Master led Shawn to the basement, a very familiar place to Shawn. It was here that he had been trained by his master, worshipped his master and been used countless times. Tonight he was here to be disciplined. He had been disciplined before, but Master had was incredibly angry. He was tired with Shawn's insolence and was ready to teach the young man his rightful place again.
'Fetch me the whip boy,' said Master sternly 'your body is looking a bit to clear for my liking.'
'Yes master,' replied Shawn retrieving a heavy leather whip of the wall.
Kneeling on one knee he presented the whip to his master. He kept his eyes downcast, looking only at his Master's boots.
'Stand up. Hands on your head and your feet spread,' said Master talking the whip from Shawn's hands.
'Yes Master.'
'Normally I'd tie you in place and gag you Shawn, but not tonight,' began Master. 'You will hold your position and you will not scream as I whip you. If you disobey these rules, I will tie you to my table, legs open wide and whip your cock and balls.'
Fear filled Shawn's thought as he imagined having his manhood whipped. But, at the same time he couldn't help but feel slightly excited about some hard cbt. It would be excruciating, but Shawn's cock would probably stay hard the entirety of his punishment.
With that Master began Shawn's punishment. He started in front of Shawn, bringing the first lash across Shawn's chiselled pecs. The second across Shawn's washboard abs and the third across his muscular thighs. Master continued this pattern over and over again. Shawn bit his lip and breathed heavily as the whip lashed his body. He wanted to cry out. Wanted to move to avoid the whip, but he knew better. After what felt like a lifetime to Shawn, Master stopped whipping him.
'Thank you master,' puffed Shawn out of breath.
'We're not even close to finished yet boy,' said Master 'Now it's time for the back of your body to feel the whip.' Shawn's cock was rock hard. The whip hurt, like hell, but nothing made him hornier.
Moving behind Shawn, Master brought his arm back and sent the whip crashing across Shawn's muscled shoulders. The next stroke went across Shawn's perky ass and the next on the back of his thighs. Again, Master followed this pattern for the rest of Shawn's whipping punishment. By the end of it, Shawn could barely stand. His entire body was on fire thanks to the whip, he glistened with sweat as his body tried to cool the boy's welted skin. His arms and legs ached from holding his position, this was by far the most brutal punishment Master had ever given him. Yet, this was only the first of a range of punishments Master had planned for the night.
