As he drove to John's suburban home , Tim was filled with apprehension about what was going to take place tonight. He hoped that the punishment that he was going to receive wouldn't be too severe. But he had been on the receiving end of John's discipline before and he knew that John would not "spare the rod".
It had come as a shock this morning when Rick, Tim's roommate and lover, told him that he needed to be punished for various little things that Tim had done in the past few weeks.
Rick had been disciplining Tim for two years now, ever since they moved into together in the house that Rick owned. Rick's discipline almost always took the form of an old-fashioned, pants down, bare-bottomed spanking, which left Tim usually howling in pain and with a severely reddened and burning ass.
Once when Tim had done something really bad, Rick had invited John over to witness and assist him in Tim's punishment. Tim's ass had been turned bright red and flaming by the spankings he received that night and he vowed to be extra careful not to make such mistakes in the future.
So when Rick had told him this morning that he was to report to John's house at 8pm tonight to receive his punishment, Tim had protested.
" But Rick, I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Well I say you did and what I say goes, right?" Rick demanded.
Tim knew by the tone in Rick's voice that it was useless to argue. "Yes Rick, you're right." was his meek reply.
"Besides, I think your punishments have been getting rather boring lately. Maybe an evening with John will liven things up.
"You are supposed to be standing on John's back porch at 8pm sharp. I will probably stop over later to see how things are going, but in the meantime you better do whatever he tells you. If you don't I'll really whip your ass when I get there, and then you will have to do whatever John tells you anyway. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Rick, I understand. I won't be late and I will do whatever John says."
Now, however, Tim had already screwed up. He still had five blocks to go to John's house and it was already 8:05. If he hadn't had to wait for that stupid train he would have made it.
Finally he pulled into John's driveway and jumping from his car, Tim ran to the back of the house. He quickly climbed the porch steps and rang the doorbell.
About ten seconds later, the door opened and John stepped out to meet him.
"You're late, boy." "I know, sir. There was a train--" "No excuses! You are seven minutes late and you will be punished for that. Take off your clothes!" John commanded.
Tim was shocked. "Here, sir? What if someone sees me?" (although there wasn't much chance of any neighbors seeing him, as John's back yard bordered on some woods and was fairly secluded.)
"Are you arguing with me, boy?" boomed John. "You do whatever I tell you, and you do it now. Or didn't Rick tell you what would happen if you didn't?"
"Y-yes sir, he told me" answered Tim.
"Then I suggest to get them clothes off real quick, before I get mad!"
Having no choice Tim did as he was told and stripped off his clothing. When he was naked he stood before John and waited for instructions.
John quickly attached a slave collar around Tim's neck, and handcuffed his wrists to it. About the only thing Tim could use his hands for would be to scratch his nose. He was now at John's mercy, but he didn't think John would show him any.
John led Tim over to one of the porch columns and ordered him to kneel down and face the post. Tim did as he was told. John then ordered Tim to touch his nose to the post and keep it there.
"Since you were late, you can stay like that for fifteen minutes. Then I will take you in the house and start your punishment. If I look out the door and see that you have moved your nose from that post, I'll double the time and the punishment, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Tim heard John walk into the house and close the door behind him, leaving Tim naked and shackled to await his fate. After Tim had spent the required fifteen minutes kneeling on the porch, John reappeared and told him to stand up. When Tim was standing, John grabbed his arm and led him into the house. They went through the darkened kitchen and down the stairs to the large rec room that was John's basement. It was almost completely dark and Tim was forced to follow wherever John led him.
As they entered the rec room, John flipped on the light switch and Tim recoiled in horror. There were three men sitting on chairs in the room, looking at his nakedness and smiling. Tim tried to back out of the room, but John held him firmly.
"Just where do you think you are going, boy?" He asked.
"P-Please John, there wasn't supposed to be anyone else here. Rick didn't tell me there would be other guys here. Please, John, let me go get dressed!" Tim pleaded.
His pleas fell on deaf ears as John said, "Rick knows all about these guys, and he also knows about that video camera over there and the young lady operating it."
