Larry 9 - Larry's Spanked


by Cal <100622.2517@compuserve.com>

Sunday morning was "sleep in time" but when I made it to the kitchen, Aaron and Larry were sitting there, nursing cups of coffee, talking so intently they didn't notice when I entered. Breakfast was lively. Aaron was almost a member of the family, although sometimes I forced him still to wear only a T-shirt and thong to keep his tight ass on display. We took off for the community pool where the boys raced and I swam more leisurely, stopped for some espresso, then lounged around until it was time for Larry and I to leave for Kathy's place. Aaron would stay here and work on some of his stuff. He had no desire to go.

In the car, Larry again yakked on worrying when he'd be forced to get it in front of Aaron sometime. I let him talk, but almost stopped and gave him a good one at a rest stop to shut him up. I'd do it when I felt like it and not before! I never seen him so antsy.

Walking in the door at Kathy's, we had to step over a suitcase and boxes containing the rest of Aaron's stuff. Apparently her mind was made up about not taking him back!

She'd been drinking, drowning sorrows over the absence of anyone now. She still looked like a million, but emotionally she was a wreck. A chilled bottle of wine appeared and Larry and I tried out best to cheer her up, without much luck, I'm afraid. Kathy recited each problem she'd ever had with Aaron and the others before him and covered topics I'd have preferred Larry hadn't heard, but it was too late. She kept eyeing him, but I had expected that. He was attractive in a white-T, tight 501's, boots, and a black blazer. Every time he stood, her eyes followed his basket or tightly packaged ass. Still, she could only look!

She had arranged to have gourmet dinner catered in, classic Kathy. But after a few hours of good wine and conversation, I wasn't very hungry. She and Larry set the table and laid out the super spread while I read the paper. They seemed to enjoy each other and I was glad I'd brought him. At least she had now quit complaining about her bad luck and started laughing again with him. I just settled in with my glass of wine and enjoyed the evening.

Dinner was with candlelight giving an eerie color to the darkened room. A few more candles would have been helpful, at least in my mind. No, she wouldn't even discuss having Aaron returned, although she did enjoy hearing Larry describe how I'd spanked Aaron for what he'd done in walking out. Larry was providing a literal blow-by-blow description and both were raising their glasses in approval. It was probably a good idea to let her get it out of her system, listening to Larry. The mood became a party. Until, that is, something changed things.

"Hey," Kathy screamed jumping back from the table and staring down, "Look what you've done. My best linen table cloth!" She adopted a haughty, almost scolding tone.

I looked at the two of them even though I was a bit high with the wine to have followed it all. She was staring at Larry who had in his animated high school way made a gesture with his wine glass causing the wine to slosh out of the crystal goblet in his hand and all over her table cloth.

"Sorry," he said, immediately going after a towel dipped in cold water to dab it up.

Kathy just stood there. "You bastard!" She glared at him with those eyes that could be cold and vicious.

He'd cleared the table, and soaked the table cloth, but her linen cloth was ruined.

"How could you possibly do something so stupid?" She glared at him.

"Sorry!" he said nervously feeling the tension at the table. "It was a simple mistake."

"There is no such thing as a 'simple mistake'!" she glared back. "Cal, are you going to handle this. . . or may I?"

I knew what she meant: Larry deserved to be punished. I would have punished him if he had done it at home, and he knew it, but here was a different matter. It was her linen table cloth the boy had ruined and this was her home. Yes, I should punish him for his clumsiness, maybe spank him over my lap and let her watch his bare bottom getting it. She'd enjoy that, although Larry wouldn't. But I was real mellow from the wine and not particularly feeling like spanking him now. Maybe latter though. I had told myself many times I did not want her involved with him, yet, why not? He had brought it on himself. Why not let her handle him? It might be good for both of them!

"Be my guest!" I smiled and tipped my glass. "He's earned it."

Larry stood up, "Let's go home, Cal. Please! Can we leave and go back now?"

"SIT DOWN, LARRY, AND SHUT UP!" Kathy spoke so suddenly and sharply that he did.

"You've forgotten you're a guest here?"

"No, Maam, I haven't forgotten, but it was an accident." He seemed concerned, but he had not yet grasped the situation.

"You know, Larry, the problem with boys your age is you haven't learned to accept responsibility for your actions. You've ruined my table cloth, yet you think just to say you're sorry is enough. It isn't."

"I'll buy you another one."

