"You haven't any choice, have you?"
"But I don't deserve to be punished."
"That's not for you to decide."
"But it's not fair in front John and Paul."
"Richard, even though John is only 10 and Paul 11, they are still punished in front of each other here in the front room - and sometimes even in front of our friends and our friends' children. You know that your mother said I could punish you just as I punish my own boys. Being thirteen years old doesn't exempt you. Take down your trousers as I have told you."
Richard was not only 13, he was a very pretty blond 13, dressed in blue jeans, white open-neck shirt, red T-shirt, white socks, white trainers. And those blue jeans clung to a well-padded little arse. Perfect for spanking, Travis thought.
"I'm not going to!" Richard was red-faced and defiant.
Travis slapped him hard with the palm of his hand, across his face. Richard yelled out, tears came to his eyes, there were red marks on each side of his face. "Refusals don't happen in my house, child!" Travis roared. "You've just put yourself down for my number one punishment."
"Oh wow!" Paul said, getting up and drawing the curtains whilst John turned on the lights, "You're really in deep now, Richard." Paul and John knew what "number one" meant. They surely did.
Much of the fight had gone out of Richard. "Come here!" Travis ordered.
Visibly shaking, Richard advanced to the settee where Travis sat. "Please don't hurt me!"
"You should have thought of that before you defied me. Kick off your shoes."
More tears in his eyes, Richard kicked off the trainers.
Travis grabbed the belt of his jeans and squeezed the bulge at the base of his zipper.
"Stop it! That's my dick you're playing with."
"It's not your dick any more, Richard, not while you're being punished. Want another slap?"
"No!"
"Good. Here, Paul, come and feel his little prick - just to show him he has no choice any more."
Paul came over and said, "Sorry Richard", before squuezing and feeling his friend's dick and balls. Richard was silent - and very red-faced.
"OK," Travis said, "I'll take over now, Paul. Travis reached up and unbuttoned Richard's shirt, before pulling it out of his jeans. Then he reached forward, undid Richard's belt and top snap and unzipped him, hauling his jeans to the floor. Now he could see the red T-shirt framed by the open shirt, tucked into his red Y-front briefs. "Take off your jeans," he ordered quietly.
Richard knew better than to argue now. He stooped to remove his jeans. "And your shirt; give your shirt to me." Richard complied and stood before Travis in his socks, briefs and T-shirt.
"It's getting hot," Travis said. "I think we'll all strip to our jocks." When they had done this, Richard saw that both boys and their father had hard-ons in their underpants. Richard was not at all hard and blushed some more.
"I think I'll have that T-shirt now," Travis said, standing up and removing Richard's red vest. Now he was just in his jockeys and socks. "And we'll take you to the bathroom."
They led him up the stairs to the bathroom. Travis sat on a bathroom stool and put Richard over his lap. He put his hand on the seat of the boy's underpants and stroked roughly, before starting to spank, hard, until Richard's legs were kicking and he was yelling out with pain.
Travis stopped. "Take off his socks, Paul," he ordered. Paul did this and then, very suddenly, Travis pulled down the boy's Y-fronts and Paul took them off his ankles, baring his bright red butt.
Richard gasped. There was a long silence. He was naked.
"I think we'll wash this before dealing with it," Travis said. "John, fill the sink."
When the sink had been filled, Travis stood Richard on a bathmat and bent him over into the empty bath, legs a little spread. Paul soaped a sponge and Travis sponged Richard's spread arse cheeks. Then he rinsed him off and dried him.
Richard made to get up, but Travis insisted he stay bent over. He removed a bottle of oil from a cabinet, brought a stool to Richard's rear, sat on it, put some oil on his finger and proceeded to stroke it onto the naked boy's sphincter.
"Oh!" Richard muttered, not for the first time. Had he looked round, he would have seen that both younger boys and Travis were now naked and playing with their dicks.
"Here," said Travis to Paul, "oil your finger and press it up."
Richard did not understand the significance of "up" until an oily little middle finger slid right up into his rectum. "Aah," he moaned.
"What's it like up there?" Travis asked.
"Feels clean."
"Take your finger out and let's see."
Paul withdrew a clean but oily finger. "Good, here, pass me the oil again." Travis oiled his middle finger along its length and pressed against the sphincter. To his pleasure, Richard responded by pressing the muscle outward and admitting him, right to the hilt.
"Right boys," he said. "Smack one arse cheek each. Away you go."
The naked boys started slapping Richard's arse as Travis rammed his finger up and down inside Richard. Soon Travis had two fingers inside him and the boy was simultaneously yelling out in pain and rock hard.
"Stop!" Travis said. "Let's all wash our hands and go to the bedroom."
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