Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2001 16:32:58 -0500 (EST)
From: R A D <axeldarke@yahoo.ca>
Subject: "Joel's Life in College, So Far #3"

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 (c) axeldarke 2001


	(t/t, NC, humil, college)




	I stood naked facing into the corner, hands on back
of my neck, recovering myself and definitely resolving
never to break Steve's rules again.  It had been the
hardest paddling I'd ever had and I didn't ever want
another.  Yet gradually I began to feel better about
it all.   It was sort of like the way I felt sometimes
after my dad paddled me.  I mean it hurt and I shed
tears and all but afterward I felt better because it
was like I had taken my punishment and my 'sin'
whatever it had been, was forgiven.   My dad always
gave me a hug after he punished me and that always
meant a lot to me. Like it meant I had paid for my
'crime' and that my punishment was done.

	As I stood there in that corner I began to hope that
Steve would come back soon and maybe like give me a
hug and tell me that my punishment was over. I mean he
was not my dad but after what he had just done I
definitely knew he was the man in charge of me.  I
wanted him to know that I knew that and that I would
accept punishment from him when I broke the rules like
I had done.  I wanted him to know I had no hard
feelings about it.   I guess I wanted to know too that
he would be my friend and not just my disciplinarian.
I also hoped that I wouldn't have to stay exposed in
that corner too long because I knew anybody who walked
passed my open door was sure to see me standing with
my just paddled butt in that corner.

	The other thing too was about being gay. I mean he
paddled me and in the middle of it he told me he knew
I was gay.  That had been like the biggest darkest
secret of my whole life and he just casually mentioned
he knew it and didn't care.   That just blew my mind.
I always feared that if guys knew I liked other guys
they would hate me.  Yet here was Steve, this very
masculine muscular guy; he knew about it and he wasn't
like hostile at all. I mean he paddled me yeah but
that was for other reasons. I knew it was not because
I was gay.

	On top of that he had fingered my butt hole and got
me so incredibly hot.  I had never had that done to me
before and it felt so good specially because he did it
to me.  Then he made me lick his finger clean which I
never even thought Id ever do something like that.
Yet even though it was very humiliating and gross to
think of it made me sooo hard.  I just couldn't
believe that when it happened.    I mean I was hard
from his finger up my butt yet I got even harder when
he made me lick it clean.   I was shocked by that and
humiliated too.   But I was just so hot when he made
me do that.   As I stood there and recovered I got
harder and harder remembering it and wanted Steve to
come back so bad.  But I wasn't going to move.   He
had told me not to so I knew he was testing me and I
wanted to show him I could follow his order.   That
and I just couldn't take any more wood that day
either.

	I heard a couple shouts from somewhere down the
hallway and guys running past my door but I could not
see who it was.  I heard the exit door open and slam a
few times so I knew somebody had run outside but I
didn't know who or why.   The ruckus kind of made me
nervous.  I began to sweat even though it was cool in
my room.  I wanted Steve to come back real soon and
let me out of that corner.  I knew that with the
commotion, whatever it was, guys were gonna pass my
doorway and somebody might see me in that corner.  I
had learned my lesson and wanted to tell Steve. I just
hoped he'd be back soon so I could.

	Just then I heard footfalls outside my door followed
by a low whistle.   I just could not stand the tension
so I turned around to see who was there. It was that
arrogant punk Barry Boswell from down the hall. He was
the last guy I wanted to see right then. I turned and
moved toward the door intending to close it.   I felt
so humiliated for him to see me this way that I just
wanted to shut him out and that's what I tried to do.

	Barry was not gonna let that door close though.  He
blocked it with his boot as I tried to slam it.  Barry
is bigger than me, about 6' and maybe 180 or 190
pounds to my 160.  I couldn't force the door closed
while his boot blocked it but I was trying very hard.
I was determined to close it.

 	"Listen Joel Steve and Todd just had to bolt down to
the parking lot because some asshole backed into
Steve's jeep.  We saw it happen from Steve's room."
He said to me

	" Move your boot I want to close my door!"  I
demanded.

	"Look Joel I heard your paddling. The whole god damn
wing heard your wailing. I also heard Steve tell Todd
that you were in that corner and not supposed to move
'till he says you can."  he said to me in this
scolding tone.  " I don't want to have to tell him
that you moved out of there when he was gone."

	   I really hated him when he said that but a spasm
of fear shot thru me too.  I feared Steve's paddle a
lot more then the shame of Barry seeing me this way.
I didn't like this guy at all but he had me and he
knew it. I backed away from the door and let him open
it.  He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

	I wanted to be sure he did not tell Steve I'd stepped
out of that corner so I went back and faced into it
again with my hands on the back of my neck.

