Jeff knew he was in for it tonight. He just knew it!
The mere though of it raised tension in his groin.
But he couldn't help it! He knew he was going to get it!
He'd been told to be there at 8, but he just couldn't make it. He couldn't leave the class until it was over. Then it was the mad dash home to change with just enough time for everything to be fine, fine, that is, until he hit traffic and the taxi ride was slower than walking it almost seemed! Tonight of all nights! It was never this bad. Now it was already almost 8 and he still was stuck on the subway to the suburbs, the train making its way through the caverns of the city. He wouldn't take kindly to his not being there on time either. He just knew it. He could feel the tension in his _c_o_c_k_ he'd stuffed quickly in his far too tight jeans. He'd forced himself in them as quickly as possible after showering in record time and yanked up the zipper as he dashed out the door, his penny loafers in his hand so he could put them on waiting for the elevator, even then knowing he was pushing it for time. But he just hadn't had the time he needed and now standing there in the subway with everyone looking at him, his briefs strap-things were ridding up uncomfortably in a way that only added to his _s_e_x_ual tension that was rising by the minute.
He looked at his watch on his thin wrist hanging down out from under his denim jacket on this half warm evening. It was 10 to 8 and he was still no where close. Dam it, Damien would be pissed, really pissed and Damien was not the kind of executive you kept waiting for you and wondering where you were on a Friday night! That is, not unless you wanted to feel his paddle when you finally walked in!
His whole body tensed as he looked at the yuppies in the suits and ties reading their papers and heading home to the little ones, maybe, all around him. They would have dinner waiting for them when they got there, at least maybe, when they walked in the door. He, well he'd probably walk in to find Damien just standing smugly there and with that _d_a_m_n_ed paddle in his hand waiting to greet him in a more old-fashioned way. They'd get kissed and hugged and looking so fancy in their spiffy suits. He'd get hugged too but then Damien's hands would travel down cupping his buns in his own tight jeans before opening his buckle to begin that stupid old process he knew so well when Damien had decided his jeans were coming down to get it. They'd get kissed. He'd get stripped. They'd get a drink handed to them. He'd get Damien's hand back on his ass, patting it tenderly for the spanking that he'd be in for being late. The others would sit down to dinner. He'd be walking back into that far bedroom where Damien would be pulling him across his lap for a spanking and then a good dose of paddling. Sitting down at dinner seemed an unlikely option. They'd have conversation. He'd soon be sobbing. Maybe he'd sit down much later, but it sure wouldn't be comfortably! Damien's paddling him would just be the begging of it. It usually was that way when he'd broken a stupid rule and got caught being late!
Jeff felt his buns clench still automatically at the though, the tight denim moved with them like the second skin they were; but he still looked at them standing there in their business suits. How many of them still get spanked, he could only wonder? Probably none, he suspected, though a few of their wives or girlfriends, who knows, maybe even lover, might have grasped the advantages to it if they wanted them to perform well too? Would any of them have any understanding of his feelings right now? He doubted it, looking at them, watching them watching him.
"_d_a_m_n_ it! Why did I have to be late tonight?" he almost said it out loud.
He looked at them. Some still reading their papers, some just looking around and one or two that even stared his way while trying to hide it. OK, maybe he looked hot, but it was a Friday night and he was late. And he was hot, so shove it!
_d_a_m_n_ it! He had to get to Damien's place right now!
But the train wasn't cooperating, now the crowd was only jamming in closer and closer around him as the underground snaked it's way to his destination. He knew he was going to get it now. It was almost 8!
* * * * * *
I must have looked different, I mean I suppose, to the returning from work yuppie crowd, but I knew it could have also been the way I was dressed to visit Damien. Yea, for sure, my old Levi's were too tight and too old and far too worn too and I looked well stacked in them, I'd heard it all before; but, well, my denim jacket was open and well, I wasn't wearing a T or any kind of a shirt under it, so why shouldn't I be? I mean, I was dressed like Damien liked me, and maybe we'd go out later tonight, but that wasn't the point because when he'd said on the phone that I should be there tonight a 8 and 'dressed like I like you' well, I knew exactly what he meant and you can be _d_a_m_n_ed sure I was going to do it too. I wasn't dumb enough to risk what I knew I couldn't handle over a stupid shirt or nothing. Anyway, nothing wrong with a guy my age showing it. I know I've got it!
