(continued from Part I)
Jonathan tugged the belt through the Boy's loops on his jeans and tossed it aside over the back of the huge couch over there at the side. He hadn't even bothered to shut the drapes.
Jon's fingers felt around and found his zipper metal and tugged it down for him too. All the way! Why couldn't he do it for himself?!? Sellers was gritting his teeth, steeling himself for something he really didn't want to happen, especially not today, his eyes were clenched shut, his face contorted in a tight grip, his body very tense as Jon handled his jeans. Sellers tenseness wasn't the kind of thing Jon couldn't help but notice.
Jon gave a tug and the Boy's jeans moved a bit down his front and ass to his legs too, but still his jeans were only slightly off his buns. Underneath the whites of his briefs were now slowing.
"What's wrong, Sellers?" he paused, stood up and asked the Boy. "You've been over my lap many time now, what making you so tense today?" His hand clutched his thinly cotton covered bottom.
Sellers was struggling hard, almost of the brink of tears. He didn't want Jon to know that. His emotions were rising inside of him. He could tell it, but he didn't want Jon to know. He liked Jonathan. He liked him so much. Somehow he was bothered about Jon stripping him like this. Why couldn't he do it himself? And he didn't want Jon's hands on his briefs either, taking them down and all and then going everywhere on him, all over his buns, while he was forced to just stand there and take it from him. And his _c_o_c_k_ should be his own! Why did he have to let Jonathan handle him and help him like a small body and then spank him like this. OK, maybe he did need it, even want some attention from Jonathan. It has been a while, but it was all of this rest that was bothering him and he knew it.
Sellers threw his arms around Jonathan and hugged him even more tightly. He didn't want to become emotional, but he was afraid he was becoming just that. His long shoulder length hair flopped over Jon's shoulders as he buried his head there, trying to hide any indication that he was about to cry. His jeans were halfway down. It wouldn't take long before his jeans would be soon falling soon off his buns completely. Jon's hand was under them holding his buns. He knew he was going to get it and he didn't want it to be any worse than it had to be, but he didn't want to be stripped like this now and spanked today. He just didn't want it! He sunk his head on Jon's shoulder and he held on to him as tightly as he possibly could.
Jon's right hand had nudged further between his jeans and briefs and although that had caused his jeans to drop a bit further on his buns, his jeans were still clinging to him. Jon's hand stayed deep inside his jeans, gripping and playing his buns far under almost like putty. It was clear to him where Jon was going with this. His one finger was already easing under his briefs down between his thighs reading for him and Seller's young _c_o_c_k_ was beginning to respond as well. He hugged Jonathan ever more tightly as he felt pressure from Jon's finger down there. Sellers was close to tears. He didn't want this. He didn't want to have to be stripped like this any time Jonathan decided to. He didn't want to be fondled like this and more any time Jonathan choose to. And for sure he didn't want to go where this was leading and be stripped and spread out and over his knees, getting another spanking. He just didn't want it. He didn't need it at all. OK, maybe he did need it, at least maybe just a little. But he for sure didn't want it. He really didn't want to feel his bare buns down there spanked again. He didn't want to have to cry for this man. He didn't want it. He just didn't want it. But he knew if Jonathan decided to do it to him, to spank him hard. He was going to get it! He was going to get just that. Spanked!
"What's wrong, Sellers?" Jonathan said it again. "You're real tense, Son. Just thinking about your spanking your going to get?" Jon was patting his bottom.
Sellers whined out emotionally, though softly, "No, No, Sir. But believe me, Sir, I really don't want a spanking now. Please don't." Sellers knew that wasn't what he really wanted to say. He wanted to beg, plead for mercy, but how could Jonathan know that he was absolutely right? He had been thinking about the spanking he knew Jon was planning on giving him. How did this man know him so well? How could one man's hand scare him and yet sometimes comfort him so much? How?
"Well, all you're accomplishing now, Boy, is putting it off." He said. "Let's just get these jeans all the way down, get your bottom nice and bare and get you started crying, my Boy."
Sellers shuttered at those words. How did this man always have the power to make him cry? He knew he would. He always had. He surely would be in a few minutes again. But why? He didn't want Jonathan to expose his bare ass like this and have to spank him. It shouldn't happen like this.
"No, pleeeeeese. . .."
But Jonathan was tender, yet clear in his reply. "Didn't you hear me say a few minutes ago I was going to give you a spanking, Son?"
