YOUNG SAMMY

By Tommy

Oh shit, that had been so easy!  I still can’t believe how stupid
the kid had been.  I mean, in this day and age, how can you get a
young boy into your car without a lot of kicking and screaming? 
No, honestly?

Okay, it wasn’t my first, and I have to admit that I’d become
pretty damned good over the years. It’s all about preparation,
isn’t it?  Well, I’d been very well prepared.  My dirty old Volvo
was one of the most common cars on the road.   The sort of car
nobody ever remembered.  That and the peel-off false number
plates made sure that the car could never be traced.  If anyone
did remember seeing it though, it would probably be due to the
shiny white and red metallic strips I’d stuck along the sides and
the black strips on the hubcaps.  Strips that would be removed
very soon.

As usual, I’d chosen a location several hundred miles from home.
A smallish park in a quiet market town.  The best time is either
early on a Saturday morning or about 5pm the same day.  I’d
chosen the morning this time.  Parents sleeping in late or maybe
going to the shops and hoping to have a few hours free of kids.

Anyway, I’d been the only car in the car park.  There were a few
kids in the distance, throwing stones at something.   No adults.
No worries.  I checked my watch.  Give it fifteen minutes, then
drive over to another park and try my luck there.

I heard him before I saw him.  Coming from behind, probably from
the houses down the road, close to the park and hidden by a row
of trees.  How old?  Eight, nine?  My eyes widened.  He was
beautiful!  I licked my lips.  It wasn’t often that I saw what I
considered to be the perfect specimen.  Okay, we’re all
different.  Some prefer them skinny.  I don’t.  I love my boys to
be a little bit chubby.  Not too much, mind.  Not actually fat,
but well, almost.  This one definitely fell into my ‘best of’
category.  Curly blond hair, cheeky blue eyes, chubby cheeks, 
white tea shirt hiding plenty of cuddly puppy fat, firm thighs
and a pair of blue shorts that stretched tightly over a very pert
backside.

It took literally a few seconds.  Did I say I was well prepared?
I had the small electric stun gun ready in my hand and quickly
licked the two metal contacts to improve conductivity.  I pressed
the play button on the central music console and the sound of
baby’s laughter filled the air. Two brightly coloured toys flung
out of the rear door.  The boy slowed down and I laughed.  “Throw
them back in will you?”

This was the only part in the whole procedure where I always felt
a twinge of fear.  What if his Dad was following him?  Say
another car arrived just at that second?   I was good, that’s
true, but over the years I’d calculated there would always be a
window of about ten seconds where I simply couldn’t afford to be
seen.  But I’m careful.   I did have other contingency plans.  A
second, more powerful and longer stun baton lay taped to the
bottom of the passenger seat.   Next to that was a modified air
pistol with silencer fitted, a fresh gas capsule and copper .22
slug in the barrel.    The power was way above the legal limits
and the copper slug rather than a normal lead pellet made it a
lethal weapon, but nowhere near as loud as a real firearm.  The
pistol had been great fun to make, but I certainly never wanted
to actually have to use it.

The rest was simple. The young boy picked up the toys and walked
to the car.  I quickly scanned the park and road to make
absolutely sure no one was around.  Two steps to the left as the
boy reached the door, grabbed the back of his tee shirt with my
left hand, right hand pressing the stun gun hard against the side
of his tummy and threw him on the back seat.   Over in five
seconds.

The trick at this stage is not to rush.  Moving too fast will
always attract attention. I shut the door quietly, walked round
to the other side and got in.  Ten seconds later, and I was
driving slowly out of the car park.  The moans from the back told
me I had about three or four minutes to get the car to another
safe place.  As usual, I’d made sure to stick the stun gun in
just the right place.  Too close to a muscle and the pain would
have counteracted the stunning effect.  The last thing I needed
was a writhing, screaming kid on the back seat.  Sending the
electricity through a layer of fat resulted in a more general
stunning effect.  Oh, and much quieter!

I already knew where I had to go and reached it just as the moans
started to get louder. The town was quite small and the
countryside very close.  I pulled over onto the grassy verge and
got out.  A car sped past.  No others coming.  The false number
plates peeled off very easily and a few seconds later, I removed
the metallic strips and threw everything in the car for disposal
later.

The boy had his eyes open and was looking at me, his face a
mixture of fear and surprise.  Shit, he was pretty!   I looked
around.  No cars coming.

I laughed and smiled at him.  “Don’t worry.  Everything’s okay. 
I’ll explain in a minute.  Drink this first.  Just some juice.”
I put a small plastic flask to his lips and tipped it up, giving
him no choice in the matter.  It was only about two sips anyway.
Orange juice with sixteen drops of valium.   A small pillow was
on the floor and I slipped it under his head.  “Just lie still
for a few minutes.”  I covered him to his neck with a thin
blanket and got back in the car, crossing my fingers for a
second.  Hopefully the valium should kick in just as the effects
of the stun gun wore off.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it
doesn’t.  I’d give it five or ten minutes.

The GPS was set to take me the long way home, avoiding towns. 
After five minutes, I looked over my shoulder and sighed with
relief.  The kid was fast asleep.  It wasn’t always like this. 
Some kids resisted the valium, their attempts to fight the
drowsiness often increasing their panic.   I hated having to bind
and gag them in the car, but I really had no choice.   Anyway, I
put on Radio Three and relaxed.  They were playing Beethoven’s
seventh, one of my favourites.   The sun was shining.  Should be
home in four hours.  Just in time for lunch.

I knew there would be a large puddle in front of the main gate. 
Of course I knew.  I had made sure it would be full of water!  A
slow drive through, reverse, repeat three times.  Remove any
remnants of dirt picked up in the car park!


The dogs greeted me with their usual silly behaviour, grinning
inanely while scrabbling around for sticks to bring me.  I never
understood why they did this.  They were both huge Dobermans,
gentle as kittens with me but scared the pants off passers-by. 
Excellent for security. Not that many people walked by the house.
 I live in a large house – used to be a farmhouse – on the edge
of the village, field’s one side, a long lane in front.  The
closest house to me was at least three hundred yards away and
that one was almost always empty.  The automatic garage door
opened and I parked next to the far newer and sleeker BMW I kept
for my frequent visits to London.

The kid was still asleep.  As soon as the garage door shut, I
moved the old cupboard to one side and opened the door hidden
behind it.   The boy mumbled something as I picked him up but
didn’t wake. I grunted under the weight and carried him down some
steps, then down some more to the right.  The converted rooms
underneath the house were perfect for my needs.  The insulation
and ventilation had taken quite a bit of work and I had to keep a
dehumidifier going almost continuously, but I was satisfied.

I nudged open another door and then another, leading into a large
bedroom, almost an exact copy of the real one two floors above,
albeit with no windows.

Laying him down on the bed, I pulled my phone from my pocket and
briefly checked my voicemail.  Two messages.   Jack from the
Rotary club inviting me to a fundraising event and another guy
reminding me about the meetings next week.

There was a small fridge near one of the wardrobes.  I took out
the plate of cheese cubes and put it on the table near the
television.  Next I fetched a large McDonald’s style fizzy drink
cup full of cold water with a straw sticking out of it.

I wiped my brow.  Warm and humid.  Maybe leave the dehumidifier
on overnight?

The boy turned, still asleep and I stroked his curly hair from
his eyes and kissed his nose.  What a cutie! Oh shit!  My cock
immediately sprang to life and I took a deep breath.  Plenty of
time.  No need to rush.

What next?  I checked the time.  Two o’clock.  Trying not to wake
him, I slowly removed the boy’s tee shirt, easing it carefully
past his ears and over his head.  On the small table next to the
bed was a small pair of handcuffs.  I rolled the boy over onto
his side and gently pulled his hands behind his back.  The
handcuffs clicked into place.  I knew they were most likely
unnecessary but I rather liked to keep them like this for a few
days.  Taking my time, I slid his shorts off and threw them on
top of his tee shirt.  He wouldn’t be seeing these for a while. 
I grinned and looked at his thin white underpants.  These
neither!   Besides, with his hands behind his back, there was no
way he’d be able to use the toilet otherwise.

It was just as I was removing his pants that he opened his eyes.
Probably the cool air between his legs.   His pert bottom was
lovely, a perfect white half-moon, one of the nicest I’d seen. 
Not that it would be staying white for very long!  His cute
little penis reacted as I knew it would, lengthening slightly
then retracting again as if sniffing the cooler air.

I smiled at him and watched his reaction closely.  It usually
took a while for the effects of the valium to disappear. 
Crouching down, I kissed his cheek and stroked his hair.  “Just
lie still for a while till you feel better.  There’s something to
drink over there if you’re thirsty and something to eat as well.”
 I nodded towards the ensuite bathroom.  “The toilet’s in there,
okay?”  I kissed him again and left.   It would take a few
minutes for him to realise he wasn’t dreaming.    Meanwhile, I
had things to do.  Locking the door carefully, I went back to the
car.

As always I did the same.  Carefully removed the blanket, pillow
and put them in a bag.  Same with the plastic sheet I’d placed
over the back seat in case he peed.  Added the other bits and
pieces, then threw the bag into the corner.  Later in the day I’d
put the whole lot on a large barbecue in the garden.   Vacuumed
the car with a 12v car vacuum cleaner working from the car
battery.  Cleaned the plastic parts with water from a watering
can.  Wiped the sides of the car where the sticky tape had been. 


Okay, here's the bit you won't believe.  Yeah, I'm
careful! Overkill perhaps, but I’m like that.   I know a bit
about forensics.  Traces of DNA is all the rage.  But having both
useful contacts and an “edyookayshun like what I ‘ave”
...hah ha.. I use to my advantage.  There are cheap enzymes used
in washing powders and to remove protein from contact lenses.  
Guess what?  There's an enzyme called DNAse that destroys all
DNA.  I had some.  Funny thing is, it's quite cheap.  Dissolve in
water and spray on!  I sprayed the back seat just about
everywhere.  Okay, I know I'm exaggerating, but I take this stuff
seriously!

Sprinkled a bit of dirt from the garden all over the car and a
handful of old dog hairs on the back seat.

What else?  Not much.  Some lights on in the house.  Security
system working well.  Dogs fed.  Emails checked.  Quick shower.
Grabbed something to eat.

I poured myself another beer and checked my letters.  I'd picked
up four in the letter box.  Two from investments companies, one
from my bank and another from a coin collecting club. You see,
I'm a private investor, art collector and historian.  Okay, the
historian bit is a bit of a joke and the art collector stuff is
just investing in what are called alternative assets.  I admit
that I got off to a good start, my parents leaving me a large
fortune and an equally large house, and I’m rather proud that I
didn't squander it.  Quite the opposite.  A spell with two
investment banks after university, some basic qualifications in
accountancy and making the right contacts had served me well.  
So much so that I had no need of paid employment.   My
investments were raking it in!  A local investing club, the
Rotary club and membership of the golf club kept me in with the
right people.  One was a Chief detective with the local police
force, a fact that I made sure the local police knew.  Another
was a most interesting individual from the police forensics
department.  What I had learned from him was invaluable, hence
the DNAse solutions and so on.   Regular AGMs and other meetings
of investment companies kept me busy.  Since I had large
shareholdings in some of the companies, it wasn't just for show
either!

I suppose that this is all leading up to the reason why I'd
decided to go out and find another boy.  It wasn't just that I
felt like it.  I do these things for a reason.  I had to spend
almost the whole of next week traveling to London every day.  No
choice I'm afraid.  For some reason I had meetings, auctions and
appointments planned from Monday to Friday.

I was going to be busy and coming home every evening exhausted
and maybe a bit angry.  What was the best way to relax?  Hmm?
When I returned down to the bedroom, the boy was sitting on the
bed, his jaws moving, obviously having found and devoured the
cheese cubes I'd left for him. He turned as I entered and I
noticed that his face was glistening from recent tears. No
matter. That was to be expected.

He looked at me and I saw a myriad of expressions cross his face.
The one that stayed was that of hope. “Are you a policeman?” His
thin reedy voice made me laugh.

“No, I'm not a policeman!”

He seemed to struggle with this for a few seconds. “Can I go home
now?”

I loved this bit. Heard it all before.

“You stand up when I come in the room!” My voice was not loud.
Just firm.

A hesitation, maybe three seconds, and he stood up. As I
expected, he kept his legs clamped together as if trying to hide
the fact that he was naked.

I shook my head. “Stand up straight please. Legs apart!”

He obeyed but reluctantly and I could see he was close to tears.

Well, so he should be!

“But can I go home?”

I sat on the bed and looked him over, trying to control myself.
He was without doubt the best specimen I had ever encountered. 
His blue eyes peered at me anxiously through a few strands of
blond curly hair.  A visit to the barber wouldn't go amiss!  No
freckles, round face with pale chubby cheeks and lips slightly
thicker than average.  Not a blemish or mole anywhere. For a
second I closed my eyes. This was perfect!

“What's your name?”

He pouted and avoided my eyes. “Samuel.”

“Do your parents call you Sammy?”

He took a few seconds. “No, they don't like it.”

I nodded. “Well I'm going to call you Sammy. Now then, there are
a few...”

“I can't move my hands. Can I go home now?”

Bloody hell, it was like a script. Always the same. “No Sammy,
you will go home when I say you can go home. Your hands will
remain tied behind your back till I say so!  What's more Sammy,
you will not speak again without asking permission by raising
your hand! ”

The irony of the situation was wasted on him. How could he
possibly raise his hand?

I'd noticed that he'd moved his legs closer together. “Legs apart
please!”

A horrible whiny voice. “I don't want to. It's rude. I want my
shorts. I want to...”

SLAP!

He jumped and the skin on his thigh went white, then started to
turn red. For a second or so he seemed as though in a different
world. Somebody had actually slapped him. Hard!

His crying was loud but not as bad as some I've experienced. I
yawned and gave him a minute to get it out of his system. He
started to turn, I suppose to escape me. I reached out and took
his tiny little testicles between my fingers. Held them tight.
Very tight.

He looked down, then straight at me, his mouth open. Poor kid had
no clue.

“Want another one?” I raised my hand.

The shock seemed to shut him up. For the moment at least. He
shook his head.

“Say sorry!”

A pause. Then a sad little voice. “Sorry.”

“Sorry Sir!”

He looked dazed. “Sorry Sir.”

“That’s better.”  The kid looked as if he couldn’t decide if he
were in a dream or not.

“But can I go home soon? I don’t want to….”

SLAP!

Another red patch started to appear next to the first one.  I
tightened my fingers around his balls so he couldn’t move.  “I
said no talking!”

He writhed and attempted to turn but couldn’t.  A shrill scream
cut through the air.  I sighed and closed my fingers tighter. 
The screaming stopped for a second then continued at a lower
pitch for another minute or so.  I shrugged and waited.
“Okay, I think that’s enough!”  I squeezed a bit harder to get
his attention.  “Quiet now!  Or I squeeze these even harder! 
Okay?”