Tim looked over to the corner of the room and wanted to die. There seated on a barstool was a attractive black woman about twenty years old, waving at him. In front of her, on a tripod was the camera. In the opposite corner of the room Tim saw himself on John's big screen TV. As the camera zoomed in on Tim's genitals Tim tried to cover himself, but the cuffs restricted his hand movement and he was helpless to keep his _c_o_c_k_ and balls from being shown on the television.
Once again he tried to beg John to release him, but John would have none of it.
"You are here to be punished, and you ain't leaving here until your punishment is over. And that could take some time, so I suggest that you quit whining and do as I tell you. Now turn around so Nina can get a picture of where we will be concentrating most of our attention for this evening.
Slowly Tim turned around and showed his back to the camera. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that a picture of his bare bottom was now displayed on the TV screen. John ordered Tim to bend over so that everyone could get a good look at his naked ass.
"Take a look at this little white ass, folks" John began, as he stepped up and patted Tim's left asscheek with his hand.
Tim flinched at the contact, and John said. "If you move again, I'm going to have Nina squeeze your balls until your eyes pop out, boy! Is that what you want?" "No, Sir, please not that, no, sir!" was Tim's anguished reply.
"Then you better not move out of position or do anything until I tell you. Now, as I was saying, look at this little white ass, everyone. It is not going to stay white for long though, because I plan on spanking some color in these cheeks right now!" John announced, as he picked up a small wooden paddle from the coffee table.
Tim knew it was useless to protest , so he gritted his teeth and prepared to take the paddling John was about to administer. As Nina adjusted the camera, Tim could see that his punishment was being continually displayed in living color on the TV. As he watched from his bent over position, Tim saw John raise the paddle and then bring it down with a resounding smack on Tim's bared bottom.
"OUCH!" he yelled as he saw on the TV that John was raising the paddle in preparation for another blow. "Please, John, not hard, please! It hurts!"
"Shut up and count these next ten spanks, loud and clear! If you miss one, I will start over!" John said as he brought the paddle down hard on Tim's right asscheek.
"OWWW! ONE!" yelled Tim, as his bottom exploded in pain.
SMACK! "TWO!" he cried. As Nina zoomed in on his bottom, Tim could see that his ass was starting to redden as he squirmed to and fro in a feeble attempt to avoid the stinging blows of the paddle.
John continued to spank Tim's bottom until he had reached the required number of smacks. Tears sprang to Tim's eyes as the his flaming bottom burned. Casting a glance at the TV Tim saw that his entire bottom was now bright red. As the others in the room looked at the screen they began to laugh and applaud.
"YEAH! Good job, John. Look at those cheeks!"
"When do we get a chance at that ass, John?" asked another.
"Soon." was John's reply.
Tim was mortified. He had never been spanked by total strangers before, but it appeared that that was all going to change real quick. he was even more shocked by John's next statement.
"As the saying goes, ladies first! How about it, Nina. Do you want some of this?"
"You bet!" she replied, turning the camera over to one of the other guys and stepping forward to stand behind Tim's naked bottom.
Pulling up a chair and sitting down, Nina wasted no time. She grabbed a handful of Tim's hair and pulled him down across her knee into the classic spanking position. Tim felt his _c_o_c_k_ rubbing against her jean clad thighs, and in spite of his predicament, felt a twinge of excitement. This vanished quickly though as John ordered him to ask Nina for a good hard spanking.
"Please Nina, give me a spanking!" Tim asked hesitantly.
"You better do better than that." Nina answered. "Or I'll turn you over to the guys and their hickory switches!"
Not ever wanting to feel the sting of a switch across his ass, Tim was quick to beg for the lesser of two evils.
"Please Nina, I've been a very bad boy! Please spank my bare bottom real hard! Please!"
"Well, O.K., if you insist!" Tim could see that this entire scene was on the TV, and his eyes grew big as he saw John hand Nina a wooden hairbrush. He knew this would hurt, but could do nothing but take his punishment.
