Daniel walked slowly across the room to the chest of drawers as Roger had instructed him to. He opened it and looked inside. There were several bondage-style items present, including a couple of lengths of strong-looking rope, what looked like a blindfold and of course a leather strap, curled up around itself.
When he saw it his heart sank - even though Roger had told him where to find it, he half hoped that he had been mistaken and that it might have been lost in the house somewhere, leading to a lengthy search and a delay in the punishment that Daniel was now certain to receive.
He picked it up. It was dark brown leather and at the end had two tails. It looked fairly well worn, and thick enough to hurt.
Still walking slowly and trembling noticably, Daniel moved back in front of his new Master and held the strap out in front of him. Roger took it.
"Good," Roger said.
"This is a Lochgelly tawse, which was used in schools particularly in Scotland for administering corporal punishment for many years. Of course, those being punished back then were not adults - which you are."
He smiled a sinister smile before continuing.
"Although I could be described as a sadist Daniel, I am also very fair and there will always be method in the punishments that you receive. The reason for inflicting the strapping on your penis is so that, for a few days at least, any further instances of you becoming aroused will feel quite painful. Also, the very act of you presenting it to me in the palm of your hand is intended to be both humiliating and a display of your submissiveness to me. Is that how you are feeling now boy?"
"Yes!" Daniel almost shouted, unintentionally through gritted teeth.
"Yes what?" Roger snapped.
Daniel breathed deeply, composing himself, and whispered, "yes Master."
"Good," said Roger. "Now hold out your penis please."
Daniel's cock has by now softened, which was hardly surprising since he was about to be hit upon it. However, there was enough blood flow still present to make it a big enough target for the Master.
He reluctantly cupped it into the palm of his right hand before holding his hand flat and presenting it to Roger, almost like a gift. As a Master who quite obviously enjoyed seeing fear in the eyes of his slave, it was a gift that Roger intended to accept for his use.
"Okay," Roger said methodically. "I need it a little higher, so stand on your tiptoes so I can get a better angle."
Daniel obediently raised the heels of his feet off the floor.
Roger took a step slightly to the right, and placed the tawse flat across Daniel's cock.
"Prepare yourself Daniel. And stay as still as you can please."
Daniel braced himself, and after no more than a couple of seconds Roger raised the leather strap and brought it down hard across the middle of his slave's length. It cracked as it fell, almost instantly making Daniel feel a sharp burning pain and making him feel quite sick. He landed back onto the heels of his feet with a shudder.
"Ow, it hurts!" Daniel exclaimed through his gritted teeth.
"Of course it hurts boy. It's supposed to, and it will hurt even more if I am forced to increase the number of strokes due to you failing to follow my instructions to the letter. Now back on your toes."
Daniel obeyed, and straight away Roger repeated the trick, whacking the slave's cock as hard as he could.
Daniel raised his head and looked at the taller man. He saw Roger's gaze alter slightly as he concentrated on completing the job effectively.
The third stroke landed on the head of Daniel's cock, leaving a thick red strap mark. The fourth hit in exactly the same place.
Daniel again grunted through his teeth, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He was determined not to cry - even though he was hating the physical assault he was being subjected to, he did not want to displease his new Master.
