Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2019 21:44:14 +0000
From: Hugh Everett <hughev@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Husband to slave - Part 12 (Authoritarian)

From Husband to slave Part 12 -- Business Dinner

Just getting up from the bed and moving slowly to the corner seemed to
re-stoke the flaming pain of each of the seven cane stripes on Hugh's
backside, but somehow the feeling of Guy's cooling spunk slowly dripping
from his buns down the back of each leg was soothing for him as he stood,
slightly shaky, staring at the bedroom walls.  Surprisingly, he didn't feel
any resentment towards his Master/husband, despite the pain and
humiliation. He had known Guy's punishment tariff for disobeying a direct
order and that that is what he had received.  As the throbbing in his
buttocks subsided, he grew calmer and the 30 minutes corner time actually
went quite quickly.  He was grateful, though, when he heard Guy call him
from downstairs.  The residual pain caused by walking and the fact that his
wrists were still fastened together with Guy's silk tie, meant it was slow
progress down the stairs and he hoped Guy would not be too impatient.

Guy had intended to leave Hugh in the corner for longer, to contemplate his
crime and its consequences, but after the euphoria of his intense
ejaculation over Hugh's beaten arse, his conscience started pricking him.
He watched a red-eyed Hugh meekly enter the room, wrists still bound, and
lower himself slowly to his knees. Hugh winced in pain as his bruised
backside came to rest on his heels and Guy's heart melted.  He got up from
the sofa and gently lifted Hugh to his feet. He undid the tie, allowing
Hugh's arms to drop into a more comfortable position and hugged him.  "I
love you Hugh," he said, just like in the old days.  "I love you too, Sir,"
replied Hugh.  After more hugging, Guy told Hugh to fetch his rucksack from
the hall.  As he obeyed, Guy observed the bruising now beginning to show
underneath the still livid cane stripes.  Despite his slight shame at
inflicting this damage on the flesh of his beloved slave husband, his cock
did twitch at the sight.  When Hugh came back in with the rucksack and once
again made a painful kneel, Guy went over to him and produced a plain,
white box from the bag. He opened to reveal a beautifully made black
leather collar with silver D rings and embossed in smart silver letters,
the initials GH. He put it carefully on Hugh and Hugh kissed his hand in
silent thanks.

In another box was some cream that Guy had ordered from the same supplier
to sooth his slave's striped arse.  He helped Hugh over his knee and
applied the cream as gently as he could.  Part of Guy wanted to give Hugh
the rest of the day off from serving, but all his Master research told him
that a punishment needed to be a punishment, so Hugh only had half an hour
to rest on the sofa before it was time to start lunch preparations.

Now that the worst of the pain had subsided, with just twinges when he
moved too fast, Hugh actually found he was turned on again, cooking for his
Master with an apron at the front, but his bare, beaten bum on show behind.
He was getting used to the weight of his slave collar, but constantly felt
its presence as he moved round the kitchen.  This added to his excitement
and Guy was pleased to note that his boy's apron was once again tenting at
the front. Hugh had learnt his lesson from last week and only set one place
at the dining table until Guy noticed and told him he was allowed table
privileges. This time, Hugh wouldn't have minded eating standing up in the
kitchen as sitting on the antique dining chair was very uncomfortable.

Guy went easy on Hugh for the rest of the day until it was time for bed.
Turning off the TV, he ordered Hugh to go upstairs and wait on all fours on
the bed, ready for his spanking.  Hugh's face dropped.  Surely Guy was
going to skip the bedtime spanking after such a hard beating earlier?
However, the risk of having the spanking increased for hesitating to comply
with a direct order prevented Hugh from even trying to protest, so after a
sad "Yes Master" he headed slowly up the stairs.

After keeping a nervous Hugh waiting for 15 minutes, Guy went upstairs and
administered the minimum bedtime spanking of 6 smacks with his bare hand.
Even this relatively mild treatment re-ignited Hugh's soreness, but he took
it stoically and hopped off the bed as quickly as he could afterwards to
get on the floor and kiss his Master's feet in thanks.

Guy was turned on by his slave's absolute obedience and gestured Hugh up
from his feet to his big, hairy balls and eventually to his hard cock.
Looking down to see a string of pre-cum trailing from Hugh's glistening
knob as he sucked and slurped, Guy took pity on him and gave him permission
to wank.  Not long after, Hugh gratefully swallowed down his Master's
second load of the day and came into his own waiting palm.

