From Sir to Master Fantasy

• Contact mag
• Shaved cock
• Submission
• OTK Spanking
• Cane
• Cock sucking

Before the Internet I used a contact magazine called Privilege which I found through that wonderful CP magazine Janus. 

You would answer ads by sending a sealed envelope, with postage and the post box written in pencil. Replies came back the same way.

I’m in my twenties, quite nieave and inexperienced. I’m hetrosexucal but I do fantasise about being naked and being beaten by a man. At that time my sole sexual experience was with another boy, mostly mutual masturbation and a lot of oral. 

Writing to Sir

I start a correspondence with a prospective Sir calling himself Mr Mc. He’s looking for a schoolboy to re-enact school type scenarios. 

We exchange ideas, experience and fantasies. I masturbate with his letters. How he explains what a boy should be and how a boy should be treated. He thinks I deserve regular corporal punishment. 

Detailing the Scene

Gradually I reveal my fantasies and tell him of my experience at school. He likes the detail of my schooldays at a minor public school in Hertfordshire. I write about my need to be a boy with a strict Sir who punishes me and uses me for his pleasure. I also explain I am heterosexual. He agrees this is normal and I should get my ‘Sir’ fantasies played out. 

I relate what I did with my friend ‘J’ in the woods and in our bedrooms.

We Meet

I walk down a side street in St Albans to a pub called ‘The Goat’ where I’ve arranged to meet Mr Mc. I am prepared as he instructed. My mind is full of questions, how far will it go, will I cry, will I be able to take the pain of the cane and more. 

It’s early evening and the pub is not that busy. I know it extends far back, so I take a step up to the back room and try to look innocent as I look around. Then I see him.

It’s my old English Master. He sees me and smiles. He knows. He knows it is me. In a trance I walk to his table. He pats the padded bench beside him and I sit.

‘Bit of a shock?’

I can’t speak. 

‘Not to worry. We have much to talk about. I’ll get you a drink.’

He leaves and I am motionless. He knows everything. Every thought about my school punishments, my sexual experience and my fantasies. 

Mr Mc places a glass of coke with a straw in front of me. 

“I suspected it was you. You gave just enough away about the school. Well, young man. You’re here now. What to do with you eh?’

A jolt of sex energy passed through my cock with that last phrase.

‘I…I.’ I could hardly speak.

“I remember whacking you with a gym shoe several times…so, you wanted it on the bare did you?’

I nod feebly. 

‘Such a shaply, girl like bottom but with enough bouncy flesh.’

I tried to sip my coke. 

‘Have you shaved your pubis as instructed?’

‘Yes sir.’ I manage to say.

‘Good boy. That shows intend. The act of shaving yourself smooth also shows signs of true submission.’

Mr Mc sipped his pint. 

‘Do you have a semi?’

I nod and his hand slides up my though and feels me. He doesn’t say anything. His hand working discreetly under the pub table, making my cock stiffer and stiffer. 

‘I have quite a session planned for you young man.’ 

There was a pause as his hand left my trouser contained cock. 

‘If you leave with me know then you will obey all instructions. Do well and I will reward you.’

He took a final sip of his pint and got up. I followed.

The Session

He ordered me to stand in the hall of his house, hands on head. I heard him moving around. 

He took me by the arm and led me into his study. 

‘An inspection before we start’,

He had me strip to my white pants, vest and ankle length grey socks. He sat at his desk and watched. I assumed the position of hands on head. He looked me over. 

He mentioned me to him. He inspected my cock and bottom, stroking me before I turned to face him again. He pulled my pants down to mid-thigh. He knew what he wanted. He stroked my smooth and sensitive pubis. He cupped my balls and then eased my pre-cum filled foreskin back. 

‘Excellent.’ 

Then I was over his knee for the first part of my punishment. He started slowly but the spanking built up till I was squirming. I almost cried. Corner time with no rubbing followed after he had tugged my pants off. 

‘Round two’. 

When I turned he was holding an old fashioned gym shoe. 

I was over his desk with my legs spread for the slippering. Very intense and deep whacks went right through me. 

We had a short break. More corner time for me, a cigarette for him.

‘The Winchester position for you young man’.

When I turned this time he’d placed two chairs back to back. The classic position for the cane. 

I received two sets of six strokes. Given accurately I could feel the weals rising. 

‘Now then. Vest and socks off. Place them with your other clothes’. Once done he again took me by the arm. This time I was taken upstairs to a spare bedroom. A bedroom lacking in furniture. 

‘Put them on.’ He pointed at the bed. 

I pulled the panties up, my cock now recovering. 

‘Pretty white panties. I liked reading that bit in your letters, your first experience with your friend, he finding the panties under your bed. Stolen from you sister. Well, more punishment is due for that escapade. 

I was thrilled, beaten and now in panties in front of this authorative Master. 

The Worship

I did as bidden and removed his trousers and pants. I set to worshipping his cock which was of a good size, thick jet black pubic hair like my friend. I sucked and licked till he shot hot cum over my face. 

Yes it was a good session.