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Man Dating - Chapter 12 "It's been a while since we have seen you Jake, everything going well for you?" Tom Harrison asked as he stood up from his desk and walked around to the front to grab Jakes hand in a meaty and friendly handshake. It was almost a competition as to who would be favored, both men taking hold of the others offered hand. At first strength and agility were displayed as to how the grip formed, points awarded for even and full. The initial result could be considered a draw, as the clasps were quick and firm. The next question to be asked, who would begin the hard squeeze, more than firm, but having no appearance or display of exceptionalism. Again, all even, as their the strength appeared simultaneously, momentary but bone crushing, the effort passing between the two men like fog rolling in and out of a harbor, in reality the brute force lasting only seconds. The third slated invisible contest, who would release first. Again, no apparent winner as each released their grip at the same moment and the quick greeting ended. "Yes, good to see you Tom and yes, things are going very well," Jake smiled feeling the slight stiffness in his right hand left over from the traditional welcome. "Do you have a new girl in your life?" Tom asked, a large smile gracing his handsome face, hoping the answer was in the affirmative. "I mean, it seems most recently that you change them as often as your underwear. Nothing fits?" Jake laughed, "Well not really Tom, kind of in between at this moment but I do have a young man that I am mentoring and he and I are," he paused just for a second, "sort of dating, it's kind of an experiment, to see how my desires and needs are met." "Dating? Now that's interesting." Tom smiled wondering what had changed with his friend Jake. He pushed forward, "An attractive young man, I might suppose, yes?" "I would say that trait is increasing, it is a long road for that but he has already shown significant improvement. I would say much more attractive than when we first started," Jake added satisfied with his answer. "I also have him under a very personal mentoring program," he laughed. Tom smiled as he sat down in the padded leather chair indicating with a swift hand point that Jake should have a seat on the couch so that their conversation could continue. He had no idea that Jake could lean in the direction that was being offered but his understanding might not be complete. His own duality carried across his lifestyle, well known and not hidden and not closeted in any way. The openness he enjoyed would be much improved if Jake could share it. He wondered if his Carla would be open to making new friends. "So tell me more about this darling boy of yours, I do have to say that the interest here is both refreshing, if not a bit unexpected." "Tom, you have told me about your relationship enough times and over several different smiles these past years. I would no sooner criticize you or remark unfavorably regarding your personal feelings and choices than I would walk into traffic. I am glad you are enjoying life. But for me, this is strictly just friendship and I do have to say, I am enjoying the guidance aspect too." Tom stood and went over to the bar and grabbed two short glasses and the bottle of unopened scotch and returned to his seat. "Well, you have to tell me all about it even if there is no sex involved," he laughed pouring two fingers into each glass, not letting a drip miss the art worthy tumblers. "He and I have been friends for years, but I decided I wanted to take it to the next level, but to do so there would have to be changes," Jake took the glass filled with the dark brown bourbon. "Change is good," Tom agreed as they clinked glasses. Jake laughed and took a sip of the rich smooth whiskey. "Tell me, what changes?" Tom asked leaning close. Jake smiled, "Well everything of course, you know me and how controlling I can be. And you know Getty, the fellow that owns Kensington Industries?" "Yes, fine fella." "Well he is helping in the transition, which I think will be highly advantageous to the cause." "Sounds like it," Tim said thinking that there really should be sex in this story somewhere. "So what changes?" "Well, like I said, everything, dress, attitude, respect, I even changed his name back to his given name, Marian." "Mary Anne?" Tom laughed out loud, "Now you cannot tell me there is not sex in this story." "No, not Mary Anne, Marian like the Webster fellow, you know the dictionary spelling." "Well it's still sounds like Mary Anne.. but that is definitely funny.. Please go on." "Anyway, he is a new employee at Kensington too, which is really great as Mrs. Getty, their President, is also making sure my boy stays true to his new self," Jake continued sharing his recent achievements to date, all proudly stated. "Well it sounds like you have the situation well in hand," Tom added, "Bravo." "Well it seems she does, funny thing," he took a sip of whiskey, "get this, she has him wearing a bra. All the time, everywhere." "Does he need one?" Tom asked, his smile evident. "No and that is not in question at all, no need but she insists that he does wear one always, so there it is. And ..." Jake stopped not sure if he wanted to go on, "Make up, too," he laughed. "Make up? So this little boy is really cute?" Tom's face gave away his feeling of amazement. "Yes, I would have to say so, yes cute, and handsome. I don't know which is a better description but she is in charge of that," Jake took a moment before continuing. "That's Mrs. Getty and Debra from the clubs salon, she helps too, they take care of that stuff, just not in my job description." "Didn't you date that girl for a while?" Tom asked a bit confused as to the cast of characters that Jake had working on the project. "Yes that's right, nice girl. But we just did not click together." "You 'clicking' with this young boy?" Tom smiled his double meaning more than obvious. "We have been friends forever, so I am just taking it a next step," Jake answered ignoring the continued taunts being thrown into the conversation by his friend. "So your ex girl friend is helping, make your current boy friend cute with clothes and makeup?" Tom asked taking a big sip from his glass. "And, she's ok with this dating thing?" "She is working with Mrs. Getty as a consultant, so I guess she's fine with it, any way she got him dressed and ready for work this morning." "Like I said, it looks like you have it all under control," Tom said raising his glass in mock salute. "Yes so far?" Jake answered. "But a long way to go." "Can I get you a second?" Tom poured more of the bourbon hoping to