POWERLESS BOY, Part Two by Spankjoy
When thirteen year old Richard woke the next morning, he found a large sheet of art paper stuck to the back of his bedroom door: "Richard. I have had to go out. I will allow you to wash yourself this morning - but mind you do so thoroughly. When you have washed, you should dress only in the clothes at the foot of your bed. You may then go downstairs and give yourself breakfast. Remember: any disobedience will result in my turning the whole matter over to your father on his return. Paul."
'Turning the whole matter over to your father...' Richard shuddered at the very thought of the beating he would receive for attempting to broker a blowjob between two male classmates - and the horrific teasing he would have to endure from his extremely homophobic papa. Compared to dad, Paul was the perfect gentleman: yesterday's spanking had embarrassed him but certainly not caused him extreme pain ... and in a way ... (he felt his _c_o_c_k_ harden) ... it had been just a little exciting.
Thus encouraged, Richard jumped naked from his bed and, aware he had the house to himself, ran naked and erect to the bathroom to perform his ablutions. These complete, he returned to his room to survey properly the offering of clothes at the bottom of his bed. There was a pair of white sports shorts with elasticated waist, a white string vest, some clean white sports socks and his trainers. Donning the vest, he realised it was quite short, leaving a small expanse of bare midriff between it and his shorts, which were more than somewhat contour-hugging, though not exactly uncomfortable. Completing matters with socks and trainers, he made his way downstairs, glad that all the curtains in the house still appeared to be drawn, thus protecting him from spying eyes.
Richard had his breakfast, washed up carefully, and found another note in the living room, saying that he could watch TV or play a video until Paul returned.
Paul came back at lunchtime and walked ino the lounge. "My little boy! My naughty little boy! Turn off the TV, stand up and let me see your latest outfit."
Richard did all this. "Well!" Paul said, "What do you think of it? You must be honest. I command it."
"Er. It's a bit...."
"Revealing?"
"I think that's the word. Yes, sir. That is the word."
"Revealing! Hmm.. which parts of you do you think it most reveals?"
"Um, well, that is..." Richard felt strangely tongue-tied.
"I'd say it reveals your bottom, your _d_i_c_k_ and even your balls in loving detail. Would you agree?"
"Something like that. Yes. Er..Sir."
"A bit embarrassing for you?"
"Yes, sir, it is a bit."
"How about saying, 'I'm embarrassed because it shows my arse...' Try it.
"I'm embarrassed because it shows my arse, Sir." And Richard did begin to blush a little.
"And try, 'I'm embarrassed because you can see my prick."
"I'm embarrassed because you can see my prick, Sir." He flushed even more.
"Good. Excellent. Embarrassment is all part of the punishment. Your body is my property for the time being. You have to let me do what I want with it."
"Sort of, like a slave, Sir?"
"Yes, you're my little slaveboy. Say it."
"I'm your little slaveboy, Sir."
"Good, but you're not my slaveboy for just any reason. I'm doing it as your punishment - and to teach you obedience, so that you can learn to obey better at home and at school - and so avoid these beatings of your father's. Do you see? I'm doing all this to help you..."
Richard could see the point. "Thank you, Sir. It's kind of you."
"It is kind, Richard, but sometimes also adults have to be a little cruel to be kind. There is more punishment to come, even if not of the same kind as your father's. You do understand."
Richard had no idea what Paul intended - but he certainly understood that he was avoiding his father's vicious retribution. "Yes, Sir."
"And I hope you understand also that whatever happens while you are with me will have to be a complete secret. If you told your father, not only would I call you a liar to your face, but also he would be told about your misbehaviour at school."
"Sir, I really wouldn't want to tell anyone."
"Not even your best friend?"
"Especially my best friend, Sir. I'd feel too stupid."
