Then I felt something hard and cold rest on my right ass cheek.

"Do you have anything to say to me, boy?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes Master! I'm sorry," I replied.

"Not sorry enough!" he said.

WHAP! He raised the instrument (which I took to be a small paddle of some sort) and brought down hard on my ass. I twitched and let out a yelp.

Immediately he brought the cruel thing down on me again, and again, and again. There was nothing to do but lie there and take it. Once again I felt helpless and controlled. And once again it was turning me on.

He moved the paddle from one cheek to the other and covered my ass with painful swats. There must have been at least 25 or 30 stinging blows before he paused again. My ass was really getting sore and I hoped he was finished.

"Do you think you've learned your lesson, boy?"

WHAP! Another blow was delivered for emphasis.

"Yes Sir!" I said immediately.

WHAP! "I think maybe you've had enough for now."

I felt his hands touch my ass then, rubbing and kneading them. This hurt as well, but I bit my lip to keep from protesting.

"Nothing prettier than a cherry red ass," he said. "And I think it's about time this cherry got popped."

I felt him move off of the bed and heard the rustle of his clothes as they hit the floor. The cabinet opened and closed and I could tell he had removed several items. The box springs creaked as he climbed back up on the bed, between my outstretched legs.

"Do you know what's going to happen now, boy?" has asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered.

"What?"

"You're going to fuck me," I said.

"Damn right I am," he said.

Then I felt a cool, slippery finger slide into my asshole. My whole body tensed up.

"Because I'm such a nice Master," he said, "I'm going to lube you up before I start."

"Now I want you to listen to me, boy" he went on, "this is going to hurt some. First time always does. But the key is you have to relax. Give in, don't fight it. The more you tense up, the more it will hurt."

As he said this he was sliding a slippery finger in and out of my asshole. I was still very tense and the feeling was quite uncomfortable.

"Now you need to practice," he said, "try and relax. Relax."

I did my best to follow his advice, but it was difficult. A few seconds later, he stuck a second finger into my ass and I tensed up again. This time I also let out a little groan. He chuckled.

"Like I said, boy, it's going to hurt a little this time. Just try to remember to relax your body. This is going to happen and it will be more pleasant if you give in to it."

He pulled his fingers out of my ass. I heard a tearing sound behind me. Must be a condom, I thought. Good, there's one less thing to worry about.

I felt his legs brush against mine as he eased himself up behind me.

"Now," he said, "ask me for it."

SLAP! He swatted my already sore ass.

"Ow!" I said spontaneously. "Fuck me Master! Fuck me!"

SLAP! "Beg for it, boy!"

"Please Master! Fuck me! Fuck my ass now!"

"You bet I'm going to fuck that ass."

I felt the head of his cock brush against the crack of my ass. Again I tensed up, noticed this, and tried very hard to go limp and relax my body.

He eased the head of his cock into the opening of my ass. This doesn't feel too bad, I thought. But he soon pressed his hips into me and slid deeper inside, and the pressure felt strange, wrong somehow. Like something foreign invading my body. My body tried to fight it.

He stopped moving and said softly into my ear "relax boy, relax."

He pushed inside of me slowly. I held my breath.

"Aahhhh," he said. "You are so tight. So fucking tight."

He wasn't moving, but I could feel his cock growing bigger inside me. He was excited by the feel of me. Uncomfortable as I was, this pleased me.

"Take me," I said. I surprised myself - where had that come from?

He responded immediately. He put his hands down on the bed for traction, pulled out of me and immediately eased back in.

He moaned with pleasure and I groaned from my discomfort. It was difficult to distinguish between the two sounds.

Unable to restrain himself further, he started thrusting against me with increasing urgency. My body seemed to give in a little to the new sensation, and I hung somewhere between pleasure and alarm.

His thrusting reached a fever pitch. His hips made a slapping noise each time they met my ass. He was now moaning loudly, mouthing random profanities in his ecstasy.

It didn't take long before he stiffened up and gave me a few final, emphatic thrusts as he came. Spent, he slumped forward and lay on my back. I found the feel of his weight against me pleasant and reassuring.

After a time I felt him begin to shrink inside me, but I was still surprised and left feeling a little disappointed when he pulled out. He untied me and pushed the pillows to the top of the bed. We lay next to each other on our sides with him pressed up against my back.

It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't come. In fact the shock of the experience hadn't allowed me sufficient space to become aroused. I wondered if this would change as I became more accustomed to the sensation. For some reason I felt sure I would find out, probably soon.

"Now you know what it means to be fucked," said Master Robert. "Next time you climb on top of a woman you'll understand a little better how she feels."

I saw his point.

I felt myself growing sleepy. It had been a long, eventful day. As my consciousness ebbed, the last thought that occurred to me was that it was only Friday, and I still had another whole day to revel in my introduction to submission. What would tomorrow bring?

I tugged at the collar around my neck to make myself a little more comfortable and drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning it took some time for the reality of my situation to sink in. It was now Saturday, and for the length of this day I would complete my weekend of service to the large, commanding man sleeping next to me.

Any reservations I may have initially had about the situation had melted away. I had the feeling that I was where I was meant to be, and it may have been the first time in my life I had felt that way.

The man sleeping next to me stirred, and I felt his hands reach for me. He touched me everywhere, fingers exploring my ass, rough hands stroking my cock and squeezing my balls. Soon I was fully erect and fully awake. Then he stopped and rolled out of bed.

"Time for a shower," he said.

