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I had spent the last ten minutes choking on Boss's foot . For the last month Thursdays had been devoted to paying attention to Boss's feet and his footwear. I had cleaned and eaten the contents of the soles of some 15 pairs of boots. Encouraged to ensure that every lump of muck was eaten, with the ever present threat it would be the only thing Boss would allow me to eat that day.
It was also the day I looked forward to most as it was a time I was able to serve Boss directly. I still denied the pleasure of having his cock in my mouth, but after an extended session I knew I would have the pleasure of my head lying on his leg breathing in his muskiness.
As I lay there , he lay his hand on the back of my neck, massaging it firmly, he began to speak.
A change of plan tomorrow. You need a break from VIP urinal duty. And you've brought in 20,000 Euros, so you've earned your keep for the week. Grabbing my hair he lifted my head, smiling he wiped the tip of his cock with the thumb of his other hand.
He offered it to me and I began to suck greedily, the thumb was joined by one then two fingers. Fucking my mouth with his fingers I began to choke and drool. I lifted my eyes and looked at him with thanks.
So tomorrow.
Rich and Dieter will be taking charge of you. I've agreed they can have you until lunchtime on Saturday. So there'll be no need for Gunter to get up to see if you have been deposited outside the front door.
That will deserve an extra twenty beatings tonight I think. Agree? He had stopped fucking my mouth, but his hand was still in my throat. I nodded. He forced his fingers in further. I Can't hear you. Do you agree that giving Gunter an extra half hour in bed on Saturday means you should get an extra twenty whacks.
Yes Boss I struggled to answer as his thick fingers turned into a fist .
That's better. You've got until 6 pm tomorrow to think about how you will cope with them.
18 hours of being the property of skins. Worried? You should be,
That evening I crawled from my sleeping area and approached Boss as he watched TV. I stopped so I was on his eyeline, but did not disturb his view.
He looked across, and indicated it was ok to get closer. I knelt down and kissed his bare feet.
Yes? Boss, may I have my beatings please?
Boss had recently introduced a system where I had to ask for the beatings. He would announce over dinner how many I would get as part of my taking Gunters punishment, in addition to my own .
Thirty for Gunter, thirty for me, plus the additional twenty as a reward for letting Gunter have a lie in.
As Boss reached for a paddle, he spoke. 80 sounds a bit wrong. Let's round it up to 100.
What do you say, I took a deep breath. Boss it is for you to decide, and me to accept. I lowered myself and kissed his feet in gratitude.
Boss looked at the paddle. On second thoughts, He put the paddle down. Let's use this. He waved a switch in the air He stood, I remained motionless waiting for an instruction to get into position No instruction came, ten swift swots of the switch, each one accompanied by an intake of breath.
Bending down he pulled my collar , he directed me to lean into the sofa, my head deep within the cushion, the warm of his body still evident, my nostrils flared at the scent of leather. He moved my arms and they were spread horizontally across the sofa. Ten whacks
That's the round up out of the way
His hand rubbed the flesh on my butt, followed by three hard slaps. He leaned forward, only the ones from the switch count tonight.
The next thirty whacks were evenly spaced out My face firmly planted in the seat of the sofa stifled my screams.
Boss pulled my collar ,and dragged me on to the floor. Kicking my arms and legs so they were both splayed out. 15 whacks landed on the side of my left buttcheek, he stepped over me, another fifteen on my right. I was screaming in pain.
Good slave, you know how much I like knowing that I'm inflicting pain on you .
Want some more. Thirty to go. I sobbed , finding it difficult to get a word out. I'll take that as a Yes. Stand. I struggled to get up my eyes full of tears, my nose full of snot. Quickly As I struggled to get my balance, he smacked me with the palm of his hand. Fuck. I involuntarily exclaimed. What? Sorry Boss. You should be? He smacked me again, His hand remained on my butt and began to massage it. Stay still. Breathe in, and stick that butt out. One Two Three Four Five
Hands off, he used the tip of the switch to swat the hands that I had just moved back to protect my arse, it felt as if it was on fire.
Six Seven Eight Nine
The sobbing began again Hands out I obeyed, fearing the worst. Boss placed the switch on my open palms. Stay still. Hold that until you are ready for the remaining 21 .
I watched as he walked into the hallway. I could hear him in the kitchen. Laughing. My arms and legs were getting stiff, my butt was on fire. I tried to focus, knowing that soon I would be kissing his feet and thanking him
I watched as the second hand moved on the clock. It was at least 8 minutes before he returned.
In his hand he had a mug of coffee. He lifted it up as if saying cheers, and lifted the switch of its resting place. He set it under my palms and lifted it up forcing my arms to go off the horizontal. He moved it back onto my palms and pushed down.
He tapped my left hand then my left thigh , I moved my hand to where he had instructed, and he repeated it with the right. He the mug down, and moved closer, he put his arm around me, and in my ear asked,
Ready? Yes Boss I whispered He blew in my ear. Good boy.
TEN Eleven Twelve Thirteen
He rested, as I took deep breaths, trying to not cry
Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen
Shhh It's almost over. You are doing well
Eighteen Nineteen Twenty
Another rest. Ready for the final Ten. I nodded. He rubbed my arse, gently
The next ten were rapid and quick-fire, so quick I didn't register them all.
Thirty.
That's it all over.
He walked back to his chair. Turn round. He motioned with his finger for me to join him. I fell to my knees and crawled over. He tapped his thigh, I placed my head there, the last forty minutes or so going through my mind.
He offered me his thumb, I began to suckle. You are worth every cent I paid for you. And you took an extra ten beatings without complaining. I looked up, I caught his eye. How many whacks of the switch did I assign earlier.
100 Boss How many did I give? 100 Boss No 110, you obviously can't cry and count at the same time I'm going to take advantage of that.
He ruffled my hair ,
Stand, He stood , I looked up at him, smiling he grabbed my head and gave me a deep kiss. Now go and rest. You have 18 hours of skinhead service tomorrow, you need as much sleep as you can get.