"Yes." Seller had and he knew it.
"And what happens when I say that, Son?"
"I get spanked, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Sorry, I mean like for sure, OK, I know, . . .."
"Come on, Boy," Jonathan responded. "You're just delaying the inevitable. He pushed Sellers away from him and reached down and stripped down his jeans, all the way to a clump at his ankles over his socks as he'd taken off his shoes when he'd come in the house. He wasn't being so gentle now.
Sellers was standing stiffly, afraid, lonely, but he didn't want another spanking!
Jonathan was helping him roughly out of his jeans anyway. Stripping him! When he finished and his legs were free and clear, Jonathan stood up and looked at him standing there, his head down. He looked so sad standing there that Jonathan couldn't help but hug the Boy.
"Come on, Son," his hand resting on his brief covered bottom. "Don't take it so hard. This is just a spanking you really need today on those young buns."
"But I don't want a spanking today. I didn't do anything wrong. Please I don't need one." His deep eyes looked so sad, watery. "Please don't make me take one."
His eyes were so sad and mournful, Jonathan just looked at him a minute, thinking about this nice young man who had come to be in his charge. He knew how fortunate he was to have him around.
"Sorry, Son, but when I say you 'need one,' well, you just 'need one,' that's all. No use delaying it longer. And we've still got to get you out of these briefs down here and look you all over so I can spank you nice and good down and give you what you need down here too."
"But I don't need one, Sir. Pleeeeeeese."
"Son, you're getting one! Stop this whining!" he replied raising his voice more and speaking sharply.
Sellers felt so scared. For some reason it was worse today. He had had his jeans and briefs taken down and been spanked before across Jonathan's knees, but somehow this was worse.
"Now, let's go, Son, any more of this screwing around and you can just go over and get me the paddle to use on you."
"No, NO! Please, no, sir. . . Please don't paddle me. I'm sorry. I'm sooooo sorry, Sir. I'll be good for you, please, I'll be good." He remembered well how much that paddle hurt the last time Jonathan used it on him.
Sellers hugged him and was about to break out into tears regardless of his age. Jonathan hugged him back tenderly, but he had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Sellers really did need a spanking and a good long one. It was just one of those things that needs to be done sometimes and done right. After all, he wasn't surprised. He'd noticed the Boy wiggling and squirming from the Moment they sat down to lunch together earlier. This one was just at that high school age when a Boy can use some attention down there. Can't let him get too big for his britches too quickly these days.
Over the years, Jonathan had come to known this young lad rather well. He'd become like a second father to the young kid. Back in those days, Sellers' Dad had commonly spanked him. After some of those occasions, the Boy would come over to his place later and let his emotions get the best of him, but Jonathan always listened, helped, always offered support for his Dad's having spanked him, and soon the Boy and his Dad would be back as good friends again. As Sellers grew older, his own Dad traveled more and more and Jonathan would find himself in the position of being a more constantly present male figure for the Boy. He'd first taken Sellers across his own lap for a spanking years ago and it had just continued that way. There were just times when this young one needed a man to keep him going and put him in his place. On those occasions, with his Dad and Mom's full permission and strong approval, Jonathan would take down the Boy's pants and spank him. As Sellers grew older, his own Dad slacked off a bit, mostly probably because on increased business problems, but Jonathan had been there and had stepped right in and took up the slack, often helping him with his homework and others things, doing things with him and all, plus - whenever he needed it -- spanking him. While the teenager would object and promise and please it and all, like other Boys do his age, he would object even more on those occasions when Jonathan had him across his lap for a spanking and would spread him wide. The Boy didn't like that, but it was good for him. He needed that sometimes and given the way he'd been fidgeting and carrying on today, he probably needed it today - an probably a touch of the wood from the paddle as well.
Jonathan was holding him tightly in his arms now. His jeans gone, but his white briefs were still there, though those were about to come down too, to give the Boy his spanking in the way he needed it for sure this afternoon.
Sellers always got spanked on his bare bottom. There was no other was in Jonathan's view. The Boy would get his ass spanked bare.
"So, Son," Jonathan said to him, "Are we going to just take these briefs down quietly now or do you need to walk over there and get my paddle for me today?
Jonathan was almost shaking, regardless of his age.
"No, no, Sir." The Boy said quietly.
"No what, Boy?"