Nina wrapped an arm around Tim's waist to held him firmly in position, his bare, upturned bottom quivering in apprehension. = She raised the hairbrush high and proceeded to administer stinging slaps to Tim's ass.
"OWWW! OUCHH! OWWWW!" yelled Tim, as the brush made his cheeks dance over Nina's knee. The cuffs made it impossible for him to cover his burning bottom with his hands and he was forced to endure the steady smack of the brush as the spanking continued.
"OWWW! PLEASE STOP! OWWWW! STOP, YOU'RE HURTING ME! PLEASE, NINA, NO MORE! OOUCCCH! PLEASE!"
Nina continued the spanking until Tim's entire bottom was bright red . As she looked at the TV she could see that Tim was close to tears. She gave him another resounding SMACK, then asked,
"Have you had enough yet, boy?"
"Y-YES! PLEASE NO MORE! IT HURTS! PLEASE, NO MORE!" Tim begged, as he lay face down over her knee, all the fight gone out of him.
"Are you ready to obey our every command now, boy?" asked John.
"Yes, sir. I'll do whatever you say!" Tim promised, hoping to be let up from this humiliating position.
"Well, let's just see how willing you are to obey us." said John. "Ask Nina to give you five more smacks with that hairbrush!"
Knowing he was unable to resist, Tim groaned inwardly as he thought about the flames that already burned across his buttocks. But he was quick to respond to John's command.
"Please Nina, please spank me five more times with the brush, please!" Tim pleaded as he resigned himself to his fate.
"Sure thing!" replied Nina as she raised the brush and rapidly administered five stinging spanks to Tim's tortured backside.
The pain was so intense that Tim nearly tumbled from his position. Only Nina's arm around his waist held him in place as his buttocks jerked wildly in reaction to the continued spanking.
At last the spanking was finished and Tim was ordered to kneel in front of Nina.
"Was that a good spanking, naughty boy?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Very good, ma'am!" Tim replied, fighting back tears of pain and humiliation.
"Show me your appreciation by licking and kissing my shoes, boy. Get started right now and do a good job, or I may have to spank you all over again!"
Not wanting to have a repeat performance over her knee, Tim quickly bent to his task, as he caressed Nina's shoes with his lips and tongue.
To be forced to do this was almost, but not quite, as humiliating as the spanking itself. Tim had not been spanked by a woman since he was a boy. All of his adult spankings had been administered by Rick, and on occasion, John. Being bi_s_e_x_uals, both Tim and Rick had dated females, but Tim had never shared his secret with them.
After approximately ten minutes of bootlicking, Tim was allowed to stand, and after thanking Nina for the spanking and the opportunity to lick her shoes (he was ordered to do this by John), he was introduced to one of the males who had been sitting on the couch.
"Tim, this is Doug." said John. "He will be handling the next portion of your punishment. Say hello and ask him to please proceed with your punishment."
"H-Hello, Doug." stammered Tim. "Will you please punish me?"
This was another first for Tim. He had never seen this man before in his life, and here he was standing naked before a stranger, asking to be punished. He silently prayed that he wouldn't have to endure another spanking for awhile, as his bottom was still blazing from the episode with Nina. But he knew that he would have to do whatever Doug and the others told him, or John would make it much worse for him. He stood quietly and waited for Doug's instructions.
Doug led Tim to the center of the room where John had placed a flat workout bench from his exercise room. Doug spread a towel across one end of the bench and ordered Tim to sit on it. He was then instructed to lay back flat on the bench and raise his legs and spread them apart. When this was done Tim could see that his entire pubic region was once again exposed to the camera's eye. He had no idea what Doug was going to do, but he knew he wasn't going to like it.
As Doug produced a pair of barber's scissors and a safety razor from a bag he held, John said, "We have decided to see what you look like with all your pubic hair off, so Doug is going to shave your balls and ass!"
Tim dropped his legs to the floor and protested, "NO! JOHN, PLEASE, DON'T LET HIM SHAVE ME! PLE---"
He was cut off in mid-sentence as John grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up.