"Oh, you will? You'll go to Ireland and bring me another tomorrow? No, Larry, it isn't that simple. I repeat: You're are responsible for your actions."

"OK, OK, Kathy. I'm responsible. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"It's not what you can do, Larry. It's what I'm going to do. You're a handsome boy, Larry. Very handsome, very charming, very interesting. But, I'm not one of those women who's going to pass it off just like that because of your masculine charm. No, Larry. If you had done this at Cal's house, I know what Cal would do. Do you?"

"Yea, probably." He blushed looking at me.

"And what would that be, Larry? Tell me? What would Cal do?"

He looked real nervous now, squirming on his chair, maybe starting to sweat a bit. He said nothing. His eyes jutted between us.

"Tell me, Larry!" She became sterner. I offered him no assistance.

His eyes darted around the room, seeking an out without finding one.

"Ah, he'd probably punish me."

"Probably?"

"OK. No, he'd punish me for sure."

"How, Larry? What would he'd do to you?"

"He'd spank me" he said with all the natural masculine arrogance he could muster, "But. . .."

"But what, Larry."

"But he's my father!"

"But Larry, Larry, Larry. This is my house. So, I'll spank you. Actually, I'd like to see your ass bare over my knees so I can spank it for you. Please bare it for me now."

"Cal, say something." He pleaded.

I remained silent.

"I've watched you sway your little butt around here in those tight jeans and I think I'll enjoy seeing that little butt of yours au natural. Yes, I want to see you with your pants and brief down and your ass bare over my knees so I can spank you good and hard so you learn about responsibility." She glared now.

"Please, I don't want that. I'll find you another table cloth like that one, I promise."

"Oh, so you don't want to take your jeans down, and oh, let's not forget the tight little briefs you're wearing. But, we both know they simply must come down. I'm sure you're wearing a pair of those _s_e_x_y small ones." She laughed at him, "but it's really not that you don't want me to punish you for ruining the cloth, it just that you don't want me to hold your little bare butt over my knees where I can see it real close. Or your _c_o_c_k_? You prefer to keep your masculine points, your finer points, private I suppose? But, Larry, have you thought I might want to hold your bare ass and I might actually want to spank it just for my own enjoyment?"

"NOOOOOOO!"

"And why's that?"

"Cause, you're not my father, Cal is, and well. . . well, cause you're a woman!"

"And you don't think a woman should make you take your cloths off just so she can enjoy the pleasure of seeing what you have and spank your bare ass even after what you've done?"

"No. It ain't right!"

"Your girl's never told you to take your clothes off? Come on, don't kid me."

"No, she hasn't, ever, but that would be different anyway, you're not my girlfriend."

"But, Larry, Dear Larry, don't you know I've stripped and spanked Aaron many times?"

"That's different too."

"When you come and visit here, don't you think I have the right to spank you when I feel you need it?"

"Well, yeah, I guess, maybe or yes, you would, er, maybe you do, but I don't live here and with Aaron, well, you two had something going on. That's why he let you do it to him."

"You think he 'let me do it to him'?"

"Well, yea, sure, didn't he?"

"I can assure you. Aaron did as I said whether he liked it or not. That included lowering his pants and stretching his bare ass over my knee whenever I told him to! He would never have dared not obeying or I would have whipped him until he learned. You are the same, young man. When you are in my house, you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand that once and for all, Larry?"

"But no woman should ever do that to a man. It's just not right!" He looked close to breaking out in tears, glancing frantically at me to help him.

I watched and listened.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Larry" She said slowly, deliberately. "Unfortunately, my dear boy, your pants are going to come down. And now, because you continue to argue with me, you're going to take your pants coming completely off, then your shirt, shoes, socks, too. Then after you've stripped, you're going to bring that gorgeous body you're so stuck on over to me and lay over my knees so I can enjoy pulling down your little briefs myself. I want the pleasure of having your little fanny without the inconvenience of any clothing while it's all bare and open like and you're moving it nice like for my pleasure. Of course you'll want me to enjoy examining it carefully and intimately, I'm sure -- yes, Larry, I said examine it and you -- before I spank you as I wish. You ARE going to learn to be more careful!"