get his friend to open up even more. They drank in silence for few minutes. "Does he have a little penis," Tom asked in most serious voice, "I call it a clit, by the way, on my girl, and her's is so small." Jake stopped and looked at his friend, his look stern, the question far out of the norm and having crossed the line. There was a stern silence in the room. He burst out laughing, "Yes," Jake slapped his knee hard, "Yes it is, so tiny, it's almost cute." "Oh dam that is too funny for words, Jake. Carla has a cute little clit too. I love to kiss her pink little balls and make her wet. She is a joy. So anything else?" "I spanked him this morning," the drink removing any reticence in the story he shared. "That is just too rich. No sex, my foot. Well did you get hard my man? I mean warming your boy's pretty bare bottom, it was bare, yes?" He looked up and saw Jakes smile affirming Mary Anne's little red bottom was indeed bared, "So it was naked, and you had this pretty boy over your lap, the question now is mainly... when you finished warming his sweet tush," he paused again for affect, "Was your penis hard, I mean rock hard, and ready?" Jake took a sip of his drink, and laughed again, "Yes, it was." "So there is sex involved," Tom said in a definitive manner having proved his case. "No, Tom, that is just not in the cards." "Well it will be in the not so distant future." Tom laughed slapping the table. "You and your young man must come over for dinner some time soon, which will be fun; perhaps we can give Carla and Mary Anne a spanking together." "Well not sure about a spanking for Carla and Marian," he said Tuck's new name slowly as if teaching a third grader correcting his friend's mispronunciation, "but dinner sounds like a great idea." "Yes Marian," Tom said slowly and correctly. "We should get down to some business as we have only a few weeks before the first phase is supposed to be in place," Jake said grabbing his project planning note book and laying it on the desk in front of them both. "To that end, I toast," Tom raised his glass to Jake, "By the way where is your young man this afternoon while you are away on business." "As I mentioned, I do have Mr. Getty as a secondary means of keeping things moving in the right direction." "Everything?" Tuck asked, not understanding the directive. "Yes dear, you are going to be fully displayed for my enjoyment and for your first true lesson in self respect. You have a long road ahead of you and I know you will give it your all, your very best, isn't that true young man?" Mr. Getty smiled, his cigar now cold in the brass ashtray. "Yes sir," Tuck said still standing on the platform shivering with the chill of the unknown. The story and background that Mr. Getty had just shared confused Tuck. He could not accept the idea that Mr. Getty had never in all of his years in the military been able to step over the line and had been searching for his self respect for years. It seemed that he had patient demanding teachers who were never satisfied with his ultimate effort and constantly forced Mr. Getty to retreat in training. He could tell Mr. Getty's service to his senior officers carried a great personal significance. For Tuck, it was hard to imagine Mr. Getty in anything but a commanding role. He guessed that his final change in self respect occurred after meeting the general's daughter. He was sure that she played a large part in his ultimate transformation. He wondered if he could make the same change. "Before the removal of each article of clothing I want you to describe it to me in detail, paint me a picture of the item, so I can see it in my mind, how it feels to wear it, how it makes you feel. Once you have taken off the item you will then fold it and lay it neatly on the table, and then proceed to the next. This should take you a few minutes." Tuck felt the cold spine shiver travel up his body again. He blanched, nearly white, not sure he could do as requested. His stance on the platform became uneven and unsure. The effort to be as open and docile as requested of him, especially by Mr. Getty, might not be in his personal framework. "We are at the beginning," the pronouncement made clearly and with authority. Tuck looked at Mr. Getty not sure of how to proceed. He touched the blouse that he wore this morning; the tie had been removed at the office. "I am wearing a near white blouse, with ivory buttons," his voice thin and nearly absent. "Louder please," Mr. Getty instructed. Tuck touched the buttons on the shirt; he had counted then in the mirror, visibly surprised at the number. They went up just under his chin holding the garment tightly to his neck. "There are 28 white ivory buttons, each the size of a penny cut in quarters; the buttons on the shirt are located on the left." "Blouse, Marian. Please be accurate," Mr. Getty corrected. "The blouse," Tuck paused, shook his head slightly not knowing how to go on. His voice soft he continued, "I am wearing ... a blouse that has no pockets and is very form fitting. There is a small lace circle of fabric on the wrist." He picked his arm up to look at the sleeve more closely, the self inspection previously absent. As he assumed, the lace formed little flowers, but he noticed looking at the sleeve now in detail that the petals were actually formed by the stitching. He began again, "The lace at the cuffs on each sleeve is tiny with depictions of flowers interlaced with the stitching." He looked at the cuff more closely, and noticed for the first time, in tiny letters also in the pale silk color, were two letters, M and C, evidently for his name, Marian Carter. The writing was in script. He thought he should mention the addition in his description. "At each cuff they are also monogrammed with my initials, the writing is pretty and in English script. The fabric of the blouse is silk, it is quite soft." "That will do, remove the garment." Slowly, as the instructions were set, Tuck began to undo the buttons watching Mr. Getty for any reaction but his eyes were closed and he had a small smile on his lips. Tuck thought that he had followed through on the request and had not heard any complaint or critique to the contrary. Tuck continued to unbutton each of the ivory white tabs until the blouse lay open revealing the unneeded pink bra underneath. He slipped off the blouse stepping down from the platform and walked back to the table and laid the first piece of clothing down carefully. He walked back to the display stand, retaking his position. He stood silent. "You may continue." He was now down to his panties. They were small and tight. He was not sure what to say about them. But to take them off and stand on the