"I told you to stop arguing with me, didn't I?" he asked. "Now I'm going to show you what happens when you don't obey!" He quickly positioned Tim face down across the bench, with his head hanging down on one side and his bottom raised high on the other. John reached behind the bar and produced a wooden switch about 3 feet long and as big as Tim's little finger around. Stepping up behind Tim, he announced "You will now ask me to give you two strokes with this switch, right now, boy!" he commanded.
Tim hung his head in defeat. "Please give me two strokes, sir." he said, as he braced himself for the punishment.
John raised the switch and delivered a stinging cut to Tim's left asscheek.
"AIIIEEE!!" yelled Tim as the flame erupted in his bottom. He barely had time to catch his breath as the switch whooshed through the air and landed on his other cheek. "OOWWWW!" he screamed as he writhed in agony on the bench.
"The next time you I hear one word of argument out of you, I'll give you TEN of these. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
"Good. Now take your position on the bench and ask Doug for your haircut!" John ordered.
Not wanting to receive more strokes with the switch, Tim hurriedly placed himself in the required position and raised his legs in the air.
"Please, Doug", he asked. "Please cut my hair."
Tim fought back tears of humiliation as Doug quickly bent to his task. He had two of the men hold Tim's legs apart as he used the scissors to snip away at the hair in Tim's crotch.
"You better lie real still, or I'm liable to cut more than your hair." he cautioned Tim. Tim concentrated on lying as still as possible. John walked up and placed a towel over Tim's face so he could not see what was being shown on the TV screen. He lay blind as Doug cut the hair around his _d_i_c_k_ and balls. Telling the men to spread Tim's legs farther apart, Doug quickly snipped a few stray hairs in Tim's now fully exposed asscrack.
Tim was mortified and was glad that they could not see his face, which was probably as red as his ass at this point. He hoped Doug would just snip some hair with the scissors and be done, but he was soon disappointed as he heard the distinctive whoosh as Doug squirted shaving cream onto his hand.
He quickly lathered up Tim's groin and, cautioning him once again to lie still, Doug picked up the safety razor and began shaving the area. Tim had no intention of moving a muscle as he feared that Doug might slip and cut him with the razor.
Doug finished with Tim's front and moved down to the area around his asshole. Tim fought to stay still on the bench. He could feel himself sweating profusely from fear and embarrassment.
Finally, Doug was finished. He pulled the towel from Tim's face and used it to wipe the excess shaving cream from his body. Tim cast a glance at the TV and groaned. His pubic region and asshole were now completely devoid of any hair, and this condition was displayed for all to see and enjoy.
"That will be one dollar." announced Doug. "Oh, you don't have any money on you. That's O.K., I'll take it out of your hide."
He sat on the bench and ordered Tim to lie over his knee. Knowing what would happen if he protested, Tim quickly complied, draping himself over Doug's knee.
Doug proceeded to re-light the fires in Tim's bottom using just his hand. He administered a blistering spanking that soon had Tim squirming and begging for mercy.
At the conclusion of the spanking, Doug ordered Tim to stand and bend over from the waist with his legs far apart. He then produced a small spray bottle and, reaching down sprayed after shave lotion directly on the extremely sensitive skin of Tim's pubic area.
"AAAIIIEEE!" screamed Tim, as the sting of the lotion brought tears to his eyes. He couldn't help himself from crying as the stinging sensation increased as Doug spread his asscheeks and sprayed some lotion there also.
"OOWWWWW! OOUUCCHH!" he yelled as the pain continued. He straightened up and did a humorous dance around the room, as if he could somehow walk off the pain. The others watched and laughed hysterically at his predicament.
It took about ten minutes of walking and wiggling (much to the delight of everyone except Tim) for Tim to get himself under control and the stinging sensation to subside a little.
John wasted no time in announcing the next phase of Tim's punishment.
He told Tim that he would unlock the handcuffs that held Tim's wrists to the slave collar, but at the first sign of disobedience they would go back on.
"And you will get twenty strokes with the switch!" he said, "Understand?"
Tim was quick to reply. "Yes, sir, I'll obey."
John unfastened the cuffs and Tim rubbed his sore wrists as another of the men stepped forward.
