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夏天的时候。我和我的兄弟托德大学毕业以后，决定在斯莱特建筑公司上班赚钱。但是这个工作很艰苦，里面的老家伙总是把一些琐碎的工作交给我们刚毕业的人来干，但是报酬还是不错的。我和托德去了商场买了工作装和长裤以及靴子。我们穿着白的发亮的T恤和卡其裤出现工作地点。斯莱特先生把他的办公室放在房车房屋里，这方便他去每个工地，我们走了进去去领工作表。
斯莱特先生6尺4寸高，肩膀十分的宽厚。，我是6尺而托德是5尺10寸，即使我们已经长大了，但是在斯莱特面前却让我们感到自己像个小孩子。他穿着有点褪色的牛仔裤，紧贴在他的身上。我们进去的时候他站了起来，我认为他是在示意他是老板。
当我们站在他的办公桌前，我不自禁的注意到他的椅子上有一个黄铜色的钩子，上面挂着一个两英尺长的磨刀皮带，看上去很像是理发店的那种，但是这个皮带的末尾有一个黑色的皮革柄。我不喜欢看着那个东西，我在想托德是否也在看着。斯莱特先生和我们握了手然后得给我们三页的需要填写的文档。“伙计们，填好它，然后我再和你们解释在这里我们怎么做事。”
伴随着大块头离开房车的脚步声，留下了我和托德在这里填写表单。我尽快填好了表格，当托德把钢笔盖好放回到桌子上时，我碰了碰他的大腿然后指着磨刀皮带。
“你认为那个是干什么的”。我问
“是的，我也注意到了”，托德回答说，“当我十二岁的时候我父亲让我见识了它，他用这种皮带抽打了我的屁股，这个东西让我感到十分的难受”他说。
“刚才我也觉得十分的不舒服。”我说。房车门开了，斯莱特先生进来了，这个小空间内所有的东西都立刻变得小了起来。
他看了我们填写的档案，然后斜靠在他的椅子上，将手放在他的脑后说道：“伙计们，欢迎来到斯莱特建筑公司。你们最好知道一些我如何管理公司的方式，当我们开始工作以后而你却不在这里，你将会被扣掉工资，缺席也是一样；在我的地方不容忍任何的顶嘴、或者是过激的抱怨的言论；你们还不到二十一岁，所以我会像对待我儿子那样对待你们。”
他从钩子上用右手去下了磨刀皮带，“你们要是弄糟什么的话，我就会脱掉你们的裤子然后给你们一顿痛打，知道你们一周都无法坐下为止。有什么意见吗？”
我和托德看了下对方，目光扫过皮带，然后看着斯莱特先生，我们是十分努力的人，绝对不会弄出麻烦，我们有什么好担心的呢？
我们异口同声的说：“好，斯莱特先生。”我们离开了然后开始工作，真的很辛苦，但是同事们都还可以还没到想杀了我们的程度（想杀他们…………好冷的幽默）。周五的时候，我们和其他人一样排成队去领工资，我们不敢相信我们领了多少。真的太棒了！
几周以后，我们攒下的钱对于我们来说是比不小的财富，这个工作很不错。接下来有一天，一个年轻人被从工作场所叫道了斯莱特先生的办公室。那些老家伙们都冲着另外一个笑，工地里比平时安静了许多，即使一切看起来没什么变化。然后我听到啪的一声，像是在抽打什么东西，接下来是一声惨叫从房车内传来，紧跟着一声接着一声的传出来，仅仅一分钟我就明白了，托尼正在被打屁股。鞭打持续了几分钟，然后他的叫声被哭泣声和“对不起，斯莱特先生”的恳求声给吞没了。他被打得很惨。我看了看托德，他看上去很紧张，其他人都在偷笑着。几声鞭打在肉上的声音停止后，一切死寂沉沉的。
当杂音继续出现的时候我看见托尼从办公室里一瘸一拐的走了出来，然后回去工作了。中午的时候，他在餐厅里只是吃了一点东西，我们都看见他一直是站着的。
几周之后，我的生日到了，我二十岁了，托德建议我们弄点啤酒好好的庆祝一下。
这是周四，但是我认为我们在周五度过的，我喝醉了，真的醉了。我的闹钟根本没起作用，当托德进来的时候我还在床上。我有一点晕，我穿上我的卡其裤和我的T恤还有我的靴子然后我们上班去了。我们迟到了，但是仅仅是十分钟。这个早晨过的很慢，我提着一桶钉子上了梯子，我失去了平衡从梯子上摔了下来。钉子撒了一地，我掉在了刚弄好的石膏板上，把它砸成三块。我没受伤，但是两个同事冲了过来扶起了我，然后我看到他们的脸色很难看。我转过身去看见斯莱特先生站在办公室的门口，他什么也没说，只是指着我示意我进去。
当我到了门后的时候，我十分的紧张。我轻敲了门，我不知道为什么，没有人这样做过，但是我觉得我应该这样。斯莱特用命令的语气说：“进来”
他指着他桌子前面的椅子说：“坐那儿”。
“斯莱特先生，这是一个误会，我本意不是这样的”我突然意识到自己的语气几乎是祈求的。
“加里，你花费了我很多的人力物力去找钉子，谢弗正在不得不去弄另外一块石膏板。如果你按照我的要求去做的话这一切都不会发生，对吗？”