"And, you can look forward to the fact that I'm going to whip your ass as hard as Cal ever could, even if I am a woman! It's just, well, how shall I put it to you, Larry? A woman my age always looks forward to the unfortunately rare opportunity to examine the more intimate aspects of a young's stud's assets whenever she can. You, Larry, certainly are a young stud and I'm sure the more intimate aspects of your examination will prove your assets are, how shall I put it to you, quite exception and worthy of examination before I spank you. That bulge in your jeans, how to say it, will I'm sure be worth a careful examination in my hands once we have removed these cloths that prevent my seeing it properly. Maybe you'll enjoy some attention before I spank you. Probably after to, when your ass's all red and hot, now that I think of it. Aaron appreciated attention after I had spanked him the most, while his ass was real hot and his tears were still flowing. Maybe you will to? We'll just have to wait and see. So, now, my boy, what are you waiting for? Don't you understand it's time to take your clothes off and stop delaying the inevitable?"

Larry was shocked. "NOoooo!" I was sure he would begin crying while she spoke to him.

"Larry, Larry, Larry. The world has changed. We are liberated now. A women appreciates the beauty of a young man's body when it's naked, especially a nice, young, tight butt squirming to avoid his spanking. Boys you age need that frequently, you know. I have been patiently waiting to see you, Larry, without those silly cloths on. You've earned punishment for ruining my table cloth and I've decided you need a spanking and exactly what I will give you on your bare ass. . ."

"No, please. Spank me, OK, but I want to keep my cloths on pleaseeeeeese. . ."

"And deprive me of seeing you buck naked, Larry?" she laughed tossing her head back, "Absolutely not. I will treat you as men treat women. You will be my Boy Toy and strip down and present your naked body for my examination and pleasure. Maybe I'll decide to take a few photos of those more intimate aspects of your body to pin up near my bed for my pleasure. A nice shot of your ass after I've made it all red might make an interesting souvenir, don't you think? No, Larry, your examination will definitely be with all your cloths off, so I can see your little bare ass bare, your _c_o_c_k_, too of course. Now, take off your cloths, my boy, and get your ass over here right away."

"NOOOOOO! Cal, do I have to take off my cloths? She's a woman. If you're going to let her spank me, OK, but please tell her to let me keep my cloths on! Please, Cal! Please, I've never asked for anything before, but please, Cal . . . say something, pleeeeeese!"

"Larry," finally I spoke matter of factly. "Maybe you missed something here. You should have heard me tell Kathy to handle it. We're her guests, it's her house, and the table cloth you ruined belongs to her, not to be. It seems appropriate that she punish as she wishes, as would I were this my house. Kathy clearly told you to take off your cloths, so I fail to understand why you aren't naked right now? If you want to continue arguing with her, then maybe you and I should take walk out to the garage where you can take off your cloths for me so I can use my belt on you and then you can walk back in here naked so she can punished you? Why haven't you taken those cloths off already, Larry?"

"I'm sorry, Cal." He was listening intently. "But, you don't need to take me to the garage, though. It's just she's a woman." He pleaded, there was no doubt in my mind he would obey now.

I continued, staring him down. "You've never experienced an older woman's control, I'm afraid. Time you do. Now, don't risk annoying me further, Larry. It's time to take your cloth off -- all of them off! She's going to punish you whether you like it or not. So, do it? I'm sure you've been stripped down for pleasure by some of the girls you date, so what's the big deal? You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You've got body to be proud of. I'm not going to save you when you've earned a punishment. Now, when she says something, you do it! Or let's you and I excuse ourselves and take that little walk. You want that?"

He looked at me, his mouth hanging open. "Oh, no, pleaseeee no. If you say so, I'll do what she says."

Larry looked pleadingly with his big blue eyes, but I would say no more, nor change my mind. He seemed to whimper, his head in his hands. He was attractive, this handsome teenage boy, especially when panicked facing punishment he didn't like from someone he didn't want it from. A tears ran down his face as he grabbed for his handkerchief and wiped it. Larry knew he must now take his cloths in front of Kathy so she could give him an examination. And no matter what else she did, he was going across her lap, his ass bare, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls -- EVERYTHING exposed there in the bright light of her dining room so she could look at him, touch him anyway she wished, and then he knew she would spank his bare ass as much as she wanted to. He hated that thought, but even more he hated the fact that he knew when she was spanking him, he'd lose control, he always did, when the pain was so much he could no longer stand it and then his ass would be all over her lap, frantically squirming and trying to avoid her hand, leaving her to see him at his worst. The fear in his eyes gave him away. He could do nothing but accept it as she turned him into a crying, small, bad, little boy. He had to obey, Cal had said so, no matter what. Caught between my order and her demand, he had no choice at all.

