Chapter Eight

8th December 2015

The following day I was summoned to Carla’s apartment in the morning and found myself stood in front of Carla and Ryan trying to explain why I had been “late” delivering Ryan’s football shoes. They sat on the sofa in front of me. I had been told that I was not allowed to sit down, so I was standing awkwardly in front of them, it almost felt like I was on trial.

“I was very clear wasn’t I wimp!” Ryan started, “I wanted to show off to my buddy Sam and demonstrate what a great setup I had…he just couldn’t believe I had some pathetic beta male doing my chores for me. So I phone you and tell you to get your ass over pronto. And you give some shitty excuse and don’t bring them over until Sam had already gone. I was pissed off wimp!”

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“That is incredibly disappointing!” Carla joined in on the tirade, “I thought you would jump at the chance to serve Ryan however he likes. If he wants to show you off in front of his buddy you should have been over at his like that” She snapped her fingers to illustrate the point.

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“I’m really so…” I started but Carla immediately cut me off.

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“I am not finished!” She said coldly, “Okay here’s the thing wimp, when I said that you could stay in my life I should have made it absolutely clear. Me, not dumping your ass is dependent not only on you serving and obeying me but also you serving and obeying Ryan.” She paused, staring into my eyes. I could feel myself welling up with tears just at the thought of being dumped by Carla, “If you are unable to keep both of us happy, in whatever way we might desire, then I will throw you out and you will never see me again.”

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“No, please not that.” I begged.

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“Well it’s up to you John, you have to work harder.”

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“I’m so sorry” tears started to roll down my face, “I wanted to come over and serve, I wanted to be available at the time you demanded but I hadn’t finished with Becky’s chores and she had a lot for me to do.”

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“That is not my problem wimp!” Ryan exclaimed mercilessly.

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“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

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“You have to find a way to keep everyone happy, I don’t pretend its easy but you HAVE to find a way, otherwise you’re gone.” Carla repeated the threat to get rid of me and my heart did another horrible summersault in my chest.

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“I’ll be better, I promise.” I pleaded.

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“You better be.” Carla shot back, “Now go and freshen our drinks up and then we have some more news for you.”

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“Yes Carla.” I rushed to refill their coffees and then stood in front of them again, with my arms behind my back.

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“Me and Ryan have been talking and have decided that we need a way of ensuring that you don’t let standards slip. A way that we can correct your mistakes and really show you that we expect the best from you.”

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“What she’s trying to say is that we need a way to punish you if you fuck up.” Ryan interjected, leading to a playful shove from Carla.

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“I was getting there asshole.”

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“I’m an asshole am I?” Ryan continued the banter and started to tickle Carla until she was shrieking with hysterics under his hands. “An asshole you can’t seem to get enough of.”

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“Stop stop” Carla pleaded with him breathlessly but I could tell she was enjoying his touch. My heart broke to see them sharing such an intimate moment. They didn’t seem to even care that I was there, almost like I was just a piece of furniture. Ryan kissed her and stuck his tongue into her mouth as he pressed himself down upon her. I didn’t know where to look so I just stood still and stared straight ahead.

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“Okay you horny beast, not now! Later later.” Carla grinned at him. “Now where were we?” Carla continued, turning her attention back to me. “Oh yes, ways to punish you!” She clapped her hands with excitement. “So I was talking to Anna, who it turns out is actually pretty kinky, and she got hold of something for me that I think will work really well. Go grab the canvas bag just behind my bedroom door wimp!” I did as I was told, with rising nervousness of what might be inside.

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“Guess what it is Johnny boy?” Carla asked with mocking excitement as I got back into position in front of them.

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“Ummmm…I don’t know.” I had no idea what to guess, my pulse was racing at the fear of the unknown.

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“Oh fine, be boring.” Carla said with an annoyed tone of voice, “Go on then, have a look.”

I reached into the bag and pulled out what was obviously a cane. My mouth dropped open, it was something that might have been used on kids like 80 years ago, but this was crazy, they couldn’t seriously be suggesting that they use this on me.

“So here’s how it’s going to work, if you do something wrong, or fuck something up…or we just fancy taking out some irritation on you we will tell you to come over for a punishment. You are to drop everything, even if you are doing chores for a friend you let them know that you have been summoned for a punishment.” Ryan was explaining the rules of this particularly cruel game of theirs. The fact that he was studying law must help with laying down rules in this meticulous way. “You will then come over, drop your underwear and me or Carla will give you a certain number of strokes of the cane, obviously the number of strokes will depend on how bad the infarction was. Understood?”

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“Ummmmm…I guess so.” I replied with my heart rate jumping up even higher as I anticipated how much pain I was going to be in. Ryan gave it a swish through the air and hit the sofa with it. There was a horrible whooshing sound and then it hit the sofa with such venom that it made me jump. They both laughed at my reaction. “So for failing to deliver my football shoes when I wanted them, you are going to get twenty strokes of the cane. As neither of us have used it before we both want to have a go, so I will give you ten and then Carla will give you ten. And we want you to count the number of strokes as we go along. We want you to really focus on what we are doing to you. Understood?”

