"Do I really have to be grounded?"
"Well, your mother would expect me to do something, given how little schoolwork you've done during the last two days."
"But it's my holiday!"
"Yes, Paul, but you know that you were sent to stay with me because I am a tutor, in order to catch up with schoolwork. I'd hardly be earning my money if I didn't insist you got the work done."
"Isn't there some other way you could punish me?"
David Isaacs looked at Paul and thought. Yes, it would be good but he couldn't. "Not really."
"What do you mean, 'Not Really'? That sounds like there is something."
David looked at Paul again. He was an attractive fourteen tear old, no doubt about it. Mid-brown hair, smooth skin, green-eyes, stocky muscular build, he looked particularly fetching on this hot summer's day in his white sports shorts, open-neck shirt, white socks and trainers. It would be so nice, but he mustn't.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about? Oh, thinking about, yes..." David could just imagine undressing the boy by stages in preparation for... No, he must stop thinking this way. ".. I was thinking, well, that is, I was thinking about punishments when I was young.." Oh dear, David thought, I'm launching my browser in a dangerous direction here. A faint coolness and a chill of excitement entered his gut.
"How you were you punished when you were young?"
No, he mustn't, he must stop this now, before it ran away from him. Imagine Paul in his underpants. "It's not relevant. It's not really allowed now.."
"Why isn't it relevant? Tell me."
Imagine Paul dressed in only his shirt and socks. David's dick was hardening. "Because your mother would never give permission for that kind of thing. It could get me into trouble."
"Oh, mother! You don't think I tell her anything do you? I am fourteen, David."
Ah fourteen! Feisty fourteen. So self-confident and yet so young. He wouldn't feel so self-confident if he was sitting there on the terrace, bollocks naked. Bollocks naked! Imagine Paul's bollocks. "So...." David hesitated, feeling a shake developing in his voice, the excitement rising up into his chest, mingled with fear... "So... you want to know how I used to be punished..?"
"Go on, tell me."
"Please!" David was toying with Paul now.
"Please David."
"Pretty please!" David was being a little seductive.
"Pretty please! Come on, David, tell me."
"It was partly pain and partly embarrassment. That's what they used."
"Oh. You mean they hit you?"
"Not so much hit as .. spanked."
"Oh. On the... ?"
"On the bottom, yes."
"Ooh. I know one or two boys who get that at home, but mum never does it. She just grounds me, like you. Did it work?"
"Spanking by itself probably wouldn't have worked. It was the way they embarrassed me."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, lots of ways. It's even embarrassing to talk about it to a boy your age. But it did work. At least, I wasn't in trouble so often."
"I wouldn't mind."
"You wouldn't mind what?"
"I wouldn't mind being spanked or being embarrassed."
"You would!"
"Well, I would, but it would be better than being grounded for a week."
"I don't thik I can really risk it. If you ever told anyone, even your mates, and it got back, I'd be in bad trouble."
"There's a lot I don't tell my mates. David, I promise you I'd never talk to anyone. Why would I, if I was going to be embarrassed? It would make me look silly, talking about it."
"Why do you want to be spanked and embarrassed?"
"I don't exactly want to, but I know I've got to be punished, and I'd rather get it over this weekend."
"You won't like me when I'm doing it."
"Who ever likes a grown-up when they're punishing you?"
"That's true. So you want an old-fashioned punishment?"
"Yes! Well, that is, what exactly will I have to do...?"
"Ah now..." David stood up as if about to walk out on the situation,"Now you think you can bargain, but we're talking about old-fashioned punishment, making you do exactly what I say, without argument. I don't think you're ready for that..." It was like playing a fish on a line, let it run, haul it in. He knew he had the boy hooked. Soon, he would land and net his little fish.
"No! Please David, sit back down. I will do."
"You will do what?"
"Do whatever you say. Take the punishment. Not argue. Honest."
"OK, go and jump in the pool."
"What, dressed like this?"
"You can kick off your shoes. Otherwise, yes."
"Now?"
"Yes, now. Let's see if you know the meaning of obedience. Quickly."
Paul jumped to his feet, kicked off his shoes, trotted down the garden steps and jumped into the pool. Coming to the surface, suitably waterlogged, he said,"Now What?"
"Go into the house, put your wet clothes in a bin bag in the utility room, take a bath and change into clean underwear and your school clothes. Then come down."
"My school clothes!"
"Are you arguing?"
"No, no, fine David!"
Paul clambered out of the pool and dripped his way into the house. David stroked his _c_o_c_k_. Paul, quite at his mercy. This would be interesting. Yes interesting. His mind turned back suddenly to a scene in his own home, when he was 15. He was standing in the corner of the living room wearing nothing but a pajama top, his very red and bare arse facing towards his mother and father. Dad was watching TV. Mum was reading a newspaper. His dick had gone rock hard though they couldn't see it. His hairless dick; dad had shaved off all his pubescent hair as an infantilising punishment.
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[Continued in Part 2]