When I got home, I looked in the mirror and saw that I had a considerable bruise on my face, where my master James' sneaker had hit me. I applied a lot of the ointment that Tony had given me, but I thought that, unless it was miraculous, it was not going to disguise that bruise very well. Afterwards, sore and broken in spirit, I went to sleep. Well, or rather to try to, since I didn't sleep a wink all night, with a thousand feelings in my heart.
When it was daylight I got out of bed, took a shower and, after having some breakfast, I started to study. I didn't feel the least bit like it and, besides, I was completely unable to focus for a minute, but I continued there, in front of the book. It was what my masters had ordered me to do and I was only there to obey. I had managed to avoid collapsing completely, making a firm resolution to make amends and be the best slave my masters could dream of.
The hours were very long, only leaving the book to eat something at noon, very little, because I had a knot in my stomach and could hardly swallow. I didn't dare to go out either, not even to take a walk and get some fresh air. I was not allowed to do that. At last, that eternal day gave way to night and I hurried to present myself to my masters. Tony opened the door and I immediately prostrated myself on the floor and kissed his feet. I didn't dare say anything without permission, or even apologize, so I thought that would be the best way to greet him and show my devotion to him. He must have liked it, because he smiled as he greeted me and made me get up from the floor. As soon as I sat up I saw that he noticed the bruise on my face. His smiling face became serious and a shadow of pity (and maybe guilt?) appeared on his handsome face. He moved his hand forward and, in an almost affectionate gesture, touched my cheek with a certain regret. However, he immediately changed his tone and, turning around, ordered me:
-Undress dog, and you know your position!
As soon as I was naked and on my knees in front of them, sitting once again on the couch, Tony asked me:
-Well, slave? What is going to be your punishment for your disobedience last night?
-Sir... -I stammered. I had thought long and hard about it, as well as consulted pages of BDSM-. I think a few whippings would be an appropriate punishment. How many? Well... as many as you deem appropriate.
They both looked at each other and laughed lightly. Then James told me:
-Boy, you are not at all ready for such a thing. Instead, we'll give you a few spankings, for the moment with our bare hand. There will be 50, we'll give you 25 each. Come here!
I shakily approached and James made me lie on his knees. I felt like a naughty child who was going to be punished by his father. It was so humiliating that I would almost have preferred whipping. Nevertheless, I felt my cock getting hard. Any way those men degraded me was tremendously arousing to me.
-I want you to count and thank me for every stroke, slave -James told me-. Ready?
And without waiting for an answer, he gave me a tremendous slap on my naked buttocks. I felt a terrible pain. The truth is that, having thought about whipping, spanking with a bare hand on my ass had seemed like nothing when he told me about it. Of course, I hadn't counted on the tremendous strength of that bear's arms.
-One... thank you, Sir -I said as best I could. A new blow shook me:
-Two... thank you, Sir....
James continued to pound my poor ass methodically and with all his might. The pain became unbearable. It was as if a terrible fire was rising from my buttocks to my brain. Each blow reverberated in all the nerves of my being. I thought I would die. And yet... along with the pain I felt a strange, indescribable pleasure, as if being there, punished by that big man, was the right thing for me. My cock hadn't gone down in the slightest.