“是的，先生”我低着头回答道。
“加里，你认为我应该怎么处理呢？”斯莱特先生问道。
“这次就原谅我吧，先生”，我央求道，“这不会再发生了。”
“加里，不会这么容易的，你第一天来的时候我是怎么和你说的？”
“但是，斯莱特先生，我已经二十岁了”我说，“我爸爸从来没打过我。”
“也许他应该打你几顿，”斯莱特先生有点预兆性的说，“我认为一顿古老的好的鞭打对于一个年轻人来讲会是最好的学习工具，为了你刚才愚蠢的行为你应该得到一顿鞭打。”
“不要，斯……莱……特先生，求你了，不会再发生这种事了，我保证”，我几乎听到了自己声音离得恐惧。
斯莱特站了起来，拿起磨刀皮带然后说：“加里，我要像打托尼一样的打你的屁股，有一天你会感谢我的。今天，你要被鞭打！如果多年以前你就尝过这个东西的滋味的话，今天你就不会发生这件事情了。迟做总比不做好！现在，站起来，脱掉你的裤子和内裤，然后在椅子弯腰趴在椅子后背那里。”
我呆若木鸡的站在那里，充满了恐惧感。
“起来，加里”斯特来命令道，声音很大。
我发现我自己好像在一个梦里，我想逃跑，但是我觉得这笔被那些家伙知道我被鞭打还要尴尬。我试着不去害怕那个磨刀皮带，但是根本做不到。我解开我的腰带，然后脱下了裤子，我将我的内裤脱到膝盖处，然后顺从的弯下腰伏在椅背上，一声不发。
斯莱特站在我的身后，如此的安静，几乎只有空调的呜呜的声音，突然我听见皮带划过空气落在了屁股上，发出重重的声音，“啪”，我没有出声，我被吓到无法出声，这火辣的疼痛从我的屁股上传来，真的让我难以置信。皮带再一次抽打在我的屁股上，我紧紧的抓着椅子几乎要弄坏了它。接着第三下皮带已经亲吻到了我的屁股。
我试图控制自己的呻吟声。第四下我发出哦的声音，第五下我发出啊的声音。第六下落到屁股上，伴随着“不要，求你了，先生。”，第七下是“啊……”，第八下就是哽咽了。第九下和第十下是不断地哽咽声。更多的祈求伴随着第十一下和第十二下。第十三下我发出了明显的叫喊，十四下的时候我发出了更大的声音。皮带让我的屁股保持着热度。一下又一下让我陷入了疼痛的海洋。
我发出了不断地哽咽声，每一下抽打都让我几乎跳起来，有种想要把自己扔出去的感觉。
奇妙的是，我感觉我自己正在勃起，即使疼痛的感觉十分的强烈，抽打的声音，还有兴奋感伴随着皮带带给我焦灼的疼痛混合在了一起，这是我从来没有经历的过的，这种感觉十分的强烈。
当了三十四下的时候，我的硬物已经完全直立了起来。几乎要喷出了，一下一下的抽打从屁股上传来的疼痛感让我接近冲出的边缘。三十九下，我开始痉挛了。
四十下，我射出剧烈的年轻的液体喷溅在椅子的背上。
我有持续的喷射了一阵，直到我意识到自己不再被打的时候我又喷射了一些。
我看了一下，接过斯莱特先生递过的纸巾将椅背擦干净，“弄干净”，他命令道，“过了十八岁以后，这随时都可能发生。”
然后我们握了手，穿上内裤和裤子的时候，我感到一阵阵的疼痛。斯莱特先生将磨刀皮带又挂了回去。
“谢谢你，斯莱特先生”，我诚恳的说，“很长时间以来，我一直需要这顿鞭打。”
当我蹒跚着回到工作地地方，我无法阻止那些人的笑声，我笑了回去。现在我知道为什么当有人进办公室的时候，他们要笑而且听的如此的仔细。
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My buddy Todd and I had decided it would be god money to work for the Slater construction company for the summer while we were home from college. It was hard work, and the older guys always made us collge guys do the grunt work, but the pay made it tolerable. Todd and I went to the mall and bought t-shirts and dickies work pants and boots. We showed up at the site all fresh in bright white t-shirts and nicely creased khakis. Mr. Slater had his ofice in the trailer that went along to every site. We went in to take care of the paper work.
