This is a continuation of "Asking for it." I strongly suggest that you read part one and part two before reading this part.
Bobby awoke with a start. It had been a very fitful night for him and he had gotten little sleep. He was worried about what Mr. Welch was going to say if he discovered what Steven had done to him last night. Sure, the spanking had been exciting and he'd done it willingly, but now he felt guilty. No one had to tell him that the man wouldn't approve of what they did after the spanking. Bobby was full of guilt and embarrassment over what he'd done and he was sick with worry that Mr. Welch might find out.
Other than a few knowing smiles, Steven acted as if nothing had happened between the two of them and said absolutely nothing about the prior night's activities. One thing for certain though, he sure didn't seem very concerned about his uncle's reaction. He also didn't appear to be feeling the least bit guilty about it either. Bobby kept a distance between them all day, he really didn't want to talk with Steven about it.
Mr. Welch returned unannounced around dinner time and let Steven go home. Something told him that there had been a problem between the two boys in spite of Steven's assurances that nothing happened while he'd been away. Bobby's demeanor told him just the opposite, he was acting strangely. Throughout dinner he wouldn't make eye contact with the man and he wasn't very talkative. Mr. Welch didn't press the boy about it. He figured that Bobby would tell him soon enough.
They went to bed that night, without Bobby saying anything about what happened. For the second night in a row Bobby didn't sleep. His guilt was growing and he felt as if he had betrayed the man's trust. About four in the morning, Bobby decided that he had to confess. He couldn't live with the secret any longer. Regardless of the man's reaction, he had to tell him everything or he'd never feel right about himself again. Once the decision was made, the boy slept soundly until Mr. Welch woke him for breakfast.
They ate in silence. Bobby was almost in a panic knowing what he had to do. Mr. Welch was a patient man though, and he simply waited for the boy to open up. He knew it wouldn't be long and before they had cleared the table, Bobby said, "Mr. Welch, I need to talk to you about something."
The man discreetly smiled knowing that Bobby was finally going to tell him what had happened. He knew the boy very well. Whatever happened, Bobby needed to get it off his chest. "Sure Bobby," he answered reassuringly. "What's on your mind?"
"I....I have to tell you something," Bobby began, tears welling in his eye's. Now that the admission was started, he felt frightened. "After you left, . . . " The boy choked. He couldn't finish what he was trying to say.
"Go ahead, Bobby," Mr. Welch urged. "It's OK."
"I....ah, I did something that I shouldn't have," Bobby managed to say.
"Oh," the man said, acting surprised. "What did you do?"
Bobby couldn't contain his emotions any longer and cried, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I just didn't think." Tears streamed down the boy's face as he looked up at the man. His face was twisted with anguish.
"It's OK, Bobby," the man softly said, putting an arm around the boy. "You can tell me. It will be all right."
The boy took a deep breath and tried to control himself. "I let Steven spank me," he said, the words barely audible.
"You what?" Mr. Welch asked, the tone of his voice going cold.
"He knew you spanked me and kept asking me to let him do it," the boy explained. "I tried to tell him no, but he just kept after me until I said he could. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, honest."
This was the last thing Mr. Welch expected the boy to admit. Steven never appeared to be into spanking and the man had no idea he would take advantage of Bobby. Instantly, his temper flared. He would make certain Steven paid for what he'd put the boy through. He held Steven responsible. After all, he was supposed to be watching Bobby. Looking at the boy in his arms, he said, "Look at me, Bobby. Did you do anything to earn the spanking?"
"No sir," he answered, truthfully. "Steven just said he knew that you spanked me and that I liked it. He just asked me if he could do it."
"I think I understand," the man said. "Is that all you have to tell me?"
"No sir," Bobby said, choking back more tears.
"Out with it then," Mr. Welch insisted. "Tell me everything that happened."
Bobby's face turned a bright red. Here was the worst part to admit. "We . . . ah . . . we . . . "
"Yes?" The man pressed. "What did you do?"
