Afternoon Tea

There was a brief pause. I loved that pause. The conflict in his mind was clear to all of us in the room. The only acceptable reply was 'Yes Mistress April', but to say that was to accept an unknown punishment.

"Yes Mistress April."

I smiled and selected a heavy hairbrush from the drawer. A few steps brought me back across the room to stand behind him.

"Good boy. Now bend and place your palms on the table."

He did as instructed, bending from the waist and placing both hands on the knee-high surface, leaving his nylon clad bottom high and vulnerable. Corinne watched with clear interest from her seat alongside the table.

"Remember to count for me." I reminded him.

"Yes Mistress April"

Whap! The slap of the solid wooden brush made a very satisfying sharp noise against his rump.

"One."

Whap! The other buttock

"Two."

I gave him a quick half dozen, three on either cheek, not too hard, but hard enough that he felt them sting. Corinne's eyes were dancing and a thought struck me - I held out the brush to her

"Mistress Corinne?" I made it a question.

She was eager, that much was clear. She made her way around the coffee table to join me. I handed her the brush and stood back.

Whap! it wasn't the hardest blow but it was a good start

"Seven."

Whap!

"Eight."

"Don't be afraid to hit a little harder if you like" I suggested

WHAP! she took my advice to heart. That one was almost a tennis forehand, catching Justin's buttocks on the up and rocking him forwards.

"Nine." There was a slight catch in his voice. That had hurt.

WHAP! she unleashed another blow.

"Ten."

Whap! This one wasn't as brutal

"Eleven"

Whap!

"Twelve"

Not sure if Corinne would stop on her own, I gently laid a hand on her arm. She grinned at me and handed back the hairbrush. I pointed to the sofa and she got the message, and wordlessly returned to her seat. Once she was settled I stepped forwards until I was in front of Justin.

"You may stand." he returned to his upright position, arms tight against his sides. There were unshed tears in his eyes, Corinne really did have a strong arm.

"Thank You for my punishment Mistress April." I was pleased that Justin remembered the formula.

"And?" I raised an eyebrow. He caught my meaning

"Thank You for my punishment Mistress Corinne."

"Well done Justin." I was happy that he had taken his punishment without complaint. He really did have promise. What was needed now was a little positive reinforcement.

"Please bring me a tea towel from the kitchen Justin"

"Yes Mistress April."

Corinne looked at me questioningly but I only had a few seconds to explain

"He's earned a reward. You don't have to stay for this if you don't want"

"I have no intention of missing this." She stayed firmly put on the sofa.

Justin returned and handed me the tea-towel which I spread on the coffee table. I had him stand in the same place at the end of the table but this time with his legs almost touching the table edge.

"You took your punishment well Justin and I think you deserve a reward." I rested my hand on his bright red buttocks and he jumped a little, whether through surprise or discomfort I wasn't sure. His dickie began to swell once again.

"Would you like that?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"Good boy." I let my hand caress hit bum gently "I want you to put on a show for us. To start with you need to be good and hard, you may use your hand."

He reached for his cocklet and with a few fumbling squeezes had brought his erection back to life. I stopped my caress and leant past his shoulder to peer at his groin.

"Are you there? Is it properly hard?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"Hands off then." I took a couple of steps forwards to get a view of him from the front. He did present a pretty sight.

"Isn't that cute Corinne? I don't know why but I find the sight of his little pink stiffy adorable."

Corinne was giving the item in question a good look. "I think I know what you mean. When you first told me he was small I thought it would just be funny, but there is a certain attraction there." She pursed her lips in thought "Not a sexual attraction, I can't imagine it plunging into me and making me moan in pleasure. It's more a like a curiosity, an ornament or a toy to be played with."

"You're certainly right about that. From what Justin has told me it certainly does get played with a lot and I'm eager to catch a live show. Go on Justin, start stroking. Remember though, no spurting without permission."

"Yes Mistress April."

His hand returned to his cocklet and began stroking again. Well, stroking may be the wrong word it was more of a gradual squeeze than a stroke. When you don't have a lot to work with long full strokes of the whole hand are out of the question. As he worked his dickie I began a gentle questioning.

"Did you enjoy being my maid today Justin?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"You liked standing there in your nylons, and lace cap, serving us tea?"

"Yes Mistress April."

