BA-105 Slave Master
Slave Master
Bad Boys
BA-105
$3.95
Slave Master
Bad Boys
BA-105
$3.95
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They still had no idea how rigidly he repressed any thought of any sexual contact with them. If they thought of their father in sexual terms at all, they probably thought of him as celibate.
His only reaction to their widening experiments, was to note the night time erections had waned almost to nothing. But he wasn’t worried—masturbation was normal in boys…
He was a little disturbed that neither of them had yet started to date girls. In fact they didn’t seem to have any interest in them at all. ‘Too busy studying, Dad… ’ was the usual response when he raised the matter.
But he was a little amused they still earned the cane for themselves from time to time. By now, he knew they were doing it on purpose, but he thought it was to give him the satisfaction that he was still their disciplinarian father. Not for one moment did he realize they actually enjoyed the pain and the shame of having to bend over the (now very high) bench to receive the cuts to their naked buttocks.
If he had, he would have been concerned. It would have undermined completely his sense of the rightness of corporal punishment.
The procedure remained the same. The guilty boy stood with his brother facing their father and confessed his sins. They were bidden to go and strip naked then return with the cane.
They were jointly admonished for the guilty boy’s sins and then ordered to bend their supple, athletic bodies over the bench (whose legs were now considerably lengthened) to grip the bar. They had to keep their legs apart to expose their anal cracks and as their feet were well off the ground, they tended to wave about a bit.
Then the cane bit.
Both boys had delightful butts. Smooth and muscular, but small and boyish—nicely curved and indented at the sides.
As they waited for the blows to fall, their buttocks twitched, tightening and relaxing in anticipation.
Johann liked to extend this preliminary period, knowing the dread as they waited for the first blow, added immeasurably to the punishment.
They never cried out. He had taught them to be stoical about it and as they lay side by side, they struggled mightily against vocally registering their distress at the pain.
For while they did enjoy the pain—the anticipation, the actual punishment and the delicious aftermath—it still hurt like hell.
Of course they got erections. But then they always had—well ever since puberty anyway. Johann thought it was just a part of receiving the punishment and as the boys made no effort to hide them, he didn’t think any more about it.
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