He knew, he just knew, he was in for it today. He was so sure, in fact, he showered and shaved carefully and put on his neatest freshly creased Levi's over his white briefs just in case. He knew he looked good in them, but though it was corny, he also felt they would bring him some good luck. The denim shirt was also freshly ironed and complimented his strong chiseled features, blond hair, OK, shoulder length was not trendy anymore but he liked his hair that way, and then, of course, he deeply blue eyes. Tucking that shirt under his jeans, he zipped up quickly and added a thick black belt to hold it all together. Loafers and black socks, then jerking his thin leather jacket off the coat hanger, almost pulling it over, actually, he yelled goodbye to the folks in the kitchen and headed out the door.
The screen door had banged loudly shut before he was jumping down the front steps off the family's wooden front porch and down the sidewalk to find where he'd parked his car the night before when he'd come home from his date.
The whole thing had been innocent enough. It had been nice to get the call and all and of course for sure he like to meet him for lunch in that nice place he couldn't quite afford, but somehow he suspected it might be more than just a friendly lunch.
He got to the car. Unfortunately he hadn't parked it to well last night but, well, it had been too dark and he wasn't feel up for pulling up and backing up again and again until he managed. He thought it was OK. However, that stupid ticked in the front windshield showed evidence that the friendly neighborhood cop hadn't agreed. Or maybe it had been one of those friendly meter maids? Who knows? He pulled the ticket out from under the windshield wipers, jumped in behind the drivers wheel and warmed her up. The ticked, flopped in the bucket seat next to him, could wait. He had more important things to think about for the Moment.
The drive to the place they were meeting was about 45 minutes away. If he left now and the traffic wasn't too bad, he'd make it just on time. He didn't want to keep him waiting.
Like it wasn't like there was anything he'd said on the phone or anything at all but, well, it was just that the last time he'd met him there for lunch the food had been great and all but still, that last time he'd been there with him and they'd had a long lunch, the guy had taken him around the corner to his house, stripped him and spanked him! That's not something you forget easily at his age! He remembered how difficult it was to drive back home to his folk's house after that. He didn't remember what he'd done that given the guy the excuse to spank him that time. But it didn't matter all that much anyway. The guy never seemed to worry about having a reason, though sometimes he did, when he'd decided he wanted to spank him. He was one of those men who didn't seem to care much about having a reason when he decided it was time to spank him! He did remember oh, so well, that walk around the corner with him when he knew he was being taken back for a spanking! That he couldn't forget! And he remembered that spanking too. He felt he hadn't cried that much in years as he had that afternoon when he'd spanked him. That lunch was too much of a blur in his mind. After all, what would you expect, when the guy had told him when they had just begun eating that he was going to get a spanking afterwards! Talking about fidgeting through the whole meal! Ruined it too, 'cause the food was good there!
Still, he hadn't said anything at all on the phone that would indicate he had any thoughts whatsoever about his getting spanking today.
He turned his car into traffic and tried not to think about it. Turned on his favorite station, even turned it up louder than usual, but still there was something about meeting him there, at that restaurant that brought back memories of the last time.
In addition to that, he knew it had been awhile since the last time he'd had some attention to his young fanny. That was not a good thing. The guy had always tended to be more attentive to him in the past, made sure he'd stayed on his toes and up, but it had been a long time now since he'd felt his hand on his bare ass. Maybe he remembered how long it had been too and that's why he was inviting him to lunch so they could talk about things and then it would be, well, he'd be getting yet another one of his spankings.
He didn't want another spanking this afternoon for sure! It was Saturday and he had a date tonight! The last thing he needed was to try to spend the evening at a party with Sheryl while having to worry about where and how he sat down and hope his emotions were not too close to the surface this evening. No one knew, after all.
Still he knew if the real reason for his having called him was that he was planning to spank him, well, that just meant his luck had run out and he was going to get it. That was just the kind of relationship the two had and basically he really liked their relationship. Well, not the spanking and discipline parts. No one likes that kind of thing! But there was so much more to this relationship and the feelings the two had shared over the years. Initially he'd been the next door neighbor who occasionally let him stay over at his place when his parent's went out. At that age, when he was much younger, it was no big deal, a kid like him getting spanked when he did something wrong. Hell, his Dad has spanked him all the time and both his parents appreciated the fact that he's treated him like one of his own Sons on those occasions. But, after he got to high school, his Dad has stopped spanking him and resorted to grounding him and that kind of nonsense. Hid Dad stopped spanking him, but unfortunately, OK, maybe fortunately, his old neighbor didn't!