The little boy’s face was bright red from crying, his body
covered in sweat and a small trickle of snot was running down
from his nose.  He looked at me in disbelief and terror.  He
swallowed and sniffed three times, his eyes full of tears.  I
felt a pang of sympathy for him.  But he really had to learn!
“Now then Sammy, I just want you to stand still for a few minutes
while I explain, okay?”  I didn’t wait to see if he understood or
not.  “If you stop crying, I’ll let go of your testicles.  If you
don’t, I’ll just squeeze them harder and harder.”

Another loud sniff and the crying stopped.  Sammy looked at my
hand and flinched slightly in relief as I released him.
“Good boy.  Now then Sammy, I’ll explain the rules.” He looked up
puzzled.  “Yes, the rules.  They really are quite simple. 
Basically, you just have to obey every single thing I tell you to
do.  Very easy, isn’t it?”  I smiled and removed the snot from
his face with a tissue, then wiped his eyes.  “You always stand
up when I come in the room, you always say 'Sir' every time you
say something, and you never ask questions without raising your
hand first and waiting for permission.”  I laughed.  “Yes I know
you can’t raise your hand because they’re both tied behind your
back and they’ll stay that way for a while.  Where was I?  Oh
yes, the rules are simple so I expect you to obey them, okay?  If
you break the rules, you get punished, right?”

The look of confusion on his face was amazing and I laughed
again.  “I forgot to ask Sammy, how old are you?”

He hesitated, maybe wondering if he was allowed to speak or not.
“Eight.”  His voice was trembling.

“Eight what?” I pursed my lips.

A look of incomprehension, then a light turned on.  “Eight…Sir.”

“Better!”  I ran my finger over his cheek and stroked his hair. 
So cute!

“Now Sammy I realise that you can’t raise your hand, so if you
want to say something you’ll have to let me know some other way,
hmm?”  I chuckled and teased his small penis with my finger. He
jumped and made to back away but saw the warning in my eyes. A
tear appeared.  I played with his willy for a few seconds. He
wasn't circumcised and the foreskin completely covered the tip. 
That would soon change!

“If you want to ask a question, you do exactly like this okay? 
Move your hips and wiggle your willy so it flaps about from side
to side.”  I held his hips gently but firmly and pushed them to
the right and left.  “Got it?”  I bit my lip trying not to laugh.
 “Go on, wiggle your hips!”

He glanced at me for a second and moved his hips slowly.
“No, do it properly!  Swing your bottom from side to side. 
Faster. Legs a bit further apart.  Come on. Faster!  I want to
see that willy wobbling about!”

I exhaled slowly, enjoying the sight.  Sammy was obviously
desperate to ask questions but anxious to avoid any further
slaps.  The poor kid was far too young to realise how sexy he
looked when he did this!  I nodded, trying to keep the excitement
out of my voice.  Shit he was so provocative!  “Okay not bad.”  I
reached out and held his penis again.  “You only speak when I’m
holding your willy, understand?  The second I let it go, you stop
talking! Okay, what do you want to say?”

It was clear he'd forgotten, his whole attention taken up by his
penis being held firmly between my fingers.  He looked lost and
close to tears again.

“Can I... can I put my underpants on please?”  These questions
and his whiny voice was starting to irritate me.

“No you can't.  Don't ask me again!  The rules are that you stay
completely naked apart from the few times when I will allow to
wear certain items of clothing.  Next question?”

Well it was true.  I did have quite an extensive wardrobe of
things I'd picked up over the years and there were times when I
liked to see them modelled. Tight grey school shorts were a great
favourite of mine, as were thongs, ballet tights, and cycling
shorts. I had a great variety of each and never tired of
experimenting with different designs. Even skirts, knickers and
other girly things, depending on my mood.  It all depended on the
boy's physique.  Sammy possessed all the attributes I loved.  He
was going to be busy!

“But... but...” He looked so miserable.  I'd given him permission
to speak and now he was having trouble finding questions.

“But.. why am I here?  I want to go home!  What are you going to
do to me?  Can I go home later? Can I go home tomorrow?   Can
I...”

I let go of his penis and raised my hand.  He stopped
immediately.  Well, at least he's learning! Except of course
about saying 'Sir' at the end of each sentence.  Not to worry. 
By tomorrow he would never forget again!

“Okay Sammy, I'll tell you the whole story.”  Well, why not. 
Over the years, I'd found it best to be honest from the start.
 
“Have you ever heard of Greek pleasure boys?”

He looked at me as if I'd spoken in a foreign language, then
shook his head.  He was only eight for crying out loud!
“Well, you've heard of slaves, haven't you?  Throughout history,
many people have had little boy and girl slaves to help them in
the house.  These little boys and girls had to learn how to keep
their masters happy.  Well, sometimes I need a boy slave to have
some fun with and keep me happy.  Just for a week or so.  I've
tried little girls as well, but to be honest, I think that little
boys are much better.”

Well it was true!  I still remember it vividly.  Clara, her name
was, only nine and right little vixen!  Never again!  Boys are
far more pragmatic and down to earth.  I must have beaten Clara's
backside till my arm ached, but she still had an 'attitude' and I
never felt truly relaxed as I did with the boys. She had the
annoying habit of looking at me out of the corner of her eye and
was a real actress.  It had taken me a few days till I realised
what she was doing. Basically pretending she was in a lot of pain
no matter what I did.  The penny finally dropped when I pretended
to cane her using a junior cane that had already been worn out
and broken in two places..  Her screams gave her away!  The cane
never even left a mark! Naturally I spent the next week making up
for lost time and she regretted her earlier stupidity, but any
trust was gone and I didn't enjoy it as I should have done.
“You see, Sammy, next week I'm going to be very, very busy and I
need a little boy who will help me to relax when I get home.”  I
remembered the last boy and smiled nostalgically.  He'd been so
eager to please, well, after a few days of training.  “I'll be
out most of the day.  But don't worry, you'll have plenty to do.”
True!  I always kept them busy.  Half the day would be spent
cleaning the rooms, the rest of the time used for studying. 
Okay, I may be a pervert and have a sadistic sense of humour, but
I'm not a complete monster.  I always made a point of finding out
where they were in their school work and always tried to make
sure that they wouldn't miss too much.  After all, when I release
them they're traumatised enough and have to endure days of
questioning by special police officers, so helping them to keep
up with their studies is the least I can do.

“It's Wednesday today so we have till Monday to get you ready.”

I saw with amusement that he wanted to ask a question.  He shook
his hips and looked at me anxiously.

“Okay, okay” I held his penis and laughed.  “What do you want to
say?”

Sammy looked confused and scared.  “But what do I have to do?  If
I do it, then can I go home?”

I released his tiny manhood.  It had lengthened slightly in my
fingers. “Yes of course you can go home.  I already told you that
I only need you for a week or so.”  I paused.  “As to what you'll
have to do, well we'll discuss that over the next few days but
basically, when I'm not here you'll have some cleaning jobs to do
and some homework for school.”  I saw the look of surprise and
nodded.  “Oh yes young man.  Lots of homework!  Then, when I
arrive home, I check what you've done and mark your homework. 
You'll have to fetch me drinks, put my dinner in the microwave,
wash up afterwards and then entertain me for the rest of the
evening.  I expect you to pleasure me at least twice a day but
we'll discuss that later.”

He wanted to ask a question and started to wriggle his hips again
but I shook my head.  “No, that's enough for now.  I'll allow you
to talk later.  I have things to do.”

I patted his thigh.  “Do you need to use the loo?”

He shook his head. “No.”

I sighed and pulled out a small pocket book and pencil.  “You
know Sammy that makes at least five times that you've forgotten
to say 'Sir' when you speak to me.”  I wrote the number '5' and
showed it to him.  “You've broken the rules five times!”

He looked at the book, then at me, then at the book again as if
he'd never seen the number 'five' before.  I shrugged.  “That's
five punishments you've earned already.”

The look on his face made me laugh.  Confusion, fear, maybe some
hope?  He started to wiggle his hips, obviously desperate to
talk.  I shook my head.

“No, no questions.  Besides, I know what you're going to ask. 

You want to know what a punishment is, don't you?”

He bit his lip and sniffed.  “Yes Sir.”  Good, he was learning!

“Well Sammy, while you're here, you'll be punished in the same
way as little boys used to be punished years ago.”  I tickled his
penis for a second and stroked the sides of his testicles.  “Do
you ever have your bottom smacked at home?”

He looked at me for a second as if I'd asked a difficult
question.  “No.  I mean no Sir.”

“Well, while you're here, almost all punishments will be on your
bottom.”  His eyes grew wider and I nodded.  “Oh yes, that's
right.”  I ran my finger around his little balls.  “The procedure
is very simple.  When I tell you that you have to be punished,
you show me your bottom so I can inspect it. Once I've done that,
I decide on the punishment.  The next day you have to write a
hundred lines in addition to your homework.  Okay?”

His eyes were full of tears again and I sighed.  “Because you've
only just arrived, I won't make you write all the lines, but I'm
afraid I can't let you off the punishment.”  I grinned.  “Rules
are rules!”

The penny seemed to sink and he started crying.  I shook my head
and took a deep breath.  “Sammy, what is six times five?”  He
sniffed and looked up, tears running down his face.  I repeated
the question and he looked at me blankly for a few seconds.  “I
don't... Is it thirty?”

“Yes, good boy.  It's thirty.  A punishment is always six smacks
on the bottom with my hand or something else.  So five
punishments gives a total of thirty smacks.”  I paused and wiped
the tears from his cheeks.  “But unfortunately, you just broke
the rules again didn't you?  You should have said 'Is it thirty,
Sir'.  So that makes thirty six smacks!”

The look on his face made me laugh.  His sobbing grew louder but
I ignored it and ran my hand down his thigh.  “So my advice to
you Sammy is to a very good obedient boy from now on, do exactly
as you're told and try not to break the rules again.”  I clapped
my hands.  “Well turn around then.  I have to inspect your
bottom!”

He didn't move and I had to turn him around myself.  I held his
hands and lifted them a bit further up his back so I had a better
view.  Two beautiful soft white half-moons seem to rise in front
of me, filling the room.  His buttocks were perfectly shaped and
larger and rounder than any I'd seen before.  I groaned with
frustration and shifted slightly as my throbbing erection begged
for attention.  I used my thumb and forefinger to part his
buttocks and brushed his tight little bumhole.  The boy squealed
and I laughed.

“Okay Sammy, your bottom looks fine to me. Now then...”

I felt the boy flinch as I touched his shoulders and he started
to cry even louder. Holding him firmly, I led him to the
bathroom. He looked up at me, puzzled, tears running down his
cheeks and dripping onto the floor.

“I want you to use the loo now.  I know you said you didn't need
to go, but I know what little boys are like!”  Oh yes, I'd
learned the hard way. I had no intention of spanking him too hard
the first time but he wasn't to know that.  The last thing I
needed was him peeing all over me!

I stood him in front of the toilet. His face reddened as he
realised what I expected him to do. I saw some tell-tale traces
around the base of the toilet indicating that he'd already used
the loo while I'd been upstairs.  He'd have to learn to take more
care!

“Come on please Sammy.  I want you to pee!”  I took his penis and
held it so it pointed in the right direction. I pulled his
foreskin back slightly and he flinched.  “That's an order Sammy!”
I took a few seconds but he finally managed it and I wiped the
tip of his penis dry and flicked it playfully.  “Good boy.  Now
then do you need to do a poo?”

It was hard to keep a straight face.  He seemed to freeze.  I
could guess what was running through his mind.  “If you do, I'll
leave you for a few minutes, but your hands have to stay like
this.  Well, do you?”

He looked down, shyly and nodded.  “Yes Sir.”

“Okay then, I have to go and sort out a few things in the other
room.  When you've finished, you can flush the toilet yourself. 
Just push that lever with your elbow, okay. But you stay sitting
on the loo till I arrive.”

I left the poor kid looking around him as if unconvinced it was
all happening, and went out.

The room next door was a study, only rather different to the real
one I had in the main house. The paintings that adorned the walls
upstairs were Pre-raphaelites and impressionists, some of them
originals. On the walls here were a motley collection of photos
depicting some of the young visitors I'd had over the years as
well as some stories, drawings and water-colour paintings they'd
done themselves.  I had my favourites. A photo of Sean, a chubby
little nine year old was one.  Crikey, he'd been hard to train! 
The photo showed him after I'd just spanked him with a slipper,
looking back over his shoulder, pouting at the camera and
displaying a large red bottom.  I remember it well.  The spanking
had been in the morning just before I left and I'd just told him
that he'd be getting the cane when I came back in the evening. 
To the left was a hundred word essay I'd made him write about why
he'd been punished and why he deserved to be caned as well.  To
the right was a sweet little painting of himself that I'd made
him do one afternoon. Not bad at all.  I ran my hand over the
desk.  Sammy would have plenty of dusting and cleaning to keep
him busy tomorrow.  I glanced at the wall behind the desk and
smiled. Just wait till he saw these! Two long rows of hooks ran
across the entire wall, displaying my collection of the
implements I deemed appropriate for administering punishment.  I
was very proud of my collection. Short belts, long belts,
slippers, paddles, rulers, martinets and oh yes, the canes.  I
always enjoy their reaction when they experience that awful sharp
sting for the first time.

Down the corridor was a comfortable living room. Unlike the
others, this one had real windows stuck on the concrete walls and
curtains with small lights strategically placed to make the
windows look as real as possible. To save time, I’d covered the
floor with white linoleum.  So easy to clean.  A large cream
leather sofa and matching armchair stood in front of a soft white
rug and coffee table.

I chuckled, remembering the trouble I'd had getting the sofa down
here.  That had been exhausting!  There was a television was in
the corner along with a video player surrounded by stacks of
videos.  A drinks cabinet, HiFi system, sideboard and tall oak
cupboards lined the walls. Another door led to a small but
perfectly functional kitchen.  Beyond that were three other
rooms, only partly finished, the doors kept locked.

I heard the faint sound of a toilet flushing and grinned.  At
last.  When I entered the bathroom, Sammy was sitting obediently
on the toilet looking embarrassed and scared.  The smell of
lavender filled the air, emanating from a small aerosol dispenser
attached to the flush handle.

“Good boy, Sammy.”  I smiled.  “I guess I have to wipe your
bottom, hmm?   Okay, stand up.””

I must admit that I quite enjoy it when they're embarrassed.  I
bent him forward slightly and wiped him a few times.  Clean as a
whistle.

“Do you know what this is?”  I pointed to the bidet.  He shook
his head, eyes avoiding mine.

“Well it's called a bidet and you have to learn how to use it.”
 
I positioned him next to it.  “Lower yourself down so you're
almost sitting on it. Legs further apart.  More.  Good boy.”
I ran the water for a few seconds.  Yes, warm enough.  “When and
if I release your hands, I expect you to do this yourself.  The
rules about hygiene are very strict and your bottom has to be
clean at all times, inside and out.  It feels horrible at first,
but you'll get used to it.  All my little boys do!”
I pushed a soapy finger slowly inside him and he bit his lip and
started crying again.

“Okay, nearly done.”  I pushed my finger in as far as I could and
wiggled it about watching the expression on his face.  As I'd
expected, the pressure on his young prostate had made his penis
grow about an inch longer.  “Right that's it.”  I quickly rinsed
him and dried his bottom with a large fluffy towel.