I asked my questions steadily, not harshly, not wanting to break his focus.

"And did you enjoy your lesson on curtsying from Mistress Corinne?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"It is nice to have an obedient servant who knows his place. Some men are born to obey a Lady's commands. It seems to suit you Justin, your cocklet has been hard for most of the afternoon. Have you wanted to stroke it all that time?

"Yes Mistress April."

"If you were at home and it got as hard as that, you would have wanked off straight away?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"But then you would spurted your gooey mess in a heartbeat and it would all be over." He was building a steady rhythm now. "Stop!"

He took a moment to register the command, then his hand fell away to his side. I let the silence hang between us for a moment, before continuing.

"Are you enjoying jerking your willy in front of two ladies?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"More than tugging it by yourself at home?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"Good, you may start again, slowly though, this isn't a race."

Once again his hand returned to his cocklet and began a steady rhythmic motion. I stepped up beside him and saw his eyes flicker as I drew close. I kept my voice low, unthreatening.

"So, you're saying that stroking for me, when I want to watch is better than whacking off by yourself?"

"Yes Mistress April."

I didn't want to give him time to think that one through in too much detail, the next question came quickly on its heels.

"It would be even better if I gave you a hand wouldn't it?" I held my hand up, fingers curled, as though grasping a penis.

"Yes Mistress April." The response was a little breathless.

"Would you like me to touch your willy for you?"

"Oh Yes Mistress April!" the possibility had definitely shaken his self control. There was a pathetic eagerness in his tone

"Stop stroking!" I gave his bottom a little slap to emphasize the command. "Hands at your sides."

He was flushed pink all over now, and as I watched a clear drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip his cocklet.

"I'll bet you would like me to lend a hand. But what would I get out of it? I have no interest in tugging on a man's cock. If that's all I wanted there's hardly a shortage of willing men out there to practise on. If I do this for you, I shall want you to do something for me in return. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress April. Anything you want Mistress April."

"That's a good boy Justin. What if I asked you to come and see me next week at the same time, would you do that for me."

"Yes Mistress April. I would love that Mistress April."

"And instead of wanking away by yourself all through the week, do you think you could wait until we saw each other again?" there was a slight pause

"I could try Mistress April, if it would make you happy."

"It would make me very happy Justin. I do like watching you wank, and I hate to think of you wasting all your sperm by yourself. I asked you to try and cut down last time and we both know how that went don't we?

"Yes Mistress April." he looked a little ashamed.

Do you think you could do better this time, if it's only for a week? Would you do that for me, promise not to wank without me there to help you?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"Then say it for me Justin."

"I promise not to wank until I see you next week Mistress April."

"Good boy Justin." I was very pleased. "Hands on your head!" his hands went to his head, fingers tangling in his lacy cap.

I held my hand up to his face, index finger and thumb extended

"Suck them." I instructed. A puzzled look crossed his face, but he took first one then the other into his mouth. "Get them nice and wet."

Removing my hand I formed the two damp digits into a small ring and wrapped them around the shaft of his penis, just below the head. He gasped in delight and his little dickie twitched under my touch.

"Now I want you to fuck my hand. You know how, start humping."

It took a moment for my meaning to sink in, then he started to thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cocklet in and out of the ring formed by my finger and thumb. I let him have a few thrusts.

"Is that good?"

"Yes Mistress April!"

"Isn't it so much better than doing it by yourself at home?"

"Yes Mistress April!"

"Humping away at my hand like a dog in heat whilst my friend watches you?"

"Yes Mistress April!"

"Good boy. Now speed up for me, pump like you mean it"

I tightened my grip slightly, and he obliged, throwing his groin back and forth in short strokes, panting as he went, his whole body swaying with each thrust. His face took on an expression of concentration and beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. I watched him carefully, noting the changes in his body as he neared orgasm. Judging his growing pleasure and selecting the right moment to prompt him

"Do you want to spurt Justin?"

"Yes Mistress April."

"And?"

"Please may I cum Mistress April?" there was a tremble in his voice

"Yes Justin, you have my permission to spurt for us."

