"Hi, Dad, no problem today. No marks. No nothing. Actually, it was a lot of fun, and I did learn some very good driving lessons. That was the purpose, right? I think Red might be warming to me a bit. I really don't think he likes me, though and can't understand way he doesn't. But I promised to be good tomorrow and dress properly. He isn't going to get me into long pants. No way. I'll ware a T-shirt to satisfy him. See you at home tonight. I might be a little late. We have to pick up some camcorders and digital cameras. Yes, Dad, we'll be careful. I'll be home well before dinner. Bye."
"Steve, I'll call Kevin. He has some cameras we can use, but we have to pick them up today. You know my friend, we got two spankings today and tomorrow we get to play slave boys and have a real scene in the backyard. Isn't it exciting?"
"Hi, Kevin. This is Bobby. I'm with Steve heading back home from my driving lessons. We need a favor from you, pal. May we borrow your camcorder and digital camera today through the weekend? You're leaving now for soccer practice? What team will you be playing next? The Lancers! Wow, they are tough. They beat us big time last Saturday. But you guys have a great line-up; you should do real well. Will you still make the party on Saturday? Great! Yea, just leave the cameras on your bed. Oh, we need a couple tripods, too. Margaret's in the house, isn't she? Tell her we're coming over. Maybe she'll make us some fresh cookies. Just a minute, Kevin. Steve wants to say something."
"Hi Junior. Are you and Christy becoming a number? You haven't, Junior. Are you using protection? You absolutely must, kid. Don't be foolish and get you and her into trouble. You'd be a fool. You've been following the program to avoid teenage pregnancy. We've got to talk seriously. Most of us are becoming _s_e_x_ually active, and we all need protection. Be careful, guy. We love you. And, thanks for the cameras. See you soon."
The boys were driving the I-15 and then the 91 home from Ontario Driving School. They were still excitedly talking about the whippings they received from Big Red today. Maybe on the last day of school, Big Red will give them a going away spanking. They had to figure a way to get him to do it. Bobby does have a magic way of pressing Red's buttons to make his temperature go to the boiling point.
Kevin's house is just two "doors" down from us. I use doors as a common expression to indicate the distances between normal houses. But these are not normal houses. They are mansions on large estates. Two doors down could represent a quarter mile or more.
The boys stopped at Kevin's front gates. Steve pressed in the code to open the two 12-foot high ornate gates. All of the boys in their close-knit pack know the codes to get onto the estates. Steve drove up the winding road leading to the mansion. It's a 300-foot long, three story Colonial-style mansion made of reinforced brick to meet Southern California earthquake standards. Ivy grows up some of the outside walls. The main house is 12,000 square feet along with the obligatory pool, spa, tennis and basketball courts. The house could fit beautifully in any eastern seaboard upper class neighborhood. Gardens, flowers and other areas on the estate have been featured in many of those glossy publications about America's most beautiful homes.
Steve stopped at the main entrance.
"You coming in, Steve?"
"No. But please see if Margaret has something for us to eat."
Bobby ran up the ornate steps to the two solid oak 10-foot doors with beautiful leaded glass windows. He doesn't ring a door bell or knock. He just barges into the house's main foyer. All of the boys treat each other's homes as their own. Most make their first stop in the kitchen, grab something to eat and then run through the house to find whoever or whatever they're looking for, trying not to leave a trail of food crumbs.
"Margaret? Mom? It's Bobby."
No response from Margaret the live-in housekeeper and Bobby's female mentor. The boy calls her Mom, because they are so close — and he needs a Mom. Bobby needs an older female to get another perspective on life and living. They are so close that Margaret knows a great deal about Bobby's _s_e_x_ual life as well as his goals, ambitions and fears. Margaret treats all the boys as her sons. She never had children of her own. But Margaret takes a special interest in Bobby. They see each other often and talk frequently on the phone. They spend hours walking the gardens, then sitting on a bench to discuss a teenager's life, Bobby's, and read poetry together. They both love poetry and make special efforts to find poems that have a special meaning for a topic they want to discuss.
Bobby ran through the huge foyer with ornate marble floors past an eclectic display of near priceless art including a Picasso here, a Monet there and a Rembrandt all hanging in great style and beauty. He ran up the spiral staircase on steps of very plush red carpeting over marble. The staircase wound around an enormous chandelier with thousands of pieces of cut glass on one side and on the other side of the staircase was an 8x12-foot leaded glass window containing beautiful colors that let the sunlight dance through the frames and spread color throughout the foyer.
