Chapter 10: First Punishment Session

(Clarence continues narrating.)

We had agreed on a punishment session equivalent to 300 strikes with the paddle, but decided we needed to avoid bruising the merchandise, if you will, so we decided to mix things up a bit.

I decided that the punishment sessions should be conducted in our slave’s quarters, that is, Hunter’s old room. With its concrete floor and overhead piping it was already a bit dungeon-like.

The twins were pretty disappointed to see the cheap plastic paddles that the slave processing center had given us, but they were the only ones we had. I assured them that though the paddles were stupid looking they were actually quite painful, and designed not to leave bruises.

“They’re quite high-tech, using a new material that’s designed to be painful without damaging. Here let me give you both a light stroke to show you.” I gently tapped it on each of their forearms, using almost no force at all. They were both left stung, massaging their arms to soothe the pain. We were all very impressed with the effectiveness and ingenuity of modern slave handling equipment!

We made him bend over the leather sofa. Chad found a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and ball gag in the small bag of stuff from the slave processing center.

“Let’s play a game!” he said, giddily. “Instead of counting out his punishment, let’s do it at random times when he isn’t expecting it.” I got out the shocker remote so we could mix up shocking and paddling to further surprise his little ex-jock brain.

We had a conversation about what we wanted to see at the bondage shop tomorrow. There was a lot of speculation about how Hunter’s audition would go. The twins were really excited about the prospect of free gear since they reckoned the company’s stuff was the best they had seen earlier and they assumed well outside our budget. All the while, mid-sentence or whenever Hunter wasn’t expecting it, one of us would give him a very hard swat with the paddle, or a shock, or both. The twins were having a great time, unable to stop giggling and laughing. They really enjoyed as one of them paddled him, the other would shock his balls. It was great to see them so involved, but I figured Hunter had worked off the equivalent of 100 paddles-worth of punishment, and it was time to move to the next phase of tonight’s punishment.

Leaving Hunter over the couch, I pulled up one of his feet. I explained to the twins, “The feet are full of nerves that are actually quite sensitive. Worse, if you beat the soles of the feet it’ll be temporarily quite painful for Licker here to put weight on them. We’ll use that in this punishment.” The twins were listening intently with wide-open eyes. “It’s called bastinado, and it’s one of the older disciplining techniques. Every slave handler should be familiar with it.”

“So, I want each of you to use a paddle to beat one of his feet 30 times. Pick a foot!” I motioned to the twins. At first the twins didn’t understand that they really had to use force, and I made them restart telling them it wasn’t hard enough. Once they got the hang of it, though, there was no more time wasting, and about four minutes later the bottoms of both his feet were very red.

“OK, let’s call that 50 paddles worth. Just 150 more to go. Good jobs bros because he’s going to be on his feet for this last bit.” Turning to the slave, “Licker, stand. If you fall, it’ll be a demerit.”

He managed to stand, but he was obviously in a lot of pain since standing put so much weight on his tender feet. I made him stand under a tall horizontal pipe and I tossed one end of a nylon cord over it. I tied the end to his handcuffs and pulled the rope, wrenching his arms upward, causing him to bend forward. I pulled until he was just about to be pulled onto his tiptoes. I advised the twins, “You can make this position a lot more severe by pulling until he has to stand on his tiptoes. But for now, we’ll leave him like this so all of his feet feel that concrete.”

“This will normally work off one paddle stroke per minute, so it would take two-and-a-half hours to work off his punishment.”

Looking over at Hunter’s sweating quivering form I did wonder if he’d make it. He looked perfect to me, his toned skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat but I didn’t want the twins up so late... “But after the bastinado, let’s count each minute as 2 strokes. However we’re going to combine it with 2 other techniques to speed it up to 4 paddles per minute, and he’ll be done in just 37½ minutes, but who’s counting, let’s round it up to 40 minutes.”

First, I showed them a box of alligator clips and told them to apply as many as possible to his nipples, dick, balls, and any other places they fancied like ears and nose. They managed to distribute 42 clips around his body.