In Chapter One Arthur confronted his young boarder about spending the money he'd been given to pay his tuition fees. The story ended with the boy naked in the back shed being given an ultimatum, either accept appropriate punishment for the offense or go pack his bags and leave. The boy had only been spanked or strapped before for minor infringements. If he stayed, this would be a severe thrashing.
Now read on...
The boy stood shivering unable to move or utter a sound.
"It's time for you to decide," said Arthur. "Go and pack. Or go stand facing the ladder, legs apart, arms above your head."
The boy walked slowly to the ladder. He stood naked, head down, facing the shed wall. His _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard and he was shivering in anticipation.
Arthur opened the drawer of his bench. He took out two leather straps. He fastened one around each of the boy's knees then tied ropes to their eyelets. He threaded the ropes through hooks inserted into the walls high to the left and right of where the ladder was placed. By pulling on both ropes he stretched the boy's knees wide apart, causing the boy to fall forward onto the ladder with his butt poking up and out behind him, his toes barely touching the floor. Once he'd opened the boy's legs as wide as possible Arthur tied the ropes off to hooks in the concrete floor.
He then took a long leather belt and secured it tightly around both the boy's midriff and the ladder. Around the boy's neck and wrists he placed collars with buckles, then clipped the wrist collars to the left and right of the neck collar so that the boy's hands met behind his neck. The short chain at the front of the neck collar he threaded around one of the rungs of the ladder before clipping it back onto itself. The boy was unable to move. His _c_o_c_k_ and balls hung totally vulnerable below his torso. Because of the way he was restrained, his ass stuck right out and he couldn't turn around to see what Arthur was doing.
Arthur in fact was doing very little. He was sitting on a stool facing the boy's back, with the riding crop, the thin cane and a new, longer cane across his knees, deciding where to start. Arthur slowly smoked a cigarette. He wasn't in a hurry. The boy's cute tight ass was worth admiring. Two tight round hairless buns, and, because of the way his legs were splayed, Arthur could also see the boy's hole and his semi erect _c_o_c_k_. It looked most inviting. Next time he restrained him like this, he'd remember to bring the camera. His boy tied up and horny for punishment was a sight worth recording forever on film.
Finally the boy heard him get up and approach. Arthur started gently massaging his cheeks, pulling his cheeks apart and opening his twitching -hole.
"Please _f_u_c_k_ me. You love _f_u_c_k_ing me. Please, I want to be _f_u_c_k_ed." the boy whispered. And he meant it.
Arthur laughed, "You'd love that you little slut, wouldn't you? Later. Maybe later. Once you've taken your punishment. Do I have to gag you or will you take it quietly?"
"I'll try to take it without the gag."
Arthur stepped back and began tapping the boy's bottom with the crop, quick, sharp taps that stung rather than hurt. He began on the left cheek and slowly worked his way over to the right. The boy's ass began to redden up nicely. Then he stepped back and began tapping the inside of his left thigh. This hurt more and the boy began to moan and squirm.
Suddenly Arthur hit the boy really hard on the left ass cheek, a stinging stroke that made him jerk and yelp.
"Stop wriggling or you'll get six like that one!!!"
The boy tried to keep still but the intensity of the thrashing was increasing and he didn't know if he could take much more without moving or crying out. Arthur had never administered so many strokes, or done them this hard before. He swapped the crop for the thin cane then continued to work over both the boy's ass and inner thighs.
The strokes became harder still and the boy began to sob and pant. His _c_o_c_k_ was jutting out in front of him, ram-rod hard and despite the pain, he'd never felt so horny, so keen to be allowed to jerk off, so keen to feel Arthur deep inside him.
Finally Arthur paused and ran his hands over the boy's ass and legs. They were criss-crossed with thin lines. He touched the boy's rigid _c_o_c_k_.
"Yes Arthur Sir," moaned the boy. "Thank you Sir. I'm nearly coming. Please keep going. Make me come."
"A randy little _s_h_i_t_, aren't you?"
"Yes Sir," whispered the boy. "Please Sir. I want it bad Sir."
Arthur stepped back and picked up the long thick cane. "After each stroke you will call the number you've had, then say, 'Thank you Sir'. Is that clear?" He swished the cane in the air.