My watch said 5 o’clock.  I really had to make a few phone calls
soon. Ignoring his tears I led him gently out of the bathroom and
through the door into the corridor.

“You can go wherever you want while you're here.” I pointed to
the heavy looking bolted door that hid the stairs.  “That door is
always locked and you're not allowed to go near it.  It has an
alarm on it and anyway..”  I showed him a small white box with a
flashing red light.  “The camera will tell me if you try.”

I showed him the other rooms though I wasn't sure if he was
paying any attention.  In the study, I sat down and stroked his
cheek.  The poor kid was terrified but he'd calm down over the
next few days.  They always do.  I saw his eyes move around the
room. He looked at the hooks behind the desk as if in a dream,
probably with no clue as to their use, then at a small old
fashioned school desk in the corner.

“That's where you'll sit when you do your homework” I explained,
gently fondling his balls.  He didn't even flinch this time and I
grinned.  I'd learned years ago that this was a great way of
keeping preteen boys calm.   “I'll put your timetable on the wall
in the morning with all the work you have to do.”

His eyes fell on the photos and watched his reaction, trying not
to grin. I saw where he was looking.  “That one's Kevin.  He was
here five years ago. He'd just pleasured me with his mouth and
was waiting for permission to swallow.  That's why his face looks
funny.”  I didn't bother to explain.   I pointed to another. A
young red haired boy kneeling on the sofa, proudly sporting quite
an impressive erection for his age.   “That one is Stephen, about
three years ago. He was a very good boy.  So obedient.”

I ran through some of the others.  The infamous Clara was there
of course, lying on her back, holding her legs up to her
shoulders, displaying a badly beaten bottom and bright red pussy.
 Having her pussy beaten turned out to be the trick that improved
her behaviour. I allowed him to gaze at them all for a few more
seconds, then realised the time.

“Right young man, I'm in a hurry, so we may as well start.”  He
looked at me as if for the first time and I saw the tears start
again.  “No Sammy, tears won't help.  I'll just ignore them.”
Quite gently, I eased to my side and pushed him over my lap.  As
I knew he would, he instinctively pushed his hands down over his
bottom and I took them in my left hand and held them firmly
higher up his back.

“Please don't do that again, Sammy. I didn't explain this rule,
so I'll let you off this time, but you never, ever try to protect
your bottom!”  I ran my hand lightly over his delicious looking
buttocks.  “During a punishment, I expect you to stay in position
at all times. If you don't, you earn another punishment.   I
can't expect you to stay quiet all the time, but there will be
times when I order you to stay silent.  Or else!”

I sighed. The kid was sobbing his heart out and I hadn't even
started.  Crikey, the time!  I lifted my hand and brought it down
smartly in the middle of his left buttock. He squealed and I
continued spanking him, not too fast and not too hard either. 
Always like this at the beginning.  So terrified, his cries
reflected more the fact that he was being spanked rather than any
actual pain.  Not that the pain was much.   I'd already given him
twenty spanks when his crying started to sound different.  More
resigned than suffering. I knew the signs.  He was starting to
realise that it wasn't as bad as he'd feared.

“See Sammy.  Not as bad as you thought, hmm.  You've got another
sixteen to come, then I can stop.”  I loosened my grip on his
hands.  “I'm going to let your hands go now and I expect you to
keep them up here away from your bottom. If you don't well...”
I released his hands and carried on spanking him.  The slaps grew
a bit harder and to my relief he kept his hands where they were.
The last six I gave on the back of his legs and he squealed and
jiggled his bottom around as if trying to dodge my hand.

“Okay, all over.”  I lifted him off my lap. His bottom resembled
a setting sun but I knew that it would be back to its lily white
colour in an hour or so.

Sammy was still crying but not as intensely as before. I undid
his handcuffs and removed them.  He looked at me surprised and
rubbed his wrists.

“Oh for goodness sake, stop crying!”  I quickly wiped his face
and kissed his wet nose.  “Not that bad, was it!  Now then.”   I
checked that his wrists weren't bruised and fetched some paper
and a pen from my desk.

“I'm going to be away for a couple of hours.  While I'm gone, you
sit down here and copy this in your best handwriting.”   He
sniffed and watched as I wrote something at the top of the paper.

“You write one hundred times 'I must always say Sir when I talk
to my Master' and one hundred times 'My bottom belongs to my
Master'.

I made sure he understood this time and put the paper on the
desk.  He swallowed and looked at me, his eyes still full of
tears.

“When you’ve finished your lines, you can explore the rest of the
place, okay?”  I smiled and tousled his hair.  You saw the small
fridge in the bedroom?  There’s plenty of juice there and things
to eat as well.   There’s a fridge in the kitchen as well but
that’s for my dinners in the evening.  If you want to watch a
video, there’s loads in the living room and it’s very easy to
use. We don’t have any TV channels here, just videos.
   
Just switch on the television and put the video in.”  I turned to
go. “Oh, when you hear a buzzer, it means that I’m coming back. 
When you hear it, come back here and face the wall on tip toes,
hands on your head, nose touching the wall, okay?”  I kissed his
cheek and gave his willy a little squeeze. 

“See you later.”

The phone calls took longer than expected.  Honestly, why do
accountants talk so much?  He could easily have summed it all up
in a few sentences!  Then there were the emails.   More
invitations to attend company presentations and have drinks with
the CEO and….  The sun was low in the sky and the red light
streamed through my large French windows.  I needed a walk!  The
dogs were barking at something they’d found at the bottom of the
garden.  Probably a rabbit or a mole hole.
 
I stretched and went back to make a few more phone calls.  My
mood lightened. One of the more boring meetings I’d been dreading
was cancelled.  Then fifteen minutes later another call to say it
was on again.  Shit! 

The time?  Half past seven already?  I was pissed off. Oh, and
hungry!

The hidden door in the garage has an electric contact that
activates a buzzer down in the corridor.  Whenever I have a
‘little visitor’ I like to wait a minute to give them time to get
ready for me, so I went down the stairs slowly.  Over the years
I'd got into the habit of leaving written details of how I wanted
to find him.. or her.. when I arrived home. Something different
every day. Sammy would learn.

Sammy was waiting exactly where I’d told him to.  As I’d known,
his bum was already back to its previous unmarked state.  I
looked down at his desk and picked up the papers.  “Good boy!”  I
quickly counted them.  Two hundred in total.  Good!  “Hmm, your
writing could be a bit better, actually, quite a lot better, but
it’s okay for the first day.”

“He flinched as I touched him.  I kissed the back of his neck and
patted his soft buttocks. “Very good Sammy.  Now then, put your
hands behind your back and…”

I clicked the handcuffs back into place.  He clearly hadn’t
expected this and tried to pull his hands apart, a sound of
horror and disbelief in his voice.  “But..but, you took them off
before!  I don’t want them back on!  Please!  I don’t…”
I put my hand to my head.  This was too much!  First those bloody
phone calls and now this?  Hadn’t this little idiot learned yet?

“Here!”  I took his arm and yanked him to the middle of the
study.  “Bend over!”

He burst into tears and just stood there, looking around him, his
legs twitching as if to run away.

I snatched a slipper from its hook.  It was the lightest one I
had, its thin worn rubber sole threatening to detach at any
second.  I took a deep breath and lowered my voice.  “You will
receive two punishments.  One for talking without permission, the
second for not using ‘Sir’.. again!”  I pursed my lips.  Sammy
didn't realise how lucky he was.  To be punished for the same
offence twice in a day normally meant a caning at the very least,
but I didn't want to use the cane on his first day.

  
“Now bend over!”

He must have realised he had no alternative.  He leaned forward a
few inches.  I had to try quite hard not to laugh!  “No Sammy,
when I say bend over, I mean right over.  Head down as far as you
can!  Keep those hands high up your back as well!”

I waited for the sobbing boy to bend over properly and ordered
him down even further. “If you move from that spot, I'll thrash
you with something much more painful than this!”

The slap of the rubber sole across his quivering buttocks
reverberated round the room and he screamed.  I knew for a fact
that the pain would barely be more than that of his previous
spanking, but as usual, it was all psychological.  I was using a
slipper, not my hand!

“You're only getting twelve, Sammy, not thirty six, so don't make
a fuss.”  I grinned as his bottom writhed and contracted at each
slap.  Maybe it was a bit more painful than the spanking, but not
that much.  I slapped the last one hard across the top of his
thigh and licked my lips with satisfaction. What a fuss he'd
made.

“Okay Sammy, you may stand up.”  I had to repeat the order.  His
sobbing was too loud for him to hear.

I put the slipper back on the hook, shaking my head.  Normally it
was the boy's duty to bring me the implement and then replace it.
“Okay, okay, it wasn't that bad!”  I hugged him for a few
seconds, kissing his cheek and stroking his hair. ”It's only a
sore bottom.  Little boys have had sore bottoms for thousands of
years.” I slid my hand over his buttocks and grinned at the heat
I felt emanating from the red skin.  Like the other spanking,
he'd be back to normal in an hour. The smell of his sweaty little
body was delicious and I groaned with frustration.  He was so
fantastic!

His sobs diminished slightly and I kissed him again.  “Okay, stop
the crying now.  That's an order!”  He sniffed and looked down,
tears falling to the ground.  I wiped his eyes.

“You do realise I hope, that because of this, you've made us
late! I wanted to show you how to prepare my dinner and I'm very,
very hungry!  I kissed him again to show him I wasn't too angry.
“You've also earned yourself another two hundred lines for
tomorrow and that's in addition to the other school work I'll be
giving you!

He looked at me in such a puzzled yet scared way, I laughed out
loud and hugged him again.

“Okay young man, let's go!”

I led him to the living room and made him sit down cross legged
on the thick fur rug while I went back to the bedroom for a
second to check the fridge.  Yes, he'd eaten.  He obviously liked
cheese and cold sausages.  Orange juice as well.  I have very
rigid views about the diets of my boys.   Low carb in the main
and never after six o’clock.

Back in the living room I thought for a second, then smiled and
selected a video. “This one's interesting, Sammy.  This is film I
made with a lovely little boy called Dylan. I want you to watch
it very carefully, okay?  I'll be asking questions later, so
you'd better pay attention!”  I started the DVD and went into the
kitchen.

I had a stock of meals in the fridges and just had to heat them
up in the microwave.  Normally, I'm a very fussy eater and
wouldn't be seen dead eating stuff like this, but it was easy and
convenient.

From the living room, I heard the sound of the film starting.  It
wasn't that long, maybe twenty minutes or so.  Dylan had been
with me over a week when we did it.  For the first minute, just
the sound of a bottom being spanked and the occasional squeal,
then a slightly different slapping sound and louder cries.  That
was the paddling I'd given him immediately afterwards.  Silence,
then sounds of his breathing getting louder and louder.  This was
the scene in the living room when I'd made Dylan have an erection
– helped along with a small dose of viagra - and brought him to,
what I assumed, was his very first dry orgasm.  I imagined the
look on Sammy's face.   No doubt he was already at the stage of
playing with himself under the bedclothes.

Then the important part.  I'd taken ages to get the camera just
right and had another in my hand to get a different angle and
edit the final version.  The sound of my flies being unzipped,
then my belt buckle, trousers off, pants off.  A few minutes of
silence.  I grinned, remembering it well.

More silence, then sounds of his grunts as he continued to
pleasure me, coupled with pauses as he used his tongue to tease
my balls.

Then the sound of my breathing, moans, whistles, growing louder,
then just a long low sigh and the sound of Dylan's tongue and
lips working hard to capture every drop of my cum.

Another long pause, Dylan waiting to ask for permission to
swallow. Since this wasn't allowed till he'd got every single
drop out, it could sometimes take a minute or so till he was
sure.

I never allowed them to use their hands when they pleasured me. 
It made them work harder and besides, it was fun watching them
panic towards the end.  The rules were simple but needed practice
to avoid breaking. No hands, five minutes maximum allowed and
every drop had to go in their mouth.  Getting some on their face
was accepted, and in fact, I quite enjoyed it, but they had to
lick it up immediately. If their tongue couldn't reach, they were
allowed to use their fingers but would be paddled afterwards. 
However, if they allowed any to drop on the floor, they got both
a paddling and a caning, the latter being administered the
following morning before I left for work.

I walked in carrying my dinner and sat on the sofa.  The remote
control was there and I quickly went back to the beginning. “Come
here and sit next to me Sammy!”

With his hands behind his back, he had to lean forward for
balance to stand up. I patted the white leather next to me. 

“Just here.”

I saw him look at my plate, then the television, then a quick
glance at me.  His eyes were red but at least the tears had
stopped.

“Always keep your legs well apart, please” I ordered, chewing a
piece of beef.  He obeyed slowly, blushing a little.  “Good boy.”

He watched anxiously as I teased his small penis with my left
hand.  I squeezed it slightly and moved his small testicles
forward.  “I like to see your privates on show all the time. Have
to keep an eye on them, hmm?”

The video started again.  “Dylan has a nice bottom, doesn't he,
but not as nice as yours.  Oh, now you'll see him get the paddle.
 You see how good he is?  He walks over, brings it to me and
bends over without being told.  Gosh, look how red his bottom is
now!”

Sammy was watching the film intently, his mouth open, and his
face expressionless.  I held his penis and pinched to get his
attention.  “If you want to ask questions Sammy, you can.  But
only while I'm holding your willy, remember!”

I saw him blink as if coming out of a trance.  He looked round
shyly, then down at my hand between his legs.  “Sir, why did
Dylan have a punishment, please Sir?”

Fireworks in my head.  Yes, he was learning!  I paused the video.
 “Well the spanking wasn't really a proper punishment.  I'd just
arrived home and wanted Dylan to have a red bottom.  I think boys
behave much better if their bottoms are always a little sore. 

Oh, and that wooden thing is called a paddle.  That was a real
punishment!  He hadn't finished his lines!”  I grinned.
Not worth explaining that on that day, poor old Dylan had cleaned
the living room, ploughed through tons of homework and then had
to write five hundred lines!

I started the video again and took another few mouthfuls of beef,
my fingers still gently squeezing Sammy's little sausage.  “Ask
any questions Sammy.  I won't be cross.”

The video zoomed in on Dylan's cute little penis slowly being
coaxed and teased until it was standing up.  Sammy watched, his
eyes wide open.

“Dylan had been very good that day.  I decided to give him a
reward.”  I was sure I could feel Sammy's penis stiffen slightly.
 “You know, his willy was nearly five inches long!”  I pretended
to be amazed.  “How long is your willy when it goes hard, Sammy?”
He blushed and looked round, then back at the television,
confused.  “I don't know Sir.”

“You don't know?  But it does go hard sometimes doesn't it?  All
little boys' willies go hard.”

I waited while he swallowed and seemed to be thinking.  “Yes
Sir.” His voice was quiet.  Poor kid was scared.  Was he saying
the right thing?

“Good boy. It feels nice when you play with it, hmm?”  I gave his
penis a gentle squeeze.

A few seconds.  “Yes Sir.”

