As he sat on the train heading west the boy knew he was in for trouble when he got home. This time he was in deep _s_h_i_t_. Most times he could talk Arthur around but not tonight. He slid down in the seat aware that his trip to uni the next morning wouldn't be so comfortable. He'd have a very sore butt.
Arthur had been really good to him. Had given him a home, rent free, while he continued his studies. And he didn't ask for much in return, affection, company and, more recently, occasionally, _s_e_x_. Initially the boy had played it coy, pretending he was doing Arthur a favour, but it was clear to both of them that the boy loved what Arthur did to him, as much, if not more than Arthur liked doing it.
Most nights it would happen while they were watching TV. He'd have changed into his running shorts when he got home and would be sprawled on the couch. Arthur would slide his hand up the leg of his shorts and begin playing with him. Arthur loved the boy's ass. He'd spend hours playing with it before they had _s_e_x_. The boy would lie there at first, letting Arthur's fingers probe him, then he'd get up, drop his shorts, bend over and pull his cheeks apart. He loved showing off his body, the way it made Arthur horny. He liked making himself totally available for Arthur's satisfaction.
Arthur liked being in total control and making him moan with pleasure. Sometimes Arthur had him moaning for hours, begging to be allowed to come. Although he'd had _s_e_x_ with other guys, none of them made him feel so much physical pleasure as his so-called landlord. With other men, he was too shy and didn't know how to ask them to do things to him. With Arthur, it wasn't necessary. Arthur just seemed to know what his slim 19 year-old body needed and played him like some musical instrument.
Tonight would be different. Arthur had found out that he hadn't paid his uni fees with the money he'd been given. In fact he'd spent the money on drugs and nights out and had told Arthur he was late studying in the library, had missed the last train and had slept over at a friend's place. Slept over was right but the friend was who-ever he'd been picked up by at closing time. Arthur had given him the money and he'd spent it getting laid elsewhere. At the time he'd planned to pay the fees once he managed to replace what he'd spent, but the money kept being spent faster than he replaced it and now it was all gone.
Today he'd rung home at midday. Arthur had said be home on time and bring the fees receipt. He said he didn't know where it was.
Arthur said: "Come home and either tell the truth and take the consequences, or pack your bags."
The boy had spent the whole afternoon thinking up and rejecting likely stories for what had happened to the money. The truth was the only believable one that matched the facts but he knew that the truth would have painful consequences.
Arthur had spanked and stropped him before. First it was a stinging spanking on his bare bum for not cleaning up his room. Then it had been sets of six on the bare cheeks with the riding crop or his leather strop when he'd forgotten some chore or other. Arthur would make him strip off and bend over the small table in the hallway. He would hear the riding crop swish in the air, then come down, crack on his tender white skin.
Once he'd taken his punishment Arthur would massage his sore cheeks then start fingering him and getting him randy. Punishments were always followed by great _s_e_x_. He knew it turned Arthur on to thrash him and sometimes, if he was feeling randy, he'd confess to not doing some small chore just to get things going. He didn't like to admit it but being punished with the crop turned him on too.
He squirmed in his seat, adjusting his _c_o_c_k_ which was getting stiff at the thought of the riding crop. He just hoped Arthur didn't administer too many. He'd have to get him randy enough to stop belting and start _f_u_c_k_ing. Then he'd be forgiven.
Arthur was waiting at the front door. He looked angry and determined.
"The receipt or the truth."
"I'm sorry. I spent it. I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry. I'll pay it back."
"Out to the back shed. Strip off and stand facing the back corner. You can wait there until I'm ready to deal with you."
The shed was at the bottom of the garden, a fair distance from the house and the neighbours. The boy stripped off, shivering in the cold evening air. He stood in the corner near Arthur's work bench and waited. The longer he waited, the more worried he became about what Arthur was going to do to him. His _c_o_c_k_ was stiff - from fear, cold or horniness - he wasn't sure, but he didn't dare play with it in case Arthur caught him at it and was even angrier.
Eventually he heard the shed door open then close with a bang.
"You have a choice," said Arthur sternly. "You can put your clothes back on and walk up to the house, collect your things and leave. Or you can stay here and take your punishment."
"I'll stay."
"I want you to think about it. I am going to punish you properly this time. It will be severe and without mercy. Much harder than you've had before. You need to be thoroughly punished. It's long overdue. Turn around."
He turned slowly, his _c_o_c_k_ jutting out from his body, its head fully revealed. He didn't dare try and hide his embarrassment.
Arthur was wearing tight cut-off jeans and a leather vest and cap. He was holding a long, thin cane. He swished it menacingly in the air.
"I've never had need to use this on you before," Arthur said coldly. "If you stay you will be severely caned. Your bottom will be really sore. You can stay and take what is long overdue. Or go. Now. And never return."
The boy was scared. Deep inside he knew he had it coming. He deserved the punishment. He didn't want to leave. This was his home and he respected, perhaps even loved Arthur. But he knew he couldn't withstand that kind of punishment.
"I don't think I can take it," he whispered. "I know I deserve it. I've done wrong and I'm really sorry..."
Arthur looked him up and down as if considering his request,
"I'll make one concession You will be tied to the ladder and if you complain too loudly, you'll be gagged. That way you'll get your full quota of strokes and the neighbours won't hear you. But your punishment is already set. Take it or leave."
The boy stood shivering unable to move or utter a sound.
"It's time for you to decide," said Arthur. "Go back to the house and pack. Or go stand facing the ladder, legs apart, arms above your head."
The boy turned and walked slowly towards the...
(to be continued)
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