Larry looked at up Kathy. "I'm so sorry. I've always liked and respected you. And I promise I'll always do what you tell me for sure; but just please reconsider, please don't make me take off my cloths. Pleaseeeeeeee!"

"Stand up and unbuckle your belt, Larry!" Her words were very cold, cruel, and very firm.

Larry seemed crushed, but he did slowly lift up off his chair to stand straight and tall in front of her. Then, his hands reached down and unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of his jeans. It was a thin, black leather one. He doubled it over in his right hand and offered it to her, inviting her to use it on him, if she wished to. Kathy smiled broadly, took it from his hand and cracked it against her boots, causing him to jump some. He knew she would use his own belt on his ass real soon and he would have to welcome it, no matter hard it slashed him. She was going to whip him tonight. He had no choice, no escape, he had to obey. He was going to be punished not just for the table cloth but for his delays and arguing. Deep inside him, he was becoming aware of a secret yearning: he knew he deserved to have his ass whipped, in spite of his age, for his carelessness earlier. Yet there was an awareness inside him that besides deserving it, he was beginning to realize that he really wanted her, this woman, to order him to strip and then for her to whip it and to whip it hard. He was asking her in handing her his belt doubled over like it was, ready to whip him. He wanted her to force him to bare his naked body up and ready for her ministrations. He wanted her to force him to submit to her examination, to force him to exhibit his _c_o_c_k_ and balls to play with as she choose. She had called him a "boy toy." The excitement of knowing she was starting stripping off all his cloths to use him as such was something that was just beginning to come into his mind. It now almost seemed slightly exciting.

As he had handed her his belt, doubled over like that he had begun to realize he wanted to be stripped and whipped for her pleasure. He now knew he wanted, needed a whipping from her and right now! And he was going to get it, he was absolutely sure now.

Larry's transformation was just beginning to take place in his mind, although I only saw glimpses of it. A transformation that would ultimately bring both of us together and open a more pleasurable world for he and I, as well as for Aaron, but that part of this story must wait. At the moment, I could only see the classic conflict in seeking it, yet trying to avoid it in his eyes, his whole manner. I was enjoying watching this teenage boy, who's tight bare ass I had enjoyed paddled enough to bring him to tears, whenever I wanted to, seem to begin to realize, there was something else.

Kathy had stood and waited patiently, his belt still doubled in her hand. She could see the expression of his emotions and knew that something important was going on. Her patience paid off when he looked up from his thought, and she then spoke to take charge of him again.

"Your shoes and socks, Larry!" Still firm, pointing with her fingers toward his feet.

Right away, he hobbled on one foot then the other, black boots came off, then socks.

"Take off your jacket!" Off it came. He hung it on his chair, as he looked shyly.

"Good" she smiled, "Now remove your shirt so I can begin to get a good look at you!" He unbuttoned it from the top button down, slowly letting it part to expose his hairless but well developed chest. The sleeve buttons, one at a time. He looked at her, his blue eyes almost sparkling. Then he shrugged his shoulders, causing it to fall in a clump on the floor. Only his jeans, tight on his hips, remained. Those jeans were seductive, a small wisp of hair appearing from them and making it's way up to his belly button. I hadn't know how exceptionally defined his abdominals had become, but he looked good. Real good! Maybe I should encourage him to go on some modeling interviews with Aaron? Larry radiated youthful teenage _s_e_x_uality standing there like that shirtless, in his bare feet, his _c_o_c_k_ outlined nicely along the right leg under his jeans.

"Good Boy, Larry!" She walked to him running her hands over his naked chest and down to where his jeans were held tight by a top buckle while she studied him. She whirled him around and grasping the back of his jeans, tugged them up even higher over his ass causing his to jump a bit making them even tighter on his buns. Those jeans hugged him like a second skin, both buns separated and outlined nicely, firmly, enticingly. She was patting them, running her hand under his ass and between his legs, forcing them apart, as she spoke, "I've hoped for a chance to see this tight little ass for too long now. That'a boy, move it a bit, real _s_e_x_y like for me, offer it to me." He did. Her left hand was playing with his basket. "Bet you're quite a stud in bed, now aren't you, Larry? Too bad you can't stay here a few days with me. I'd teach you how to use this meat to really please me. Actually, I wanted to spank this tight little ass the first time I laid eyes on you, but Cal wouldn't let me, the Bastard! I will now. Nice and slowly like. And you're going to feel what it's like to get your little ass paddled by a woman. I'm gonna break you down, Larry. Who knows? Maybe Cal'll let you stay with me awhile sometime?"

