Part 4
The week with Kevin and Ryan was great, but when Kevin's wife returned from her business trip the fun was over. Kevin couldn't come over and play as often and always worried about his wife see the marks on his ass. I hope to one day change that, but I had my hands full with Ryan.
Ryan was doing really well for himself, thanks to my guidance. He had part-time job six hours a day. Luckily, it was in the morning so he could still be at my house in the afternoon. The one thing that was getting to him though was living at home with his parents and his brother. Though he loved his parents he just felt closed in, plus there weren't giving him the guidance the he needed. So, he asked me if he could move in with me. I told him he could, but it wouldn't be easy. What he was used to happening in the afternoons would be a full time occurrence and I would be involved in every aspect of his life.
"Sir, that is exactly what I want. You have helped me so much so far, that I think living with you will allow me to learn even more. Please, sir let me live here." He pleaded.
I happily complied. He told his parents he would be living with me and doing house chores for me in exchange for room and board. They seemed glad that he appeared to be getting some direction. So one afternoon we moved his stuff over to my house. Once we got him settled in I explained the rules.
"This is MY house and therefore MY rules will need to be followed. Everything thing I say is obeyed. You will remain naked at all times. If someone comes over you may put on a pair of shorts. Each morning you will present yourself and will receive 10 swats with the belt just to start your day out right. You will be responsible for the basic house and yard work. You will go no were, with the exception of work, with out asking my permission. When I get home I expect you out in the yard hard at work. The rest of the rules will be made up as I feel like it. Do you understand this, Ryan?
"Yes, Sir!" Ryan said.
"Good, also I feel since the whole point of this is to help you grow up and be man and you are not one yet, you should not look like one. So I think we need to shave you completely." I said.
"But ....." Ryan started to say.
I quickly put my hand to his ass and gave him 20 swats and said. "Do not question me!"
We then proceeded to the bathroom to shave Ryan. This was going to be a lot of work since Ryan was hairy. It was light hair, but rather thick around his legs, with just some fuzz on his chest. I had always been into shaving and had shaved my privates but never a whole body. I quickly found out this is a lot of work that requires a lot of time and effort. In the future I told Ryan he would be responsible for keeping himself shaved, because of If I ever had to do this again, he wouldn't enjoy it. I used an electric razor to shave Ryan down to a fine stubble. Then a lathered him up really well and went to work on him with a standard razor. During all this Ryan stood at attention and did as told when he was asked to move this body part or that body part. After hour and a half of hard work, I was done. Standing before me was the lean-well muscled hairless body. But wait, I wasn't done. To top it off I gave him a buzz cut that would make my mom, the beautician, proud. I told Ryan to shower to get rid off the loose hair.
When Ryan stepped out of the share wet and hairless I had this overwhelming urge to spank him. I told him to brace himself against the wall, then I took his towel twirled it up and started snapping it on his ass. I enjoyed myself, since I had not done this since high school. I continued this activity for about 15 minutes. When I was finished, Ryan's ass and back of is thighs were peppered with little red marks from the towel. I then decided that this would become part of the daily shower activity. Having Ryan stay here was a great idea.
Ryan and I fell into a great routine. Ryan loved the constant attention and guidance. Something he never got at home. I loved giving him the guidance, but most off all I loved the opportunity to play with his hot ass.
*************
About two weeks after Ryan moved in I was at the grocery store when I ran into Ryan's father Doug. Doug is in his mid-forties, his face is just like Ryan's with the same beautiful blue eyes, only with graying around the temples. His body, however, was not like Ryan's body. He was 5'10" and stocky. No, stocky doesn't cut it imagine a solid cement column 5'10 by 2' feet, that was Doug. He was a heating and air condition man, thus well tanned from being outside a lot. We stopped and talked a bit about things then the conversations moved to Ryan.
"So, how is it going with Ryan at your house? I hope he is not giving you much trouble?" Doug asked.
"No trouble at all, he is very well behaved." I said.
"Yea, it is surprising he dropped out of school and came back here a screw up and now he is beginning to shape up. From the way he talk it sounds like you have been giving him some help. He sure looks up to you." He said
"Thanks, All he needed was a little direction in his life. I was glad I was able to give it to him." I said.
"All along he has taken your advice and hasn't given you any trouble?" He asked.
"Well, from time to time, he has been resistant, but I just use a firm hand to guide him." I said smirking at my little joke.