"We . . . did some _s_e_x_ stuff," the boy finally blurted out.
"_s_e_x_ stuff?" Mr. Welch asked. "What kind of _s_e_x_ stuff?"
Now that the confession was almost over, Bobby felt more at ease with himself. He knew he'd done the right thing by telling the man. But, explaining in detail what he'd done to Steven wasn't going to be easy and he choked up again. "He put his . . . thing, in my mouth."
Mr. Welch wasn't surprised that Steven had taken the boy _s_e_x_ually. He'd suspected that Steven was gay for some time and secretly worried that he might try something with Bobby. In one way, he was very angry with Steven. In another, he knew that Bobby had probably instigated part of what happened. After all, the spanking he'd given the boy was _s_e_x_ual and he'd certainly reacted to it. If he did the same thing with Steven, who could blame the older boy. Bobby was very attractive and he had definitely made his interest known.
"Did you like what you did with Steven?" Mr. Welch asked.
Bobby took a deep breath before speaking, "Yes, I think so."
"Well," the man said. "I'm proud of you for admitting what you did. Although, I am disappointed by your behavior."
Bobby started crying again. The man simply held him and consoled him as best he could. The admission had been difficult for the boy and he needed time to gather himself. After a brief pause, Bobby said, "I know, I deserve a spanking, don't I?" With the statement came that all too familiar feeling in his stomach.
"I don't know Bobby," the man answered. "What do you think?"
Bobby was afraid. He really didn't want to be spanked tonight. But, he had to pay for what he did and regain the man's trust. Swallowing hard, he said, "I've been very bad and need to be spanked."
"I think so, too," Mr. Welch agreed. "Go to the garage, I'll be there in a minute."
Bobby's heart sank to his shoes. He hadn't expected this to happen again so soon and he almost panicked. Forcing himself to move, he made the long lonely trek to the garage for his appointment with the paddle. His stomach started rolling and he almost gagged. But, he deserved this spanking and he wanted desperately to make it up to Mr. Welch. There was no other way. He would simply take the discipline.
After Bobby left, the man's thoughts turned toward his nephew. He was due some discipline as well. Of course, there was no way Steven would admit it. He wasn't like the rest of his boys. Steven would be quite happy to forget about what happened and escape a date with the paddle. But, Mr. Welch had other ideas. Picking up the telephone, he dialed Stevens number. The boy wasn't surprised by the angry tone coming from Mr. Welch. He'd half way expected Bobby to spill the beans and he knew what was going to happen. By the time Mr. Welch put the phone down, Steven was scrambling toward his old green car. He had been summoned by his uncle and the boy didn't dare to keep him waiting. Five minutes later he was walking up the man's sidewalk.
Answering the door, Mr. Welch flatly told Steven, "Go to the garage."
Steven went white. He knew his uncle was pissed. But, he'd never seen him like this before and didn't want to do anything to make it worse. "Yes sir," was all he said before taking off on a dead run for the garage.
When the garage door opened, Bobby's heart almost stopped. He thought Mr. Welch was coming to use the paddle on him. When he saw Steven walk through the door, he was confused. He hadn't expected him to show up for this. However, the frightened look on Stevens face told him everything he needed to know. Steven was going to be spanked too. Suddenly, Bobby got frightened and started saying, "I'm sorry, Steven. Really I am, I didn't mean to get you into trouble."
"What did you tell him?" Steven asked.
"Everything," Bobby mumbled softly, trying to avoid Steven's glare.
"You told him about the _s_e_x_, too?" Steven gasped.
"Yes," Bobby admitted.
"Oh, _f_u_c_k_," Steven said in disbelief. "That explains it."
"Explains what?" Bobby sheepishly asked.
"He's really pissed," Steven explained. "I've never seen him this mad before. He's going to kill us."
Bobby's eye's got wider and he started to say something just as the garage door opened and Mr. Welch appeared. He immediately swallowed the words. Both boys stared at the man waiting for something to happen.
