My name is Alfonse Smythe, Al for short. I am a PhD candidate in American Literature and a TA (teacher’s assistant) to help pay some of my costs. Linda was one of my pupils in her senior year and was graduating at the end of this term. Linda is pretty, self-assured, tall and slender with a commanding presence. With her good health and commanding personality, clearly an outdoor girl, she was extremely popular, with the guys. I fell madly in love with her.

Being shy, I did not force myself on Linda and she took no interest in me. You might say I am delicate and am a little effeminate, but I am not a fagot or a pervert. I like girls, and definitely I liked Linda who I noticed from the first day she came to my class. I could not keep my eyes off her; taking great care she did not catch me doing it. When alone in my office or at home, I would think about her and with her in mind fantasize and masturbate.

I am not a stalker but felt a need after class to follow her at a prudent distance, watch over her and see that no harm would come to her. She seemed to prefer the big guys. I noticed her from time to time with a different one, some would stay the night in her room but I’m sure, she did not take any too seriously since she did not go steady with any particular one.

About one month into the term, she knocked on my door at work, a small cubical assigned to me at the end of a corridor, (laughingly called an office). She stuck her head in and asked to see me. I welcomed her in and hoped my love for her was not too apparent. She asked for a favor. She was having difficulties doing her term papers both for her psychology course and my course. Writing, she explained was not her thing. She let these assignments for class slide, being busy with other things on campus. She was desperate. Would I help? Of course I would help. Being careful not to give away my feelings for her we went to work to get the papers written. I helped her make an outline of what to say, put things in a logical order and made suggestions. I have to admit, I did much of the work but she did some and she got A’s on both papers. I loved being with her.

Even after the completion of her term papers, she continued to use my assistance for some of her other school assignments as she was extremely busy with her other activities. I was more than willing to help. I loved her and I would masturbate by just thinking about her.

One day I goofed. I should have locked my door, but I was negligent and she walked in while I was yanking off. How could this happen to me? Just as I was shooting my load, she appeared at my door, smiling, giggling, and watched me cum off. Hell could be no worse than to have her see me like this.

She said, “Sorry, I caught you at a bad time. See ya later” and left. What could I say to her? I was mortified and embarrassed. I was deathly afraid that I would lose her. What to do?

I slept little that night trying to figure out how I could face Linda.

The next day in class, she made a hi-sign to me as if nothing had happened. I was nonetheless flustered. I don’t know how I got through the class with her sitting there, but I did. It was at 4 that afternoon. There was a knock on my door. Could it be Linda? She always just walks in. I yelled, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Linda. Are you” giggle “preoccupied? Can I come in?”

“Sure, come in. I’m not doing anything,” and then realized how she would misinterpret the double meaning in my response. If I was flustered in class, I was really flustered now.

I stuttered, “Linda, please let me explain...”

She interrupted, “It’s not necessary. I understand. You’re no different than other guys I know. You can’t control your urges. It’s OK. You can’t help it. I won’t hold it against you.” Thank God, I felt, she understood.

She turned to leave then turned back, and as an afterthought said, “But you were a naughty boy. You must be punished.” “Of course,” she continued, “If you feel I shouldn’t, that’s OK. I won’t and I’ll have to find someone else to help me with my homework. Then I won’t be able to see you except in class.”

In panic, I said, “No, no, no, you are right. I should be punished. I was at fault. Please do it.”

“Well, if you insist, maybe after classes tomorrow.” With this, smiling, she left my office.

“Are you decent?” she said with amusement, as she popped her head into my office the next day, and marched into my office before I had time even to give an answer.

“Linda, please, I’ve been thinking all day about all this, and let’s talk.”

Before I could continue, she interrupted by dropping a nylon rope about five feet long on my desk, and she said, “Sure, we can discuss this, but what is there to say? You did what you did. You are not innocent, are you?” and did not give me an opportunity to say anything further.

She proceeded to make two small loops in the rope, two feet apart in the center of the rope. I was mesmerized by what she was doing. She said, “Stand up.” I stood before her; she nudged off my jacket.

“Hold on, let me explain.” Not waiting, she proceeded to put each of my wrists in a separate loop, tighten the loops by pulling the ends of the rope, turning me around, pulling each end of the rope around me tight, and tying them together in the back. She effectively pulled my hands to my sides so that my hands were bound and immobilized.

“Linda, wait, I don’t know whether,” but before I finished, she proceeded to bunch up my shirt and undershirt above my bound hands.

“That’s not too tight, is it?” she said, and not waiting for an answer, she pulled my belt out from the loops in my trousers. She unbuttoned the top buttons of my pants and pulled the zipper down and hooked her thumbs in the sides of my trousers and shorts; yanked them down to my thighs, exposing my penis and ass.

