His First Master (BDSM spanking first time)

Lonely twink Steve has long dreamed of exploring his kinky side. When his best friend Janice discovers his pervy browser history, she helps him find James, a powerful jock with a taste for sadistic bedroom adventures, and a great deal of skill with the cane. Will reality match the fantasy? Warning: This short, sharp shock is 3,000 words long, with plenty of tight bondage, spanking, power exchange, hard anal sex, and B movies. Excerpt: "And in time, you will learn how to say that word with the capital letter that it deserves", said James. "In time, you will learn many things." He cleared his throat. "For now, consider this an introductory meeting." He walked round the bed, into my eyeline, and bent down. "To see if this is what you really want." He straightened up, and my eyes followed him, tight white T-shirt and blue jeans clinging to his muscled body, outlining it beautifully. "I've had enough of having my time wasted by jokers who wuss out and safeword as soon as things get interesting." I heard it then, for the first time. Swish, swish, swish. The sound of a cane cutting through the air. Each time it swished, my heart missed a beat and jumped up towards my mouth. "You're just a dirty little boy, aren't you?" said James. "You long to feel this on you. It's what you want most right now, isn't it?" He slowly lowered the cane until it was resting gently on my butt, and he then drew it slowly across me, a line straight across my vulnerable, virgin cheeks. "Yes, master", I said quickly, realizing that I'd almost forgotten to answer him. "Good", he said. "Because I love this." He raised the cane, and then replaced it in its former position, pushing it gently into my skin. "It's not the pain so much", he continued, pushing harder, "although I do like hearing skinny little twinky boys like you scream and moan and cry for me." The cane raised again. "It's the control." Now I heard the whistling again, and it landed sharply on my right buttock. It stung sharply, and my breath caught in my throat, but I held my body still, feeling my cock pulse and throb underneath me. "The control is what it's really about; the pain is just another way of exercising that control." Swish. Sting. Harder this time. This time I gasped audibly. "If you pass, there will be days when there is no pain at all, and I will make you beg harder and louder and longer than I could after six hours under the spiked paddle." He waited for me to shiver at the words spiked paddle, and then spanked me again with the cane. It was no harder than before, but now the effect of being hit on exactly the same area took its toll, and I grunted, suppressing a louder cry. "But when there is pain, well. Think of this like a trailer." He changed the quality of his voice somewhat, and now he sounded like he really could do voiceovers for film trailers. "This is the first day of the rest of your life."bondage, fetlife, cane, discipline, power, anal, slave