the first time Oliver would be among his master's friends, so he was feeling aprehensive as to what would happen if anything went wrong. Would he be punished across his bare buttocks in front of his guests, especially if there are ladies among them? Wouild those to young gentlemen who came the previous day, be there, smirking and patting hs bottom? Would they try to play a trick on Oliver and get him to spill the wine or drop a plate, so that master will punish his bare bottom? All these quesytions nad more were going thrpugh Oliver;s mind as he walked round to Eaton Square.
When he arrived, he let himself in; his master had given him a key, changed into his uniform, checking that it was clean and smart, before knocking on the study door.
'Come in Gribble.'
'Good mornimg sir. Do you wish me to stand on the chair for inspection, sir?'
'Yes boy, get up on there at once.'
'Yes, sir. Very good sir.'
The master seemed irratable. Perhaps he was just as nervous as Oliver about the dinner he was to host that evening. He seemed to take longer than usual over the inspection, particularly over his bottom. As he stroked the seat of those tight fitting trousers, master must have been saying to himself; I wonder if they are tight and feel smooth enough? He then looked at Oliver's socks and noticed they were not pulled up straight enough. He examined his white trainers and noticed that there were some dirty marks, albeit small ones, but dirty all the same.
'Right Gribble, get down boy and stay where you are.'
'Yes sir'
He went over to the cupboard and withdrew a cane.
'Gribble, your socks were not pulled up straight and there were some dirty marks on your trainers. You will receive three strokes of my cane for each of them. Remove your shorts and bend over the chair, boy!
'Yes sir. Very good sir.'
Oliver removed his shorts, bent over the chair and stuck his bare bottom out for his caning.
SWISH! Ow, sir! SWISH! Oweeee sir! SWISH! Oweeee sir! SWISH! Oweeee sir! SWISH! Oweeee sir SWISH! Oweeee sir!
Get up boy. Put your hands on your head and stand in front of my desk, Gribble.'
'Yes sir.'
Master went and sat at his desk and looked hard.
'Listen carefully boy. We have an important dinner this evening and your slovenliness is not a good omen. Do you understand, boy?'
'Yes sir and thank you for the punishment sir.'
'That's as may be, Gribble. From now on you are only to think of the dinner tonight. Forget about anything else, including the thrashing you have just received and concentrate. Do you understand me, boy?'
'Yes sir. I will do my best sir.'
'Let's hope your best is good enough, Gribble.'
Oliver spent the entire morning cleaning. vacuuming and polishing the house. He reported to his master who taking the slipper, proceded to inspect the house. To Oliver's relief, his master found everything to his satisfaction.
In the afternoon they went shopping and returned to the house laden with plastic bags of food. Oliver was allowed a couple of hours rest. So, he went to the spare bedroom to lie down. As he lay on the bed, he wondered who the guests might be. He was soon to learn.
His master called him to the study and presented him with placement cards and a diagram of the table which showed where each guest was to sit. He was told to lay the table and this, I'm afraid is where more slipperings were given.
Oliver carefull placed the candlelabra, which he had polished that morning carefully at the middle of the polished table. Set the place mats and the cutlery. He put the name cards at each place and in the order that was shown on the diagram and waited for sir to come and inspect.
The master was in the kitchen preparing the meal. He had set out the starters, which were grapefruit and put the plates for the main course in the oven as the beef was being roasted. He had just finished setting out the sorbert and the mints, when Oliver reported that the table was set and ready for his inspection.
They went to the diningroom and, on first glance the table looked good. Master went round picking up each glass, holding it to the light to see if they had been polished. Two glasses were not so clean. Two of the slipper. Oliver began to feel a tingling sensation across his bottom. Master then inspected the cutlery. Two forks still had the remains of last night's dinner. Three knives had smear marks and three spoons had oliver's thumb prints on them. though it was small comfort for Oliver, the napkins were folded and placed neatly on the side plates, the table was highly polished and the candlabra was glistening in the light.
'Go and get the slipper which you will find on my desk, boy!
'Yes sir. Very good sir.'
Oliver returned and handed the slipper to his master.
'Bend over gribble!'
'Yes sir' With that, Oliver turned round, bent over to receive his punishment.
'WHACK! WHACK! Owee Sir!'That is for two dirty glasses' WHACK! Oweee sir! WHACK! Oweee sir!' 'That is for two dirty forks.' WHACK! Oweeeee sir! WHACK! Oweeee sir! WHACK! 'That is for three dirty knives. WHACK! Oweeeee sir! WHACK! WHACK! Oweeeeee sir! That is for three dirty spoons. Now get up and clean them properly.
'Yes sir. Very good sir. Thank you sir.
Oliver, his bottom feeling as though it were on fire, did has he was told.
That evening the guests arrived. Oliver, who had been given a new uniform to wear, which was a jacket that buttoned up to the throat, a paitr of toght fitting white trousers and white shoes, served the guests a drink before dinner. So far, so good. Come the serving of soup the trpouble began.
As Oliver placed the grapefruit in front of the most important guest, the chairman of the company, slipped and the grapefruit fell onto the floor. His master who could afford no mishap, however unintent, glared at Oliver. Oliver, his face red with embrrassment, bent down to pick the grapefruit up, receiving a swat across his bottom from the chairman, took it to the kitchen and brought in another one. Fortunately, it did not land on to the chairman's very expensive suit. He continued to serve the other guests with much nervousness.
When the first course was cleared, the master took over. Oliver brought in the roast beef and set it before his master to carve. He then went to the kitchen and brought in the vegetables and placed them strategically on the table. As the master carved the meat on each plate, oliver passed it to each of the guests.
Generally speaking the meal went well. Oliver coped well, in spite of his nervousness, even if he dropped a knife or fork on the floor.
Over the coffee and mints, not to mention the brandy, master called Oliver to come and stand by him.
'Gentlemen,' he anounced. 'My boy bere, made a few mistakes this evening. Alright, I know he was nervous, but, at the same time, I know you are all used to a high level of service. Now, gentlemen, the question is, has my boy Gribble given you the high standard of which you are accustomed?'
Oliver became very anxious and prayed that, in spite of his mistakes, they would agree that he had done well.
'No', said the chairman, 'he dropped my grapefruit.' 'And he spilled my wine on the table,' said another. 'He didn't always call me 'sir',' said another.
'Well, Gribble. What have you got to say for yourself, boy?'
Poor Oliver, he hung his head and mumbles; 'I'm sorry sir. I deserve to be punished, sir.'
Speak up boy, we can't hear you' said a guest from the far end of the table.
Oliver, with tears in his eyes said, more clearly; 'I'm sorry sir. I deserve to be punished, sir.'
'You do indeed boy.' With that, the master produced a ane from under his chair, ordered Oliver to drop his trousers and proceded to give him a sound thrashing.
As the guests were leaving, they commented on the excellence of the meal and that the thrashing Oliver received rounded the evening off nicely.
Oliver stayed the night at the house and as he lay in bed he again thought of the punishment he had received in front of his master's guests with the same ambivolence he felt when he was spanked in front of the two young men the day before. And as he thought about it, he felt an erection coming on and started to masterbate. In fact he masterbated three times that night before going off to sleep.
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