Miss Strokewell studied her victim as he stood locked in a bent forward position in her headboard, his bare upturned bottom freshly spanked, his spent genitals hanging flaccidly in his thighs, his copious spend spattered on the smoothly worn wooden floorboards between his parted feet.
She stepped behind him and fondled and pinched his burning rumps between her cool fingertips, eliciting further whimpers of displeasure from the front of the constrictive device. Then she moved her fingers down and pulled and squeezed his dangling scrotum and balls, eliciting still more whimpers. "Ooh, Miss!" Keith grunted. What was she going to do to him next, he wondered?
"Well, sir," she announced, "You've taken a good bare-bottomed spanking and you've had your erection very pleasantly relieved! What do you say to your Mistress for it?"
"Thank you, Miss Strokewell!" Keith whimpered. "Thank you for caning and paddling my bare bottom, Miss, and for relieving my big hard erection!"
"It's been my pleasure to service you, sir!" came the reply, "But I'm not convinced that you'll behave yourself any better in future! Do you intend to visit me again when you're next in this part of town, sir?"
"Oh yes, Miss! I most certainly will, Miss!" Keith assured her. In fact he'd already decided to make another special trip to see her as soon as his budget could stand it.
"And are you likely to play with yourself again at my reception desk, and when following my pretty receptionist down the corridor to this special room? And to present her with a rampant, stiff, drooling, upstanding erection when she next inspects you for sexually transmitted diseases and underwear cleanliness?"
Keith thought about her question for a moment. He decided that honesty was the best policy.
"Yes, Miss! Most likely I will, Miss!" he replied, "I find it impossible not to play with myself and make a mess in my undies when I'm in your presence, Miss!"
"Yes, so I see! Well, sir, I'll have you know that I expect my naughty boys to be better behaved than that! You need additional training, don't you?"
"Yes, Miss, I dare say I do!" came the whimper, "Does that mean taking more of the cane and the paddle across my bare bottom, Miss?"
"Yes, it may!" came the reply. "Naturally it will depend upon your performance and behaviour during your training! I'm going to let you out of the headboard now and you will strip off for me completely, please! I want to see you quite naked, please sir!"
"Yes, Miss!"
"Out you come now!"
Miss Strokewell unlocked and raised the stock's headboard. Keith stood shakily, his top half dressed, his bottom half naked from the waist down, save his socks.
"Now strip!" came the order.
"Yes, Miss!"
Miss Strokewell watched as Keith stripped out of his remaining clothes and placed them on a chair. Now he stood naked before his young mistress. He took a moment out and lifted his pelvis and his flaccid genitalia to her as he reached back and cupped his abused rumps in his palms and gingerly began to squeeze and massage them. His poor, abused rumps had never felt so hot, tender and sensitive!
"Ooh Miss!" he whimpered, "My poor bottoms! Your cane and paddle have been very instructive and punishing with them, Miss!"
"Yes, they have!" Miss Strokewell agreed. As Keith cupped and squeezed, she watched as his dangling penis began to lift and stiffen. She tapped the rising organ with the spanking pad of her paddle.
"And what's this, sir?" she asked. "You do enjoy having your bottom spanked by a young Miss, don't you?"
"Yes, Miss, I do!" came the whimper. What a submissive manslut he'd become, he thought, under just an hour of her direction!
She studied his upstanding erection and his dangling, swelling balls.
"You're a depraved old thing, aren't you?" she admonished him. "You're erecting again, right before my eyes! After I've already given you a very thorough spanking and a very draining relief milking! One good spanking and relief milking should be all that you require in a single day! But instead you've become quite incorrigible, haven't you?"
"Incorri what, Miss?"
"Incorrigible! It means that you're impossible to control and correct! Well! I'm going to begin your special training with some canine work! Then you'll body-worship me! And we'll see how your stiffening cock and swelling balls look after that!"
"Yes, Miss!" came the whimper.
"Now you'll get down on your hands and knees and I'll fit you up in your canine training harness!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Keith dropped onto the floor on his hands and knees as if he were a big dog. He dipped his back, spread his knees wide, and lifted his underside. His erection stiffened beneath his belly. For ages he'd dreamed of being leashed and led as a dog by a pretty mistress, and now his opportunity had arrived.
He watched as Miss Strokewell stepped to an implement rack and took down an accoutrement formed of a pair of leather dog's collars connected by a slender adjustable strap. She stepped back to him with it and crouched beside him. She explained its workings to him as she fitted him up in it.
"This is your canine training harness, Keith sir!" she explained. "This larger dog's collar fits about your neck - like so!" She fitted it in place and buckled it firmly. "And this smaller collar fits about the neck of your scrotum - like so!" She leaned to his rear and fitted the collar in place and buckled it firmly so that Keith's two balls were caught by it as a single plump ball. "Finally, this slender adjustable connecting strap attaches between the two collars, thus up between your buttocks and above your spine to the back of your neck collar - so that when I cinch it tight - like so! - your balls and throat will be drawn inexorably together - like so!"
Miss Strokewell fitted the strap in place and then cinched it up tight and buckled it. "Nngh! Miss!" Keith grunted. She now had him in the most exquisite submissive doggy-like bondage-restraint! His necked scrotum - containing his two balls - was drawn up high between his buttocks - and his head and neck were also drawn high and back! He lifted his balls, dipped his back, and lifted his neck and head high in an effort to relieve the tension of the taut strap which now ran between his two collars! Meanwhile the upward pull on his scrotum, from behind, also caused his rampant erection to be pulled straight down to point directly to the floor between his widely splayed knees. He did indeed assume the posture of an alert, pert, submissive - and genitally very openly exposed and erect - canine!
