**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
**REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up the stories collectively known as the _Justin_Series_. If you haven't read them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream of feedback I've received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.
As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among other S&M proclivities.
For those who are not familiar with Chris, he is just shy of 21 years old and has moved in with Justin and I for the reasons more fully explained in _Christopher_.
As a lawyer, I've always found rules to be very important, they set the expectations which you must meet and also lay out a pattern under which you can conform you life. Further, their structure provides a framework in which punishment can be fairly administered. Justin has been living by my rules now for some six plus months and they have been very helpful to him in shaping his behaviors and setting his expectations.
The bedtime spankings remain his least favorite, but I think the most important aspect of the rules he needs to live by. Christopher's rules needed a similar anchor point.
The bedtime spanking would serve the same purpose, 20 to 30 firm swats each evening not designed to be painful but to be more an assertion of control. It was **quite** effective on Justin and I expected the unique blend of humiliation and mild pain would help Christopher also.
With Justin still at Tom's for the weekend, I spent some serious time with Christopher laying out the rules.
A curfew of 10 pm, lights out, on school nights and midnight all other nights would help ensure that Chris maintained high grades. Penalty for lateness, one swat on the bare butt with my hand per minute past the curfew. Ouch!
No alcohol, drugs or cigarettes. Alcohol would be ok after age 21, but that was still about 90 days away and even then it would be limited. The penalty for these was 50 strokes with my belt. OUCH!
As I went over the rules, I had Christopher fill out a chart that he would keep in his bedroom to make sure that he knew what the punishments were for various misdeeds and so that I could firmly, yet fairly, punish him for bad conduct.
Now, I know there is great fascination far and wide with punishments based on the letter grade assigned. While I can understand their appeal superficially, ultimately they come too late for real effectiveness.
On his grid, Christopher filled out my punishments, late homework, 10 spanks a day. Failing to do the reading, 1 spank/per page missed.
All of these are much more effective because they focus on helping the boy turn in the work in a timely fashion. Christopher was very enthusiastic about filling out this part of the chart because he must have felt that it would be easy to comply with, and given his transcript as I later saw it, I could see it wouldn't be hard for him to comply.
Children have to do chores, it builds character so they say. I just find it helpful to have them take responsibility for the messes and what not they create. We went over making the bed, self-hygiene, cleaning up after oneself and all of the little details that make life in our modern society so complicated.
The chart was quite thoroughly complete now, with the left column listing offenses and the right column the punishments. We went into his bedroom and tacked it discretely on the side of the desk. If he had friends over it wouldn't be obvious and at this point that wasn't an issue, but I didn't see a need now to embarrass him with the punishments in front of others.
Not that I would hesitate about punishing him front of others if necessary.
Our next stop was to move him out of his dorm room and into the bedroom, we claimed most of his clothing although a lot of it I would later have him discard to reflect the fact that he cared more about himself and how he looked. By this I don't mean you need to wear Calvin Klein designer outfits to look decent, but there is a difference between an unwashed T-shirt with stains and a clean pressed T-shirt, etc.
We collected his possessions and his fancy computer equipment and shoved it all in the beemer and took it back to my apartment. I had him set up in the guest room and my computer got displaced to the floor which was fine by me as I didn't tend to use it so much that I couldn't borrow his for e-mail and IRC.
After settling him in to his new bedroom, I ordered us up some chinese food and we talked pleasantly about school and other details. He was doing ok and even with exams approaching he had everything in control. I kissed him on the forehead and left him to do some work.
Things started to settle down for a while. Justin got used to Christopher's constant presence and lost the mild embarrassment he was feeling of being bared to a jockstrap at all times with someone around. Justin also got more used to Christopher watching him get spanked, and when the shoe was on Christopher's foot for breaking the odd rule, Justin watched our 'son' take it.
Their bed time spankings were kept quite separate and I know that each of them found those to be one of the most humbling parts of every day living under my roof. Christopher made a point of saying it readily which simply produced a firmer and more painful bedtime spanking. I'll note though that it was rare that he broke any of the rules on our chart. I'm convinced the bed time spankings helped to keep the infractions to a minimum.
Somewhere in here, I learned of Dave's HIV status and well, that is a story I should discuss in more detail later. All in all, Christopher had been living with us for 3 months now and school was over.
Christopher hadn't looked for a summer job, and I hadn't pushed the issue. Justin made the obvious suggestion and I carried it out, and so one fine morning, our whole family headed to the law office so Justin and I could do that legal thing while Christopher would assist the computer support staff.
