Lust at First Sight

5. Obedience Training

Although I had dreamt of a day such as this for so long, now it had arrived, I was beginning to have second thoughts, as it struck me once more that Leo’s subterranean gym made an excellent dungeon. Down here, no one would be able to hear my cries, or come to my aid, should the going get too rough for my tastes. What was more, through my lateness, I had given my instructor the perfect excuse for disciplining me.

All those years before, I had given Leo a blank cheque to do whatever he liked with me, and had not bothered renegotiating the offer in advance of our meet. Did he even recollect this, I wondered? Or had he kept the Valentine and Christmas cards I’d sent him at the height of my infatuation secreted beneath his pillow, just in case the opportunity arose to take me up on my offer?

In your dreams, I told myself, as I recollected all the turbulent water that had passed under the bridge since our first meet. The occasions when he’d begun our sessions late (through no fault of his own), when I’d shown how pissed-off I was with him at being kept waiting. The times when I’d been stressed out from work or my latest short-lived relationship and off-loaded my troubles on him. Or just turned up in a bad mood for a session and hardly exchanged more than a few bad-tempered grunts with him throughout its entire duration.

Every time, he’d shrugged off my criticism good naturedly, listened sympathetically to my moans and taken my grumpiness in his stride, despite clearly having similar matters of his own to worry about. Not to mention putting up with my endless flirting, session after session, year after year, which, due to his professionalism, he had never made clear whether he welcomed or not.

Although Leo appeared to call the shots in our encounters, in reality, I was the one in control, as I was the one who was paying the bills.  So, up till now, he’d been obliged to put up with my poor behaviour or risk losing my trade!

This time it would be different however. His business was established in its new location and things were going well, so he had no shortage of customers. Plus, not only was he older than when I first met him, but in the intervening period had, I suspected, become considerably more sexually accomplished.

Late in the day, I realised I had inadvertently presented him with a chance to get even with me for all my past misdemeanours without worrying too much about the consequences. This time, all the power would lie in his hands and he would be free to show his true feelings toward me!

Nevertheless, the prospect thrilled me to my very core!

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“Turn around!” Leo demanded, after descending the stairs to join me.

I immediately did as I was told, to reveal that, despite my fears, my cock was standing at the vertical.

Uncertain whether I should look my Master in the face or not, I swallowed hard and cast my eyes downwards in submission, eager for the encounter I had dreamt about for so long, to finally begin.

Despite my obviousness excitement, Leo chose to ignore my erection completely and instead grabbed hold of me by the ear and hauled me across the room like a teacher might a naughty schoolboy in an earlier era.

Once he reached his workout bench, he sat down and laid me over his knee with my hard cock sandwiched between his thighs then proceeded to inspect my ass.

Despite me offering it to him on a regular basis, Leo had never examined my pallid buttocks up close before and, from the sigh he issued as he did so, had clearly harboured the desire to do so for quite some time!

Although I was expecting him to spank my rump immediately to demonstrate his displeasure at my lateness, to my surprise, he instead gently fondled the curves of my ass and the tops of my thighs to sample the softness and unblemished whiteness of my rarely exposed skin.

“Shame to spoil such perfection,” he sighed, I suspect alluding to his own role in shaping my body rather than to my butt’s inherent beauty, whilst at the same time clearly revelling in my submission to him.

“But it has to be done!”

Moments later, he landed the first of a series of hard slaps on my buttocks with the palm of his right hand, alternating between one side and the other, until he got into his stride, after which he began to vary the pattern, to keep me guessing what was coming next.

He kept this up for a good couple of minutes at a steady pace until he paused to examine the effect his blows had had on the colour and temperature of my behind. Only to resume once more after fondling them again to add more blows, this time a little harder and more frequent than before.

“That’ll do for the warm-up!” he declared, as though I had completed the preliminary to our usual exercise session, by which time I had begun to gasp from the pain after each one landed and tighten by buttocks in anticipation of the next.

“Nice and rosy now!” he chortled in obvious satisfaction, running his hand over their curves once more, but this time also awarding each of them a kiss!

“Now for your punishment!” he announced mischievously, upon hearing me heave a sigh of relief after concluding that my chastisement was now over!

Wrenching my head up by my ear, he forced me back onto my feet as he rose from the bench, until we were both standing facing it, after which he positioning me bent over, with my arms outstretched and my palms flat on the top of the bench with my legs spread apart.

To my horror, out of the corner of my eye I then witnessed him pick put a leather weight-lifter’s belt from the rack on the wall with “Gold’s Gym” emblazoned across it and calmly fold it in two!

Once my ass was positioned exactly where he wanted it, Leo then landed a series of stinging blows on my buttocks with the, six-inch wide, middle part of the waistband.

Christ was it painful!

Although I’d been hand-spanked by a guy before, I’d never experienced being hit hard with a leather belt before – at least not since I’d been a kid (my dad was a bit “old school” as far as discipline was concerned) and certainly not one six-inches wide!

“You always did have a low pain threshold,” Leo commented dismissively as he witnessed me squirm, but thankfully deciding I’d suffered enough after awarding me six of the best.

“Now you know what to expect if you dare step out of line again!” he smirked.

“Get up!” he demanded, as he hung the belt back up on the rack, “With your head bowed and your eyes to the floor!”

“Another thing we need to get sorted is that, from now on, you’re to call me “Sir” when you address me, as a mark of respect, and if you have anything to say beyond “yes” or “no” ask my permission first! Otherwise, you keep shtum! Got it?”

“Yes, Sir!” I replied, massaging my buttocks in an attempt to dissipate the pain of his blows.

