🎏（MMSA）我对你的第一次惩罚 || 3585字

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这是我第一次惩罚你，当然，绝对不是最后一次。你要穿一些合适的衣物，我希望穿一条白色的纯棉内裤（前有倒Y形开口），不能太紧，在你的外套里面还要穿一件白色的纯棉背心。

当惩罚开始的时候，你要穿着衣服，然后弯下腰双手抓住你的脚踝，我会慢慢的将你的夹克衫掀上去然后用皮鞭抽打你的臀部。

接下来我会让你站起来，双手放在你的头上，我会解开你的皮鞭和你裤子上的扣子，然后拉开你的拉链，让裤子褪到你的脚踝处。你要保持着站立的姿势，双放也要一直放在头上，我会用手打你的屁股，然后再用皮带隔着你的内裤抽打你的屁股。当我坐到椅子上的时候，我会让你趴在我的大腿上，然后继续打你的屁股。这条皮鞭大约是15英寸，棕色的，纯皮的，最末端会有三个分叉。

然后你会被叫起来，将双手重新放回到头上，等着接下来发生的事情。

我会在某一时刻走到你的身后，然后慢慢的拉下你的内裤，你的光屁股刚好露出来，你的外套和衬衫会刚好到你屁股的边上。然后我会叫你走到办公桌前弯下腰，双手扶着桌子的一端，你的裤子和内裤此时仍然在你的脚踝处，鞋和袜子也都穿着，你的衬衫，领带和夹克也都穿着。

你扶好之后，我会将你的夹克衫和衬衫都向上掀开，你的屁股就会完全的暴露在空气中，接下来我会继续用皮鞭来抽打你的光屁股，知道你开始跳动和躲闪为止。

我会再一次叫你起来，然后脱掉你的鞋、袜子、裤子、内裤，然后你会被告知走到墙边面向墙站好，双手放在头上，双脚分开。这样你的夹克和衬衫就会拉起来，你的赤裸着的臀部会完全的露出来，上面会有皮鞭抽打的印记。我会让你在那儿带上一会儿。

然后我会走到你的身后，手上有一个板子。它是很光滑的带孔板子。我会开始结结实实的打你一顿屁股，你会因为受不了而贴在墙上，这是因为你的手必须保持放在头上的姿势。

当我结束这顿板子的时候，我会让你转过神来，将手放下来，然后将你的夹克，领带，衬衫都脱掉，还有你的背心。此时你是一丝不挂，我当然还穿着衣服。

我会看见你的阴茎已经完全的勃起了，我会抓着他把你拉到椅子这里，我坐下来让你再一次的趴到我的腿上，狠狠地用手给你另一顿打。在我打你另一瓣屁股蛋儿之前，我会不断打在同一个地方。我会持续到你的整个屁股都变红，包括你的大腿根处。我会掰开你的屁股，这样我就能够准确的落在你一片屁股蛋上，然后越过你的紧紧的红色菊花，打在另外一瓣上。你肯会开始不住的呻吟和啜泣。当拍打让你的屁股上的疼痛感变得很剧烈的时候，你会发出一些叫声。当你的整个屁股都被打遍了之后，我会开始一些随机性的拍打。节奏会不一样。有时候，打在屁股上的节奏会很快，然后可能会突然的慢下来，然后再变快。每一下都会很重，都会结结实实的打在你的屁股上，这回是你从来没有挨过的彻底的打。即使你小时候，你的父亲也不会这样子揍你。你的呼吸变得不自然，甚至开始大口喘气，你的屁股会在我的腿上不住的抖动，你会从内心里发出呻吟声和呜咽声。当你开始挣扎的时候，我会把你紧紧的按在我的腿上，继续打你的屁股。

当这顿打结束之后，我会让你趴在我的腿上待一会儿，直到你的呼吸和你的情绪都平静下来。我会让我发热的手休息一下，我打你的那只手会继续的留在你的屁股上。过了一会儿我会最后用手拍你的屁股一下，然后让你起来，双手继续放在头上。你慢慢的爬起来，我可以看到你脸上的泪痕，鼻子还在抽噎着。我拿起的你的白色的纯棉内裤擦擦你的脸。然后会让你像刚才一样站着。你的阴茎会再一次勃起，他直直的向上挺着，你的球被拉的很紧。