John ordered Tim to drop to his hands and knees. When he was in this position, John continued.
"Tim, this is Dan. He is a professional dog trainer, and he is going to train you to perform some dog tricks for us. You will do everything he tells you." Tim nodded and hung his head as he wondered what was in store for him. Dan stepped forward and snapped a leash onto Tim's collar.
John said "The rest of us are going upstairs and make a pizza, while Dan trains you. When we come back you can show us what a good little doggie you are. By the way Dan, what kind of mutt is this anyway?"
Dan smirked "I'm not quite sure, but right now he kind of reminds me of a Mexican Hairless!" Everyone, except Tim, thought this was hilarious. The group left, laughing all the way up the stairs, leaving Tim at the mercy of yet another stranger.
Tim spent the next twenty minutes undergoing intense training at Dan's hands. Mistakes were punished by a smack on the rump with the paddle. Dan instructed Tim in a variety of embarrassing and humiliating stunts that Tim was sure would bring laughter to the rest of the group. But he had no choice but to obey, or he would feel the bite of the hickory switch on his already too tender bottom.
Finally, they heard the others coming down the stairs. Tim assume the all fours position next to Dan in the center of the room. As he had been ordered, his tongue hung out slightly and he panted. His arms were straight and he held his head high and looked straight ahead.
After the others were seated and the camera was once again activated, Dan started to put Tim (or Red, which was the dog name Dan bestowed on him, to reflect the color of his spanked cheeks) though his paces.
"Heel!" he commanded as he walked around the room. Tim followed at his side never losing pace or getting ahead of his master. He could see that the group was enjoying this scene, and he really dreaded what Dan was going to make him do in the next few minutes.
Dan went though a series of simple commands such as sit, stay, up, and lay. Tim quickly obeyed these commands and performed them without error.
Dan then announced to the room that he had taught Red to respond to hand gestures also. He demonstrated by giving Tim the signal to roll over, which Tim immediately did. The others applauded encouragingly.
"Wait, you haven't seen nothing yet!" exclaimed Dan, as he gave Tim the crawl signal. Tim dropped his face to the floor and stuck his ass high in the air, and crawled over to take a position in front of Dan.
"Good dog, Red!" Dan said as he ruffled Tim's hair. He pulled a medium sized dildo from under the couch cushion and threw it across the room. He then gave Tim the 'fetch" gesture.
Tim rapidly crossed the room on hands and knees and picked up the dildo in his mouth. He returned it to Dan, who held it out to him. Tim started licking the head and shaft of the dildo as he had been ordered. His face was now probably much redder than his ass ever could be, he thought as he performed this humiliating task.
The other's in the group were going wild as they watched Tim suck on the rubber _c_o_c_k_ that John held.
"YEAH BOY! GO RED! SUCK IT BOY! I'M NEXT" they yelled. Only the threat of a severe switching kept Tim from trying to escape from this torment. He knew that he had no chance to get out of this room, much less get out of the house, get his clothes and get away. Besides, even if he was successful, Rick would probably beat his ass worse, and then bring him back here for more. At least he knew that he only had one more dog trick to perform, he hoped.
Dan finally put the dildo away and announced, "Red will now do a trick that no other dog in the world is capable of performing." He motioned to Tim, who fetched the hairbrush from the table. Tim took a position in the center of the room, with his back to the camera. He spread his legs and could see on the TV that he was totally exposed. He held the brush in his mouth and waited for Dan.
"Red will now demonstrate that when he is bad, he can spank himself. He will not only administer ten stinging spanks to his ass, he will count each one in dog language. He knows that if I think one of the spanks is not hard enough, he has to start over. Watch this!" Dan said, as he gave Tim the hand signal to begin.
Tim took the brush from his mouth and holding it his right hand, reached back and administered a stinging slap to his right asscheek.
"WOOF!" he cried, as he winced from the pain. He then landed a similar blow to his left cheek.
