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By Ataboy (Ataboy@ameritech.net)

My name is Alfonse Smythe, Al for short. I am a PHD candidate in American Literature and a TA (teacher's assistant) to help pay some of my costs. Linda was one of my pupils in her senior year and was graduating at the end of this term. Linda is pretty, self-assured, tall and slender with a commanding presence. With her good health and commanding personality, clearly an outdoor girl, she was extremely popular, with the guys.I fell madly in love with her.
Being shy, I did not force myself on Linda and she took no interest in me. You might say I am delicate and am a little effeminate, but I am not a fagot or a pervert. I like girls, and definitely I liked Linda who I noticed from the first day she came to my class. I could not keep my eyes off her; taking great care she did not catch me doing it. When alone in my office or at home, I would think about her and with her in mind fantasize and masturbate.
I am not a stalker but felt a need after class to follow her at a prudent distance, watch over her and see that no harm would come to her. She seemed to prefer the big guys. I noticed her from time to time with a different one, some would stay the night in her room but I'm sure, she did not take any too seriously since she did not go steady with any particular one.
About, one month into the term, she knocked on my door at work, a small cubical assigned to me at the end of a corridor, (laughingly called an office). She stuck her head in and asked to see me. I welcomed her in and hoped my love for her was not too apparent. She asked for a favor. She was having difficulties doing her term papers both for her psychology course and my course. Writing, she explained was not her thing. She let these assignments for class slide, being busy with other things on campus. She was desperate. Would I Help? Of course I would help. Being careful not to give away my feelings for her we went to work to get the papers written. I helped her make an outline of what to say, put things in a logical order and made suggestions. I have to admit, I did much of the work but she did some and she got A's on both papers. I loved being with her.
Even after the completion of her term papers, she continued to use my assistance for some of her other school assignments as she was extremely busy with her other activities. I was more then willing to help. I loved her and I would masturbate by just thinking about her.
One day I goofed, I should have locked my door, but I was negligent and she walked in while I was yanking off.How could this happen to me? Just as I was shooting my load she appeared at my door, smiling, giggling and watched me cum off. Hell could be no worse then to have her see me like this.
She said, "Sorry, I caught you at a bad time, see ya later" and left. What could I say to her? I was mortified and embarrassed. I was deathly afraid that I would lose her. What to do?
I slept little that night trying to figure out how I could face Linda.
The next day in class she made a hi-sign to me as if nothing happened. I was nonetheless flustered. I don't know how I got through the class with her sitting there, but I did. It was at 4 that afternoon, there was a knock on my door. Could it be Linda? She always just walks in. I yelled, "Who's there?"
"It's me Linda, are you" giggle "preoccupied? Can I come in?"
"Sure, come in, I'm not doing anything," and then realized how she would misinterpret the double meaning in my response.If I was flustered in class, I was really flustered now.
I stuttered, "Linda please let me explain.."
She interrupted, "it's not necessary, I understand, you're no different then other guys I know. You can't control your urges. It's OK. You can't help it. I won't hold it against you." Thank God, I felt, she understood.
She turned to leave then turned back, and as an after thought said, "but you were a naughty boy. You must be punished." "Of course" she continued, "If you feel, I shouldn't, that's OK, I won't and I'll have to find someone else to help me with my homework. Then I won't be able to see you except in class."
In panic I said, "No, no, no, you are right, I should be punished. I was at fault. Please do it."
"Well, if you insist, maybe after classes tomorrow." with this, smiling, she left my office.
"Are you decent?" she said with amusement, as she popped her head in my office the next day, and marched into my office before I had time even to give an answer.
"Linda, please, I've been thinking all day about all this and let's talk ."
Before I could continue, she interrupted by dropping a nylon rope about five foot long on my desk and she said,"sure, we can discuss this but what is there to say, you did what you did, you are not innocent are you?" and did not give me an opportunity to say anything further.
She proceeded in making two small loops in the rope two feet apart in the center of the rope. I was mesmerized by what she was doing. She said, "Stand up." I stood before her she nudged off my jacket.