我站在你的身后，我的整个身体会刚好触碰到你的身体，不是压在你身上，只是轻微的触碰。尼克感觉到我的夹克贴在你的背上，我裤子的前面会轻轻的碰到你的赤裸的臀部，它是红肿的。我的呼吸声在你的脖子后传来。我们就这样站着，没有声音，完全的不动，只有你和我。你是赤裸的，我是穿着衣服。打屁股者和被打者。我在你的耳边轻声说道：“现在，我会用我的腰带抽打你的屁股，然后我会用藤条抽打你。到办公桌那边去，弯腰将手扶到上面，就位之后在桌子后面站好，把你身体站直了。仪的身体要几乎是直的，你要靠你的双手和你的脚趾支撑着。你应该踮起脚，所以只能靠脚趾支撑着，立刻去做。”

你走到那个位置，然后弄上个一两次才会弄对。我站在你的身后，然后调整一下你的位置，我保证你的身体会是完全的站直的。然后你会听见我解开皮带的声音，然后我将皮带从我的裤子上抽出来。你曾见见过它，他是黑色的，大约两英寸宽。你听到我将它对折。我将它搁在你的屁股上，让它在那儿待一会儿。然后我举起皮带，你会感受到我的手臂举起。然后皮带会重重的抽打在你的屁股上，它落在你的屁股蛋儿上会发出“啪”的一声，房间里会传来一声回声。你会感到一阵剧烈的疼痛，当第二下打在你的大腿根处的时候，你几乎会要摔倒。

当皮带像雨点般的落在你的屁股上的时候，你会想尽办法不动，这是毫不留情的，这叫做鞭打。你以前接受过吗？挨过骂？我希望没有。你想要移动但是根本不能，因为会摔倒。所以你发现自己在伸展的状态，并且不住的扭动。你可以感受到自己的每一块的肌肉。你的头在鞭打下扬了起来，你咬紧牙关，强忍着疼痛。但是你会不时的大口大口的喘气，然后会有一些喊叫，“啊”和“哦”交叉着。我继续抽打你的屁股。如果你能看到的话，你会被你的屁股吓到，它看起来是红紫地。本来它是典型的英国男孩那种白白的屁股，但是现在不是了。它是深红的，有些地方已经青紫了，这绝对是板子打的。皮带和你屁股的完全的接触让让你的屁股出现了一些檩子。最开始轻微的痕迹已经扩展到了你的整个屁股蛋儿，还有你的大腿上。这时我抽打了最后的十下，你不住的大叫，身体完全的拉伸，即使你已经看上去不能在拉伸了。

我停下来然后将皮带放在你的背上，你喘的很厉害，身体绷得很直，不住的哆嗦，你试图让自己适应刚才那顿抽打带来的疼痛。我走到你身后，然后将手在你的屁股上划过。你很痛，喘着气。你让你的屁股贴近我的手，即使你知道这是打过你的那只手，现在你很欢迎它。它抚摸你的屁股，你感到很舒服。

我弯下身子抓住你的手臂，然后让你的脚放下来。你几乎站不住了，我扶着你然后从面贴祝你，你可以感受到我的裆部贴在你的屁股缝上。我将你抱的更紧一些，你又一次扬起头。你还没有完全的放松，你的屁股火辣辣的疼，但是慢慢的你会感觉到很满足，安全并且不再担心。我亲吻着你脖子的后面，然后轻声的说：“好孩子，我们几乎快结束了，你的惩罚就要完成了。”我们就这样占了一会儿。我继续在你的耳边，然后我的嘴唇轻轻触碰着你的脖子。你的颤抖开始慢慢的平静下来，你的身体再次放松下来。我把你搂的更近一些，然后你可以感觉到我阴茎已经勃起了，在我的裤子前面跳动，压进你的屁股里。不知怎么的，尽管你知道你扭动你的屁股是很疼的，但是你却将你的屁股蛋的缝刚好让我的阴茎轻轻的放在里面。我知道你已经准备好接受藤条了。

我突然的向后退了一步，你几乎摔倒在地。我的声音恢复到冰冷的状态。“再次将你的手放在头上，站直了，等着我拿藤条过来。”你听我走到角落里的柜子旁，打开门，然后你听到藤条抽在空气中的声音。我走到你的前面，你第一次看见藤条。我将藤条的末端放在你的阴茎上，然后轻轻的滑动一下，它便上下抖动起来。你的眼睛睁得很大，我可以看的出你正在想什么。当我用藤条轻轻的拨动你的阴茎时，你突然的恐惧起来。我并有想对它做什么，至少今天没有。但是我让这种想法留在你的脑袋里。我将藤条轻轻的抵到你的嘴边，“孩子，这根藤条会在你的屁股上留下24条红肿的鞭痕。亲吻它。”你想着这24下的鞭打，开始喘息，然后你将你的嘴唇放在这根细长的藤条上，它很快会让它自己落在你的屁股上。