	"That's a good boy Joel. That's just where Steve told
you to stay and I don't think you want him to know you
moved do you?" he asked me

	" No I just want Steve to come back soon and I hope
he does." I said, in more of a plea than a reply.

	Barry came over behind me and, bending over, closely
examined my poor bruised butt.  I jumped when he
touched me and I turned to look and see what he was
doing. He gave my butt a slap and told me to turn back
and face the corner. I really hated it but I knew he
had me so I did as he told me.

	Barry's presence had deflated my cock but as I stood
there he began to run his finger up and down my butt
crack and to my intense shame it erected once more.  I
hoped he would not notice but he soon saw that I was
hard. He gave a small chuckle.

	"I knew you were a fag.  You like my finger down
there don't ya? " he asked.

	I didn't want to respond, I just wanted him to go.
Instead he gave my butt another hard swat and I gave a
cry and leaped a foot. I really FELT that one.

	Barry stood tall now, directly behind me with his
mouth near my ear and his fingers in my crack.
" I asked if you like my fingers back there Joel."

	I just lost it at that point.

	" I don't like your fingers on me no. I don't like
you here at all. I want you to go. Now!" I was angry
and I wanted him out of my room.  I turned toward him
and let my arms down as I did it.  Barry grabbed my
right arm and twisted it behind me while his other arm
went around my neck.  He was very fast and I had no
chance to resist.

	"Joel you been a bad boy today and got paddled for it
already.  Now you are jumping around and moving out of
that corner.  Steve is gonna be pissed at this. I
don't think you want more of his paddle but I think
you are going to get it." he said to me holding me in
his grasp and twisting my arm. I was angry with him
but I was pretty scared too. He was right, I
definitely did NOT want any more of Steve's paddle.

	" Please Barry just let me go.  Just leave me here.
I will stay in my corner and I wont move until Steve
lets me."  I pleaded.

 	Barry's grip on me relaxed.  He let go of my arm and
backed away and I returned my hands to the back of my
neck.   I really hoped he would go.  But he was not
finished with me. His fingers once again returned to
the crack of my butt.  He pressed his index against my
butt hole but I desperately wanted to end this so I
tightened up and he could not get his finger in.

 	He slapped my ass again and said "Loosen up and let
me in!  Spread your legs and open your hole boy. You
are going to have to learn to respect me or your ass
is gonna be very sorry for it."

	His last slap really sent fireworks across my tender
ass.  At that point I just gave in.   My poor butt was
so sore that I decided to let him use me and hope he
wouldn't slap it again.   Keeping my hands on the back
of my neck I bent forward a little, opened my legs
some and relaxed my hole, giving him full access.
He immediately slid his index finger inside and I
quickly learned he knew what he was doing.  He really
knew how to play a guy like me.  He stood behind me
and fingered me for a few minutes while I stood
obediently in that corner.   It was like it had been
with Steve. I got so hot I felt like I was about to
explode.  It was incredible.   I wanted to cum so bad
right then I would have grabbed my cock and jacked it
if I dared.   I was just on the edge, standing on the
tips of my toes and ready to blow when he pulled his
finger out of me.   I let out a groan of
disappointment.  I had been so close.

	Barry gave an evil little chuckle in my ear.

 	"You like that huh Joel? he asked.   "You a little
fag boy and like it up the ass huh?"

	At that point I didn't care much what he called me I
just wanted that finger back inside me.

	'Yes please just put it back in me it feels so good"
I pleaded.

	"Listen Joel you have been a bad boy today and you
are being punished for it.  You didn't even stay where
you were told to after you got the paddle.  I don't
think you are the boy who should be expecting me to
make him feel good. I think you should be thinking of
ways to make me feel good in thanks for not turning
your sorry ass in to Steve" Barry said with an edge to
his voice.

	I was very frightened of more paddling if he revealed
my disobedience to Steve so at that point I just
swallowed the humiliation and tried to placate him. "
Barry I am grateful to you for not turning me in and I
really thank you for your finger in me it feels so
good.  I know I was a bad boy and I am sorry for that
and I will stay here in this corner and I wont move."
I said in my most polite and submissive tone. " I know
I shouldn't have moved and I want to make it up to you
that you are kind and don't turn me in to Steve."

	"Well Joel I know you were supposed to stay in that
corner and you didn't even do that for more than 15
minutes so I guess that you have not yet learned to
obey even after Steve's paddle." Barry said again in
that scolding dad voice of his.  " I think you need to
learn some respect and that starts with respect for
me.  You don't show me respect around here and I think
you'd better start doing it."

	 I knew he could make things a lot worse for me so I
was trying to show him great respect even though deep
down I didn't think he deserved it from me.