Things were going well, too well perhaps, when the other shoe dropped.
Linda Jamieson, the other partner on the hiring committee, buzzed me on the intercom and I went over to her office. She explained that she thought Christopher had perhaps stolen something. She wasn't certain, but she also couldn't explain who else was in her office that day. I could see the problem, I gave her back the money that was missing and said I would take it up with Chris and report back to her.
Linda being a good friend agreed not to make more of it as long as it didn't occur again involving Chris.
I didn't tell Justin about the incident so he was surprised when I asked Chris to stay in his room when we came home. I didn't discuss it with Justin. I just sent Chris directly to his room and told him to stay there. I wanted him to stew for a while, I knew that this might trigger some very unpleasant associations for him of how his parents abused him, but he had also agreed to live with me and accept corporal punishment as a form of discipline.
Justin and I ate dinner alone and I didn't discuss the problem with Justin, I didn't see the point. Chris was smart enough to stay in his room and when I finally went in, he was sitting on the bed stripped down completely naked.
"Chris," I started, "I'm a bit concerned about something Ms. Jamieson brought up at work with me."
His eyes looked to the floor.
"Christopher, I think you and I need to talk about it. Especially because if you did steal money from her, I am going to have to punish you fairly seriously."
Chris looked up at me, his eyes wide with fear and he just got up and stood in the window without admitting to stealing or denying it. It seemed a rather sullen way to accept the situation.
"Chris, we have to face this situation head on, now sit down and talk to me about the money, about punishments, about living here, about being gay. All of it."
He stayed facing the city, naked.
I can play tough too, I pulled him over my lap firmly and slapped his ass firmly 20 times. That produced a series of ouch's that hardened his _c_o_c_k_ and got his attention. Still over my lap, with his ass upturned, he began talking.
"I like living here, and I want to stay with you and Justin if I can, please," he pleaded.
"Chris, I wasn't going to kick you out, but I think before I take a paddle to you for allegedly stealing something we need to have a serious talk about punishments. Are you ready to sit up and talk to me?"
"Yes, Sir," he promptly answered. I helped him up from my lap and sat down next to him on the bed. We looked at each other and I kissed him on the forehead.
"I really like living here, you care about me a lot and I've started caring about myself a lot more. I'm happier than I have ever been," he shared. Also, I really like the way both you and Justin have let me explore how I feel without expecting anything. Especially how Justin has let me explore his body. I love you two. I am old enough that I can make a decision for myself, and I accept the rules you have for living here and if I break them, I will take the consequences."
I pulled him to me and kissed him warmly.
"As for the money, it was an accident, but I was too embarrassed to say anything, I picked it up from the desk with my books and then I realized later and didn't want to go back or tell you."
I looked at him closely searching for the truth. Tall tales means red tails in this house. I decided he was being honest.
"Chris, this isn't exactly on the chart," I started.
"Sir, I'm really sorry, but I can see why you need to punish me, I should have given it back or said something, I was wrong."
I took him out to the living room and stood him in the window where Justin could see him. I would administer a punishment shortly, but I wanted it to be in front of his other 'parent.'
The choice of implement is always important. Some cause severe pain quickly and thus are most effective for short bursts, others are more subtle and can be worked over a boy's ass repeatedly for a very different effect.
I asked Justin out loud what he recommended, we tossed it back and forth for a while before settling on the hairbrush. I noticed Christopher shaking anxiously as we discussed it. Justin had calmed down a bit from his "I'll dish it all out" days since seeing both Geoffrey's caning, Spanking Party 3, and Chris' whipping, Massage, and the selection of the hairbrush was most appropriate.
I made Christopher bring it to me. That is the ultimate form of acceptance of a punishment, to bring the implement of punishment to the spanker. He moved slowly but deliberately to my bathroom and brought out my spanking hairbrush. It hadn't been used on him before, but he had seen it reduce Justin to tears and kicking on at least one occasion I can recall off the top of my head.
He handed it to me calmly and quietly asked me to punish him. I made him repeat it louder.
"Please sir, I deserve to be punished for taking Linda's money and not giving it back."
I pulled him over my lap and took my time positioning his ass just right. His flesh exposed for pain infliction at my request. This was different from when I spanked Justin typically, this was a corrective lesson and it would hurt and there would be minimal eroticism afterwards.
I rubbed the brush over each ass cheek feeling it out and then I lined up for my first crack.
The hairbrush is the silent but effective correcter in my book. I frequently have used it on boys when staying in a hotel because the implement itself is quiet although boys will kick and cry quickly after a handful of well placed blows. Christopher would be getting 30.