"Hold on, let me explain." Not waiting, she proceeded to put each of my wrists in a separate loop, tighten the loops by pulling the ends of the rope, turning me around pulling each ends of the rope around me tight and tying them together in the back. She effectively pulled my hands to my sides so that my hands were bound and immobilized.
"Linda, wait, I don't know whether . " but before I finished she proceeded to bunch up my shirt and undershirt above my bound hands.
"That's not too tight, is it?" she said, and not waiting for an answer she pulled my belt out from the loops in my trousers. She unbuttoned the top buttons of my pants and pulled the zipper down and hooked her thumbs in the sides of my trousers and shorts; yanked them down to my thighs exposing my penis and ass.
"Oh look" she said as she lifted up my penis, "it's getting hard. You really can't control yourself, can you?" she laughed. She pulled me over to the end of my desk, loosen my tie and with it pulled me down so that my chest and head rested at the end of my desk. I was bent over so that my bear ass hung out leaving me totally exposed.
"There, are you comfy?" she said but again not waiting for an answer I heard the swish and my belt lashed across my ass.
"Yeow" I screamed "that hurts."That was an understatement, it was excruciatingly painful.
"Hurts" she said. "Of course it hurts, if it didn't it wouldn't be any good" and swish came the next lash across my ass.
"Yeow, Please Linda, enough, I'm sorry." I pleaded. She showed no mercy and the third one landed across my ass even harder. "Yeow" I screamed again. Into my office came Mrs. Hudson.
Mrs. Edith Hudson is the secretary of the professor under whom I and two other TAs teach and also she does secretarial work for them and me. She's in her early 40s, short and plump, and teaches Sunday school at her church.
"What's all the noise? What's going on?" she said on coming through the door. "Oh my" she said on seeing me bent over with my exposed bare ass. I was mortified.What could she think of me being disciplined like a small child.
"He's being punished. I caught him masturbating" Linda explained. I didn't know what was worse, Mrs. Hudson finding me like this or the whipping I was getting from Linda, but surely she would come to my aid and stop it.After some thought she said, "Can I watch?"
"Sure" said Linda. "He is making a lot of noise," said Mrs. Hudson. "I can fix that," said Linda.
Linda came around to the other side of my desk, lifted up my head with one hand and with the other stuffed a handkerchief that she took from her pocket into my mouth. She proceeded to take my loosen tie from under my collar and wrapped it around my mouth and tied the ends at the back of my head, effectively prevented me from spitting out her gag. "There," she said "that will keep him quiet." She then gave another lash, hard across my ass. "Umpf " was my muffled response to the pain inflicted on me.
Mrs. Hudson then asked Linda, "can I get you something, coffee, a coke?" "That would be nice. A coke would be fine. I can drink it straight from the bottle" was Linda's' response and she gave me another lash. "Umpf" it hurt. Mrs. Hudson gave Linda the cold coke she took from the small cooler in my office. "Thank you" she said and took a drink, "That hits the spot." She continued by pulling my trousers all the way down to my ankles, no doubt to get a better target.
"Look" said Mrs. Hudson, "he definitely has an erection.Do you think he will have a premature ejaculation?"
"He better not or I double his punishment, " said Linda and she gave me three more in rapid succession. Oh my God, it hurt. "Just two more and we will be through," said Linda. She gave them to me and said to me "very good" and she gave me hug and a kiss. Down deep I felt she loves me, maybe not as much as I loved her but now there was a bond between us. The whipping showed she cared for me.
"Down on your knees. " she said, " I am proud of you I am going to give you a treat."Obviously, now she remembered that Mrs. Hudson was watching us, and she said to her "that is if you don't mind?"
"Oh, I don't mind," Replied Mrs. Hudson, "In fact, I find this very stimulating. This is very edifying as I can use this on the deacon at church who is making advances on me on Sunday after church services."
