Big-Eared Master - Part 2

Author: Thomas de Sade T_de_Sade@hotmail.com

After I had caught my housemate, John, reading my private letters, I offered him a choice--either he would submit to a week of punishment or he could get out.  He chose the week of punishment.  On days 1, 3, 5, and 7 he would be physically punished  on days 2, 4, and 6 he would be publically humiliated.

     I had never before really whipped anyone and the experience both excited me and unnerved me a little.  the last blow with the belt had left John with a bad welt.  After the whipping, we sat and had a snack almost as though nothing had happened--except that John could hardly sit in the chair.

     I told him that he should go to bed, because tomorrow would be a very difficult day.  He immediately got up.  "Goodnight, sir.  I know I deserved your whipping sir."

     I watched him shut the door to his room.  But I was a little worried that I had gone too far.  I remembered the Aloe plants I was growing--for burns and other cuts.  I suddenly thought I would take some cactus-like leaves of the plant and squeeze the healing substance on John's ass.

     I went to my room, got the plant and went to John's door.  I started to knock, but then thought better of it and just opened the door and went in.   John was standing in front of the mirror, looking at his very red ass, with one bad welt right in the center.  He looked shocked that I just entered without knocking.

     "John, you have lost your right to privacy for this week.  You must accept that.  That is why I didn't knock."

     "Yes, sir.  I see."  He started to pull up his pajama bottoms.

     "No need to pull them up, John.  Please lie face down on the bed and leave your bare ass open for me."

     "Please sir.  I can't take any more."  I have never seen anyone look more scared.

     "Just do what I say, John.  I'm not going to whip you now."

     He complied.  I broke a large leaf off the cactus plant and squeezed the liquid out onto his ass.  I gently put it on his ass.  I broke several more leaves and squeezed more liquid on his ass, rubbing it gently, especially on the blistered area.  I breathed gently on it, spreading a coolness throughout his body.  He moaned.  "Sir, that feels so good.  Why are you being so good to me, sir?"

     "John, please get used to the idea that you must accept whatever I give you--both pain and pleasure.  This week you belong entirely to me.  You are not to question my motives.  But I want your ass healed for the beating I will give you in a couple of days."

     I continued to gently rub the healing salve into his ass.  I let my finger push gently between his ass cheeks, even though he needed no healing there.  I pushed my finger gently, just barely, into his very tight hole.  He moaned and I knew that I would fuck his ass before the week was out.  I slipped my finger back out of his hole.  He was trembling.

     "Please roll over on your side John."  His face was beat red, but he did what I said and revealed a very hard throbbing cock.  My own cock was ready to explode in my jeans from all the tension and excitement from the whipping and now the gentle healing massage.

     I touched his cock and it immediately exploded.  "I'm sorry sir."  I laughed, "You'll have to learn to control yourself better."

     "Yes sir."

     "Now please roll back on your stomach.  You can clean this up later.  I want the aloe to dry.  I'll be back in 10 minutes and put some more on then."

     I went to my room and jerked off thinking about the whipping I had given John.  I then returned to John's room and put another coating of aloe on his ass.  It already looked much better.

     "You'd better get some rest.  Tomorrow will be a difficult day for you.  Your public humiliation will be after dinner.  I'll fix dinner and we'll eat at 5 p.m."

     "Thomas," he said, "I'm very, very frightened.  I'm also very, very excited.  I just want to tell you that I'm sincerely sorry for having opened your private letter.  And although I'm scared to death of another beating and whatever else you've planned for me, strangely I'm also at peace for the first time in my life."

     I turned and patted him on the shoulder, smiled, and left the room.

     The next day we didn't talk at all about the punishment, or about anything else for that matter.  I asked John to clean the bathroom, which he did.  He spent the rest of the day reading.  I cooked a simple dinner--pork chops, beans, mashed potatoes and a creamy pork-chop gravy.  At exactly 5 p.m., I told him dinner was ready.

     "I made too much mashed potatoes and gravy, so eat all you want," I said, smiling to myself.  When we finished eating, I told him we were going to walk to Howard Johnson's for dessert.  I asked him to wear a clean pair of underwear and his pastel-flowered shorts (remember it was the hippie period.)  He looked very apprehensive going to his room.

     I partially cleaned up the kitchen--I would leave the dishes for him to do when we returned.  I mixed the left-over mashed potatoes and gravy together in a bowl and left it out on the counter.

     When John returned I told him to kneel down on the kitchen floor.  I handed him the letter he had started to read.

     "You wanted to read this letter.  Now I want you to read it out loud, with perfect pronunciation, John."

     John began breathing hard, but hesitated.

     "Please open the letter and read it out loud, John.  You don't want to make me angry do you?"

     He started to read the letter, but his voice cracked.  His mouth was dry.  I stood looking at him.  He tried again.

     "I'll get a glass of water," I said.  I quickly filled my glass from the tap and picked up a couple of saltine crackers I'd set out on the counter.

     I stood before John and took a sip of the water.  "The water is for me John.  Boys who read private letters deserve to have a dry mouth.  Please eat these saltine crackers John.  You have 2 minutes to eat both of them--if you don't, you'll have 8 lashes with my belt."

     He quickly ate the crackers.  "Now read the letter John."  He couldn't say a word.  His mouth was not able to function.  Tears began flowing down his cheeks.  I just stared at him.

     "I guess we'd better procede with the public humiliation," I said after 2 very long minutes.  "Please stand up and drop your shorts, but leave on your underpants."  He complied.  "Now put your hands behind your head."

     I picked up the bowl of mashed potatoes mixed with the gravy and stood behind John.  I pulled his under pants out and began filling them with the mixture.  He was sobbing.

     I pulled his underpants up snug and rubbed the potatoes into his ass with my hand until I began to see some brownish stain showing through the underpants.  I then pulled up his shorts.

     "Get yourself under control, John, we're going down to Howard Johnson's for dessert."  I pushed him out of the house and walked him down the street--the 7 blocks to the restaurant.  He walked awkwardly in a daze.

     When we got there, we took seats in a booth.  I could see that John was trying not to sit on his pants.  "Please put both hands on the table, John."  He complied.  I thought he would burst into tears again, but seemed to get himself under control."

     When the waitress came, I ordered a dish of coffee ice cream for both of us.  I watched John's face very carefully.  I was prepared for him to get very angry, but he didn't.  He just sat like a zombie.  He seemed to eat his ice cream without tasting it.  Both of us knew that when he stood up this time there would be a dark stain on the back of his shorts.

     "John, I will walk ahead of you.  I'm going to take a leisurely walk home and I want you to walk the same pace I do."  We got up.  John inched his way with his backside to an empty counter. 

     As we left the restaurant, I heard, "Mommy, that man pooped his pants."

     It was a long 20 minutes until we reached home.  I told John to clean up and wash the dishes.  He still said nothing, but immediately complied.  I wondered whether I'd gone too far.  Just as he turned to go to the bathroom I touched his shoulder, turned him around and looked him in the face.  I put my hand gently on his neck.  "John, this is going to be a very difficult week for you.  You will never forget it.  It's funny.  I'm caring more for you all the time.  After dinner tomorrow night we'll have our second physical punishment session."  I gently rubbed his upper arm and kissed him lightly on the forehead.  I then went to my room and closed the door for the night.