The two of them did a lot of woodworking back in those years when he lived beside him. It was cool. Really neat, the stuff they made and all the other stuff they did together. He was never mean to him. He'd always listened to his problems growing up and somehow he had a way of saying just the right thing to make his problem's not seem quiet as big as they'd loomed before they talked about them. He liked going places with him, listening to what his work was like, and all. What he didn't like was that the guy still spanked him! How could he not see he was too old now, with a girl and all that? But, it just didn't matter.
OK, many times he knew when he'd spanked him he'd deserved it and yea, it made him feel better, getting over things and all, and sure it was nice to have someone to help and all, but still. He couldn't help worry a bit about going over these today.
The traffic wasn't so bad and he pulled into that lot just as the radio announced told the world it was the appointed hour. If he only knew!
He was there, waiting just inside the door. As always he was impeccably dressed in his suit and tie. Kind'a always made you proud you were with him. He himself never bothered with a coat and tie except on really special occasions, certainly never on a Saturday for lunch in this city! It didn't matter though. Whether he was in a coat and tie or ever a tux and tails or just sweats or shorts, still he reeked confidence and a manner than made ya' respect him. Momentarily he found himself forgetting about that last time they'd been here and what had happened afterwards! He knew he was glad to be there. He also knew it showed in his greetings.
"So, I'm right on time for once?" He bolted through the door smiling ear to ear and showing those fabulously white teeth that everyone always told him were perfect for tooth paste commercials. He didn't care. He really was glad to see him.
"Been a long time, my Son." He'd said, shaking his hand firmly but very warmly. He looked genuinely happy to see him too! "It's been a long time, I'm afraid."
"Yea," Sellers replied, "Too long, I think."
The Moment he heard himself say those words, he regretted them. _d_a_m_n_! Sellers thought. Why did I have to say that!
"Never mind," Jon replied, "we'll got all the time in the world to make up for it today."
_s_h_i_t_, what did he mean by that! It was like he could feel Jon's eyes on the seat of his jeans as the hostess ushered him to a table and to his death. It was almost as if everyone in the crowded restaurant had paused what they were talking about at their tables and looked over at him, the kid, with the with the taller distinguished man in the suit right behind him. Everyone must know but me, he thought to himself. Ok, OK, like calm down. He didn't mean anything about it. Relax, don't screw up, unless you really want him to spank you today, he thought. _s_h_i_t_! Sometimes he thought to himself he sometimes did! Just not today. Not this afternoon. Please, dear lord, not this afternoon. I've got a date tonight!
The hostess was pretty and smiling while she was rattling off the specials but he was too lost in his own thoughts. OK, he was too worried. He knew that what he really feared most was that he know it was about time for him to get another spanking, but he hoped to high heaven Jonathan didn't know that!
Maybe he was busy after lunch or on his way somewhere? That would be perfect, make sense too, I mean like why else would he be in a suite at 1 p. m. on a Saturday afternoon? _s_h_i_t_, he already knew the answer to that. The guy lived in a suit and tie!
"Do you need something?"
Jon's voice jarred him back to the table from wherever it was that he'd been traveling in his worried.
"Need something?" Sellers jerked up, started shaking his head, his hair flopping around, his eyes staring wildly. _s_h_i_t_! "No, I'm fine, really I haven't done anything." He blurted out.
Then he looked up at the waiter patiently standing there for his drink order.
Jon burst out laughing. "He means like a drink or a glass of water," Jon clarified. "Maybe you'd prefer milk?" Jon laughed even further.
Sellers knew, he just knew his face flushed a thousand times red. Jon, of course, saw it and helped him recover.
"Bring us both two classes of O. J." he instructed the waiter. "My Son's not quite awake yet."
The waiter smiled, Sellers died in his seat feeling himself slip down, but like always Jonathan had handled things.
"You must have had a rough night last night, Sellers?" Jonathan said. "Anything you want to tell me? That was a strange way to react to a drink order."
