Femdom. BDSM. Spanking. Summer rods for Marek - стр. 7

And pan downed his glass.

 "Tell me," said the aunt, "do you think it is possible to teach a young man the sciences without being whipped?"

 "I believe that nothing can be taught without rods," replied Pan Kazimir gravely, looking at Marek from under his bushy brows. "Yes, sir, it is absolutely necessary … and you yourself, young man, what do you think?"

Marek didn't know what to say.

After dinner, the aunt led Pan Kazimir and Marek to the back of a large country house.

 "There was a sort of schoolroom here when I was a child," said the aunt, "and I didn't go to high school. My parents hired tutors for me. This room hasn't been used for many years. I told the maids to clean it up."

Pani Felicia pushed the door to a spacious room with a large window overgrown with green ivy on the street side. There were a desk and a chair for a teacher, and there was a blackboard near the window. Marek felt awkward when he saw the whipping box in the corner of the room. Pan Kazimir also saw the box and smiled at Pani Felicia.

 "Absolutely necessary thing for studying physics," the teacher joked.

 "I ordered them to cut up some fresh rods."

Pan Kazimir looked around and noticed a bucket with birch rods standing near the door.

 "Great!" said Pan Kazimir, smiling through his moustache. "Well, I guess we can start the lesson."

 Marek did not succeed with physics that time. Pan Kazimir's words came in one ear and out the other so he understood nothing at all. In front of his eyes there was Katarzhina's smiling face and her laughter kept ringing in his ears. In the end pan Kazimir lost his temper.

"You, young man, do not want to learn at all," he said to Marek, "You are in the clouds! Exactly for dreamers like you were invented rods! Take off your clothes right now and lie down on the box!"

Marek obediently removed his shirt and trousers, pulled down his underpants to his knees, and lay down. The whipping box was made so that the young man's buttocks were higher than his head. When Marek was lying on the box, his ass was unprotected. The young man's buttocks were slightly spread and exposed for blows of the rod. And this only thing made Marek frightened to death.

Pan Kazimir deftly fastened Marek to the box. Two belts under the knees, one belt at the waist and two more belts for the hands. The sun shone through the ivy-covered window of the schoolroom. The teacher took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He pulled a long rod from the bucket, passed it through his fist and whipped the air.

 "Good rods," said Pan Kazimir, "let's try to remember Newton's second law."

 He went to the box, stood behind it and whipped Marek on the buttocks with the rod. Then he whipped the second time and the third. Each time Pan Kazimir struck harder. The pain from the rods was so bright and sharp that the young man could not bear the whipping at all. He began to shout in a voice from the first blows.

 "Don't get your head in the clouds in class! Listen to the teacher!"

And painfully whipped the rod on Marek's thin boyish ass. Soon Pani Felicia came running to answer Marek's screaming. The aunt stopped in the doorway and clasping her hands to her chest watched in dismay Pan Kazimir whipping the young man on the buttocks with salt rods. Marek was twisting his body on the box and screeching.