Текст книги "Femdom. Bdsm. Spanking. Summer rods for Marek"

Автор книги: Zofia Melnik

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 2 (всего у книги 3 страниц)

CHAPTER FOUR

«Marek, you promised to be home for dinner,» Pani Felicia was reproaching to the young man. «Pan Kazimir has already come and what about you? Where are you hanging around? Take the trouble to answer for your words.»

Marek was leaning on the desk of the counter. His hands were gripping the edge of the desk. His trousers slid down his legs and lowered to the floor and his underpants were down to his knees.

"Pani Felicia! Do forgive me! I've forgotten all about it."

Pan Kazimir was sitting at the table and eating solyanka soup. He was a solid man of about fifty, in a brown coat and white shirt. Pan Kazimir had a shaved head, red mustache and beard. A monocle glittered in his eye. There was a red-checked bow tie his neck.

The aunt pushed back her bangs to keep them out of her eyes. Pursing her lips firmly, she pulled back the hand, paused for few moments then slapped Marek's buttocks.

 "And be nice to count!"

She whipped the boy again with her belt. Again the pain burned his buttocks. Marek moaned, gritting his teeth. The young man imagined the wide crimson stripes of the belt marks appearing one after the other on his pale ass.

"Two!" began to count Marek, "Three!… Four! Aunt Felicia, I'm sorry! I am to blame… Five!"

While his aunt was whipping Marek with a belt pan Kazimir calmly sipped the solyanka. Gracia, the maid, sat on the edge of the table, her chin propped on her fist. She was smiling softly and looking out the window thoughtfully.

After counting out a dozen strokes pani Felicia hung the belt on a nail in the wall and sat down at the table. Marek sobbed softly and wiped the tears from his eyes. The young man winced and pulled on his underpants. He bent down and picked up the trousers that had fallen off his legs, then straightened his clothes and sat down at the table. The maid placed a plate of solyanka in front of Marek. His buttocks burned from the flogging, and the young man squirmed in his chair.

 "I love the countryside," said Pan Kazimir turning in his fingers a glass of plum brandy, "I teach physics at a local school almost a quarter of a century. Yes, a quarter of a century…"

And pan downed his glass.

 "Tell me," said the aunt, "do you think it is possible to teach a young man the sciences without being whipped?"

 "I believe that nothing can be taught without rods," replied Pan Kazimir gravely, looking at Marek from under his bushy brows. "Yes, sir, it is absolutely necessary … and you yourself, young man, what do you think?"

Marek didn't know what to say.

After dinner, the aunt led Pan Kazimir and Marek to the back of a large country house.

 "There was a sort of schoolroom here when I was a child," said the aunt, "and I didn't go to high school. My parents hired tutors for me. This room hasn't been used for many years. I told the maids to clean it up."

Pani Felicia pushed the door to a spacious room with a large window overgrown with green ivy on the street side. There were a desk and a chair for a teacher, and there was a blackboard near the window. Marek felt awkward when he saw the whipping box in the corner of the room. Pan Kazimir also saw the box and smiled at Pani Felicia.

 "Absolutely necessary thing for studying physics," the teacher joked.

 "I ordered them to cut up some fresh rods."

Pan Kazimir looked around and noticed a bucket with birch rods standing near the door.

 "Great!" said Pan Kazimir, smiling through his moustache. "Well, I guess we can start the lesson."

CHAPTER FIVE

 Marek did not succeed with physics that time. Pan Kazimir's words came in one ear and out the other so he understood nothing at all. In front of his eyes there was Katarzhina's smiling face and her laughter kept ringing in his ears. In the end pan Kazimir lost his temper.

"You, young man, do not want to learn at all," he said to Marek, "You are in the clouds! Exactly for dreamers like you were invented rods! Take off your clothes right now and lie down on the box!"

Marek obediently removed his shirt and trousers, pulled down his underpants to his knees, and lay down. The whipping box was made so that the young man's buttocks were higher than his head. When Marek was lying on the box, his ass was unprotected. The young man's buttocks were slightly spread and exposed for blows of the rod. And this only thing made Marek frightened to death.

Pan Kazimir deftly fastened Marek to the box. Two belts under the knees, one belt at the waist and two more belts for the hands. The sun shone through the ivy-covered window of the schoolroom. The teacher took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He pulled a long rod from the bucket, passed it through his fist and whipped the air.

 "Good rods," said Pan Kazimir, "let's try to remember Newton's second law."

 He went to the box, stood behind it and whipped Marek on the buttocks with the rod. Then he whipped the second time and the third. Each time Pan Kazimir struck harder. The pain from the rods was so bright and sharp that the young man could not bear the whipping at all. He began to shout in a voice from the first blows.

 "Don't get your head in the clouds in class! Listen to the teacher!"