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“Yes, I understood.” I did understand, I just couldn’t believe this was happening to me, how the hell had it come to this.

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“Good! Let’s get started then, drop your trousers and underwear and bend over.” I did as I was told, exposing my unimpressively sized dick.

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“Looking good stud!” Carla mocked me and they both laughed. I just went red in the face and then bent over, not quite able to touch my toes.

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“Work on your flexibility boy! When I’m caning you I’d like to see you touching your toes!” Ryan told me.

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“You’re right babe, it is a nice image.” Carla agreed with her lover.

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“Yes I will work on my flexibility.” I agreed.

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“Good, right let the fun begin.” And with that Ryan brought the cane off to the side and brought it down brutally across my ass.

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“One” I almost yelled with the shock of the force. I thought it would hurt but not that much. I had no time to recover as the next few came raining down upon me in quick succession.

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“Two”

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“Three”

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“Four ah!”

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“Five”

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“Six, Oh my god!”

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“Is there something wrong wimp?” Carla came round to the front and brought her face close to mine, her face was flushed with excitement and she wore a sadistic grin on her pretty face.

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“It…it…just really hurts.” I could barely get the words out.

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“Oh good, its supposed to hurt, that means its working.” She teased me, “Carry on baby.”

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“Seven”

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“Eight”

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“Nine, fuck!” I exclaimed as the agony swept across my body.

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“Naughty naughty John, I think we’ll have to give you an extra one for bad language.” Carla laughed. To them it seemed to be all one big joke but for me the pain was unbearable, I had never experienced anything like it. I tried to fight back the tears but it was no use they were streaming down my face.

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“Ten.” I almost fell to the ground as I heard Carla get into position and Ryan handed her the cane.

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“My turn!” Carla exclaimed in a mock-sweet sing song voice, “you ready for round two sweetheart?” She mocked me.

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“Please Carla, please can I have a bit of a break? Please? I don’t know if I can take it.”

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“Okay, okay, poor thing, I’ll give you a bit of a break.” She replied and I gave a sigh of relief. And then without warning I felt the cane seem to scorch my skin. She had raised it silently and then brought it down with just as much ferocity as Ryan had managed, the fact that I wasn’t expecting it made it ten times worse.

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“Sorry wimp!” Carla said with an amused edge to her voice.

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“Eleven” Fortunately I managed to get the word out before she brought the next excruciating strike against my ass.

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“Twelve”

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“Thirteen”

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“Oh baby, this is so much fun” Carla said to her lover. “Seeing him tremble, watching him cry, listening to his heavy breathing. This was such a great idea of Anna’s.”

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“Fourteen” She carried on the assault.

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“Fifteen”

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“Sixteen, please, I can’t take it anymore, please?” I begged, “Please mercy, please.” I was truly desperate.

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“If we decide to give it to you, then you can fucking take it!” Carla responded coldly before bringing the evil cane down again.

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“Ahhhhh Seventeen.” I was screaming now.

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“Shut up John, I don’t want the neighbours to hear what we’re doing to you!” Carla was so contemptuous, she virtually spat the words at me.

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“I’m s…s…sorry Carla.”

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“Eighteen” I focussed all my energy on not screaming. Having no outlet somehow seemed to make the pain worse.

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“Nineteen”

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“Twenty”

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“Now just think, if you hadn’t been such a potty mouth earlier we would be finishing now.” Carla taunted me, “you could be pulling up your underwear and this could all be over…unfortunately for you, we have one more stroke to give…and I’m going to make sure it’s a good one.”

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“God Carla you really are sadistic.” I think even Ryan was shocked by how much Carla seemed to enjoy my suffering.

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“Only to wimps baby, only to wimps.” Carla giggled then said to me with words that chilled my soul, “Brace yourself loser, this one is going to be a bitch!”

A couple of moments passed, the fear was building inside me and then suddenly she drew the cane back and brought it full force onto my backside. It was the worst pain I’d ever felt. My already sore ass was screaming with agony. Fortunately I was able to whisper the words “Twenty one” and stop myself from screaming. I fell to the floor and bawled my eyes out.

“Okay that’s enough boy! Get up!” Ryan ordered me to my feet. I felt like a little boy next to his composed, assertive masculinity. “Each time after being punished you will thank us for the punishment and apologise for your mistake and promise to be better in future.”

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“Thank you Carla and Ryan for punishing me. I am so sorry I was late delivering your cleaned shoes. I will be better for you in the future.”

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“Well I sure hope for your sake you are!” Ryan said.

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“God this is so fucking hot! Okay, I need you to fuck me.” She pointed to Ryan, “And I need you to fuck off.” She pointed at me. I put on the rest of my clothes as the two of them rushed towards the bedroom door. Carla was like a girl consumed with lust. I limped towards the front door and just as I was about to close it behind me I heard Carla moan his name, “Oh Ryan!” I didn’t want to hear anymore so I closed the door quickly and slowly walked down the corridor. Hearing the lust and adoration in her voice when she spoke his name was crushing. Any other time that would have been the most painful thing to happen to me that day…this day was slightly different.