**CRACK**
Christopher jerked in my lap, bucking to get away from the brush's path. I kept him pinned down firmly with my right hand as my left hand beat him with the brush.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
He started kicking his legs wildly and verbally he began moaning and whining about the beating. It was hurting.
"26 more," I announced.
"Please," he begged.
**C-R-A-C-K**
I made it sting good and he bucked in my lap harder and started to strain to be free.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
His hand moved to block his buttocks and I pinned it to the small of his back. "22 more," I said firmly. He pleaded for the punishment to stop, but I kept going.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
He was bawling and kicking and crying, but his butt remained firmly over my lap, upturned and steadily reddening to my hairbrush's firm impacts.
**CRACK**
I took my time, wanting the punishment to hurt and sting good, I paused and squeezed the hot ass flesh tormenting it. Then I had Justin lick both butt cheeks firmly so that the swats of the brush would hurt more.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
"Please," he screamed. Justin's wettening of his ass had made the last three particularly effective at driving home my expectations of honesty on his part. With 15 swats to go, I began my lecture.
**CRACK** "I expect you to be honest and tell the truth." He hollered in pain.
**CRACK** "You need to respect other people's property."
His legs were kicking wildly and I kept going.
**CRACK** "Do not steal from other people."
**CRACK** "If anything remotely like this happens again, I will spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for days on end." That produced a welter of tears and pleas for the punishment to stop.
**CRACK** "Tell, me Christopher, are you ever going to steal again?"
"No," he pleaded and then begged me to stop.
**CRACK** "Why not?"
"It's wrong dad, please stop, I know it's wrong, please, stop spanking me," he begged.
**CRACK** "You've got 30 swats for this, and 8 to go young man, and you'll take them all. Now, if stealing is wrong, why didn't you give the money back Christopher?"
"Please daddy, please stop," he begged.
**CRACK** "Why didn't you give it back?"
"I was bad dad, I'm sorry," he finally answered.
I delivered the last 6 swats of the brush quickly and violently, I didn't continue to lecture him any further, each swat of the brush reddened his ass cheeks further and he kicked and cried through them.
When I finished, I stood him in the corner of the living room and watched television with Justin, mostly ignoring the punished boy, red ass facing me in the window.
While I was spanking Christopher, Tom had called because Geoffrey needed some correction, Justin had invited the two over and they arrived while Christopher was still standing in the window. He was shocked I would leave him there, red ass bared, when Tom and Geof came in. I did have to walk over and slap his ass firmly to remind him to stay nose to the window pane.
I kissed Tom warmly and I parked Geof right next to Christopher in the window. I put their arms brushing just against each other. Geof reduced to merely a jockstrap, Chris naked and already sore. I wanted the hair on their arms to just touch, erotic and yet also terrifying.
I wondered what the neighbors across the park thought about tonight's antics. I left both of the boys parked standing, noses to the window for a while, Geof in anticipation of his punishment and Chris already spanked.
Justin, Tom and I all chatted amicably all but ignoring the bad boys. Tom asked loudly about Chris' behavior and I asked Chris to come over and explain to Tom what he had done wrong. Scared, he faced us, walked over and explained how he stole money and how he deserved to be spanked. I walked over and hugged him and sent him back to the window.
Geof's offense was actually quite serious, he had purchased "medical marijuana" and smoked it during the day. When Tom had come home from work, he found Geof high.
Geof had "sobered" up already and realized he was going to get walloped.
I had Justin fetch one of the Singaporan Canes I had purchased back just before Chris moved in, Weekend Payback. They hadn't been tested yet. I saw Geof shudder in the window.
I turned Christopher around to face the weight bench so he would see the punishment, but also so his ass would be visible to the city. I bent Geof over the weight bench and flexicuffed his wrists under the bench so strain as he might, he was not going to be able to get far from the bench surface.
Justin returned with the cane.
I examined it and laid it across Geof's buttocks squarely in the middle. He begged me not to punish him, Tom nodded and took Justin to the bedroom for love making.
I ignored Geof, and looked directly at Christopher, "Don't break the law kid if you can't pay the price."
I lifted the cane high in the air over Geof's fleshy white buttocks -- he had escaped severe punishments recently through a spate of especially good behavior. In just a few seconds that tender flesh would be sorer than most people could possibly imagine. All but perhaps Michael Fay and other criminals.
