9. Tommy

Tommy could feel himself starting to sweat as the reality of the situation dawned upon him. He was still twenty minutes away from the academy and he was due to arrive in five…

‘I can't be late, I can't be late, I can't be late,' Tommy said, glancing over the passenger seat and checking that Noodles was safely tucked in. ‘Maybe Paolo will be late too so won't he ever find out? Argh. Who am I kidding?'

Tommy knew that the chances of Paolo being late were slim to none.

The likelihood was that Paolo was already at the academy, wondering why Tommy hadn't arrived earlier too. As the sinking feeling of being late began to truly hit home, Tommy began to wonder whether Paolo would want to punish him immediately, or keep him in suspense and wait until after they were done…

‘Noodles, I've screwed up,' Tommy said, shaking his head. ‘But we did have fun this morning, right?'

Tommy allowed himself to smile as he cast his mind back to what had made him late in the first place. Having woken up way too early and felt nervous ahead of the day's training with Paolo, Tommy decided to help himself relax by putting on one of his lingerie catwalk shows for Noodles and his other stuffies.

But as Tommy giggled in delight at how fun it was to strut his stuff earlier, he suddenly remembered something... in his rush to get ready he'd forgotten to take off the last pair of panties.

Tommy felt his heart almost jump out of his mouth as he realized what this meant. If Paolo did decide to apply some of his strictest discipline on him, then he would see precisely what Tommy was wearing underneath his training leggings.

The most feminine, silkiest pair I own.

My pink thong with the side bow ties.

OMG, it's too much to even…

Tommy felt himself blush profusely at the thought of how Paolo might react. If Paolo had begun to have more respect for Tommy, then that was surely about to all go out of the window. Tommy even considered calling in sick and taking the consequences of that later down the line over facing up to what was probably headed his way that morning.

Realistically though, calling in sick wasn't a viable option. The second Tommy did that, one of the Ice Bears doctors would come over to check on him and it would be obvious that he was lying.

No, Tommy knew that what he needed to do was turn up, train hard, and hope beyond hope that Paolo would spare him a spanking for being late.

It was a longshot, but Tommy knew that it was the only option on the table.

With that, Tommy put his foot to the floor and threw everything into getting his butt to the academy in record breaking time…

After a whirlwind final leg of the journey, Tommy made an immediate beeline toward the locker room. He figured that if he could get in there and whip his pink thong off quick enough, then at least Paolo wouldn't find out about his lingerie kink at least.

And with no sign of Paolo on arrival, Tommy was starting to think that his plan might just pay off. As he scurried through the academy's sleek, deceptively lowkey lobby, he increased the speed of his steps as he drew closer to the locker room.

With each passing step, Tommy felt like he was getting closer to pulling off a great escape.

Nearly there.

Ten more seconds.

Please, please, please don't let Paolo see me…

‘Yes!' Tommy said, pumping his fist in the air in triumph as he burst into the locker room undetected and whipped off his t-shirt in triple-quick time ready to change. ‘I did it. I did it. I did it!'

But before Tommy could even put his training bag on the floor, he realized that his celebrations had been far, far too premature.

‘You did what?' Paolo questioned, emerging ominously out from the shower area. ‘Celebrating turning up a mere fifteen minutes late? That's interesting. The start time is when we begin work. You should be here half an hour before that. As we discussed. This is the Ice Bears, not the local park team.'

Tommy was flustered and totally lost for words.

Not only did Tommy not know what to say, but he couldn't even get out a single word. This wasn't good. Paolo was the kind of man who expected his pupils to answer him at the very least – and right now Tommy didn't even feel capable of that.

‘I forgot my lunchbox,' Tommy finally blurted out, not even remotely convincingly. ‘I had to turn around and go back home to get it. My juice. I need my juice.'

‘Boy!' Paolo bellowed. ‘Do not treat me like a fool.'

Tommy could see that Paolo was serious. This wasn't a test or some kind of academy interrogation training programme. This was real.

‘I needed to… I thought I… I messed up,' Tommy stammered, totally unable to put a sentence together and simply digging himself further into his own hole. ‘There were too many traffic stops.'

‘Enough,' Paolo growled, a look of wolf-like hunger in his dark eyes. ‘You know what's coming your way. And we're not going to spend another second delaying the inevitable.'

Paolo began to step toward Tommy, slowly and deliberately.

Wearing an all-black combination of a tight, form-fitting t-shirt and tight black trousers, Polo looked every inch the hitman stalking his prey.

‘C-c-c-can we do this… later?' Tommy pleaded, rapidly realizing that he was running out of time.

‘Either pull your leggings down yourself or I'll rip them right off you, boy,' Paolo growled, towering over Tommy with a look of total focus in his eyes. ‘Take them down slowly, all the way to your ankles. And when you're done, I want you to put your hands on your head and await further instruction.'