The boy wore no shoes, no shirt and was only wearing his tattered denim short shorts. He just didn't fit in to this beautiful setting. But none of the boys do, and they don't care. They all dress or undress the same.
Bobby hurried down the wide red carpeted hallway past more expensive pieces of art objects sitting atop nineteenth, eighteenth and even seventeenth century tables. He barges into Kevin's study and then to the kid's bedroom where the camcorders, digital cameras and tripods were. He picked those up and retraced his steps to the front door.
I guess Bobby and all the boys have seen these art pieces, which more properly belong in a museum, a thousand times. I like to think that they appreciate the beauty that surrounds them and their respective histories as they go from one kid's mansion to another and see similar decor.
Bobby and I had a long talk about that. Did they really appreciate what they see close- up in their daily lives? To my surprise, Bobby rattled off the names of some artists and some of his friends' paintings and the meaning of the works. He still had a lot to learn, but he was at least trying. That gave me cause to have hope for his future as an educated and cultured person.
The boy placed the camcorders and other equipment at the bottom of the staircase.
"Mom? Mom? Margaret, where are you?"
No answer. He was sure she was in the kitchen. He'd find her before leaving. Bobby looked back at the spiral staircase and couldn't resist the temptation. No one was around. He wanted to pull off another of his favorite stunts.
The boy ran back up to the top of the staircase and balanced himself on the ornate wrought iron railing. He began sliding down fast then faster. Then Margaret appeared when he was about 10 steps from the bottom. Knowing this was one of Margaret's "no, nos," Bobby was startled, lost his balance and flipped over onto the steps and rolled down a few steps before stopping. The kid was blushing with a guilty look. He sat himself on a step, elbow on one knee and hand propping up his face.
"Hi, Mom."
Margaret folded her arms and gave him THE LOOK!
He tried to give that innocent cute little boy look, which wasn't working too well today with nearly everybody.
"Are you all right, Bobby?"
"Yes, Mom. I'm fine. I just couldn't resist sliding down that staircase. I'm sorry."
"Every time my back is turned, you boys try this stunt. I'm so worried that you boys will fall the other way and land on the marble floor and hurt yourselves. You know how much I worry about you."
Bobby got up and walked down to meet Mom. He gave her a hug and a kiss. He meant the hug and kiss in a very affectionate way, but it was also a way to get him out of trouble.
Margaret had some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies — Bobby's favorite — and cups of cold milk to take with them. The treats were on a silver tray more befitting the occasion of High Tea than snacks for teenagers. She had been in the kitchen cooking, knowing the boys would be coming over.
About a year ago Bobby, Steve, Kevin and Trevor — the terrible four — were at this house ready to go skateboarding on the main driveway and the west grounds. Margaret was in the kitchen. One of them said let's skateboard down the main hallway from the Grand Ballroom to the Grand Dining Room and back again before going outside. It sounded like a lot of fun.
They started at the Grand Ballroom but not on the polished parquet wood floor of that room. They knew what would happen to their butts if they scuffed that up. Starting point was the ornate marble and it was a straight shot 200 feet to the Grand Ballroom.
Bobby was leading the pack as they went through the main foyer. Margaret suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It seemed to the boys that she had four ears and eyes in the back of her head. She always seemed to appear when the boys were doing something they shouldn't.
Three of the boys saw her, and with their mouths open and eyes wide stopped dead in their tracks. Unfortunately, Bobby was looking back at the others. When he turned Margaret was standing a few feet in front of him. He was more than startled, lost his balance, tumbled head over heels and crashed into a nineteenth century ornate Chinese vase. The vase cracked into a million pieces. Bobby wasn't hurt, although later he wished he were. With hope, that might have gained him some sympathy for this "accident."
Margaret screamed, which made Bobby wished he was dead. The six-foot tall woman stood over Bobby, who was laying in the rubble. The boy looked at the mess on the floor and knew the vase was dust. He turned to Margaret and got THE LOOK. Bobby knew he was toast.
The other boys ran to get stuff to clean up the mess and wondered how much trouble they would be in. They knew that Bobby was in deep _s_h_i_t_. They didn't want to abandon their buddy, but they also didn't want to be in the trouble he was going to face.