"WOOF!" he counted. The spanking continued. Tim was determined to only give himself ten spanks, no matter how painful they were. He alternated cheeks with each spank. The people in the room were howling with laughter as the spanking progressed. Tim was forced to hold his head high as he spanked his own bottom with the brush. Finally Tim delivered the tenth spank. "WOOF!" he barked, and then put the brush back in his mouth and brought it to Dan.
Dan said "Good dog, Red! You're done now!" Tim was allowed to stand up and at least become human again. He was relieved, but not for long as John once again produced the handcuffs and secured Tim's wrists to the slave collar.
Tim was introduced to the final member of the group. His name was Mike, and John said he was going to train Tim in maintaining more self control. Tim didn't know how he was going to do this, but he knew he would find out shortly.
He was right, as Mike led him to the center of the room, and told him to spread his legs apart and bend over from the waist. He ordered Tim not to move or he would suffer severe consequences. Tim fought to remain still as Mike took a plastic ring, like those found on a milk bottle, from his pocket. Attached to the ring was a short piece of twine about eighteen inches long. A slip knot was tied in the end of the twine.
Mike quickly slid the ring over the end of Tim's _c_o_c_k_, which swelled noticeably at his touch. This was a mistake because the inside of the ring had small teeth, which now bit painfully into Tim's penis. He barely had time to register this discomfort however as John handed Mike a twenty pound dumbbell, which he placed on the floor between Tim's spread legs. He looped the slipknot over the end of the barbell and pulled it tight. Mike then began turning the dumbbell and the twine wrapped around it and soon was stretched taut. Tim was now tethered to the dumbbell from his _d_i_c_k_. Any movement except a downward motion would cause the ring to bite into his flesh, causing immense discomfort.
Mike explained the purpose of this set-up to Tim.
"We are going to help you increase your powers of concentration and self control through this exercise. All you have to do is concentrate on not bending your knees or making any movement that would cause the twine to loosen. You can move forward, sideways, upward, or backward, but you must not move down, or bend your knees. Of course moving in any of those other directions is going to hurt, seeing as how you are fastened to that dumbbell.
"If you can maintain this position without bending your knees for just five minutes, I'll untie you and I'll be done. However, If you do bend, one of these guys will tell me, and bad things will happen. The first thing that will happen is that I will give you a hard smack across your ass with the paddle. Unless you are in complete control this will probably cause you to bend your knees again, in which case I will spank your ass another time. I will continue to do this until you are able to concentrate hard enough to take the smack and not bend. Once you have done that, the five minutes will begin again. I'm sure that you won't make it the first time, as it is a learning process.
"By the way, I'll be doing some things to you in an attempt to break your concentration. It is up to you to block those distractions from your mind, and only think about not moving for five minutes. I expect that the first time you will only last a minute or so, but then the time should get longer, as you get better at controlling yourself. Now you may bend your knees for a few seconds and then we will begin. Do you understand what you must do?"
"I- I guess so." Tim replied, still not exactly sure what was going to happen.
"Good, let's start then." Said Mike as he set a small timer for five minutes and placed it on the floor where Tim could see it. He ordered Tim to get in position and activated the timer. He walked around in back of Tim and out of view. Tim tried to look around and see where he was going but Mike ordered him to keep face the front. " And start concentrating on your control." he advised.
About thirty seconds later Mike stepped in front of Tim and held out his hand. In it was a rather large stick-pin, the kind women used to use on a hat. He smiled as Tim's eyes grew large. Reminding Tim to face the front and concentrate, Mike walked behind him. Tim braced himself for what he knew was coming. When the expected pinprick didn't happen in the next thirty seconds, Tim momentarily relaxed. This was a mistake, because in the next instant Mike jabbed him painfully in the right asscheek.
"OUCH!" yelped Tim, as he involuntarily lurched forward. This caused the ring's teeth to bite into his _c_o_c_k_. Without thinking he dropped to one knee to relieve the pain.
"He's down!" yelled John.
Mike picked up the paddle and ordered Tim back into position. As soon as Tim was positioned properly, Mike swung the paddle and gave Tim a sharp crack across his bared bottom.