The next week followed their now normal routine of Hugh getting up before
his Master and spending the day following Guy's orders and making sure
everything was perfect for his Master's return home from work.  He wore his
usual uniform of jockstrap and collar all the time in the house now, even
when Guy was out and this added a certain sensual frisson to the most
mundane of tasks.

On Tuesday evening Guy informed Hugh that they would be having dinner the
next evening with Giles and a colleague, Sam, who was over from the New
York office.  "Usual drill, you will wear a dark suit, white shirt, no
underwear.....oh and this" Guy dipped into his rucksack and brought out the
distinctive red box with gold embossing that meant it could only be from
one place -- Cartier.  Hugh opened the box to find a white gold chain with
a small disk engraved with the letters GH.  He sank immediately to his
knees and Guy fastened the clasp round his neck.  "This is for outside when
the collar might not be appropriate" Hugh was overwhelmed and kissed both
his Master's hands repeatedly.  "Thank you Sir. You're the best Master in
the world."

Sam, or Samuel van Branden III as he was officially known on the New York
social register, had decided he wanted to see a bit of real London and so
Guy had had Alexis book a table at the little Italian trattoria round the
corner from their house instead of one of the trendy Mayfair restaurants he
normally favoured for business dinners.  Hugh arrived promptly at 7.30 and
was the first there.  He was nervous for 2 reasons: 1 because he had marred
his last restaurant meal with Guy by interrupting him and earned a hard
paddling as a result; 2 because this was the first dinner with other people
in his role as slave to his husband, albeit on an `in public at ease'
basis.

Hugh would normally have ordered himself a Campari and soda whilst waiting
for the others, but not wanting to give Guy the slightest pretext to punish
him, he gave his order for a glass of tap water to the disappointed waiter.
He didn't have to wait long to be alerted to the arrival of the rest of his
party by the booming, patrician tones of Giles echoing from the door. He
stood as they approached the table.  Giles was the first to greet him, with
a big man-hug.  As he was pressed in to Giles' pinstriped shoulder, Hugh
picked up the expensive notes of his bespoke cologne.  Hugh liked the fact
that Giles, despite his very conservative upbringing, didn't bat an eyelid
at his and Guy's same sex relationship and was secretly pleased that he was
a rare recipient of a Giles hug, as he was usually a strict handshake for
men, peck-on-each-cheek for women kind of chap.

Once he was released from Giles' friendly embrace, he turned to see the
tall, blond Mr van Branden.  Sam held out his hand and Hugh tried his
hardest not to blush as he said. "Delighted to meet you Hugh, Guy has told
me all about you."  Hugh shot a glance to Guy who gave an imperceptible
shake of the head to indicate he hadn't told Sam ALL about Hugh.  "All good
I hope" Hugh managed, returning the firm handshake.

Hugh got his Campari and soda after all as Giles would not hear of him
having more tap water, but after the severe consequences of the infamous
lunch with Gina, he subsequently went a lot slower on the wine than the
other 3 besuited men around the table.  Before their current arrangement,
Hugh had always felt a little out of his depth at these macho high powered
business dinners and had compensated for it by teasing his husband in front
of his colleagues.  He was under no illusion that those days were over and
apart from a discussion with Sam about the hottest new places to go in
Manhattan and Brooklyn, he let the conversation be dominated by work talk
by the others.  Guy had briefed him the night before that the purpose of
tonight's dinner was to try to get Giles and Sam to cooperate more for the
good of the company.  Sam was frustrated by the cautious approach Giles and
therefore London HQ was taking on his West coast expansion plans and Giles
was having no truck with this Yankee upstart who, he felt, was being
reckless with the hard earned British capital.  Guy was attempting to be
umpire as he recognised both intelligent men's contribution to the success
and growth of the firm in which he was now partner.

During the tiramisu, Giles finally noticed that Hugh wasn't chatting as
much as usual. You all right, Hugh? Quiet tonight."  Hugh was caught off
guard. He was actually quite happy just listening to 3 handsome, powerful
men talk about mergers and acquisitions.  The fact that he had no
underpants under the thin wool of his designer suit also added a
subservient sexual thrill to the evening for him. The "I'm fine Sir"
slipped out.  Giles laughed, "I know I'm senior managing partner Hugh, but
we're on first name terms after all these years."  Hugh tried to brush off
his slip of the tongue, "Sorry Giles, I was miles away, thinking about a
particularly stroppy client who has to be buttered up." As he made his lame
excuse, he felt the unmistakeable pressure of Sam's muscular thigh pressing
firmly against his under the table. Giles looked at him, then Guy with a
puzzled glance, but immediately moved on by summoning the waiter for some
limoncello shots.