你听到我说：“设定姿势”即使我们以前从来没有这样做过，但是你知道这是什么意思。你叹息着，然后微微分开你的双腿，身体向前倾，然后抓住你脚踝的上面。你的大腿绷直，向上延伸。你的头低下来，但是你的平衡掌握的很好。你的屁股撅了起来，向后凸起，等待着。

我将藤条放在你的臀部上说：“每下之后你要大声的数出来，然后说’谢谢你，先生，对不起，我错了，我会改进。'明白吗？”你哆哆嗦嗦的又有点不情愿的说：“明白了，先生。”你感觉到藤条已经举起来了，然后你听到嗖的一声，夹杂着渴望与等待，第一下抽打在你屁股的顶部，“啪”。我的这一下抽打让你的屁股感到灼热的感觉。这种感觉从你皮肤的表面，然后慢慢的深入到你的肉里。你抬起头然后深呼吸 你大声的喘气，这时你想起来你应该说什么了，然后脱口而出。接下来第二下落在你的屁股上，我打的位置很仔细，刚好在第一下下面，然后我听到既不情愿的像小孩一样的声音，“谢谢你，先生，对不起，我错了，我会改进。”好了，我们继续，每一下鞭打之后你都能感受到鞭痕正在你的屁股上慢慢的肿起。前十二下很有序的打在你的屁股上，每一下都在上一下的痕迹下面，虽然有几下稍稍的重叠在一起，但是你对每一下的感觉十分的清晰。对于大多数，这十二下是完全分离的。当然剩下的十二下就要打在前面的痕迹上了。这种感觉是难以忍受的。你的喊叫声已经变成了尖叫，大口的喘气，然后不断的发出“啊，嘶…………啊”的声音。当24下结束之后，你的大腿像被冻结了一样，而且你有些轻微的恶心。你的屁股肿的老高，伤痕累累，你不知道它会不会恢复，开始浑身颤抖。

我让你站起来，然后我走到你的面前，我的嘴唇几乎碰到你的，我问道：“我有让你印象深刻吗？有吗？”你看着我的眼睛说道“哦，是的先生，你真的有给我。”我注视着你，“好的，我当然希望如此了。然而，不知道为什么，我确定你很快会再次站在这里的，孩子。”然后我让你将衣服穿好，带好你的领带，你的外套，我看着你穿好衣服，看见你弯腰捡衣服时候痛苦的样子，因为你的内裤紧紧的贴在你伤痕累累的屁股上。当你弄好了之后，你看着我，等着我的最后一句话，最后一个命令。“结束了，孩子。欢迎来到我们公司，现在出去工作吧。”你低下头，很害羞，等了一会儿你说：“是，先生。谢谢你，先生。”我拍了你屁股一巴掌，然后你转身离开了房间。

This is your first discipline session with me. Of course, it will not be the last. You will come suitably dressed. I expect you to wear white cotton y fronts, not skimpy briefs; and a white cotton t or vest under your suit.

Your spanking will start with you fully clothed, bending over and grabbing your ankles.

I will lift up the tail of your suit jacket and take a strap to your backside.

Then I will have you stand up with your hands on your head, I will unbuckle your belt, unbutton your trousers, take down the zip and let them fall to your ankles. Then, with you standing up, and your hands still on your head I will hand spank and strap your bum over your briefs; I will then pull you over my lap as I sit on a chair while I carry on spanking you. The strap is about 15 inches long, brown, leather, with three split thongs at one end.

Then you will be told to stand up, with hands back on your head and wait.

At some point I will come up behind you and yank down your white y fronts. Your bare bum will now just be visible below the hem of your jacket and your shirt tail. Then you will be told to bend over the desk and grab hold of the other side. Your trousers and pants will still be at your ankles, with your shoes and socks still on. Your shirt, tie and jacket will still be on.

Once over the desk, I will lift up your jacket and your shirt tail to fully expose your bare bum. Then I will strap your bum until you are squirming and jumping.

You will be told to stand up again, and then to take off your shoes, socks, trousers and pants. You will then be told to go and stand facing the wall, hands on your head, feet apart. In this position your jacket and shirt tails will ride up to further expose your naked and strapped bottom. I will leave you there for a while.

