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very centre. The floor boards creaked as Sir came towards the figure perched meekly on the edge of the chair. The cane snapped through the silence as it rapped hard against the corners of the desk. The boy jumped, but still didn’t look up.
‘I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of the punishment you’re due.’ The lack of emotion in his voice belied the bulge which had become clearly visible through his trousers.
‘No Sir.’ The bowed head lifted slightly. Deep blue eyes watched the cane as it continually flicked against the side of the desk.
‘You will take up your position.’ Sir swallowed down the desire he felt rising within him at the prospect of punishing his beloved student. His voice remained steady as the young man rose shakily to his feet and turned across the chair, proffering his bare arse.
Sir pushed the hoodie up further, revealing the small of the boys back above the extraordinary pale, but obviously previously whipped buttocks. He traced the exposed crack with the end of his cane, making his target quiver beneath his touch.
The first stroke hit the right cheek, causing his willing victim to yell out in protest, as another harder stroke connected with the other cheek.
‘There is no point in screaming young man. You knew the penalty. Ten strokes on your bare bum.’
Tears shone on the pale face as the eighth lash met its goal. On the ninth stroke his head drooped further over the chair, causing his long blonde hair to cascade out from the fallen baseball cap.
Ten.
Sir stopped and laid his cane down. ‘Stay where you are.’ He quickly divested himself of his trousers and pants and slipped on a condom. He pulled the red bum sharply forwards and impaled himself inside the winking velvet hole, groaning as his pupil simultaneously pushed backwards onto the hard shaft.
Sobbing with pain and lust, the blonde’s tear streaked face bawled out. ‘Fuck me Sir, Fuck me harder!’
‘You are a dirty slut young man!’
‘Yes Sir. I am Sir. Fuck me harder Sir.’’
The master paused. ‘I didn’t hear you say please Bitch.’
‘Please Sir. Please fuck me harder Sir.’
‘You asked for it!’ Sir cried as he scraped the occupied chair against the floor, such was the violence of his thrusts. Sweat prickled across both their backs as Sir pushed himself to the limit before finally shuddering his release into his protégé’s arsehole.
Sir hastily withdrew. ‘You shouldn’t have made me do that you know.’ He wrapped the spent condom into his hanky and threw it into the corner of the room. ‘Let me see if you are obeying my other rules.’
The boy stood up slowly and, steadying himself on the chair, kicked away the clothing from around his ankles. Then he pulled off his hoodie to reveal what was beneath.
‘Good boy.’ The master walked around his pupil admiring the sight before him. The reddened arse; the tight abused anus; the fine slender back and shoulder blades; the stomach without an ounce of excess fat and neatly defined muscles.
The bindings around the pupil’s chest were tightly in place. They had begun to become camouflaged against his flesh now he’d worn them for so long.
The strap-on, again carefully selected to match the pale skin tone, hung, forever erect, just off centre, showing evidence of his weakness in continuing to masturbate as a woman despite his master’s strict orders to the contrary.
That was why the pupil visited this classroom. To learn. To learn how to behave as Sir would wish and, if he was honest, as he truly desired. And he desired it very much indeed.

Chapter Four
    Now and again it is refreshing to come across a story that has been fuelled by genuine affection, not just lust; although there seems to have been plenty of that too.

Studio Girl
    The clothes rack, bedecked with empty hangers had apparently always stood in the corner of the studio. It looked out of place amongst the half painted canvases that lined the walls, and had never had any clothes hanging on it to