The gasps from the video grew louder and we watched together as
Dylan frantically thrust himself back and forth.  I liked doing
this.  Starting off rubbing slowly and gently, waiting till the
point of no return, then keeping my hand completely still,
forcing him to finish by himself.  He looked so funny.  So
desperate!  To his credit he kept his feet rooted to the same
spot, one of my little rules.

I paused it.  “Dylan enjoyed himself, didn't he?”

Sammy nodded slowly, clearly embarrassed.  “Yes Sir.”

His penis felt a bit harder but I knew it wasn't worth pursuing
it until he'd had a few days to get used to the routine and had
calmed down a bit. Some boys like it more than others.  One or
two I'd had never really liked it at all.  Others seemed to be
typical little men with penises that reacted immediately. The
small doses of cialis and viagra helped of course.  Of course, as
far as they were concerned, I didn't allow any excuses.  When I
order a boy to have an erection, he has a choice; obey or be
punished.  As simple as that.

“So Sammy, let's watch the next bit, hmm?”

The video started again and we saw Dylan kneeling in front of the
sofa, his hands behind his back.   I was standing. It was funny
watching him undo my flies without using his hands.  The trick is
to flick up the metal part with the tongue, catch it between the
teeth and pull it down.

The belt buckle is easy.  Just grip with the teeth, pull through
clasp, repeat and so on. Getting the trousers down isn't
difficult either but can be a bit slow at the beginning. They
have to be pulled down bit by bit.  Then the pants.  This is
easier but the boy has to be fast.  I always time them. They have
one minute.

“So Sammy” I paused the video.  “Time to see if you can do what
Dylan did, mm?”  I released his tiny penis and gently lifted him
off the sofa.  “Okay, just in front of me.  Like that.  Good
boy.”  I stood up.  “See if you can do the same.”  I looked at my
watch.  “Starting... now!”

Sammy looked at me, fear in his eyes. His eyes darted about the
room, then settled on my belt. “No Sammy. Start with the zip like
Dylan did!  It makes it easier.  Then the belt.”

It was true.  If the boy undid the belt first, the trousers
became a bit looser and made undoing the zip quite tricky. Of
course, a lot depended on how tight the buckle was.  Generally I
made it a bit loose to help them along, but not always.  I
enjoyed watching them panic as the seconds ticked away!

For a second I thought he was just going to start crying again. I
hated that.  It slowed everything down.

For a second or so I have to admit that the sight of him standing
there really tugged my heart strings.  So forlorn.  I stroked his
hair and kissed his forehead.  His curly blond hair still had the
faint aroma of whatever shampoo his mother had used on him.
“Come on Sammy.  Dylan managed it and he was only eight, like
you.  I bet if he can do it, so can you.  Even better, yes?”
Almost every boy has a competitive streak in them.  Sammy looked
down for a second, then sniffed and started trying to get the
small metal bit between his teeth.  For a second the room seemed
to spin and I closed my eyes.  The feeling of the little boy’s
face pressing against my crotch was….!   Oh shit!   How long had
it been since the last one?  Four months?  Five months?   I
really had to do this more often!  Maybe I’d keep Sammy a bit
longer.  Usually I let them go after about two weeks.  Not always
easy!  The procedure for releasing a boy had to be planned just
as meticulously as for catching one!  In fact, it was more or
less the same, just in reverse.

“Oh good boy!”  Sammy had managed to pull it down halfway. 
“Right to the end Sammy.  It’s a lot easier if you open the zip
completely.”

He jerked his head down and the sound of the zip opening made me
laugh.  I could feel his breath on my pants and took a deep
breath.  “Excellent Sammy.  Now the belt buckle.  Just pull the
end through the metal but with your teeth, then harder to undo
it.”  I ran my fingers through his hair. 

“Like that.  That’s right.”

Maybe the challenge of doing what he’d seen another boy do
helped.  I was pleasantly surprised, having expected another
flood of tears at some point.  No doubt those would come later!

“Excellent Sammy.  You’ve got the belt open but the tricky bit
now is to actually undo that button at the top.  Just bite the
edge and pull it to the side.  Yes, like that.  See, it wasn’t
that difficult, was it?  You’re nearly as good as Dylan.”
My trousers were open and I waited to see if he’d continue
without prompting.  He’d already seen this part of the video
twice, so there was no excuse.  “That’s right.  Drag them down
bit by bit.  I know, it takes a bit of time. “I looked at my
watch and chuckled.  He’d passed the one minute mark but I didn’t
want to remind him just now.  He’d be finding out soon enough!
“Good.  Now push the trousers right down to my feet.  Like that,
yes.  Now keep them down there with your knee while I step out of
them, okay?”

The air around my legs felt good.  I kicked the trousers to one
side. 

“Okay Sammy, now my pants!  Pull them down nice and gently!”
His eyes fell on the front of my underpants and I grinned,
watching the expression on his face.  I’ve always disliked boxer
pants, preferring the traditional tighter style. Of course, they
leave very little to the imagination as Sammy was now
discovering.  My cock was pushing my pants out like a tent pole. 
As far as length goes I guess I’m only slightly above average,
about six and a half inches, but rather larger than average in
width.  I imagine it must look pretty terrifying compared to a
little boy’s chipolata!

I stroked his hair again.  Had to keep the little thing calm! 
“Hey, you know what Dylan used to do?”  Sammy looked up.  “He
used to rub his face against my pants for a few seconds.  That
always puts me in a good mood.  It’s very easy.  Look, like
this.”  I pulled his head very gently towards my pants so his
mouth touched the outline of my cock.   My knees felt weak. Oh
shit, that felt so good!  “Just brush your mouth and nose against
it.  You see?  So easy.  Oh you are such a good boy!”
His head felt like stone.  Numb with fear, his eyes glued on the
thing straining to be free of my pants.  “Okay, now pull them
down with your teeth. This bit’s easy.  First one side, then the
other.  Nice and gentle!”

His face looked pale.  He managed to pull one side down a few
inches.  Then the other.  “Hey, a little bit faster than that!” 
I kept my voice light and friendly.  “Let’s get these off shall
we?”

I stepped out of the pants and shook my head, laughing quietly at
his expression.  His eyes moved from side to side as if trying to
avoid it.  My cock bounced tantalisingly in front of him.
“Okay darling, now we're going to watch the rest of the video and
you can have a little rest. I tell you what.  You can sit on my
lap while we watch it, okay?”


I sat down and lifted him onto my lap, taking care that his
handcuffs were not hurting him. Shit, he smelt so good!  He
glanced at me, tears in his eyes and I kissed him and tickled his
tummy playfully.  “Hey, I don’t want any tears, okay!  You’re
doing very well so let’s keep it like that, hmm?”  I shifted a
bit so my cock rested comfortably between his thighs just below
his own tiny manhood.  I slipped my left arm around him more and
teased his penis, rubbing it against my own.  “You’ve got a
beautiful willy, you know!”

The video started again and we watched as little Dylan started
kissing my balls, licking the tip of my cock, nibbling my inner
thighs and generally getting me as frustrated as hell.  Shit,
he’d been great!  He did this for about a minute, then suddenly
slid his lips over the tip of my cock and..

I paused it.  “Okay, let’s just see if you can get as far as
Dylan did.”  I stood him in front of me.  “Just kneel down. 
That’s right.  Between my legs and…”

He swallowed nervously and I saw him shiver.  “Just a few little
kisses.  Just like Dylan did.  I’m sure you’re better than him.”
I felt his lips touch my balls and groaned quietly.  “All over,
like you saw in the film.  That’s right.  Not so difficult is it!
 Inside my thighs, between my legs.  Try to tickle me with your
mouth.  Use your tongue as well.  That’s great.”   The truth was
that it wasn’t nearly as good as Dylan but I had to keep him
calm.  He’d have plenty of time to practise!  “Good boy.  Now do
what Dylan did.  Tease my willy with your tongue and then put the
end right in your mouth.”

So far, so good.  Usually around this point, some boys got
incredibly scared and needed a good dose of ‘encouragement’. 
Naturally this usually consisted of a long hard beating.  I hated
having to punish them so severely at this stage.  Such a waste of
time!

I held my breath.  Sammy appeared to hesitate for a second, a
look of disgust on his face, but then opened his mouth and slid
his lips over my engorged glans.

Shit!  I almost came there and then, but stopped myself. He had
to learn to do it properly.

“That's good Sammy.  Very good!”  I pulled my cock out of the
scared boy's mouth and patted his head like a little dog.  “Let's
watch the last bit of the video now, then we're almost done.”
I sat him on my lap as before and moaned with frustration as my
rock hard cock slid between his soft thighs.  Not to worry.  Just
a few minutes more.

On the screen, we watched Dylan as he continued teasing me, his
mouth releasing my cock from time to time to lick and nibble my
balls, then pressing his face hard against my crotch to lich
deeper behind. Occasionally I paused the video to explain what he
was doing and why.  Sammy's face was expressionless and I
repeated myself a few times to make sure he heard.  During
filming, I'd done a good close up of the last thirty seconds so
nothing was left to the imagination.

Dylan's face filled nearly the whole screen, his mouth clamped
tightly over my cock, cheeks bulging as his tongue teased me
mercilessly, then suddenly his eyes opening wider as I shot my
load, his mouth opening just for a second, but long enough for my
pulsating cock to splatter his face with cum before he got it
back in his mouth.  Then the slow and meticulous servicing of my
now fast-softening cock, removing every last drop and licking his
face to ensure that nothing remained.  There were a few drops
that had landed too far for his tongue to reach which he briefly
wiped off before sucking his finger while looking up
apologetically.

“I had to punish Dylan for that” I explained, nudging Sammy's
tiny balls.

“All my cream has to go in your mouth or close enough to use your
tongue.

It was over.  Dylan looked up again, his lips closed tightly, a
strange uncomfortable expression on his face as he waited for
permission to swallow.

“Okay, that was fun, wasn't it?”  I switched off the video and
gave Sammy a squeeze.  “I reckon you can do better than Dylan,
hmm?” I tried not to laugh.  Of course, Sammy wasn't to know that
Dylan had already been trained for over a week when I'd made the
film and would have faced a very painful session with some of my
more nasty paddles and canes if he hadn’t performed adequately.
I ran through some of the main points again and lifted Sammy off
my lap, giving his large bottom a few light taps.  “Try to make
sure it all goes all in your mouth and don't stop till I tell you
to.”

Sammy looked as if he were in a trance.  It was often like this.
Some boys panicked and even became hysterical.  Others went into
either a kind of shock, maybe subconsciously thinking it was all
a dream.  I wasn't really sure, but didn't care.  The hysterical
ones just got taken to the study sooner that was all.  It's quite
amazing how fast a hysterical boy calms down when asked if he
wants another six!

I helped him snap out of his dream by kneeling him down and
gently guiding his mouth back to my aching cock, which was
wobbling about in front of him, a large drop of precum glistening
on the tip.

“Oh yes, very nice!  Very nice indeed!”  I pushed his head
towards me.

“Try to take as much in your mouth as possible.  Keep pressing
your lips hard and your tongue moving all the time.  Good boy! 
Now, let it go for a few seconds and.... yes, like that.   A bit
harder!  Now back in your mouth.  Move your head back and forth.
Now faster.”

The frustration was intense but I knew he had to learn.  “Now
slip your tongue under my balls.  Further!  Tickle me hard just
there.  Yes, like that.  Tickle me with your nose while you're
doing it.  Oh yes, lovely!  Quickly, back in your mouth!”

I really couldn't hold back any longer!  “Okay Sammy, the cream
is going to start coming out now.  It's your first time, so I'm
telling you, but normally you just have to guess and be ready!
Get ready.  It's....”

The damn burst and I felt my prostate throbbing with pleasure as
the hot sticky fluid started to shoot out.   For a few seconds
the world seemed to dissolve into pure ecstasy.

As I had anticipated, Sammy looked up in horror as my cum shot to
the back of his mouth.  It was always like this.  The volume of
semen produced is really quite little but always seems to be much
more and besides, it does have a habit of getting everywhere! 
The terrified boy gagged and released my cock, which splattered
his face with white shiny drops.

“Back in..now!!”  My voice was icy cold, but with a hint of
desperation.  I pulled his head forward and thrust my cock back
in his mouth.  A high pitched whine filled the air.  He was
trying to shake my hands off, but I held his head firmly for
another five seconds till I was spent.

“Lick it off your face Sammy” I ordered quietly.   “All of it!” 
He was shaking with fear and looked up at me absolutely
terrified. A small trickle of cum escaped from the corner of his
mouth.  “Just lick it all back in!”  I spoke more quietly now,
anxious to avoid any hysterical reaction.  So far he hadn’t done
too badly at all – for the first time.

His tongue obeyed as if it had a mind of its own.   “Don’t forget
to keep everything in your mouth till I give you permission to
swallow, okay?”  I grinned.  Normally I allowed them to swallow
as soon as they’d got every drop up, but there were times when my
sense of humour got the better of me and I made them wait.  Who
had it been?  Oh yes, his name was Ben.  I remember making him
wait till after his punishment.  That had been funny!
“Good boy.”  Sammy looked as if he was going to burst into tears
at any second, but continued licking.  Another drop appeared on
the tip of my cock.  “Quickly Sammy!  Make sure all the cream is
out.  That’s why you have to wait a while, remember?   Pop it
back it your mouth and suck for a few seconds.  That usually does
the trick.”

The scared lad did as I said and I ran my finger over his cheeks
where his tongue couldn’t possibly reach.  “Lick my finger as
well.  Good boy.  It’s only for today while you have your hands
tied.  You’ll be able to do this bit yourself later.”

I gave him a bit longer to lick around his mouth and check my
cock again.

“Okay, good boy! Excellent for the first time.  I don’t think
even Dylan was this good when he first started?”  I watched his
face and laughed.

“Open your mouth and show me!”

I knew very well that he had swallowed a few times right at the
start.  They always do this.  Just can’t help themselves.  His
tongue was covered with a thin film of cum but that was all.
“Oh Sammy, I did explain about not swallowing any till I give
permission, didn’t I?  Anyway, not to worry.  Since it’s only
your first time, I’ll let you off the lines, okay?  Right, so you
can swallow the rest now.  Quickly!”  I pretended not to notice
the look of disgust on his face.  He’d learn!

I stroked his hair.  “Now you’re supposed to look at me sweetly
and say ‘Thank you Sir’.  Can you do that?”

He raised his head and sniffed, tears in his eyes.  “Thank you
Sir.”  It was almost a whisper.

“That’s right.”  I leant forward and kissed his forehead.  “Now
then Sammy, there’s just a few things we have to discuss, okay. 
Firstly, there’s that!”    I pointed to a few glistening drops on
the shiny white floor just in front of him.  “Lick them up
quickly!”

I waited for him to finish and shook my head slowly.  “Since it’s
the first time, I can’t be too angry with you Sammy, but you must
never, ever let any cream fall on the floor.  That’s probably the
most important rule of all!”  He pouted and looked down, a tear
running down his cheek.  “Little boys have two holes they can use
for pleasuring their masters.  Their master’s cream has to go
only into the holes, nowhere else.  That’s very important!”
Not wanting to dwell on the subject, I kissed him again and
lifted him onto my lap. Bloody hell!  I’d only just shot my load,
yet the feel of his soft bum was already making me hard again!
For a minute or so I stroked him, occasionally giving him a
little tickle and teasing his small penis.  He smelt so very,
very good!  I nibbled his ear and brushed his blond curls from
his eyes again.

