I sat on the side of the bed. "I should be nervous!" I thought but then I remembered the double hit of valium inside me, giving me this "everything's alright now everything's fine and I know you will sleep well tonight" feeling. Ahhh.
Jacque had left me in the handsomely outfitted bedroom to wait for my "boy," Eric. I felt a slight pulse of regret that I could not have Tommy, Alex - well, all five of them. But Eric was the clear choice for me, with that fine boyish LONG butt!
Now there came a light tap at the door. "Come in" brought the door open slowly and there he stood in all his glory. Well, maybe that's not exactly true - "all his glory" might imply that he was butt naked but the boy was fully clothed, just as he looked when he walked through that door on stage, the second door from the right, and I saw him for the first time. But glorious he was!
He walked to the side of the bed, about three feet away from me - and held out his hand for a handshake. I stood to shake his hand and then letting go, sat back down. He could have been the son of a new member of my parish, shaking hands as they came out of church. But, oh, thank God, he wasn't!
The light in this room was unusual. I'm no technician or electrician so I don't know how they achieved the effect but everything seemed to have kind of a soft glow about it. Eric most of all. His perfect skin glowed. His thick blond hair. And there was a light like the reflection of a lit candlewick in his eyes. What a great looking boy!
I patted the bed next to me.
"Sit down, son! Don't be afraid!"
Well, of COURSE, he WASN'T afraid but my statement to him was the first sign I had that I was beginning to take active part in a little bit of make-believe. He sat tentatively at my side - not quite close enough to be touching. I looked over. Eric was looking down, an untroubled expression, obedient.
Okay, I'm going to quit raving about how gorgeous he was. I can't say enough to get it across anyway. I've lived too long to fall instantly in love with a kid I'm paying money to spank but his physical beauty filled me with an appreciative warm emotion and my _c_o_c_k_ was again standing at full mast in my pants.
I patted his thigh, sleekly held in the tight denim jeans, warm.
"You'll be alright, son! You just need to be taught a little lesson!"
At that his eyes darted over to meet mine - his expression, just barely communicating fear, was perfect for the occasion. I let my hand rest on that muscular thigh. He flexed it under my light grip.
"We'll just have a talk and then you will go on your way, good as new. That's what this is about."
"Just a talk?" he said. His voice was warm and masculine. He managed to make his question sound as if "just a talk" was what he wanted, when I knew he was fully aware that there would be more than talking in this room soon enough.
"Well, that's just an expression. We'll talk and then I'll decide what you need to keep you in line in the future - something that you won't forget."
_d_a_m_n_ation! My _c_o_c_k_ was really ready for action now. I could have gladly given up the opportunity to find out just how much I liked spanking a firm young butt and instead rolled him onto his belly on the bed and _f_u_c_k_ed him again and again.
What?!!!!!!! Where did THAT thought come from? The valium, the lighting, the beauty of this boy, the city of New Orleans? I've never had anal intercourse in my life - but I was sure thinking about it now and not in prudish terms! Well, that was more than I'd paid for, I reminded myself.
"Well, Sir, Mr. Laughton," Eric said, "you may as well go ahead and punish me. You know we've talked before and I've had warnings. I'm ready to receive what I deserve."
Good. Why waste time with too much of these preliminaries?
"Okay, son. Stand up here in front of me then and I'll get you ready."
He stood and I spread open my legs so he could stand up close. Again I felt great temptation, this time to fumble fast as I could at his jeans and gobble his young _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth. Was I breathing some kind of _s_e_x_ air here? It felt like it!
I looked at the blue denim shape before me. Every curve and indentation in the boy's muscles could be seen through the material and so could a very sizable extension between his legs. And I could feel the body heat radiating from his young energy.
I thought of something I wanted to do. No, I'd better not. Then remembering that this was a professional situation here, I went ahead. I placed my left hand firmly on that bulge before me.
"This, my boy!" I looked up into his eyes. "This is the cause of all your troubles! I understand, son, it gives you feelings you can't control and it also gives other boys feelings towards you that THEY can't control. But you will learn, won't you?"
Through that righteous sounding little speech I kept my vision focused on his light blue innocent-looking eyes and my hand tight on a shifting warm mound of firm boyish flesh.
"Yes, sir," he said quietly.
"Okay, boy," I assured him and slightly reluctantly dropped my hand from his swollen crotch. It took me both hands to unfasten the belt buckle. Then with my left I pulled the belt out through the loops of his jeans. It snagged a bit a couple of times. To steady his body, I slipped my right hand around to place it firmly behind the left cheek of his butt. When the belt snagged his buttock pressed harder onto my palm and I could feel the resilience of his muscular butt-flesh.
Then again with both hands, I unbuttoned his jeans. Slipping the fingers of my right hand under the waistband to hold them as I unzipped, noting the smooth skin against the back of my fingers, my left hand at his zipper soon allowed the beauty of those shimmering white briefs to bulge out with the pressure of a young _c_o_c_k_, throbbing and apparently still fattening up.
Carrying on the charade of the ministerial reminder, I then took both hands one at each side of the waist of the jeans, and leaning forward, lowered them. This put my mouth up so close to his bulging briefs! Set free again by remembering he was my employee at the moment, I gave in and went ahead and let my mouth rest there, on the outside of his underwear, against the side of a shuddering prick. As if only because of my position.
"Step out of them, Eric," I mumbled pressing ever harder against his _c_o_c_k_ with my mouth. The front of my upper teeth slid on the cotton, which I noticed now was dampening. He was good! He firmly stood his ground!
"Yes sir," he said. The movement of one leg and then the other as he stepped out of the jeans caused his _c_o_c_k_ to slide under the cotton and move against the pressure of my lips. I let my mouth open ever so slightly, giving the thick tube more of a space to move in. I inhaled deeply drawing in his clean musky smells. I couldn't see them but imagined his balls upheld by the briefs. Man! I couldn't have begun to imagine how wonderful this experience would be! And it had really not even begun yet! The best was yet to come!