CHAPTER 37.
That night, pain was forgotten because I was resting in Bobby's arms and that always brings peace to my soul. That's the time when we have really honest and sincere conversations, a time when I feel completely safe to share what's in my mind and heart, a time for Bobby to explore parts of me he hasn't yet brought under his ownership of and responsibility for his slave.
"I've decided something after watching Patrick discipline you."
"Uh-oh. He's not very likeable. In fact, I gave him a label."
"Which is . . . "
"Emotionally bankrupt."
Bobby chuckles. "I don't think he's bankrupt when it comes to emotions."
"Why not, Master?"
"Because we have no idea at all about what's going on inside him. He was there to do a job and all his attention was fixed on that. He knew what he should do, and he did it."
"But he could have been . . . . " Bobby interrupts and raises his voice a little
"Stop assessing him. He was what he was. And he was there to discipline a lowly slave, and that slave wasn't worthy enough for him to show his personality. He wasn't interested in relating with you on that level. He was the disciplinarian and you were there to be disciplined. And he did a damn good job at it, that's for sure!"
Dammit! For him I realizing I was nothing more than an object for him to discipline. I start thinking of how I felt even the first time he took his strap to me: "Holy shit! I was really really really being punished!"
"Yes. That's right, boy. You were being punished because he wanted to modify your behavior. For slaves like you, corporal punishment has always been the best way to get results, and, in addition to that, it kept you realizing just how helpless you were to act out your own stuff.
I could see it in you when he first took his strap to your ass. It was in your eyes: first some panic, then the realization that this was true punishment, then you sank deeply into the humiliation and pain of it all. You realized that you really are my slave and you will be beaten into greater submission and behavior all the time."
What could I say to that? "Yes, Master." Not really much of an answer at all. But he gave me a lot to think about. I just wish I could jerk off while thinking about it.
Bobby reroutes the conversation. "Before you distracted me talking about Patrick, I was about to tell you something I'm thinking about."
"What's that, Master?"
"Because of the way I feel about you, I would rather not have to punish you myself, but will use others to take care of things when needed. Patrick is at the top of my list, although I'm sure I could find someone to thrash you if I bring you to the club."
"Wow. That is sweet and hot and kind of awesome. Of course the best situation would be that I never needed to be punished."
"You'll never get to that point, believe me, faggot."
Oops. Tried to push the envelope a little too far. Better back off. "I'm sorry, Master, that was a stupid thought. And you know that I'd get bored with this whole thing if my needs weren't being met. And those needs include discipline and punishment."
"That's a little bit better, but I think you should just stop thinking and slide down and suck my cock. I wonder if I could fall asleep while you're blowing me."
This will be the third blowjob I've given today. It's going to take a long time for him to blow his load again. It's a good thing I'm so addicted to the shape, size, taste and feel of his cock. I try to lose my mind or at least shut it off because this can get boring too, just sucking with no feedback. But then he reaches down and pulls me back up to him.
"that's enough. No more talking."
Each of us gets in his own thoughts and sometime soon we both fall asleep.
The next morning while he's eating his breakfast and I'm under the table sucking his toes, he starts talking. "I forgot to tell you last night, but Patrick suggested that since you're so bright you should be punished for any grade below A, beginning with A-, you should feel the strap urging you to do better.
Shit! Fuck! What a creepy rule. Would create a perfectionistic complex. But, shit, that's how he wants to mold me. As a perfectionist in my service to superior beings.
And sure enough, the first time I got a paper back from Professor Collingsworth, he wrote "Good job!" and the grade was A-. When I brought it home to Bobby, right away he gave Patrick a call. I called "yellow!" for the first time ever.
"What's the problem?" asked Bobby, sounding a little annoyed.
I had to think carefully here. How should I put this? Okay, here: "Professor Collingsworth never gives out A's. It's always A- to remind us that we are all less than perfect, he says. "and he wrote `great job' along with the grade."
"So then I guess you'll have to speak to the good professor and let him know of your situation as my slave. Then beg him to change his policy so you can avoid a whipping. But Patrick will be here in just five minutes to punish you for the A-.