dais naked was something he was not sure he could do. "Remove your panties now." "What?" Tuck asked his voice rising in fear. "The instruction is perfectly in context, and beyond any question, clear and without difficulty. Take them off immediately" Tuck put a hand to his waist band and began to pull them down, but stopped, "But," he paused the words not coming forth, "I have not told you about them as I have done so on the other items of clothing." "Did I ask for comment or invite argument?" "No sir." "You will well learn that such response is awarded punishment of varying styles and discomfort." "Yes sir." "It will be handled in a forthright manner this afternoon. Do you require additional punishment or are you ready to comply with my instruction," Mr. Getty's voice never changed in volume or emotional tenor. The instructions were set. There really was no other option. He could leave, run away, hide and all would be lost. His other choice quite obvious, required him to comply. Tuck took a deep breath held it for a second and then closing his eyes he pulled the panties off of his hips, letting them drop to the floor. It took him another few seconds to rejoin the room slowly bending down to the floor, carefully removing them from around his high heels. He picked them up and holding them between two fingers as if the slight garment was alive, his other hand holding his personal effects partially hidden. "Would you like for me to place these on the table?" "Yes, that would be best." Tuck left the dais once again and took the panties folding them in half and then again and placed them on the table with the rest of his mornings attire. He returned to the platform, both hands now covering his small penis more fully and carefully. He waited for the next instruction. Mr. Getty watched the boy walk over to the table, he smiled. The soft pink bottom bending over on the dais, and then as he walked over to the table, it was a rare joy and one that would be repeated. He cleared his throat slightly. "Instructions and rules are to be shared and given, once and once only. After the rule has been issued and acknowledged, there is never any excuse that will be accepted for the rule or instruction to be violated. Is that clear?" Mr. Getty's voice most assured, remained low. His last statement would only be placed in front of Marian a single time. "Yes sir." "Then listen carefully. You are never under any circumstances to touch, hide, or obscure your little penis from my attentions." Tuck let his hands move slowly away from his lame attempt to protect his privacy. The warmth held close by his small hands disappearing. "Secondly, I only want to see a soft and acceptable facial expression. A smile, is to be the order of the day." Tuck tried to smile, but failed. "These are two rules of immediate attention; however there will be hundreds more." Tuck's hands moved slowly away from the center of his being, opening his nakedness even farther, hampering Mr. Getty's attention in any way from this point forward, would no longer be acceptable. His hands went down by his side. "I think we should call Jake and let him know how we are doing." "So what about catching some dinner before you get back to your hotel?" Tom said closing the file he had been reviewing placing it back into his binder. "Sounds like a plan," Jake said closing his two notebooks on the table and placing them back inside his back pack. "Do you have a picture of your Marian; I would love to see how pretty he is?" Tom asked hoping to see the pretty boy that Jake was dating. "He is not pretty, but he is growing into a handsome young man of who I can be proud of and proud to have as a friend. He has a long way to go but he is now moving in the right direction." Jake pulled out his phone and flipped to the picture album and opened the latest section. There were a dozen or so pictures of Marian, some that were sent to him from Debbie. Five or six were taken from his time in the salon, a few more from the dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Getty earlier in the week. Even a few he had not seen before, evidently while Debra was getting Marian dressed this very morning. His view of the pictures seemed to be new, as the pictures at first glance looked like a very good looking girl being primped for her prom date. Perhaps a young miss that would do well walking down a board walk in heels, and then he noticed the heels that Marian was wearing in the pictures at the Getty's. He rubbed his face, a question on his lips. He flipped back through the selection, looking at the pictures longer. The young miss eventually faded and become Marian his friend, all boy, cute yes, but he could also see the quality that he could refer to as handsome. His male self came through, yes admittedly, a bit off from center but the look, the more he stared at it, the more he concentrated, became Marian, his true self. "This is Marian? Jake my boy, this is a sweet little doll? I would not kick her out of bed. You will need to protect this little gem from the likes of someone like me. She is just too pretty for words," Tom said looking at the images, his amazement plain and showing without reservation. "Tom, you would see a shadow and think it was good enough to take to bed." "Let me say this then. Marian is a real treat and she could not ask for a better friend." "Thank you." Jake ignored the intentional error in gender. Tom let his finger pass over the pictures again moving from one to the other, until the full album was well reviewed. He looked up at Jake, a big smile on his face. "Have you kissed this little angel?" he asked. There was a pause in the conversation as Jake was not ready to answer the question. "You dog, I knew it, so you do have a soft touch for this little boy. Wonderful, I will say no more words, we need to get some dinner Sushi?? Yes... that's where we are going. I know a place where we can continue to tell lies as to how we feel about our secret desires." Jake just smiled and stood. "Sushi sounds fantastic." "Marian, you may keep your shoes and socks on while we consider your first punishment. Additionally, I expect that this evening you will write an apology for the uncalled for outburst. I do hope that we will not see a repeat performance." Tuck stood near naked on the small platform in front of Mr. Getty's desk. He still wore the shoes he had from the last evening, the heel on them raising his own height by three, possibly four inches. He had to move back and forth switching the weight from one leg to the other in order for his legs not to go to sleep. The thought of Mr. Getty spanking him was more than enough to keep sleep from his conscious mind. The stockings that Debbie had insisted on him wearing, black nylon, rising to just above his knee were held in place by a strong elastic built into the top band. His hands were fighting to move in front of his penis but he kept them at his side as the new instructions demanded. He was not feeling any more full of self respect, in fact that aspect vanished out the door like a chastened dog caught peeing on the floor. "Stand there until I call you to be ready." 