I mean like Damien might have been gay and all that but I didn't give a healthy _d_a_m_n_ about anything like that. He knew lots of people and I needed those connections, introductions, whatever. My goals in life were clear, and I needed to go through him to get there quickly too. But the real reason I dressed like he told me to was simple: I like to dress like this, I even liked at least some of his attention at least some of the time, and I wanted those connections, and, oh yea, don't forget the stupid stuff, he's the one that's got the paddle! Damien really knows how to use it too!
The car still sped under the surface and now my 'ancyness' was right through the ceiling. I wasn't just going to be late now, I WAS LATE!!!!! Signing my own death warrant I was.
He liked my body, hell I did too. I wasn't afraid to use what I had to get where I wanted, but it was more than that, I mean hell, I'm only young once, but Damien had turned out to throw me a curve ball. He didn't just like access to my body and having me around sometimes. _s_h_i_t_, his "thing" turned out to be that he didn't want to just see my buns and take me for a roll in the hay like most guys did, parade me at a disco, stuff I liked. No, not Damien. He was into spanking! It turned him on, I know it does. And he'd like to use any excuse he could get to give me one! All this bull _s_h_i_t_ about my needing to learn discipline and all that crap. Hell, he just liked to spank me. And, what's better reason for that than his having explicitly told me to be there at 8 p. m. and my now being stuck on this stupid train?!? Hell, I'm not dumb enough to believe he isn't going to use it either. _s_h_i_t_, he didn't need an excuse to spank me anyway, but when he had one I couldn't wiggle out of, he'd do it to me for sure.
The first time I found out about him, I thought he was kidding! I'd showed and was lounging around his place in a long flowing red and white silk lounge robe, up for a quiet evening around his place with the TV and some good music after a superior dinner, maybe even some romance. That didn't happen. Well, at least the music was on, but he parted my robe and started enjoying the merchandise. Hell, lots of guys have tried that. I was up for it and I like an older executive type now and then. Probably even I encouraged it, now that I think about it. I liked it for sure until he told me I was going to have to take a spanking over his knees, just like that. I was shocked, but he wasn't. I'd, like, more call him just plain determined. I tried to get out of it, renegotiating and all, but I ended up over his knees anyway, naively feeling I could handle it and got spanked that night, my first one ever. Sure I was bare, but it was only his hand. "Only", so I thought. No way. His hand was more than enough that first night he took me across his lap and spanked me. Unfortunately I couldn't handle it! First it was only squirming over his lap and giving him a good show for it, letting my buns and all do my talking for me and give him better ideas I thought. But this guy turned out to be experienced and boy did he ever know how to spank a guy. I let loose against my will and every intention and found myself crying. I hadn't cried for years since like maybe the last time a teacher had spanked me back in the 9th grade maybe, but when I started crying over his knees that night it just seemed to energize him more and the more I sobbed, the more he spanked me. He likes to and he likes me bare butt as well and although I can adapt to some of that, it's the paddle he uses for what he calls "punishment" that I don't like and don't want tonight for sure! And I don't want to give him a reason!!! But I'm already late!
Damien's a friend of the family, long time and good close one too. I was stupid enough to want to come to the University here in the big city partly because he was such a good friend and I thought it would be nice to know someone in the town given my folks are, what, almost two thousand miles away! No problem. Hell, I didn't know he got his kicks out of spanking kid's bare asses back then, but I do now. Anyway, my folks finally agreed, only after I got admitted, I could come here but not exactly trusting my maturity it was with the condition that they'd put my funds and allowance with him and he could sort of look after me. They meant nothing more than help, I was sure! I thought it was a great idea back then! I figured he was gay, but I can handle that! I didn't figure that he'd want to spank me though.
I suppose I could have complained to Dad, still could; but can't see that accomplishing much except my getting yanked back home quick to attend the local school, especially given my grades haven't been the best yet with all the general course things. Hell, for all I know they already know he's been spanking me, so, well, I accept what I got coming and enjoy the hospitality and all the doors he's opening for me and if that means I've got to put up with a man who likes spanking me and supplements my allowance as well, that's just the way it is.
Basically he spanks me for two reasons: grades or something I've done, and in that case, OK, I'll admit he usually has a point; or on just some nights when he decides to. No reason given, no questions asked. I get it. That's it.
Actually I was fairly sure that was what he had in mind for tonight anyway, but his paddle really hurts and that I don't look forward to.
OK, so I'm hot, I'm young, and I'm normal! And the stupid yuppie in the suit crushing beside me in this dumb train who just slipped me his phone number didn't look to bad or not normal either. What's the big deal!?! It's a life, but I doubt I'll call this one. Too stiff looking. Too young. Not my type.
