Larry had realized he'd made a mistake this time, a mistake he knew he'd pay for.
Immediately the young handsome but always very proud man had pushed both his shorts and jock down and hobbled over to the chair. He looked good, nice hot firm body. He was sweating by the time he got near the couch back. Some whimpers were also begging, but I decided to ignore them for now. Instead I pushed him over the chair back beside Aaron. His bare bottom is smaller, tight like marble, marred a bit under his buns by signs from his last spanking, his balls hung lower, but his _c_o_c_k_ is shorter than Aaron's. Harry was in heaven, but very timid about touching what was displayed before him.
I, on the other hand, didn't suffer all that much from Harry's reservations and quickly slapped Larry's bare ass and hard, leaving a strong white, then red, palm print to remind my boy I was still there.
Throughout all of this, Tom had quietly backed toward the corner, almost hovering there, his hands covering his own young _c_o_c_k_ almost as if for protection. He was afraid. I could see it in his eyes.
But he wasn't unnoticed, not hot, nice and naked as I'd left him.
"Might as well get you over here too, Tom." I said to this newest boy, who glared back at me.
As if walking on egg shells though, he came over. The Chair's back simply wasn't big enough so I motioned them all to the couch. You better believe they obeyed without a hint of disagreement. Tom, too, took his place with his own nice, young bare bottom over that couch's back, up nice where I could now spank it hard. I couldn't select which one I liked best. All were hot but only Tom's bare bottom was still pure white and unblemished!
Harry stared, almost as if he were in a trance of some kind. I left him that way while I went and got my small paddle.
"We need some color down here," I said as I began feeling Larry's nice ass. "Don't we, boy?"
My hand was parting his buns, forcing his bare bottom to become even more vulnerable to my paddle. The paddle hung from my hand at my side. Larry began to tremble as he hung there bent over. He knew I intended to paddle him. After all I'd done it many, many times before.
"Sir, I'm real sorry, really. . .."
Slap.
"Ahoooouuu!" My boy broke his sentence as the pain from my paddle sank in far down on the bottom of his buns where his thighs begin, right where it would do him the most good!
I struck Larry ass hard, leaving a red mark where the paddle had landed. He jerked, his whole body propelling forward and shaking the couch and then he sniffled. The other boys held themselves like Greek marble statues over the couch beside him. The room was dreadfully silent.
Then I began to paddle little Larry's bare bottom nice and hard, until it was very red and he was fighting wildly, pounding his fists against the couch pillows and swarming with tears. Ten minutes passed easily as I paddled him. With my boys, I don't believe in warms ups or games. When I paddle a boy, I paddle him for real. He'll never forget it. Tonight was to be no exception.
After awhile, though I began to tire. I jerked him up, his tear streaked face looking into mine as he cried and shrieked out promises and pleas I was paying no attention too. Why should I? I'd heard them all before. He tried to encompass his gasping body against mine in my arms. He so much wanted my comfort, forgiveness, and private time even if others were in the room.
I wasn't through with him yet. Thought he tried to hold my shoulders, I instead sat down in that chair we'd vacated minutes earlier and took him over my lap, his red ass up as I grabbed him tightly around his waist. His hands latched on to my calf as he buried his head against it, his tears running down my leg as he sobbed quietly now. It wasn't over!
Then I paddled my boy's bare bottom for him, hard, just as any father would paddle his own teenage boy on his Friday or Saturday night. It was a time honored tradition between my boy and me. Larry had been in this position before, though admittedly it had been a long while since I had needed to paddle him like this.
Sure Larry sobbed as I paddled his bottom thoroughly, making sure he never adjusted to my pace or where my paddle would strike him next.
"You knew you had this coming after the other night, didn't you, boy?"
Through his now constant tears and struggles, he barked it out loudly, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Pleeeeeeeeese. Auoooooo. Enough. . . . . .!"
He wiggled and squirmed, trying to avoid the pain as I paddled him, bare ass up and naked over my lap for all to see as Harry sat there transfixed and his friend, Tom, still hanging over the couch but facing his way, watched him get his bare fanny paddled. I had meant to discipline him and punish him sternly. And I was.
Any remaining modesty or embarrassment in front of Tom and Harry was gone as he collapsed naked over my lap, his tears flowing freely. It always happens that way when I man takes his boy across his lap for some solid education. He knew he deserved it, had earned it, even needed it, but still, it hurt. It really hurt this time! It had been some time since I'd given him such a solid lesson, but as he hung there in tears over my lap and as I looked at his now very, very red ass, I knew I needed to paddle him like this more frequently. It was good for Larry. I'd neglected this boy who'd meant so much to me.
When I was finally finished, I stood him up tall, still naked, and allowed him this time to let it all out on my shoulder as my hands and arms held him firmly. My boy and I talked it all out. His body sweat with relief I had stopped. His buns were fire hot as my palms cupped them as I held him.