“Good boy.  You see, it wasn’t so bad.”  I lifted off my lap. 
“Now then, I want you to run back to the bathroom and have a pee,
okay?  Two minutes.  Go on!”

He obeyed immediately.  Maybe he was already anxious to go but
too scared to ask.  Didn’t matter.  The main thing was to get his
bladder empty, ready for what was coming next. I quickly pulled
my pants and trousers up.

“Wow that was quick!”  I smiled at him and wiped the end of his
penis with my handkerchief.  “Did you manage to flush the toilet
properly?”

He looked at me for a second, mouth open, then nodded.  “Yes
Sir.”

“Good.  Now, I want you to do something else.  Go to the study
and look at the things hanging on hooks behind the desk.   Right
at the left, on the top row, you’ll see a small paddle.”  I saw
the look of confusion and explained.  “Remember that video with
Dylan?  It’s like that, but smaller.  Just a pingpong bat with
red on one side.  Grab it with your teeth and bring it!  Quickly
now!”

He ran from the room and I chuckled.  The poor kid probably
hadn’t realised why I wanted it.  He soon would!
I heard the patter of bare feet.  Sammy had the bat in his mouth.
 His eyes looked at me nervously.  No doubt he’d guessed.

“Thank you Sammy.”  I took the bat from him and turned it over in
my hand. One side still had the original red rubber, the other
side was bare wood, sanded to a smooth finish.  Nowhere near as
heavy as a real paddle still used in some American schools,
nevertheless it was perfect for getting boys used to the
experience.  The rubber side was no more painful than the light
slipper I’d used earlier, but the wooden side had much more of a
sting to it.

“Right young man, let’s get you in position hmm?  Like this and…”
I pulled the boy across my lap and raised my right leg higher,
arranging his position so his bottom was at just the right angle.
 Shit, that looked good!  To his credit, he didn’t scream out,
but couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hands lower to try and
protect the target.  I just laughed and pushed his hands higher
up his back.

“Please don’t say a word!”  I spoke quietly but firmly.  “If you
speak without permission, you’ll only earn extra, you know that!”
He started crying, warm tears dropping onto my trousers. Shit!  I
should have spanked him with then down.  More fun anyway!
“For goodness sake Sammy, I haven’t even started!”  I tapped his
bottom with the paddle.

“Quiet!”

His crying continued but at least he made an effort to quieten it
down a bit.

“Good.  Well Sammy, I will explain why you’re being punished. 
You were punished earlier for talking and for not saying ‘Sir’
and you’ll have to do the lines tomorrow.”  I paused and bounced
the paddle lightly on his left buttock.  It wobbled like jelly. 
“The paddling you’re about to get now is for, one, taking more
than one minute to lower my trousers and pants.  Two,..”  I
bounced the paddle on his right buttock.  “Swallowing my cream
before I’d given permission, and three..” I let the paddle fall
on his thigh. “Not making all my cream go in your mouth and not
being able to lick it up.”  I ran the paddle slowly down between
his buttocks and exposed his tight little bumhole.  “Allowing
some to fall on the floor is far more serious and we’ll discuss
that tomorrow.  Meanwhile….”

I suddenly realised the time.  Nine o’clock already!   Giving his
cuddly bottom a quick rub, I started smacking each buttock in
turn with the small paddle.  As I thought he would, the screams
started almost immediately.  Stupid kid!  I was using the rubber
side.  After the first six I alternated sides, enjoying the sound
of the sharp crack of the wooden side as it slowly turned his
large bottom a bright red.  The third and last set of six were
given using the wooden side only.  He yelped and wriggled but I
held him firmly.  He had to learn!

“Six extra for making such a fuss!”  I was angry. The paddle
slapped down hard another six times on the back of his thighs and
he screamed and wriggled frantically, trying to avoid the paddle
landing in the same place twice.

“Okay, it’s over!”  I lifted him off my lap and ran my hand over
his bottom, feeling the hot skin glowing beneath my palm.  “Okay,
okay, stop crying.  It wasn’t that bad!”

He stood before me totally distraught, face red from crying,
tears still flowing.  I kissed his nose and licked the salty
tears.  “Right young man, take this back, put it on the hook and
stand in the corner. Tip toes, nose against the wall, legs apart.
 If you’re still crying in five minutes you get another dose.  Go
on!”  I shoved the handle of the paddle between his teeth and
pushed him away.

Oh bugger!  I still had some emails to write but I needed a drink
first.  I left the dirty plates from my dinner in the kitchen for
Sammy to wash and poured myself a drink from the well-stocked
cabinet in the living room.  Much better!
When I arrived back at the study I was relieved to find that the
tears had finally stopped.  Just silence punctuated with the
occasional sniff. He raised his hands further up his back as I
entered, displaying his red bum to me.  I patted his buttocks
gently and kissed his neck.  “See, wasn’t so bad.”  I ran my
mouth over his shoulder and gave his bottom a light squeeze. 
“Besides, you really have to get used to having a sore bottom,
you know.  All my little boys do.  It hurts at the beginning but
then it just fades into a nice warm glow.  You’ll soon get used
to it.”

I kissed him again and slid my finger deeper in his crack.  “It’s
getting late now and I have to go and do a bit of work.  While
I’m gone, you can get yourself some juice from the fridge if you
like and watch another video.  I’ve left it ready for you.  This
one’s with Ben, a boy I met last year.  Lovely little thing he
was.  It’ll teach you all about the things that boys can do to
make their master happy.  You’ll love it.”

The poor kid was still shaking slightly, his nose pressed hard
against the wall, desperate to please me.  I pushed my finger a
little harder against his tight anus.  “He’ll show you all about
how to use this hole as well.  Ben was very good at that!”
The video certainly wasn’t the only one where I got the boy to
explain what was going on, but it was one of my favourites. 
Probably because he’d been a bit more talkative than the others
and tended to make me laugh.  There was some overlap with the
video I’d made with Dylan but it was a lot longer.  It would be
good for Sammy to watch it.  The first half had Ben demonstrating
all the various positions he could use while pleasuring me with
his mouth.  My favourite – as Sammy would soon learn - was having
him lie on my belly, giving me the chance to explore his nether
regions while he got to work.

The next part, if I remember rightly, had Ben talking about
hygiene and showing exactly what I expected of him.  That would
definitely be useful for Sammy!  I still hadn’t shown him the
procedure for washing himself properly.  The three semi rigid
foam covered dildos had to be used correctly. First with a liquid
soap, second with water, the last one with lubricating cream.

Then of course, the final part of the video.  I imagined Sammy’s
face when he watched that bit! Ben had done an excellent of
explaining how to use his 'other hole' and had left nothing to
the imagination, showing in detail the preparation I insisted
upon and even demonstrating  ways to flirt and tease me.  That
part of the video had been great fun to make.  Then the positions
we used, either with him on all fours, on his back, straddling me
as I lay on the bed and even one rather funny scene where I'd
made him bend over his desk and write his lines while being
fucked.  Of course the rules regarding my precious cream remained
the same.  A short explanation by Ben was followed by close-ups
as we checked his inner thighs and buttocks together for any
drops that may have escaped.

A few words by Ben was followed by close-ups as he checked
himself carefully for any drops that may have escaped, then a
further explanation of the painful consequences of allowing any
cream to escape over the next few hours and the implements I
would use to punish his hole.  As a general rule I favoured the
martinet since the thin cords reached easily deep down between
the buttocks, but for repeated transgressions I preferred a thin
strap and sometimes even a cane.

I yawned and rubbed my finger slowly back and forth, nudging it
deeper till it was at least an inch inside him.  His body tensed
and I felt his sphincter contracting and relaxing.

“Okay then.  I’ll be back in an hour or so.  When you hear the
buzzer, go straight to the bathroom, use the toilet and wait for
me, okay?”

I left without checking that he’d understood and went back to the
main house. The security round the place was tight and I had no
worries whatsoever about being disturbed.  Nevertheless I do
insist on keeping a number of lights and even radios on timers so
that anyone passing in the road will assume there’s someone in
the house.  Main gate locked, security alarms working, dogs fed.
I wrote a few more emails, scanned some of the financial news and
sent a couple of texts.  My diary showed that I had nothing
planned for the next few days apart from a lunchtime drink with
Bob, an acquaintance from the Rotary club.  Excellent!  Plenty of
time to get Sammy into a routine and maybe go for a bit of golf
practice in the afternoon.

It was about ten pm when I went back down.  I heard the faint
sound of the buzzer sounding and chuckled.

Sammy was exactly where I’d told him to be, in the bathroom.  His
face was blotchy from tears.  Poor kid must have been crying for
ages!

“Good boy.”  I kept my voice light and friendly.  I patted his
head like a dog and he flinched.  “Did you watch the video like I
told you?”

He looked down at the floor, face expressionless.  “Yes Sir.” 
His tiny voice tugged at my heartstrings.  “Good.  You can watch
it again tomorrow morning.  You’ll have to pay attention because
they’ll be a test afterwards!”

I checked the handcuffs.  His wrists were redder than before.  I
shook my head.  “Okay Sammy, I’m going take these off now, okay?
 I don’t want them to make your wrists sore. Later on, I’ll use
something else that’s more comfortable.”

The handcuffs off, I checked his wrists again and ran the shower.
 I’d installed a top of the range electric model and it took only
seconds to reach the desired temperature.

I washed him gently and slowly, shampooing his hair twice and
rinsing it well, using the shampoo to clean his ears and neck. 
The boy stood under the water without a murmur, terrified to
move, and flinching slightly when I reached his small testicles.
His foreskin clung stubbornly to the tip of his penis but my
soapy fingers soon had it sliding back.  I pulled it back as far
as I could and he squealed, one of his hands briefly leaving his
side where I’d ordered them.

“Sorry.  It feels horrible when I do that.”  I slid his foreskin
slowly back towards the end.  “The truth is Sammy, it’s much
healthier to get it moving like this.  Anyway, we’ll be
discussing this more tomorrow.  No hurry.”

His soft bottom was a delight to wash and I felt my cock harden
even more. The red marks from the paddle had completely gone.  I
slid my soapy finger inside his bumhole and laughed at his high
pitched squeal.  “Yeah, I know, I know.  Anyway, you’ll be doing
this yourself soon, won’t you, just like you saw Ben doing in the
video!”  I grinned.  Sammy was going to be so busy tomorrow!
Sammy yawned and made me yawn as well.  “Okay sleepy head, time
for bed I think.” I lifted him out of the bath and dried him
gently with a huge fluffy towel.  I’d put a small toothbrush for
him in the bathroom cabinet and made him brush his teeth.  His
hand shook slightly as he brushed and I sighed.  So scared! 
Couldn’t help that I suppose.

To his credit, he didn’t say a word when I ordered his hands
behind his back, though I noticed a tear rolling down his cheek.
I showed him what I had brought. Basically just a long length of
wide ribbon.   “Don’t worry Sammy, these are much nicer than the
handcuffs.  Actually, they’re completely different.  Look!  All
I’m going to do is wrap this round your wrists – not tight - and
tie a bow.  If you really wanted to, you could undo it yourself.”
I lowered my voice.  “But of course, you wouldn’t do that,
would you!”

I lifted his chin and kissed him lightly on the lips.  He
swallowed nervously and avoided my eyes.

“Okay Sammy, go and get into bed while I have a quick shower.” I
winked and stroked his cheek.  “I won’t be long.”

I turned the water up a notch hotter.  Of course one of Sammy’s
duties should be to wash me like this, but I thought I’d skip it
on his first night.  No doubt he’d learn tomorrow.  I soaped my
throbbing cock and groaned with frustration.  The trick with the
boys was to keep them busy all the time, very busy!  That way,
they had less time to reflect on their circumstances.  I’d taken
it fairly easy up to now.  After all it was only the kid’s first
day.  But tomorrow I’d increase the pace.

The bedroom had a dimmer switch and I reduced the lighting. 
Sammy was lying under the covers, his back to me, obviously not
asleep but too scared to move.

“Let’s just feel your hands are okay, hmm?”  I ran my fingers
down his thin arms and felt the ribbon encircling his wrists. 
No, not too tight.  “Seems okay to me.”  I kissed his nose and
gave his hands a squeeze.  “Just don’t wriggle your hands about
too much, okay?”

“Everything okay here?”  I ran my hand lightly over his pert
buttocks and kissed him again.  Shit, it felt so good!  “Nice
clean bottom, hey?  So soft and bouncy.  Just how a little boy’s
bottom should be!”

I let my left hand run down his tummy and wobbled his puppy fat
provocatively.  His cute little penis was half hidden between his
legs and I eased it further forward, cupping his small balls as I
did so.  “Mustn’t hide these now, must we?  They’re far too nice
to hide.”

For the next minute or so, I rocked him gently back and forth,
kissing his lips, my right hand stroking his soft buttocks while
my left hand teased his little penis.   Almost imperceptibly, I
felt him relax slightly.  A few seconds later and my fingers felt
his penis harden slightly.  Strange how boys varied so much.  
Some were easy to get erect, others almost impossible.  I guessed
that Sammy was about average.  A small dose of Viagra or Cialis
would work wonders.  We’d have to start that tomorrow.

“There, feels nice doesn’t it?”  I gave him a little squeeze and
ran my fingertips over his little balls.  “I do like my boys to
have a stiffie, you know.  It always puts me in a good mood.” 
Very slowly, I slid my finger between his buttocks. As expected I
felt his penis react and lengthen slightly in my hand.  “Hmm, you
are a big boy aren’t you!  Only eight and your willy is so long!”
 I resisted the temptation to slide his foreskin back as I’d done
in the shower.  I didn’t want to stress him anymore.  Besides,
he’d be busy enough tomorrow!

A wave of sleepiness washed over me.  I toyed for a second with
the idea of going straight to sleep but my throbbing cock
suddenly reminded me of a rather pressing need.
“Okay little one.  Time to perform your last duty of the day,
then we can get some sleep, okay?”  I kissed him again and pulled
him gently on top of me, turning him around so his head was down
where it should be.  I felt his body tense with fear as I
positioned him but thankfully he didn’t resist.

This was one of my favourite positions.  With my head propped up
on the pillows, I had my face buried between his thighs, my lips
touching his cute bottom and little balls.  I nudged him into a
better position and pulled his legs apart a bit more, running my
nose along his soft inner thighs.  Oh shit, this was so fucking
good!

“Come on Sammy, I think you know what to do, hmm?”  I caressed
his buttocks and inhaled his beautiful boy odour.  “I’m very
relaxed now and want to sleep so you can swallow the cream as
soon as it comes out.  You don’t have to wait for permission to
swallow, okay? At least not tonight.”

I chuckled, then groaned as I felt his lips brush the tip of my
cock.  “Come on then!  Oh, just remember not to let any escape,
that’s all.  Or else!”

