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Part 2:
I had been lieing in the living room for the past 30 minutes at this point. I was in a kneeling position, with my stomach laying on a couch, my knees on the ground, and my arms tied behind my back. Brian had been rummaging through my house for around 15 minutes looking for something.
Brian finally strolled back into the living room with several odds-and-ends. "You gettin' hungry yet, TK?" he asked.
I managed to turn my head and look at him, and weakly say yes. Although i still had doubts about alot of things.
"Alright, i'll feed ya, you get to try out a few things when you get done. ok?" said Brian. About then, Brian walked into the kitchen, and started grabbing various food items. I could hear him chuckling about something in there, but did not know what it was.
Brian walked back into the room and grabbed my balls from behind and between my legs. "You can eat. I'm gonna untie you, but if you do any stupid shit, i swear you'll regret it. Got it... bitch?" he declared, still holding onto my balls. He slowly untied my hands and feet so that i could move freely. I managed to stretch a little, get some blood circulating, and go see what Brian had made me for food.
I finally sat down and looked at my food, it was a crudely made ham and bologna sandwich. It took me about 5 minutes atleast to eat all of it. Brian was sitting meside me watching my every move, as if i had the ability to run away or something.
After I had ate, we both made our way back into the living room. Oddly, he let me keep my cuffs off.
"Since you didn't do any stupid shit, i'll let you move free during this next little expirament." said Brian.
"Gggreat... I love 'expiraments'." I said with alot of sarcasm. Brian instantly started grinning, holding a huge thin paddle. It had white tape on it, like a grip, along with rubber on the handle, so it wouldn't slip.
"Holy shit! You ain't gonna use that thing are ya???" I stammered. My hope for anything just instantly dissapeared.
"hmm, lets go into the bedroom for this, TK.." requested Brian. We both proceeded to my upstairs bedroom. "Bend over onto the bed!" he demanded.
I obiediantly did so and prepared for whatever amount i could even begin to prepare for. Brian started to act like it was a baseball bat. "TK, I'm going to give you these instructions once and only once. First is that after every hit, you will tell me what number that was. If you mess up counting, i will start back at one. If you dont say anything, i will proceed to paddle you until I think you are finished recieving hits." said Brian.
I grabbed onto the bed and heard the paddle move through the air before it stung my ass the first time. "Ow! ... 1!"
Quickly the paddle struck me again even harder, and in the exact same place. "OW!... 2!"
*Whack!* "Owww!!"... "...3"
I started to sob in pain. *Whack!* "OWW!!! 4!"
"Here comes a big one, TK!" warned Brian.
*WHACK!!!* "OWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! That hurt!!!" It took a moment, but i barely managed to say 5.
*WHACK!!!* "OWWW!!!!! Please, no more! I'll do anything!!! I swear!"
"Should i hurry it up then?" asked Brian, "Very well."
*Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!* "There was 10 licks. You happy now, TK?" said Brian, with a disappointed tone in his voice. At this point, I was half unconcious from the pain. My butt was a bright red and looked like it hurt badly.
I managed to sprawl across the bed laying onto my stomache. Brian decided to sit ontop of me just for the heck of it.
(definitely more to come; sorry for the shortness of this part)
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