Several shots and coffees later, Giles announced `Cam curfew,' his code for
`it's about time I got back to Camilla, my fiancée.'  Without
further ado, he was up from the table, heading for the door, hooking his
cashmere coat over his shoulder as he passed the rack.  Guy called for the
bill and asked Sam if he wanted to come back to the house for a
nightcap. Sam readily agreed, thigh still secretly pressed against Hugh's.
When they got home, Sam conveniently asked to use the bathroom, leaving Guy
and Hugh a few moments alone.  Guy came straight to the point: "I think
he's up for something. You OK with me telling him about us if it comes to
that?" "Sir, yes Sir!" replied Hugh enthusiastically.  They both grinned.

Back from the bathroom, Sam made himself at home on the sofa, loosening the
knot of his Hermès tie and undoing the top button of his monogrammed
Brooks Brothers shirt as he gave Hugh his order for Scotch on the rocks.
When Hugh came back in with the Scotch and a brandy for Guy, he heard Sam
dive in with the killer question, "so, what's the deal with you two?" Hugh,
still standing by Guy's chair, listened as his Master explained their
recent new relationship to a delighted-looking Sam. "Damn, that's hot!" was
Sam's succinct reply. Guy turned to Hugh and said, "Slave, I think it's
time you showed our guest your normal house uniform." Hugh left the room
immediately to obey, but it took a while to stuff his by now leaking hardon
into a jockstrap and fasten the leather collar round his neck. By the time
he came back stairs into the living room, Guy and Sam were both on the
sofa, jacketless and kissing passionately.  Hugh knelt, eyes down, the
sticky patch of pre-cum on his jockstrap pouch growing larger by the
second.  He heard Sam say, "Jeez, Guy, you have him well trained!" and then
the order from Guy, "crawl over and make our guest comfortable."  Hugh
crawled towards Sam's highly polished dress shoes and began to undo the
laces.  He slowly and carefully took each shoe off, then started to peel
off the sock from Sam's left foot.  He still did not have permission to
look above Sam's ankles, but enjoyed hearing the American stud's moans of
pleasure interspersed with the quieter sounds of him kissing his Master.
Once both Sam's feet were bare and Hugh had tentatively kissed the bridge
of each one, he heard the next order from Guy, "Now your Master."  He
followed the same procedure with his Master's feet, producing appreciative
sounds from both alpha males.

Sam, once again, did not beat around the bush: "So, Guy, have you trained
your boy just as well in cock sucking?"  "I'll let you be the judge of
that" replied Guy in a nonchalant tone.  Then, in a much harsher voice,
"You heard, slave, get to it! And you'd better please our guest."  Hugh did
not need to be told twice. He carefully unfastened Sam's belt, undid his
fly and immediately started licking at the thin cotton of his briefs.  Guy,
smiling, left him to it and went out to the hall to fetch a paddle he kept
in the drawer of a side table. By the time he returned, Hugh was gagging on
the impressive uncut dick, belonging to his esteemed New York
colleague. "Is he doing OK?" Guy asked Sam, holding up the paddle with a
conspiratorial wink.  "He's doing pretty good, but I think THAT would help
him try even harder."

Poor Hugh, very much focussed on the task in hand, could not see what the
emphasised `THAT' was referring to until he felt the thwack of leather
against his bare ass.  The shock of the blow sent him lurching forward,
further down on Sam's delicious dick.  As he tried to pull back the second
whack hit and once again he felt Sam's neatly trimmed pubes brush against
his lips.  On the fifth whack, Sam exploded a massive load into his mouth
and despite his best efforts, Hugh choked and did not manage to swallow it
all.  As he tried to calm himself and lick up the spilt prime grade US
spunk, he felt something hot on the back of his head.  Unseen by Hugh, Guy
had been wanking with one hand whilst paddling with the other. The sight of
Sam choking his slave with a huge amount of cum had sent him over the edge.

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End of part 12