Her hands were opening the buttons on his fly. His eyes were tightly closed, his face held high, his waist and basket pushed slightly forward, as if he were proudly offering it to her, if she was strong enough to strip him and take him. One by one the buttons burst open, the tight jeans parted and the white cotton briefs underneath came into view. She tugged, they were tight, but she pulled them down off his ass, over his basket, she reached down tugging them off his very well muscular thighs, until she pulled them to the floor.

"Step out of them, Larry."

He did and stood proudly erect. Beautiful. His skimpy white cotton briefs hugged his buns and _c_o_c_k_ loosely as if they might fall at any moment - all the more beautiful as he had them covering him but the covering left nothing to the imagination. ! She was right. Her hands explored that ass, while she looked intently at his _c_o_c_k_ that seemed to be extending some. I'd trained Larry well. He stood tall, letting his full masculinity and _s_e_x_uality exude from his erect frame. He knew what was next, and although he was dreading it, he was prepared to obey.

"Bring that table chair out into the center of the floor." She told him.

He did, his movement only making the beauty of his near naked body more beautiful, more sensual, more appealing. As he walked his briefs climbed higher up his ass, exposing more of the lower part of his ass cheeks to public view. The way he walked, I knew if she soon didn't paddle him, I would. . . and I certainly would take them down as soon as I got him back to the privacy of our place!

She sat down on the straight backed chair, and motioned him to her. Reaching up, she pulled the front of his briefs down, and took his rising _c_o_c_k_ and teenage balls in both her hands, inspecting, petting, admiring it. Then when his _c_o_c_k_ grew to it's full prideful self in her hands, she squeezed his balls causing him to grunt and tugged him over her lap, his _c_o_c_k_ still in her hand. As he let himself over her lap, his briefs moved seductively, hiding that ass while still showing it fully. As he adjusted his weight over her lap, her left hand continued grasping his balls and _c_o_c_k_ while her right finger nails began teasingly creeping under his briefs, feeling the most intimate parts of his bottom, teasing him, exerting just enough pressure to keep him very erect and very alive in spite of his active resistance to her problem and his clenching his buns tightly. It did him no good, as moments later she pulled the thin white cotton down slowly, exposing those tightly clenched, very white buns. His face and eyes were contorted as if he were trying to brace himself. Then she began inspecting his young ass and body, slowly, carefully, intimately. Her red fingernails tracing slowly, seductively forcing between his buns, around his ass, over his balls, especially in those areas where she had ringed Aaron. I knew what she was thinking. It was beautiful to watch her handle his beautiful youthful body so professionally and intimately! I didn't regret my decision to let her have him tonight as I WATCHED! I knew I'd take him myself, in my own way, as soon as we returned home.

Larry's ass and body was responding to her manipulations, no matter how much he tried not to. His face had remained beet red throughout all of this. His _c_o_c_k_ was erect against his will. He was her "Boy Toy." As her finger pushed its way into his, in spite of his rigid attempts to prevent it, his _c_o_c_k_ became even harder extending down over her legs. His youthful ass was hairless and just at that natural stage of perfect development. As he moved his thighs and legs naturally in response to her fingering and playing with him, the ridges of his muscled in his ass cheeks, two prominent indentations, and the muscles of his very well developed legs made her examination of his ass even more enjoyable to observe. She knew well how to progress along that thin line of playing with him _s_e_x_ually and setting up the anticipation of the spanking that could start any moment.

He began to moan.

Then she took her small leather paddle, the one I had watched her use on Aaron the other time and brought it down forcefully against his white ass. Larry's body jerked in surprised pain. Immediately she cracked it again, and he let out a small yelp. That was all she need as she began to slap his ivory white ass slowly. Each crack left it's mark, followed by increased redness. He jerked. I looked and thought he had started to sob, as much out of embarrassment as out of pain. He had been embarrassed when his stepmother tried to take him, now another woman was taking him against his will. She was punishing him and I think he knew she was going to do a good and thorough job of paddling his bare ass. There was nothing he could do about it. This older woman was playing with him, fingering him, stroking his _c_o_c_k_, and now paddling his bare ass hard enough to force him to scream and cry in real pain! And she alone would decide when his crying and ass bouncing over her lap attempting to escape the pain was adequate punishment for his simple and stupid mistake.

