Femdom. Bdsm. Spanking. Summer rods for Marek
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"Well-well, it's wonderful," said Pan Kazimir, "I see that your memory has returned. Could you, young man, give some specific examples of this law of the universe?"
Marek could give no examples.
Pan Kazimir took a new rod from the bucket and waved it several times in the air. The whistle of the rod made Marek's buttocks tighten.
"Then, young man," said Pan Kazimir, "follow my thought. The energy of the body never disappears; it can only change from one kind to another."
And then he whipped Marek painfully.
"Here is the kinetic energy," said Pan Kazimir and again he whipped Marek. "Where did that energy go now?"
"I don't know… Don't know, Pan Kazimir," pleaded Marek, "don't hurt me anymore! Please stop!"
"Watch carefully," continued Pan Kazimir, and again he lashed Marek's shivering buttocks with the rod.
The boy screamed.
"What energy has the kinetic energy of the rod transferred to?"
"I don't know, Pan Kazimir.…I can't stand it anymore!"
"The kinetic energy of the rod has been converted into thermal energy," said Pan Kazimir, "and you, young man, can't help feeling it… And now you will feel it again…"
"Oh, it hurts!"
"Do you feel the thermal energy?" Pan Kazimir asked and his voice was a sneer.
"Yes! Yes! I feel it!" Marek shouted. "I understand! I do, I do…"
"Remember, young man, the energy of the body never disappears or reappears, it can only change from one kind to another. Well, let's continue…"
And Pan Kazimir threw the rod into the corner and went to the blackboard.
CHAPTER SIX
"It's disgusting to masturbate," Pani Felicia reprimanded Marek. "This is bad for the organism of a young person. If a young man sins he becomes lethargic and sleepy and he has no life force left."
It was evening. A night light was burning in Marek's room. The young man stood by the couch having no idea what trouble to expect from his aunt's late visit.
"I'm going to make you get rid of this bad habit," promised Pani Felicia.
The aunt was taller than Marek and broader in the shoulders. Now when Pani Felicia stood next to the young man in the small room, this was especially noticeable. She was wearing a faded purple bathrobe and slippers without a back.
"Here are the special long underpants I bought for you," the aunt said and handed Marek a pair of tight white long underpants. "To avoid unnecessary temptation, you will wear them every night. Try them on, I'll turn my back."
Marek stood with the underpants in his hands and didn't know how to make a joke of it. His aunt looked at him over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
"Now!"
"Yes, Aunt Felicia," Marek sighed.
He quickly undressed and pulled on the long underpants that his aunt had brought. The underpants were very uncomfortable, made of thick coarse cloth. They were tight in the boy's groin.
"Very well," said Pani Felicia appreciating how her new clothes fit on Marek, "turn your back."
The young man turned obediently.
"There are special ties here. You can't untie them and if you do, you won't be able to tie them again."
The aunt tightened one of the cords at Marek's waist, then the other.
"You can't take these underpants off until morning. Until I come and see if you're all right," the aunt said. "And if you disobey me, Marek, and take off your underpants… and God forbid to take up manual labor…"
"Yes," Aunt Felicia.
"I will punish you," Aunt Felicia promised, and her eyes flashed menacingly. "I'll whip you right in bed! You will be hurt and ashamed."
"Yes, Aunt Felicia."
"Good night, my angel."
"Good night, Aunt Felicia."
Marek couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Outside the window the wind was blowing and branches were beating against the glass. The rough material of his underpants rubbed his skin. The groin itched. But the young man endured. He didn't forget that his aunt had promised to punish him. Towards midnight Marek fell asleep, and woke up at dawn because of the fact that his penis rose, hardened and rested against the thick fabric of his underpants. Marek groaned and tried to pull off his underpants. Then he remembered about the strings. He put his hands behind his back and began to untie the knots by touch. Marek quickly finished with the knots because his aunt tied the laces in a bow. The young man pulled the hated underpants and habitually took the hot penis in his fist. Marek remembered Katarzhina's scratched knees and her sly smile. The boy groaned, arched up on the bed and poured semen over the sheet.
"I should hide everything and remember to put on those damn underpants," Marek thought and fell asleep. The young man was sleeping so soundly that he did not wake up in the morning when Pani Felicia went into his room and pulled the blanket off him.
"Oh, how disgusting! What a nightmare!" Pani Felicia exclaimed and pressed her hands to her face.
Her cheeks were flushed with indignation and anger. Pani Felicia left the outhouse and returned almost at once, in five minutes. She carried several long willow rods in her hands. The bars glistened with salt water. The two maids followed her. The lanky Gracia and the short, solidly built Alisha. Alisha had an expressionless broad face, narrow eyes and blue-black short-cut hair that lay on her small head like a helmet.
Three women were standing in the room next to Marek's bed, looking at the naked boy and the semen-stained sheet.
"Hold the boy by the legs and arms," the aunt told the maids, "and hold him tight!"
Standing at the head and foot of the bed, Gracia and Alisha gripped the young man's wrists and ankles tightly. Marek mumbled something in his dream and shook his head but he didn't wake up.
"Good morning, Marek," said Pani Felicia and with a low wave of her hand she struck the young man on the buttocks with a willow rod.