Big-Eared Master - Part 6

Author: Thomas de Sade T_de_Sade@hotmail.com

John was eating breakfast when I entered the kitchen on the 5th day of his punishment.  Looking at John, I realized that punishment was only a small part of what was happening in our relationship.  I now understood that I wanted to control John completely.  I felt calm, self-assured and excited when he complied with my requests. 

     I had learned so much about what it meant to be a master.  Intuitively, I was making mostly right choices in dealing with John.  But I had learned so much.  I had learned that it was most important to control John's attitude.  Mastery wasn't just making a guy do something because he feared the belt  mastery was about an intimacy that involved absolute submission.

     "John, would you please make me some oatmeal while I shave?" I said.

     John jumped up from the table.  "Yes sir."  I could tell that he was fulfilling some very deep need by serving me completely.  I realized that I needed to push the control to other areas in the next couple of days.

     I walked over to John and rubbed his neck.  "You are becoming such a fine boy," I said.  I had never used the word "boy" before, and John was 2 years older than me, but it felt right.  "I am so pleased with your attitude and your willingness to serve me.  Something is happening between us.  We can talk about it when the punishment week is over.  You understand that we will continue the punishment."

     "Yes, sir."

     As I was eating the cereal, John stood waiting for my command.  I smiled at him and asked him to sit down.   "John, I'll be in the library all day.  I want you to follow a routine that I will set for you.  First, tell me if you have any obligations to fulfill today."

     "No sir."  He smiled, "Except, of course, the obligation to accept your punishment tonight."

     "Well John, you need more discipline in your life.  I've noticed that you're not doing much to prepare for your exams.  You also allow yourself to eat too much junk food.  You need to lose some weight."

     He looked down at his hands that were resting on the table.  "Please look at me when I speak to you John.  And stop feeling sorry for yourself.  I'm going to begin correcting these things, John."

     I specifically told him what he could and could not eat for lunch and snack.  He was going to begin a diet.  I took a bag of potato chips and threw them in the garbage to make my point.  I rarely ate that sort of food.  "You will comply with this, John?"

     "Yes sir."  He swallowed and was about to say something.

     "What is it John?"

     "Nothing, sir.  I will eat what you tell me and do what you tell me, sir."

     I wrote a schedule on a sheet of paper--when he would begin seriously preparing for his comprehensive exams, when he would clean the living room, when he could have 1 hour to relax.  I even scheduled his bathroom breaks.  "If you do not follow this in detail, John, you will receive extra lashes tonight."

     As I went off to the library, I wondered what would happen at the end of the week of punishment.  I wondered whether John and I could possibly go back to the relationship we had before.  I knew I cared for John, but I didn't think that I wanted the relationship to become a permanent one.  I was more excited by my discovery that I was a "master," than anything else.

     John seemed very relaxed when I got home.  Clearly the strict schedule agreed with him.  I asked him about his work.  He said he had made more progress than he had in the last 2 weeks.  I complimented him on the fine job he did, cleaning the living room.  He beamed when I put my arm around his shoulder.  Yes I was learning what it meant to be a master.  It's not just punishment--it's also encouragement.

     We ate dinner together.  I steered the conversation toward literature--John would be getting a degree in that field.  I think John almost forgot about the punishment session that would follow dinner.

     When we finished dinner, I told John to do the dishes and then go prepare himself for punishment--take a shower, shave, and wear only his bathrobe to the kitchen.

     I went into my room and shut the door.  I would read and come out in an hour.

     When I walked into the kitchen, John was kneeling on the floor in his bathrobe.  I walked behind him and rubbed his shoulders.  "We are getting close to the end of this week, John.  You have done very well.  Please go and get the chair from the living room that we used last time."

     When John returned, I asked him to kneel on the cushion, facing the back of the chair.  I made him spread his legs so they were against the chair's arms.  I kneeded his ass and spread some olive oil on it.

     I made him arch his back by having him look at a calendar that was on the wall by his head.  His ass rose nicely in the chair.  "We will try out the new whip and riding crop that we bought yesterday, John."

     I let the small cat rest on his ass.  Then two blows to both cheeks--Thwack, Thwack.  I was swinging it fairly lightly, but John still gasped.  I continued with light blows until his ass began to turn red and I could tell by his twisting and movement that he was having trouble staying in place.  I then put down the whip.

     "Now John, we'll try the riding crop."  I rubbed his ass gently for a few minutes to calm him down.  "Please count to ten with me, John."

     Sharp stinging blows began to fall on his ass.  John couldn't help yelping after each.  I waited until the pain began to subside before taking him to new heights of pain.  After 6 blows, I could tell that 10 was probably too much after the working of his ass with the "cat."  So the last 4 were considerably lighter.

     "Thank you sir for punishing me," John said immediately.

     "John, we're not through yet.  You will take one blow with the belt."  I knew that I had made a mistake in giving the 4 very light blows with the riding crop and would make up for my mistake.

     John began shaking and pleading.  "John, please accept this as a gift from your master and stop whining."  He immediately stopped talking, but continued shaking.

     I became very particular about positioning him just right in the chair.  I would give him one very hard blow with the belt and I wanted him to feel it.  But, I think there's something psychologically important about being very particular about the positioning.

     I let the belt rest on his ass.  The coolness of the leather would soon turn to heat.  I pulled back and let him have an extremely hard blow.  He was completely undone and jumped out of the chair.  I made him get back into it, and rubbed him soothingly.  I was ready to put aloe on it and did so.  I talked gently to him, telling him that he should be proud of serving his master so well.  By the time John went to bed, I could tell that he was very calm.