_s_h_i_t_! Sellers thought to himself. What's the guy expect? That I just up and tell him I'm afraid he's going to spank my ass later and maybe he should too?
Sellers looked over. "Well, you know how those long Friday nights are sometime." He replied. "Guess my mind was elsewhere for a Moment there. Sorry."
"No matter, Son." Jon replied, "Actually that was quite funny, Son."
OK, OK, so maybe like it was funny for you, but jeez, if you only knew what I was thinking about. But Sellers liked the guy and was happy he'd called him "Son." Actually he did that quite a lot, always had. He liked it, except at Moments like this when he really wasn't thinking about anything except getting a spanking.
The waiter reappeared and put down the freshly squeezed OJ in front of both of them. He couldn't help but feel that waiter was laughing under the surface at him, but he wasn't going to give the guy the please of looking at him. He wanted to look up and say something like "so how to you think you'd feel if you knew you were going to get spanked after lunch was finished?" But, he surely wasn't about to say that or anything at all! Ignore the waiter, that's the adult way to handle things. He just hoped the rest of his own day was going to be adult!
The two gulped OJ, neither ever drank, and finally got around to ordering sandwiches. It never seemed to fail. Any time they were together they always had lots to talk about. Time flew as they covered the world. Everything from famine and the homeless to the Billy-loves-Monica stupidity. Jon knew funnier jokes than he'd heard before. It was if the two of them were the only ones in the room.<->But, underneath it all, Sellers knew he was the one at risk here. He just couldn't help thinking about whether or not Jon was planning to spank him today? After all, he hadn't said he was going to get it first thing up as he had that last time, but then again, he didn't have to say it first thing up as he had the last time. It was just one of those thing. When Jonathan was really to tell him he was going to get it, if he was going to get it, well that's when he know for sure. "Keep quite and stay calm, Stupid," Sellers kept thinking to himself. Still Sellers couldn't get it completely out of his mind. Maybe he really was hoping Jonathan was going to spank him and that's why he kept thinking about it?
Jonathan was certainly giving no hints at all for the Moment. Maybe he was just over reacting, Sellers hoped. Relax, nothing to do about it anyway?
Then they talked through some of his college courses. Sellers had asked him to get some information on the requirements for one company he was interested in for after graduation. Jonathan had the pamphlets on that company with him and pulled them out of his suit breast pocket. Suddenly Sellers felt himself becoming very happy. This is why he asked me to lunch, you idiot, he thought! I ask him for this stuff!
They talked on and on.
Finally, though a couple of hours had passed that felt only like a few minutes, Jonathan signed the Visa receipt, and put down the pen.
"Well, Son, why don't you come back to the house with me for awhile this afternoon," Jon said.
"Ah, I really shouldn't," Sellers blurted out. "I mean I've got some things I need to do this afternoon and have to get back home to help out my Dad with some stuff."
"Nonsense," Jonathan replied. "Come with me."
It wasn't really like a command, but it might have been. Jonathan had already stood up and was walking toward the front door. Sellers stood and tried to follow nonchalantly. He did OK until he notices that waiter standing there looking at him! Then he almost blew it.
"Ah, what ya' want to show me at your place?" Sellers asked, struggling to keep up with the faster walking athletic older man he was with.
"Relax, Sellers," he stopped and replied, looking directly at Sellers this time. "It's been awhile since we've spend an afternoon together."
_s_h_i_t_, you can say that again, Sellers thought to himself! It took me days to recover from that last time! Please, not today!
No Boy liked it if he's afraid he might get a spanking. Sellers certainly was typical and one hundred percent all Boy! All of a sudden he was conscious of the feel of his briefs and jeans on his buns. _s_h_i_t_!
He tried everything he could possibly think of to get some hint if Jonathan was going to spank him as they walked those couple of blocks back to his house.
"Ah, I really can't stay too long today. I promised my Dad I'd help him with some stuff around the yard this afternoon" he whined out.
"Oh, really?" Jon replied but kept on walking.
"Yea, and like I've got a date tonight. Maybe we can talk about it?"
"Sure, What you want to talk about?"
"Well, you know, like maybe you can give me some techniques and all but I mean I've really got to look my best."