"OOWWW!" Tim yelled as he once again lurched forward, which produced all of the same results the pinprick had. John once again informed Mike that Tim had bent. Tim struggled back into his stance as quickly as possible.
"Now concentrate on not moving this time, Tim. If you really concentrate you can do it. Now get ready, I'm going to give you another swat."
Tim tried to brace himself and not move, but it took three more tries, and three more spanks, before he was able to control himself enough not to move. By now both his ass and his _d_i_c_k_ were hurting. Mike reset the timer, and Tim silently vowed that nothing would make him bend this time until the five minutes had passed.
He hadn't counted on Mike's intention to break his control though. Because he couldn't see what was happening behind him, and because he couldn't see the TV, where all the action was displayed, he could not prepare himself for what was going to happen. Nothing did happen for over two minutes, as Tim stood bracing himself and not moving a muscle. He hardly dared to breathe.
Suddenly from three separate spots on his ass Tim felt stinging pain as Mike, John and Doug snapped his cheeks with large rubber bands.
"OUCCH!" he cried, but somehow managed to move only slightly. This only made the others try harder though, and he was no match for the continued onslaught, as the rubber bands mercilessly stung his backside from all directions. Finally he was forced to once again bend as he fought for control.
"Oh, too bad, Tim." said Mike, "You almost made it to three minutes. Well, get ready for your smack!"
Tim was getting better, as it only took three spanks this time before he was able to maintain his position. Mike reset the timer and Tim again prayed that he would make the five minute time limit.
Two and a half minutes went by without incident, but then Mike sprung another surprise on his victim. He went to the refrigerator and opened the freezer compartment. He removed what looked like a popsicle on a stick, but it had no color. It was plain ice. Cold Ice.
He showed it to Tim, smiled his wicked smile and disappeared behind him. Moments later Tim felt the coldness as Mike moved it across his bared and sensitive bottom. Tim next felt the ice on his _c_o_c_k_ and ballsack. He quivered, but stayed in his position, determined to stay in control.
He was unable to maintain control for much longer though, as Mike began to run the icicle up and down the crack of Tim's ass. With his legs spread as they were, Tim's asshole made a natural target for the ice, and Mike went for it. Tim moaned in protest as Mike slowly worked the ice around the rim of his anus. He fought to remain in control, He stole a look at the timer and saw that he only had a little more than a minute to go. He had to hang on!
Mike began trying to work the ice in and out of Tim's asshole. This was too much!
"MIKE! NO! PLEASE! NOT THERE! PLEASE!" he protested, as Mike continued to press the freezing ice into him.
Mike didn't listen to Tim's pleadings, however and kept pushing the ice deeper inside, slowly, ever so slowly. He didn't want to cause any damage.
Finally Tim could hold out no longer, and he almost fell to the floor.
Two seconds later the timer went off!
"Too bad, Tim. You lose again!" exclaimed Mike, as he dropped the ice and picked up the paddle.
Once again Tim felt the sting of the paddle across his sore backside, but he was able to stay in position and only get one spank.
Mike set the timer and Tim took his position. This time Mike used everything he had done before but Tim was able to stay in position and not bend his knees. He was never so glad in his life to hear the bell go off on the timer.
John unlocked his handcuffs and Tim was allowed to remove the ring from his _d_i_c_k_. He hoped that his punishment was over, but then he realized that John hadn't had a turn yet. His fears were real as John said,
"I've decided that you should get some enjoyment out of this evening too, Tim. So what you are going to do now, for all of us to see, is masturbate yourself to climax. Lay face up on the floor and get started!" he chuckled.
Even the thought of a severe switching couldn't keep Tim from protesting "NO! JOHN, PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY! PLEASE!"
John was on him in a second, grabbing his hair and forcing him face down over the bench. Picking up the switch, He quickly administered three stinging blows to Tim's quivering bottom.
"You have a choice, boy! You either get down on that floor and do as I told you or stay on this bench and get thirty lashes with this switch! Which is it going to be?" he punctuated this question with another blazing cut with the switch, which caused Tim to scream in pain.
