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I’ve always tried so hard to behave myself. My mother always told ı was a people-pleaser, and ı guess she’s not wrong. I try to look smart. I try to be helpful. I try to listen and to learn. The trouble is ı just ’t appear to be to receive things right. Sometimes ı feel that the harder ı try, the greater amount likely ı am to end up in trouble. To make matters worse, almost any of the time ı just don’t know what ı’ve done wrong, and it’s impossible to learn from your mistakes if u don’t know what these mistakes are. I was informed yesterday evening that disciplinary act was required as a result of my new behavior. No greater quantity information was given. I was simply said to report to duty fastened at 9pm. Of course, ı spent the entire night and all of the day this day worrying about what ı’d done, trying to replay each darned conversation ı’d ever had with duty fastened in an attempt to figure out why ı’d been summoned. By the time ı reached the chamber, ı was a mess. Duty fastened, unsurprisingly, told no thing. He just sat on a red chair in the darkened room and beckoned me over to him, unfathomable disappointment etched all over his stylish face. He just now said me to remove my panties and ı did so, obediently, trying to control my nerves cuz my hands just wouldn’t stop shaking. I stood for a pont of time or 2, unbending with fear, as the taskmaster looked up at me, assessing my torture. Then that guy said me to lie across his lap. For a split second ı couldn’t make myself move. I instantly realized that that guy was going to taste me—just like they did in the olden days. The thought of his massive hands pelting down on my body was terrifying beyond words. I took a unfathomable breath and tentatively moved towards his lap, somewhat clumsily lying face down on top of it. I was instantly engulfed by wafts of a charming scent which was coming from under his raiment. I was so profoundly sorry that it was duty tied whom ı’d let down. I have so much respect for him. It sounds insane coz the dude was about to discipline me, but there was smth comforting about the prospect. He’s so tall and important and ı felt so tiny and insignificant, ı just wanted to hold him. He ran his biggest hand over my a-hole cheeks. It felt as though this guy were sizing me up, trying to work out where to land his blows. My body began to tense up as ı started to imagine just how painful it was going to be. He was wearing big rings on his fingers. Would they cut into me? Make me ? I felt his shlong stiffening in his panties and starting to shove into my abdomen. It was clear that this guy was turned on by the thought of punishing me and ı was unsure about how to process that information. He then spent what appeared to be like an age running his hand over my a-hole and down onto my haunches. His movements felt inquisitive, like this chab was somehow fascinated by the shape of my body. Terrified as ı was, ı ’t deny that the experience was likewise a little arousing, and that sensation brought with it a unfathomable sense of shame. I heard myself letting out a series of moans, wishing all of this could be happening in different circumstances; but, simultaneously aware that it was the nature of this specific circumstance which was oddly fuelling my raunchy passion. I’ve seldom felt so conflicted. Every time ı tried to look up, that guy shoved me back down. I longed to undo my tie. I felt like ı was about to pass out. There was a pause. And then, thwack, his hand made contact with my gazoo. It wasn’t against in natures garb flesh. I was still in my clothing. But it sent a shockwave throughout my body. I don’t think it hurt. To be honest, likewise much adrenaline was surging throughout me to be able to tell. It of course tingled afterward. I tensed up awaiting for some other hit, but instead, this guy shoved his hand below my raiment and soothingly ran it over my stripped gazoo cheeks. The sensation was fine. It instantly made me feel safe, despite what had just happened. I tightly held onto duty bound’s leg, realizing that ı could neither predict what was going to happen next, nor anticipate how ı would react to it. He shoved a finger hard into my gap. It made me yelp; greater amount, ı suspect, out of shock, than cuz it hurt. At the same time, ı felt his schlong twitching against my abdomen afresh. It was large—very large—and ı suddenly discovered myself obsessing over the thought of it entering me. If that guy wanted me, this guy could have me. I would pursue a huge of a fellow like duty tied to the end of the world if this guy asked me to. He smacked me anew. Then afresh, harder this time. My body began to hum with anticipation. He instructed me to stand and to remove my shirt and tie. I jumped to my feet, instantly obeying his orders, aware, for the 1st time, that ı was rock hard and tenting like insane in my semi-see-through clothes. I instantly became engulfed with shame afresh. Surely ı wasn’t meant to be getting off on this torment? He would be horrified to think that it had that effect on me, right? I stood in my garmets as that guy glanced down at my knob. I was about to apologize, when that guy reached out and prodded it with his finger, stating what appeared to be so horribly obvious, that ı was getting aroused. I said him that ı was sorry. He nodded, likewise unfathomable in thought to reply. Then that guy instructed me to acquire back down over his lap and ı did as asked. I felt him picking smth up from the floor. I didn’t dare to look around to watch what it was, but it felt cold as this chab ran it over my arse. Then this chab struck me with it. It need to have been made from wood. It was hard and it hurt, but in a worthwhile way. Then this guy poked my clothes down and my blood started to run cold. The thought of whatsoever that guy was holding striking undressed flesh was one ı wasn’t at all sure about. I felt his dong tenting against my belly and then the weight of the object slamming against my arse cheek. It stung. It shocked me. But as in a short time as the initial surprise had dissipated, ı was willing for it to happen another time. I did not have to expect lengthy. He hit me harder this time, and as this guy struck me for a 3rd time, ı realized my schlong had started to squirt pre-cum onto his dress panties. He ordered me to stand one time anew and to remove all of my garments, in advance of commanding me to lie back down on his lap. He held my neck with one of his hands and used the other to grab me by my balls. He squeezed and tugged me until ı was gasping uncontrollably, my entire body writhing in intensive spasms of one as well as the other ache and ecstasy, my jock still twitching jets of pre-cum into his haunch. He continued to taste me with increasing intensity, but then changed his tactic and began to rub me with oil. It felt soothing as this chab ran it into the areas which were somewhat sore from the smacking, but then this guy began to poke his fingers into my aperture once more. Duty tied then said me to sit on his lap facing him, my exposed legs wrapped around his body. Then this guy tilted me backwards, so my head was on the floor. He carefully removed his ring in advance of covering his hand in oil which this guy oozed all over my rock hard dong, absentmindedly toying with it in advance of shoving his chubby finger unfathomable into my aperture. Then that guy very carefully removed a clear toy from a dark velvet bag. I instantly knew this guy was going to shove it into me and this chab did so casually and out of warning. It was gripping. Intense. Beautiful. I submitted, entirely to him. He could do whatsoever this chab wanted to me. He jerked me off with one hand as that guy continued to thrust the object in and out of my twitching gap with increasing speed. I looked up at him, smart as a button in his dress and tie, barely breaking into a sweat as ı writhed and snaked about beneath him. He said me that this chab wanted me to cum for him. I grabbed my oil-covered jock and started to tug at it, despairing to extend the feelings of unfathomable gratification for as lengthy as ı could in advance of reaching big o. Then, just like that, ı exploded. I felt a rush of absolute bliss surging throughout my body as the sex cream discharged out of me, all over my chest, my legs quivering uncontrollably. I lay on the floor, trying to comprehend what had just happened, trying to understand if ı’d been punished or rewarded, trying to fathom why ı was now feeling so intensely connected to duty fastened and so, so hopeless to be with him another time
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