I know it's unfair. That's why I've decided to have Patrick go through with it. Just because I want to. Just because it's unfair. Just because you're my slave and you haven't been spanked in three days at least."
The doorbell rings. "Get your head down and ass up," Bobby orders me as he goes to open the door for Patrick. I hear the two of them chatting a bit, then Patrick comes over to me, runs his fingertip right up my crack, circling the hole, then reaching underneath and pulling my balls down as far as they can go. "Some day I'm gonna hold these balls just like this while I whip your ass," he tells me. I remain motionless but my cock is fighting to get hard again. Shit! I get beaten and can't even get the good feeling in my dick because I no longer have any control over it.
Should I say something? I decide to remain silent, but not for long because as the second of the five lashes presses into my ass almost on top of the first, I yell out a bit NO!!!! –which of course doesn't mean anything at all. It certainly isn't going to stop Patrick who lays the third lash on the bottom of my bottom, right on my "sit spot." Tears are flowing already and I'm close to crying like a baby, and I think that's what Patrick is going for because #4 is laid right across the middle of my ass and #5 follows quickly after, being laid on exactly the same place as the previous one and yes, I'm flailing around the bed crying out like a little boy, "it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!"
"Shut up or you'll get five more. I don't want to hear that complaint again. Ever again!" Bobby uses his sternest voice. So I just keep repeating it to myself, curled up in a ball now, slowly calming down.
Patrick stands there very close and watches. This is what he gets off on, more than orgasms maybe. But not a word. Once I've calmed down he turns and Bobby leads him to the door and they even talk outside for a bit. I was still good and sore in the morning and when I looked in the mirror I was glad to see a lot of red and purple where he beat me.
As soon as I get to campus I'm going to find out when the Prof's office hours are. Hopefully there's something before the next writing assignment. Shit. This means I also have to come out to him. I don't care about the gay part. There's never any trouble on campus about that. It's the "slave" part that's so embarrassing to talk about.
When I finally get to go to his office, he's happy to see me but a bit surprised I've come to him for something. He starts off, "I want to commend you, my good men. Your writing style is superb. I enjoyed reading your work and gave it my highest grade."
"Sir, I'm going to have to share something very embarrassing." I touch my collar. "I think you know that I'm a submissive . . . . well, actually, a slave."
"I've known that, my child, so don't be concerned about my reaction. What I'd like to know is why you need to speak to me about this."
"Because, Professor, my Master is very demanding about grades. Anything less than an A merits punishment. I was thrashed last night because you gave me an A-." I hang my head in shame and tears come to my eyes.
The Professor is silent for quite a while. Quite a long while. "I see," he says, finally and then sighs. "So you've come to ask me to give you A's and break my longstanding habit of only awarding A-`s." I get up the guts to do what I've planned to do "Yes, Sir. Please understand."
With that, I turn my back to him and drop my pants so he can see what my ass looks like the morning after Patrick whipped me.
"Oh my," he says, "fix yourself up there, lad."
I get myself back together and turn to face him.
"Your Master did this to you?"
"No, Sir. He brings in someone else to do it. He watches and takes care of me after it's over. That's how he likes things to be."
"A rather interesting twist on sadism, I have to say. But anyway, now I understand why you've come to me. What to do? What to do?" He looks pensive. "I know. I've never given anyone an A, but if I give you my usual top grade, that is, A-, you will receive a substantial thrashing that will keep you sore for days."
"Yes, Professor, please?"
He makes a "calm down" gesture. "I'll tell you what. I will not give you a letter grade at all. Instead, I'll give you a gold star! I know this sounds very grade-school, but it will work."
I sigh, very relieved, but also deep in humiliation.
"Oh wow. You're very clever, Sir. I thank you so very much. This should solve the dilemma."
He looks sternly at me: "However, be assured of this, my boy: If a piece of work doesn't merit the gold star, I won't hesitate to put an A- on top of your paper, or even lower if you turn in some slovenly work. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor, and thank you again."
I make my way out of the office proud of myself, but how proud should a college freshman be when he's just begged the professor to help him avoid a thrashing only administered to slaves?
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