Then I sent him to stand in the corner, a very red ass on a very tearful and sorry boy. He looked at no one other than me through those huge water-filled eyes, his smile just beginning to emerge. The bond between us would never be broken.
Then I turned my attention back to the others and took Aaron over my knee and paddled his ass, equally hard. Though Aaron is not as emotional as Larry always is, this time he sobbed and finally let himself go before we too stood and warmly embraced before he joined Larry and ended up standing in the same corner, sharing it with his "brother." His bare bottom was equally red and exceptionally hot.
Now. I turned to look at Tom, still hanging over the back of that couch, waiting, watching my every movement and straining to insure he did.
"So, Tom." I said smiling. "What do ya' think, my boy?"
"Ah, Sir, about what, Sir?"
Tom was scared. Why shouldn't he be? He had just seen his young friend, Larry, and older Aaron paddled to tears and left to stand with very red fannies. He had to know what I was thinking?
"You know about what." I said. I paused, looking straight at him as I pulled him up to stand straight in front of me. "Larry just got his ass paddled for his behaviour of the other night. Aaron too."
"I know, Sir, I know. And you paddled Larry really well, Sir, really well, if you don't mind my saying so, Sir." He smiled. "He deserved it, Sir."
The boy's words rolled from his mouth with all the smugness that only a teenage boy who's never been properly disciplined could produce. He was gloating over Larry spanking.
"What you mean, Tom?"
"Well, he's always telling me about how he's too old to get paddled any more but that how I sure needed it causing I'm only seventeen and all, and how Harry neglects me and stuff like that, Sir, and that ain't fair either."
"That right, Larry? You say stuff like that?" I'd ignore Tom for the moment.
"Jeez! No, No, Sir, no way! I never said anything like that, Sir."
"Larry?"
"I didn't, Sir! I didn't!" He stomped his foot on the floor. "He's just trying to get me in trouble. Please!"
"Get your bottom back over my lap, boy." I ordered. "Looks like I'm gonna have to spank you some more, boy!"
Larry objected, he pleaded, he apologized, he begged, then started winning but in the end it was the same as it always is and always will be. I took Larry across my lap, his already red bare bottom spread out nicely there for all to see, for the second time tonight. And I spanked him with my hand. It only took a few minutes to get my boy crying again. Any of you with a real boy know what it's like. The crack of my hand singes his bun as my hand lands and grab him then, my fingers protruding where my boy doesn't want them. He jerks, the pain on his already red ass sinks in deep. One bun then another, carefully placed, well, aimed, low down, solid, never bruising his beautiful bare bottom. His spanking rekindles his tears and he can't help himself. He reverts to the small boy, taken bare across his father's knee, and spanked, his legs flailing around uselessly.
Then I used the small leather hand whip on the bottoms of his ass until he was learning, crying screaming, apologizing, begging frantically.
Through out it all, Tom stood there watching intently, sanctimoniously, smiling, while I tanned Larry's bare bottom.
Tom wasn't going unnoticed by me. Far from it. I watched Tom's face and stiff stance, noticing how his eyes were fixated on my boy's spanking. Possibly he's never witnessed a real, proper spanking? I wondered as I looked at him if he'd ever, far back in his childhood maybe, had a real, good spanking himself, turned up and over a man's knee for real punishment? I doubted it happened these days, knowing Harry and all.
When I was done spanking Larry and he lay collapsed with a now even more extremely red well-spanked bare bottom collapsed over my knees while he continued sobbing out the last of his tears, I looked up again at Tom standing there watching. Tom's face showed his interest, nervous though it was when he noticed I'd noticed him.
After taking time to comfort my boy, he went back to that corner.
It was now high time to remove the smile from Tom's face.
"So, Tom, I might just as well paddle your ass as well and get it over with. Come over here and climb over my lap here, like a good little boy. Time I give you what you been needing too." I looked at him directly.
Tom had no choice and he knew it, but my words still caught him unsuspectingly. Harry certainly wasn't going to save him given Harry's current state. Tom watched me warily but ultimately, without my having to make another warning, came towards me, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls open, swaying, and exposed as he moved to where I was sitting and he lowered himself cautiously as he crawled over my lap, his nice, white bubble butt up and ready for me to take control finally. He seemed ambivalent. As a boy, like any boy, he sure wanted someone to be in control, but he didn't want the pain, the humiliation, or the discipline of really being under a man's firm guidance. Nevertheless, but he was about to get exactly that!
Harry had tried to provide that much needed guidance. Still, he had only taken down Tom's pants and tried to spank him occasionally. Harry's interests were elsewhere. Harry lacked the backbone to take charge and strip the boy regularly and frequently or to provide Tom with the consistency of having his bare bottom blistered enough until the boy understood without a doubt there was a man in his life and the consequences that would immediately follow anything less that gentlemanly behavior or failures. Tom didn't need someone to play with him. He needed someone to set goals, rules, and standards for his young life, forcing him to focus on his future, and then to enforce them by spanking or paddling his bare bottom regularly enough, maybe even daily at first, until he met the standards and more. Tom knew it, though he'd never admit it. Harry just couldn't.
