It Begins
"Sir?"
THAT was a first! Through the half year as Tommy's counsellor, the term of address had progressed from "Mr. Etting" to "Jim." But Tommy's facial expression was different in this situation, too! Clearly Tommy was taken aback slightly which probably didn't happen more than once or twice a decade with this very self-assured kid. He looked again at James' face, around the room, and his eye darted to the paddle on the wall. At that moment, a deep crimson flush appeared on his handsome young face. A most astute observer - certainly more astute than James Etting - might have also seen a hint of excitement and happy anticipation as Tommy put the situation together in his mind.
"Is this about what I did in Mr. Frank's class?" A barely perceptible, uncharacteristic tremor was present in Tommy's voice.
James tried to speak with authority and confidence. He couldn't quite pull it off. "Yes, it is. Sit down, Tommy."
"Well, if that IS what I'm here for, we may as well get it over with," was Tommy's response and he laid his books on one of the chairs that faced the desk and reached for his belt buckle.
"No, no, no, Tommy!" James exclaimed, in near panic, "Sit down and we'll talk about it."
"We don't need to talk," Tommy answered. "I did it. I DID moon Mr. Frank. I thought he'd laugh but he got mad. So I guess for some reason you're supposed to punish me, instead of the A...uh...Mr. Baker." Tommy and his friends fondly abbreviated "Assistant Principal" as the "Ass Prince," in reference to Jeff Baker's fondness for the paddle. Man, that had almost slipped out!
"Uh, Yes, I am supposed to punish you, Tommy," James replied, "but in my opinion your prank does NOT merit physical punishment, although I understand that Mr. Baker sees that differently. We can just talk about it and if I have your assurance you won't pull something like that again, that's fine."
"Jesus, what hot eyes!" Tommy thought to himself, looking into James' deep brown eyes with the unusually long eyelashes. And what a sight those eyes were, set off by James' blonde hair! Tommy had watched James through the fall semester and into winter, noticing step by step the improvements in his appearance. He had come to the school grossly overweight and extremely underconfident, but now he had lost weight, buffed up a little and seemed much more assured. In a word, Mr. Etting was HOT!
"So, sit down, p-p-please, Tommy, and let's talk about it," James stammered, made particularly uncomfortable by the odd way Tommy was gazing intently into his eyes.
"Really, sir," Tommy said, "you may as well go ahead and spank me! Mr. Baker usually just pushes his chair back away from the desk and I lie across his lap. It's no big deal and I know I have it coming to me!"
Tommy noticed that James didn't reply to that, right away. He was apparently deliberating on it. Deliberating with flushed face. Then he pushed himself away from the desk, saying, "Well, okay."
Tommy moved towards him, delighted to notice the wedge of _c_o_c_k_ sticking up in Mr. Etting's corduroy pants. Maybe if he REALLY got lucky, he'd get a closer look at THAT soon!
His hands again went to his belt. James looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. Tommy unbuckled, unzipped and pushed the jeans down, turning first so that his back was to James. Might as well give him a GOOD view!
James stared, mind seemingly blank, at the perfectly rounded, taut buttocks in the boy's white briefs. "Big and round!" Yes, that said it all! As Tommy bent over to hold his jeans while he stepped out of them - the cleft of his ass showed through the briefs as a wide, shadowy line. James felt faint.
Then Tommy turned to him. Oh god! He also appeared to be hard! The shape of his fat _c_o_c_k_ was fully visible through the thin cotton. "You want these off too?" Tommy asked.
"N-n-no!" James said, a bit TOO emphatically.
"Okay," Tommy said with a shrug, as if to indicate mild disappointment, as if to say "it's your loss." "You're going to use the paddle, aren't you?" Tommy asked, gesturing to the implement hanging on the wall.
"No, Tommy! I don't really want to hurt you, just give you a little object lesson! My hand will do quite fine." Again the boy seemed to shrug as he commented "okay," and placing his hands on Jame's further away thigh, he lay himself across the man's lap.
Oh sublime indentation! James felt a rush of conflicting emotions - accompanied by a rush of yet more blood to his already swollen _c_o_c_k_. Holding both hands a few inches over Tommy's body, he stared and stared, fascinated, nearly hypnotized. He inhaled sharply, discovering the smell of soap and clean boy butt.
"Well, here goes," he warned, and raising his dominant left hand a bit higher, gave the boy a light swat on the butt. Then he paused, apparently wondering whether to go on.
"Uh, sir?" Tommy said from his prone face down position. "That didn't hurt at ALL. You need to use more muscle, if this is going to be a lesson for me!"
Still very unsure of himself, James began spanking the boy's bottom with a bit more zeal. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Then hs stopped again, his hand resting tightly on the perfect butt.
"Is that enough?" he asked Tommy.
"Ha! Enough? You're asking ME?" Tommy said in a slightly derisive tone. "Is it enough to suit YOU?"
"I don't know!" James said.
"Well, maybe this will give you an idea, if you see your work on display," and moving his torso back just a little off the center of James' lap, Tommy tugged down his own briefs.
There it was - the perfect butt! Pale normally but now reddened slightly here and there in the shape of James' hand. Without thinking James reached for it, to feel it. God! IT was HOT! When his palm rested on it, Tommy rocked his ass under James' hand. One thing for sure - Tommy knew what this was all about but James didn't!
Tommy also had taken happy note as he reached back to take off his briefs, that his arm brushed a hard, damp protrusion in James' pants. This caused a quickening of the blood in Tommy's _c_o_c_k_, which was ALWAYS responsive to a good sound spanking!
Motionless for a moment - staring at the beauty of Tommy's mottled buttocks - finally James mustered the presence of mind to speak. "Well, it l-l-looks as if I've done enough damage!" and he emitted a brief nervous sputter, a sort of laugh.
Tommy did not get up off his lap, eager to end the punishment, as James had expected. Instead he pulled his left leg up to make contact along the side of James' leg, thus exposing his little pink crinkled hole to James unbreakable gaze. He felt himself to be in the power of something other than his own will, as his hand returned to Tommy's butt rubbing and moving the cheeks around and grazing Tommy's hole with his fingertips.
Most men have never experienced this peculiar state of being that James was in: his consciousness had pretty much bailed out of the scene, unable to cope with the attraction he felt. He was on automatic pilot and the pilot was WILD FOR _s_e_x_!