Part 23

While I was smoking the cigarette Holger told me: "As you are fearing getting caugt by someone you know, we will leave town today and we possibly will return after 0:00 am. Right now I am willing to subtract 1260 minutes (21 hours) from the punishment-score. If you hesitate or deny any order, the complete amount of minutes will be added again, are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir".

Again I spoke without thinking, I was awake since 6:00 am of the day ago. Which would mean, that I would be awake for about 48 hours at the time we return, but I was not thinking about it.

"All right, that means we have 900 minutes worth of punishment left. I will tell you how this will play out when we arrive. Now lets go."

We got into the car and drove of. I was not blindfolded and so I could watch from the backseat where we were going. Holger drove on the highway headed to his hometown.

I began to get an idea of where we would end up. The porn-theater.

I was wrong. We ended up in front of a small house with a garage attached to it. Around the house was a big hedge, only with an opening to the driveway.

Holger drove on it and told me to open the garage.

I did and Holger parked his car inside. He stepped out of the car and told me to close the door. I did.

Afterwards we left the garage through one of two doors. The house was really nice. It was not big, but not that small, just an ordinary house, but it was nicely furnished. In the bottom floor there was a big living-/eating room, a kitchen, a small bath with only a toilet, sink and shower in it and a room for his washer, a tumble dryer and a foldable clotheshorse.

The living room had some big windows and a door which lead to a stone-terrace and a big garden, with mainly a large lawn and only a small patch with flowers in it.

"Have a look upstairs", Holger told me and I stepped up the stairs. In the second floor there was another, bigger bathroom with a bathtub, further there was a big bedroom with a cozy looking bed in it. The third room was unused, there were just some big closed boxes and on the wall there were some good filled bookshelves.

I went back downstairs and Holger asked me what I thought of his house.

I answered that I liked it.

"Well, I am glad to hear that.", he told me, "As I have a feeling, that we have kind of a controversial opinion on beeing obedient and fulfilling orders, I have decided, that we will be sometimes at my house on the weekends."

I was not able to gather the information embedded in this sentence and just said: "Yes, Sir."

"In the next week I will get the unused room in the second floor, clean and nice for you. This will be your room, while you are here."

"Yes, Sir", and I (maybe dumb, maybe naive, maybe just tired) said, "Thank you", too.

He smiled and asked me if I wanted to smoke another cigarette. I wanted.

Holger opened the door to his terrace and we stepped out.

I looked around and remarked that there was not a single neighbor able to look inside the garden. The hedge was a big factor for that, but even more the angle in which the house was build on that land and how the garden was attached to it (I hope it is understandable what I was trying to say).

We walked a bit around on the terrace and on the lawn and Holger showed me, that I would be safe anywhere on his property.

After I was finished smoking my second cigarette we returned inside. I was told to get the coat off, because I would not need it, because I am safe.

I was still wondering what the punishment was, because until then it all turned out extremely nice for me. To be honest I almost had forgot, that there were waiting 900 minutes worth of punishment for me.

But Holger got it in my mind again, as he opened the backpack and got out everything I had packed in it.

"For the main reason we are here", he began, "You have 900 minutes worth of punishment left", he took the whip, "each hit lowers your punishment by one minute", he took the clamps, "every thirty minutes you wear these, your punishment is lowered by one minute. Can you guess the rest?"

"Maybe one minute having the plug inside is one minute from my punishment, Sir?", I asked.

"That is to easy, you nasty slut! Every thirty minutes are one minute off your punishment."

"Thirty minutes having the dildo inside me is one minute, Sir."

"Not really, it is one minute for one minute, but only if you are fucking it hard and deep. And for every deepthroat which is held for more than five seconds, the punishment is also lowered by one minute."

"What about the ropes, Sir? One minute bound is one minute off my punishment, Sir?"

"No, the rope is just a tool, as well as the vibrator and the lube. This is nothing which might hurt you, these tools are rather for you to ponder yourself."

"Yes, Sir", I answered, not thinking about how much 900 minutes of punishment would be, if they would be only reduced to the causes Holger had explained to me.

"Ready to start?"

"Yes, Sir."

"All right, it is about 5:00 am right now. If you wear the plug and the clamps for the rest of the time, that would be 76 minutes off your punishment and I will be generous, because I will not count the minutes, the plug is out, because we use the dildo, vibrator or my cock."

At that time it came to my mind, that it would be impossible to get the 900 minutes down to zero.

Holger gave me the plug, the lube and the clamps and demanded, that I get it in respectively on.

I did and waited for further instructions, but he just looked at me.

"Maybe we should start with the whip, Sir?", I asked.

"Ah", he said, "Now it is important to start early?"

"There are 824 minutes left if I am right, Sir."

"That is indeed right, maybe you are right. How about 50 strokes per cheek?"