"I mean like, OK, I don't want you to use that paddle, please." He replied. "I mean, OK, I guess I need some time over your lap like you say, I mean like it's been a long time, I know and you're right, I'm sure."
The Boy looked at him with those eyes that could melt an iceberg on the spot and.
Jonathan hugged him.
"OK, then let's just get these down off you Boy and see what we've got here."
Sellers heart sank. He knew he hadn't a prayer of changing his mind now for sure. Jonathan was clearly now at the point where he was going to teach him a lesson. He was going to get it. Like it or not! If past experience was any indication, he was sure now he was in for a lot of attention to his buns and _c_o_c_k_ and balls too and he'd eventually end up over Jon's lap and take another good long spanking that would inevitably leave him emotionally upset and crying his eyes out and the warmth that would be left on his own buns would not only be very well felt during his date tonight but tomorrow and the next day or so as well. He didn't want that! He knew he didn't want that! There was no sense trying to get out of it. He knew from past experience that further objections would make no difference as he'd still get what Jon was going to give him, plus then he'd get the paddle for sure again anyway. He didn't want that!
He'd take his spanking. Jonathan had already made up his mind, after all!
And, even more importantly, he remembered that time a few years ago when he really objected after Jonathan had already decided to spank him. That time, he had gotten spanked, sure but then paddled hard too over his lap! Then it had gotten even worse cause he'd been stood in the corner to think about things and assured he'd be paddled again later. That was horrible enough, but he'd managed to stay in that corner thinking about things but then some friends of his had come over and seen him standing there like that and when they'd asked Jonathan about him, Jonathan had just matter-of-factly said he was being punished and was going to get the paddle again later. He heard them all talking and all, but he was too afraid to look and wasn't going to risk it. And sure enough after they left, he did get paddled again, but in private, and he still got confined to the spare bedroom that night too. He didn't want that again!
He'd take the spanking. And all that came with it.
Sellers felt Jon's hands taking down his briefs, exposing him, pulling them down off his thighs now.
"I can take 'em down for you, Sir." He offered.
"No matter, just step out of them, Son." Jon has pulled them down off his left leg for him now.
He did. He leaned on Jonathan's shoulder and let he him help him out of them and then Jonathan tossed them aside. He stood there is his socks and T-shirt.
A moment later, Sellers could feel Jon's right hand on his bare butt, while his right hand was handling his _c_o_c_k_ and balls, checking him out personally. He could feel his face flushing when Jon's one hand went between his buns and far under. His _c_o_c_k_ was extending in Jon's other hand. This was what he hated the most! He was left at the mercy of Jon's hands and he could feel Jonathan's eyes checking him out.
His body responded naturally.
Jonathan was going to spank him.
If the older man would just stop explore him and just get his spanking over with!
"You look good down here, Son." He heard him say. "Seems like I've been neglecting you. This _c_o_c_k_ of yours is ready for it, too. I can tell."
Well, Sellers though, just get it over with! He felt those gruff hands checking him out. Just get it over with. He was on his stomach muscles now as his right fingers were adding pressure under his ball sack. Please. . . he thought.
"Yea, Sir," he said, "You were right again, as always. I'm really needing some attention from you, Sir. I'm ready for my spanking from you, Sir. Please give it to me now, Sir. Come on, Sir. Let me get over your lap so you can spank me, Sir."
"Stand still, Son." He replied. "You just stand nice and still while I check you out down here, Son; or you'll get the paddle for sure."
_s_h_i_t_! Seller's thought. He's going to make me cum for sure if he keeps this up. Then it's really going to hurt like hell when he spanks me.
"Calm down, Son." Jonathan was not about to be hurried as his hand explored. "Calm down and you stand real still or I'll have to get the Paddle."
Sellers was trying. He was trying as best he could. But when those fingers moved, he wiggled his bottom and knew it was jutting out more in Jon's hands. He was exposing more of himself that he wanted to but still he couldn't help it the way Jon's fingers were over him.
"That's a Boy," was Jon's reply, his hands all over him now. "Make it real easy for me, Boy. Give it to me, Son."
Jon moved his fingers more.
"Ahhhh," Sellers groaned. "Come on, Man. Smack my ass for me, Man. I need a real spanking from you. Teach me who's boss again, Jon. Come on, Man. Spank me, Man. Give me a real one."
Jonathan wasn't to be rushed though.
"Stay still, Son. Don't push me, Boy, or you'll feel my paddle across these buns and I won't go easy."
