Houseboy to a Young Master 3


by Anonymous <Supahighway@supanet.com>

Peter John David Lester is an extremely intelligent young man. He went to Eton College one of Britian's top public schools and then onto Oxford University to read law, where he gained a first class degree. Since leaving university, he got a job in London with a firm of intternational financiers in their legal department. Physically, he is tall, 6ft. 6ins. and strong. He plays rugger, tennis and enjoys the occasional game of golf, especially with clients. Someone once said that battles are fought on the playing fields of Eton. For Peter Lester, businesses are fought at the golf clubs.

Peter had always wanted a houseboy. As a prefect at Eton he liked slippering boys who disobeyed him. He was sure of himself as a natural leader and consequently, he quickly became head of the legal department, where he worked and ruled it with a rod of iron. Among the staff were two young eighteen year men and Peter enjoyed licking them into shape. On one occasion, he spanked both of them. It was either that or sack them. After this incident, he was keen to get a houseboy so that he could spank and beat him into submission. In Oliver Gribble, he fund just the boy he wanted. Peter could see that the boy was lazy and untidy. What fun he would have teaching the boy. And what a nice firm round pair of buttocks to spank.

As he sat at his desk there was a knock on the door.

'Come in Gribble'.

Gribble entered and stood in fron of his master's desk. 'I have cleaned the kitchen, sir. It is ready for your inspection, sir'.

'Before I take a look, I just want to finish reading this paper. Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head.'

'Very good sir'.

Twenty minutes later the master called him over. As Oliver walked round to the front of the desk, he brought his hands down.

'Who said you could take your hands off your head, boy?

'Sorry, sir, I thought it was alright to do so since you called me over, sir'.

Gribble, you haven't answered my question. I repeat, who told you to take your hands off your head?'

'But, sir, I thought.....'

I'm not asking what you thought, boy. I'm asking who told you to take you hands off your head' Answer me boy!'

'No one sir'.

'Exactly. What did I say you were to do?'

'To come and stand in front of you, sir'.

'Right. Did I say anything about taking your hands off your head?

'No, sir'.

Oliver was becoming alarmed when he saw his master take the paddle from a drawer in the table from his desk.

'Gribble, remove your shorts and come across my knee, boy. You are going to learn what it means to do exactly as you are told.' With that, he drew a chair into the middle of the study. Oliver bared his bottom and bent over his master's knee. He felt his bottom being pushed up so that it stuck right out.

WHACK! owe, sir! WACK! owee, sir! 'Did I say you could remove your hands when i told you to come and stand in front of me, boy?'

'No sir. I'm sorry, sir'

WACK! oweee sir' Please no more sir! WHACK! owee sir!

'Why did you remove them, boy?'

'I thought it was alright to do so sir. I'm sorry sir'.

WHACK! oweee sir! WHACK! owee sir! 'Well, you must learn to do exactly as you are told.' WHACK! oweee sir! 'Do you understand boy? WHACK! oweee sir! WHACK! oweee sir! WHACK! oweee sir! WHACK! owee sir! WHACK! owee sir! WHACK! owee sir!

'Get up Gribble and let that be a lesson to you, boy!

Oliver slowly got up, but did not rub his bottom. 'Thank you sir'.

'Now, go to the spare bedroom and lie on the bed to cool off. I will be in later'.

'Yes sir'.

As Oliver lay on the bed, rubbing his very sore bottom, he got to thinking about his new position. He did not resent being punished, in fact, he secretly enjoyed it, judging by the huge erection he was now enjoying. He started to fantasise what it would be like to be with his master all the time. He was getting fed up working at the hotel. Would his master take him on full time?

About an hour later, his master came to his room. Oliver stood up as his master entered.

'Right, we are going to inspect the kitchen. Put your trousers on and go and wait in the kitchen, Gribble.

'Yes sir'.

The master appeared after what seemed like an eternity. In his hand was the thick soled slipper.

Now, Gribble. This is a chance to prove to me that you have learnt to do exactly as you are told. If I find any dust or something hasn't been cleaned properly you are to say 'sorry sir' and bend over. I will give you one whack with my slipper.' Understood boy?

'Yes sir'

The master started his inspection.

'There is a smeer on the door of the oven'.

'Sorry sir', said Oliver as he bent over.

'WACK! owee sir'. The impact on his already sore bottom made him jump up.

'Gribble, you have not done exactly as you are told on two counts. One, when you bent over, your bottom wasn't facing me. And, two, you got up before I told you to.

'Sorry sir'.

Well, why are you standing there. What did I say about bending over when you have said 'sorry sir?' Now bend over at once. You have just earned another whack.

'Yes sir. Sorry sir'. Oliver turned round so that his bottom faced his master.

WHACK! oweeee sir! WHACK! owee sir! WHACK! oweee sir!

He remained bending over till he was told to get up. All in all, Oliver received the slipper twenty times. He certainly was going through a rigorous training in obedience.

He was later to learn what it was like when his master's friends came for dinner. All will be revealed in the next part.

Thanks for your messages. I've had one from a houseboy. Any chance of one from a master? Keep them coming.

'Yes sir'.


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