Linda sat down in my chair at my desk and rolled it before me as I kneeled down in front of her as she pulled down her jeans and panties and kicked them aside to bear her hairy cunt before me and said "lick me, you made me horny." After she removed my gag and tie to give me access, I hungrily dug in her juicy slit with my tongue and proceeded to get her juices over my nose, face and chin and her cunt odors wafted in my nostrils.I was in my glory as she accepted my ministrations with grunts, groans and finally with an organism.
"Not bad, " she said, "and now it's your turn. Stand up." I stood up before her with my hands still bound and immobilized, naked from the waist down except for my trousers on my shoes and socks at my ankles. Linda, always prepared, dug in her purse that she had placed on my desk when she first came in and pulled out a throwaway latex glove similar to the ones doctors use on giving a rectal examination. She put it on her left hand and put two fingers in a jar containing a greasy substance and proceeded to insert those two fingers in my ass hole. I had an intense hard on and she firmly grabbed my cock with her right hand. She wiggled her fingers in my ass hole and I couldn't hold back and pumped away with grunts of pleasure. In short order I shot my load on my desk. "Yuck" she said, "you certainly made a mess."
Linda then removed the glove from her left hand threw it into the waist basket and wiped her hands on the tail of my shirt. She then turned to Mrs. Hudson, who I forgot was there. I was embarrassed and humiliated knowing that Mrs. Hudson had watched the goings on and said to her, "Would you mind doing me a favor?"
"What's that?" she answered. "I have a date with my boyfriend, we will be getting a bite to eat and plan to go to that new disco that just opened up off campus. Do you mind that I leave now and will you clean him up for me?"
"Sure go ahead. I will take care of him. It will be my pleasure," Mrs. Hudson said.
"Thanks, and by the way, leave the rope in his desk drawer since I will probably use it again later on," said Linda as she straightened herself up and left.
"You're not going to tell anybody about what happened here?" I asked Mrs. Hudson as she proceeded in untying me and helping me get my composure back.
"Certainly not," she said to my relief "No one would understand," she continued, as she led me into the adjoining little bathroom that I shared with the TA on the other side of it. She used a wash cloth on my face, found some salve in the medicine cabinet above the sink, took a dab of it and gently spread it on my ass relieving some of the sting and residual heat I suffered from the whipping. She helped me pull up my shorts and pants. "There," she said, "I hope, you're OK now.Don't worry I won't tell anyone." She repeated obviously to give me reassurance. Gave me a little pat on my ass and said as she left, "have a nice day."
Over the weekend, reliving the events I enjoyed with Linda, I masturbated. She continued to use me for her homework, since she was very busy with her other activities and I was filled with joy whenever she would give me some of her busy time. Whenever she felt it necessary to punish me for my evil thoughts she would whip me, sometimes Mrs. Hudson would watch and sometimes not, and she frequently let me lick her and then yank me off.
She would not let me penetrate her with my hands and definitely not my penis since, as she explained to me, she had too high a regard for me. She acknowledged that she let some of the boys go to bed with her, but they didn't count since they were mere students whom she didn't take seriously. However, I was different, I was someone she had respect for, someone with a brain, not just a penis and she was very fond of me. I could understand, but hoped eventually, we could become real lovers and maybe even marry.
She told me that she knew from the beginning that I followed her, and that she didn't mind if it pleased me.On occasion she told me she had to restrain some of the guys who wanted to beat me up for following them, and told them to mind their own business. I thought I was so careful not to be observed, and was consternated on finding out that she knew what I was doing, but I was relieved in that she would not hold this against me.
The term was getting close to the end, I realized that I would soon lose Linda so I got up the nerve and asked her to marry me. I told her how much I loved her; I would not expect her to give up her active social life with other guys as long as she would not leave me; I would get a better job to support her; furnish her with her needs, and she would have control of all my earnings. " Just don't leave me," I begged her. She told me she would think about my proposal.
A couple days later, she told me that she was going home after graduation, but had not made up her mind about me.She had contacted her parents and they had suggested that I spend the summer with them and her at their ranch in Kentucky and she would let me know later what she decided about marriage.
