But his jaw dropped and his face assumed a hue close to that of a piece of typing paper.Mal looked around, primarily at the people who had made the no...ise. She frowned at Samantha for using that word out loud in front of the adults. That would not be received well. Then she glanced at her brother, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. That didn't make sense so she looked at the adults, to see if there was any visual information available that might help her understand why things felt so tense, all. Ball after ball. He ties my hands to my back. Instructs me to put my ass up and head down. I do as I'm told. Slowly starts putting the cock in my ass and pushes all the way deep. My anal virginity gone. He starts fast and hard. I tell him to slow down. He ignores. I beg him to stop. He ignores and slaps my ass several time. This is turning me on. Chastity keeping me locked. But wanting to cum. I feel like I'm on the edge of Cumming through my ass. He goes harder and deeper. I'm on the edge but. So I needed to learn some self control.He is such a wonderful man. He always takes good care of me even when it meant I was at the other end of the belt being disciplined. He is always good with aftercare, but he took no nonsense approach and did not like it when I was being rude. I could be very domineering sometimes and that does not go well if you are a submissive. But he still continued to train me even when I really kept messing my day up by not using proper honorifics, I sometimes forgot. His aunt lived in Serravalle now. Serravalle. Don't forget. Serravalle.Campolieto drew several pictures of the nude boy. He even coloured one of them that evening. "I can do the others later", he said. Tommaso looked at the watercolour painting. Campolieto had drawn a landscape around him, from memory, with a waterfall, trees, some clouds... It looked nice, except for his own figure. He almost went forth to ask "Gaetano, why am I so ugly?" But then, he decided to better keep his mouth shut..