"Well, you have had more success with him in a short period of time than I have had in his whole life. I'm now having the same problem with Ryan's brother Brett." Doug said despondently.
I replied. "It sounds like Brett needs some firm guidance from you."
"Yes, he does I just don't know what to do. When I was a kid if I misbehaved. Dad would order me to get the strap, then force me to strip, drape me over a sawhorse in the garage, and then give me at least 50 whacks with the belt. All this was usually in front of my brothers. I tell you I learned my lessons quick. But when my wife and I had children I promised her I wouldn't spank the children, since she was raised that spanking was wrong. I always wonder if that was a mistake." Doug said.
"I think it is. I know for me that it was my Dad's strap that helped raise me into the responsible man that I am today. I'm sure that it is not to late for Brett." I said.
"I don't know. First my wife would kill me. I'm still not sure if it would work, or if I could even be able to do it. Besides, Ryan shaping up without the strap." He said.
"Well it sounds like you have some issues to overcome. Like your own guilt about how the boys were raised. You know what is best you just need to do it. It took a lot a work with Ryan to get him to overcome his lack of discipline." I said.
I also wanted to say, "Did I ever say I didn't use a strap." But I restrained myself and said good-bye. I thought to myself what a shame he could have prevented all his grief if only he would have spanked his boys. Someone needs to teach him that is how to deal with his sons. I only wish I could be that someone.
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Several days later when I got home from work I noticed a few dishes on the counter. I thought to myself it was odd Ryan usually cleans up. Then I looked into the backyard and couldn't see Ryan. I wondered were he was. Finally, when I looked out the patio doors I saw him lying on lounger, drinking a beer.
"Just what do you think your doing? Why aren't you working and why is there a mess on the counter?" I demanded as I stepped out onto the patio.
"Sorry, Sir. The let me off work early so I completed my tasks in the yard early. So I thought I would relax and have something to eat and drink. I should have cleaned up the counter. I am sorry." He replied.
"Boy, you know the rules, when I come home from work I want to see that gorgeous naked body of yours working in the yard, not lying back and enjoying my beer. You also know that the kitchen is to always remain clean." I said very forcefully.
I then reached down grabbed him by the balls with one hand and his collar bone with the other and dragged him up off the lounger. I ordered him over to the specially built fence. The fence was six feet long two and half feet high split rail fence. I told him to drape himself over it. He complied. I got some rope and tied his wrists to the fence posts on one side and his ankles to the post on the other side. He was now basically tied spread eagle, but just folded in half over the rail. I took more rope tied one end to his balls then pulled as far as I could, when he screamed I staked down the rope.
"Take it like a man, or I will have to gag you." I said.
He replied. "Yes, Sir"
About a week ago I had purchased a riding crop so I decided to give it a try. First a peppered the back of his left thigh with the crop. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! I did this about 20 times I could hear Ryan trying to muffle his cries. I then switched to the right thigh, Ryan had to bite his lip. Once I was done with his thighs. I picked up a small fallen branch and stuck it up is ass and slowly moved it in and out of his ass. The rough bark scraped the smooth tissue of his asshole, causing him to squirm quite a bit. I finally yanked the stick out of his ass, picked up the crop and started in on his ass.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Sir, I am sorry please stop." He cried
"NO!" I said.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Please, sir!" He pleaded.
"Just a little more. You need to learn your lesson." I replied
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" I heard a deep man's voice say.
I turned around on saw Doug, Ryan's father, standing in my backyard. I suddenly found my self scared and excited.
"Just what the hell are you doing to my son?" He demanded.
I sucked in my breath built up my nerve and said, "Teaching your son the discipline that you should have done."
"THIS is what you mean about giving him guidance. You tie him up like a dog and wail on his ass." He stated firmly.
"I have to do that. I have 21 years of bad parental discipline to make up for. You yourself said that he was being better. Just how do you think that happened? This helps him if you don't believe me ask him." I said pointing to his son, who was still tied down to the fence rail.
"Is this true, boy. Is this what you needed all along?" He asked looking at his red-assed tied up son.
Ryan craned his neck from his bent position looked his dad in the face as best he could and said haltingly. "Well, dad I think so....yes, yes it is. It wasn't till I had my first spanking that I realized how bad and childish I was being. It is the constant discipline and guidance that I am getting that has helped me improve my life. I need this!"
"But look how your treated! Look at the shape your ass is in!" Doug implored. Doug also noticed the shape of his son's dick, it was still at full attention. He decided not to mention it.