'Call you to be ready,' Tuck said to himself. Ready for what he wondered, keeping his slight hands at bay and pinned to his side. "We will talk about standing another day, just note how you are presenting yourself at this moment is totally unsatisfactory. Such behavior will not be tolerated in the future." Tuck listened to the words but had no idea how to stand naked on a platform in the middle of the library any better or worse than he was currently doing so. He watched Mr. Getty, open a black note book and refer back to his computer several times typing in a strings of characters. His presence and odd attire were not to be noticed or commented on further. There was a pause, and then an additional shift of the note book and then back to the computer. Tuck could only watch and make up a private story matching the work actions to his imagination, every once in a while he would quietly and slowly take the weight off one foot and switch it to the other. With his well designed position on the dais he could not see anything other than the desk in front of him and the towering library shelves on all sides of his view. "Stop fidgeting," Mr. Getty's voice broke through the dull attention, more waking Tuck up out of his mind filled slumber, eliminating any further chance to dream. "I just won't put up with that a moment longer." "Yes sir, I am trying sir. But my legs are going to sleep," Tuck tried but was unsuccessful keeping the whine from his voice. "Marian, I stood for days one time in higher heels than you are wearing and spikes that would puncture wood, standing on a steel plate in the captain's quarters. This occurred once while we are at sea. So do not tell me about your trifle aches and stiff muscles." "Yes sir, I am trying my best." There were new tears in Tuck's eyes. Silence and disregard were the only retort that Tuck was given. "Well, did I tell you this place was special?" Tom's said as the attractive hostess was removing his jacket. "Yes, you did and you are quite correct." Jake said completely taken back by the attire worn by the beautiful women in the Japanese restaurant that must exist in secret. His coat was removed by a second near naked Japanese hostess. "Wait till you taste the sea clams they have as an appetizer," Tom added not allowing Jake time to comment on the unique attire the staff at the restaurant wore. Jake could hardly wait, his eyes though could not believe the beauty of the women dressed in what looked like traditional Japanese kimonos, but were displaying both breast and pert bottoms as if they were in a private display case. A cute dark haired beauty led them to private two party dining room, helped them to sit and then quietly left the room. The paper paneled door slid open a second later with another equally beautiful girl, her sweet tits begging for attention, placing two wooden squares and stone bottle on the table. She poured the warm Saki, her smile filling the small room and then left as quietly as the first. "Cheers," Jake said after filling Tom's cup with the contents of the green stone bottle filling his next with the golden liquid, it was like drinking warm amber, they would shortly need a second bottle. "This is so great, Jake and learning you have a special boy too, makes my heart sing, I just can't wait for the four of us to get together. I can see us enjoying life up here," he waved his wooden cup around in a circle above the table, "while our pretty girls busy themselves under the table, their soft mouths full of our hard meat." He smiled and took another long sip of the golden liquid. "Have you ever had young Mary Anne serve you softly, nursing on your hard slime filed cock?" Jake smiled again, took a sip of his Sake, "As I said before Tom," he smiled not letting Tom get his ribbing into deep, his name is Marian, and no, we are just friends, getting closer but not in that way." "Ah, Jake it's only a matter of time till you feel the soft warm lips of your little girl toy and not on your lips but taking your maleness so close and completely. It is a feeling so intense; it will be one that you will not be without in time going forward." "Tom, that is just not where my heart is." "Right now," Tom laughed. "Eat up and drink we have all night to feast.. but more lies more lies." They pulled more of the exquisite pieces of sushi off the tray, never empty, and always with new delicacies, many that Jake had never seen before. The lovely ladies kept both the tray and their golden liquid full and flowing. "When you kissed your little angle did your cock expand like a mountain on fire.. full of lava ready to pour forth?" Tom laughed the next bottle had already arrived. "Marian, I want you to come here and sit on my lap." Tuck looked at Mr. Getty wanting to protest, to ask a question but knew it would not be answered in any other way as to a question of not understanding the direct statement, there was not to be a discussion as to why, or why not. His only true choice was direct and immediate compliance. "Yes sir," Tuck said simply stepping off the dais, carefully, not sure if his legs would support the new movement. He did not fall and he felt nearly confident as he moved over to Mr. Getty's desk. Mr. Getty had turned to the right slightly indicating that was the way Marian should enter Mr. Getty's direct area of control. Never having sat on a man's lap, perhaps over one, with Jake, and very close with him on other occasions but not directly. Tuck needed a moment as to how to accomplish the request. It seemed to be a rare trick but thinking back on seeing women take residence there, not his of course, he thought imitation was perhaps the best avenue. He stood in front of Mr. Getty and turned so that his back was facing and then hopped backwards slightly, landing in a bunch on Mr. Getty's lap, it seemed acceptable and he ended in the correct position. "What the hell was that," Mr. Getty yelled and pushed Tuck off his lap and on to the floor. Tuck landed in a most undignified manner and let out a small sound of discomfort more from surprise than actual pain. "I am sorry sir," he looked up from the floor, "I did not know how to approach." "That is indeed obvious." Tuck did not move from his position on the