Sometimes a boy needs to be punished. greater amount often than not, he’s done something bad, but occasionally lad simply needs to be brought down a peg or 2. Our undergraduates will often develop an air of arrogance as they near the end of their training, and if that takes place, it’s substantive to educate them a lesson in the importance of honoring hierarchy.
My name is Master Kamp, and I’m responsible for disciplining our recruits. Many would describe me as having sadistic tendencies, but it is beyond the shadow of a doubt my unfathomable understanding of human nature and emotions which makes me successful. It’s actual that I am completely uncompromising in my methods, but the fact is, I rarely fail.
I’m in a short time mentoring Master Knox in the art of discipline, and a useful opportunity recently presented itself which enabled me to observe his progress.
We have a somewhat troubled teenage trainee in our ranks: Apprentice Rivers. Accepting him into the fold was beyond question a risk, but, when u make a breakthrough with a boy like that, the results can be deeply rewarding. Regular penalty has become a vital part of his training.
I came to a decision to allow Master Knox to take the lead. I knew I would have pleasure watching him in check. He’s a tall, masculine man with a powerful frame, who is familiar with the importance of being impeccably dressed.
Knox immediately started to remove Rivers’ formal clothing. The boy remained passive but there were subtle signs this guy was nervous and agitated, unsure what to expect from a master he’d never encountered formerly.
I detected a layer of hot excitement from Knox which pleased me. There was a neat ridge running diagonally towards the pocket of his suit pants which implied boy was already severe. A master must enjoy his role and buddy exposed natural showmanship as guy tore the boy’s thong off.
Fellow physically inspected Rivers in a fairly rough-handed manner, which felt suitable, especially when lad began to integrate a sexual element to the proceedings. Teen Rivers was shortly after clearly oscillating between states of fear and unfathomable excited arousal.
Knox started to prepare Disciple Rivers with a unique blend of oils, allowing his large, masculine hands to glide up and down the boy’s shivering flesh. Rivers at once yielded to his new master. Buddy desired to be held, protected, loved. Again, I was pleased.
We use a series of perspex pegs as episode of the discipline regime. They are, essentially, phalluses of varying measurements attached to a long wooden chair, which the boy is expected to tackle one by one. Penalty is just only effective if it exists in the unique space between ache and fun.
Rivers was educated to prepare the smallest peg with lubrication formerly lowering himself down onto it and riding it slowly. The practice was plainly wholly too much pleasurable for him which indicated the peg was too much small, so I taught him to move onto the second…
Dude did as requested, prepping the peg with oil again, before allowing it to puncture him. But, again, it was all too much easy, so we proceeded swiftly.
And so it went with the 3rd peg, and then the fourth. These 2 pegs were a little less comfortable for the pupil and boy showed signs of struggling to take em. I taught Knox to assist, which bloke did by applying pressure to the boy’s shoulders, effectively pushing him down onto the dildos. The fourth peg, in particular, required Knox to apply considerable force.
I was pleased to note that boy began to use his hands to apply pressure to the boy’s mouth. I could watch the outline of the master’s dick throbbing in his tightly-tailored suit pants as lad throttled and massaged the needy boy.
The penultimate peg was ever-likely to cause considerable issues for Rivers. I could see the panic in his innocent eyes as that chub dutifully lubed it up. Knox hovered behindhand the boy as man began to lower himself onto it. It was clearly a challenge and Knox was required to use brute strength to assist.
Rivers whimpered and shivered, repeatedly saying gink couldn’t do it and requiring continual encouragement, yet with one intensive scream, the boy sank all the way down onto the peg. Knox gritted his teeth and prolonged to apply sufficient pressure to keep the boy impaled. I stared fierce at him, proud and somewhat aroused to see him taking such complete control of the situation.
The final peg is generally considered to be unmanageable. In my time using that psycho-sexual form of punishment, it has merely been achieved a handful of times. That Rivers was even in readiness to essay it spoke incredibly well of him. Bloke tentatively prepared it, his face turning pale at the horrifying thought, but made every effort to take it. We were both impressed, but unsurprised when chap ultimately failed.
And failure, of course, means more punishment, which, in that instance, centered around pulling the boy over my knee and smacking his bare ass with the palm of my hand. I made eye-contact once other time with Knox. This is a scene of the discipline regime which boy is less familiar with, so I knew gink would need to observe me carefully.
I started smacking him without a pleasant deal of force, but chap was in a short time whimpering and sniveling. Knox grabbed his face tenderly. These all-important good-cop-bad-cop roles were unthoughtly reversed…
I moved onto a wooden paddle and built up the intensity of the penalty. Some of my blows doubled him over, making him clench and tense. His tiny skin squirmed and convulsed over my knee, yet buddy was rock severe throughout.
I grabbed his dick and squeezed it as I upped the intensity of the paddling, then started to jerk him off. At that point, I was able to in all honesty let him have it, my paddle repeatedly raining down on his immediately bright red ass cheeks. Faster. Stronger. Even faster. Even stronger. The boy was writhing and moaning. My legs widened instinctively. River’s thigh was wriggling over my dick and causing it to harden.
The boy suddenly, and fully unexpectedly, shot his weight. I felt the juices seeping between my fingertips and glanced down to see he’d sprayed all over the place. And once a boy cums, his penalty needs to now end. Fellow must be dismissed without ceremony and left to clean himself up in complete privacy while chap contemplates what he’s learned from the experience.

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