"I know that but I needed this." Ryan said then added "I needed this from you all along but couldn't get it."
"Well your twenty-one and if this is what you want then fine. I am proud of you boy the way you have improved and the way you took that beating." He said.
"Thanks Dad." Ryan replied.
Doug turned to me and said, " I may not necessarily approve, but if it is working and Ryan wants it then more power to you. I only wish I would have disciplined him when he was younger."
"It may be to late for Ryan, but it is not to late for your other son Brett." I said.
"I can't. It is just not in me and I don't know what to do." Doug said.
"YOU PUSSY!" I yelled, "Here you are bitching about how your sons have turned out. Yelling at me for what I am doing, even though I am making progress with your son. You have no balls. You have screwed up and don't want to admit it. It's your guilt. You're the one that needs a spanking for your poor parenting!" I said to hesitantly.
"WHAT! Do you think you can throw me up and tie me down that easy? Do think you can force me into a spanking? He demanded.
I knew he had me. He was much bigger than I was and I knew I could never take him. So I decided to change tactics.
"I am not forcing you into a spanking I am offering one to you. Hear me out. I honestly think what has you tied up in so many knots is your guilt. You said yourself spanking was good for you, it was your wife who didn't want it. Now that you have been proved right by me your guilt is overwhelming. You could have saved yourself all the headache if only you had done what your heart told you. You have a chance with your other son. But first you need to release yourself from you burden of guilt. The best and quickest way to do that is shed it with pain. Let me spank you, then you will be able to get on with your life." I stated passionately.
Doug pondered a bit and said. "I don't know ....it sounds ....well weird. I know I should have been stricter and I do feel guilty ... But will spanking me help. It is just to weird. I do want Brett to turn around ....I just don't know."
"Trust me once this is over the guilt will be released and you will feel confident to take on Brett." I reiterated.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." He said.
"Fine, First I need you to strip." I said.
Well I couldn't believe I convinced him, neither could Ryan when he saw his Dad taking of his clothes preparing to get spanked. Doug undressed and stood before me he was like I thought, solid. He had a hairy barrel chest and legs the size of timbers covered in hair, but he was stilling wearing underwear.
"I said, strip that includes the underwear." I stated firmly.
He was hesitant but he complied. I could finally see his thick dick and low hanging balls the size of tennis balls. I pointed him to a place in the yard to stand. I positioned him so that Ryan, in his bounded state, could get a good view without straining in his neck. I told Doug this would be a straightforward spanking with the leather belt and to bend over and grab his ankles. Once he did this I got a great view of his ass and began to wonder if the belt and my arm could hold up. The butt was big, but solid, no fat, no wiggle. I asked myself how am I going to inflict a painful spanking on I guy with a brick butt. It would take all the energy I had.
"Okay, let see, Ryan is 21 and Brett is 17. You should get a swat for each year of their lives that you didn't discipline them and double it because you knew better. That makes 76. Plus I have spent the last, oh, 60 days doing to Ryan what you should have done, so you should get a swat for each day. So that makers 136 swats. Take them like a man. I want you to count them off and thank me for the pleasure after each one. Understood?
Doug simply said. "Yes, sir"
SMACK! "One, Thank you."
SMACK! "Two, Thank you."
SMACK! "Three, Thank you."
....
I was having to hit hard to make a mark on the well-muscled glutes, but it was working.
....
SMACK! "Fifteen, Thank you."
SMACK! "Sixteen. Thank you."
....
I was enjoying this. Doug had a beautiful ass. Immediately I had the urge to _f_u_c_k_ it right after the spanking was over. I wanted to push him down on all fours and just plow his ass then and there, but I knew it couldn't be. If I did that Ryan would lose all respect for his father. Seeing his father spanked then _f_u_c_k_ed by me would put his dad on equal footing with him. Once that happened Ryan would never look up to his father the same way again. Most importantly even though Doug took the spanking I knew he would never stand to have some guys dick up his ass. Most likely I would get the _s_h_i_t_ beat out of me. But I did enjoy fantasizing about it as I smacked his butt.
SMACK! "FIFTY ....FIFTY EIGHT Thank you."
SMACK! " Fifty nine, Thanks ya."
....
He was beginning to really feel it as the once white hairy ass was turning a beautiful shade of pink accented by small red marks.
SMACK! "SEVENTY! OH PLEASE! THANK YOU!"