"Yes, Sir. That would at least be a start."

"Do you think you can get the minutes down to zero?"

"I don't know, Sir. I will try my best to get as much minutes off my account."

I was told to get on all fourth, lay my head on the floor, cross my arms behind my back and stick my ass in the air.

"If I start and you crawl away, we will start again!"

"Yes Sir"

The first strokes with the whip were easy, but after ten strokes per cheek Holger put more force in them and he increased the intensity and the speed of the strokes every ten strokes.

After I had 40 strokes per cheek in total. I felt the need to get away from that whip, but I pulled myself together and waited for the last ten strokes for each cheek.

Holger hit five times fast, but with almost no force. It was not nice, but it was not as painful, as it had could been.

"Are you ready for the last ten strokes?", Holger asked me.

"Yes Sir"

*Schmack* The first stroke hits me with full force. I squirmed and screamed a bit, both because I was feeling pain and was surprised because it was now hard strokes again. But I stayed in my place.

The next stroke was for the other cheek. Again I screamed and squirmed, this time only because it hurt.

The next two strokes were quite more painful and I started to wiggle with my ass after each stroke.

"Stay where you are", Holger said calmly, as if it was nothing, "I am not going to warn you again. If you crawl away once, we start again."

"Yes, Sir", I whined.

The next six strokes were the hell on earth for me. It was so hard and painful, that I thought I need to crawl away, only the thought of having to do it again kept me in my place.

"Well done", Holger smiled at me and told me to get up.

We went outside and had another cigarette.

"Your ass is hurting?", he asked me.

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, that was the beginning. 724 minutes are still there and need to be worked down."

After we had finished the cigarette, we went back inside.

"How about you put on a little show and suck das dildo for me? Remember, every deepthroat, which is held more than five seconds, gets you a minute off your punishment."

"Yes, Sir. I will do the best I can, to get these minutes to zero."

I started to suck the dildo and tried to deepthroat it some times, before I tried to hold it. It was kind of complicated, as it was the biggest dildo I own.

I managed it sixteen times, to get it down my throat and hold it there within half an hour. I continued for thirty minutes more and managed to hold it down for five seconds another fifteen times.

"Good job", Holger clapped his hands, "Rest: 693 minutes".

It was 6:45 am at that moment, I remember because:

Holger said: "I am little bit hungry, what about you?"

I remarked, that I was hungry, too.

"I have a small bakery around the corner. About five minutes to go on foot. How about you have a walk there and get us some breakfast? I would reduce your minutes by the amount of minutes you are out of the house. Maybe I reduce the punishment for some extra minutes, if you bring me the exact amount of the buns I prefer to eat. At least you don't need to fear getting caught or finding someone you might know."

I did not really like the idea of going outside dressed like this, but as there were 693 minutes left, my ass burned like hell, my throat was kind of sore and I certainly knew, that I would not endure fucking that big dildo for 13 hours and 13 minutes I agreed.

At least I was allowed to wear the coat.

Holger described me where I needed to go and gave me ten Euro and asked me if I wanted a tip, which buns he might like and how many. I definetely wanted, because I wanted to get my time reduced even more.

He told me, that i would have left 7,48 Euro if I bought the right ones.

I left the house with this almost useless information, because I was not planning to spent that much time in the bakery, that I really had the time to calculate every possible combination of buns.

I went down the street and followed the description of Holger to find the bakery. It really was a little shop and I almost passed it. On my way there were no people on the streets. A sunday morning is not really busy I guess. I was glad, that I was able to walk alone. After a few nervous steps it got better and kind of felt really good in a sense.

I entered the shop and luckily there was not a single customer, besides me and only two women behind the counter.

"Hello, what do you need?", one of the women asked me.

"Hi, I am not really sure right now and would like to have a little look around."

Even if my answer kind of bewildered her, she did not show it. She noded her head and I looked through the displayed buns and tried to calculate some options.

After about three or four minutes I gave up and simply bought four different buns for Holger and the buns which I wanted.

I paid like 5 Euro and some cents and went back to Holgers House. I got a little bit lost on my way back and took a wrong turn, respectively left the walkway one crossing road to early. But after a few steps I remarked my mistake and got back on the right way.

I arrived at Holgers house at 7:10 am and Holger substracted 18 minutes.

I thought to myself ironically 'Only 675 minutes left' and smiled a bit. Holger misinterpreted that smile and asked: "Was not that bad, right?"

As it really was not that bad and somehow was nice (I don't know why it was nice, but I liked the walking and even I liked it to be in that bakery and got handled like every other customer), I answered "Yes, Sir."

"Maybe we find another opportunity for you to reduce all the minutes during the day", he told me.

"That would be nice, Sir.", I answered and really felt like, it would be nice.

We had breakfast and after that we continued to bring the minutes down...