Jon kept on checking him out, slowly, for sure, for also far too intimately. .
Sellers was in anguish now, but Jon was just not about to be hurried. Jon's fingers knew how to bring pressure to bear just at those times. He stayed erect, but Jon knew how to stop just short of his cuming. But he just couldn't remain still enough.
"Careful, Son," Jon reminded him. "You need the paddle? It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"AHHHHH, I'm trying, Sir, I'm really trying, Sir. I know you can handle me any way you want, Sir, but like I really need that spanking from you, Sir. This is getting me too hot, Sir. I'm gonna' cum if you keep that up."
"You know what I taught you, Son? Stand still!"
"I'm trying, Sir, I'm really trying." Sellers was. He really was! But Jonathan had him by the _c_o_c_k_ and balls and his other hand was all over his buns exploring and with the thought of a spanking or the paddle to come, ht was about to explode in Jon's palm!
"Come on, Son. Let's relax down here. You don't want me to be disappointed, do you?"
For sure Sellers didn't want that!
"Come on, open up. You got nothing to hide from me I ain't seen before, Son."
Sellers tried his best to open up, shifting on his feet, spreading his thighs, trying to give the Man what he wanted.
CRACK!
It came light a bolt of lightening, suddenly, without warning. It hurt, it hurt like hell. Jon had cracked his ass and slapped it very hard. He struggled to retain his balance, but Jon's hand was bracing against him, right above his _c_o_c_k_, preventing him from stumble forward.
"Ouuuuuuuuu! That hurt!" Sellers exclaimed.
"You're _d_a_m_n_ed right that hurt!" Jon shot back. "But it's going to hurt a whole lot worse if you don't spread those buns like I taught you to, Boy!"
Sellers reached back quickly with his own hands now and spread them, exposing himself to the Man. He felt the Man's finger probing him. He didn't want it. Why couldn't he just get spanked like other guys? Why did he have to get examined like this too? Jon's finger was checking him out. His body was reacting, gearing up, just, please, don't use that paddle, he kept thinking to himself over and over again, saying the words to himself silently as his Mantra!
Sellers was thinking to himself as Jon's hands pushed his thighs more apart and ran his fingers over his body.
"Please," he thought, " Please, Sir, go ahead. Use that hand. Make me behave over your lap for you, Sir. I will, I will, I really will, Sir. Go ahead, check me out of whatever your want, Sir, but please, just don't spank me. Please, not now. How could I ever explain it to my date tonight? Gees, no!"
Jonathan was right though, Sellers needed some attention. Sellers knew he needed time with Jonathan. Gees, he needed him. Even the spankings. Sure, they hurt, but they always made him feel like cleansed.
"I mean like a good one right now on my ass would be good too, but please, not now, not now. Please, Sir. I've got a date tonight." Sellers wished he could just tell him how he felt, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to say it. He didn't want Jonathan to know. Too embarrassing, whatever. He was embarrassed. He didn't want Jonathan to know how he felt, but he didn't want spanked now!
Jon could have care less about what the Boy was feeling right now. The Boy had a beautiful bare butt and thrived on attention. Time to spank him and make those buns dance in ways only a teenage Boy can! He'd have to remember to spend more time with him in the future.
"That's a good Boy. Now you're getting there." Jonathan almost purred, while he continued checking him out. "But I'm still going to have to spank ya, ya know?"
"Yes, I know." Sellers really hoped he wouldn't, though. He really hoped he wouldn't! He wanted it; but he didn't want it! Not today!
"Ok, sit down here and let's talk about what's been going on in your life since we last had a chat like this."
Sellers sat there, still naked from his waist down, still concerned, but they talked about things. Jon put his hand on Seller's stomach, then let his hand go up under his T-shirt and tested his pecs. He knew what was coming!
He hated being forced to sit like this, almost naked and all, but he knew he had no choice, no choice at all. If Jonathan was going to spanking him and all, well, there wasn't much he could do about it, now was there? It was just one of those things he'd have to get through, that's all.
Jonathan put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. Sellers hugged him back hard around his strong chest and meant it. The guy meant a lot to him and helped him more than anyone had ever tried. Still, it was something Sellers always appreciated about his relationship with Jonathan, the way they could talk about anything and all. He was someone he could talk to and he did, about anything, anything. That part he liked. He didn't like the spankings!