"You will," Jonathan had said. "But it sounds like you need to relax a bit. Do we need to talk about that some?"
"No, I mean, well, no, that's not what I mean, but like I'm going to be OK for my date tonight, wouldn't I be?"
"Why not?
_s_h_i_t_, Sellers thought. How do I get out of this? I'm going to get spanked. I just know he's going to spank me!
"Well, it just like, I got to be in top shape tonight and I got to get ready but first I got to help my Dad." Sellers was trying.
"Why wouldn't you be in 'top shape'?" Jon asked, smiling but looking at him strangely as he paused at the front door of his house. He was turning the key in the door, opening it.
"Well, you know, I mean. . .." Sellers was almost stuttering, but he didn't get through this one. Jon propelled him forward toward and then through the front door by gently putting his hand on the seat of his jeans.
_s_h_i_t_! Sellers almost fainted.
"In you go, Son," he said in a way that panicked Sellers' anxiety attack! "Go in there in the living room, I'll be right with you," he said as he headed for the kitchen.
His dog was barking and it was clearly his intent to let the thing out. Before Sellers could say anything he was out of sight for that _d_a_m_n_ed dog and Sellers was left alone standing in the living room. He looked around. Nothing had changed. The overstuffed stuff was still there, but so was the hard backed chair Jonathan had sat on when he'd been spanked there the last time! Jonathan was just one of those men who believed it was good for a teenage Boy to be spanked and learn some real discipline. He'd practiced that philosophy on his bare ass all his growing years when he lived next door to his folks, almost like a second father, "part of the family" his Mom and Dad referred to him as. The last time he'd been in this room he'd lost his slacks and briefs and had spent a lot of time across Jon's lap, getting a spanking. Actually, it was more like several! He remembered how much it hurt and how much he'd cried, but he also remembered how good it felt when it was all over and he was hanging on to Jon's shoulders and crying it all out. Jonathan didn't believe in doing anything "half way!" He'd found that our years ago. When Jonathan spanked him, he REALLY spanked him!
He hoped today would be different. The dog could be heard out back now. It sounded like the stupid think was running after a stick or some other dumb think while he was left standing here, waiting.
Sellers unsnapped his jacket and hung it in the closet. It was always a shock and way today, but when he opened that closer door, there it was. The paddle "uncle Jon," as his mother referred to him, had used on him ever since he went to Senior High School was still hanging there, waiting, just waiting to be used on him. That dumb little thing had brought a lot of awakenings to him over the years. Several times he'd thought about burning it, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything. Jonathan would just think he'd misplaced it and get a new one to use on his fanny. This one was little, not so big, though it sure did the job. Still, if Jonathan were to buy another one, well, maybe he'd get a bigger one and Sellers' didn't want that!
Sellers knew Jonathan got a kick out of disciplining him even though he really did believe the time he spent over Jon's knees was education for him. Still Sellers had to admit to himself that most of the times he'd been spanked had been for good reasons. Jonathan care about him and that was a good and comforting feeling. His own Dad had given up spanking him when he got to high school. Jonathan didn't! If anything, Jonathan spanked him more. For sure his grades never got a chance to slack when Jonathan lived next door. But Jonathan also believed it was a good idea to just spank him sometimes. "Builds character," he'd always say. Those times were the worst! Down would come his jeans and briefs and over he'd go, but Jon would start out slow and build up to the peak where Sellers couldn't take it any longer, and then he'd really let loose and cry his heard out for Jonathan. Those were the worst. They were long and slow. Sometimes they were even arousing though he didn't like to talk about that. Jonathan didn't care. He'd just keep spanking him. Sellers really hoped that wasn't what he was in for today.
Lunch had been great! He just hoped it hadn't put Jonathan in the mood for a spanking afternoon!
He shut the closet door tightly, keeping that paddle inside where it belongs.
"So, my Son," Jon boomed out unexpectedly behind him
Sellers jumped ten feet.
"What's got you so edgy today, Son?" he asked.
"Ah, you know, like I've got to get back to help Dad and then there's my date and all." He tried to set up his excuses for leaving quickly.
"That really it, Sellers?" Jon asked.
"Yea, Ah, yea like sure. I mean like it's a big date night. You remember when you were my age and Saturday night and all?"
