A New Slave

A New Slave 5

By Jamie

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A new slave part 5 - punishment

A few days later, after his embarrassing trip out to the shops with Lady Jacintha and Ariel, Thomas was relieved when there was a knock on the door and the parcel of his new clothes were delivered by one of the servants from the slave store. Lady Jacintha allowed him to dress in his shorts and top and he breathed a huge sigh of relief at no longer being naked. He continued with his chores and found at the end of each day he was dead tired and slept well.

The problem was that he was sleeping too well and a few days later he overslept, and Marcus had to send one of the maids to rouse him. He was not best pleased and gave Thomas a warning.

“I shall keep this failing to myself Thomas this time, but if it happens again I shall have no option but to tell the Senator.”

Thomas nodded and promised that he would not miss his work start time again, but inevitably it did happen, and Marcus was true to his word.

The next morning, after serving breakfast Thomas was instructed to wait behind in the dining room. Lady Jacintha and Ariel let leaving the boy alone with his master and Timothy.

“Boy, come and stand here before me. Marcus has advised me that twice this week you have got up late for work. Is this true?”

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again” replied a meek Thomas and maybe rather foolishly promising something that he may not be able to keep. The Senator nodded and then smiled lightly,

“I’m sure it probably will Thomas despite your best efforts. But it is not acceptable, and you will be punished this evening. I shall take the opportunity Timothy to instruct you in the art of discipline. Thomas, you will attend my study at 8 o’clock this evening after dinner, understood.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Dismissed.” Thomas gave a small bow and made his exit rapidly. He then spent the whole day worrying of curse about his punishment keeping busy but unable to put the fear out of his mind.

Dinner was served and cleared away and a few minutes before 8pm, the boy was standing outside the Senators study, head bowed awaiting his fate. Timothy appeared and stood in front of him smiling,

“I am going to enjoy this lesson Thomas, I’ve been waiting for this, really looking forward to beating you.” He laughed, knocked on the door and on receiving the call entered to join his father.

The wait then seemed ages for Thomas as he stood there tense, nervous about what was to happen to him. The door opened, and Timothy appeared, his face showing no sign of what was to come.

“Inside.” He said, and Thomas entered and stood before the Senators desk.

Timothy stood behind him and the Senator spoke.

“I do not expect my staff, let along my slave to be tardy in their work or timekeeping. Your lateness is unacceptable Thomas and I will be punishing you for that in a moment. Having said that I am generally well pleased with how you adapted to being a slave, your work is good, and you are a polite young man. I know my Lady is well pleased with you as well. But, failings bring consequences and thus you will be punished. Timothy will testify that I will not put up with bad behaviour and even he has been at the receiving end when he was younger. All boys, slave or free need discipline.” Behind Thomas, Timothy blushed as he was reminded of his past punishments, but this went of course unseen by the fearful slave in front of him.

“Right boy, remove your clothes and place them on the chair in the corner.”

Thomas knew better than to hesitate and within seconds he was naked hands behind his back facing the Senator. Timothy looked at the smooth little bottom in front of him and smiled.

“You will be caned for your misdemeanour and will work the rest of this week naked as your punishment. You can dress again on Sunday unless Lady Jacintha wants you so otherwise if she has guests. The rest of the household will thus see that you have been punished. I am going to instruct Timothy in how to discipline you as I am expecting him to take over such duties as I have better things to do than dealing with naughty boys. Understood?”

“Yes sir, I am sorry.”

“Good. Now bend over hands flat on the desk and legs apart and do not move until I tell you to.”

Thomas assumed the position which was of curse vey exposing. Legs apart his willy and balls hanging down between his legs. The Senator got up and moved to behind him joining his son. He then delivered a few hand spanks to the boy’s bottom, pointing out to Timothy where to smack in order to warm the boy up before his caning.

“You should spank the boy to warm his bottom before any caning, that lessens any damage a caning might cause. Remember he is our property and we don’t want him injured else he won’t be able to work. So, discipline should hurt but not cause any long term injury. You can spank him like this or over the knee. Sit down on the chair Timothy. Stand up Thomas, to the side of Timothy and now go over his lap.”

Thomas did as he was instructed and laid over the young master’s lap. The Senator instructed Timothy to ensure the boys willy was between his legs and the young master enjoyed grabbing it and pulling it there. He then delivered some hard spanks to the boy’s bottom causing a sharp intake of breath from Thomas and a few yelps. When they were satisfied he was warmed up he was placed back in the caning position.

Senator Janus took the cane from his desk and then gave the boy three rapid canings to his rear. Three perfect straight lines were showing on his otherwise unmarked bottom.

Now it was Timothy’s turn, the first was rather tentative but still stung, and but the next two were sharp and accurate. “Good Timothy. Nice and straight and hard too.”

Thomas was now in agony as the pain seared through his body.

“Stand up, turn around.”

The boy turned around and looked up, hands behind his back, tears in his eyes but not crying.

“Right that’s the punishment over. Let’s hope we don’t have to repeat this anytime soon. Am I clear?”

“Yes Sir” replied the contrite shaking boy.

“Timothy take him back to your chambers and apply the balm as I instructed. Timothy will be overseeing any discipline you need from now on, under my instructions and I have given him permission to have you serve him as well as the Lady and myself. Timothy will give you his instructions. After that I think it is best that you go to bed, sleep and be up on time. Remember no clothing until Sunday. Dismiss.”

Thomas then followed the young Master out of the room and upstairs to his chambers which consisted of a set of three rooms – a private bathroom, bedroom and small living are where he and his friends could meet. It was Thomas’ first time in them as the maids cleaned the rooms and he had never been in any of the bedrooms of the family so far.

“Right Tom, listen carefully. My father has agreed you can act as my personal servant each morning. Once you have finished your kitchen chores you are to report up here and help me prepare for the day, unless otherwise instructed by my parents. Marcus is aware and will send you up at 8 o’clock each morning. I will instruct you tomorrow what I require then. Now let’s see to your bottom.”

He led to the boy to the bedroom and told him to lie on the bed face down. He then applied some cream to the stripes rubbing it in which Thomas found was cooling and eased the pain. There was however an effect of the rubbing on his willy which started to swell much to his fear and embarrassment.

“Right, stand up” ordered Timothy and Thomas slid of the bed and stood in front of the young master, who had sat on the edge of the bed.

He appraised the naked boy, looking into his eyes and then down at his half mast willy.

“Did you enjoy that rubbing then Thomas. Your cock tells me you did.” He paused and smiled, “you are a good sized boy for your age.”

“Right, grab your clothes and go to bed as instructed. I will see you at 8am sharp tomorrow morning. Come straight into the living area and then knock on my bedroom door. Understood?”

Thomas nodded and left as he was dismissed, running up the back stairs to his bedroom, where he laid face down on his bed and reflected mournfully about how awful his new life was to his past.

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