His hot little mouth engulfed my pulsating cock and I moaned with
pleasure.  I licked his balls with the tip of my tongue and
squeezed his buttocks.  Fuck, this was amazing!
Some of the close-ups of Ben in the video must have made an
impression.  I felt Sammy’s tongue teasing me everywhere. Hmm, so
good!   His cute little anus peeped out at me and I ran my finger
over it.  “Oh Sammy, you are so very good!  So very…!”
My cock jerked hard inside his mouth and I came, my hips rising
off the bed as the orgasm wracked my body.   “Oh fuck!  Sammy,
you lovely little boy!”  I felt the boy’s lips tighten and
grinned.  He was obviously determined not to let any escape!
“Good boy!  You’re learning.”  I floated back to earth and closed
my eyes, my tongue teasing his bumhole.  “Just stay like this for
a while.  You have to be sure that you’ve got everything!”
Did I fall asleep?  Must have.  I dimly remember waking for a few
seconds and rolling him off me.  Around three am I had to get up
for a pee, then put the light lower.  Sammy was where I’d left
him, his head towards the bottom of the bed, lying on his side,
fast asleep with his back to me.  It was warm in the room, but I
covered him with the sheet anyway.

I’d deliberately hadn’t set the alarm and didn’t wake again till
almost nine thirty.  I felt the boy’s knee touching my side. 
Sammy had turned over and his foot was tickling my shoulder. I
laughed and went to the bathroom.  Poor kid must have been
exhausted!

Sammy looked up at me nervously, clearly unsure of what I
expected of him.  His hands were still tied with the ribbon but
it looked as though it would come lose any second.

“Okay young man, time to get up I think, hmm?”  I noticed his
little penis sticking up and smiled.  He needed a pee quite
badly.  “Come on then.”   I rolled him over and helped him out of
bed.  He swallowed and looked at the bathroom, then at me. My
hand brushed his little hard-on and he jumped.  It was always
like this with young boys.  A full bladder gave them an erection
but they were often totally unaware of it.

“Hmm, feels nice.”  I grinned and kissed his lips, my fingers
teasing his little manhood. “But I think you need the loo, don’t
you?”

Sammy nodded, his eyes briefly meeting mine.  “Yes Sir.”
I thought for a second and came to a decision.  “Okay Sammy, I’m
going to untie your hands now, and leave them untied, okay?  I
hadn’t planned to do this till tomorrow, but I think I can trust
you to do as you’re told.”  I removed the ribbon from around his
wrists and moved his hands to his sides.  “But I’ll be keeping a
very close eye on you.  Unless told otherwise, you always keep
your hands at your sides when you’re standing, and your legs
slightly apart.  The slightest hesitation in obeying an order and
the handcuffs go back on.  Okay?”

He nodded again, his small hands pressed hard against his legs as
if desperate to prove he was doing as I’d told.  “Yes Sir.”
“Good boy.  So go to the loo, take a quick shower and clean your
teeth.  Make sure the bathroom is clean and tidy, then make the
bed.  When you’ve done that you can have breakfast.  Take
whatever you want from the fridge, okay.  Then you can go to the
kitchen and wash my plates and things from last night.   I’ll be
back in about half an hour or so.”

Upstairs, the dogs were barking again.  Bloody rabbits probably.
I’m not really a breakfast person so I just made myself a cup of
tea and checked the post.  I opened a few windows to get some
fresh air into the house and got myself some clean clothes.   It
was going to be a nice day.  Perfect for a bit of golf practice
later.  I quickly booted up the computer and read through some of
the old timetables I’d made for my previous boys.  It only took a
few minutes to edit one of them for Sammy and print it.  Had to
keep him busy!

When I went back down, I could hear him in the small kitchen.  He
looked round as I entered, fear in his eyes, his tiny hands
clutching a plate and rinsing it under the tap.

“Good boy.  Nearly finished?  Just put the plate to dry.  Yes,
like that.  Okay?”

I scanned the kitchen for a few seconds and sighed.  A few crumbs
left on the side and the surfaces not wiped.  Well, he’d learn!
“Come on!”  I walked back to the bedroom, Sammy trotting
obediently behind me.  “This is the first inspection, Sammy, so I
want you to pay close attention. I don’t expect to have to say
the same thing twice.  Are you listening?”

“Yes Sir.”  He had his hands by his sides, but his fingers were
constantly moving.  Poor kid was scared!

I started the tour in the bathroom.  “Taps are not shiny enough,
shower not wiped, bath not wiped, toilet not clean enough, towels
not folded neatly.”  I continued in the bedroom, showing him how
I expected the bed to be made, and the fridge left.

“Well, young man.  What have you got to say for yourself, hmm?”
His eyes were full of tears, his lip quivering.  “S…sorry Sir?”
I felt a twinge of pity for the lad.  “Okay Sammy, the good news
is that I’m not going to punish you, okay.  It’s the first time
and you have to learn what I expect of you.”  I wiped a tear away
that was rolling down his cheek.  “Don’t cry please Sammy.  It
just makes me angry.”  He sniffed and blinked a few times. 
“You’ll have time today to go round and do it better.  Come on,
I’ll show you what else you have to do.”

We walked round the rooms and I explained exactly how I liked
everything to be kept.  The cleaning stuff was in the kitchen and
I showed him the rags and dusters, demonstrating how to polish
and clean the furniture.  I have an intense hatred of dust and
can’t stand even a hint of it around me.  “So basically, Sammy,
you have to use your common sense and ask yourself it everything
is as perfect as it can be, okay?”  I ran a moist rag along the
top of the door and shook my head.  “See, it’s dirty.  That means
there’s dust there.  You can’t see it, but it’s there.”
I put the rags and sprays back in the cupboard.  “So you see,
Sammy, you’re going to be quite busy here.  I do a little tour
every day, and I expect to find everything absolutely perfect.” 
I stroked his hair and ran my hand down to his buttocks. 
“Because if I’m not happy, this bottom gets very sore indeed!”  I
laughed and gave his buttocks a light tap.  “Come on!”
He followed me to the study and I picked up the timetable I’d
brought down with me.  I nodded at the clock on the wall. “You
can tell the time, I assume?”

Sammy looked at the clock, then at the paper in my hand.  “Yes
Sir.

“Good.  Because this is your timetable for today.”  I ran my
finger down the list. “You have all the things here that I want
you to do in the rooms.  That should keep you busy for a few
hours. Then you come here to your desk and start your lines.”  I
shook my head.  “You’ve got quite a lot!  I’ve put the paper on
the desk ready for you, see?   Talking without permission
yesterday, not saying Sir, taking more than a minute to remove my
trousers, not getting all my cream in your mouth, and then
allowing some to fall on the floor.”  I tapped the list.  “That
makes five hundred lines in all.  All in your best handwriting!”
The poor kid looked at me blankly.  Probably hadn’t really
understood how much work that was going to be.  Well he would!
At four o’clock, you go to the living room and watch that video
again.  The one with Ben. You can watch it a few times if you
want. When you’ve finished, put in the video I left on top.  It’s
got ‘Ben2’ written on it.”   I pointed to a sheet of paper on my
desk.  “Then you do this worksheet.  It’s not difficult and I
won’t be angry if you don’t understand everything.  Just do your
best.”

I remembered something else.  “Oh yes, I left some shorts and a
teeshirt on the bed.  If you like, you can put them on when
you’re sitting here.  I don’t want you catching cold.”
There were a few more things on the timetable but I didn’t go
further.  It was written in very simple language so he had no
excuse for not understanding what he had to do.

I looked at the time and sighed.  “Okay Sammy, I have to leave
now, but we have a bit of unfinished business to attend to
first.”  I pointed to the rows of implements behind my desk.
 
“Bring me the small cane on the second row please!”

The boy hesitated for a second then walked to where I’d pointed
as if a daze.  “The thinnest cane.  That one in the middle.  Yes,
that one.”

He must have realised what I meant to do.  I saw his hands
shaking and took the cane from him quickly.  A tear ran down his
cheek and he looked at the cane in my hand, then at me, as if
willing it to disappear.

“The reason I’m going to cane you is very simple.  Last night,
you allowed some of my cream to fall on the floor, remember? 
That’s a serious offence.”

The tears were flowing faster and he shook his head.  “Please
don’t…please…”

He suddenly realised what he’d done and shut up immediately,
glancing at me in terror.  I laughed.  “Speaking without
permission, hey?  Well, we’ll discuss that later on.  Now then.”
I pointed to the floor in front of my desk.  “Bend right over,
Sammy!  Grip your ankles hard!”

For a few seconds I thought I’d have to drag him kicking and
screaming to the restraining bench, but he walked to the spot and
bent over, his sobs growing louder.

“This is ridiculous!”  I swished the cane through the air.  “I
haven’t even started!  Sammy, boys used to be caned every day
when I was at school.  What’s more, this is a very thin cane used
for boys even younger than you.  Don’t be such a baby!”

Well, it was true.  The cane was the very lightest I had, made a
great loud swishing noise and stung like hell, but it was nothing
like a proper traditional cane.  Not to worry.  Sammy had plenty
of time to get to know my other canes.

I tapped his quivering bottom with the cane.  “Good boy.  Feet
apart a bit more.  Straighten your legs more.  Oh yes, that’s
nice!”

My cock was pressing hard against my pants and I groaned with
frustration.  Save it for later!

“Right Sammy, I want you to stay in position, okay?  You do not
move your feet even an inch and make sure you grip your ankles
hard!   Otherwise I just double the number of strokes, okay? 
Right then…”

I rested the cane so the tip touched the middle of the buttock
furthest from me.   Many people haven’t a clue about how to cane
properly.  The secret is to lay the cane flat across about three
quarters of the buttocks, so that the natural extension of the
wrist results in the cane whipping both of them but avoids the
tip traveling too far round and hitting the side of the leg.
The first stroke whistled through the air and landed with a sharp
crack right in the centre of his bottom.  I congratulated myself.
 A perfect horizontal red line appeared and a loud scream
reverberated round the room.  The total amount of pain probably
wasn’t going to be much more than the paddling he’d had last
night, but the cane imparts such a sting that it must feel
unbearable.

“Good boy.”  I watched his feet.  His legs were shaking and his
bottom wriggling, but he was keeping his position.  “Just raise
your bottom higher.  A bit more.  Come on, legs straighter!”
The second and third strokes landed close to the first.  I was
really good at this!  The fourth stroke landed a bit lower and
Sammy squealed, his hands shaking, knuckles white from gripping
his ankles so hard.

“The last two Sammy, and it’s all over.”  I flicked my wrists
back and placed the fifth and six strokes almost at the top of
his legs.  He screamed and wriggled his bottom from side to side
as if trying to cool it.  I laughed and examined the thin red
weals carefully.  There would probably be a bit of bruising, but
not a lot.  Anyway, he had to get used to it!

“Okay Sammy, you can stand up.  That wasn’t a very hard caning so
I don’t know why you’re crying so much.”

I wiped his eyes and gave him the cane to put back on its hook,
then made him clean up the puddle of tears on the floor.
“Right Sammy, that’s enough!  I don’t want to see any more tears
or…!”

He swallowed a few times and sniffed loudly, making me laugh. 
“The timetable is here on the desk.”  I showed him where I’d left
it.  “The instructions marked in red are the most important so
make sure you do them.  I don’t know exactly when I’ll be back
but when I do, I want you to be ready.  It says four o’clock but
I may come later, okay?   See you later!”

I kissed his nose and his lips, still wet from the tears and
left.

Of course the inevitable happened.  A nice quiet few hours on the
golf driving range were interrupted by Jack and his wife who
spotted me from the club bar.  Jane’s the sort of woman who
doesn’t take no for an answer, so I was invited, or maybe
‘escorted’ to a round of golf with them.  With Sammy at the back
of my mind, my concentration let me down and I got probably the
worst score for years.  Tradition dictated that I invite them for
drinks in the bar. With a spot of shopping to do, it was about
six o’clock when I pulled into the driveway.

Having had my mind on Sammy meant of course that I’d spent at
least half the day nursing a very painful erection and trying to
hide it!  I wondered how he’d managed with the tasks I’d set him.
 I didn’t think for one second that he could have finished
everything.  The whole idea was to keep him busy.  The main thing
was that he should have at least completed the most important
tasks.  The worksheet to be done after watching the videos was
one of these.  I’m sure that the first time he would have watched
them in a daze.  Far too much for his little brain to take in. 
The worksheet had hopefully made him understand a bit more what
was required.

The buzzer sounded and I entered the corridor slowly, giving the
poor thing a little time to prepare himself.  The instructions on
the timetable had been quite clear on this point!  The second
video had Ben in it as well but was far more detailed and very
graphic!  It would be interesting to see how Sammy had done.
I walked in the living room and stopped in my tracks at the sight
before me.  The boy was standing next to the drinks cabinet,
waiting for me with a small glass of whisky in his hands. I
blinked and then grinned.  He looked amazing!  The small white
teeshirt and light blue shorts fitted him perfectly, hugging his
puppy fat like a second skin, the teeshirt ending an inch above
the shorts and leaving some of his tummy exposed.  The shorts
were incredible!  I’d become quite adept at altering clothes over
the years and these were a masterpiece. The thin stretchy
material outlined every crevice, disappearing deep into his crack
and outlining his little bulge in a most provocative way.  Had he
followed all the instructions on the video?  Yes.  Sammy’s lips
looked redder than before, his eyelashes darker and a hint of red
on his cheeks meant that he’d watched the video carefully and
followed Ben’s tips on makeup.

“Thank you Sammy.”  I took the glass and sat down on the sofa. 
The boy looked down for a second, his hands shaking slightly. 
Poor kid was so nervous!  A slight pause, then he walked over and
kissed me, before sitting on my knee.  I could hardly believe it.
 Whether it was fear or a genuine talent I don’t know, but for a
first attempt, he was doing very well.  Maybe a bit of both? 
After all, the second video had been very clear on the
consequences of a poor performance, part of the film that Ben had
found rather painful!

I kissed Sammy’s cheek and drained my glass. “Okay then, let’s
have a look at you then. Here put my glass in the kitchen.  I
better not have many of these just yet.”

He ran to the kitchen and returned within seconds.  I turned him
round and tickled his little bulge at the front.  “Hmm, what are
you hiding there, I wonder?”  I laughed and kissed him again. 
“Well Sammy, did you finish the worksheet I gave you?”

The scared boy blushed and nodded, too scared and embarrassed to
meet my eyes.  “Yes Sir.”

“Good boy.  So you used the three things in the bathroom to wash
your bottom properly did you?”  His face turned bright red.  “Yes
Sir.”

“Good.  I know it feels horrible at first, but you get used to it
after a while. Anyway, I’ll be checking.”   I ran my fingers over
his tummy and patted his thigh.  “Okay then, go to the bedroom,
fold these clothes up neatly and put them in the cupboard and
come straight back.  Quickly!”

I couldn’t really fault his speed.  He returned within a minute,
slightly out of breath.

“Oh that’s better.  I do prefer my little boys naked in the
evening.  Much healthier!”  I held him gently in front of me and
looked him up and down.

