With the punishment of Chaz completed, I had to file a disciplinary report with the head master's office and was hoping that the clerk, Patrrick, with whom I had talked (and been wholly impressed by earlier)would be there. I entered the administrative area and there sat Patrick in his small office off to one side,
He looked up at me with somewhat of a pleased look on his face, saying in a business-like manner, "Hello, sir. Everything go alright with Chaz's punishment?" As I told him it did, some workmen in the main office area were creating quite a disturbance replacing a broken storage closet door so Patrick arose to close his office door so that we didn't have to shout to be heard. Sitting down again Patrick reached into a file drawer and removing a report form said, "Excuse me for being presumptuous but I imagine you are here with the information on the type and amount of punishment administered to Chaz earlier this afternoon.
"Yes I am and no, you're not being presumptuous at all, just efficiently doing your job," I responded, hoping to both compliment his work and have him realize I had noticed him.
If you'll just give me the information I'll fill it all in and give it to the head master to sign, then I will file it. I've already completed the personal information on Chaz including a summary of the offense he committed. Now all we need is the detailed disciplinary information--methods of punishment and number of strokes."
"That was 70 strokes total, 35 with the strap and 35 with the cane, administered over the boy's underwear and finally with him stripped bare," relating the details as matter of factly as I could in case Patrick had no interest other than record keeping in all of it.
He put down his pen and leaned forward toward me, asking "And how did he take all this? Did he act as if it truly hurt him? Would you tell me how you carried out the sentence?"
Realizing that this information wasn't part of the record I took the inquiry to have purely personal intent and nothing to do with the business of effectively running the school. And this was OK with me since I had been hoping for this sort of situation to develop from the moment I first saw Patrick.
Office closing time was near and I looked directly at the dark-haired, trim, gorgeous Patrick and said, "Why not stop by my quarters this evening about eight. We'll have a brandy, and talk things over."
As he opened the door he nodded and said, "See you there."
The clock striking eight and the knock on the door occurred at almost the same instant. I invited Patrick inside and he removed his heavy coat and sat down on the couch. I poured two snifters of brandy and we began to talk. The conversation moved immediately to Chaz's caning and strapping, which I described in detail for Patrick a he became more and more wrapped up in what I was saying. I told him of having Chaz drop his gym shorts and bend over the punishment frame in the next room. Then he beame more enthralled as I related Chaz's extra-fine physical apperance, and what a perfect physical example he presented when I removed his jockey shorts just prior to him being caned. On a whim I told Patrick that I could either continue to relate all that happened in descriptive form or take him to the punishment room and replay it for him in somewhat more graphic detail.
"I believe, sir, I'd rather get it from you first hand, in there," he said pointing to the room where all punishment in my cottage was laid on. He arose and walked into the room. Once there, he turned and waited for instructions from me.
"Very well, Patrick. Please remove all your clothing except for your underwear. He began to undress--shirt, shoes, socks, and finally undoing his belt and pants and dropping them to the floor. For all his attractive ways fully dressed, Patrick was a dream standing there in his Calvin Klein low-rise briefs. He stepped out of his trousers and folded them across a chair. Next he turned to me and gave me a look that said he was ready for the next step I had in mind. Already knowing that he wanted to be shown rather than have things merely described to him, I guided Patrick to the punishment stand, placed my right hand on his waist just above his briefs, and eased him to a position in front of it. Placing my left hand on the back of his neck I placed him up against the front bar of the punishment frame and told him to bend over the bar and take hold of the leather hand loops at the bottom. He did so and I remarked that this was the firt position used in Chaz's strapping and caning that afternoon. Thinking that could be as far as Patrick wanted the demonstration to go I waited for a few seconds to see if perhaps that might be the case. But Patrick momentarily said, "And would you now show me how the strapping went, using the same implement and force?"
Patrick did have an extremely fine-looking ass and his body was no less perfectly proportioned and chisled than Chaz's had been when he was bent over the frame and awaiting his thrashing earlier. I asked Patrick if he had even been whipped before and he said once, by a young but highly experienced boy and away from the school campus. He added that it had always been his desire to be whipped on the campus by one of the cottage masters and that his opportunity presented itself with my arrival.
I told him if he was ready we would begin the strapping, with the obvious exception that I wouldn't be giving him as many strokes as were usually applied during standard punishment. That would be fine, he said, and I instructed him to spread his legs a bit farther apart. Within the next five seconds I landed the first lash on his firm buttocks and Patrick recoiled somewhat from the blow but said he wanted more. I put good force to each stroke but waited an extraordinaly long time between them to allow him an opportunity to say if he'd had enough, if he so desired. After five stripes he was still willing, so I then gave him three good ones in a row with no hesitation for a request to stop. Then I decided to take the demonstratin to another level.