SMACK! "SAVENTY ONNNNE. Thank you!"
....
He was crying now. Ryan looked on from his position over the rail. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing, his dad getting the spanking of his life. Watching this made him embarrassed and hard at the same time. He just didn't know what to think.
SMACK! "OHHHHHHH GOD, Ninety Eight, Thank you!"
SMACK! "NINEty-nine, Please oh thank you."
....
He was beginning to fade he no longer could hold onto his ankles a couple of times I had to relax the rhythm so he could catch his breath. I wasn't sure he was going to make it.
SMACK! "onetwenty one thankyou"
SMACK! "onetwentyttwa, thank"
....
He stumbled. I caught him and told him it was almost over.
SMACK! "onethirtyfive ssssshshshsh thank you."
SMACK! "onethirty SIX thank....." He cried and collapased.
I picked him up walked over to the lounger and laid him down, face down. I noticed as I this his dick was rock hard, in spite of the pain.
"It's over." I said.
"He turned his head looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you."
I let Doug rest. I walked over to Ryan untied him and helped him up. Ryan still was amazed at all that happened and still hard. Doug had caught his breath and was standing up to shake off the pain. I thought while he was shaking off I would shake him up. I grabbed Ryan's dick and began to stroke it, Ryan immediately started moaning because he was ready to cum. I knew I had Doug's attention with what I was doing.
I turned to Doug and said, "You may get dressed." I then turned back to Ryan.
Then with one hand on Ryan's dick, I put my other hand around the nape of Ryan's neck and drew him to me. I then firmly planted my lips on his and gave him a long deep kiss. I twisted Ryan slightly so I could see Doug. He was just staring. After I was done began to push Ryan down on his knees and signaled him to take down my pants. I saw Doug's eyes widen. I thought I would spare him seeing his son suck my _c_o_c_k_.
"I hope I have helped. You can go now. I hope you work it out with your other son, Brett." I said.
"Thanks, you were right I feel a lot less guilty. Actually I just feel pain, but I will get over it. I think now I should be able to take care of Brett." He replied and turned to leave the back yard.
As Doug left Ryan had got my pants down and began taking my very hard _c_o_c_k_ into his mouth. As his mouth bobbed up and down on my _c_o_c_k_, I turned towards the fence and say two eyes looking in. I grabbed Ryan by the head and began shoving him harder and faster into my _c_o_c_k_. The eyes behind the fence remained. I told Ryan to get down on all fours. As I began to insert my _c_o_c_k_ into Ryan's ass, I turned around and the eyes were gone. I guess there was a limit to what he could watch his son do.
*****
What happened when Doug got home.
As Doug pulled into the driveway of his house he was shifting from buttock to buttock to try to relieve the pain of his burning ass. He couldn't believe how he felt. He had just been through an intense, painful, and somewhat erotic experience, and he felt like he could take on the world. He thought to himself he may have failed with Ryan, but he would not fail with Brett. After all he had paid his due now, he was ready to move on. He thought of Ryan and felt bad that he let him down, but knew he was in good hands. He still couldn't explain to himself why he watched in son service another man or why he felt excited by it. Oh well he had discipline to take care off.
As Doug entered the house he hollered, "Brett are you here."
"In here dad!" Brett replied.
Doug waddled into the family room and looked at his son lying on the couch in shorts and a T-shirt. While he and Ryan shared the same face he shared his body with Brett. Brett was a solid wall of muscle. 5', 10" with brown hair and blue eyes and the tender sloping face of his mother. As tender as his face was his body was all man. Covered with hair and thick.
"Dad, why are you walking so funny" he asked
Doug replied honestly, "I just got my assed spanked for being a bad parent and lax in my discipline."
"What are you talking about?" Brett asked shocked.
"Boy, we need to talk. Today for the first time in a long time I have been reminded that I have neglected my fatherly duties to you. For too long I haven't disciplined you or your brother, now how just hope it isn't to late?" Doug said.
"What do you mean?" Brett asked with alarm in his voice.
"I mean do you remember last week when you were late, then lied to me, then ignored the fact I grounded you? Well for that I did nothing. I was wrong. You need to be spanked. I am going to correct that now. " He said very seriously.
"You have got to be kidding." Brett laughed.
"I am not, get up and strip. You are getting a bare assed spanking." He demanded.
Brett was now scared, he had never seen his dad this way. What had gotten into him, but more importantly how was he going to get out of it?