They hadn't spent time together for a long time so they talked on. Sellers hoped Jon would change his mind about spanking him, but still he appreciated it. No question Jon's being in his life had improved things for him in every way. It couldn't deny Jon that, but still, even though he didn't like Jonathan's methods, even he had to admit they had worked on him.
Sellers hugged him more tightly. He shifted his weight and unwillingly exposed a bun. Jonathan had noticed and reached over and cupped his bun with his strong right hand and gripped him there. Sellers jerked. He couldn't help it, but he had to try not to. He didn't want a spanking!
"You're a little tense down here, aren't you, Son?" Jon asked while firmly gripping that bun in his one hand and feeling his stomach with the other.
"Ah, yea, I guess, Sir." He tied an explanation, "You kind'a like surprised me, that's all, Sir."
"Well," Jon seemed to be thinking, "I think we're just going to have to take the time this afternoon to help you take care of it an all. You know, help you get it all out, help you be a good kid and all."
Again, Jonathan's hand was right there on his bare bun.
"But I am a good kid and all," Sellers tried to explain. Then he hugged him even more tightly as if to reinforce his words. Unfortunately when he did so he also shifted more and gave Jon an unintentionally even better shot as his bare bottom now.
"That's a good Boy," Jonathan responded
But Sellers hadn't meant that! He hadn't meant that at all!
Jonathan's fingers and hand were between his cheeks now, way under, where a spanking can hurt the most. Sellers tried to move.
"We're just going to have to give you a real good spanking, that's all." Jon was speaking slowly.
"But can't you give me another punishment today, Sir?" Sellers tried. He really didn't want a spanking!
SLAP!
Sellers jerked and screamed from the unexpected force of it.
"OUUUUUUUH! SIR, Please!"
Jon had hit him and hit him real hard right across his bun. Jeez, he's really into to it today, Sellers thought but he kept his thoughts to himself.
SLAP!!!!
"EEEEOOOOOUTH!!!! I'm sorry, Sir!" Sellers let out quickly. The sharp pain was too much. "I'm really sorry, Sir. Please, Sir! Pleeeeese"
He was almost in tears it hurt so much already!
"Didn't you hear me say I was going to give you a spanking, Son?"
"Yes, yes, Sir, I did Sir, please Sir, I'm sorry, Sir!"
"Then don't you be telling me you don't want one, Boy."
"I'm sorry, Sir, I'm reeeeeeeealy sorry, Sir!
Jonathan slapped him again and hard!
"Ouuuuugh!"
"Now you go get me the paddle, Boy and be quick about it."
Jon pushed him off the chair. Sellers stood up as quickly as he could and went to get that dreaded paddle he really didn't want to feel. He opened the closet door and there it was still hanging there. His back was toward Jonathan and he knew Jon could see his buns. He hoped they weren't too red already, then he walked over and stood in front of Jonathan, and handed him the paddle. Sellers stood there tall and straight. He didn't try to cover his privates or anything. Jonathan had long ago taught him to stand up straight and be proud. There wasn't any other way. Not if he didn't want to risk feeling even more of that Paddle that he was already going to!
Jonathan took the paddle from the trembling Boy's hands and tested it against his palms. Then he looked up at Sellers. He put the paddle on the floor beside him.
"Ok, Son," Jon reached up and took Sellers by the forearm. "Over you go, Boy. That a way. Right up here straight now. I want to see this bare ass of yours right up here so I can spank it good for you. That a Boy. Good Boy."
Sellers was so embarrassed! He always was, but this time was somehow worse, much worse. He tried his best to get his balance, but he was having trouble getting it today the way Jonathan was moving him up and over his lap and positioning him and all.
"That a Boy." Jon was patting his bare bottom now.
Sellers was gritting his teach preparing himself for the worst.
Jon rested his hand on Seller's bare cheeks and talked to him about being a better Boy from now on. Sellers shivered with humiliation and fear. He wasn't sure which. He wasn't sure which would be worse even if he did know why he felt all tense and all, but he just did. He was over Jonathan's knees now, his ass bare, and he knew he was going to get a spanking and be in tears for sure and real soon now too!
"Pleeeeeese. . ." Sellers whispered, almost whimpered, quietly. "Please, Sir. . . . Pleeeeeeeese."