Then I will come up behind you with a paddle. It is a flat, wodded paddle, with holes in it. I will begin a thorough paddling of your bottom, forcing you into the wall to support yourself. Your hands must remain on your head.

When I have finished paddling your bottom you will be told to turn round with your hands at your side. I will then proceed to strip you naked: take off your jacket; undo and remove your tie; unbutton your shirt and take it off, pull off your t. You will then be completely naked. I, of course, am still in my suit.

I would see that your cock is completely hard. I would grab it, and pull you back to the chair, sit down and pull you over my lap once again. Now, I will give you another sound hand spanking. My hand will fall on the same spot over and over and over again; before moving to the next part of your bottom. I will maintain this spanking intensity on every part of your backside, including in the crease at the top of your legs. I will stretch your bum cheeks open so that I could bring my hand down again and again right in your bum crack and across your tight, red hole. You will no doubt begin to moan, groan and whimper. There will be little yelps that fall from your lips as the pain intensity increases with each slap on the exact same spot. When your whole bottom has been covered in this way I will then start random spanks across your bum. The pace would vary. Sometimes, the spanks will fall in rapid succession; then the rhythm will slow; then get fast again. They will all be hard, full force spanks. This is the most thorough hand spanking you have ever had. Even if your dad had spanked you as a boy it was never like this. Your breathing becomes a little more laboured, almost gasping. Your bare bottom fairly bounces across my lap. Your moaning and whimpering come from somewhere deep inside you. You hold on to my leg, gripping hard, as your own bare legs stretch out behind you. I continue to spank you.

When it is finished you stay over my lap for a few minutes, getting your breath back, composing yourself. I rest my hot hand, the hand with which I have spanked you, on your bare bottom and just leave it there. After a while I give your bottom a final slap and tell you to stand up with your hands back on your head. You stumble to your feet and pull yourself up. I can see that your face is a little tear stained, and your nose has been running. I pick up your white underpants and use them to wipe your face. I tell you to stand perfectly still. For some reason your cock has once again become very hard. It is sticking straight out in front of you. Your balls are tight.

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I come up behind you, and stand so that my whole body is just touching yours, not pressed into you, just touching. You can feel my jacket on your back; the front of my trousers brushing against your naked, spanked bottom, my breath on the back of your neck. We stand like that together for a while, no sound, no movement, just you and I. You are naked, I am fully clothed. The spanker and the spanked. I whisper in your ear, "I am now going to take my belt to your bare arse and then I will cane you. Go to the desk, lean over and place your hands flat down on the top of it. Position yourself so that your feet are set well back from the desk and you are fully stretched out. Your body is almost straight. You are supported by your hands on the desk, and by your toes. Your feet should be stretched back so that you are ‘on your toes’. Do it now."

You move and get into position. It takes a moment or two to get it right. I come up beside you and make an adjustment to your position. I make sure you are fully stretched. You then hear me unbuckle my belt and slip it out of the loops on the waistband of my suit trousers. You noticed the belt before. It is black, leather, about 2 inches wide. You hear me snap it together. I drop it across your bottom and rest it there for a moment. Then I lift it up. You sense my arm being raised. Then the belt comes down hard across your bum. It cuts across the flesh of your arse cheeks and there is a resounding ‘thwack’ that echoes round the room. There is a sharp strip of pain that you feel. It is all barely registering with you when the next whack comes down with such force across the top of your legs that you nearly topple over.

Somehow you stay in position as the belt rains down on your arse. It is relentless. This is called a thrashing. Have you received one of these before? Have you? Not like this I expect. You want to move but you can’t really – you would fall over. So you find yourself stretching and writhing; you can almost feel every sinew. Your head stretches up with some of the blows. You have been keeping your teeth clenched, grimacing with pain, but every now and then you let out an involuntary gasp, and then something of a yelp that turns into a cross between a scream of ‘aaaahhhhhh’ and ‘oooohhhhhhhhhh’. I continue to apply the belt to your bum. If you could see it you would be shocked at how deeply red it is beginning to look. It was quite pale and white before – typical of the bottoms of most British boys. Not any more. Now it is almost crimson, with some darker spots in places that will become bruises – no doubt from the paddling you received. There are visible strips where the belt leather has fully made contact with the flesh of your bum. The strapping earlier has left a series of tip marks that extend round your thighs on both sides of your bum cheeks. By the time I lay on the last ten with the belt, you yelp loudly with each one and your body stretches out further – even though it already seems to be stretched as far as it can be.