"Well done young Richard! Come here and have yourself a little spanking, just to remind you who's the man and who's the little sprat." Paul sat at the piano stool and draped Richard over his knees. Richard's butt pressed urgently against the thin white cotton fabric, which gave minimal protection and left little to the imagination. Paul spanked him, hard, five times on each buttock then let him stand - and thoughtfully rubbed his buttocks for him. "There now, that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"No, Sir," said Richard gratefully, because although his arsecheecks were much warmer now he was not in real pain. But his penis had started to grow again - as he looked down, so did Paul.
"My, my," Paul said, "What a spunky little monkey we are today." He smiled at Richard. Mistaking avaricious lust for friendship, Richard smiled back. "Come now", Paul said, "we shall have lunch."
After lunch, Richard was again sent to his room, but this time given a playstation to keep him occupied until he was called back down - a gift for his obedience so far, he was told. Richard began to feel that he would enjoy his stay, despite the spankings and the strange clothes.
At about six, Paul came upstairs with a package of completely new clothes for Richard, again which he had purchased that morning. There were new black lace-up shoes, long grey socks, grey school shorts,(cut quite short), a grey shirt, a striped school tie, a grey V-neck sweater, white cellular underpants and a white vest. Paul left Richard to dress before coming down to dinner, which was already cooked.
After dinner was cleared away, Paul casually announced that a friend of his, also a schoolmaster, would be calling round and was interested to meet him. A little later, the doorbell rang and Paul ushered in Mr Daniel Dolby, The Headmaster of a local fee-paying boys' boarding school.
Dolby was a bulky and fierce-looking man, in late middle age, with florid complexion and long grey-sideburns. He was dressed as if coming straight from work, in a pin-stripe suit.
"So," said Dolby with his booming voice, "this is young Richard, who writes the rudest of notes to his schoolfellows. Come and stand before me, young man."
"Do exactly as he orders and call him Sir as you would me," Paul instructed.
Feeling rather queazy, Richard stood and walked over to face Mr Dolby, as he sat forward in his armchair.
"Did you know that you are wearing the uniform of my school?"
"No, Sir, I didn't."
"Well you are. And how do you think I would treat a young boy who wrote such a note?"
"I don't know, Sir."
"You don't know, eh?"
"No, Sir."
"I see, I see. Paul, shall I show young Richard some of what I would do?"
"I think that might be a salutary warning, Daniel."
"Quite. Well. Let us adjourn to the dining table, Paul. I will sit at one end. You sit near me. And you, Richard, go outside the living room door and knock, as if about to come into my study."
The men sat at the table. Richard went outside, knocked and was called in to stand before the Headmaster. He was told to clasp his hands behind his back.
"Now, Richard, I understand you have written an obscene note?"
"Yes, Sir." Richard looked suitably contrite.
"And it was about blow-jobs?"
Richard blushed. He had not expected such direct language. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"You will be sorry, Richard. Tell me what a blow-job is."
Richard looked askance at Paul. Paul nodded imperceptibly. "It's ... er ..." Richard was getting very flushed.... "when one person puts his er... penis in another person's mouth..."
"Have you ever done this?"
"No Sir."
"I see."
"Is it something you want to do?"
"Er... no, Sir."
"You would not like to have you penis sucked?"
"Well..." Richard was trying to be strictly honest and having some difficulty.
"I think you think you might like it. Is that right?"
"I might, Sir, yes."
"You might like sucking another boy...?"
"Oh... er now, Sir, that is..."
"You'd like someone to suck you?"
Richard was beginning to feel a little faint and weak at the knees. "I might Sir."
"Say it to us, then, Richard," Paul said. "Say, 'I'd like to be sucked'."
"I'd like to be sucked, Sir."
"Hmmph!" Dolby said. "You get the pleasure while someone else does the sucking. Does that seem fair to you?"
"Not really, Sir. I am sorry, Sir."
"So you keep telling me, Richard. And are you also sorry that you disguised your own desire to be sucked as a note about two other boys?"
"Yes, Sir, it was wrong."
"Indeed. And you would expect your Headmaster to punish you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Quite right. On which part of your anatomy?"
"My...?"
"Your anatomy, child, your body. On which part of your body would you expect to be punished?"
"Oh! My bottom, Sir."