“Turn round!  Let’s have a look.”   His buttocks had six faint
lines running across them, but only two or three tiny bruises
where the tip of the cane had landed.  “Oh, practically nothing!
What a silly fuss you made!  Did you watch the bit in the video
where Ben got caned?  Right at the end?”

A small voice answered.  “Yes Sir.”  I laughed.  “He got six with
a proper cane then another six on his hole with a strap.  That
really hurt!”  I remembered it quite well.  “Ben hadn’t performed
as well as he should have, so he needed a little reminder!”
I turned him round again and rubbed my nose against his tummy. 
He smelt so good.  I lowered my voice and kissed his chest.  “Do
you remember the bit where Ben showed the camera how to use his
hole?”    Sammy looked at me and bit his lip.  “Yes Sir.”   My
hands caressed his soft buttocks.  “Good boy.  It’s called
‘fucking’.  Ben hated it at first, but he soon got used to it. I
always give my boys a choice.   They can either be fucked or they
can spend a few hours in the study sampling my collection of
straps and canes. Of course, they then have to be punished again
for wasting my time.”  I whistled softly.  “There’s not much skin
left on their bottoms by the time I’ve finished!”
I slid my finger in his crack and teased his hot little anus. 
“So Ben, tell me what you prefer.  Do you want me to fuck you, or
cane you?”

He looked as though he was dreaming.  It took a few seconds for
my words to register.  “T..to fuck me Sir.”  I laughed.  “Good
boy.  Well I’m sure you remember how Ben did it.  You had to
write it in the worksheet as well, so you should remember!   Come
on!”

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.  The plastic cup was
on the table where I’d left it.  “Here, drink this.  Just
something to make it easier for you.”  He drained the cup and
licked his lips.  I checked to see if he’d taken all of it. 
Good.  Just something I use the first few times, a cocktail of
valium, rohypnol and muscle relaxant.  I usually decrease the
amount bit by bit over three or four days till they don’t need it
at all.

The poor thing looked at me, a tear running down his cheek.  I
sighed and squeezed his hand gently.  “Don’t worry Sammy.  Just
do exactly what Ben did in the video.”  For a few seconds he
looked around him as if considering escape.  I held my breath,
waiting.  It’s true that occasionally a boy panics and tries to
open the main door leading upstairs.  I hate it when that
happens.  It pushes the training back by at least a day.
He seemed to be trying to remember something.  I saw him look at
my shoes, then he swallowed and bit his lip.  Good, he’d
remembered that bit!

I sat on the bed and stuck my leg out.  As he’d seen Ben do it on
the video, Sammy turned with his back to me and pulled my foot up
between his legs.  He bent over and wiggled his bottom about
while he removed the shoe and sock.  Good!  He’d remembered the
bit about flirting and teasing!

My shoes and socks removed, I stood up and waited.  Within
seconds, his small fingers were undoing my belt and easing down
my trousers.  He folded them up and placed them carefully on the
table.  Now what?   I saw his eyes fixed on my bulge and grinned.
  My cock was making no secret of its desire to start work!
The feel of the tip of his tongue on my cock was pure ecstasy! 
His fingers ran up the backs of my legs and over my bum.  Shit,
that felt good!  Ben was a great teacher!

Small fingers slid under the waistband and he lowered my pants to
the floor, then put them with the trousers.  He looked back at me
over his shoulder and wiggled his bottom about.  I couldn’t stop
myself from laughing.  He was great!

I removed my shirt and sat on the edge of the bed while he put it
with the rest.  My cock was throbbing like crazy and I sighed
with frustration.  So annoying!  The desire for making the
foreplay last as long as possible competing with a cock that was
begging to be used!

I winked at him and he ran into my arms and kissed my cheek, then
pressed himself hard against me.  I kissed his small lips and ran
my hands over his smooth young body.  “Is your hole ready for me
Sammy?”

He pouted and tried to imitate Ben on the film.  “You have to
spank me first!”

“Okay then.  Come on.”  I lifted him over my lap, flinching as
his tummy pressed down on my aching cock.  This was something I
always made them do.  There’s nothing that turns me on quite as
much as a little boy’s red bottom!

I spanked him slowly and lightly, occasionally caressing his
buttocks and changing position slightly.  “Is this okay?”   A
pause, then a little voice.  “Harder!”

“Okay, a bit harder.”  I increased the force of the slaps and
watched as his delicious bottom turned a deeper pink.
Had he remembered how Ben had done it?  Another pause then, “Much
harder!”

“Right young man.  You want more hmm?”  I slapped his bottom
harder and felt him jerking and writhing.  He squealed with pain
and I laughed.  The video had been very clear.  No tears allowed!
 Poor Sammy writhed about on my lap lifting his bottom up and
down as if to avoid the slaps.

“Okay, I think that’s enough.”  I lifted him up and stood him
between my legs.  There were tears in his eyes and he wriggled
his bottom about for a few seconds, but at least he wasn’t crying
– yet!

My cock was oozing precum and I looked at it, then winked at
Sammy.  “Don’t want to waste that cream, do we!  You know what
happens if any falls on the floor, don’t you!  What did Ben do?”

Without a second’s hesitation, he quickly knelt down and sucked
the tip of my cock for a few seconds.  I almost came there and
then!  Shit, he was good!  “Yes, okay.  Come on!”
I don’t think I could wait much longer.  There were all sorts of
games I liked playing, but my cock was desperate!   I stood up. 
“Okay Sammy, get your bottom ready.  Just the way Ben did!”
He was obviously confused and had to think for a few seconds. I
nodded at the table.  “The tube there!”

He’d seen this on the film.  I saw the tube shaking in his hands.
 It was just standard KY lubricant.  I took it from him and
kissed his lips.  “Now your other lips!”

This was the signal for him to jump up on the edge of the bed and
get into position.  Not my favourite position, but I’d found over
the years that it was the best way at the very start. Head, chest
and arms flat on the bed, hips held up as high as possible and
legs apart.

The drugs would be kicking in by now.  I ran my hand over his
bright red buttocks and teased his small testicles.  “Legs
further apart Sammy.  Come on.  You saw how Ben did it!”
His cute little bumhole peeped out at me and I leant forward and
kissed it gently. Would he remember the next bit?   His anus
starting contracting and relaxing, slowly at first, then faster.
I chuckled and kissed it again.  He’d remembered!
I heard him whimpering with fear and quickly squeezed the KY over
my cock and then all over his anus.   He must have known what was
coming from the film, but still squealed when I pushed some
inside.

My cock was throbbing like crazy.  I wiped my hands on his warm
backside and gripped his hips, pushing my cock against his
slippery hole.  Gently at first, then a bit harder.  Pervert I
may be, but I’m not stupid.  The first part has to be done very
carefully.  Despite it being around since antiquity, there’s an
awful lot of ignorance about buggering little boys. The fact is
that a boy’s anus is perfectly capable of accommodating all but
the most enormous cocks and any injury is usually due to it being
done too violently or too fast.

I had barely started when the tears came.  It was always like
this.  A few more seconds and I pushed harder.  The whole tip of
my cock slid inside him and he yelped with pain, his little hands
scrabbling about, grasping the bedclothes.

“Sshh!  It always feels horrible at first.  Just relax Sammy. 
You remember what Ben said about this?  You’re doing so well,
Sammy.  So well!”  I grinned and pushed myself a bit deeper
inside.  His arse felt fantastic!  So tight!  His crying had
turned to a dull moan and I rocked myself back and forth,
watching his reaction with interest.  It was the first time, so I
didn’t expect too much from him.  In the weeks ahead, he’d learn
a lot!

I closed my eyes and stood still.  “Come on Sammy.  You know what
to do when I stop!  Your turn to do some work!”

A dull moan emanated from the bedclothes, then a sniff. Slowly, I
felt him pushing his bottom back, then forward.  He whimpered and
stopped.  I tapped his side and laughed.  “Come on Sammy.  If Ben
can do it, so can you!  It’s not that painful, and anyway, not
nearly as painful as the cane will be!”

I heard him sobbing, his face buried in the sheets.  He started
to rock back and forth again. “No Sammy, push your bottom back
more! As far as you can!  Relax and clench, relax and clench. 
Remember the video?”  At least the poor kid was trying.  I
grunted with pleasure and ran my hands over his warm buttocks. 
“Good boy.  Make sure my cock is deep inside when my cream comes
out.  Any cream outside earns you a good paddling, you know that!
 Any that drops on the bed gets you the cane as well!  So just…”
Suddenly the dam burst and my legs started shaking as I shot my
load inside him.  Oh fuck, so good!  The room swam around my head
and I moaned loudly and thrust my cock forward up to the hilt.
“Oh yes, you beautiful little boy!  You have such a great arse!”
 I heard Sammy cry out with pain.  So fucking good!    It seemed
to go on for ages.  I really should have used him earlier in the
morning.  Never mind, we’d start tomorrow.  Meantime…
“Oh that was so nice Sammy!”  I wiped the sweat from my face and
patted his bum.  “Nice and slowly now.  Remember the film!”
A small whimper escaped from the bedclothes.  Had he remembered
this bit? Yes!  I felt him edge his bottom forward, his bumhole
still gripping my cock very tight.  There was a funny squelching
sound and my exhausted cock suddenly flopped out, glistening
brightly under the strong bedroom lights.

Within a split second, Sammy turned around, his red tear-streaked
face looking first up at me, then straight at the fast softening
thing in front of him.  He popped it in his mouth and I breathed
a sigh of relief.  Another few seconds and a few drops would have
fallen onto the bed, earning him another caning.  Not that I
would feel sorry for him, quite the opposite in fact.  After all,
he had to get used to having his backside beaten regularly.
“Oh yes, that’s nice!”  I stroked his hair softly, shuddering a
bit as his tongue ran all over my sensitive and exhausted cock. 
What was the time?  Just after seven o’clock.  His tongue teased
my glans and despite having just come, I felt my cock harden
slightly.  Shit, the kid was good!

“Hey, I think that’s enough.”  I laughed and stroked his cheek,
pulling my cock out of his tight little mouth.  “I think it’s
clean enough. Not bad at all for the first time.”  Sammy’s face
made me laugh. “Okay, it’s inspection time.  On your back, legs
up to your shoulders.  Come on!”

This was how Ben had finished the video, well, apart from the
short punishment scene. Sammy turned and lay on his back,
clasping his legs behind the knees and pulling them back and
apart as far as he could.  I ran my hand over his wet and sticky
thighs and grinned. His little red anus peeped up at me
pathetically as though furious at being so rudely violated. I
prodded it and nodded slowly.

Then I saw it. A small drop of cum had leaked out and was
glistening brightly between his buttocks.  I sighed and wiped it
off with my finger.

“What is this, hmm?”  I showed the scared boy my finger and put
it to his lips.  “Lick it off quickly!”

His whole body trembled slightly and he sucked my finger
greedily, as if desperate to please me in any way possible.  I
continued my inspection for a few more seconds, then tickled his
small balls playfully.  “Okay, that’s enough.  Come on!”
I pulled him quickly off the bed and pointed to the bathroom.  “I
think you need a shower, hmm?”   My stomach reminded me of the
time and I sighed.  Why always late?  “We still have loads to do
but I’m hungry.  You have five minutes to get showered and dried,
then I show you how to prepare my dinner.  Quickly!”
He ran to the bathroom, helped along by a swift slap to his
sweaty bottom.  I considered following him but decided against
it.  Plenty of time later.

Despite my growling stomach I spent the next twenty minutes
instructing him in how to use the kitchen, how my dinners were
organised, which to take from the freezer the night before, where
to put them in the fridge, then the microwave.  I’m incredibly
fussy about cleanliness and I made sure he understood about
keeping everything pristine. Not a single smudge on sides of the
fridge and the inside of the microwave kept shiny white as if
just bought from the shop.

We still had quite a lot to do so I put on a short video while I
ate and ordered Sammy to sit next to me. This one had Brian in
it, a thin ten year old I’d had a few years ago.  A bit too thin
for me and quite tall for his age, but I’d been in a hurry that
day and hadn’t had time to ‘shop around’.

“This is all about your penis” I explained.  I took another
mouthful of the duck a l’orange and nodded.  Not bad!  “Brian had
a very tight foreskin and I made him pull the skin right back. 
Look!”

In fact, Brian had been perfect for the video.  Most boys his age
have miniscule cocks but Brian’s was clearly longer than average
for his age.  There were plenty of close-ups of the boy slowly
easing his foreskin back, revealing his blue glans to the camera.

“You see how easily it’s going back now?  This is a week later.”
I put my plate down and tickled Sammy’s little penis with my
fingers.  He flinched very slightly, but not as much as before. 
Good.  He was learning.  “This is what I want you to do from now
on.”

The last few minutes of the film showed Brian sporting a rather
impressive erection and indulging in a spot of masturbation.  Too
young to ejaculate, his orgasm was nevertheless impressive, his
thin legs shaking and high pitched squeals echoing round the
room.

I gave my plate to Sammy and waited while he washed up.  He
returned after a few minutes and looked at me nervously, his
hands by his sides. Seeing where my eyes were looking, he quickly
opened his legs a little wider.

“Not cold are you?”  I pulled him close to me and kissed his
nose. His buttocks felt so soft and bouncy.

“No Sir.”

“Good..  But if you are, I’ll let you wear a tee-shirt, okay? 
Right then, let’s go and have a little inspection, hmm?”
I turned so he wouldn’t see me grinning and he followed me
obediently out of the room.  In the study I went through the work
I’d set him.  I was amazed to find that he’d managed to do all
his lines.  His hand must be aching like crazy! But….  I shook my
head and held up the last three sheets.  “Terrible writing Sammy!
 Absolutely unacceptable! Do you have an excuse for this?”
The poor thing looked terrified and close to tears.  “Please Sir.

 I….”

“What?”

“I didn’t have time Sir.  I wanted to finish them and..and..”

“Well at least it shows you’re trying hard.”  I smiled at him and
saw a tiny glimmer of hope in his eyes.  “You’ll do these last
two hundred again tomorrow.  Is that understood?”

He nodded frantically.  “Yes Sir.  Promise Sir.”

“I should give you two punishments for this, but since you at
least made an effort, I’ll only give you one.”  I pointed to the
rack on the wall.

“Second paddle on the left.  The one with the blue handle.  Now!”
His face went pale and I saw his lip quivering.  A split second
of hesitation, then he did as I’d ordered and brought me the
paddle, his hands shaking.  Just a little heavier than the first
one I’d used, this paddle was a more oval shape and the varnish
made it shine like a mirror.

“Bend over!”

The six slaps rang out like pistol shots closely followed by
yelps of pain and floods of tears.  I wiped my brow and gave him
the paddle to put back.

“I really don’t have time for this” I said angrily.  “Stop that
crying or else!”

The sobbing ceased and he sniffed and wiped his eyes.  “Right,
now let’s look at the rest.”