Slap after slap from that leather curving to cover his ass continued. He began to cry.

She paddled him hard with that paddle while he lay squirming over her lap.

She dropped the paddle and began to use her hand, forcing his ass up higher, she slapped him hard on the undersides of his ass, between his legs, almost hitting his balls with her hand. Again and again she slapped him there as he wailed and begged her to stop spanking him.

She made him crawl to him. She forced him to lay on his back over a stood with his _c_o_c_k_ straight up as she manipulated him, almost forcing him to come.

She went over his body, after she threw it on the bed, with her hands, like a fine tooth comb. Studying it playing it commenting on it's finer points. She made him stand before her and looked him over carefully, feeling him as she wished.

Then she got an especially vicious look in her eyes as she pushed him down over the bed, his knees on the floor, his ass belt up and over in classic submission, took up his own belt, doubled it over in her right hand and whipped his ass with it. He took at hard one.

Still not satisfied, she sat down beside him on the bed, her hands feeling his ass which was very bruised and red now, but regardless, she pulled him over her lap as if he were a small boy and spanked him with her hand again while his legs flailed around, tears flowing from his face. This was the way I liked to see it done. Control of him was better, it was easy to insure his whole ass was thoroughly spanked, and right where it would do him the most good!

When she was done, he was still wailing but she walked away. Then something unusual happened, unexpectedly he got up and ran over to where I was sitting on the cough and threw his bruised body over me, hugging me, crying on my shoulder. My hands went around him, naturally holding him tightly and wandering down to feel the extreme heat radiating from his ass! He felt great, but there was also no question whatsoever, who was in charge of him.

Larry was my boy. No question about it! I was proud of the way he took her punishment and very proud of how hot his bare bottom and his whole body was as he sobbed in my arms.

"Please, Dad." First time he ever called me that! "Let's go home. Can we please go home now?"

I patted his red ass, rustled his hair, clasped him hard. "OK, son. It's OK. It's good to have a nice long cry and let it all out. It's been too long for you. That's my fault. But tonight you got what you've been needing for a long time now!" I held him, he was extremely erect, extremely hot, and extremely overwhelmed in his tears. When his tears lessened, I started to get up. "Come on. Let's get some cloths on and take you home. I know it feels good to cry, but let's get back on the road."

He hugged me tightly. I watched, as did Kathy, as he dressed, carefully covering his bruised ass.

"Thanks! Kathy!" he shook her hands as we left. "I'm sure I'll see you again and soon."

We drove off in silence. I could tell Larry was more upset by the way she had talked to him and handled him than any pain. When we arrived home Aaron was asleep on the front couch. I marched Larry up the stairs.

"OK, son, take off these cloths and come here." He did, putting his arms around my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I spilled that wine." He said.

"Don't worry about it." I replied. "You did it. You paid your price. It's over."

"I hope I didn't embarrass you by arguing with her." He looked up concerned.

"No, not at all. Actually, I was proud of you. That's the first time a woman has ever disciplined you."

"It won't make you think less of me?"

"Hell, no! You and I are a family now. Nothing's ever going to interfere with that."

"Thank you, Sir!" he replied quietly. "Ah, actually, I found parts of it hot. I mean the way she did it and talked to me and all."

"Oh you did, did you?"

"Yea, I guess I can admit that to you, but. . but I learned something else tonight."

"And what's that?"

"I prefer being spanked by you."

"Good thing," I said. "Cause you got a good one coming from me for arguing with her."

Larry smiled, "Ah, I kind'a knew you'd think that way, but ah, I'm ready for you to paddle me anytime you." He looked down, seemed to be thinking and choosing his words carefully. "Ah, you want me to get your paddle now and, ah, or bend over right here?"

"Well, it's a bit late tonight, so let's save the paddle for maybe tomorrow night. For now, just get your bare bottom up over my lap on the bed here. A nice spanking's OK for now to help you relax and sleep better."

As I sat on the side of the bed, he crawled over my lap. His ass was already bruised, still rosy, but I wanted to spank him to remind him to whom he belonged. He took it willingly, quickly sobbing in a pillow quietly.

I let him sleep with me. As he was sobbing freely, I hugged him tightly and let him fall asleep in my arms like that, crying his eyes out. He felt good, his bare bottom very hot, his body emotionally drained from tonight. (To be continued. . .)


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