"All right, boy's," the man announced. "Everything off, and I do mean everything."
They didn't have to be told what to do twice. Each boy raced to undress. They weren't about to antagonize the man any further. Mr. Welch walked slowly to the straight-backed chair and carried it to the center of the garage. Sitting, he pointed to Steven and said, "You're first, bring me the paddle."
Steven quickly finished pulling his clothes off and retrieved the paddle from where it hung on the wall. Gently handing it to his uncle, he whined, "I'm sorry."
"Not half as sorry as you're going to be," the man said. "You know why this is happening, don't you?"
"Yes sir," Steven answered, almost choking on the words.
Mr. Welch reached out and grabbed Steven's arm. In one quick motion, he pulled the stunned boy across his knee and started violently smacking his bare ass with the paddle. Steven's immediate response was a loud wail. Bobby just stared at the boy's ass turning an angry red color from contact with the paddle. He'd only seen one other boy get a spanking and it wasn't any thing as bad as the one Steven was getting at the moment. In spite of his own predicament, he found himself fascinated by what he was seeing and his _c_o_c_k_ suddenly sprang to attention.
Steven hollered and screamed for the man to stop as his legs flailed in the air. The man was really laying into him and ignoring everything the boy pleaded for. He wouldn't stop until he thought Steven had learned his lesson and continued slamming the paddle onto the boy's bare ass. Bobby noted each bruise as it appeared. Mr. Welch was making sure Steven wouldn't forget this spanking for a very long time.
Each time the paddle made contact with Steven's butt, Bobby felt his _c_o_c_k_ throb. By the time Mr. Welch stopped and let Steven up, a drop of clear fluid had formed at the tip of the young boy's dick. It slowly dropped to the floor, leaving behind a long sticky strand of pre cum dangling in the air. Steven was still howling while Mr. Welch continued with a very intense lecture. Finally, Mr. Welch was done with the boy and told him to dress.
Steven avoided direct eye contact with Bobby as he rushed to get his clothes back on. He wanted to get out of the garage before his uncle decided to spank him again. Bobby watched the older boy pull his briefs up covering the soft _c_o_c_k_. It didn't look anything like it did the other night when it was only inches from his mouth. For one brief instant, Bobby thought about taking it into his mouth again. That thought was interrupted by the voice of Mr. Welch calling his name.
"Bobby," the man called. "Come here."
Before Bobby could react, Steven had finished dressing and asked, "May I go now?"
"I'm done with you for the moment," the man answered. "I'll talk with you tomorrow. Is that clear?"
Steven gulped and said, "Yes sir."
"You may go then," Mr. Welch said, turning his gaze toward Bobby. "I thought I told you to come here, Bobby. Get moving!"
Bobby walked quickly to the middle of the room and faced Mr. Welch. He heard the door close as Steven left the garage and felt relieved that he wouldn't be a witness to his spanking. For some reason, Bobby had no delusion that he would be brave and take his discipline like a man. He fully expected to be bellowing like a stuck pig during the paddling. In a way, it was like he had to make a lot of fuss for the man to know he was hurting and paying for what he'd done.
The boy's stomach was suddenly in his throat and his hands started shaking as he looked into Mr. Welch's eye's. He was still angry, but it was different than with Steven. Bobby knew the spanking would be harder than he'd experienced the first time with the man. Yet, he needed it to be more this time. He'd let the man down and felt terrible because of it.
"Now," Mr. Welch began. "I'm very disappointed in you young man. I expect more from my boys. What you did with Steven is something that should only be done with someone you care deeply about. You shouldn't be giving yourself to just anyone who wants it. It should be something special between two people who love each other. Do you understand?"
Bobby's heart almost stopped and tears formed in his eyes when the man said he was disappointed in him. He could take anything the man said, but that. Still, he listened intently to what the man said, and answered, "Yes sir."