floor his legs under him in near impossible contortions; he rubbed his bottom where the impact occurred, careful not to hinder Mr. Getty's view of his naked form. "That was rude and beyond words." "Again my apologies sir," Tuck sniffed against his tears, "this is just so new, I don't know what to do." "Let us try again. Marian, I would like you to sit on my lap." The command was given in the same calm and even voice, as it was previously. Tuck looked up from the floor. He stood, his stance a little awkward, the fall having a more lasting affect than he previously acknowledged. "Come here and stand by my side," Mr. Getty instructed. "Your back to me." Tuck stood next to Mr. Getty. "Put out your hand." Tuck reached out his am slightly behind him and being so close, well bent. Mr. Getty took hold of Tucks hand, lifting and pulling him back against his lap. Tuck's balance not fully realized, the hand pulling back farther, he lifted to the top of his toes. His naked back was against Mr. Getty's leg and to keep from tipping over Tuck stood even higher on the tip of his heels. He felt Mr. Getty guide him back farther and seconds later Tuck found himself settled on Mr. Getty's lap. "See, that was not so hard now was it Marian?" "No sir." Tuck said softly, still naked except for the fine stockings and high heels but now sitting on Mr. Getty's lap. His voice small and his little penis curled up tight between his thighs and almost invisible, he shivered at the complete loss of control. Mr. Getty's large warm hand rested on Tuck's smooth and bare thigh, the touch just inches away from his little embarrassment. Tuck could feel his heart beating a million throbs a minute, his breath was near the gasping stages, and he felt faint. The hand on his thigh began to move, up and down his smooth leg, to the top of his stocking to the height of his thigh, each time getting closer to his little toy, still hiding from any observation. Mr. Getty just calmly continued his soft touch, his warm hand on Marian's leg, he purposely stayed away from touching Marian's tiny penis still hiding between his bare thighs and he smiled. There would be plenty of time to explore that and more. His other hand stroked Marian's back, he let it run up and down touching, spending a moment calming the boy, each soft stroke letting his fingers play with the blonde locks and then down to Tuck's little bottom, the sweet buns resting on his lap. He played with the bared cleft between the pert bottom cheeks, his fingers tracing a line crossing over his little rose and then back to the soft full head of hair. He could not wait for the boy to enjoy a much more becoming style, the months of extra length would be well used. He stroked across Marian's chest feeling the soft smooth skin, letting his hand fall farther resting his warm digits on Tuck's flat tummy. He found not a semblance of hair or stubble. He made a mental note, storing his comment to Ms. Debra for her work so far, and the needed guidance for the future. Tucked caught his breath and sighed very deeply. "Feeling better" Mr. Getty asked. "Yes sir." Mr. Getty smiled, "Excellent I would like you to sit there quietly while I accomplish some additional needed work. I am sure you don't have any questions as to my request do you?" Tuck looked down at his position on Mr. Getty's lap, his bottom spread apart across the older man's thigh, the tailored suit pants pressing tightly against his warm skin. His complete nakedness, not even allowed to cover his penis with a hand, he felt so out of control, he was having a hard time catching even catching his breath. "Yes sir, I understand." Mr. Getty said not a word, and pulled Tuck closer to him. His arms going around the young body on either side, gently rearranging Tuck so that his position on his lap was somewhat moderated, the silky smooth legs draped over both of his thighs, turning his body more to him. To stay seated properly forced Tuck to move his arms around Mr. Getty's neck. Tuck's face now rested on Mr. Getty's shoulder. Tuck breathed deeply again, and settled closer moving his body into the warm inviting space being offered. Mr. Getty smiled picking up his fountain pen and looking at the computer screen, the stock market was doing quite well this afternoon. It was some time later the quiet of the office was interrupted with three sharp knocks on the door. "Adam, my dearest, how is young Marian doing on his first day of your training," Mrs. Getty said striding into the library and ending in front of the massive desk and sweet tableau behind. Her smile told of her approval. She was dressed in a deep blue dress with a diamond necklace and matching earrings. The shoes matched the dress perfectly. Her smile extended to Tuck watching his face turn red with a soft blush. "Oh my dear Trudy, you look smashing, the benefit dinner this evening will be in your in your pocket, all eyes will shine in your direction. What a statement." She turned in a circle before the desk showing how the dress dipped in back, another inch and her bountiful cheeks would be well displayed. "Marian do you think Mrs. Getty's dress is just beautiful?" Marian leaned forward his position little changed; Mr. Getty's had released the pen and now his hand rested in between Tuck's bare thighs. "Yes, of course," Tuck said his voice a bit shaken with Mr. Getty hand in such intimate contact, " Mrs. Getty you look fantastic, just lovely. You will be the bell of the ball." "Oh my sweet Marian, thank you my dear," she said taking a step closer and leaning over the desk taking her hand and holding Tucks cheek and kissed the boy, her lips open, taking complete possession. Tucks eyes closed as Mrs. Getty's strong presence held him in her hand like the toy he was. Mr. Getty's reached deep between Tuck's thighs and massaged his little sleeping secret, the rude touch and the sweet kiss taking the boy completely. "Yes, such a sweet boy," Mrs. Getty said releasing her hold of Marian and smiling at the sweet touch her husband had on Marian's little penis, still soft and hiding. She pulled back and stood in front of the desk again, her small purse in hand, "My dearest Adam, I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful it is seeing you take a young boy under your so experienced arm once again. I am sure the secrets you can share will make our dear Marian so complete. I see the smile on your lips, and I think of the strong smile of my father, when you sat on his lap. Such a lovely girl you were, my pet." "Many years ago, dearest love, "Mr. Getty responded. "Yes, but just a brief mention of your name, brings a memory of his lush princess." "He is a sweet and gentle man. I only hope I can