I discovered that her parents were quite wealthy; her father had made a great deal from investing and continued to invest successfully and her mother bred and trained show horses. Their principal residence was a horse ranch in Kentucky where we were going to spend the summer. Her father supplied the air fair since I could not afford first class and he insisted that this was the way we were to come. I was to travel light and put my other belongings in storage since as his guest it would be his pleasure to supply all my clothing and other needs for he knew what they would be for informal living on a ranch.
I was pleasantly surprised at my warm welcome I received from both her father and mother. Her father's name was David. He was a well-built man, in his mid 40s, stocky but not fat, and graying at the temples. Her mother, Sarah, in her early 40s, was tall and slender somewhat like Linda, and I could see how Linda got her good looks. Both were obviously outdoor people in the pink of health. They were very gracious to me and seemed to be genuinely glad to have me as a guest for the summer.
Linda's father, obviously proud of the ranch, gave me a quick tour of it on our arrival. It was a busy place, a few horses in the pasture lazily munching on grass, others going through their paces with a trainer in a fenced in yard not far from the barn containing their stalls and the carriage house with stable equipment, fittings, saddles, harnesses, bridles, bits and reins.Everything was clean and neat in its place.
Linda and her mother, while her father was showing me around, saddled up and mounted some fine looking Studs and while riding them at a slow trot, Linda was obviously telling her mother how things went at school.
Her father after our quick tour of the ranch took me to the large ranch house. It was impressive. He showed me to my room. It was quite something; a good size room with a fine heavy wood bed, a TV in the room and a computer. The closet contained clothing, flannel shirts, slacks and jeans all my size. There was underwear, and other necessities neatly put away in the large dresser, and toilet ware in the attached bathroom.They certainly went to a lot of trouble for me. Linda must have supplied them with the information they would have needed to have the specifications for the clothes to fit. Her parents were so friendly, and understanding I felt certainly they would be on my side in convincing Linda to marry me.
Dave suggested I wash up, catch a nap, and he will see me at supper at 6.30. I welcomed his suggestion, and did just that. After my rest, I selected a checkered red flannel shirt and slacks, since I sensed the informality of this place. At about 6.15 I heard the guests who had begun to arrive and went to join them.Dave suggested a drink before supper. I gladly accepted a martini, and was introduced to the others there, the trainer, two couples who were neighbors, another man who was in charge of running the ranch and a girl friend of Linda's. We all went in for supper that was sumptuous.
Sarah sat next to me and through supper and told me about the great kick she had from breeding, training and selling show horses at horse shows and by advertising.From a couple of her award-winning stallions she collected semen that she sold to inseminate mares, since there was a good market for it. I listened politely, although I wasn't really interested. However, my ears perked up, when she proceeded in telling me that there were some men, maybe not many, but some men who were meant to serve others and they should, in her view be trained like her show horses.
I would not buy that, and told her I could not believe it. She insisted it was true; I politely decided I would not argue the point and leave her to her illusions.
After supper we all went to the game room to have a brandy or if we prefer a glass of sweet port to socialize, relax and enjoy each other's company. It was a large room, with large, heavy, comfortable furniture and a billiard table. Dave took me around the room to show me his display of rifles and guns on show on the wall. He also proudly showed me the many whips and paddles hung up, a bullwhip, a cat with nine tails, custom crafted floggers, quirts and crops so necessary for the horseman, and Sarah's favorite, a leather strap, 3 inch wide by 22 inch long with multibraided leather handle that she used for training, presumably horses.She called it Ole Faithful, I was told.
Sarah said, "Let's begin," and whispered instructions to her housekeeper, a heavy set Mexican women whom together with her good looking 17 year old daughter, also on staff, wheeled into the center of the room a heavy stand with a saddle on it waist high, the wheels being locked in place. Sarah motioned me to come over, which I did to find out what she wanted. Sarah gave her housekeeper a signal and the housekeeper took hold of both my hands and before I had a chance to object; her daughter being behind me, inserted a ball gag in my mouth and firmly tied the two straps attached to it at the back of my head so that I could neither protest or spit the gag out of my mouth. The two of them pulled me over the saddle so that I was bent over it with my rear end up and the rest of me folded over. They attached each hand by cuffs to rings at each end in the front of the stand and at the bottom of it.