As he hung there beautiful and naked over my lap, the boy knew, I'm sure, I was going to spank him, punish him well and from having just witnessed my paddling Larry and Aaron, he knew it was going to hurt. I'd never punished him before and that added to the tension in the room. That first time weeks ago had just been a quickie demonstration to show Harry how to do it. It was always most enjoyable to take a teenage boy, unused to any firm discipline, from a proud young man to a babbling and submissive boy, willing to say or do anything to stop the paddling and then instilling in his awareness what will cause a repeat of such punishment or worse in his future. A heavy, long, and strong paddling to a boy's bare bottom, bend up, waiting, and over a man's knee, was surely the quickest and most effective way to provide the boy with this part of his education. In providing the boy with this essential part of his education, I was looking forward to the task at hand, awaiting my attention.
I took my time, adjusting his floppy _c_o_c_k_ and tight firm balls to hang freely over my right thigh, feeling him and enjoying his discomfort. I eyes those naked buttocks of my stretched-out male, his nude form lay waiting now, stretched out over my knees. He waited docilely. Occasionally my boy would raise his head up, turning his head, trying to see what I might be doing. He kept trying to look, that is, until I forcefully shoved the back of his head down hard toward the floor, forcing his bare bottom up and exposed high and humiliatingly bare. I held his head down there, roughly forced his thighs apart while my fingers probed between his buns, under his balls, poking him somewhat. He deserved this. Still now he was whimpering, still struggling slightly, unsure of his balance, afraid.
"Relax, Tom. You act like you've never been spanked before, my boy. Relax down here," I said while stroking his buns and causing him to jerk, "'cause if you don't you'll soon wish you had."
"Yes, Sir. . . ." he whimpered. He was trying, but this was uncomfortable, concerning to him. Harry had not been doing a very good job of it, apparently. Hard to believe, though. The boy had a naturally beautifully hairless but fully developed body with a nicely developed young _c_o_c_k_. Flawless to most tastes. And, he knew how to move his bottom seductively, for sure. Most of all, this boy had the kind of round and firm bare set of buttocks that any man that had had the good fortune to have this boy around his house would have regularly found reasons to take across his lap for the kind of bare ass tannin's the boy obviously needed. It would be especially enjoyable to provide him with them too. Sure, I took my time with this one's bare bottom, stroking it, enjoying it, patting it, probing it slightly as he fidgeted.
"Sir, I've never been taken over anyone's lap like this before. I don't know what I'm suppose to do, Sir." He was still whimpering, almost crying though now.
"Just relax down here, young man, just relax." My hand was resting on his soft bare bottom, cupping his cheeks. "Turn your toes in and spread your legs more so I can see what you have down here." I swatted his buns, enjoying his discomfort.
"Ouch! Sir! I'm trying, Sir!" And he was, frantically, trying to please me. I pulled his balls and _c_o_c_k_ free and let them hang down again nicely. The boy had a good tight little ass. It was hairless, smooth, white. His buns separated naturally when he relaxed. It was a perfect, tight, little teenage boy's bare bottom. He just didn't know how to use it. That was something I would teach him quickly. It was cute enough that someone should take it soon. Maybe I . . .!
A small amount of redness now appeared where I had just slapped him.
When I eventually tired of his prolonged inspection, I reached for the same paddle I had just used to redden Aaron and Larry's buns. I brought it down suddenly and without warning, surprising him with a series of quick, swats across both cheeks.
"Ouuu. . .!" his head and neck stiffened, his head shot up and the cry that emerged was stronger than I had anticipated.
The young man clenched his buns immediately, as I had anticipated; but the very quick and light swats had their intended effect as his bare bottom began to turn stingingly rosy. He wiggled, squirmed, soon frantically, as the sting began to set in and his attempts to escape increased.
I began to intersperse a few hard, full swing swats that he could not anticipate - first, one cheek, then both, then the other. His bare bottom was flaming red now.
Now I began to tan ass and his screams and sobs soon filled the room and he constantly bucked forward and to both sides to escape the inevitable.
I took my time. His begging, his crying, none of it had any effect. His paddling just increased. . . harder.
Finally I put down the paddle, and with my hand, again separated his now red buns. As I like to do with my hand, I began to reddening the rest of his bare bottom and inner thighs, evening things out to insure his whole bare bottom was very red and well spanked, not just where the paddle had landed. His cries and tears told me I was making progress with Tom. I was finally getting through to this young man. It was unlikely he'd forget this lesson anytime soon!
I simply spanked him, that's all. The reality now with us was just that of a man spanking a teenage boy tonight. I just spanked him and my young man just howled. . .. (to be continued).