I am Jimmy. Over 30 years after Charlie bullied, stripped, and whipped me every Thursday during prep school -- humiliating me in front of the guys in the dorm by requiring me to skip dinner and spend 3pm til bedtime stripped naked, doing his homework, doing his laundry, and still getting whipped, belted, or paddled --
Charlie (as you know from the first part under author "Jimmy") shows up as a senior salesman at the company where I am working. One day after he starts, he totally dupes me. I cannot believe I fell for it. Now I'm in a situation where he is taking over my job, life, and butt. In summary, he persuaded me to agree to stay over in the office on Friday (and then regularly on Fridays) in return for his not showing the people in the office and my acquaintances outside the office the photographs (hundreds of them) that he took in prep school with me being whipped naked, doing his laundry naked . . . . feeling i had no choice, i agreed. i had to give him an answer immediately or he would distribute the photos, which would be unbearable for me.
the complete thing i agreed to (and did on friday night) was to give him the use of my apartment from friday night through saturday late to use with his girlfriend (since his wife, obviously, didn't know about his girlfriend) AND tell the boss on monday that instead of my continuing as a senior salesman i should work under charlie's supervision AND make sure my apt. was immaculate with fresh sheets and everything and stocked refrigerator for charlie's use (though i would have to clean it again afterward since they would be having large parties there) AND on friday at 6pm (when everyone had left) i would go into my own office and strip naked completely, lock my office, give the key to charlie, and i would spend friday night through saturday (whatever time charlie decided to get back to the office WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND, at which time he would give me the key to my office and i could put my clothes on and leave. the other part was before charlie left on friday, he was to supervise an hour of calisthenics that i did in the nude and then a whipping. he was so sure of himself, he bought the whip before he even talked with me. the whipping was torture. charlie was as casual as anyone could be.
just before charlie left, he pulled a video out of a camera in the wall of the conference room -- advising me that the videotape of my calisthenics and whipping just now was what he would distribute if i decided to be uncooperative -- not the prep school photographs (since he hadn't had the prep school photographs in over 30 years).
then on the floor of the conference room i was to sleep naked and then on saturday do charlie's ledger work all day. on saturday, per charlie's instructions, i was lying on my back on top of the conference table with my arms stretched high above my head and my legs spread.
at his leisure, charlie and his girlfriend showed up at 10pm -- even though i was not allowed to move from the table. when he and his girlfriend walked in, i started to get up and he very softly said "i did not give you permission to move. if this is the best that you can follow instructions, maybe i need to call off this arrangement and just distribute the video.
now he has me begging "charlie, please. just tell me what you want me to do."
charlie, the miserable bastard (with a girlfriend with him whose staring at my dick and smirking), said in a monotone:
"Jimmy, this is the way it is. you don't have to like this but you have to do it -- the way i say. one of the things i never disciplined you on back in prep school had to do with your dick. did you j. o. today? and don't lie"
"charlie, not in front of her." i said
"jimmy, i ask questions one time -- not twice." charlie said
"yes, i did." i said.
"i am forbidding you to j. o. until you get my permission. the next step will be a chastity belt. many things now will be put on video so whatever i distribute (should you get out of line) will be cumulative." said charlie
"jesus, christ, char---" i said
"that kind of talk is unacceptable. put your hands on the edge of the conference table, your feet flat on the floor, stand 2 feet from the table with your butt up, and keep your mouth shut." charlie said.
this scared me, it was so serious.
the belt with the buckle hit my butt 100 times. the welts are horrible and the pain is unbearable. by the next day, charlie was over at my apartment (confirming that the friday to saturday ritual would remain the same) and further i was to pack one suitcase of clothes because he was moving me to a basement apt. in somebody's townhouse. i would continue to pay the rent, i would make sure it was immaculately clean at all times, i would keep it in groceries according to the lists charlie gave me. however, i would not be staying in the apartment or using anything in it (except the clothes that i fit in the small suitcase).
the grungy basement apt. (furnished with crap) is in a disgusting part of town. the rent (which i am paying for also) is supposedly lower because the owner of the house is to give me responsibilities like cleaning, emptying trash. the owner is authorized by charlie to follow charlie's instructions concerning me. i am due at the basement apt. no later than 7pm each evening (just enough time to get there from work by subway -- since charlie has given my car to his girlfriend), i strip naked at 7pm and complete the chores at this stinking townhouse, the owner gives me a bath, i go to bed naked at 9pm. no use of telephone. the owner gives me this disgusting meal. and the owner is authorized to have me lie face down on my bed (thin bed, worse than a cot), tie my hands and legs, and belt me as many times as is necessary.
i get up at 5am, go into the office at 6pm to complete charlie's paperwork by 9pm. since i arranged with the boss to be under charlie's supervision, my day is a nightmare. this is just a few days into the next week and charlie has already arranged with the building porter at the office to get a key for himself. 6 times he has sent me down to the porter's room in the basement to strip naked. when charlie gets down there, he decides what instrument he will use to whip me. after i collect myself (he gives me 10 minutes), back to work.
i am not allowed to mention the fact that charlie duped me. charlie says at this point it is irrelevant because i'm going to do whatever he says.
charlie says i will be wearing a chastity belt from now on -- until further notice. one day a week, it will come off. however, on that day, my dick will stay dry. he has arranged for a high school student to supervise me in the office on sundays while i work naked -- without the chastity belt and without touching my dick -- doing charlie's paper work. on sunday night, the high school student has the authority to shoot my load (tying me up first), or whipping me neither. then the chastity belt goes back on until the following sunday.
i am not allowed to attend the company party or to go to lunch with any of the fellows in the office -- all of whom i knew before charlie came. charlie has gotten chummy with them. it is obvious that he has confided in 2 of them that he has me on a tough program, which includes spankings -- leading them to believe that it is because of the quality of my work. both of the guys will witness the friday calisthenics/whipping that i am given naked this friday.
i cannot believe this.
jimmy