“Oh look,” she said as she lifted up my penis, “it’s getting hard. You really can’t control yourself, can you?” she laughed. She pulled me over to the end of my desk, loosened my tie, and with it, pulled me down so that my chest and head rested at the end of my desk. I was bent over so that my bare ass hung out, leaving me totally exposed.

“There, are you comfy?” she said, but again not waiting for an answer, I heard the swish, and my belt lashed across my ass.

“Yeow,” I screamed. “That hurts.” That was an understatement; it was excruciatingly painful.

“Hurts,” she said. “Of course it hurts. If it didn’t, it wouldn’t be any good.” And swish came the next lash across my ass.

“Yeow, please, Linda, enough. I’m sorry.” I pleaded. She showed no mercy, and the third one landed across my ass even harder. “Yeow,” I screamed again. Into my office came Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Edith Hudson is the secretary of the professor under whom I and two other TAs teach, and she also does secretarial work for them and me. She’s in her early 40s, short and plump, and teaches Sunday school at her church.

“What’s all the noise? What’s going on?” she said on coming through the door. “Oh my,” she said on seeing me bent over with my exposed bare ass. I was mortified. What could she think of me being disciplined like a small child?

“He’s being punished. I caught him masturbating,” Linda explained. I didn’t know what was worse, Mrs. Hudson finding me like this or the whipping I was getting from Linda, but surely she would come to my aid and stop it. After some thought, she said, “Can I watch?”

“Sure,” said Linda. “He is making a lot of noise,” said Mrs. Hudson. “I can fix that,” said Linda.

Linda came around to the other side of my desk, lifted up my head with one hand, and with the other, stuffed a handkerchief that she took from her pocket into my mouth. She proceeded to take my loose tie from under my collar and wrapped it around my mouth and tied the ends at the back of my head, effectively preventing me from spitting out her gag. “There,” she said, “that will keep him quiet.” She then gave another lash, hard across my ass. “Umpf “ was my muffled response to the pain inflicted on me.

Mrs. Hudson then asked Linda, “Can I get you something, coffee, a coke?” “That would be nice. A coke would be fine. I can drink it straight from the bottle,” was Linda’s response, and she gave me another lash. “Umpf,” it hurt. Mrs. Hudson gave Linda the cold coke she took from the small cooler in my office. “Thank you,” she said and took a drink, “That hits the spot.” She continued by pulling my trousers all the way down to my ankles, no doubt to get a better target.

“Look,” said Mrs. Hudson, “he definitely has an erection. Do you think he will have a premature ejaculation?”

“He better not, or I double his punishment,” said Linda, and she gave me three more in rapid succession. Oh my God, it hurt. “Just two more, and we will be through,” said Linda. She gave them to me and said to me, “Very good,” and she gave me a hug and a kiss. Down deep, I felt she loved me, maybe not as much as I loved her, but now there was a bond between us. The whipping showed she cared for me.

“Down on your knees,” she said.” I am proud of you. I am going to give you a treat.” Obviously, now she remembered that Mrs. Hudson was watching us, and she said to her, “That is if you don’t mind?”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” replied Mrs. Hudson. “In fact, I find this very stimulating. This is very edifying, as I can use this on the deacon at church who is making advances on me on Sunday after church services.”

Linda sat down in my chair at my desk and rolled it before me as I kneeled down in front of her. She pulled down her jeans and panties and kicked them aside to bear her hairy cunt before me and said, “Lick me, you made me horny.” After she removed my gag and tie to give me access, I hungrily dug in her juicy slit with my tongue and proceeded to get her juices over my nose, face, and chin. Her cunt odors wafted in my nostrils. I was in my glory as she accepted my ministrations with grunts, groans, and finally with an organism.

“Not bad,” she said, “and now it’s your turn. Stand up.” I stood up before her with my hands still bound and immobilized, naked from the waist down except for my trousers on my shoes and socks at my ankles. Linda, always prepared, dug into her purse that she had placed on my desk when she first came in and pulled out a throwaway latex glove similar to the ones doctors use on giving a rectal examination. She put it on her left hand and put two fingers in a jar containing a greasy substance and proceeded to insert those two fingers into my ass hole. I had an intense hard-on and she firmly grabbed my cock with her right hand. She wiggled her fingers in my ass hole and I couldn’t hold back and pumped away with grunts of pleasure. In short order, I shot my load on my desk. “Yuck,” she said, “you certainly made a mess.”

Linda then removed the glove from her left hand, threw it into the waistbasket, and wiped her hands on the tail of my shirt. She then turned to Mrs. Hudson, who I forgot was there. I was embarrassed and humiliated knowing that Mrs. Hudson had watched the goings-on and said to her, “Would you mind doing me a favor?”