be the teacher to Marian that he was to me." "It looks like you are off to a good start." "Many roads to travel, many roads." Mr. Getty said brushing a strand of hair back behind Tuck's ear. "Ta ta..should be back by 1 or 2" she turned and walked to the door, she stopped and touching her chin lightly, another thought coming to mind, "Marian, my pet, I will see you in the offices in the am.. not too early. Tonight maybe," she paused smiling, "somewhat taxing." She smiled and walked out of the library, without looking back. "So, Jake, more lies," Tom lifted the wooden cup high over the table, it wavered a bit, "so this delectable piece of boy you call your own. How much do you control?" Jake too was feeling the effects of filling the wooden cup to many times, "Everything," he laughed. "I control his whole existence. I own him." Tom, took a sip of is drink, and raised his cup high in the air, shouting, "To ownership" Jake smiled raising his own cup again, "Yes to ownership and control." "So you own this sweet piece of soft fluff, when are you going to take him for your own." Jake looked at his friend, turning his head to the side, a finger pointing in the air, not quite ready for speech, a moment to fold his thought together, "Tom, he is so sweet, his kiss is like candy, his little penis, a soft toy, when I had him over my lap I really wanted to feel it close," he smiled, "to taste and to feel it between my lips." His words were slurred, and far too much truth was coming forth, but he could not stop. "Maybe there will be more, but for now, we are just friends, close friends. But I do not see him that way." Tom raised his wooden cup again, some of the wine spilling out, "To friends!" "We should call Jake and let him know that you are doing so well with your first lesson." "Jake?" "Yes dear, I will put it on the speaker." "But he is busy; we should not disturb him, should we?" Tuck was afraid to share how far he had been moved in just an afternoon. He could not bear to think that Jake would find out how he was being used. The phone on the desk, had Jake's cell number easily stored for instant recall, a single push of one button connected the library's and Jake's cell phone. Jake answered it almost immediately. "Jake my boy, Mr. Getty here." "Mr. Getty, so good to hear from you, I trust Marian is serving you as you require and training going well?" The voice rang out clear in the library as if Jake was sitting across from the desk, the afternoons embarrassments well displayed. "Oh yes definitely, he has performed mostly well this afternoon. Our training has started today." The word 'mostly' rang through Tucks ear knowing that Jake would respond on an immediate basis. "Marian, I told you there would swift punishment if you failed Mr. Getty in any way." "I am sorry Jake, I will try harder," Tuck's voice curled in on itself, his whine self evident, he did not know what more he could do except apologize. "We will have words, that is for sure," the speaker did nothing to hide Jakes obvious displeasure. Mr. Getty smiled and patted Marian on his bare thigh. His hand ran up and down its length casually finally resting and stopping on Tucks secretive penis. "Oh he is trying very hard," he squeezed the little toy lightly between thumb and forefinger. "I have already scheduled his first spanking. That's why I called?" "You do not need my permission Sir, in no way would I interfere in your training or supervision. I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate your involvement." "Jake, you are such a gentleman yourself, thank you for that compliment, but no that is not why I called, I wanted to share his first spanking with you." "How so?" Tuck could almost see the smile growing on Jake's lips. "We would arrange for you to hear it over the phone. I will begin once I have him readied." Tuck could not believe that Jake was going to be almost present for his first spanking; he was just so pleased that he would not be physically present. His worry as to being readied still caused him some concern. "Marian, please remove yourself from my lap." The words told Jake exactly where Tuck had been sitting. Tuck blushed as he stood cautiously keeping his hands to his side, careful not to touch his body in any way that might hinder Mr. Getty's observation. He tried to smile. "Turn around Marian," he spoke aloud providing detail on Tuck's preparations. "I am putting the punishment collar around Marian's neck, it is quite tight. It extends from the base of his neck to just below his chin and keeps the head in a very strict position." It felt like Mr. Getty was trying to strangle him, as Tuck fought the urge to grab the fabric covered steel neck brace and tear it away. He heard rather than felt the lock snap shut. Once in place the strange feeling faded, leaving a mere gentle choking feeling behind. "Hands please," he spoke to Tuck, grabbing each and putting a band of black leather around each wrist, "I am placing his hands in soft leather cuffs, and will attach then to the collar with a chain. This keeps the hands out of the way. He is quite flexible so this not terribly uncomfortable." Tuck could feel his arms being drawn up behind him. The position would not be what he might call comfortable. "We will now move over to the bench." Tuck felt a hand take hold of his penis, a gentle pull guided him in the correct direction, the collar preventing any view down. The high heels he wore did not give him the feeling of support or confidence. He followed the rude guide across the thick carpet of the library, the passage having been cleared of obstacles. He now stood on a hard wood floor. "The punishment bench is leather bound, custom Italian made and quite unique." "I look forward to seeing it next time I visit," Jakes deep voice came out of the speaker showing his connection to the expert display of control. "This is Tom Barrett, a friend and business partner of Jake's. Jake and I are enjoying a sushi dinner. He has shared stories about Marian; he seems to be such a sweet boy. I am just so pleased to be a part of this marvelous event ...that is literally happening before us. My thanks to you for your trust." Mr. Getty stopped his preparation, looking down at Tuck already pushed up against the leather bench. He smiled picking up one of the binding straps, testing it quickly, pulling it apart and measuring the elasticity. He nodded to Tuck like the decision could be shared between them. It was not of course, he turned back to the phone, "Tom you sound like a fine young man and any friend of Jake's is a person that I can also value. I am pleased to have you join us and witness at least an auditory manner Marian's first