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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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A week went past and I heard nothing further from Stuart. I was starting to think it had been a one off. The logical part of my mind hoped that was the case. The submissive part of my mind could not stop thinking about how effectively Stuart had taken control. Much to my shame I still felt aroused, when I reflected on being naked in his house, wanking as he watched.
Even the act of licking my own cum off his desk seemed horny now, although at the time I felt humiliation and not at all aroused by that part. Once my balls are empty my libido drops like a stone.
Maybe he was teaching me a one off lesson, about the foolishness of sharing explicit images of myself on line. Like a Headmaster dealing with a foolish student.
Friday night the text came. "Rob I want you here at 10am Saturday morning. Cut the grass front and back and do the edges properly this time.
He knew most of my neighbours in the Close, would be home at that time on a weekend. They would see me cutting his grass.
I thought for a couple of minutes, then came another text from him, a photo attachment, showing me kneeling at the edge of his lawn picking up the clippings from the edge. With a message, Dont be late.
I had no recollection of him using a phone that day but understood the message.
I turned up on Saturday morning as instructed. Stuart met me at the door. "Come in Rob, take your boots off. Now I have left the equipment you need out the back. I am off to the gym. I will be back by midday. I expect everything to be finished properly by the time I return. Put the mower and tools away and wait for me in the garage. If you are still working outside and haven't finished I will cane your arse for you. Pick up your boots and get started, because I love using my cane on a novice arse ".
I had little option but to get on with my job. Half way through the mower ran out of fuel, I had to hurry back round to my house to find some petrol. I took the precaution of cutting the edges to the lawns first this time, but I was still cutting the front lawn when Stuart drove back into the Close.
He got out of his car and stood watching me finish the front lawn. As I pushed the mower back round to the back of the house, he followed me. He spoke with calm authority. "Make sure the mower and tools are clean, then put them away. I am going into the house. I will come back down to the garage in five minutes, I want you to be in the garage, bollock naked. Your clothes neatly folded in a pile on the work bench."
Once again I found myself following his instructions, unsure what would happen this time. As I stripped off naked and stood barefoot on the concrete floor of his garage, I was feeling more nervous than aroused. It was at least ten minutes before Stuart returned, dressed smart after his trip to the gym, looking irritatingly smart and masculine in his check shirt, beige Chinos and tan leather shoes. He looked at my nakedness and walked to the back of his Classic Racing Green MG Roadster. He opened the boot, "Bring your clothes and put them in the boot" I did as I was told feeling a little naughty and less nervous. As I was about to put my clothes and work boots into the open boot, I noticed a thin piece of cane lying on the base of the boot, "Put your stuff in there and pick up the cane" As I obeyed I picked up the cane, I could see and feel it was the genuine article, an old style Headmaster's cane for corporal punishment. Stuart closed the boot lid, took out a set of keys and locked the boot.
"I told you I would cane your arse, if you weren't finished by midday. It took you two hours ten minutes for a job that only takes me an hour and twenty minutes. You can't even be professional mowing a lawn" I started to explain I ran out of fuel. He interrupted "Shut up or you will get two strokes of the cane for every extra minute it took you to finish your work, open your mouth".
As my mind calculated Stuart was intending to cane me ten times, I opened my mouth, he pulled a pair of men's briefs from his pocket and proceeded to stuff them into my mouth. "I wore these this morning at the gym, specially for you" They were still warm, I realised I could smell the masculine scent of his dick and balls, as my mouth was stuffed with his used underpants. It made my cock twitch. "They will help you stay quiet when I cane your arse, we don't want them to hear the Unprofessional Pig squealing do we?"
He stood me naked at the front of the MG. "You are going to put your shins against the front crome bumper, then carefully lean forward over the bonnet of the car, do it carefully because I will thrash you if you damage this car,thats it lean forward now, reach out with your arms either side and grip the top edge of the bonnet firmly with your hands. Carefully dont put too much weight on the bonnet, if you damage it I will take it out of your wages and you will be in debt to me"
The cold paintwork of the metal bonnet was like ice cubes on my naked flesh. My cock had still managed to get firm and was pressed firmly between my body and the paintwork of Stuart's car. I was carefully trying not to put my full weight on his precious bonnet determined not to cause any damage. I was aware Stuart stood immediately behind me observing my spreadeagled body on his car. My naked arse on full display.
Then I felt something lightly touch my inner thigh, it felt like the cane being moved lightly up my inner thigh towards my arse. "Spread your legs Pig" I struggled to widen my legs. "Thats better I can see your balls now". He moved the tip of the cane up my right inner thigh, across my balls and lightly over my buttocks, then he slowly ran the point of the cane down the crack of my arse, to my balls.
"I am going to give you ten strokes of the cane for your slow work today. Its what is necessary before I pay you. Take each stroke like a man, dont try and get up, or I will not give you your clothes back. Remember dont damage the bonnet"
I heard Stuart move behind me, there was a pause about a minute, I was not sure what was happening. Then I felt him put the length of the cane across my buttocks, I shivered, it happened quickly but also sounded like slow motion in my mind. I felt the cane removed from my buttocks, then a long swishing sound in my ears. The cane, struck my arse with such incredible force that I was not sure what happened, my body went rigid as the biting pain shot through me, I instinctively gripped the bonnet with my hands and felt my cock pushed firmly into the metal of the car bonnet. I bit down hard on Stuart's underpants in my mouth, letting out a muffled yell of rage, that sounded more like a high pitched squeal. Saliva and drool in my mouth that I swallowed too. My body shook and trembled. The pain across my arse cheeks was like a hot iron.
"That's it squeal I knew you would. I like you to have a rest between each stroke mind, give you time to recover between each one. Only nine more to go. Oh you better not let your beautiful wife see your arse for a good few weeks, these marks will take time to fade. You will find as the stinging eases off your little cock will stiffen slightly. Are you feeling ready yet for the next one? "
My cock did begin to swell again but I began to tremble anticipating when Stuart would give me the second stroke.
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More to come no doubt!!