“What’s that?” she answered. “I have a date with my boyfriend, we will be getting a bite to eat, and plan to go to that new disco that just opened up off campus. Do you mind that I leave now and will you clean him up for me?”

“Sure, go ahead. I will take care of him. It will be my pleasure,” Mrs. Hudson said.

“Thanks, and by the way, leave the rope in his desk drawer since I will probably use it again later on,” said Linda as she straightened herself up and left.

“You’re not going to tell anybody about what happened here?” I asked Mrs. Hudson as she proceeded to untying me and helping me get my composure back.

“Certainly not,” she said to my relief. “No one would understand,” she continued, as she led me into the adjoining little bathroom that I shared with the TA on the other side of it. She used a washcloth on my face, found some salve in the medicine cabinet above the sink, took a dab of it, and gently spread it on my ass, relieving some of the sting and residual heat I suffered from the whipping. She helped me pull up my shorts and pants. “There,” she said, “I hope, you’re OK now. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” She repeated, obviously to give me reassurance. Gave me a little pat on my ass, and said as she left, “Have a nice day.”

Over the weekend, reliving the events I enjoyed with Linda, I masturbated. She continued to use me for her homework, since she was very busy with her other activities, and I was filled with joy whenever she would give me some of her busy time. Whenever she felt it necessary to punish me for my evil thoughts, she would whip me, sometimes Mrs. Hudson would watch and sometimes not, and she frequently let me lick her and then yank me off.

She would not let me penetrate her with my hands and definitely not my penis since, as she explained to me, she had too high a regard for me. She acknowledged that she let some of the boys go to bed with her, but they didn’t count since they were mere students whom she didn’t take seriously. However, I was different, I was someone she had respect for, someone with a brain, not just a penis, and she was very fond of me. I could understand, but hoped eventually, we could become real lovers and maybe even marry.

She told me that she knew from the beginning that I followed her, and that she didn’t mind if it pleased me. On occasion, she told me she had to restrain some of the guys who wanted to beat me up for following them, and told them to mind their own business. I thought I was so careful not to be observed, and was consternated on finding out that she knew what I was doing, but I was relieved in that she would not hold this against me.

The term was getting close to the end. I realized that I would soon lose Linda, so I got up the nerve and asked her to marry me. I told her how much I loved her. I would not expect her to give up her active social life with other guys as long as she would not leave me. I would get a better job to support her, furnish her with her needs, and she would have control of all my earnings. “ Just don’t leave me,” I begged her. She told me she would think about my proposal.

A couple of days later, she told me that she was going home after graduation, but had not made up her mind about me. She had contacted her parents, and they had suggested that I spend the summer with them and her at their ranch in Kentucky. She would let me know later what she decided about marriage.

I discovered that her parents were quite wealthy. Her father had made a great deal from investing and continued to invest successfully. Her mother bred and trained show horses. Their principal residence was a horse ranch in Kentucky, where we were going to spend the summer. Her father supplied the airfare since I could not afford first class, and he insisted that this was the way we were to come. I was to travel light and put my other belongings in storage since, as his guest, it would be his pleasure to supply all my clothing and other needs, for he knew what they would be for informal living on a ranch.

I was pleasantly surprised at the warm welcome I received from both her father and mother. Her father’s name was David. He was a well-built man, in his mid-40s, stocky but not fat, and graying at the temples. Her mother, Sarah, in her early 40s, was tall and slender, somewhat like Linda, and I could see how Linda got her good looks. Both were obviously outdoor people in the pink of health. They were very gracious to me and seemed to be genuinely glad to have me as a guest for the summer.

Linda’s father, obviously proud of the ranch, gave me a quick tour of it on our arrival. It was a busy place, a few horses in the pasture lazily munching on grass, others going through their paces with a trainer in a fenced-in yard not far from the barn containing their stalls and the carriage house with stable equipment, fittings, saddles, harnesses, bridles, bits, and reins. Everything was clean and neat in its place.

Linda and her mother, while her father was showing me around, saddled up and mounted some fine-looking Studs. While riding them at a slow trot, Linda was obviously telling her mother how things went at school.

Her father, after our quick tour of the ranch, took me to the large ranch house. It was impressive. He showed me to my room. It was quite something: a good-size room with a fine, heavy wood bed, a TV in the room, and a computer. The closet contained clothing, flannel shirts, slacks, and jeans all my size. There was underwear and other necessities neatly put away in the large dresser and toiletware in the attached bathroom. They certainly went to a lot of trouble for me. Linda must have supplied them with the information they would have needed to have the specifications for the clothes to fit. Her parents were so friendly and understanding that I felt certainly they would be on my side in convincing Linda to marry me.