"Good," Mr. Welch said. "Hopefully, this spanking will help you remember that. Now, get across my knee."
Bobby lowered himself slowly and got into position, taking extra care to place his swollen _c_o_c_k_ between the man's legs. Without warning, Mr. Welch placed the first swat directly across the middle of both cheeks, and a flash of pain shot through him. Before he had time to react, the second swat landed in exactly the same place. Another, more intense, round of pain registered in his brain and he let out with a loud yell.
"Ahhhhhh!"
SMACK!
"Owwwww!"
The boy screamed each time the paddled landed on his bare butt. Mr. Welch wasn't holding anything back. This time the boy actually deserved a spanking and he wasn't going to take it easy on him. Bobby, just hooted, hollered, and bucked across the man's lap reacting to the paddle. The pain concentrated on the left side of his ass, in the soft skin just above his thigh. It felt like someone had touched him with a white-hot poker each time that paddle made contact with his angry red skin.
Suddenly, it was over and Bobby just laid across the man's lap sobbing. For the longest time he laid there as Mr. Welch gently massaged the scorched skin. Like before, he softly cooed to the boy that every thing would be all right. It was over and he'd taken it bravely. Bobby's breathing slowed and the man helped him up. Cradling him in his arms, he held the boy and let him cry. Bobby was overwhelmed, he felt so secure in the man's arms. He was also very relieved, knowing he'd set everything right between them. For the first time in his life, he felt truly loved.
"Go to your room," Mr. Welch said. "I'll be right in with some lotion."
Bobby smiled, looking forward to the sensuality of the man's touch and hurried into the house. Moments later, Mr. Welch entered Bobby's room and found him laying face down on the bed. The boy had done this once before and knew what to expect. The man quietly sat and squeezed a ribbon of the cooling ointment onto Bobby's freshly spanked skin. Using both hands, he gently smeared the lotion around until it completely covered both sides of the boy's ass. Letting his fingers move freely into the deep crevice, Mr. Welch covered the tiny opening with the oily balm. Bobby was in heaven. The fire in his butt was gone, having been replaced by a warm tingly sensation. The gentile kneading and probing of the man's hands left him almost panting, needing release.
Waves of pleasure overtook the boy when Mr. Welch touched the tight door to his insides. Instinctively, Bobby parted his legs slightly, giving the man greater access for his probing fingers. The man gently massaged the sensitive opening. Bobby moaned softly as he raised his hips slightly driving the man's finger part way into him. Slowly, the man worked his finger further into the opening until it completely disappeared.
Bobby moaned again. He'd never felt anything like this before. His entire body seemed electrified, millions of sensations coursed through him, overloading his system. When Mr. Welch worked in a second finger, a feeling of fullness overtook him. For the first time, he felt a brief intense pain as the tiny opening stretched to accept the probing fingers. The pain quickly disappeared and was replaced with the beginnings of an orgasm.
"Oh . . . oh . . . I'm cumming . . . " Bobby, moaned, his body tensing. "Oh . . . oh . . . awrrrrr!"
Bobby ground his exploding _c_o_c_k_ into the mattress below him as he pumped his young seed from his balls. Mr. Welch sensed the boy's eruption and gently massaged deep inside the throbbing canal. Bobby was lost in his orgasm. As the last of the hot sticky fluid shot out of his _c_o_c_k_, Bobby gasped for air and pushed his hips up forcing more of the man's fingers into him. He'd never felt anything so good.
Mr. Welch leaned forward and tenderly kissed the boy's neck. Bobby's breathing had almost returned to normal and the boy smiled in the afterglow of his release. He was totally spent and completely relaxed. The man whispered softly in Bobby's ear, and said, "You certainly enjoyed that."
"Mm mm . . . It was wonderful!" Bobby moaned.
"The next time you get a spanking," Mr. Welch said. "It will be even better!"
"Oooohh," the boy cooed, "I can hardly wait."