"Sure, but I also remember other things about Saturday night."
"Oh, well, I guess it's just a normal TV night for lots of people too, but this girl's, well, she's hot for me so I want to be in my best shape and all just in case I get lucky."
Jon roared out in laughter.
"I mean, come on now, you wouldn't want to spoil my date, like would you?" Sellers asked.
"Like how?" Jon replied.
Sellers looked white as a sheet now. He was even beginning to sweat. He was alone there with Jon in the very room he'd been spanked in before and he was loosing it. He was out of excuses to leave and Jon didn't seem to be responding to any of them so far.
"Ah, come on, Jon. Please don't." Sellers started to cry out.
"Please don't what?" Jon came back.
Sellers took those couple of steps and hugged him. Jonathan hugged him back tightly.
"Please, don't spank me, Jon." There, he thought, I've said it, it's out. That much felt good.
Jon pushed him a bit away from his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
"You got something you need to tell me, Son? Something you done or something like that?"
"No, no, nothing like that. For sure, I promise! Nothing at all!"
"Then you're just feeling a need for a good lickin' down here?" Jon asked, patting his jeans on his butt.
Sellers jumped even close to Jon if that was possible. That hand down there always brought back memories and it did so now. It was weird but Sellers always felt both comfort almost security, and also real fear when Jon put his hand on his butt.
"No, really, I don't, I really don't," he replied emotionally.
"Then why you bring it up, Son?"
Sellers was caught, but at least it was now going to be all out in the open.
"The last time we had lunch over there and then cam back here you spanked me, and well, I just thought you were going to do it again and that's why you brought me over here." Sellers was trying sincerity, honesty, for a change.
"But you said you hadn't done anything." Jon reminded him.
"I haven't, at least nothing I know of, but you know, I mean like, well, it's been a while since you spanked me last and I thought maybe you was going to spank me again." He looked into Jon eyes. His own were slightly watery now.
"So that's it!" Jon exclaimed. "I knew there had to be something going on, but I couldn't quite figure out what. I've been neglecting you down here and you've been trying to tell me you need some attention from your Uncle Jon."
"No, No, really, that's not it at all. I'm fine but I thought. . ."
Jon interrupted him. "You forgotten who decides when you need some attention down here, Son?
"No, that not it at all."
"Watch your manners, Son," Jon shot back. "You remember who decides these things?"
Jeeze, it was getting worse and Sellers knew he was causing it.
"You do, Sir. I mean like for sure you do and you have for years, Sir. I know that."
"Then you remember what happens if I decide your emotions are such that you need a little spanking in the afternoon?"
"Yes, for sure, I remember, Sir, but. . ."
"Don't 'but' me, Son. You need me to get out the paddle for you? What's wrong with you today?"
"No, no, please, I don't need that paddle. I REALLY don't need that!"
"Well, Son, I didn't bring you over her to spank you this afternoon. Maybe it hasn't dawned on you but I do do other things in this house?"
"Yes, Sir, sorry Sir"
"Actually I was planning on showing you the architect's drawing of the room I'm going to built out back and am hoping you'll build it with me this summer."
"SUPER, Yes, for sure. I'd love to help you, no problem, I mean like that would be great and we could do it together and all. . ."
"But you're so full of tension today, Son," Jon said "I think we're going to have to have a change of plans, so maybe I'm going to first have to take some time right now and help you out of these jeans and give you a spanking like you've been pressing for?"
"I haven't, honest I haven't, Sir. Really." Sellers was more than just concerned now. "Please not this afternoon, Sir. Please."
"Well, maybe you don't think your been asking for it, but all the signs are there in your voice this afternoon. And, yes, you're right about it being a long time since your last time. I should have remembered that myself. But, never mind, I can take the time to give you a good one today. Will just take these down for you and warm you up real well down there. You just need it sometimes, that's all."
"Please. . ." Sellers had his arms around Jonathan, holding him tightly, almost tenderly.
But Jonathan wasn't responding.
"You need the paddle, Son?" He replied sharply
"No, no, Sir."
"Ok, then let me undo this belt your you. Stand tall, Son. Time we take these down and spank you."
Sellers let him. He had no other choice. He stood there and let Jonathan strip him bare to spank him!
To Be Continued