I adjusted my hand slightly to aim him down at the coffee table. He closed his eyes and gave a few more thrusts before gasping loudly as a jet of white cum shot out across the tea-towel spread there. I held my hand in place for a few seconds as he gave a last half hearted thrust or two and then released his member. Corinne clapped in delight

"Well done Justin, a fine show. Stay there for a moment I shall be right back"

He stood there a little weak kneed, in the aftermath of his orgasm. It was the work of a moment to step into the hall, and collected a few items from the downstairs bathroom. Returning to my guests I handed Justin the damp flannel

"Clean yourself up with that." I was brisk and business-like again. He applied it to his cocklet and balls, flinching slightly at the cold of the water I had used. Meanwhile I tugged his tights down to his knees then knelt down at the coffee table. Moving the tea-towel aside, I opened the box I had fetched and started sorting through its contents. Corinne's eyes widened as she worked out what I had with me, but said nothing. As Justin's cleaning paused I took the flannel back off him.

"Eyes on the wall opposite, hands on your head!" I commanded.

Selecting the correct parts I took Justin's balls in my hand and attached the first plastic fitting around them. It was then that he spoke

"Umm, Mistress April?"

"Yes Justin?" I tried to make my tone as cold and impersonal as I could

"What is?.. umm.. I mean what are you?..." he tailed off uncertainly as I kept working.

"It's a chastity device Justin."

"But Mistress April..." again his concerns tailed off

"You did promise Justin." I reminded him, slipping the smallest penis attachment over his cocklet. "You won't wank until you come back next week. I know that you meant it, but once you've gone back home that promise may not be so easy to keep. This will help you." I locked everything into place with the padlock and stood up. He was looking down at his new cage.

"Eyes on the wall Justin." I chided

"But Mistress April, you never mentioned a chastity belt." He complained.

"It will be a reminder of our time today, not only will it let you keep your promise, but each time you want to wank and can't you'll think of me and anticipate our next meeting." There was a slightly sulky look on his face. "Of course, it's only a small padlock, you could always take a pair of bolt-cutters to it, but that would make me very unhappy. You don't want to make me unhappy do you Justin?"

"No Mistress April."

"There's a good boy." I leant forward and pulled his tights back up to his waist, covering his new device. I was rushing him a little bit, but I wanted to stall any more protests. He could have all the doubts he wanted during this next week, but once he was away from here he had only two choices, accept the device and wait for our next playdate, or take it off, and stop coming to me. I was fairly certain which he would choose. Giving him time to quibble about it here would just be vexatious for both of us. I gave him a peck on the cheek.

"You've done well today. Why don't you pop back upstairs and put your street clothes again. You can keep the tights, but leave the cap on the bed."

He obeyed, leaving the room and headed upstairs. I turned back to Corinne,

"Sorry about that. I don't mean to leave you out, but this is a fragile moment. He's right, he didn't agree to this, but it's a test. Obeying in little things is easy, playing games he wants to play is no challenge. This is asking him to take a fairly big step - to do something he's not really happy with just because I want him to?"

"Do you think he'll keep it on?" She was intrigued

I moved my arm chair back into its original position and started to tidy away the remaining debris of our afternoon.

"I hope so. They're not the cheapest things in the world and you can hardly give someone a second hand one. It's a gamble, it might be money thrown away, it might be a smart investment. We shall see."

The tea-towel and flannel went into the kitchen, the extra parts of the chastity device went back in the box, all was straight again in no time. We chatted until we heard Justin coming back downstairs and went into the hall to meet him. He looked very different in his everyday clothes, and there was still a sulky air about him.

"Thank you for being my maid today Justin. You did very well. I look forward to seeing you next week.

"Thank you Mistress April." he managed, and Corinne moved in before he could add more,

"It was lovely to meet you Justin. I had a wonderful afternoon, and I do hope to see you again sometime." she shot a glance at his groin "Are you still wearing the tights? His blush was all the answer she needed and she giggled. "Wonderful. It's been a pleasure Justin."

He stumbled through a return pleasantry and before he knew it I had the front door open and was ushering him out into the street.

"Until next time!" I made it a cheerful farewell and closed the door behind him. Corinne waited for a heartbeat before bursting into peals of laughter

"I cannot believe the things you get up to!" she was delighted "You are a terrible person! I can't believe he did those things, humping your hand like a spaniel, letting you lock his dick away in a cage. Can he even go to the bathroom with that on?"

I returned her smile with a triumphant smirk

"I will answer all your questions in good time - but first, can I offer you something a little stronger than tea?"