Mr. Slater was a big guy, 64" with big broad shoulders. I was 6 and Todd was 5 10" so we werent little guys, but Slater madde us feel like boys. He wore jeans, faded and tight. He stood up as we walked in, I think purposely to emphasise that he was the boss.
As we stood in front of his desk, I couldnt help noticing that in a prominent shiny brass hook, directly behind Mr. Slaters chair, hung a two foot lon brown leather razor strap, just like the ones in the barber shop, except this shiny leather strap had a shiny black leather handle on one end. I didnt like the look of that thing. I wondered if Todd was seeing it there too. Mr. Slater shook hands and handed each of us a three page document that needed completion. "Fill this out guys, and Ill be right back and explain how we do things around here!"
With that the big guy stepped out of the trailer leaving Todd and me to fill out the form. I finished up as quick as I could, and then as Todd put his pen back on the desk, I tapped his leg and pointed at the razor strap.
"What do you think of that?" I asked.
"Yeah, I saw it too!" Todd answered. "My dad used to get whipped with one of those things." "He showed it to me at Gramps house when I was twelve." "Made me real uncomfortable!" He grinned.
"I was feeling that too, just now." I put in. The trailer door opened and Mr. Slater entered, immediately dwarfing everything in the small space.
He looked our papers over then leaned back in his chair putting his hand son the back of his head. "Welcome to Slater Construction, guys." "Just a couple things you better know about how I run this operation. If youre not here when we start, you get paycheck docked, same for absent days." "Cost me money by being reckless and you get fired and anything you cost me comes out of your check!" "I dont tolerate any backtalk, cussing, smartass comments on my sites!" "You guys are under twenty-one, so I treat guys that age the same as I treat my own boys!"
He reached over with his right hand and lifted the razor strap off the hook. "Either of you guys screw up, and Ill take your pants down and tan your hide so you cant sir down for a week!" "Any objections?"
Tood and I looked at each other, then back at the leather strap, then at Mr. Slater. We were hard working guys, and didnt get into trouble as kids, so what did we have to worry about?
Together we answered, "Ok with us Mr. Slater!"
Off we went. It was hard work, but the guys were decent and didnt try to kill us. Friday came and we lined up for pay checks with the other guys. We couldnt believe how much we made! This was great.
As the weeks rolled by we amassed what was to us a small fortune. The job was good. Then one day, one of the other young guys got called from his work to go to Slaters office. The older guys were all smiling at one another. The site got strangely quieter than normal, although things were getting done. Then I heard a slap and a yelp from the trailer, followed by another, and another. It took me only a minuteto realise, Tony was getting his butt whipped. His whipping went on fo several minutes, and his yelps merged into yelling and pleading and alot of Im sorry Mr. Slater. He got whipped fierce. I looked at Todd and he looked nervous. The other guys were just smiling away. After the sound of leather slapping flesh stopped, everything was deathly quiet. Then the noise level picked up and shortly I saw Tony come out of the office,almost limping, and go back to work. He ate his lunch a little away from the rest of us, and we could all see, he was standing.
The following week, it was my birthday. I was twenty. Todd suggested we get some beers and really celebrate.