Once again I washed him as he had taught me to do, getting on my knees to wash his feet and gradually working my way up. When I had cleaned every crevice he did the same to me, only much less gently. My earlier erection soon made another appearance.

But satisfaction for me was to be delayed. After we were both squeaky clean, my Master informed me that he had some business to attend to in town, away from the mansion we were guests at for the weekend.

"I hope to be back early in the afternoon. Be a good boy while I'm gone and keep your hands off of yourself and off of everyone else,� he said to me.

To preserve my modesty, and perhaps to help me keep myself from mischief, he gave me pair of low rise, black briefs to wear. It was the first shred of clothing I'd had on since he had ripped my clothes off in the woods the previous day.

Then he was gone, and I had nothing to do for a while but to explore the huge mansion that was my temporary home. After lapping up my breakfast from my bowl on the floor in the kitchen, I began to look around the house. There seemed to be a constant flood of people coming and going. But up until now, they had all been male.

Then I saw her. She was sitting on a couch in one of the many sitting rooms scattered around the mansion. A young woman, who looked like she could be a co-ed I'd meet on campus, was sitting with a group of four men, obviously the center or attention and enjoying it.

I guessed she was around 5'6", light brown hair flowing past her shoulders, dark brown eyes, and petite but still with enough curves to make any man look twice. She was wearing a very short denim miniskirt and a low-cut red halter top, and no shoes. She spoke in short, excited bursts, laughing easily but genuinely.

I was transfixed. I stood for a while just staring at her. After a few minutes she noticed me, and met my eyes. She held them for a moment and then slowly looked me up and down. Suddenly conscious of my near-nakedness, I am sure I blushed. (Everyone else in the room was more conservatively attired.) She smiled at me and wiggled her finger in a "come here" motion. I did so.

She made room for me on the sofa and told me to sit down. She leaned over and started speaking to me in soft, sweet tones. She asked me my name, what school I went to, normal things any stranger might ask another. But I was enthralled. It was sweet music to me.

In fact, all my senses were being overloaded with pleasure. She was lovely look at, smelled sweetly of strawberries, spoke like an angel, and soon I felt the caress of her hand on my thigh. I expect she could have asked for anything at that moment and I'd have given it to her if I could have.

She asked if we could go somewhere and be alone. I didn't hesitate to show her back to my room.

It wasn't until we were making our way there, hand-in-hand, that my Master's words came back to me. I felt a shiver of fear run through me at the thought of him discovering me in our room with this girl, but he had not been gone long and I felt sure there was time. Really, at that point, I didn't really feel like I had a choice in the matter. Some things can't be denied.

We soon reached our room and I locked the door behind us. She went to the bed and sat down. Without a word I walked over to her and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She was soft, and warm, and hungry. Her arms, and then her legs wrapped around me and pulled me to her like a serpent tightening on its prey.

Suddenly my hunger consumed me and I pushed her back on the bed. I pulled off her halter and then unzipped her skirt and pulled it off as well. She was wearing a white lacy bra and g-string. I looked at her for a minute; she smiled at me and waited patiently.

Then my mouth and hands were all over her, kissing, squeezing, nibbling. She squealed and squirmed and giggled and it made me more ravenous. Clumsily I unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She had smallish, perky breasts and her nipples were very firm already. I attacked them with my lips and teeth and tongue. Her giggles turned to soft moans.

I started kissing my way down her stomach, intending to work my way down to her panties to tease her with my tongue before finishing her undressing, when I heard a terrible sound. A key turned in the door. Someone was coming in.

"What the FUCK?" said a familiar voice. I stood up but was too frightened to turn around. To my shock, the girl looked at my Master.and smiled. Then she started laughing.

"Uh-oh," she said in a playful tone, "someone is in trouble."

Then I felt a strong hand grab the back of my neck, pull me slightly to the side so I was no longer facing the girl, and push me down so I was leaning on the bed. With his other hand he yanked down my briefs and started spanking me very hard.

I was mortified to have this done to me in front of the girl. It was very different than being disciplined in a more private setting. It offended my masculinity somehow, to have my subservience to another man forcibly demonstrated to a woman who only moments before I was about to make love to.

Still the spanking went on. My ass was stinging and the hand stayed on my neck to keep me bent over. I heard the girl say "ouch" several times, and then more giggling.

Finally he finished my punishment with one last hard slap and took his hand off my neck.

"Pull up your fucking panties and get down on your knees over there in the corner, bitch," he ordered. I did so. The wood floor was hard on my knees and my cock strained at my briefs in vain anticipation for the pleasure it had been denied.

"So, um, are you gonna spank me too.Master?" the girl said teasingly.

He turned his back to me, and looked at her appraisingly.

"It'd probably do you some good, you little slut."

She smiled at this, and then said, "Yes I do need to be punished, this was all my fault!"

With that she rolled over and I got my first look at her lovely, round little ass framed delicately in the lacy g-string. I felt like crying but I stayed rigid and silent.

My Master reached out and stroked her ass and thighs. She moaned and squirmed and said "punish me."

Suddenly he slapped her ass, not very hard, not nearly as hard as he would have slapped mine. She squealed and twitched. He slapped her again, and again, not very hard. It seemed to me a lot more like foreplay than discipline. Turned out I was right.

After a few minutes of this play-spanking he said, "What you need, young lady, is a real man".

She rolled over and looked at him.

"Do you know one?" she teased.

"See for yourself," he answered.

She grinned evilly and crawled toward him, eagerly undoing his belt and opening his jeans. She wrenched his pants and underwear down and regarded his manhood for a moment.