And painfully whipped the rod on Marek's thin boyish ass. Soon Pani Felicia came running to answer Marek's screaming. The aunt stopped in the doorway and clasping her hands to her chest watched in dismay Pan Kazimir whipping the young man on the buttocks with salt rods. Marek was twisting his body on the box and screeching.

 "Oh no, you can't beat him so, Pan Kazimir," said the aunt and went into the classroom.

 "For pity's sake, Pani Felicia, it's only a flogging," replied the teacher wiping his sweating forehead with a handkerchief.

They were standing by the box. The aunt looked with the tears in her eyes at Marek's buttocks which were streaked with thin purple stripes.

 "Poor boy," Pani Felicia sighed, "you must have pity on him!"

 "In this case you should look for another teacher," Pan Kazimir got offended and threw the rod on the floor.

 "Ah, do as you consider it necessary!" the aunt waved her hand and quickly left.

Pan Kazimir listened to her footsteps fade away then went to Marek and asked:

"Well, young man, tell me the law of conservation of energy."

In a strange way after a dozen rods Marek's mind suddenly cleared. Katarzhina, with her brown knees sticking out from under her sundress, and her straw-colored hair spilling over her shoulders, had disappeared. The young man abruptly remembered what Pan Kazimir had said to him a quarter of an hour ago.

 "The law of conservation of energy says that … the energy of the body never disappears and … does not reappear, it can only transform from one kind to another," said the young man stuttering and sobbing.

 "Well-well, it's wonderful," said Pan Kazimir, "I see that your memory has returned. Could you, young man, give some specific examples of this law of the universe?"

Marek could give no examples.

Pan Kazimir took a new rod from the bucket and waved it several times in the air. The whistle of the rod made Marek's buttocks tighten.

 "Then, young man," said Pan Kazimir, "follow my thought. The energy of the body never disappears; it can only change from one kind to another."

And then he whipped Marek painfully.

 "Here is the kinetic energy," said Pan Kazimir and again he whipped Marek. "Where did that energy go now?"

"I don't know… Don't know, Pan Kazimir," pleaded Marek, "don't hurt me anymore! Please stop!"

 "Watch carefully," continued Pan Kazimir, and again he lashed Marek's shivering buttocks with the rod.

The boy screamed.

"What energy has the kinetic energy of the rod transferred to?"

 "I don't know, Pan Kazimir.…I can't stand it anymore!"

 "The kinetic energy of the rod has been converted into thermal energy," said Pan Kazimir, "and you, young man, can't help feeling it… And now you will feel it again…"

 "Oh, it hurts!"

 "Do you feel the thermal energy?" Pan Kazimir asked and his voice was a sneer.

 "Yes! Yes! I feel it!" Marek shouted. "I understand! I do, I do…"

 "Remember, young man, the energy of the body never disappears or reappears, it can only change from one kind to another. Well, let's continue…"

And Pan Kazimir threw the rod into the corner and went to the blackboard.

CHAPTER SIX

«It's disgusting to masturbate,» Pani Felicia reprimanded Marek. «This is bad for the organism of a young person. If a young man sins he becomes lethargic and sleepy and he has no life force left.»

 It was evening. A night light was burning in Marek's room. The young man stood by the couch having no idea what trouble to expect from his aunt's late visit.

"I'm going to make you get rid of this bad habit," promised Pani Felicia.

The aunt was taller than Marek and broader in the shoulders. Now when Pani Felicia stood next to the young man in the small room, this was especially noticeable. She was wearing a faded purple bathrobe and slippers without a back.

 "Here are the special long underpants I bought for you," the aunt said and handed Marek a pair of tight white long underpants. "To avoid unnecessary temptation, you will wear them every night. Try them on, I'll turn my back."

Marek stood with the underpants in his hands and didn't know how to make a joke of it. His aunt looked at him over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

"Now!"

 "Yes, Aunt Felicia," Marek sighed.

He quickly undressed and pulled on the long underpants that his aunt had brought. The underpants were very uncomfortable, made of thick coarse cloth. They were tight in the boy's groin.

"Very well," said Pani Felicia appreciating how her new clothes fit on Marek, "turn your back."

The young man turned obediently.

 "There are special ties here. You can't untie them and if you do, you won't be able to tie them again."

The aunt tightened one of the cords at Marek's waist, then the other.

"You can't take these underpants off until morning. Until I come and see if you're all right," the aunt said. "And if you disobey me, Marek, and take off your underpants… and God forbid to take up manual labor…"

"Yes," Aunt Felicia.

 "I will punish you," Aunt Felicia promised, and her eyes flashed menacingly. "I'll whip you right in bed! You will be hurt and ashamed."

"Yes, Aunt Felicia."

 "Good night, my angel."

 "Good night, Aunt Felicia."