Dave suggested I wash up, catch a nap, and he would see me at supper at 6:30. I welcomed his suggestion and did just that. After my rest, I selected a checkered red flannel shirt and slacks since I sensed the informality of this place. At about 6:15, I heard the guests who had begun to arrive and went to join them. Dave suggested a drink before supper. I gladly accepted a martini and was introduced to the others there: the trainer, two couples who were neighbors, another man who was in charge of running the ranch, and a girlfriend of Linda’s. We all went in for supper that was sumptuous.

Sarah sat next to me and through supper and told me about the great kick she had from breeding, training, and selling show horses at horse shows and by advertising. From a couple of her award-winning stallions, she collected semen that she sold to inseminate mares, since there was a good market for it. I listened politely, although I wasn’t really interested. However, my ears perked up when she proceeded to tell me that there were some men, maybe not many, but some men who were meant to serve others and they should, in her view, be trained like her show horses.

I would not buy that and told her I could not believe it. She insisted it was true; I politely decided I would not argue the point and leave her to her illusions.

After supper, we all went to the game room to have a brandy or, if we preferred, a glass of sweet port to socialize, relax, and enjoy each other’s company. It was a large room with large, heavy, comfortable furniture and a billiard table. Dave took me around the room to show me his display of rifles and guns on display on the wall. He also proudly showed me the many whips and paddles hung up, a bullwhip, a cat with nine tails, custom-crafted floggers, quirts, and crops so necessary for the horseman, and Sarah’s favorite, a leather strap, 3 inches wide by 22 inches long with a multibraided leather handle that she used for training, presumably horses. She called it Ole Faithful, I was told.

Sarah said, “Let’s begin,” and whispered instructions to her housekeeper, a heavy-set Mexican woman, whom together with her good-looking 18-year-old daughter, also on staff, wheeled into the center of the room a heavy stand with a saddle on it waist-high, the wheels being locked in place. Sarah motioned me to come over, which I did to find out what she wanted. Sarah gave her housekeeper a signal, and the housekeeper took hold of both my hands, and before I had a chance to object; her daughter being behind me, inserted a ball gag in my mouth and firmly tied the two straps attached to it at the back of my head so that I could neither protest nor spit the gag out of my mouth. The two of them pulled me over the saddle so that I was bent over it with my rear end up and the rest of me folded over. They attached each hand by cuffs to rings at each end in the front of the stand and at the bottom of it.

I was the center of attention, and I could hear the amused comments about me in this uncompromising position. I was shocked and embarrassed but also excited in knowing that everyone there was watching with anticipation what was to happen to me. Sarah instructed her helpers, “Strip him completely and get me Ole Faithful.”

As the housekeeper and her daughter pulled my shirt and undershirt over my head and down my arms; pulled my pants and shorts down my legs. Sarah whispered in my ear, “Relax, this is going to hurt a little, but it is necessary if you are to accomplish your raison d’être, and you must learn to give pleasure to others before your own.” With this comment not long off her lips, Ole Faithful landed across my ass. It definitely hurt. Then came another, and another, and another. It was unbearable, and I had no way to avoid the punishment. My penis, not knowing any better, was erect and was in full view of those in the room, each watching, whispering approval, and enjoying the spectacle.

After about ten strokes with Ole Faithful, Sarah turned to her assistants and said, “I want him clean, both inside and out.” They knew what to do, left, and came back with a full enema bag. They emptied the contents in my ass, released the cuffs from the rings at the bottom of the stand, and attached the cuffs to leather strips, front and back, binding my hands to my sides. Kicking my clothes aside, still gagged, they forced me to accompany them naked with my penis throbbing with a hard-on.

I was taken to a large bathroom where I relieved myself, given a second enema, and then a third so that I would be perfectly clean inside. The housekeeper gave me two sharp strokes across my ass with a crop that she carried hooked to her belt to persuade me that obedience was better than valor. They shaved my entire body from the shoulders down except for the hair around my penis, which was trimmed, thank you, to leave some evidence of my manhood. They well-greased my ass hole, dusted me with baby talcum powder, put a bow ribbon on my penis, and led me back to the playroom.

I was taken directly to Sarah, and the whole room fell into hushed silence as all attention was drawn to me. Sarah brought me over to her husband and said to him, “Enjoy, darling.”

She then said to me, “On your knees,” and gently ran Ole Faithful along my back so that I would understand she meant business. Releasing my gag with her other hand, she said, “Open your mouth.”

I, being prudent, complied, as Dave unzipped his fly, and he pulled out his long, thick cock, inserted it into my mouth, where it made itself at home. He said, “Suck.” Halfway in becoming enlarged, it filled my mouth. He said, “If you want to become a good cocksucker, you have to learn to take it all the way. It ain’t that hard. Just concentrate and enjoy it.” Holding my head by my ears for leverage, he pushed it further down my throat, where I managed to swallow his large appendage without choking.