Finally the dumb train stopped and I bolted out, knocking half of the dumb yuppies out of my way, and bounding up the stairs, gave the yuppies still close enough to me to see, including the guy who slipped me his number, a nice view of my tight posterior. Anyway, I got to the street level in record time and dashed down and around and then didn't bother with the Elevator as I bounded up those steps too and finally was there at his door. A guy's life's not easy these days! _s_h_i_t_, I was out of breath!
I rang the bell, no hesitantly.
A minute later, I heard a voice "just a minute" and he opened the door. Standing there as he opened it in his full suit, white shirt and Hermes tie, I felt suddenly stupid dressed like this as I looked at him and stepped inside into his arms as he shut the door behind me. Hell, it was the way he liked me. His greeting was more warm than I'd expected given my lateness, but he hugged me and I hugged him back sincerely and with all the passion I could muster even when his hands went under my jacket and then he stepped back a bit. Maybe this was going to be OK after all! I mean, after all, I liked the guy! Then, his hands were on my Levi tops near my belt. I could hope for a good feel and maybe just an evening of pleasing a man I really liked anyway. My _c_o_c_k_ began to do it's thing and extend in my jeans. It always does when he holds me like that!
He noticed.
"Now here's an eager boy." He commented in his superior tone and manner, talking down to me, even though I was giving him a thrill I knew, "Looks like you've been missing me."
Yea, sure, dream on like you don't know I can attract what I want, but I knew how to play him little greeting game to my advantage.
"Hope you like me like this, Sir." I followed my quickly formulated plan, "I dressed like you like me and you already know I missed you."
He smiled, half laughed, his hand tracing the bulge in my jeans down my right thigh while his other hand pulled the top of my Levi's more toward him, checking out what I was wearing under them. Hell, I understand men, especially this one, and was wearing the strap he had given me as a gift in one of those more intimate moments when he wasn't taking his pleasure in spanking me. I'd modeled it for him, and he'd loved it. He hadn't told me to wear it for him. I wanted to.
"Good, I'm glad you're wearing it." He smiled
Hell, I was glad too and glad I thought of it especially since I was late! Felt good too! I like it down there like that. Feels good hugging my balls and like parting my cheeks and thinking he's going to be taken it down too. Guess maybe I'm too sensual sometimes for my own good, but tonight it's in my favour.
He felt the bulge again that was almost uncomfortable down there now with the tightness of my jeans. Hell ,I was normal and _s_e_x_ is something a kid my age really enjoys, or at least I do! I was up for it, but make mine the vanilla kind, at least with him!
"Yes, and very eager tonight, aren't you?"
"Always, always with you. I missed you I guess." I was playing it for all it was worth. "Why should that surprise you?' I kissed him lightly.
"So, maybe I'll have to get you out of these right here and we'll take care of it for you?"
He was in his element, things were working right for me now. My frustrations and anxieties were heading south rapidly!
"I'm sure you'd make it memorable even here if you want; but you know it's up to you and I care for you."
Score my side. The idiot. I could handle him tonight.
He reached over and threw the dead bolt in the lock. He nudged me around and checked out my buns in my old Levi's.
"These look good too," he said feeling and patting them.
That I don't like, I just don't, sorry! But, I said nothing.
"Yea," I tried my best at a _s_e_x_y moan. "It's nice to be in the hands of a man who appreciates all of me."
OK, I was trying!
"Oh, I appreciate all of you for sure and I'm sure we'll have you out of these things soon enough," he said turning me around and letting me hold him again tightly, rubbing against him as seductively as I knew how. "But, aren't you forgetting something?"
"No, I don't think so," I said, still rubbing my charm, "was I suppose to bring some wine or something?"
"Nooooo" he purred, "but what time is it, my son?"
"Eight, isn't it?"
"Good try. Actually about 20 minutes after 8 now."
"Really?" I sounded surprised and I was trying to! "Are you sure, I thought I was just 8."
Jeez, I thought to myself, please don't check my watch!
But he was having none of it, and I knew where this was probably leading now! I knew him well.
"What time did I tell you to be here, Jeff?"
"Ah, 8 o'clock, but I got here as soon as I could. I mean the trains were crowed and probably just running a little late, like that."
"And what happens when you disobey me, Jeff?"
"Ah, really, I thought it was just 8 now."
"Jeff, you're not answering me now. I'll try one more time. What happens when you disobey me, Jeff?"
He pulled me closer to him, his right hand grabbing my buns.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Sir."
"Jeffrey."
