They say that birds of a feather flock together.
Thus it was that one parent (the one referred to in my first story) ultimately referred me to another.
And the great advantage of this sort of recommendation is that you start from common knowledge and have no need for delicate negotiation.
So it was that Billy, age 14, crossed my threshold one winter's saturday, ready to begin his tuition.
This was an attractive youngster, already finding girlfriends according to his mother. He had light brown curly hair, a slightly frecklesome and rather long, fair face, a slender body. There was something a touch soft and feminine in his looks - only a touch - but in manner he was all puppy-dog ebullience, lively, mischievous, entertaining. Never mind his looks, he was an attractive personality too.
In the way of things, I start out by assessing levels of skill in various areas of endeavor. The Saturday session was given over to a variety of tests.
And in the nature of things also, this work of mine, even with the recalcitrant or slack, often begins with a honeymoon period, where the youngster works hard and meets deadlines. So even though Billy knew I had permission to inflict every manner of embarrassing punishment (-or perhaps because of that-) he afforded me no reason to do so.
I believe in embarrassing and spanking boys who commit misdemeanours, but I certainly do not believe in injustice and, as I recorded in my first story, most of my clients have sons who behave quite reasonably, thank-you, without the need for physical punishment, even if it was permitted by the parent, which it generally is not. I have respect for my students and would never do what is not normal and accepted in their families, nor would I seek to manufacture misbehaviour in order to punish. Sufficient unto the boy is the spanking thereof.
Billy, however, did eventually furnish the context. He had settled by then into a pattern of seeing me twice a week after school, so he would arrive in his school clothes - maroon blazer and tie, white shirt, grey long trousers, black shoes and socks. Gradually, his homeworks for me started to tail off, I issued a warning, a final warning, and the day came that he arrived naked unto the conference chamber. Well, in his school clothes, but nude in respect of his homework assignment. Oh dear.
We were in my study, which is a longish, narrowish room, booklined on the long walls, with my desk at the far end by the window. I had my swivel chair turned so my back was to the desk. Billy sat in a high backed leather chair, facing me, but slightly to one side.
"There's no way out of a spanking this time, Billy," I said.
"Couldn't I do it for next time, Sir?"
"I might have considered that, but you have already had two chances. Well haven't you?"
He hung his head. "Yes Sir."
"Well, I think we'd better get some clothes off. Go into the hallway and take off your blazer and shoes. Hang the blazer on one of the clothes hooks and leave the shoes there."
Billy looked a little startled but followed the injunction, eventually padding back in his socks, trousers, shirt and tie.
"Good," I said, moving a low backed wicker chair into the centre of the room. "I am going to teach you the position for bending over. Come."
I led him to the chair and bent him over it, legs apart. I steered his bottom so it stuck outward and up. "Very good," I said, letting the palm of my hand rest on the seat of his trousers, my middle finger pointing downwards along the centre seam. "This is a position you must remember. Now stand up and give me your shirt and tie."
He stood, a little red-faced. "My shirt and tie?"
"Your mother did tell you I could punish you dressed or undressed?"
"You mean.... I'm going to have to....?"
The colour had drained from his face.
"Undress? Oh yes, certainly."
Until now, he had really seemed to enjoy his sessions with me. Now he was seeing a different side of me.
"Sir. It's a bit embarrassing. Couldn't I...?"
His voice trailed away as I stared straight back in his eyes. "Your shirt and tie please, Billy. Don't make me have to punish you more severely than you deserve."
As if needing to get it over with, he quickly ripped off his tie, tugged his shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoned it, and handed both over.
He was bare chested and colour was returning to his cheeks, spreading down his throat and onto the upper parts of his chest. Billy was so embarrassed!
"Now the trousers."
"Oh SIR! Please not my trousers!"
"Billy, why are you so shy? We are both male. Your body holds no surprises for me."
"But I don't ever...well... undress in front of my parents."
"I'm sure you did once."
"Oh sure, when I was small, sir. But that's different."
"Would it help if I took your trousers down?" I made as if to reach forward.
He jumped back. "No... it's OK sir, I'll take them down."
"And off."
"And off. OK. Yes, Sir."
"Well do it then, you pest! Hurry up!"
A grin crossed his face at the word pest. A slight mischievousness had returned. He pulled down his trousers, took them off and handed them over.
Billy was wearing red boxer shorts, quite short. "Do I get my spanking now?" he asked.
"When I've taken down your shorts. Come here."
"MY SHORTS! Aw, Sir! That's not fair."
"Come here."
"Can't I turn round and take them off myself?"
"Come here, Billy."
"Sir! Please!"
"Billy, if you don't come here now, instead of spanking your bare bottom with my hand, I'll cane it!"
He quickly came to me. I took down his boxers and had him step out of them. He tried to turn away from me, but I made him put his hands on his head and face me. His penis was soft, quite thin and long, circumcised, with just a straggle of thin pubic hair.
"Now," I said, "Tell me why you are being punished."
"Because I didn't do my homework, Sir."
"And what has your punishment been so far?"
"Having to take all my clothes off?"
"That's right. How did it feel?"
"Scarey."
"How do you feel now, standing naked in front of me?"
"A bit embarrassed."
"Come and lie across my knees."
I sat forward and he draped himself across me. I put my hand on his smooth hot butt cheeks. I smacked them, once, twice, many times. They grew pink. They went red. He started to kick and cry.
I stopped. I stood him back before me, hands on head. His penis was hard.
It was some while before I needed to punish Billy again, but when I did, he was hard before his trousers were off.
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