Master in Training 7 (final)

-Count them... Loud and clear- Ezequiel ordered me, grabbing my hair tightly and making me arch my back to stick out my ass.

He caressed my buttocks with the paddle before giving me the first spanking, doing it while holding my hair, making my submissive posture obvious.

-One!- I said in a firm voice, like a soldier. The first blow made a loud sound in that space that remained almost silent. -Two!- I shouted loudly after receiving the second spanking.

-I’ll start from less to more- he told me- although it’s a punishment, I have to prepare you to receive the stronger ones.

-Three!- I shouted when I felt the third spanking and heard it echo off the bare walls.

As expected, little by little curious men began to gather, getting turned on watching my punishment.

The mere word punishment made me a little furious; it hit me right in the ego. I am a man used to good results and to putting my maximum effort into what I do. I don’t allow myself to fail. Being punished, for me, is something terribly embarrassing… and now being there exposed and punished in front of others… made me feel terribly ashamed… on the other hand… that shame… was beginning to give me a morbid, twisted, delicious pleasure.

-Ten!- I exclaimed loudly. The spankings were indeed increasing in intensity…

-Do you want to try?- I heard Ezequiel exclaim, and I turned to look at whom he was speaking to. They were two guys dressed in harnesses and leather shorts, a pair of very cute twinks, one dark-skinned and the other white.

-Come closer, don’t be afraid- Ezequiel told them.

-Did he misbehave?- one of them asked.

-He forgot one of my orders- Ezequiel answered very calmly- and he has to be corrected so he doesn’t do it again. Will you help me punish him?

My mind exploded. If receiving physical punishment was already something unimaginable to me, and being punished in front of them was humiliating, now being punished by them sank me into a tremendous degradation. My cock began to drip precum from how excited I felt.

The dark-skinned one approached Ezequiel, and Ezequiel patiently instructed him, explaining how to hold the paddle and where to hit me.

I felt a slightly less strong spanking than the ones I had been receiving. -Eleven!- I exclaimed in a virile voice, trying to make my masculine voice give me back a little of the dignity I had lost.

-Very good, now the next one, give it to him more firmly- I heard Ezequiel tell him.

-Twelve!- I shouted firmly.

Little by little, the spankings the twink gave me increased in intensity until there came a moment when they were truly painful. -Thirty-one- I counted- thirty-two… thirty-three- the mental game was tremendous. They really burned, but I didn’t want to show my pain to a couple of kids. The twink who wasn’t punishing me, the white one, sat in front of me to watch my...