“Good boy!” he replied to immediately confirm my reduced status, “Now, stop rubbing your arse and get down the floor where you belong!” he demanded.

Plainly, reducing me to the status of a child, was not sufficiently humiliating enough!

Uncertain what position was expected of me, but now fearful of asking, I knelt down before him in a canine pose with my hands and knees on the heavy-duty carpet that covered the gym floor, and caught a glimpse of my now, red-striped, ass cheeks in the wall mirror.

“On your belly!” Leo then added, placing his foot in the small of my back and pressing me downwards until I was laid flat-out, with my tender-most skin rubbing up against the coarse carpet flooring.

“This is the position you’ll adopt to greet your Master in future, slave! I want you stripped naked, on your belly with your head down at my feet – cos the first thing you’re going to do when you meet me is kiss ‘em to show me you know your place!”

Thrilled by his use of the words “Master” and “slave” for the first time, coupled with the demeaning act he demanded I perform to mark my submission, I slowly inched forward and awarded the toes of each of Leo’s trainers a respectful kiss of gratitude, whilst my cock, which had shrunk over the course of my punishment, once more filled with blood!

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“Now let’s have some press ups out of you!” Master demanded, seemingly reverting to his gym instructor role.

Keen to avoid receiving any further blows from the belt, I hurriedly repositioned my feet and hands and used my biceps to thrust my body up from the floor onto my toes, as he’d taught me to do, and awaited his command to begin.

“You can give me twenty to start off with!” he announced after positioning his feet beneath my head, “But make sure you give my trainers a nice big kiss every time!”

Desperate to keep in his good books, I slowly lowered my face to the tops of his trainers and kissed one of them, only to catch my first whiff of the foot odour that inevitably results from their continuous wear in a gym, day after day.

Clearly well aware of the state of his footwear, Master giggled wickedly to himself as I carried out this humiliating task, taking care not to breathe in when my lips touched the surface of the battered leather.

When I halted to recover after completing the first set, I remained with my arms extended in an attempt to mitigate the smell. But Master was having none of it and prised my head downward to his feet and added a yet more demeaning demand.

“Now lick ‘em!”

Despite the stomach-wrenching stench beneath my nose, for fear of the monster belt, I hurried to comply.

“Next set!” Master prompted, once I’d demonstrated my obedience by lathering both his trainers’ uppers with my tongue.

“Good lad!” he added after I had strained to complete the requisite four sets of press-ups, plus the shoe licking, patting me on the head in his first show of approval since we’d met that evening. But in a manner more appropriate to a faithful dog than his longest standing client!

“Stay down!” Master then commanded, grinning widely as he pulled off his trainers and placed them directly in front of my face.

“Sniff ‘em!” he demanded, slowly forcing my head downwards until my nose was submerged inside one of them and my haunches raised-up from the floor displaying my backside and genitals as openly as if I really were a mutt!

As I slowly grew accustomed to his footwear’s pungent odour, Master proceeded to fondle my arse at his leisure, feeling the softness of my tenderised rump and the raised temperature of my reddened buttocks with obvious satisfaction.

Spurred on by my eagerness to avoid any further blows, given how close his hand was to my ass, I closed my eyes and sniffed as ostentatiously as possible, while imagining the humiliating sight of me from above: bent over like this, stripped entirely naked, with my reddened arse up in the air, sniffing my trainer’s stinking footwear like an excited puppy, turned on by their funky smell.

After stroking my arse as though it were his most treasured possession, Master let out a sigh of satisfaction at my reduced status and reached between my legs, to gather up my ball sack in the palm of his hand to lay claim to my genitals as well.

As though estimating the value of a purse by its weight, he held them in his palm and gave them a gentle squeeze before moving on to stroke the silky underside of my now half-hard shaft with the tip of his finger.

Despite the trauma Master had inflicted on me, as he pinched and probed each testicle in turn and peeled back my foreskin to expose what lay beneath, my cock grew even stiffer.

Amused by my rapidly mounting excitement, he took my shaft between his fingers and playfully tugged it up and down until he had coaxed my cock back to being fully erect.

So, imagine the shock I received when after going to all this trouble to excite me, Master’s next move turned out to be far less gentle.

After straighten himself up, he positioned the top of his bare right foot beneath my loose-hanging genitals to take aim, and, after pulling back his leg, brought it up against my erect cock and balls with a slap.

It was then I realised that my chastisement had only just begun!

My yelp of pain was greeted with little sympathy, as after I cried out, Master proceeded to steady himself against the nearby banister-rail and reposition the top of his foot beneath my defenceless genitals, ready to inflict a second blow. After taking aim, he kicked them a second time, this time with much greater force.

“Stay down!” he reiterated, as I bucked and squirmed in response, forcibly pressing my head back down into his redolent trainers to stifle my moans, “And spread your legs wider apart!”

Despite the pain, I feebly co-operated in order to permit him to resume kicking me with even greater ease. Whilst I whined pathetically, he emitted a satisfied chuckle as each new blow hit home.

Several kicks later, after I had learned to accept my punishment without complaint, Master pushed me off-balance with the sole of his foot to flip me over onto my back.

Spread out before him with my paws up in the air displaying my genitals, like a dog expecting his belly to be tickled, Master resisted any temptation to do that, and instead placed the foot he had just used to pummel my cock and balls, over my face.

“Lick it!” he added, as I gazed up at him, uncertain what was expected of me.

Grasping hold of it with both hands, I guided it down to my mouth and underlined the totality of my submission to him by licking its underside repeatedly all the way from heel to toe, in an orgy of self-abasement.

 “Apology accepted!” my Master finally declared, after I’d done the same to his other foot.

 “Now we’re going to do some calf-raisers!”

To be continued...