I was the center of attention, and I could hear the amused comments about me in this uncompromising position. I was shocked and embarrassed but also excited in knowing that everyone there was watching with anticipation what was to happening to me. Sarah instructed her helpers, "Strip him completely and get me Ole Faithful."
As the housekeeper and her daughter pulled my shirt and under shirt over my head and down my arms; pulled my pants and shorts down my legs. Sarah whispered in my ear "relax, this is going to hurt a little but it is necessary if you are to accomplish your raison d'etre and you must learn to give pleasure to others before your own." With this comment not long off her lips Ole faithful landed across my ass. It definitely hurt.Then came another, and another, and another. It was unbearable and I had no way to avoid the punishment. My penis, not knowing any better, was erect and was in full view of those in the room, each watching, whispering approval, and enjoying the spectacle.
After about ten strokes with Ole Faithful, Sarah turned to her assistants and said, "I want him clean, both inside and out." They knew what to do, left and came back with a full enema bag. They emptied the contents in my ass, released the cuffs from the rings at the bottom of the stand and attached the cuffs to leather strips, front and back binding my hands to my sides.Kicking my clothes aside, still gagged, they forced me to accompany them naked with my penis throbbing with a hard on.
I was taken to a large bathroom where I relieve myself, given a second enema and then a third so that I would be perfectly clean inside. The housekeeper gave me two sharp strokes across my ass with a crop that she carried hooked to her belt to persuade me that obedience was better then valor. They shaved my entire body from the shoulders down except the hair around my penis, which was trimmed, thank you, to leave some evidence of my manhood. They well greased my ass hole, dusted me with baby talcum powder, put a bow ribbon on my penis and led me back to the play room.
I was taken directly to Sarah, and the whole room fell into hushed silence as all attention was drawn to me.Sarah brought me over to her husband and said to him, "Enjoy darling."
She then said to me, "on your knees," and gently ran Ole faithful along my back so that I would understand she meant business. Releasing my gag with her other hand she said "open your mouth."
I, being prudent, complied, as Dave unzipped his fly and he pulled out his long thick cock, inserted it into my mouth where it made itself at home. He said, "suck."Half way in becoming enlarged, it filled my mouth. He said, "If you want to become a good cocksucker, you have to learn to take it all the way. It ain't that hard.Just concentrate and enjoy it." Holding my head by my ears for leverage, he pushed it further down my throat where I managed to swallow his large appendage without choking.
As he withdrew it slowly I took a breath and sucked it and before it came out of my mouth he reversed direction and shoved it back down my throat. Again he withdrew it partly, I breathed and sucked, and back down it went.His rhythm became faster and I accommodated him for which he showed his appreciation, by grunts, groans and words of encouragement.
He said, "I'm cuming. Now swallow it immediately, so that it doesn't go into your windpipe, bon appetite, " and his weapon discharged; in fact it discharged three times before his gun was empty. As he withdrew it he squeezed it so that I would get the last drop. In truth, it didn't taste bad at all, like raw oysters or caviar, very tasty.
There was applause and clapping by the onlookers, and I heard, "good show," by someone in the audience. I also heard Linda telling her mother, "Didn't I tell you, he's a natural. He will be great to train."
Sarah came over to me and from my chin gathered some drops of semen with her finger and placed the drippings in my mouth where it belonged. She turned to the others in the room and asked, "Who's next?"
I was passed from one to another. The men either sodomized me up my ass or gave me more lessons in the techniques of fellatio. The women either had me perform cunnilingus or analingus or both on them. They worked me to complete exhaustion to satisfy their carnal pleasures but did not allow my organ the same privilege even though it stood ready, willing and able to participate.