	" Barry I will show you respect from now on and I am
sorry I didn't before." I said, hoping that my words
would be enough.

	" Yeah well Joel I like your new attitude but that is
just words.  I am saving you from more wood today and
I think I need more than words." He said.  "You have
been a bad boy moving out of that corner and pushing
the door closed so maybe I should take you over my
knee myself and we could deal with this between us
here and now." He said in that scolding dad tone
again.

	I didn't want to have to face another spanking on my
poor butt that day.  I knew from experience that a
hand could hurt a lot on a bare ass.  Maybe not so
much as a paddle but on a sore ass like mine it would
have been very painful right then.

	"Please don't spank me Sir I am so sore I just cant
take any more" I pleaded with him, slipping in the Sir
in hopes of letting him know I had learned to respect
him.

	"Listen Joel you know you deserve a spanking from me
and I ought to give you one right now but I am not a
mean guy. I know your poor butt is gonna be sore for
days. So I might just let you off if you are willing
to sincerely show me the respect you know I deserve
from you." He said, talking to me like I was a naughty
kid.   Even though I didn't like that tone and I knew
he was only 17 like me I knew he had me.

	"Yes Sir I know you deserve my respect and you have
it completely. I am sorry I didn't show it to you
before now but I will from now on Sir." I said with
all sincerity a nude guy talking into a corner could
muster.

         "That's good to hear Joel but I think you are
going to have to demonstrate it if you are going to
expect me to believe it.  So I want you to show me
that you mean what you say."  he said.   " Keep your
arms up there and turn around."  As I did so he
pointed down to the floor and said " Get down on your
knees boy."

	I knelt down and Barry pulled up my chair and sat
down so that I was kneeling in front of him.

	"Joel I want you to show me how sincere you are about
respecting me.  I think you deserve to be over my knee
but maybe you can convince me you don't."  he said
holding his right boot right in front of my nose.

	"Lick that boot Joel or your ass is gonna pay for
it."  he told me in a quiet serious tone.

	I gave in to his demand and started to lick.  I felt
deep shame and humiliation licking that boot but I
also threw a super hard cock.   I mean I was so turned
on I could not believe it.  That hard cock compounded
my shame but the shame did not soften it.  I licked
carefully and completely so I didn't miss any surface.
I licked the toe and the sides and even the sole.  I
wanted him to be satisfied I was doing a good job at
it.

	When I had done enough for Barry he placed that boot
on the floor and pushed the other into my face. I
licked it too, carefully and completely.  While I
licked Barry was quietly instructing me to do a good
job and get it all done but I confess I kind of got
lost in the licking and did not hear most of the
things he said.   I guess that concentrating on the
task helped to lessen the shame I felt.   It was only
once I had done the second boot to his satisfaction
and he pulled it away from my tongue that I became
fully conscious of his voice again.

	He reached over with his hand and rubbed the hair on
my head and said  "Joel you are a good boot licker and
I think you showed that you do really know how to show
my boots respect.  I am going to give you a chance now
to show me that you do respect me too and if you do
well at this then you wont need that spanking and
Steve wont need to hear anything about you leaving
that corner."

	I felt so glad to hear that I could avoid the
spanking and that he wouldn't tell Steve that I had
left the corner that I forgot about the humiliation. I
felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I
felt almost grateful to Barry at that point.

	Barry stood from the chair and pushed it back out of
his way.  Then he turned away from me and pushed his
shorts down exposing his nice muscular butt.  I had
spied that butt a few times in the shower room and I
always thought it looked real hot.  Now here it was in
front of me.  Barry looked back over his shoulder at
me and took a few steps back so that his crack was
right in front of my face.

	"Joel I am going to let you show me that you do
honestly respect me.  I want you to lick my asshole.
I know you never done this before and maybe you think
it is gross but if you do this for me I will know for
sure that you are serious and we can forget the rest"
he said as though he was offering me an easy way out.

	I was shocked when he told me that I had to lick his
asshole. I mean I had a tough enough time when Steve
made me lick his finger.   Licking Barry's boots was
one thing. His asshole was another. I felt a lot of
shame and humiliation at that point, maybe even more
than I had felt before that morning.  I felt a level
of disgust too. I mean I didn't think his asshole was
going to be the cleanest place to lick.

	Barry backed up some more so that my face was right
against his butt with my nose in the crack.  I had
never had my face so close to anybody's bare ass
before.  I felt very humiliated to be in that
position.

	" Just lick it Joel. Its not that bad. No one but us
has to know about it. It's the easiest way for you to
show your respect for me. Let me feel your tongue."
Barry coaxed me.