"Patrick, let's dispense with the punishment rack and move into some other discipline modes, since you may enjoy a variety of punishments and since this activity we're enjoying apears to be more pleasurable than purely informative for you."
"Yes, sir, it is, and I hope you will introduce me to a great number of disciplinary methods both tonight and on other nights, also." I told him that would be a pleasure, then suggested we move on to other venues of his punishment demonstration. Still clad in his low rise CKs, Patrick next bent over the back of a chair and placed his feet wide apart. In that position I admired his shapely torso, long tan legs, and one of the cutest butts I had seen in a long time, with perhaps the exception of Chaz's buttocks, which were in a close competition with Patrick's for "best of show."
As he was doubled over the chair I told Patrick he would now receive seven swats of the paddle, a two-foot-long implement about four inches wide. He asked that I lay it on firmly and give him a good idea of the paddle's capacity to communicate with an awaiting backside. My obliging licks with the board convinced him that the paddle, indeed, did have power to calm even the most savage miscreant. My request as to him being alright brought a slight movement of his hips as he lay over the chair back. Also plainly visible was his penis, now erect, rubbing against the top of the chair. Assuming by now that Patrick was pretty much into our activity I put down the paddle and moved closer to his upraised buttocks and began to softly stroke them. He seemed to enjoy the massaging action and made no attempt to prevent me from placing my fingers inside the elastic waist band of his low-rise briefs as I began inching them off his butt and down to his knees. Once lowered there he without looking toward me requested that I completely remove the underwear. Immediately after doing that he turned to me, erect penis in view, pressed himself against me and said, "Let's go to the bedroom and see how much good we can do for each other."
My sleeping chamber was furnished with a king size bed and I turned back the sprawling covers and invited Patrick to lie down. He made himself comfortable and I began to slowly undress while talking to Patrick about our fortunate meeting and moments together thus far. When my pants were off I walked to the side of the bed and Patrick pulled himself close to where I stood. He asked me to turn around and bend over and he began to run his tongue over the outline of my buttocks. He said, "Spread them more," and I complied as he buried his tongue between my legs and cheeks. The feeling of his tongue pressing on my balls through the thin briefs was exquisite.
With this I turned to face him again and Patrick pulled down my mid-rise briefs, exposing my erect member, and pulled me into bed with him. What followed was three hours of extremely hot love making, some of the best I had ever experienced, and by Patrick's account later, the absolute most peasurable _s_e_x_ he had ever had--period. He began by getting on his hands and knees and asking me to lick his balls, penis, and "whatever else" I felt like licking. Already being in that anatomcal region of the body didn't leave many choices as to what "anything else" included so I just licked everything. Rimming his hole left him in complete ecstacy and I rolled him over to focus my attention on his eight inches of erect manhood.
Patrick then had me lie on my back and he raised my legs and began to rim my hole, taking time to also give my buttocks a good sample of his tongue. It felt good when he moved his lips onto mine and we began to kiss passionately, each other's tongue plunging deep into the other's throat.
We moved toward the crowning moment when I gently rolled Patrick onto his back and began softly stroking his penis, now as hot and hard as it had been since we had begun our encounter that evening. His hips rose and fell as my mouth explored the length and thickness of his penis. My tongue found his balls and easily moved them up and down as Patrick raised himslef into position for me to have more access to his full, hot, and ready testicles. I told him I was ready to take his cum and placed my mouth back on his hard and willing penis. He said that he was close, then arched his back and let out a loud groan, just before I felt his hot load shoot into my mouth in streams that seemed to last forever. I swallowed it and kissed him again. He looked at me and said that I had created quite a due bill with my pleasing him so much but that it was going to be paid in full, with interest.
Patrick straddled my stomach and began to lower himself onto my ready to explode shaft. Once I was securely inside him he began to move his hips, first forward and backward then in a circular motion--all of it causing me the most intense sensation of pleasure ever. Occasionally he would bend down and kiss me, using his tongue to massage mine and then extending his tongue deep into the recesses of my throat.
As we continued, Patrick whispered to me, "You are beautiful. Your body and technique are wonderful. Let's not let this be our last time together." And hearing those words brought me to the brnk of a climax. I had wanted to wait longer, but the closness of his body and the stimulation he provided were simply too much for me to hold my cum any longer. Patrick drew his pelvis upward and pulled me into an arched position under him with my penis firmly within him, and I began to come. I could feel jets of semen shooting deep inside him and he was telling me he felt it and wanted more, as much as I could pump into him. Afer a minute or so, I slowly withdrew and lay there with Patrick at my side. We slept together that night and Patrick left about 5 AM, before anyone began to stir on the campus.
We get away for weekends every now and then. I tell the boys in the cottage to behave themselves and that there'll be a standby cottage master in for the weekend, and that anyone receiving strokes in my absence will get them twice over from me when I return.
So far on my weekend holidays have been great and the cottage has remained quiet.