 Marek couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Outside the window the wind was blowing and branches were beating against the glass. The rough material of his underpants rubbed his skin. The groin itched. But the young man endured. He didn't forget that his aunt had promised to punish him. Towards midnight Marek fell asleep, and woke up at dawn because of the fact that his penis rose, hardened and rested against the thick fabric of his underpants. Marek groaned and tried to pull off his underpants. Then he remembered about the strings. He put his hands behind his back and began to untie the knots by touch. Marek quickly finished with the knots because his aunt tied the laces in a bow. The young man pulled the hated underpants and habitually took the hot penis in his fist. Marek remembered Katarzhina's scratched knees and her sly smile. The boy groaned, arched up on the bed and poured semen over the sheet.

 "I should hide everything and remember to put on those damn underpants," Marek thought and fell asleep. The young man was sleeping so soundly that he did not wake up in the morning when Pani Felicia went into his room and pulled the blanket off him.

 "Oh, how disgusting! What a nightmare!" Pani Felicia exclaimed and pressed her hands to her face.

Her cheeks were flushed with indignation and anger. Pani Felicia left the outhouse and returned almost at once, in five minutes. She carried several long willow rods in her hands. The bars glistened with salt water. The two maids followed her. The lanky Gracia and the short, solidly built Alisha. Alisha had an expressionless broad face, narrow eyes and blue-black short-cut hair that lay on her small head like a helmet.

Three women were standing in the room next to Marek's bed, looking at the naked boy and the semen-stained sheet.

"Hold the boy by the legs and arms," the aunt told the maids, "and hold him tight!"

Standing at the head and foot of the bed, Gracia and Alisha gripped the young man's wrists and ankles tightly. Marek mumbled something in his dream and shook his head but he didn't wake up.

"Good morning, Marek," said Pani Felicia and with a low wave of her hand she struck the young man on the buttocks with a willow rod.

 Marek, still half-awake, jumped up in bed. A cherry stripe appeared on his white buttocks and began to darken quickly. And the aunt hit Marek with the rod again and again. The young man screamed. The stinging pain of the rods snapped him out of a warm sweet dream in an instant. Marek's eyes were wide open and he looked around in alarm. Near the bed the young man saw Pani Felicia with a rod in her hand. The young man tried to jump to the floor but Gracia and Alisha held him tightly.

 "Pani Felicia, why?" Marek shouted.

"You know why," said his aunt.

Pani Felicia whipped him slowly and counted out loud.

"Four!… Five!… Six!…"

Trying to avoid the rod, the young man twisted on the bed and wobbled his buttocks. He tried to suppress a scream and mumbled, biting his lip… Gracia was leaning over Marek at the head of the bed but the young man didn't know who was holding his legs. Turning his head he saw Alisha. The maid was smiling and staring at Marek with her narrow black eyes.

"Eight!… Nine! I will wean you from this sin!"

 "I won't! Never again! Excuse me, Pani Felicia!" Marek shouted swallowing his tears.

"Ten!" the aunt lashed out with the rod one last time and threw it on the floor.

Probably Pani Felicia lashed the rod with all her strength to sum up the punishment. The young man jerked his whole body and even screamed from the unbearable pain.

The maids let go of Marek and walked out of the room. Pani Felicia held out her hand to Marek and the young man kissed her strong fingers with dark cherry-colored nails several times.

 "Thank you for the spanking, Aunt Felicia," Marek said.

"Get dressed quickly and go down to the living room. I'll expect you for breakfast."

The aunt left. Marek was lying on the couch. His buttocks were burning unbearably from being whipped by the rod, and Alisha's smiling impudent face was in front of his eyes. Resentment, pain and humiliation almost made him crying. And for some unknown reason, Marek felt a strong sexual arousal; his penis began to rise and hardened again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

On that June evening Pani Felicia was sitting in a corner of the garden in an old arbor covered with ivy. Red sunlight glinted in the apple trees. Pani Felicia was reading a novel by the Russian writer Nikolai Leskov. The woman forgot the time reading it and heard neither the gate creak nor the light footsteps of a girl on the garden path.

"Pani Felicia, good evening!" Katarzhina called out.

The aunt looked up from her book. She saw a slim girlish silhouette and red hair spilling over her shoulders in the evening light.

"Katarzhina, good evening! I'm so glad you've come to visit us. Let them bring us the samovar."

Pannochka sat down on a chair and placed a bundle on the other side of her.

 "Alisha, my dear, bring us the samovar!" Pani Felicia shouted.

Katarzhina looked back over the carved fence of the gazebo and saw the lanky maid Gratia who was cutting long twigs from a young birch tree growing in the garden.

 "Is this for the rods?" asked the young pannochka with interest.

 "And why," sighed the aunt, "Pan Kazimir will come to teach Marek tomorrow. He always requires the fresh rods to be."