"When I disobey you, I get spanked, Sir." Not much else I could say really! I knew what he wanted to hear. "but I tried my best, Sir. I really thought it was just 8 and I was on time. Can't you give me a break for trying just one time?"
When all else fails . . ..
"What happens when you disobey me, Jeff?"
"You spank me, you spank me, Sir."
I held him tightly and as seductively as I knew how to. OK, OK, he's going to spank me for it and I knew that, and it's going to hurt like hell, but at least he doesn't have that _d_a_m_n_ed paddle in his hand!
I tried tenderness, holding him as seductively as I knew how to, pulling out all the charms. My _c_o_c_k_ was doing it's part perfectly and he could feel it, I knew.
"I know it's the rule, Sir. I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Sir, but if you say I'm late and I've got to get a spanking and that's your decision, then I respect you for it and if you'll let me get out of these jeans, I'm ready to get that spanking from you, Sir. You're always been fair . . ." I almost choked on that! ". . . in the past and the rule is the rule, I know you're in charge and looking out for my best interest and OK, I know I've been slipping and was kind'a hoping you'd take care and pull me back in line soon anyway, so if that's your decision and I got'ta get out of my cloths and get spanked now, I'm ready for it, Sir. I'm ready. You know I'll take it, Sir."
I was running at the mouth! _s_h_i_t_!
But, he just pulled me more tightly to him and I kissed him. He returned my kiss, his hands all over me now. He seemed even touched in some strange way. Maybe I should have played this card long ago? Hell, no one wants spanked! We held like that a long time, or at least it seemed like a long time.
"Yes, Jeff, you're right. The rule's the rule and you know the rule. We've been over all this before; so I guess I am going to have to take time and spank you. You never seem to learn, do you?"
I sighed, rubbed a bit closer.
"Ah, yes, Sir, ER, I mean no, Sir."
He hugged me very intimately and tightly. He understood and so did I. I was going to feel his hand on my ass and spanking me. Once that was clear, he wasn't going to change his mind either. But there were levels, I might still be able to avoid his paddle and bawling my eyes out . . .
"You may be right that's I've let things slip, but that's my fault not yours. Anyway, I'm happy you told me your feelings. I'll look after you more carefully from now on."
"And I meant it too, sir."
Keep trying! Keep trying!
"But remember, this time it will also be the Paddle you need."
_s_h_i_t_!!!!! And he said it so calmly and nicely too!
"Ah, do you have to, sir. I mean when you spank me it's like really effective without that!"
I meant it! It was! It really was!
"Yes, but I told you that the last time, be late again and I'll use the paddle on you, son." He pushed back slightly and looked me straight in the eye, still smiling or grinning. He was enjoying this! I was not!!!!! "Didn't I?"
Hell, how do you answer a question like that!?!?!?!?!
"Yes, Sir."
"OK, then the paddle it will be."
He seemed genuinely happy! I was genuinely NOT!
"Shall I take down my jeans here, Sir, or are you going to take them down for me?"
I'd learned from experience that blatant words of submission got him going and sometimes could put me back in control. Damien loved me bare assed and I loved it the way he or any man looked at me when I was. I knew by this time how to wiggle my ass and I had no problems with doing it either when it was in my best interests.
He looked at me longingly, cruising his eyes down my waist. He'd bite. Hell, I'd end up bare assed, getting his feels right here in the front hallway, but who cares? Not me!
"Wait just a minute, a few minutes won't matter."
Woah, now there's a first. He always wanted my _c_o_c_k_ in his palms when he started one of these things. His getting it with my Levi's and whatever down usually guaranteed what I'd be getting even if he did try that _d_a_m_n_ed paddle wouldn't be anything I couldn't handle. Still, I wanted to get it over with. . .
"It's up to you, Sir. You decide. I'll take what I've got coming, Sir. You've always been fair to me."
He loved it and I knew it!
He held me tightly and seemed almost emotional. His hands traveled down my back and once he got to my ass, I was sure I'd soon find them in my Levi's and I'd be back in control of things. He held me, even too long. Then we walked together toward the huge living room in his place off to the right and all. His one hand kept patting my ass. He loves to do this, I knew! As soon as he got my jeans off, he'd be Casper milk toast again for sure. This wasn't going to be too bad tonight for sure.
When we got to the living room, then, I immediately saw TWO things quickly.
The Paddle I dreaded was sitting there prominently on his coffee table!!!! It was the first thing to catch my eyes as it was right beneath an extremely huge green oval vase containing a very large number of spectacularly bright red, long stemmed roses. They were beautiful!
But . . .
(to be continued . . .)