Jonathan was running his hand over the Boy's bare buns. His left hand reached around Sellers' waist after pushing his T-shirt up high over his shoulders and baring his whole back. All he had left was his high socks. Not much, but it was all that he had anyway. Jonathan's left hand went way under his waist and grabbed his young _c_o_c_k_ and balls, moving them around for positioning and all. Jonathan was always careful about that. Still, it was going to really hurt, no matter what. He could feel his buns tense, try to clench hard, anything to give him a break. He knew it wouldn't work. It never had in the past. Still, he tried!
"Pleeeeeeeeeeese. . . ."
"Now, now, Son." Jonathan spoke almost gently now. "You know I'm going to have to spank you now."
Sellers dropped his head, almost unconsciously nodding agreement. Yes, he knew it. He knew it for sure, but he didn't want it. He didn't want spanked.
Jon shoved his fingers between his buns.
Sellers knew it was something that was just going to happen. He was in for a major spanking this afternoon, he just knew it. He'd just have to take it, like he always did, somehow. He was going to cry, maybe even a lot, maybe even scream, but it didn't matter what he thought or wanted. He was Jonathan's Boy and whatever Jonathan wanted to give him, he'd take it. After all, maybe if he took it really well and all Jonathan would forget about the paddle and not paddle him too? Well, there was a chance.
Sellers tried to relax his buns. He couldn't. Jonathan's hands were EVERYWHERE.
"ouuuuuuuu"
Jon slapped his bare bun. It hurt. Even though it hadn't been as hard as those earlier three slaps when Jon was mad, still. IT HURT!
"Ouuuuuu, Sir. Please, Sir."
Mercy was not likely to be forthcoming. Jonathan wasn't the type, nor did pleas, promises, apologies, anything work. Whenever Jonathan had decided to spank him in the past, that was exactly what he had always been turned over for, whether he wanted it or not! This afternoon it was likely going to be the same!
He didn't want it! He didn't want his bare ass smacked so hard and so well that he'd be crying and his ass would be red tonight for sure.
It didn't matter what he wanted!
Jon slapped his bare ass again but harder this time!
"Ouuuuuuooooh." He couldn't help himself. He wasn't going to become emotional this time. He wasn't going to give him that pleasure. But he might not be able to help it either!
Jonathan wasn't paying attention to Sellers or what the Boy might be thinking. He was focused on the cute, nice and tight bare buns right there on his lap. And the hard _c_o_c_k_ in his hand under the Boy's waist. The Boy was doing his best to keep those buns tight, still holding to the impossibly vain belief that he could protect them from him. He was wiggling still over his lap as he tried to find balance for what was coming. Jonathan grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ and balls underneath him more tightly and pulled them forward in an attempt to both protect them during his spanking but also to increase his control of the Boy over his lap now.
Sellers jerked when he grabbed him more firmly like that. Momentarily Sellers forgot about protecting his buns and focused instead of Jonathan's other hand gripping his balls and _c_o_c_k_ and holding him tightly. He knew with Jonathan's hand on him like that his erection would only grow stronger. But he also knew from past experience with Jonathan that Jonathan just wouldn't care.
Jonathan was focused more on the Boy's nice white buns close up now over his lap. Too white, he thought to himself. No teenage Boy's buns should be allowed to become that white during the training stage. He made a mental note to himself to remember to tend to this Boy more carefully in the coming months and not let him get like this again. He ran his palm and fingers over the Boy's cheeks now, checking him out carefully and enjoying the discomfort he was causing Sellers over his lap.
Sellers, he knew, just wanted to get it all over with.
Jonathan didn't.
There was real pleasure to be enjoyed in spanking a Boy like Sellers and Jonathan had no intention of hurrying up things and denying himself that intimate pleasure of the whole experience Sellers was about to provide. The first several slaps had already shown their effect with a few red marks where his hand had landed on the Boy's buns. That redness was beginning to show nicely. He had a long way to go though.
Sellers was clenching again and trying his best, but Jonathan was ultimately going to win this one, as he always had in the past and always would in the future. Sellers knew that.
Jonathan was going to enjoy this one for sure. He rested his hand on that bare bottom, shifting the Boy over again on his lap, still clutching his balls and re-arranging him. This one was going to be a good one. It HAD been a long time!
He brought his palm down sharply right across both buns. Sellers let out a rather loud "Ouuuuuch" for this early in the afternoon and lurched forward on his lap.
Jonathan followed up very quickly now, rapidly but very methodically slapping his buns again and again and again and again. He didn't believe in warms up's. That was for the video flicks.
