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I could hear the tapping of Boss riding crop against his boot. I had spent the last hour cleaning the soles of the DMs I had worn when serving the skinheads the previous night. Boss and made it clear that he expected every single crevice of the treads to be cleaned, and more importantly swallowed.
As I licked them clean I began to think what I had trodden in . Pools of piss, stale and fresh, discarded cigarette butts, used condoms, puddles of cum, and lube. All now mixed with my saliva and settling in the pit of my stomach. Thought's interrupted by the sound of Boss's approach.
As he entered the room I dropped the boot on the floor and supplicated myself in readiness. I screamed as the crop made contact with my arse.
He stopped, but I remained in place. My face is buried in the carpet of his bedroom. Missed a bit. He yanked up my head, my right boot was in my immediate eyeline, a small speck of much still visible in the heel. He dropped the boot and my head. "Another forty whacks" I think "Count them " "One, Boss" No let's start from one. And from the beginning. "Forty Boss." I could barely get the final half dozen out as I counted out through the sobs. Thirty eight, Boss, Thirty Nine Boss. Forty Boss"
The pain in my butt was intense, still sobbing Boss lifted me up and took me in his arms That's a good boy, cry for me. He held me tight as I sobbed, then as they subsided. He pushed me on to my knees.
He pointed to the clock besides his bed. Keep your eyes focussed on that.
Forty five minutes passed. Boss signalled his approach , the sound of the crop against his leather boot. I continued to look forward at the clock. Soon his leather clad groin obscured the view, He pulled my head forward and I inhaled deeply, the smell of leather was so comforting. Ready? He asked.
I nodded, my head still buried in his crotch. He released me and took a step back. I resumed my position of supplication. This time let's count down from fifty
This scene repeated itself every hour or so, until when he returned into the bedroom, he instructed me to stand.
His gloved hand rubbed my arse, I winced. You've done well. Almost over for today. He stood behind me and began to kiss my neck hard. My head fell back as the ecstasy ran through my body. He stopped. Thank You Boss I whispered.
He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and began to gently guide me away from the spot where I had spent the last five hours. I was facing a blank wall, blank save for a St Andrew's cross.
Like it ? He asked. Decided I needed something new to brighten up the room. I was soon shackled to it. Boss opened a window and the cool early evening air fell against my body.
So how many this time? Beatings,
Ninety Boss? I answered Correct but, Ninety is such a strange number, Let's round it up shall we. An extra ten for being so well behaved.
Yes Boss. One hundred Boss. I was looking straight ahead, waiting. When Boss turned my head to the right . He moved so I could look directly into his face. He smiled, as he put on a Muir cap, and from the chair next to him lifted a flogger.
He moved the base of the handle to me , a purse of his mouth was the only instruction I needed. I kissed it. He [place a finger to his lips. No words were needed as I silently mouthed. Thank You Boss.
He removed one of his gloves, he pointed to his mouth, opened it and pointed to mine. I opened and he put in the glove.
Don't want to excite the neighbours, too much with your screams It was at first a relief that my buttcheeks were not the focus of this beating, but that relief was short lived as I silently counted twenty. Only eighty to go. By forty the tears began to stream down my eyes, by fifty the glove was on the floor.
Final countdown time Boss said over my sobs. Eighty One, eighty- two eighty three, He stopped at Ninety. I felt his bare hand rub against my back, outlining the grooves his flogging had created. He breathed on my neck, the flogger now hanging from the gloved hand as it came round and rubbed my chest and tweaked my nipples.
Ready for the last ten. I nodded, Good boy!
One , it barely registered Two, three , four , five. Four light flicks of the flogger. I sensed him me closers as he drew the flogger over my back as it was a feather been drawn across the surface Six, seven eight nine.
Then nothing. Suddenly I screamed as the tenth on my back. I heard a flogger drop to the floor . The restraints round my ankles were released, and then the wrists. He turned me round and smiling, grabbed and hugged me.
After five minutes he pushed me down, Come. I followed him as he walked out of the room, the heels of his boots guiding the way He sat down in his armchair, he pointed at the spot where I was to rest.
Gunter appeared and put down two bowls, fresh salad, and shredded chicken , and fresh clear water,
He bent down and ruffled my hair Eat, drink. And then bed.