"Please Sir. No..."
"Silence. Or I'll gag you. Here is the first stoke."
The boy heard the swooshing sound of the cane and felt a hot searing pain as it cut across his ass. He let out an involuntary yell.
Arthur waited for a moment then raised the cane again and struck the boy even harder just above the first red line.
"Two Sir. Thank you Sir," mumbled the boy.
"No. That's only One," said Arthur. "You yelled and you didn't say 'thank you' after the first one, so it doesn't count"
Before the boy could reply, he administer a third stroke.
"Two Sir. Thank you Sir," the boy yelled. His legs and ass were quivering and he was trying not to cry out in pain. He began to rapidly pant and make whimpering grunts.
Another four strokes were administered, and each time the boy managed to respond correctly. Number 6 was particularly cruel. It crossed the other five lines at an angle, as if signing them off. The boy's low moaning continued.
Arthur put down the large cane. He placed one hand between the boy's legs and began lightly squeezing his _c_o_c_k_. The boy pushed his ass up and back fully exposing his tight almost hairless ring. Unable to resist, Arthur licked his three middle fingers and slid them straight up the boy's ass. The boy moaned even louder.
"Please Sir, I'm coming," he gasped.
Arthur quickly withdrew both hands. "No you're not. Not yet... And not without my permission. You have a choice for the next set of strokes. The thin cane on the inside of your thighs or another six across your ass with the big cane."
"Please Sir. I'm sorry Sir. Anything you want Sir. Just make me come Sir. Please. I'm almost there..." the boy begged.
Arthur picked up the big cane. "That wasn't what I asked you. So it will be another six. Call them." He brought the cane down across the boy's red ass. Swish. Crack.
"Sorry, Sir, one Sir, Thank you Sir."
The next five were just as brutal and the boy called them all. The last three left red lines about an inch apart.
"Thank you Sir. Thank you," the boy sobbed, his legs trembling uncontrollably. His _c_o_c_k_ was still stiff and by moving in and out just a little he could feel the knob rubbing against the rung of the ladder in front of him. He didn't care what Arthur did next. He'd never felt like this before, so close to coming. He was more aroused than he'd ever been before and his ass was burning with a fiery throbbing pain that made him even randier.
Arthur ran his hand over the boy's hot butt. "You took that six a lot better. Reckon you could take another three?"
"Yes Sir. Whatever you want to do Sir. Do it. Please Sir. Make them really hard. I can take it. Ready Sir."
"These will be fast ones," said Arthur, administering the first with a swish then crack.
The boy began moaning loudly.
"OK?" asked Arthur.
"Yes Sir. Ready for two Sir."
Swish. Crack. Equally hard.
"Ready Sir."
Swish. Crack. As hard as Arthur could administer it.
"Ready Sir."
Swish Crack. The boy began groaning uncontrollably.
Arthur dropped the cane and stepped closer, dipped his left hand in Crisco and shoved four fingers up the boy's ass. With his other hand he grabbed the boy's _c_o_c_k_ in time to feel it shoot forth a wad of cum that hit the wall behind the ladder.
The boy hung limp, exhausted, his face wet with tears and sweat. Arthur eased his fingers out, wiped them on his boy's red ass then hugged him tightly saying, "Well done."
As Arthur untied him, the boy began crying, overwhelmed by all he'd experienced.
"Thank you Arthur," the boy sobbed. "I really didn't mean to come withour your permission. And I'm sorry about everything else. I know I _f_u_c_k_ed up. I always seem to _f_u_c_k_ up eventually. I'm sorry."
Arthur took him in his arms "It's OK. That's enough punishment out here. Let's talk about it inside."
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" asked the boy.
"Of course. After I've set out some new rules for you. It's time you had a lot more structure and control in your life, and were trained to be more obedient. I'll explain it all to you then I intend fully taking you up on your request to be _s_e_x_ually used."
"Thank you Sir," said the boy, not yet ready to untangle his arms from around Arthur.
"But first I may have to punish my bad boy for coming without first asking for my permission," said Arthur gently.
"OK Sir. Whenever you think I need it Sir. Thank you Sir."
(to be continued)
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