"Indeed so, your childish, immature little arse. I think we had better survey the intended site. Paul, let's lay a cushion or few on this splendidly resilient oak table of yours, here in the centre. Now, Richard, sit and remove your shoes, then climb up on the table and lie with your shorts over the cushions facing downwards. And you and I Paul, will place ourselves on each side of the table to review the result."
Richard did as bidden. The cushions lifted his be-shorted young butt well above the rest of his body. The shorts were quite tight and displayed Richard's buttockal wares to protuberant effect.
"Spread your legs a little," Dolby mandated. He was obeyed - and Dolby then placed a hand on one of Richard's trousered arse-cheeks, had Paul do the same with the other, and then had Paul parallel his palm as it worked its way first down the shorts legs and onto real flesh and inner thigh - and then upward, this time within the orifice of the trouser-legs and up as far as their hands would go over Richard's underpanted buttocks; and finally back down to the thighs and up again, this time underneath the legs of his underpants so they could cup and knead his hot young bumflesh.
How was this for Richard? At once stimulating, embarrassing and scarey. He went very hard, he went soft, he sweated and he wriggled not a little.
"Right," said Dolby, "I think we'll have you lying on your back in just the same position."
Richard turned over and was ordered to clasp his hands behind his head. Now the front of his pelvis was raised above the rest of him. Dolby totally shocked Richard by putting the flat of his hand over the place where his soft penis was evidently lodged. He gasped. A man had never touched him there. "Is this what you wanted to have sucked?" Dolby asked, pressing down just slightly.
"Yes, Sir."
"I see. Perhaps we had better survey the evidence. Paul, help me remove young Richard's school shorts." Together, they undid his belt, top fastener and button flies; commanding him to lift himself slightly, they pulled down his shorts and removed them. Dolby folded his shirt, tie and vest upwards and tucked them into the shirt collar, revealing Richard's white cellular undies, which clearly showed pink flesh beneath.
"Widen your legs once more," Dolby ordered. Richard did this. Dolby cupped the crotch of his pants to explore the boy's testicles. "Quite well developed," he said admiringly, playing with his scrotum and balls through the soft cotton fabric. Richard was now extremely embarrassed and not at all stimulated. "Let's have his pants down," Dolby said.
"Do we have to?" Richard asked plaintively.
"Richard!" Paul said, "You know you are not allowed to argue!"
"I'm sorry, Sir. It's just I'm feeling really embarrassed. I don't like this."
"Nor are you meant to," Dolby said. "It's a punishment."
"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry."
"We'll say no more about it," Dolby said. "Come, Paul: let us reveal the apparatus of this mighty young warrior." And with that they swept his underpants down and off his ankles, leaving Richard with no vestige of modesty but his long grey socks and his upturned vest and shirt. From collar to knees he was all very naked.
"Not much there to suck," Dolby said, probing the young teenager's detumescence.
"No indeed," Paul said, "though it does grow to more acceptable proportions."
"It is to be hoped so," Dolby opined. "Let's have him turned over."
Richard turned back over, showing the Headmaster his bare behind for the first time. "Rather more pleasurable," Dolby said, stroking Richard's arse and even allowing one finger to probe just a little way into his arse-crack. "A firm and solid fundament, eminently spankable. Shall we begin, Paul?"
And they did, spanking alternately all over Richard's buttocks, to a point of pain greater than the night before: to a point, indeed, where, for the last ten spanks, Paul had to hold Richard down as he writhed and yelled out in protest and pain. His bottom was seriously scarlet.
They let him down. Paul ordered him to undress to absolute nakedness before them, took his clothes and sent him to bed. After he had seen Dolby out, he went upstairs, had a subdued Richard lie on his stomach over a pillow, and gently massaged his arse with a cooling cream. Slowly the tension disappeared from Richard's body, he relaxed, began to smile and then was fast asleep, still naked, still draped over the pillow.
Paul gently covered him over, kissed the nape of his neck and retired to consider the next day's plan.
[To be continued]