That _d_a_m_n_ vase cost me $5,000. I paid it out of respect for Kevin's parents. It was not insured. I made Bobby dress up in a suit and tie and face Kevin's parents to apologize. The boy wasn't going to that elegant mansion looking like a teenage scruff ball to face these people and apologize. Although none of the boys would find out, even Kevin, the parents didn't like that vase anyway. It was a gift from a business associate who frequented the estate for parties. They felt obligated to display it. With my firm encouragement, I insisted that they show hurt, disgust and admonish Bobby. They did, and the boy was humiliated. The other boys were also punished in varying degrees. Bobby got it the worst, as he usually does.
I grounded Bobby from having his lover Steve stay at the house overnight for two weeks. They would find ways to do their thing behind my back, although Bobby said they didn't. I hesitated about giving Bobby a whipping, because he enjoyed spankings and it was part of his _s_e_x_ual scene. Then I decided that I would give him one that he would not enjoy.
Following that meeting with Kevin's parents, and we were back home, I told Bobby to strip and go to the family room and stand in the usual corner for punishment. He went there without objection or a plea for mercy. He knew this was not going to be a "fun" whipping that would give him an erection and a desire to climax.
I took the foot long strap and whipped his ass 40 times and very, very hard. The boy was crying loudly and in great pain. When I finished, his ass cheeks were dark red, with welts and some bruising. It was one of the harshest whippings he had ever received. I hugged the boy as is my custom following punishment. I believe it lets him know that he's still loved and cared for but needed to be punished for something that he should not have done.
He ran to his room crying softly and fell asleep. The next couple days he found difficulty sitting comfortably. What was worse, his love life was put on hold for a couple weeks. To him, that was more painful than anything else.
Bobby's collision with the Chinese vase is something we all laugh about today and is oft repeated at parties with different amounts of embellishment. The boy's friends, Margaret and Kevin's parents love telling the story. The more it's told the funnier it gets. Although the story is mostly at Bobby's expense, the boy also enjoys telling the story including the whipping he received.
All of that happened a year ago.
"Are you coming to Saturday's or Sunday's party, Mom?"
"I'll be there Saturday. I'm not going to watch you get a birthday spanking on your bare behind in front of a lot of people."
"Oh, Mom. I was hoping you'd spank your birthday boy. It's going to be great fun."
"You tell me all about it later, son. Take your cookies and milk and get going. There must be a lot of planning for you to do. You must eat more, Bobby. You're skin and bones. Doesn't your father and Anna feed you?"
"No, Mom. They starve me. I'm a deprived, malnourished kid."
Bobby took the treats to the car and gave them to Steve. He ran back and got the camera stuff after giving Mom a hug and kiss.
"Bye, Mom. I love you."
"Love you too, Bobby. Hi, Steve. You boys stay out of trouble."
"Yes, Mom."
They drove off to Bobby's house just up the street. Steve was gulping down cookies and milk as though he were starving. When they reached our house, Steve stopped at the — same as usual — 12-foot gates and punched the code to open them. As with all the houses, they drove the winding road to the main house. Our home is not a mansion, because they are too formal for my tastes. Bobby and I live in a very large, rambling one story, a bit ranch style and a bit contemporary. It's much too big for two people. But I bought it for its ease of casual entertaining, loads of amenities and things to do at parties.
"Steve, look at the way you parked. This is a two lane driveway, not four lanes. It's the same size as yours. If Dad can't get his car past yours to the garage, he's going to come in the house yelling at both of us for you to move. We have to keep him happy, very happy. We want him in a good, fun mood for tomorrow."
We don't have a live-in housekeeper. Anna-Maria is our day housekeeper. I hired Anna because she is an admitted lesbian. That would make it more comfortable for me and her when I have my gay friends over. She sees a lot of semi-nude and nude males, Bobby and I included. It doesn't bother her. It doesn't both Bobby, either, who often wears his thong bikini around the house in the summer months.
Her main job is cleaning the place, although I have extra help monthly that she supervises, because the place is too large for her to maintain. Anna is an excellent cook who knows our favorite foods.
As usual the boys burst into the house. They never just "walk" in, it's always a burst of overflowing energy. Steve ran to the kitchen, as usual. Bobby was left to carry in all the camera stuff, which pissed him off to no end.
"Hi, Anna. What's to eat?"
"Anything you want, Steve."