spanking." Jake thought it best to offer a few words of further explanation, as Tom had introduced himself already, "Mr. Getty, Tom and I have know each other for years; I trust him completely, both in friendship and in business." "Enough said, let me continue," Mr. Getty said making Tuck's preparations ready. "I have put young Marian in position; he is face down on the leather arm. The bench design insures that his legs are well spread and his bottom position is quite high and correctly set for corporal attentions. There is a belt around his middle securing him well to the bench top and his legs are held immobile by quick straps attached to rings in the floor at my feet. His head is much lower and with the punishment collar already in place quite immovable. We are ready." "I am so impressed Sir," Jake said aloud. "We will be doing a Three by Three today." "What is that sir?" The question asked by Jake but Tom's silent voice held the same inquiry. "Three by three is a type of spanking regime that includes three different paddles, and each one being used 30 times. It is quite severe. In addition there are three different areas that are give attention. They include the back, the thighs and finishing with the bottom," Mr. Getty slapped each mentioned body area with his hand leaving a hot red imprint of his hand. "There is much skill in this, as no blood can be spilled. There are welts however, and further spanking is held off for a period of ten days. Sometimes only five are needed. Since this is the first time, I will go at a strength set of 6 and not 10." "You are the master, sir whatever you feel is appropriate," Jakes voice confirmed Tuck's worse fears; Jake was not offering protection just total compliance and approval. "Thank you, your trust in me is humbling," Mr. Getty said selecting a rod from the collection near the bench. "The first of the three scenes are strokes that are delivered on the back, they are given with a rod, it is birch, about four feet in length, and less than half inch in diameter. Quite flexible, I might add. I will begin. The first of ten strokes." Tuck could not believe the words uttered by Mr. Getty. His control of the situation had been taken away hours ago, all decisions, all permissions, merely illusions that had dissipated in the vastness of the library. The library that not only held the tomes of ages but kept dark secrets of past and future lives. The newest embarrassment put him in such a difficult position, there were no options available. He was ready to cry upon the first stroke. He could not move, his legs were stretched tight and wide, opening him fully, his head nearly touching the floor, his blonde tresses pooled beneath on the hard maple surface. His mouth was full of a rubber knob, the shape reminiscent of a thick and erect cock head, his tongue ran around the tip. The gag held his mouth open cruelly. He could breath, his voice could be heard but would not be understandable. The first impact as he had heard would be on his back. He wanted to scream. The sound came thru the air as a gentle whoosh, and then smack, a crack, wood impacting and then a second later, everything else disappeared, the horrendous pain, like a bite of a snake laying a trail of blood across his back. The scream came from deep but fully muffled through the gag. He could not begin to imagine nine more and then more after that. "Oh my God that was intense we could hear the impact and precision even here," Jakes voice came through the speaker clearly. "It was well delivered, making a mark across the lower back," Mr. Getty used the rod tracing the exact impact area, tracing the line still growing in its redness," the next two are delivered in quick succession across the same mark making an x both strikes are given at level four, but one right after the other." Tuck could not begin to explain how lost he felt. The horror of the first harsh impact still bearing down on him, the pain mixed with an intense heat. The glowing fire, still increasing not fading. The swish and then the impact, sharp sound and the pain and then before he could finish the scream another stroke, again just as fast. Both complete before his breath could be caught, almost stopped, the hot burning flesh , the horror. The loss. And Jake was hearing it all. He screamed again. "Oh sir, that was amazing. Two so close. That is three so far, what is next?" "There is a one minute pause before we lay the 4th strike across the middle back, the part you are missing is the sudden and complete involuntary movements with each impact. It is really a beautiful thing to see." "I can only imagine sir," Tom's voice came through the phone connection. A few seconds more, it could not be a minute, not yet. The pain, the heat having some reduction and then once again he heard it, the swish and the sharp crack echoing across the room and then the pain, the tears, now as the center of his back exploded, no more, he wanted to scream. "The next four are delivered in succession across the lower shoulders, each one with deeper attention than the last. There is no resting between them. I will begin now; there is a three second wait which only allows Marian to register each as a singular stroke." The tears were falling to the floor. His body tensed, he could feel the sweat filling in all pores, his bottom so open and innocent, waiting its turn. He held his breath, knowing that four strokes were seconds away. He heard the swish again and then first touch. There was pain but not as much, then holding his breath the second one came harder on his other shoulder, the flat area just below his neck. The fire rising. Seconds later, the whoosh, the impact, solid wood hitting tender flesh, the strike, and the hot fire pain, the intensity committed to a point of torture. The fourth but not final, not ever final, this would go on forever, his eyes closed squeezing more tears out, waiting counting the seconds and then ...the swoosh, the impact, the crack echo's battering against the walls of the pain filled library, his voice opened up, the scream loud one that even the gag could not keep silent. "You are a master sir." "Much personal experience as well as training." "The last is my favorite it is filling the bottom with red impacts, his pretty bum skin so soft and the shape firm and supple. Jake, I know you have already had the pleasure. I do hope you will continue your impactful training." "Yes, you can be assured of that," Jake offered. "The bottom requires a special paddle. The device is made of leather, about two feet long and ten inches wide," Mr. Getty held the paddle up pushing the stiff leather under Tucks head so that he could appreciate his tool of