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Breaking in the New Houseboy, Part Four
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Breaking In the New Houseboy, an agony in eight fits.
Fit the Fourth: INTERLUDES
This fit does not describe one memorable day, but several episodes in
the life of a houseboy.
"When did you last clean the sitting room?"
"Yesterday."
"Come here!"
Greg was angry.
"What is that?"
"Uhm ... that's a cobweb."
"Notice anything special about it?"
"No."
"It's dusty. You know what that means, don't you?"
"What does it mean?"
"Cobwebs don't get dusty overnight. That cobweb is at least a
week old. Now, did you really clean in here yesterday?"
"I did! I must have overlooked it."
"Pretty difficult to overlook, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes. OK, so I wasn't as thorough as I should have been."
"Ken, the work you do for me is paying your rent. This is your job.
Why should I give you room and board if you don't do it properly?"
"Greg, please, just because I overlooked a cobweb. I'll be more
careful in the future."
"I'll help you remember that. Go to your room and undress."
"What?"
"I will have to discipline you. Do as you are told."
When Greg arrived, Ken was in his underwear. He was very relieved to
see that Greg was only carrying the light paddle.
"Didn't I tell you to undress? When I tell you to undress, you get
naked, understood?"
"Yes."
"Now undress!"
Ken removed his jockeys and t-shirt. Greg sat on the bed, and pulled
Ken across his knees.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Do you (SMACK) work too much (SMACK) compared to (SMACK) what you
(SMACK) save by (SMACK) living here?"
SMACK
"No."
SMACK
"Do I (SMACK) ask too (SMACK) much of (SMACK) you?"
As this conversation went on and on, Ken found it increasingly
difficult to concentrate on giving the right answers. When Greg
started using the paddle, Ken gave up, and Greg spanked him in
silence. Eventually Ken began begging Greg to stop.
"Stop? (SMACK) I haven't (SMACK) even started (SMACK) yet. I told
(SMACK) you I wouldn't (SMACK) punish you (SMACK) with this, (SMACK)
didn't I? (SMACK) I'm just (SMACK) warming you up, (SMACK) your
punishment (SMACK) comes later."
SMACK
"No! (SMACK) Please, it (SMACK) ouch! (SMACK) it hurts so!"
SMACK
"Hurts? (SMACK) You wait. (SMACK) I'll show you (SMACK) hurts."
When Greg put down the paddle at last, he asked Ken:
"Must we get out the horse, or will you behave in here."
"I'll behave."
"Good. Now kneel on the floor and lean over the bed."
The belt Greg was wearing had its usual place not in his wardrobe,
but in he cupboard with the paddles. It was considerably heavier
than the spanking strap. Not as broad, but thicker and much longer.
Greg now took it off.
"Your punishment will be ten strokes from this. Count the blows
out loud."
WHACK
"Yeeoooow! Please, not ten of those!"
Ken covered his ass with his hands.
"How many was that?"
"One."
"Do we get out the horse now?"
Ken moved his hands.
WHACK
"Ow! Two."
WHACK
"Stop! Please stop! It's too much!"
He covered his ass again.
"Move those hands. Now!"
After a short wait, Greg swung the belt three times in quick
succession. The first blow landed on Ken's upper thighs, the
second on the back of his hands, causing him to jerk them away,
the third on his unprotected ass.
"How many was that?"
"I don't know."
"That was three."
No response.
"Say three!"
"Three."
WHACK
"Four."
WHACK
"Ooooo! Five, please, please ..."
WHACK
"Ouch! Six. Enough! Plea..."
WHACK
"Ouch. Seven."
WHACK
"Oooooo! Eight."
WHACK
"Nine."
WHACK
"Ten."
"That's it. You are forgiven. No, stay there. Just to show you that
I really do forgive you."
Greg massaged Ken's ass, first the whole ass, but soon concentrating on
the hole. He lubed up the hole and thrust in his dick. Ken was
feeling really hot in more ways than one. Hesitatingly, he moved his
hand to his dick.
"Yes! Go on. Jerk off."
He pumped his dick while Greg fucked him. Greg came first, he stayed
in and hugged Ken, and took over the stroking of his dick. When Ken
had come, they lay cuddling for some time.
************
Next day.
When Greg came home at 11:20, Ken was waiting for him.
"I've got something to show you."