Tim knew he was defeated. He had no doubt that John would give him the thirty lashes with the switch, and he knew his ass would probably be bleeding from the beating.
"O.K., I'll do it." he replied meekly, as he raised himself from the bench. John directed him to a spot on the floor in the middle of the room, and Tim lay down, closed his eyes and began slowly rubbing his _c_o_c_k_. He tried to block out all other thoughts and concentrated on getting through this humiliating task as quickly as possible. This was hard to do though, as the others kept cheering him on with shouts of "Come on boy, stroke it!, That's it, spank that monkey!" Soon Tim had an erection, and keeping his eyes closed tightly, managed to bring himself to orgasm, shooting his wad straight into the air and feeling it splash back on his stomach and legs, to the cheers and applause of the others in the room.
John threatened to make Tim lick up the spots on the floor, but relented and gave him a towel to clean up with. Tim prayed silently that his evening of punishment was now over, but his hopes were dashed as John announced the finale to the evening.
"I think that we should each give you a farewell spanking so that you will remember this night for a long time. So you can take your position over Doug's knee and thank him for an enjoyable evening and ask him to please spank you."
Reluctantly Tim did as he was told, placing himself face down and bottoms up over Doug's lap. "Thank you for this evening, Doug. Now please give me a farewell spanking." he asked. Doug was quick to oblige and administered ten stinging spanks to Tim's already well spanked bottom.
When he was finished with Doug, Tim had to go to each of the others in the room, and repeat the same scene. Nina was last and as Tim took his position, he just wanted to get through these final ten smacks and hopefully be allowed to dress and go home. His bottom was blazing and he didn't know how much more he could take. John, of course, had another surprise in store for him, as he said,
"The only thing we haven't seen you do tonight is cry, Timmy. Nina is going to correct that right now. Nina, lay that paddle on good and hard and don't stop until he is bawling like a baby!"
Nina did as John said and proceeded to blister Tim's ass with the paddle. Soon he was writhing and bouncing over her knee as the paddle continued to bite into his burning cheeks. He pleaded with Nina to stop, but she only seemed to spank harder with each blow.
Finally, tears streamed down Tim's face and dropped to the floor as he wailed and cried, begging for mercy. John told Nina to give him ten more spanks, just to be sure he had enough. Tim was forced to count each one, even though he could barely sob out the numbers.
At last the spanking was over and Nina dumped Tim from her lap, where he lay on the floor rubbing his tortured ass and trying to get the tears to stop flowing from his eyes.
When he finally had himself under control, John handed him his car keys and ordered Tim to follow him upstairs. John took him out to the back porch and told him he was dismissed.
"What about my clothes, where are they?" asked Tim.
"You don't need clothes to drive home. I'll bring them over in the morning when I come to show Rick the videotape of tonight's events." he smiled. "I would suggest that you drive very carefully on the way home so that you don't get stopped by the cops. See you tomorrow, Timmy. Now get out of here before I decide that you need some more punishment.
Tim quickly ran down the steps and around the house to his car. Luckily it was very late and no one was around. He got in his car and drove slowly home. He made it to his house without incident and, after putting the car in the attached garage, he went into the house where Rick was waiting for him.
After inspecting Tim's bruised buttocks and declaring that no real damage had been done, he sent Tim to bed, where in spite of his burning bottom, he quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, as Tim sat at the kitchen table having coffee and reading the paper, the doorbell rang. Rick went to answer it and came into the kitchen moments later with the last person in the world that Tim wanted to see, John.
John threw a bundle of Tim's clothes on the chair and Tim saw that he was also carrying a video cassette.
Rick ordered Tim to his feet and commanded him to turn and bend over the table. When Tim was in this position, Rick quickly lowered Tim's shorts and exposed his still quite red asscheeks for inspection. Both John and Rick laughed at Tim's discomfort as John ran his hands over Tim's buttocks pinching and squeezing them as he told Rick about the previous evening's events.
Then, to add to Tim's torment, he was forced to accompany the men to the living room and, as he lay face down on the floor with his bared bottom exposed, they watched the videotape of Tim's punishment.