Secret Mascot

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Needless to say, I spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Visions of being at least partly naked in front of the incredibly alluring Dani, of being disciplined by her in an inescapably erotic context kept me so keyed up it was impossible to relax. It wasn’t s*x, I kept reminding myself, but it was closer to it than I had ever really dared hope. And it was a kind of interpersonal interaction, of intimacy, that very well might lead to love and s*x eventually. Though I’d m*********d immediately upon returning home I finally found myself jerking off again to fantasies that would be turned into realities in less than eighteen hours. This required more labor than ever before, and resulted in only a tiny drop or two of ejaculate, but at least it exhausted me enough to finally get to sleep sometime between three and four a.m.

All day Friday I was so tired (and still distracted by anticipatory fantasies) that I found it next to impossible to concentrate in my classes – more work for the tutor I guess. As for Miss Reilly, she favored me with repeated grins of such dire promise that I began to think she was looking forward to our date just as much as I was – though with much more relish and without the considerable trepidation that spiced my own anticipation. Of course, whatever kind of beating she inflicted on me surely couldn’t compare to those I’d endured throughout my childhood, so I wasn’t that worried. But the prospect of pain is never approached with perfect equanimity no matter how thrilling the context.

The trut of Dani’s reciprocal excitement was proved shortly after I arrived at her dorm room. As it was Friday night, the halls were considerably less crowded with adolescent females than what I’d imagined, for which I was grateful. When Dani let me in I saw that whatever roommate she had was out as well, another bonus. Of course as this was ostensibly a study date that was to be expected, but it was nevertheless a relief that my humiliating submission to a bare-ass beating would remain just between us. Dani locked the door behind me after I entered, a further relief and yet exciting portent, before confronting me with all her zeal, authority, loveliness, and decidedly skimpy attire.

She was barefoot, and wore only an oversize, dark blue Minnesota Vikings football jersey. This fell to mid-thigh on her, and through the mesh I could see the flash of white panties. Elsewhere there was only that delectably dark skin, and this and the way that thin fabric draped and clung to her breasts showed that she was bra-less. This time I couldn’t help but stare. But noticing this Dani only laughed at me.

“From now on, boy, you can ogle my body all you like. It will just make me punish you even more, which is actually positive reinforcement in your case, isn’t it? Though I have to admit, this is going to be highly gratifying for me too. Ever since I saw this kinky movie one night on Cinemax I’ve wanted to thrash a man. All men deserve to be beaten, frankly – it must be in that despicable Y chromosome. And you’re Caucasian, which makes it even better. Your s*x and your race both have a lot to answer for to mine. And starting tonight they’re going to – in spades, as they say.

“All right then: normally we will get the tutoring out of the way first. Work comes before play, as they also say. And that will allow you to hurry your wounded little butt home and play with yourself as soon as I’m done with you – that is what you intend to do, yes?”

Burning with embarrassment, I managed a shamefaced nod. Dani laughed spitefully.

“How long have you been jerking off to the thought of me, boy?”

“About a year, Dani. Almost from the first time I saw you play soccer. I even have a photo you signed for me once.”

“Really? I don’t remember that. All right, I hereby give you permission to keep m**********g and fantasizing about me – provisional permission. It amuses me. I may even give you another memento to assist you, aside from the welts I’m about to leave on your ass that is. But you must promise never to tell a soul about any intimacies between us. As far as the world is concerned we are strictly tutor and tutee. Let slip any hint of a rumor otherwise and I will never speak to you again. Keep the secret, and the rewards of intimacy between us will gradually but continually increase. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Reilly.” Nervously I wet my lips, and then took the emotional plunge. “You can count on me. I will never betray you. The truth is I love you desperately. You’re the ultimate girl of my dreams!”

A glint of possessive satisfaction and sadistic savor came into Dani’s eyes at this.

“That’s been obvious for quite a while now, silly boy. Now then, as I said, usually we will study first. But I doubt either of us could concentrate on boring old statistics right now. So before you leave here, we will send a copy of the paper I’ve just written for composition over to your computer. You will correct and improve it for me, and send it back tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“I think it would be more appropriate – not to mention gratifying – if you addressed me formally as ‘Mistress’ during these sessions, boy.”

“Of course. I mean yes, Mistress, it will be done.”

Already I was tremulous with excitement at these developments, humiliated with submission before this gorgeous authority figure but inexplicably thrilled to be so. Then of course the intensity of these feelings, and of the situations that engendered them, increased astronomically, as they have continued to do ever since.

“Good. All right, boy, get your clothes off. Strip naked for your Mistress and prepare to be disciplined. I want to see you beaten, humiliated, and crying like a little girl before I let you go home and play with yourself!”

Of course, I was already plenty humiliated, and soon I was absolutely mortified. I’d never been naked before a girl in my life, much less one whose approval I craved so desperately. And soon I was not just naked in front of her but with a rigidly erect p***s. Dani had picked up the pointer she confiscated from the classroom, and she used this to poke and even stroke my hard-on, pressing down hard against its urgent up-thrust.

“Hmm,” she smirked. “Not bad for a skinny little white boy. I expected to need a magnifying glass. I suppose you want to stick this thing into me, don’t you, honky?”

“Very much so, Mistress.”

Suddenly Dani slashed that thin stick hard against my d**k, making me cry out at the sudden immense flash of pain – which for some reason aroused me even more.

“Well you never will, boy!” she snarled. “Put that thought right out of your head! I will never even touch that filthy thing! Here!”

Suddenly Dani lifted up the hem of her shirt, giving me a heart-stopping glimpse of her stupendously muscled thighs and oh-so wide hips. She pulled her panties down and off, seeming to contradict the terrible vow she’d just made. But as she straightened back up she was balling these into a compact wad.