	I didn't want this to happen and for a few seconds I
just inhaled his ass smell thru my nose without
licking it.  I don't know maybe I hoped he would back
down. No such luck.

	" Joel I feel your tongue by the count of five or its
over my knee and you'll get 50 smacks." He said.  I
could hear in his tone that he was very serious.

	I knew that I couldn't take a spanking right then so
I knew I had to obey. I stuck my tongue out and
started to lick. I just touched it a little at first
but then gave a full lick and Barry reacted to this by
backing further, mashing my mouth against his butt
hole.   There was no bitter or fowl taste beyond a
certain kind of musky maleness so the licking itself
was not so bad.  It was just so intensely humiliating
but I knew it was this or a spanking so I started to
do it with more enthusiasm.  I soon found myself
concentrating on it to the exclusion of everything
else just like I had done when I licked his boots.  It
was the easiest way for me to deal with the
humiliation of what I was doing.   I licked away
diligently making sure to sweep up the whole crack and
around the hole.  I heard some moans of approval from
Barry but I soon lost myself in the licking.  It was
only when he pulled himself away from me after a few
minutes that I came back to awareness of his voice.

	"Joel you are one talented butt licker.  You sure you
never done that before? You do a very good job boy.
You know how to show a man respect.   We are gonna get
along just fine boy if you keep showing me respect
that well."  Barry said with a leering appreciation in
his voice.  He mussed my hair with his hand like my
dad used to do when I was a kid.  " You have been a
good boy Joel and I don't think we are gonna have to
do that spanking today.  And don't worry about Steve
finding out you stepped out of your corner. As long as
you are a good boy and respectful when we are together
he will hear nothing from me." He said.

	I was relieved and pleased to hear that.  I mean I
had been paddled a lot that day and could not have
taken a spanking or more wood either.  I had the taste
of his ass in my mouth and still felt the shame of
what I had just done.  But I felt like at least I
didn't have to face a spanking from Barry so I was
careful to retain my respectful attitude.

	"Thank you Sir, thank you for not spanking me.  I
will definitely respect you from now on and I will not
move again from this corner before Steve comes back."
As I said that last line I rose and faced the corner
again, hands on the back of my neck as Steve had
instructed.

	Barry pulled his shorts back up and came to stand
close behind me. His hand returned to the crack of my
butt.  He inserted his finger into my butt hole again
and began his manipulations.  I was soon once again
close to orgasm.  I can't really explain it but the
way he worked me with his finger just had me so hot.
Before that day I never felt a finger up my butt and
now I was on the edge of exploding from it for the
third time that morning.

	"Joel you been a respectful boy so far and I can see
that you like the way I do this but that doesn't mean
you get to cum.   You have been a bad boy today and
you don't deserve it." he said in my ear all the while
working his finger and getting me hotter and closer.
I felt so good and wanted to cum so bad but I was very
afraid of angering Barry after I just escaped his
spanking so I tried my best to hold back.  I mean I
tried very hard but I was losing the battle.   It felt
so good but I was so scared of what would happen if he
made me shoot.

	"Please sir take your finger out!  I am getting close
and I don't deserve to cum.  Please don't make me!"  I
pleaded.

	"Don't you enjoy it when I do this for you Joel?
Aren't you grateful that I make you feel so good?" he
asked in my ear, all the while working my hole and
pushing me to the edge.

	"Oh Yes Sir I do enjoy your finger and I am very
grateful that it is in me but I know I don't deserve
to cum and I don't want to do it Sir!" I said with
great fear and desperation.

	He suddenly pulled his finger out and slapped my poor
butt again. The sudden pain put an end to my
developing orgasm.  " Well Joel I think we have
reached an understanding.  When you are alone with me
from now on you are going to be a very good boy and
show me the respect I deserve from you."  He said.

	" Oh yes Sir I will do that definitely I do respect
you and will show you the respect you deserve from me
when we are alone.  Thank you for not spanking me
Sir." I said in the most respectful and obedient voice
I could muster.  At that point I felt like I had
dodged a bullet and I wanted to be certain not to fuck
it up before he was gone.

	"Ok Joel I need to bolt because I got work to do. You
be a good boy and stay in that corner and maybe Steve
will be back soon and let you leave it."  With that he
slapped my poor butt one last time and then he
departed.  He left my door open wide as he left.  As
before I was exposed to any passers by who cared to
look.  The difference was that now I waited for
Steve's return with the distinct taste of Barry's
asshole in my mouth.


	End of Part 3.    Well I hope that you enjoyed this
latest episode.  It took me a while to get this one
done and I apologize for that.  Id appreciate hearing
any comments or suggestions or criticism that anybody
may have. Talk to me!

       thanks

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