Bobby walked in and gave Anna a kiss.
"Is the chicken done, Anna?"
"Yes, Steve. You can have a piece."
To Steve, a piece means two or three not one. Everyone wondered where the kid puts all this food he constantly eats. The boy is small for his age and very slim.
"Steve, you piss ant, that's our dinner tonight. If you eat all the drumsticks, I'll have Anna roast you for tonight's dinner. Dad loves chicken legs. Do you really want to upset Dad before tomorrow's big scene?"
Steve reluctantly put back two chicken legs.
"Bobby, you didn't make your bed today. I put some clean sheets on your bed. You had better do it before Dave comes home," Anna said.
"I know. I know. I was in a big hurry this morning. I don't understand. Dad has everything done for him, and all he does is go to meetings, meetings and more meetings. I'm the one with the busy schedule who really has important things to do. I don't know what he does in those stupid meetings. Come on, Steve. Help me make my bed."
"Why should I help you make your bed?"
"Look, Sunshine, you sleep in it half the time and mess it up the other half. Get your butt back here and help me straighten up my room. Remember, we have to keep Dad a happy camper."
The contractor and interior decorator finished their work to give Bobby a suite of two rooms: a study and bedroom. The suite is connected to his private bathroom, dressing room and two walk-in closets. The bedroom was redesigned with mirrors in special places so he could watch his _s_e_x_ play; there was soft lighting; and an elaborate sound system with entertainment center. Everything could be controlled at bedside. The study was redesigned with more bookcases, a state-of-the art computer center, another entertainment center and a couple sofas for his company. When it was through, I envied the kid. He had a better study and bedroom than my own, although not as large.
His friends were jealous. They all had similar suites in their mansions. But their rooms were far more formal and not as modern. They tried to get past their parents' formality by putting up rock posters and other things that drove their moms' and dads' nuts. They lacked the indirect lighting, mirrors and other things that would certainly enhance their _s_e_x_ lives. These boys resigned themselves to the fact they would have to wait until they were a little older and their generous trust funds kicked in. Poor things. I don't think the mass population would feel sorry for them, though they felt sorry for themselves.
When I got home, the boys were eager to show me the computer pictures of Big Red's whipping party at the driving school. I examined their butts and was pleased that no damage was done. They told me the story of how Bobby protected himself with a leather bikini and bandages. I saw the pictures of the protection and couldn't stop laughing for several minutes.
"I'm going to tell Big Red, son. It would be interesting to know his reaction."
"Don't you dare, Dad, not unless you want that Goliath to kill me."
"Do you have everything ready for tomorrow's scene? I assume, Steve, that she'll be here ready to whip you boys big time."
"Yes, Dave. I talked to her a little bit ago. She's at home, and says she is very excited about the scene. Sis says she has some special plans and a costume to put us over the edge, whatever that means. She says you'll be the Master and she's going to be a Dominatrix, whatever that means."
"You boys are in for some real fun. You'll find out tomorrow what a dominatrix is. I think you'll be very surprised."
The boys looked at each other with excited apprehension. I thought that tonight they would sleep restlessly like little boys waiting for Santa Claus. They wanted to sleep together tonight. I said, no. Buildup your _s_e_x_ual thoughts and energy so you'll enjoy it more tomorrow.
The new day began as usual. Bobby followed his normal routines of exercise and his health food breakfast, which I'm practically forced fed, because I hate it. When I'm in the pains of withdrawal from not having a normal breakfast, I make excuses to leave for an early meeting and get the Grand Slam breakfast at Denny's. If Bobby found out, I'd probably get a spanking from him. I'm a health conscious eater. But Bobby is a fanatic when it comes to a healthy diet.
Steve was on time to pick up Bobby for his driving lessons with Big Red. Both boys wore T-shirts and normal shorts for Red as promised. Bobby didn't think Red could take another day of the kid's obnoxious tormenting of the old man.
Susan told me about her plans for today's scene and the special things I needed to do. I was surprised that she was making such a big show of this, but that's her style. When she decides to do something, she takes over, and everything is done on a grand scale.
On the backside of our tennis court there is some land that's used mostly for storage. I had instructed the grounds keepers to build a mud pit 10 feet by 10 feet and about a foot deep and to make sure the mud is like a thick soup. They also built a sand pit five feet wide and thirty feet long and filled it with very fine sand. Susan wanted these two areas for some special "torture" scenes for the boys.