He took him into the dining room. There was a very elaborate meal
on the table, the hot dishes now cold, the ice cream warm. Two
places had been set, one had been used.
"Oh no, did you make all that?"
"That was a reconciliation dinner."
"I'm sorry. I had a dinner with a client. It had been arranged for
more than a month. I did call."
"You called at 7:30. You promised to be home at six! You knew I
would be home by four. You could have called then."
"I forgot. I said I'm sorry, what more can I do?"
"So that's it? When I overlook a cobweb I get spanked, when you
let me stand here alone with a candlelight dinner, you're sorry, and
that's it?"
Ken was very angry.
"Oh, so that's the way it is, is it? We'll take care of that right
away."
With the determination Ken had learned to dread, Greg walked to the
cupboard with the spanking tools and got out the strap Ken had felt
several times.
"Do you want this one or something heavier?"
"Greg, please, be fair."
"That's exactly what I am. Fair. Do you need something heavier?"
"No!"
"As you wish. Come here."
Together they placed an armchair with the back against the coffee
table. Greg handed Ken the strap. Ken's jaw dropped as he watched
Greg strip, leaving only his socks, kneel on the armchair, bend
over the back, and rest his arms and forehead on the coffee table.
"Aren't you going to use that thing?"
"Uhm er."
"Do I or don't I deserve a spanking?"
Ken let the strap fall on Greg's bottom.
"No no no."
Greg got up and took the strap.
"Like this"
He hit the chair, then gave the strap back. Ken hit the chair.
"That's right. Easy, isn't it?"
He knelt again.
WHACK
"You can do better than that."
WHACK
"Ouch! That hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"It's supposed to hurt, you nitwit"
Greg wanted him angry? He could play that game.
"Nitwit, am I?"
WHACK
"My 12 year old niece hits harder than that."
"She does?"
The shock in Ken's voice was too much. Greg couldn't help giggling.
"Ken! How would I know?"
WHACK
"Ha! Do you think that hurts?"
"I don't hear you laughing anymore."
WHACK
"Ow! That's more like it. You can do better than that, though."
WHACK
"OOWWW! You've got it."
WHACK
"Ow! That's it. Now let me have what I deserve."
Apart from the occasional ouch and ow, Greg didn't speak again. How
much did he deserve? Last time he had strapped Ken, he had gone on for
a long, long time. Ken decided to do the same. Strapping Greg felt
really good. Ken did not notice exactly when his dick rose. Greg's
behind was very slow in changing color. It was a deep crimson when it
occurred to Ken that what felt like a long, long time might depend on
what side of the strap you're on. How long had he been going on?
Ken found that very hard to estimate. Longer than Greg had ever
strapped him, he concluded. Probably a lot longer. He dropped the
strap on the sofa.
"Get up!"
Greg obeyed. Ken hugged him.
"You are forgiven."
How hot those buns felt!
"That dinner must have meant a lot to you."
"Not really. Oh Greg! I'm sorry! I just went on and on. It felt
so good."
"It does, doesn't it?"
"Why didn't you ask me to stop?"
"I didn't dare."
"Dare? What was you afraid of?"
"That you'd stop."
"You didn't want me to stop?"
"Of course I did! I wanted you to stop, but I wanted you to decide
for yourself when to stop."
"Does it hurt much?"
"Yes. Are you in the mood for a little fun?"
He groped at Ken's dick, which was straining against the cloth of his
pants. Ken noticed that Greg's was far from limp.
"Yes."
"This is something I have been too shy to ask for."
"You!? Shy!?"
"Take off your pants."
"Greg! You've never been shy about telling me to take off my pants."
"Just do it."
Ken obeyed. He was not surprised when Greg picked up the strap. If
he had ever deserved a strapping, it was now. Only he was still sore
from yesterday. Should he ask Greg to wait a few days? Would he?
Much to Ken's relief, Greg put the strap on one of the chairs.
"Sit there."
Ken sat in the middle of the sofa. Greg took his knees, pried his
legs slightly apart, and lay down with his dick between Ken's thighs.
"Squeeze."
Ken squeezed Greg's dick between his legs.
"Now spank me."
