the right thing.

"Anyway, that's enough about me. Let's get back to you. Are you feeling any better now?"

"Yes. I suppose I’ve just got to see how things go. Go with the flow."

"That’s right. You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone and you’re obviously someone Adam looks up to."

"Yes, he’s a good kid, despite everything."

"But, you know, "he said, with a twinkle in his eye, "you were very stupid and naïve to go to that place all on your own. Anything could have happened to you, you could have caught anything. And stupid boys need discipline as well as naughty ones."

"Yes, Sir." We were beginning to slip into our roles and I felt a thrill of excitement. I had come here purely for a chat but clearly I was going to get more than I bargained for.

"I have a little treat for you. I want you to strip naked."

How could I disobey?

I bent over to undo my trainers, half expecting a whack on my backside. But no. I slipped them off, took off my denim jacket and pulled my shirt off, brushing my nipples as I did so. They were as hard as little pebbles.

I stood semi-naked under Mr Redbotham’s steely gaze.

Slowly and provocatively, I undid the button on my jeans, lowered the zip and pushed them down my thighs. I bent down to take them off and folded them carefully and put them on the chair.

I was deliberately teasing Mr. R. and he knew it but sat there patiently watching me like a hawk.

I tucked my thumbs in to the waistband of my underpants and pushed them down a little, letting him see the top of my bum crack then pulled them back up. Was I deliberately trying to annoy him?

I decided I mustn’t take it too far and finally took them off, turning my back to Mr R. so he could see my butt hole as I bent to take them off my feet.

I turned to face him, my cock standing at attention, my ball sack pulled up tight.

"Sir."

"Naked, I said," pointing to my socks.

I bent down and took them off, adding them to the pile.

"Now go and stand in that corner, stupid boy!"

Staring at the blank wall, I heard him go out of the room.

I stood there for what seemed an age.

Then I heard, "Turn round, boy."

My eyes opened in wonderment.

Mr Redbotham was standing there dressed in leather. He had a leather hood, leather collar, leather straps with metal studs across his powerful chest, leather leggings and leather boots. A heavy gold ring encircled his cock and balls.

He looked magnificent.

In his hand was a length of flat wood with holes in it, which he was tapping on the other hand.

"This is a paddle. Our transatlantic cousins prefer it to the cane. I bought it on one of my trips to the States, but I’ve never had the chance to use it. I am told it makes a sweet pattern on a young man’s backside. We are about to find out.

"Over that chair arm. You know the position."

"Yes, Sir."

I took up my position, butt in the air, expecting the swat any second.

But he kept me waiting, and waiting, and waiting. I didn’t dare look round. He