Katarzhina was thinking about something. She looked wonderful this evening, in a white blouse and cream-coloured long skirt. Katarzhina was wearing soft-soled sandals with three leather laces on her narrow feet.

"I keep wondering whether corporal punishment is good for Marek," Pani Felicia confessed, "and I feel sorry for him! Sometimes the boy gets down! I can't watch without tears when the master Kazimir thrashes him, and when I punish him myself…"

Meanwhile Alisha brought the samovar, cups and a bowl of jam to the gazebo. The maid was wearing a modest dark ankle-length dress and a white apron with lace trim. The aunt and her guest began drinking tea.

 "Pani Felicia, that's why I came," said pannochka a little embarrassed, "your nephew, Marek, has offended me…"

Pani Felicia's beautiful ruddy face turned pale.

 "What has he done again, he rascal?"

Katarzhina sighed. She took the cup and sipped carefully the hot tea. She was looking through the aunt at the garden, at the fence between the bushes. Katarzhina smiled sadly.

 "I'm so sorry," pani Felicia. "You know, Marek and I were friends. I don't want to tell lies! But I can't stand his mischief anymore! When Marek came to see you, he wouldn't let me through. It was fun at first! Marek is a cute boy! He confessed his feelings, gave flowers. Molested me with the kisses… When I went swimming in the lake he spied on me. He would sneak into our dacha in the evenings and look in my window…"

 "What an impudent fellow!"

 "And today we had another conversation," the girl continued. "I told Marek I didn't want to see him again! My fiance is coming to see me next week and I want Marek to leave me alone! I turned and walked away. And he… and your Marek… He picked up mud from a forest puddle and threw it at my back! Hit me right between the shoulder blades! Here, look what happened to my favorite sundress!"

Katarzhina sobbed and untied the bundle. She placed a lace sundress stained with green swamp mud on the table in front of Pani Felicia. At first glance it was clear that the sundress was ruined!

In the country house of Pani Felicia a small cozy room was set up for the library. There were three high shelves in the middle of the room, and bookshelves lined the walls. In the corner of the room near the window, there was an old worn leather sofa and a low table next to the sofa. Marek closed the door behind him trying not to creak and began to walk between the shelves, peering carefully at the book spines. Finally he found the book in French that had pictures of women in transparent lace clothes. Marek took the book down from the shelf and began leafing through it hastily…

The door opened with a loud creak and the young man, startled, dropped the book on the floor.

Alisha, the maid, stood in the doorway. She had an expressionless flat face and a small mouth with bright full lips. Her smooth black hair lay like a helmet on the head. Alisha stared at Marek with her dark eyes. From this sight Marek fell ill at ease.

"Your aunt forbade you to come here," Alisha said in a thin voice.

The young man picked up a book from the floor. The book swung open from his clumsy hands. On the opposite page there was the picture of a naked woman with a curvaceous figure. A woman covered with something looked like fishing net was lying on a low sofa, her hands behind her head. Alisha giggled, covering her mouth with the hand.

 "What do you want?" Marek asked roughly.

 "Your aunt is calling you to the gazebo," Alisha replied.

The maid laughter sounded like a crystal bell.

Marek ran out of the library, down the steps and toward the gazebo. In the summer-house he saw Katarzhina and Aunt Felicia. Katarzhina's sundress lay on the table, smeared with green mud…

It was a nightmare! This could not have happened to him in reality!

Marek met Katarzyna few years ago when he first came to the country to visit his aunt. The young man was charmed by the pannochka and instantly fell in love with her. Katarzhina with a charming husky laugh, with a twinkle in her eyes, with a smile that made Marek's heart ache… She, Katarzhina, thin and flexible as a reed, stood near the bench and painfully whipped the young man's bare buttocks with rods. Katarzhina was angry with Marek and did not feel sorry for him at all. Pannochka steadily lowered her hand and the rod whistled thinly. And there was another purple stripe on the boy's thin narrow ass.

"You're a nasty rotten boy! You don't understand anything else! You should be whipped! Yes, with rods! So, that you learn to behave with dignity!"

Marek tried not to scream. The young man lay with his teeth clenched and fidgeted on the bench. The old bench where he was flogged stood in the corner of the garden behind the gazebo. The aunt sat in a wicker chair next to him, her face flushed with excitement. Pani Felicia was smiling nervously, and now and then straightening her bangs. Every time the rod whipped the young man's buttocks his aunt shuddered. Pani Felicia was wearing an old house dress and slippers. The aunt sat with one leg crossed over the other and her smooth full calves of legs glowed in the evening gloom. The two maids were standing nearby pretending to remove the dishes and samovar from the gazebo. Gracia was smiling and nodding her head in time to the beats but she seemed to be thinking of something else. Alisha, on the other way, kept her narrow glittering eyes fixed on the boy's twitching buttocks.