"Mom, would never let you do this you know she doesn't believe in spanking." Brett implored.
"Let me deal with Mom. Now up and strip." He demanded.
Brett replied. "But Dad, this isn't you. You need to calm down you ...."
He was cut off as his dad yanked him up off the sofa and said. "Look you are getting this whether you like it our not you can do it the easy way or the hard way. It is your choice."
Brett cried. "But Dad ...." SMACK! " NOO!" He yelled as his dad's hand hit him in the backside.
"Easy or Hard. I can strip you myself, tie you down, and spank you till you bleed or you can comply. Trust me it will be easier." Doug said.
At that Brett relaxed. He pulled off his shirt to reveal a hairy well-built chest. He then dropped his shorts he never wore underwear so now he was completely naked.
Doug took stock of his son who he hadn't seen naked in years. All of that weight lifting his son had done with his football buddies sure paid off. Brett was solid, wiht a huge chest and legs that could hold back anyone that rushed him. Doug also looked at his son's privates, Brett had his dad big tennis balls dangle between his legs.
"Move over here and drape yourself over the arm of the couch." Doug ordered.
Brett complied.
"Now I am going to give you fifty whacks with my belt and you will take them like a man. Understood?" Doug Asked.
"Yes, Dad." Brett Replied.
Doug removed his belt from his pants positioned himself in front of Brett and began.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
By this time Brett was squirming. He had never been spanked before. He just couldn't handle it. He started fighting it, trying to escape the leather belt as it landed on his ass.
Doug noticed this and tried to hold him down with one hand and spank with the other, but it wasn't working.
"Fine, if you can't take it like a man. We will start over and you will take it over my knee." He said loudly and yanked Brett up.
"Dad, Dad I'm sorry please not over the knee." Bret implored and tried to get away.
Brett was strong, but Doug was stronger and pulled him back. He started to pull Brett toward him and noticed Brett's once flaccid _c_o_c_k_ was now semi-hard. Doug ignored it and simply pulled Brett over his knee and pinned him in so he couldn't get away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Doug continued till he reached fifty. By this time Brett was crying. Doug helped Brett stand up. Doug noticed that despite the punishment Brett's dick was completely hard. '_d_a_m_n_!' Doug thought to himself 'Do all the men in his family get hard when there asses are whacked? '
Doug then hugged Brett and said " I love you son, but I had to do it."
" I know I deserved it and have for a long time. I am sorry. I love you too." Brett replied.
"Just so you understand, from now on you screw up, you get spanked. Understood?" Doug asked.
"Understood Dad, I will behave." Brett replied.
"We'll see. Right now I am going to go take a shower. Clean up here. By the way you are grounded for the next two weeks. Break it and there will be a hell of a spanking." He said.
Brett replied, "Yes Dad." He then started cleaning up.
Later, as Doug stood in the shower pumping his dick and making sure to avoid the sharp needle like water spray on his welted backside, he thought to himself what a day. Doug wished he would have done this a long time ago, but better late than never. Now the only problem was how was he going to explain spanking Brett and his own red ass to his wife. He then realized it shouldn't be a problem, she would be in for a long night of lovemaking, since he had all this _s_e_x_ually excitement built up inside of him. There won't be any questions till tomorrow.
*****
Back at my house Ryan was getting off the phone.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"My brother, Brett." Ryan replied.
"Oh yea, how is he." I asked as if I didn't know.
"Sore, seems like Dad came home with his ass spanked and decided to do it to him as well. He wanted to know if I knew anything about it?" He said.
"Oh, and how did you answer that?" I asked.
"I told him that Dad came over to talk to you about how you shaped me up and that you showed him." Ryan replied.
"And?" I asked.
"He couldn't believe it, but he is still trying to process what all his happening, especially one thing." He said.
"Oh, what is that?" I asked.
"He could not understand why he got so hard and excited during the spanking. He said he was so hard that he had to whack off twice just to calm down. I joked that it could be worse, but didn't go into it." He said.
"Oh really, twice? Perhaps I should ask your Dad if he could send Brett over to help you out in the yard." I replied.
"That would be nice, Sir." Ryan said with a smirk.
I made a mental note to call and talk to Doug tomorrow. Then I ordered Ryan to bend over and gave him ten whacks just for the hell of it.
Well how did you like the fourth part? Do you want a fifth? Your comments are appreciated.