When I stop I drop the belt across your back and leave it there. You are panting heavily. Your body twitches a little as you strain and stretch and try to adjust yourself to the painful belting you have just experienced. I come up and stand behind you. I run my hand across your bottom. You wince. You gasp. You push your bottom further into my hand. Although you know this is the hand that spanked you so completely, it now feels surprisingly gentle and welcoming. It caresses your bottom. It is soothing.

I lean over, grab your arms and lift you up on to your feet. You are very unsteady. I hold on to you. Press myself into your back. You feel my crotch right in the crack of your beaten bottom. I put my arms around you and pull you even closer into me. You stretch your head back. You are not totally relaxed, and your bottom is on fire, but you feel strangely content, safe and secure. I kiss the back of your neck, just as it approaches the space below your ear. I whisper, "Good boy. We are almost done. Your punishment is almost complete." We stand like that for a while. I continue to whisper gently in your ear and brush my lips against your neck. Your trembling begins to subside. You can feel your body relaxing again. I hold you close, and you can feel the firmness of my hardening cock, pulsing through the front of my suit trousers, as it presses into your bum. Somehow, despite the soreness you must feel you wiggle a little so that your bum cheeks open further and you press your bum hole right into me. It is at that point that I know you are ready for the cane.

I step back so suddenly that you almost fall over again. My voice resumes its business-like sharpness. "Hands on your head again boy. Stand still while I fetch the cane." You hear me go to a corner cupboard, open the door, and then you hear a swishing sound. I come round and stand in front of you, and you see the cane for the first time. I place the tip of the cane on the underside of your cock and slide it up and down the shaft. It gently taps on your balls. Your eyes open a little wider and I can see the thought that has flashed through your mind. You have a sudden dread that I am going to cane your cock and balls. I have no intention of doing that – at least, not today – but I let the thought linger with you. I lift the cane up to your lips. "Boy. This cane is about to leave 24 angry welts across your arse. Kiss it." You gasp a little at the thought of two dozen strokes of the cane. Then you press your lips on the long thin rod that will soon be pressing itself on your backside.

You hear me say, "Assume the position". Even though we have not done this before you somehow know what that means. You sigh heavily, and then you spread your legs a little, lean forward, and grab hold of your legs just above your ankles. Your legs are stretched, straight upwards. Your head is down in front of you. Somehow, you get the balance right. Your bottom is raised up, jutting out, waiting.

I tap the cane on your backside and say, "You will count out loud after each stroke, and you will say ‘Thank you, Sir. I am sorry I was bad. I will improve.’ Is that clear?" You reply with a hesitating, almost trembling "Yes, Sir". You sense the cane being lifted up; you hear the anxiously awaited swish; and then the first stroke lands across the top of your bum with a whip like ‘crack’. There is a searing intensity about the stripe which I have just laid across your arse. You feel it on the surface of your skin, and deep in your flesh. Your neck stretches up as you let out a gasp. Just in time you remember what you have to say, and you blurt it out. Then the second stroke falls. I have placed it carefully, just below the first stroke. You gasp louder, then I hear you say in a trembling, little boy kind of voice, "Two, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I am sorry I was bad. I will improve." So, we continue. With each stroke you can almost feel the welts begin to rise up on your bum. The first twelve strokes lay out neat rows from the top of your backside all the way down to the crease below. Some of them crossed into each other a little, and you really felt those. For the most part, they were evenly spaced apart. Of course, the next dozen strokes would inevitably be applied across the track marks of the first twelve. That will make them almost unbearable. Your yelps become small screams and loud gasps, and sharp intakes of breath, and involuntary ‘AAAAGGGGHHHHSSSSS’. By the time the 24th stroke has been applied your legs feel like jelly and you are slightly nauseous. Your bottom is ridged. You wonder if it will ever recover. You are shaking all over.

I tell you to stand up, and I come and stand right in front of you. My lips almost touch yours. I then ask, "Have I made an impression on you, Boy. Have I?" You look into my eyes. You whisper, "Oh, yes Sir. You definately have." I gaze on you for a moment. "Well, I certainly hope so Boy. Somehow, though, I feel sure you will be in this position again very soon." I then tell you to get dressed again, to put yourself together, making sure your tie is neatly knotted, your suit back in place. I watch you as you do so. See you wince as you bend over to retrieve your clothes, as your underpants slide over your arse. When you are done you look at me, waiting for a final word, a final order. "That will be all, Boy. Welcome to the Company. Now get out and go to work." You look down, almost shyly, for a moment. Then you say, "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I slap your bottom. You turn and leave the room.