It was a Thursday, but I figured wed get through the Friday ok. We got loaded. REALLY loaded. My alarm clock didnt go off, so when Todd came into my room, I was still in bed. I had a hangover. I pulled on my khakis and a clean t-shirt and my boots and off we went. We were late, but only by ten minutes. The morning dragged, and just as I was passing a pail of nails up a ladder, I lost my balance. The nails went everywhere, and I fell backwards
onto a freshly cut piece of drywall, cracking it in three pieces. It didnt hurt. but two of the guys came rushing over. They helped me stand up, then I saw their faces go serious. I turned and saw Slater standing in the door of his office. He didnt say anything, just pointed at me and motioned me to come into his trailer.
By the time I got to the door, I was trembling. I knocked. I dont know why,,,nobody ever did, but I felt like I should. Slater said "Come in!" in a very commanding tone.
He pointed to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit!"
I walked over and sat down. He was glaring at me. "I thought I had a couple of hard working guys when I took you and Todd on!"
"You do Mr. Slater!" "That was an accident!" "I didnt mean it!" I suddenly realised I was almost begging.
"Gary, you cost me alot of time now as the crew is going to have to find all those nails, and Shafer is going to have to cut another drywall section!" "This wouldnt have happened if you were in the shape I require for work, would it?"
"No sir." I answered looking down.
"What do you think I should do about this Gary?" Mr. Slater asked.
"Nothing this time sir!" I jumped in. "It will never happen again!"
"Gary, its not that easy!" "What did I tell you the first day you started here?"
"But Mr. Slater, Im twenty years old!" "My own dad never whipped me!"
"Maybe he should have!" Mr. Slater said ominously. "I have found that a good, old fashioned whipping is the best learning tool for a boy or young man!" "Youve got to learn there are always
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consequences for acting stupidly!"
"No!…Mr. Slater, please, it wont ever happen again, I promise!" I could hear the fear in my own voice.
Slater stood up, lifting the leather strap as he did so. "Gary, I am going to tan your hide like I did Tony, and you will thank me for it one day!" "Today, you get a whipping!" "You should have had a taste of the strap years ago and this wouldnt happen now." "Better late than never!" "Now stand up, drop your pants and underpants and bend over the back of that chair!"
I sat paralized with fear.
"Get up Gary!" Slater ordered, loudly.
I found myself, almost like in a dream, standing up. I wanted to run away, but I thought that would be more embarrassing than having the guys know I got a whipping. Id try and take the strap without yelling. That would show him! Beligerently I undid my belt buckle and pants and slipped them, along with my boxers down below my knees. I bent forward steadying myself on the back of the chair and silently vowed not to make a sound.
Slater stepped behind me. Then in the quiet with only the dull hum of the air conditioner I heard that strap whir through the air and explode across my bare butt with a loud slap. I didnt yell. I was too shocked to utter a sound. The searing sting of that leatherlanding on my rump was unbelievable. Again the strap cracked across my rear. I gripped that chair so tight I though Id break it. As the third lick burned another stripe on my butt,
I managed kind of a grunt. The fourth and I let out an "Ooooooohhhhh". Number five and it was "Oooooowwwwww!
Six was followed by "Please, Mr. Slater!". Seven was a louder "Ooooowwww!" Eight was a yelp. Nine and ten were continuing yelps. More begging by eleven and twelve. Just plain hollering at thirteen, with a louder yell on fourteen. The leather kept sizzling across my butt. Again and again the strap exploded in a sea of red pain.
I was yelling pretty good. I was also rocking back and thrusting myself forward with each crack of the strap.
Strangely, I could feel myself becoming erect. Even though the pain was intense, the noise, the motion as well as the searing leather strap all combined into feelings Id never experienced. And these feelings were intense.
As we reached the thirty-fourth lick, I felt my nuts tighten up. Each forward thrust, powered from behind by a loud crack of leather across my hide brought me closer and closer to the edge. Thirty-nine and I began to cum.
Forty and I shot a huge, young stud load that splatter on the back of that chair.
I kept thrusting and spewing, and it was several more thrusts befor I realised he wasnt whipping me anymore.
I looked up. As I pushed back from the chair Slater was handing me a paper towel. "Clean that up!" he ordered me. "Happens all the time, especially with guys over eighteen!"
We shook hands after Id painfully pulled up my shorts and pants. Mr. Slter returned the razor strap to the wall.
"Thank you, Mr. Slater" I said honestly, "Ive needed that for a long time!"
As I limped back to my work station, I couldnt help noticing the other guys smiling. I smiled back. Now I knew why they smiled and listened so carefully when one of us had to go to the office.
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