“Open your mouth, boy! We can’t have you bawling and bleating like that and arousing the curiosity of my neighbors.”

When I complied, Dani stuffed her panties deep into my mouth. Then she grinned at me, once again friendly and approving in her consummately authoritative way.

“Keep those there until I’m finished with you. Then you may take them home as the memento of your first beating that I promised you. Those will make an even better masturbatory aid than my autographed picture, won’t they?”

I nodded fervently at her, trying hard not to gag at the pressure on my palate. Dani’s grin widened even more in response.

“Good. I like you, boy. Now, lie over the side of my bed. Press your naughty erection against the mattress, keep your legs together tight and clasp your hands behind your back. Then don’t move until I’m finished whipping you. Understood?”

Again I nodded, fear battling with excitement, dismay and arousal in a sickening but instantly addictive mix. Then I assumed the position I was ordered to, moaning uncontrollably as my hot and throbbing prick was nestled against my mistress’ bed. Breathing heavily through my nose I waited for the beating that would change and claim me forever to begin. And then it did.

Standing to one side of me (the side I was facing) Dani drew the arm with the pointer in it back, held it for a minute to milk the suspense, and then slashed it viciously against my buttocks. Braced as I was for the pain it was still shockingly enormous, and I cried out helplessly into the wad of cotton stuffing my mouth. I flinched uncontrollably, and restrained my hands from leaping to rub at that terrible sting only with a monumental effort. Meeting my instantly watering eyes, Dani grinned evilly down at me.

“Was that good for you, white boy? Do you want me to continue?”

Who can explain the human brain? Not me – I was only in my first semester of psychology classes. Despite the agony in my ass, my c**k throbbed harder than ever, and my inexplicable arousal and desperate love for and compulsion to submit to this older and infinitely superior female easily overruled my instinct for self preservation. I instantly and eagerly nodded up at her, and Dani’s dimpled grin widened gloatingly.

“Excellent! You and I are going to have some exciting times, white boy. Here it comes again, and I’m not stopping until I’ve reduced you to a pathetically sniveling little s**t. Don’t bother begging me, and don’t you dare move until I tell you. You had your chance to cry off and you willingly spurned it!”

With that she swatted me again, and again and again and again, seemingly ad infinitum. Had I thought it couldn’t be worse than the beatings I’d received growing up? How wrong I was! Reveling in my helpless squirming, my muffled cries and my eventual abject sobbing, Dani whipped my ass with that thin, hard wooden stick for nearly half an hour: far longer than any other corporal punishment had lasted. And yet I willingly endured it, since this wasn’t one of my hated parents punishing me for some deserved or undeserved infraction but my beloved mistress doing it simply for the sheer quasi-s****l thrill it gave her. I even proved more resilient than that stick, which finally broke in half at one particularly vicious lash against my ass. Yet not even this brought an end to the discipline.

“Goddamn it!” Dani remarked, panting a bit from a combination of exertion and excitement. She dropped the splintered end she was still holding. “Don’t you move, boy! This isn’t over yet by a damn sight!”

She stepped out of my line of vision. Blinking my eyes clear of tears, I saw her return holding my shirt in one hand and the belt from my pants in the other. She used the former to mop the sweat from her face. Then she switched the belt to her good right hand, making a loop with the buckle and pulling it snug around her fist. She pushed her sleeve up, and I had time to notice that the already impressive muscles of her arm were flexed and bulging from work, pushing veins up excitingly to the surface. Then she began whipping me again, this time with my own belt, overlaying the myriad thin welts she’d just made with inch-wide bruises.

For nearly another half hour Mistress Dani kept this up, until I was indeed reduced not just to a pathetically sniveling wreck but a miserably weeping one ceaselessly gagging on my own screams. I began greatly ruing the extreme fitness of her that so excited me, and wondering how long her endurance could possibly hold out. Mine was indeed tested beyond belief, and all arousal long since banished by an excess of agony. But at last she leaned down, dripping sweat on me, and graced each abysmally wounded buttock with a gentle kiss.

This I welcomed with swooning exaltation – my first kisses from a girl after all, and the girl of my dreams in the bargain! Then she straightened, and worked her hand free from the loop in my belt.

“Okay, boy, that’s good enough for a first time. Next time we’ll really get it on. You may take my panties home and beat off now. But I want you to do it only once. From now on you masturbate only after I’ve disciplined you, and only the one time. Is that understood?”

Gasping, I spit out those panties and blubbered my reply.

“Yes, Mistress. I love you and will always do as you say.”

“Good. Now get dressed. I’m afraid you’ll have to do without your belt, however. I’m going to keep it for future use, and as my own memento of this auspicious occasion.”

As I painfully gained my feet, Dani caught sight of my limply shriveled-up d**k and laughed with her already familiar gloating scorn.

“I see your p***s is now properly chastened, boy. That’s good – very good. Do you think you’ll still be able to get it up for me?”

“Without a doubt, Mistress!” I sniffled with great sincerity. “The memory of you beating me will easily keep me hard until next time!”

“I’m pleased to hear it. Come over here now and enter your email address into my computer so I can send you my paper to work on. And though you will then have my address, you will send me no unsolicited messages of any kind. Simply attach the corrected work to a blank reply. Do you understand that as well?”

“Completely, Mistress.”

I hurried over to comply. Then I dressed, my shirt still damp with Mistress’ sweat. After that I paused a moment for some acknowledgment, wiping my face to make myself presentable to the outside world. Without turning from her computer Dani dismissed me with one last order.

“I’ll see you in class Monday, boy, and for our Tuesday appointment. Before then you will buy me a new pointer, one that won’t break. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to thrash you again. Remember: one orgasm and that’s it!”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you so much for beating me.”

Dani gave a distracted wave, and I limped painfully out.