I looked at the worksheet and the other exercises I’d given him.
 To be honest, they weren’t bad.   “Okay, these are acceptable,
but only just!”  I waved the sheets in front of him.  “Tomorrow I
want to see more writing.  Let’s go and inspect the rooms!”
He followed me out and trotted meekly behind me.  In the bedroom
I checked the tables, shelves and wardrobe, wiping my finger
along the tops. He hadn’t done a bad job but of course I soon
found places that he’d missed.  Judging from the tears running
down his cheeks, he knew full well what was coming!  In the
bathroom I showed him other places he’d missed and shook my head.

“Do you think you’ll try harder tomorrow, Sammy?”  He looked at
the floor and a tear fell.  “Yes Sir.”

“You know what you deserve, don’t you?”

He looked up and my heart jumped at his sad pitiful eyes.  Poor
kid!  He swallowed.  “Please Sir.  I’ll do better tomorrow. 

Promise!”

“You deserve at least three punishments and I really don’t know
whether to use the cane or the slipper.”  I scratched my chin,
pretending to be deep in thought.   “I’ll tell you what.  I’m
going to get myself a drink.   You go to the loo and then
straight back to the study.”  I tickled the tip of his small
penis.  “If I see this skin pulled all the way back like Brian’s,
then I’ll use the slipper.  If it’s not back all the way, you get
the cane.”

I left him staring after me in disbelief and terror.  I needed
another drink.  A small measure of one of my favourite malt
whiskies and I felt better.   Sammy was going to be fun. I really
had to think what sort of video to make with him.  I already had
a huge collection but it was always nice to make more.  Maybe
another punishment film?  I chuckled, remembering some of the
other videos.  That would be great fun.  Maybe help to boost his
pain threshold faster?

Even before I reached the study, I could hear him sniffing. He
was standing near the desk, his tiny hand wrapped around his
penis, the sore looking purple tip peeping from between his
fingers.  Ouch!  That looked painful!

“Good boy.  Here, let’s have a look shall we?”

He’d managed to pull his foreskin right back and I nodded with
satisfaction at the sight of the uncovered skin gleaming up at
me.  “Yes, it feels horrible, I know, but you’ll get used to it
and besides” I stroked his small glans and chuckled at the way he
flinched.  “Besides, it’ll be much healthier for you. I know it
looks sore but after a day or so, the colour will change.”
I straightened up and tousled his hair.  His cheeks glistened
from his recent tears.  “So I want to see you keep your foreskin
pulled back all the time, okay?  I have something that will help
for a while.  I’ll show you later.  Meanwhile….”
He looked up at me for a second, his eyes full of tears.  I
brushed his blond curls away and sat down.  “Now then…”
I saw him bite his lip.   He raised his hand and looked at me,
pleading in his eyes.  “What?”

“Please Sir, can I have another chance?  I promise I’ll clean
everywhere better tomorrow. Please!”

His whiny voice made me laugh.  I pointed to the rack.  “I’m
already giving you a chance, remember?  Now bring me the slipper
next to the paddle I just used.  The brown one.  Or we can try a
cane.  What do you think, hmm?”

It took him a few seconds to find the one I wanted.  I remembered
this slipper from years ago.  How many boys had I used it on? 
The sole was worn smooth but it was still heavy enough to impart
a nasty sting.  Though still on what I considered the light side.

“Okay Sammy, now turn round, and show me your bottom.  If it
looks too red, then I won’t use the slipper.”
He spun round, no doubt hopeful that I would relent when I saw
how sore his backside was.  No chance.  His buttocks were still
red from the paddling but could easily take a lot more.  The
marks from the cane had almost disappeared.

“Looks okay to me.”  I patted his thigh and swiftly pulled him
over my lap before he had time to react.  “Come on Sammy, don’t
make a fuss!  Just remember there’s a nasty cane over there just
begging to meet you!  Now then, stick that bottom up higher. 
Come on.  Bend your knees and lift your feet up.  More!”
My cock sprang to life and I groaned with frustration. As if his
bottom wasn’t already beautiful enough, the act of bending his
knees made his buttocks jut upwards even more.

I bounced the slipper gently up and down and closed my eyes. 
Despite his shower, the warmth and humidity had already made him
sweaty and a sweet and provocative aroma reached my nostrils.
The first few slaps were relatively light ones.  I wanted to take
my time and enjoy myself. As they got harder, I slid my left hand
further round his side to keep him still.  “No wriggling Sammy! 
You just get extra if you make a fuss!”

I slapped the slipper down harder, then started on his upper
thighs.  He screamed and writhed under my strong grip. A few hard
slaps just above his knees had him kicking frantically, his legs
opening and closing like scissors.

“What did I say about not making a fuss?  Seems to me that you’ve
been having it too easy my lad.”  Each word was punctuated with
another slap.  I’d lost count by now but didn’t care.  My cock
was aching like crazy.

“Boys bottoms are for spanking.”  I aimed a few slaps at the
sides of his buttocks.  “They should be kept red and sore all the
time to make the boys obedient.”  A few more but lower down. 
“This is nothing compared to what you’ve got coming!”
I surveyed my handiwork and nodded.  The good think about the
slipper I’d used is that it may sting like hell but very rarely
causes any bruising so I can swing it really hard – unlike the
paddle and cane.  Sammy’s skin glowed bright red, from the top of
his buttocks down to the back of his thighs.
“Hey, hey!  All over!  You can stop that awful noise now.  I said
stop!”

The boy’s frantic cries had already become an irritating whine
and a few warning taps with the slipper soon had these diminish
in volume till all I could hear were low whimpers.  Poor kid must
be terribly sore. I could feel the heat emanating from his
glowing posterior.

Throwing the slipper to one side, I ran my hand very lightly over
his red buttocks, making soothing sounds and stroking his sweaty
little body till all I could hear was his breathing interrupted
with the occasional sniff.

“Okay.  All finished. Here, let’s stand up shall we?”

His face was almost as red as his bottom and completely obscured
with tears.  His foreskin had already moved back to the tip and I
quickly slid it back again, making him squeal.

“Hmm, sore isn’t it!”  I pulled him close to me and kissed his
wet cheeks, my hands gently stroking his hot buttocks.  My lips
touched his and I felt my cock surge, begging for release.  Shit,
I was desperate!  I could hardly believe it was only a few hours
since I’d fucked him.  I’d wanted to wait till we went to bed,
but my cock obviously had other ideas! I ran my lips over his
chest and down to his wobbling puppy fat around his tummy, then
back up to his mouth.

“I think we’ll have a little test now, hmm?”  I stood up and
kissed the top of his head, my heart beating faster.  “Exactly
what you did yesterday, remember?  You saw Dylan do it in the
video.  Mouth only.  On your knees.  Hands behind your back,
okay?”

He blinked and squinted through his tears, a look of confusion,
then comprehension in his eyes.

I looked at my watch.  “One minute to get my trousers and pants
down, remember?”

A second of hesitation, then his teeth were at my zip. The sound
of it being dragged down made me laugh.  Then the belt.  He
needed more time for this and wasn’t helped by the fact that I’d
pulled it a bit tighter than usual.

It was just over a minute when he got my trousers down and
another twenty seconds for him to drag my pants off.  I patted
his head and sat down.

“Remember the video, Sammy!  This is your second time so I expect
you to do it better. Now get that mouth busy!”

Shit!  Why was I so damned desperate?  It would be so nice to
make it last longer but…

His lips slid over the tip of my straining cock and I closed my
eyes.  Oh fuck!  He sucked hard, then released it, his tongue and
nose teasing my balls for a few seconds before nibbling the tip
of my cock.  I really couldn’t hold back any longer.  The room
started to spin and I felt the waves of pure pleasure flowing
upwards.

A stream of cum sprayed over his cheek and he slid his lips back
over my cock, moving his head back and forth as he’d seen Dylan
doing, his tongue all over the place.  I leant back in the chair
and let it all flow, wishing it would never stop.  Shit!  He’d
just about emptied me!

Slowly I opened my eyes.  Sammy’s cheeks were bulging, his eyes
panic stricken.  I laughed and stroked his hair.  A small trickle
of cum was on his chin and as I watched, a drop fell onto the
floor.

“Okay, not bad.”  I slowly pulled my exhausted cock out of his
mouth.

“Lick it off your cheek – quickly!”

I watched him carefully, wondering if he’d remembered the rule
about not swallowing.  From the look on his face and his pursed
lips, I assumed he had!  “Okay then.  Swallow everything!”

He grimaced and swallowed three times, licking his lips and
checking there was no more around his mouth.

I pointed to the floor.  “That drop there!”

He looked at to where I was pointing and seem to freeze.  I
cleared my throat and he immediately licked it up. The look on
his face was amazing.  He’d obviously remembered what the penalty
was for this!

I suddenly felt sorry for him.   “Hey, come here you little cock
teaser!”

His puppy fat wobbled as I hugged him.  His cheeks were still wet
from his tears and I held him close to me and kissed him all over
his face.  He felt hot and sweaty and I slid my hands round and
cupped his sore bouncy buttocks in my hands.

“I think that you need another shower, hmm?” I grinned at him and
yawned.  It wasn’t that late, but I really felt like having an
early night.

“Go and have another shower, then go to bed, okay?  I just have
to go and check a few things.”

Upstairs, I checked my email, looked out to see what the dogs
were doing and switched on the alarms.  As usual, the lights on
the second floor were on timers and I saw the bedroom light
spilling out onto the large garden.

Sammy was in bed when I came back and I wasn’t sure if he was
asleep or just too scared to move.  I had a quick shower and slid
in next to him.  He smelt of soap and was still slightly wet,
probably having been anxious to shower as fast as possible.
I pulled the cover slowly off him and stroked his hair.  “Hey,
little one.  I want a bit of attention.  Come on, like last night
and..”

He pulled his knees up to his chest and swivelled slowly round. 
I pulled myself further to the head of the bed and arranged the
pillows so I was half sitting up, then lifted his leg across me
so his tiny penis was just in front of my face, hanging down as
if teasing me.

I teased his little balls with my tongue and kissed them gently
before sliding my lips over his penis.  So delicious!

Despite the attention he was giving my cock, I guess I must have
been utterly spent.  I drifted off to sleep and Sammy must have
eventually done the same.  Sometime in the middle of the night I
moved him off me and didn’t wake again till the alarm finally
roused me at eight thirty.

What more to say about Sammy’s training?  Needless to say, he got
a good paddling the next morning, followed by six with a thin
whippy cane, which had him shrieking loud enough to shake the
walls.  I honestly came quite close to having to use the
restraining bench but somehow he managed to hold his position,
though he did earn an extra two strokes for making such a fuss.
True to his word, he did clean the place much better than before
but still got another long slippering for not writing his lines
neatly enough.  Poor kid still had five hundred to write, as well
as his other work.   A bit cruel of me, I suppose, but it was
essential to keep him busy, and besides, it was important to keep
the beatings regular to get his pain threshold rising.
The videos continued, with worksheets designed to check that he’d
understood it all. We also made a few videos ourselves, with me
allowing him to plan the filming himself, with the proviso that I
should be happy with the result, or we'd repeat it till I was. 
That was a lot of fun, especially the punishment films, and I’ll
never forget how he kept asking me politely to stop thrashing him
for a few seconds so he could check the camera and change
position.

The stressful week I mentioned finally arrived and on the first
day, I spent close to five hours in a bloody meeting right in the
centre of London.   It was one of the most boring meetings I
could remember and to add insult to injury, it rained constantly
the whole day.

Then the traffic jams on the way home.  I kicked myself for not
leaving my car at the station and taking the train.

It was almost seven thirty when I got home, the rain beating down
so hard, my wipers hardly managing to cope with it.  Yes, I was
most certainly in a foul mood.

Of course, I had to feed the dogs, check the main house take the
post, read emails and so on, so it was about eight o’clock when I
finally made my way downstairs.  With the boy’s initial training
at an end, I hadn’t left any specific instructions, merely
leaving him to use his imagination.  By this time he knew what I
liked.

There was the faint sound of music from the living room and I
smiled, recognising one of my favourite pop songs.  I stopped
briefly at the study.  The lines were all done.  Much better
handwriting as well!  I checked the top of the door.  Not a spot
of dust. On my desk were sheets of newspaper upon which lay two
canes and a few straps, shining under the light.  Good boy.  He’d
started oiling them as I’d instructed.

I sighed.  After the first few days he’d made amazing progress
and it wasn’t always easy to find excuses for beating him.  Of
course, having a cruel sense of humour helped quite a lot. It was
quite fun when I teased him, making it tricky for him to keep my
cock in his mouth when I came or pulling out as soon as I’d
fucked him, enjoying the look of panic on his face and his
frantic efforts to account for every drop of my precious cream. 
So far, so good, and he was getting used to being caned every
day, in addition to frequent slipperings, paddlings and the
occasional strap administered to his rather more delicate areas!
I stretched and went to the living room.  For a few seconds I
just stared.  Sammy was holding a glass of whisky all ready for
me.  I blinked and shook my head, speechless.  The young boy
looked at me cheekily, his blond hair falling over one of his
eyes. He’d applied just the right amount of lipstick, giving his
lips a full sensual look without being over the top.  A small
amount of rouge on his cheeks, a hint of mascara on his eyelids.
I took a deep breath.  He was dressed in some of my favourite
clothes. White shirt, tie, grey shorts and white socks. A typical
little schoolboy.  Though no schoolboy would ever have worn
shorts like these.  Thin and stretchy, they outlined his curves
perfectly.  Shit, he looked great!

I took it and swallowed it all in one go, wiping my lips. He took
the glass from me.  “Another one Sir?”

“No, not yet.  Put it on the table.  I’ll have one later.”

He turned and placed the glass on a low coffee table, bending low
and wriggling his backside provocatively.  The grey shorts were
pulled deep between his buttocks and the shiny material reflected
the light like a mirror.  My cock was aching like crazy and I
felt my heart beating faster.  Oh shit, he was so fucking good!
“What should we do now, hmm?

He turned and pouted, then ran and hugged me.  My cock was
straining my pants and he pushed himself hard against my bulge,
wriggling his body.  The room swam before my eyes.  What a
welcome!

I cupped his pert buttocks and squeezed them, then ran the back
of my hand down the front of his shorts.  Amazing!  I felt
something hard and pinched the outline of his rock hard penis
between my fingers, making him giggle. Obviously the Viagra he'd
taken a bit earlier was helping.

“Please Sir, will you take me to the bedroom?”

I laughed.  He was great!

“Okay, okay.  But have you been good today?”

 “Oh yes Sir.  Very good!  But…”

“But what?”

He looked up at me and pressed his cheek against my chest. 

“Please Sir, I broke a saucer in the kitchen.  It was an accident
Sir.”

I shook my head.  “No such thing, Sammy.  You were careless.”  I
paused.

“So what should I do with you, hmm?”  My cock was throbbing like
crazy.

For a second he looked at me shyly, then placed his hand on my
aching bulge and squeezed gently.  I groaned quietly.

“Spank me Sir?”

I took his hand and turned. “I think we’ll stop at the study on
the way to the bedroom, hmm.  Oh yes Sammy, you’re definitely
going to be spanked.  Very, very hard.”

He raised his face to me and I kissed his lips.  “We are going to
have a nice evening aren’t we?  A very nice evening indeed!”