**SWOOSH** I brought the cane down violently onto his buttocks. He hollered and Chris' _c_o_c_k_ stiffened to complete attention. Where the cane hit a single thin red line was visible indicating that the cane had made it's mark.
"Chris, you got 30 swats for stealing, what do you think is fair for smoking pot?"
Chris grinned broadly and Geof hollered for Tom to forgive him. Chris considered the case closely and settled on 20 strokes. Geof screamed curse words at him, I kissed Chris. He knew that his decision today could effect him and yet he still chose a severe punishment.
I pushed Geof back down firmly onto the weight bench and then pushed one hand onto his back to keep him in place. Then the real punishment began.
Not being a martial arts expert, I would not produce the levels of pain that the Singaporan's do with this delightful instrument, nonetheless, each stroke would not be pleasant.
After just 3 more strokes, Geof was hollering loudly and begging me, Tom, and anyone to stop the punishment, that wasn't going to happen. I noticed Chris stroking his _c_o_c_k_, and decided against stopping it.
Geof's butt was covered with 4 precise lines now, and I aimed the cane so that his entire buttocks would just be a welter of red lines. By the tenth stroke, Geof was crying in utter agony. Chris had succeeded in jacking off and I just smiled at him and sent him to his bedroom. I kissed him on the way out and reminded him he still had a bedtime spanking coming. He nodded, but frowned.
I was alone now with Geof who still had 10 strokes coming to him. With my attention diverted, he had tried to get off the bench, but the cuffs were keeping him from getting far. Unceremoniously, I pushed him down onto it again and finished the punishment violently. He was sorer than all _f_u_c_k_ when I finished and crying relentlessly. Still tied to the bench, I _f_u_c_k_ed him till I shot in his asshole. Then I had Tom do the same. With cum dripping from his _f_u_c_k_hole, I uncuffed him and stood him in the window, nose to the world. Justin and Tom ran their fingers across his caned ass inducing more pain and I let them have their fun as I went to tuck our son in.
Chris had stayed naked and was laying in bed when I came in -- on his stomach.
I sat on the desk chair and waited silently. He moved his lanky muscular body quickly over my lap and I cupped each already red cheek firmly in my hand.
I spent some time telling him how much I loved him and how wonderful he was in general. He cooed pleasantly to the verbal appreciation. I reminded him that sometimes punishments were necessary and he nodded. After cupping his ass cheeks for a bit, I started the bed time spanking.
It hurt a lot more than usual that night and I didn't mind that one bit.
Each swat of my hand produced a clearly audible "Ouch" from my boy. And when I finished he kissed me with tongue. Then I asked if he wanted to sleep alone or join our orgy in the bedroom. As a sign that he was coming to enjoy and accept being gay, I was pleased that he wanted to join us. I told him to go to our bedroom and wait a bit.
He did.
I brought everyone else into the master bedroom and shut the door. I positioned Geof in the window. ass sore from the cane. Then I took my husband and parked him there as well.
I had Tom suck my _c_o_c_k_ for a bit as two hot men stood in the window awaiting further punishment. Then I let Tom and Chris explore each other while I just watched. Then when Tom went down on Christopher and I pulled Justin from the window and pushed him onto the bed, face down and manuevered his mouth to Tom's _c_o_c_k_. His ass was still clearly exposed and I began spanking him. I gave him 20 firm swats, the normal count, which he took silently while sucking our friend's _c_o_c_k_ shaft.
I let the three of them enjoy themselves as I turned my attentions to the baddest boy in the room.
I walked over, my _c_o_c_k_ stiffening to a full 8" as I approached the cane marked boy still at the window. The sounds of an orgy in full swing were beginning to dominate the room as I pushed my finger between the welted ass cheeks to the boy's _f_u_c_k_ hole. My finger felt the moist cum still leaking from his ass and I touched my finger to it and ran the now cooler cum up his crack and onto his sore cheeks. He moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure.
As I pushed my hardness against his sore ass, he moaned louder. I whispered into his ear how hot and bad I thought he was, and he let out a loud moan. I pulled him to me rubbing my _c_o_c_k_ on his sore ass. It hurt and he let me know by crying out in pain. I bent him forward, still pushing my groin against his caned ass. I pushed him down till he grabbed his ankles. I stepped back, letting the pressure of my groin leave his sore ass and quickly replacing it with the painful swat of my hands.
Beating his sore cheeks like drums, I landed 50 plus swats firmly on their welted surface. He did not dare let go of his ankles or stand up in spite of the pain.
Only once I finished did he and I join the three hot men on the bed in an all out orgy.
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