Sellers threw his head down toward the floor and was beating his forearms against the floor now. He was shaking his legs violently as if that would help ease the pain of the spanking.
It didn't!
"Ouuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeou." He let out a long one.
Jonathan kept it up spanking his bare bottom.
Sellers kept hoping he'd quit and soon.
Jonathan didn't!
His spanking continued and seemed to go on forever.
Please, Sellers' kept thinking, let this end soon.
It didn't.
Finally he found he couldn't control his grunts. It just hurt too much.
He tried to reach back to protect himself, but that only got his buns spanked much harder.
He wanted soooooo much to apologize, to promise, but promise what? He didn't know what he had done.
Finally the tears well up in the Boy and he could control them no more. His head fell forward again and he began to cry to himself.
Jonathan noticed, of course, but he kept on spanking the Boy. The Boy's bare bottom was very red now, but it was going to become even far more so. It HAD been far too long!
Sellers couldn't help it. He was crying more loudly now, just hoping and praying he'd stop spanking him and soon. He was trying, trying his best to hold still and just take it, but he just couldn't no matter how hard he tried. The slaps from Jonathan's hand were landing all over his bare ass now. He'd swerve to one side then the other, but that palm landed hard anyway. Sometimes Jonathan would seem to stop and move him over his lap more. Those were the worst moments as after that Jonathan would usually land a hard slap far under his buns or sometimes on parts of his fleshy thighs. That really hurt and sent him howling!
Jonathan brought his right hand down again and again right across the Boy's bare buns right up over his lap now. He was giving this teenage Boy a lesson that was just something he needed and needed badly. The teenager's legs jerked along with his body every time Jon's hand landed again across his bare bottom. Jon was taking control of the Boy in the way that would do him the most good. The Boy's very red bare fanny was turning even redder as Jon spanked him and the Boy struggled and cried out loud.
If anyone had looked in those windows right now, they would have seen the Boy getting spanked and plainly. Jonathan has never attempted to hide the fact that he spanked Sellers if the topic ever came up anywhere. Sellers was whining, crying, even yelling now as Jon spanked him. You could hear his crying, for sure, if you had happened up on Jonathan's porch to his front door that afternoon.
Still, Jonathan was paying no attending to the Boy's sobbing and crying. His focus was on the bright red fanny of the Boy he was spanking and who was still struggling over his lap while he gave him what he needed. From Jon's point of view, this was what it was all about. His control and domination of this young man's bare fanny. The Boy was struggling, crying, trying to get away, but he was getting his spanking and he was going to get whatever Jon decided to give to him. This was when it was best, that point when all the time and care suddenly paid off. The teenager's bare ass was his and he was getting his bare spanking anyway Jonathan chose to give it to him . . . and then some.
The spanking continued.
The Boy was struggling, still sobbing and crying some, but the Boy had not yet broken down yet. Jonathan had spanked him before over the years and he knew he was getting close though. His hand felt the Boy's buns. Real hot they were now. Then spread his thighs more and spanked him again on those more tender spots where it would do the Boy the most good.
Sellers let out a louder yell, but he wasn't there yet.
Jonathan continued his spanking. The Boy was close. He wasn't going to need the paddle today. Jonathan's palm would be able to give him what he needed possibly.
Jon reached under the Boy and renewed his grip, then continued spanking the Boy. The Boy jerked and seemed to cry harder.
The room was filled now with the sounds of this teenage Boy getting a spanking. No one passing by even on the curb outside could possibly misinterpret those sounds. Still Sellers was sobbing now.
Jon spanked him.
"EUUUUUCH! STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE."
Sellers jerked frantically, his hands and palms pounded the floor and he began crying hard now, letting it all out.
Jon kept it up, kept spanking the Boy. He had finally reached him and broken him. Now he could teach him a lesson.
He did!
That afternoon the room was filled with Sellers' tears and promises. Jonathan's time and care had been well spent. Jonathan's hand landed again and again and again across his Boy's already very red bare bottom. The teenage Boy cried and begged, but the young one got the spanking Jonathan had decided he needed. It went on and on and on and then Jonathan cupped his buns hard and spoke to him again.
"Stand up, Son."