training, "It has holes across its surface so that the air does not slow its swift ride. It also sports a leather grip handle. I have had this one made to fit my hand perfectly." "And you will do 30 on Marian's soft bottom?" Jake asked. "Yes, that is the plan." Tuck was sobbing; his back and his thighs were on fire. The leather belt that was used on his thighs still felt like it was impacting. From just above his knees to the height of his thighs were burning, the pain only seemed to build. His mind, his thoughts nothing was there but the intense pain, his skin open red welts rising, he could feel each and every impact, he could feel the fire burning. Burning in a cold mist, he could not cry any more, his sobs, his wails, they were never ending. He could never go through this again. He would run away. He would escape the cruel torture and it was not over yet. "I like to do the first ten with a nice space between each; we are not in a hurry. Five on each bottom going back and forth between each putting a strong heat into each of his delicate cheeks before we get more intense." "I can see the value in that," Jake's voice came through the speaker, his words and tenor displaying his intense satisfaction. "We shall begin." Tuck could not believe that his torture was not over. The sound of the paddle cruising through the air was different, it seemed longer, near silent, then the flat smack, covering his entire bottom in one stroke, the sound an almost wet slapping and then it was like his bottom had burst, and through his body, the sudden impact reverberating, amid his silent scream. Seconds later, the same near silent whoosh through air and then the wallop, the wet flat smack, the leather wrapping around his body, fully encompassing his tender cheeks and the fire laced pain, he screamed. His bottom exploded in pain, he yelled, he screamed, he jerked against the bindings but nothing, no this was too much. Ten strokes he could not even count them they were not over yet and then twenty more. The end of his torture had to be soon. Please no more. "Oh yes, the rising tide could not be more beautiful, sweet Marian's bottom is blossoming in color. His bottom is turning a brilliant crimson pageant. It may be muted but you should still be able to see the evidence of the strokes on your return." "I am most humble and can only hope to be able to duplicate your masterful efforts after my own training is complete," Jake voice bounced off the library walls joining Tucks sobs and muted cries for protection. "The next five are delivered even more slowly a full five to ten seconds between each there is a minute of rest and then the next five, each of the series is concentrating on one bottom cheek." Tuck minds could only feel pain, there was no room for other concerns or thoughts, it was filled, it was there, waiting for more. It was waiting? He felt the heat, he felt the pain, he felt how filled he was, how much the waiting hurt. "This is followed by another series of ten strokes slow and even, but the difference is that they gain in depth, until the last one is delivered at a full 10 in strength the impact the timing... all very critical, so I will not be speaking again. " "Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It has been such an honor to witness, even this way, your expertise," Jake's words brought a new color to the room. "I will begin." Tuck could hear the rise of the leather paddle and the now familiar sound as the paddle swiftly descended from its high and raised position. The flat wet impact rang loudly, but the pain moved to a new area. It exploded and he felt it, but the heat filled him, he felt the blood rush to the spot of the impact, the intensity building, as if wanting to share the heat. Was there pain? Yes, but the sudden overwhelming heat filled him, all he could feel is the white hot spreading from his back, his thighs and now so heavy, intense throbbing from his soft bottom, fire red, glowing, and now the heat filling every pore of his body. Once again, the sound of the paddle moving through the air, the holes open and free, not allowing any hesitation, any stopping, slowing or indecision and then again, the impact, he could not explain it. The rush, the feeling, it filled him, he waited the five seconds, it seemed like forever his bottom raised straining against the tight bindings. He wanted to be closer to the paddle, and the smash the heat, the sound, the pain rush all going in a different directions. Yes, the tears were there, they fell, and the forever wait again, he squeezed his butt, opening it further, he invited the impact, he wanted it, he felt it coming in seconds only and then again the huge sound, the filling, the pain, the exquisite pain, the building heat... his butt came down. He squeezed again, opening his hole, his boy cunt, nothing there, but ready, he breathed in again as if he had forgotten how to and then he raised his soft bottom straining against the bindings, he was ready. He smiled, he waited, it was coming again. The swift strike came, exploding, the wet slap, the sound, the impact, the pain filling him. Would there be more, he questioned. His bottom came up further this time much further; he raised it high stretching his thighs farther apart. His bottom up ready, the seconds ticking away, the pain growing, building, his bottom open, high, perfectly positioned. The seconds moved on and then again without warning, the smack, hard, opening, the pain, the red hot fire igniting something inside. His mind washed away, he drifted off as his bottom came back down to rest. There now would be a minute before it began again... he waited. He smiled, he squeezed his ass pussy hard... he wanted to be filled, the bindings did not hold him any longer. "The next five are ready," Mr. Getty's voice low, nearly hoarse, guttural, excited, as he shared his words for only Tuck. Tuck smiled and raised his bottom again in the air, his bottom open and inviting, he sucked on the cock plug filling his mouth, his eyes closed.. his breath still, he waited . The impact came, it was like a spear though his self, he was in the room, and his mind was elsewhere. The gag was not in his mouth, the bindings now gone; his own voice strained beyond words, just barely audible, "Mr. Getty?" his words only passing a few feet. His legs free, his arms free, Tuck moved his body, up on to his knees, his bottom open, ready, waiting. He felt Mr. Getty's hand on his tender skin caressing the red welts. "Yes my pet?" "Slower, please, sir." His voice as quiet as Mr. Getty's, the secret held between them, there was a pause, his eyes closed, the heat still building "... and harder sir... oh, yes harder .. "