"Yes, SIR!" Geoff said with gusto as the paddle whoosed through the air and landed on Geoff's virgin, tender, naked butt. "Ow! I wasn't ready, " Geoff protested.
"You forgot something , you little pansy."
"THANK YOU, SIR. I DESERVE ANOTHER!" Geoff yelled loudly, but to no aviail.
"You free swat, you little girl. Shut your mouth and take the beating like a man. You told me you deserved . Geoff missed two more "Thank yous" and wound up taking 40 swats with the paddle although SIR told him he was hardly trying swat Geoff, and his whinpering and crying were getting on his nerves. Surely a man lived inside Geoff somewhere.
Geoff, however, thought he was doing well. He had not cried out in pain, and he couldn't control the tears, but all-in-all, he thought he should be proud ofhimself. He thought he had to take the swats to show SIR that he was a man. But as he saw his red face in the mirror with involuntary tears streaming down his face, he almost told SIR he was the biggest pussy alive. But something in him wanted this man's respect, even though SIR weemed to think he was the biggest pussy alive, he was desperate to both quit and show the bastard that he was a real man.
"You little, sissy. Get over to the corner."
Geoff obeyed, but his bladder was full, and after he crawled to the corner, and bent over inposition, he asked, with a squeaky voice, "May I pee, SIR?"
"You have a bathroom?"
No, SIR! Just the outhouse! He yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping to please SIR.
"Good, boy. You're beginning to sound like a man. Soon you may even act like one." SIR pulled out a small paddle. "All right start crawling to it, boy. The faster you go, the fewer spanks you get."
Geoff took a second to realize that SIR really intended that he crawl all the way back to the outhouse while SIR whacked him on his read butt, and began crawling out of the house and down the stairs to the outhouse in the back. Sir was right behind him with the paddle slapping Geoff's hind end all the way. Geoff concentrated on his need to pee and tried not to cry out. When Geoff finally reached the outhouse, SIR said to him, "You have permission to pee. Leave the door wide open so I can see you."
The outhouse still smelled of his _s_h_i_t_ and urine, but now the bugs were crawling up his legs and flies buzzed around him, sometimes alighting on a nipple or a knee. The bees, too, had found the place, and being naked, Geoff had something more to worry about, but yelled out, "Yes, SIR!" Geoff entered and pulled up the seat and peed, hearing his piss hit the ground below. He was very aware that SIR was right behind him watching him hold his penis and waiting for him to finish.
"All right, boy. Get down in position and get back in the house." And Geoff did. His head hung down, and he didn't plead. He saved his breath because SIR wasn't having any of his bull_s_h_i_t_ excuses that worked on other men. His but hurt with the stind of bees as SIR spanked it all the way back to his corner in the house. Geoff now saw the corner as a place of momentary relier. He was tired, humilialtledl--although that didn't matter any more--, and very sore.
"Come over hiere, little girl." Geoff crawled on all fours and kneeled in front of SIR with his hands behind his back. "Stand up, little girl" Geoff did and wondered what he would have to take before SIR started to call him "boy" again, and what, oh, God, to hear SIR say he was a man or a real man. Those words were down the road. "Bend over. Grab your ankles, and look straight ahead. You know what to say." SIR began to use a razor strop on his ass. He was very good though geoff, trying to remember the count and not to miss asking for his next swat, was too busy to appreciated SIR's artistry. When the count went past thirty, geoff stiffened himself. He could take this. He looked at himself in the mirror. He saw his beet red face and the pain twisted on his face. He realized he was more naked than he have been in his life. His emotions were mixed, but he found something new among them--confidence. On the forty-fifth stroke, he yelled out loud as loud as he could and continued to yell to the fiftieth stroke, always remembering to ask for the next stroke and count. He didn't know that the yell set him free from some of the fear he had. SIR told him to stand up. Geoff stood upput his head down and his hands behind his head.
"Thank you so much, SIR!"
"Much better, boy." Back to boy. "Back to your corner, boy." Geoff went. He put his nose in the center and spread his legs as wide as he could. "Good corner manners, boy."
"We would be done now, boy, but you hur a friend, Tom, you remember? This next spanking is for Tom. And after I leave, I want you to call him and tell him what happened here. Next time I come, I want him here to see how you pay for making him lose his job. Got it?"
"Yes, SIR. I will, SIR. I'm very sorry about Tom, SIR."
"Well, you don't know what sorry it yet, boy. But after a few more sessions with me, you will." SIR sat down on a wooden chair with no arms. "Over my knee, boy."
Geoff hadn't thought about this kind of little boy punishment, but he walked to the chair, dropped his arms, and SIR guided him into his lap. SIR had positioned the chair so Geoff could see his face and his position. He could feel SIR's arm supporting him, almost caressing him. Now Geoff felt humiliation again as SIR, with his bare hand, slapped his bare bottom. He thought he deserved it. Without prompting this time, Geoff counted the strokes of SIR's heavy hand and asked, humbly, for his next one. When SIR reached 25, he stopped and told Geoff to move to the other side. The next 25 were as stron as the first 25, and Geoff had a powerful hard on. He could feel SIR's hand rupping his hot rear end gently when he finished. When he got up, SIR looked him over. "Well, where I started with a little girl, I now have a little boy. Take care of that hard on, boy."
"Huh?"
"Where did you come from, boy? Beat off. I want to watch you."
Geoff put his fingers on his painful hard penis. It was so hard it hurt. And almost when he started to stroke it with his fingers, he came all over his cabing floor.
SIR picked up his instruments and began putting them in his briefcase, "Are you leaving, SIR?"
"I have other bad boys on this route. Some of them are almost men. You can't take any more today, but the next time, with Tom here, you'll take more. I'm glad you finally let oose and yelled instead of the snivelling whimpering you started with."'
Tears of pain were still flowing down Geoff's cheeks, and he wiped them with the heel of his hand as he had done when he was a little boy. He knew now he was a little boy.
"May I dress, SIR?"
"Do you want to with that ass?"
"No."
"Then don't. But you can follow me to my car, and we can talk about next month when I come again. When I leavel, you can walk down to the river and put your red ass in the cold water. Wouldn't hurt to clean up the rest of you either. Sleep on your belly tonight, no sheet. See you next month--same day. Behave yourself. Exercise. And call Tom. If you don't, and he isn't here, I'll be very mad. Get me?"
"Yes, SIR. Thank you, SIR. Goodby, SIR." The Taurus roared down the dirt road covering him in dust. He turned around and headed for the river to stick in his naked, sore, aching red ass.
END