Ken brought his open hand down on Greg's red, hot bottom. Then he
did it again. Greg starting fucking his thighs in a slow rhythm, Ken
fell into the same rhythm, his hand meeting Greg's butt each time it
rose. As Greg picked up speed, Ken gave up this and spanked him in
a steady rhythm independent of the Greg's fucking motions. When he
felt something wet and warm between his legs, he kept spanking. When
Greg lay exhausted across his laps, he still kept spanking. Greg just
lay there and took the blows.
"You ordered me to spank you, you tell me when to stop."
"You can stop when you want to."
Ken stopped. Greg got up and led him to the master bedroom.
************
About a month later.
Greg came rushing into the dining room before Ken had picked himself
off the floor.
"What was that? Are you hurt?"
Ken flexed his right elbow, which had taken most of the impact.
"No, I'm all right."
"What happened."
"The stepladder toppled. I leaned too far."
Greg looked at the wreckage.
"Of all the junk on those shelves, you had to brake this vase."
"Is it very valuable?"
"Not any more."
"I am sorry. It was an accident."
"Some accidents are more accidental than others. You broke this
because you were too lazy to go down and move the ladder, didn't you?"
"If you want to put it that way."
"It's the truth, isn't it?"
"It was an accident."
"Isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I am very disappointed. I will have to punish you severely this time.
Go to your room and put on your houseboy's outfit."
To Ken it seemed a long wait before Greg appeared. He was carrying the
medium paddle. Without a word, he sat down and started spanking. He
didn't go on very long, Ken was hardly feeling hot in the butt when he
picked up the paddle. Now he did go on for a long time. Ken had
decided not to beg or complain, but that paddle wore away his resolve.
"Please Greg, I'm very sorry. Can't we stop now."
"You'll be a lot sorrier before I'm finished with you."
He stopped paddling.
"Just to show you how angry I am, there will be no hanky panky tonight,
is that understood?"
"Yes."
Ken didn't like that at all. Greg resumed paddling. Ken managed to
to take it with dignity. When Greg finally stopped, Ken felt like
he was sitting on a hot stove.
"Now come here!"
They went into the dining room. So that was what had taken so long.
Greg had set up the horse. Across one end lay the belt he had used
on Ken the last time he had punished him.
"Greg, please, not that belt."
"There are worse things."
"There are?"
"You'll find out."
He fastened him to the horse, then he whipped him with the belt. No
set number, no counting or anything, he just let the blows hail down
on Ken's ass.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Stop! It's too much!"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"That hurts!"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Greg! Please!"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"I'm sorry!"
Ken was really worried. Greg would usually answer him. Now he just
spanked in silence. That was always a sign that he was really angry.
WHACK WHACK
"I'll be more OOWW!! more careful! I promise! Stop!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"And now for something worse."
"Worse! No! Greg, please!"
Greg went to the cupboard. He returned with a paddle, a bit larger
than the one he had used on Ken a moment ago. This one had a lot
of holes in it.
SMACK
"Aaaaaa! No! Can't you use something else?"
"I could. Remember the heavy paddle?"
"Yes! Use that in stead!"
"I've got one just like it, only with holes."
"No!"
"Yes I do. Should I use that one?"
"NO!"
SMACK
"Oooow! Please don't! Please, please!"
SMACK
"Yeeow! Stop! It's enough. It's too much!"
SMACK
"That hurts!"
"Yes it does, doesn't it?"
SMACK
"Ow!"
SMACK
"Stop! I'll do anything! Only stop."
"You don't have to do anything. We're done."
"Oh thank you Greg."
Greg got a piece thin rope. He released Ken from the horse and tied
his cuffs together. Then he pulled him by the rope to his room, where
he had Ken lie on the bed. He tied the cuffs to a ring on the bed.
"Now you can think about what you have done."
Ken was able to get his fingers on the knot that tied the rope to the
bed, and Greg had not told him not to untie it, but he didn't dare.
It seemed very long before Greg returned.
"Have you thought about what you did?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"I'm sorry. It was wrong. I should have known that that's the way
accidents happen."
"Good."
Greg untied the knot that fixed him to the bed. He dragged him into
the dining room. The horse was gone. Dinner was on the table, which
was set for two.
"I forgive you."
He untied him.
"Sit down."
Ken sat. He jumped up with a yelp.
"Paddles with holes will do that to you."
He sat gingerly. It was still far from pleasant.
"Have you really got a heavy paddle with holes?"
"Yes."
"You won't use it on me, will you?"
"Not unless you deserve it."
HERE ENDS FIT THE FOURTH
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