My job was to prepare the "whipping tree," setup the camera tripods and layout a table full of special toys: paddles, straps, whips, riding crop, switches, nipple clamps, chains, cuffs for wrists and ankles. We thought about ball and _c_o_c_k_ straps. But Susan said she wouldn't feel comfortable putting it on her brother, and I wouldn't feel comfortable putting it on Bobby. Then it hit us. Let the boys put them on each other. Those items were added to the table. I also laid out lubricants and penis toys.
I had fun arranging this stuff. It cleared my mind of all those stupid meetings I've been attending all week. My secretary was instructed to hold all incoming calls to the house except for Bobby, Steve and Susan or any life threatening emergency.
Our housekeeper Anna was watching me arrange all these things. She knew exactly what was coming down, although I didn't tell her. She made lunch and brought it to me on the pool patio.
"Dave, do you want me to leave when the boys come home? I can see there's going to be a BDSM party for them. I'll stay, if you want me to. I've seen these scenes many times. It doesn't bother me at all. I was thinking of the boys."
"Anna, leave it up to the boys. If they think it will bother them, then take the rest of the day off. If they say you can watch, fine. It's their call and yours. Whatever makes everyone comfortable."
"I've seen it many times with girls and women but never with boys. I'll gladly be another cameraperson, if they want me. Do they know what is being planned for them?"
"An extra cameraperson is always helpful. That's a good idea. But it's up to the boys. No, they do not know what is planned for them. They are in for a very big surprise."
We both laughed.
I told the boys to have lunch before coming home and to call when en route. The scene would begin as soon as they got home and last as long as they wanted. Susan would be here when they arrived.
"Dad, we're at the restaurant. We should be home in an hour. I was a model boy and student to Red today. The big guy was really happy. He patted me on the butt when we left. I told him I was still sore. He and I both laughed."
"Good work, son. When you come home be ready for the punishment of your life, and the same goes for Steve."
"Dad, aren't you going to have mercy on your little son?"
"No chance. You're in for it big time."
I called Susan. She drove over in about 10 minutes. She arrived carrying a large bag. I had no idea what was inside.
"Hi Dave. I'll use Bobby's room to get myself ready. There's some special things I want them to ware and makeup. You put on your thong bikini and this sarong. We'll need to be ready when they arrive."
She walked off to Bobby's room. I was left holding this colorful sarong and totally confused. This woman is definitely in charge. I'll just do as I'm told.
I waited for Susan on the pool patio. In 15 minutes she came out the door. This was a Susan I did not know. She was stunningly beautiful. Playboy magazine is usually something I don't enjoy, except for the jazz articles. But this woman could easily be Playmate of the Year, the Decade, maybe the Century. I love and appreciate beautiful bodies, male and female. They are gifts from God just like anything else that's beautiful in life.
She wore a black string bikini. It wasn't a thong, although it came very close to being one. The small patch covering her ass kept squeezing inward to her cheeks, which were gorgeously well-formed and firm. She can't have any pussy hair with a patch that small in front. Her breasts were beautiful melons that didn't need any support. There's no way those two could droop. They were firm, solid and the perfect size for her body. The upper part of her bikini barely covered her breasts, and her firm nipples showed through the thin fabric.
I admire any human body that is in perfect proportion. I have never understood guys who find a woman's breasts so exaggerated that they are totally out of proportion to the rest of the body.
Susan also wore black, spiked high heel boots that came to her knee caps. She had a studded black collar around her neck and a lose fitting silver chain around her waist. Her body had a golden Southern California all-over tan, despite living most of the time in San Francisco.
"I thought about wearing the garter belt, corset costume, but it's too _d_a_m_n_ hot out here. The boots are for the boys. But after awhile, they're have to come off because of the heat. Anyway, the more naked the better, right, Dave?"
"I couldn't agree more, Susan. I must say, you are one beautiful woman. You are very attractive. If you and I weren't gay, I'd hit on you in a minute, although I'd feel guilty because of our ages."
"Thanks for the compliment, Dave. You're very attractive, too. I can't imagine you having any problems attracting company. Although with Bobby around, that probably cramps your former lifestyle."
"It does. But my love and caring for the boy means more to me than anything."
"Dave, let's look at the setup for the scene. I want to see what we have to give these kids for punishment."