For sure Sellers did as quickly as he could. His hands went to wipe his eyes, but nothing could wipe his tears streaking down his face. He tried to stand tall, unconcerned about his _c_o_c_k_ and young balls hanging out there. Jon was looking him over. He wasn't going to object though. Again he remembered. Once years ago Sellers had tried to protect himself from Jon's view when he was being punished. Jon has screamed at him to stand up tall and slapped his hands away, then Jonathan had brought out the paddle and paddled him for it. He was to stand tall and be proud. He didn't want to have to relearn that lesson!
Jonathan told him to turn around and he did that too. Jon was running his hands over his burning buns, checking him out, feeling the heat in those buns from his spanking.
"Lean against the chair, Son," Jonathan said matter-of-factly. "Let me see these buns, Boy."
Sellers did that too and quickly. Jon's hands were checking him out, but when his fingers moved, Sellers could again feel the pain and knew he was very red back there. He just hoped Jon wasn't going to spank him anymore! And please, please, please not the Paddle!
Then Jonathan grabbed him abruptly and pulled him into his arms. Sellers hugged him back as tightly as he could, he was getting emotional and about to cry all over again. He felt secure in Jon's arms, but Jon's hand was on his bottom.
"You needed this today, didn't you, Son?"
"Yea, you're right again," he tried to speak without crying. "It's nice to know you care. I can't explain it. It hurts like Hell, but I feel good." He was becoming teary again as he fell into Jonathan's arms. He felt very good there. Somehow protected. He felt OK. Everything was OK.
"Ooooouch!" Sellers jerked forward
Jon had slapped his ass again. It wasn't that it was so hard, but more like that his buns were already so sore.
"Been too long," Jon said.
"Ooooooooo." Sellers was crying softly again in Jon's arms.
"Far too long."
"Euuuchough. Please, Sir."
"Don't you ever let it get this long again, Son."
"Oooooooooooch! I won't, Sir, I promise, Sir. Pleeeeeeeeese."
"Nah, you need it, Son."
Jonathan started spanking him again, still holding him. Jon just held him tightly and spanked him all over again, this time holding him tightly in his arms at the same time he reach down and slapped his ass.
When it was finally really over, Jonathan pulled Sellers beside him on the couch and talked more with him. They talked about everything but mostly Sellers' feelings and needs. Standards were set, agreements made, and when Sellers finally hugged Jonathan tightly as he prepared to walk out to the car with him, Sellers felt higher and better than he could ever remember having felt before. It had been a long afternoon.
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Later, driving home in the car with the radio blaring his favorite station, Sellers couldn't help but hope he wouldn't be having lunch with Jonathan too soon in the future! Weekend lunches gave Jonathan far too much leisure and far too much time to spank him a lot! Still, Sellers accepted his adopted "uncle's" care and knew he was fortunate to have him.
Nevertheless, steering the car down the street on his way back to his house, his feelings were all over the place.
Under his briefs, his fanny was very very sore and hot. He knew that for sure! He was uncomfortable sitting and driving on the leather seats. Now his concern was his date in a few hours. How many cold showers can I take between now and then he kept thinking as he drove home? Can I actually wear Levi's comfortably tonight? They might chaff more. Jees, what an afternoon.
And Sellers, as he bounded in the front door of his place and saw his folks sitting there, knew that it would happen again. For sure, he'd be hitting the books tomorrow, all day tomorrow!
"Did you have a good afternoon with Jonathan? Nice visit today?" His Mom asked?
"Sure, Ah, yea, sure." He was surprised at her question but tried to answer not wanting to really tell her ANYTHING.
"Good, Sel," his Dad added. "Jonathan just called and said you were on your way back home. It was nice to talk with him again. Glad to hear your grade are looking up as well. You're lucky to have him for a Tutor."
"Yea," Sellers added. "Got that right, you do."
"And he said to tell you to come back again Friday after school."
Sellers' heart lost a beat. He looked at his folks sitting there.
"Really?" Sellers really was surprised. He could feel his buns clench in his briefs.
"Yep, Sel," his Dad continued. "It's good he's taking an interest in you on things your mother and I can't help you with."
His parents both seemed to be smiling almost sympathetically. Did they know? Surely not! He tried to smile, but somehow he couldn't.
Friday was a whole week away, after all. That had to count for something.
The afternoon had been his worse feeling ever while driving over. Now that it was over, he still had to admit to himself he felt very good and comfortable about everything anyway. He could slay the world single handily. And he would! First, however, there was the little matter about showering and figuring out how to handle his date!
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(Yes, Sellers and Jonathan are both real and what is described above is what happened. This is non-fiction. Cal)