...“Show me what you can do.” He turned toward Helmer. “Helmer, you will control your orgasm. You will not release until you are given permission. Do you understand? Or it will be a very long time before you are given this opportunity again.”
“Yes, Master.” There was a measure of shaky excitement in Helmer’s tone.
“Gentlemen,” Master Phelix said, “gather around and let’s see exactly what Mister Parker can do.”
A faint smile trembled at the corners of Parker’s lips. Alonzo was now curious exactly what was Parker’s background? He, like David, never really spoke or reminisced about what his life was on the mainland. Curious. Though Krispin was reticent as well, often remaining in the background, following Parker and David in their lead like an eager lapdog, bits of his particular history in Wales came to light at odd moments. But Parker and David were ever on their guard, revealing nothing.
Parker applied the feather and Alonzo could see the shift Helmer gave when the light feather touched him. Probably because he had expected the hard smack of a cane. Parker stroked across his back, down his hips, back and forth across his flanks. Helmer soon began to groan with the contact. It was obvious he’d learned to respond as well to a light touch as to a hard one.
Parker flicked the tip of the feather along Helmer’s shoulder, beneath his armpits and down his side. He brought the pretty blue feather back up and then stroked it along Helmer’s jaw. Helmer turned his head in the direction of the feather, his lips parted. Parker painted a line across his opened lips.
After a time, Parker turned to Master and quirked an eyebrow. The silent question brought a nod from Master Phelix. Parker set the feather down and began to use his hands, smoothing them over Helmer in the same manner as he’d done with the feather.
Helmer undulated beneath the touch. Parker smiled. Then he smacked Helmer’s ass with an open palm. Light and quick at first, and then harder, faster, beating upon his flesh until his ass and thighs glowed red from the attention.
“Yes!” Helmer yelled. “More. Harder. I need it harder.”
His grip tightened on the roots even as he pushed back into the spanking. But Parker stopped. He picked up the feather and began once again to apply it to Helmer’s now warmed flesh.
“Ahh!” Helmer yelled as Parker applied the tip very lightly to Helmer’s warmed ass.
“Enough. Well done, Mister Parker. Alonzo, you take over,” Master Phelix said.
The command caught Alonzo by surprise. He’d never, ever given a spanking or beating to another. He’d never wielded a feather. They had always been applied to him, most often in a rather matter-of-fact and random manner. Just canes, and whips, and spankings. Never the feather...