Tommy knew that he had no other choice but to obey Paolo.

And the truth of the matter was that Tommy wanted to obey Paolo. He knew that it would feel excruciatingly embarrassing to be on full display in his panties in front of Paolo, but Tommy also felt his submissive voice coming to the fore.

Perhaps the reality was that Tommy actually wanted this way more than he didn't?

Tommy slowly pulled his leggings down and felt his cheeks set on fire as his underwear was put on full display for Paolo. As Tommy took his leggings all the way down to his ankles, he duly put his hands on his head and held them there.

Paolo didn't speak, not at first.

Instead, he circled Tommy slowly and deliberately, taking his time to stop and drink in each and every angle.

And much to Tommy's horror, he felt his cock begin to harden. And it wasn't the kind of lazy, half-hearted arousal either. Before he knew it, Tommy felt his dick thumping up against the flimsy material at the front of his perfectly pink thong.

‘I… I…' Tommy said, sweating as his manhood pushed upward and outward, stretching the panties to their limit.

‘No words, boy,' Paolo growled. ‘We know what needs to be done.'

With that, Paolo took Tommy by his hand and marched him over toward the solid metal bench at the center of the locker room.

‘This is going to teach you a lesson, make no mistake,' Paolo said, his voice calm and controlled with a wicked hint of menace to it.

Tommy didn't resist for even the briefest of moments as Paolo bent him over his lap and fixed him into position.

‘We'll keep your little panties on,' Paolo said. ‘Seeing as this tiny little thong isn't providing any protection…'

But just before Tommy felt the first spank land on his exposed butt cheeks, he recognized the unmistakable feeling of Paolo's rock-hard cock pushing up against his own.

Tommy felt dizzy with excitement at the possibility that the sight of him in his thong was driving Paolo wild, but before he could get comfortable with the thought, the first spank landed on his left cheek. And the first spank soon became the second.

‘Owwwwww!' Tommy hollered, kicking his legs out.

‘Settle down,' Paolo said, rebuking Tommy. ‘If I was you, I'd save the squeals for later.'

‘Yes, Da…' Tommy said, silencing himself before he uttered the D-word in full.

However if Tommy had managed to control himself in that instance, he was unable to do the same when he felt Paolo's throbbing manhood press up against him again.

‘Mmmmph,' Tommy moaned, grinding his crotch into Paolo's during a brief break between spanks. ‘That feels good, Daddy.'

For a split second, Tommy felt Paolo's hips raise up as if to return the compliment. But before he could tell whether that was his imagination working overtime or not, the spanking resumed – and this time the intensity and sharpness of each spank was turned up several notches.

‘Yooooooooooweeeee!' Tommy squealed, his cries of pain this time totally justified as his cheeks reddened and throbbed. ‘Please! Please! I've learned my lesson, Daddy.'

‘Close, but not quite,' Paolo replied, reaffirming his grip on Tommy as if he was locking him in for one final flurry.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

‘Now we're done,' Paolo said, his voice suddenly full of kindness and care. ‘You were very brave, Tommy. But now I think it's time to get this perfect little bottom all cooled down. What do you say?'

‘Yes, please, Paolo,' Tommy replied, full of adrenalin but ready to feel the calming sensation that came post-punishment.

Paolo didn't waste any time in reaching underneath the metal bench and picking up a tub of cooling gel. Of course, Paolo had planned all of this. Knowing that Tommy was running late, Paolo had clearly foreseen that he would make a run for the locker room and had been waiting the whole time.

Tommy even smiled as he realized just how ahead of the game Paolo was.

Maybe this was why he had made it to forty-three as a sniper? And it was clearly part of the reason that Danilo Doni trusted him to be the academy's first hitman instructor.

‘How does that feel?' Paolo asked, working a thick blob of bright green cooling gel over the full width of Tommy's pert butt. ‘Just remember that you did well. And remember that one setback doesn't mean everything else gets discounted. You're on the right track, I know you are.'

‘Thank you,' Tommy said, his voice quiet and calm. ‘And it feels good. Kinda like it felt when you saw me in my little thong.'

‘Back at you,' Paolo replied, the flirtatious tone of his voice taking Tommy aback, but very much in a good way. ‘Now be quiet and let your instructor bring this booty down a few degrees. Right now, I'm guessing it's hotter than the sun.'

‘That's such a Daddy joke,' Tommy said. ‘And… I'd like to hear a lot more of them.'

‘I can't make you any promises boy,' Paolo replied. ‘But… I'll see what I can do.'

Tommy let out a little giggle and then gasped as Paolo's wet, cool fingers traced down the crack of his cheeks.

The punishment had certainly been painful but right now Tommy wouldn't have swapped positions with anyone else in the whole wide world.