After everyone seemed to have had there fill, Sarah gave instructions to her hired help to prepare me for next day by relieving me of my heighten need to satisfy the demands of my engorged prick, wash me up and make certain that I get enough rest to start my exercising schedule. The cute daughter of the housekeeper led me to the center of the room and with her latex gloved left hand pressed two fingers up my ass, giggling grabbed peter with her right hand and I did the rest. I pumped away and with groans of pleasure shot my load into a waist basket that she with foresight placed in front of me. With loud approval of the company and with their well wishes, I was led away for her to complete her task.
After my shower, and after I put on the silk pajamas that was laid out for me, the young mistress told me to go to sleep since I will be required to get up early for breakfast. She gave me a kiss and assured me we would get together alone later. With a knowing smile, she left and locked my door on the outside. I checked the window for the other way out if I had the courage and energy to escape. It could not be opened and instead of glass, installed was one inch thick plastic. No one could break out through the window. Resigned, to the fact that I was not going anywhere, I went to sleep, and being exhausted, slept like a log.
"Get up, faggot," shouted the housekeeper, as she rudely shook me out of my deep sleep "and don't you dare jack off." I could not help the hard on I had. She virtually threw me out of bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over her lap and pulled down my pajama bottom.She shoved in my ass a greasy nozzle from the enema hose, the enema having been previously hung on the bedpost. With obvious contempt, she made her demands on me to shit and shave and wear the clothes she laid out for me. Again, she warned me not to jack off but to get my ass over for breakfast. Fortunately, my erection subsided after I pissed.
"Come and join us for breakfast," I Heard David call out to me as I left my room. The family were in the dinning room eating, and on the a sideboard sat a steaming bowl of scrambled eggs, a plate with sausages, bacon and slices of ham, a bowl of hash brown potatoes, a cloth napkin with rolls and bagels, butter, jam and creamed cheese.
"Yes, have some breakfast," said Sarah, "join us, you must be hungry." I was and I did. They were most friendly to me and acted as if what happened the previous day never occurred. When I sat down with a full plate, Dave passed the coffee pot, cream and sugar and gave me a big smile. They made me feel at home and chatted with me as if I was one of their family.
After I finished Sarah got down to business. "You know we are going to start you off on an exercise program.But take it easy and read the newspaper for the next half hour or so, and come and join Linda and I, we will be horse back riding." I anticipated riding one of their show horses and joining them for a ride.
After I finished breakfast, read the paper for a few minutes, I was anxious to join Linda and her mother horse back riding so I left to mount up. Walking to the stable, about halfway there Linda and her mother rode up to me; Linda dismounted and told me hold still. She placed a leather collar around my neck, attached a long leash to it, remounted her horse, and said, "we are going to get you in shape so keep up as I run you around the track."
Holding on to the leash, she led me first at a slow gait for about a quarter of a mile, then picked up the pace for another quarter of a mile, then slowed down again for me to get my wind. I was getting pooped and Linda was getting bored, so she turned me over to her mother and Linda rode off. Sarah continued my exercise regime but also told me that they were going to go easy on me until I acquire more stamina. She informed me that that she is going to require me to run around the track hereafter while either she or the trainer watched increasing daily the exercise. But since I was exhausted and wet with sweat she called it quits today and led me back to the Stable at a slow walk.
In the stable Sarah handed over the leash to two Mexican stable boys and told them, "Clean him up and send him back to the ranch so he can rest before lunch."
After Sarah rode off, they released the leash from the collar, but immediately tied my hands together and I protested and told them they had no right to do this. They laughed. They attached my bound hands to a rope, threw the end around a beam and pulled my hands up taut and tied the loose end to a rail. I was stretched and at their mercy. My sweaty shirt was pulled up my arms and my pants and shorts were pulled down to my ankles.
One of them took a crop hanging near by, and with scorn said, "Lets see the Gringo dance." Across my ass came the crop. I screamed, "Yeoh, stop." But it came again, and again and again. I pleaded with them and told them they weren't going to get away with this mistreatment to me. They laughed and continued whipping my ass.