The boy was standing on the metro station, between two platforms. A train came in on one; he didn't catch it. A train came in on the other; he didn't catch that.
Paul looked at him. Maybe 13 or 14; asiatic; black hair and soft complexion; brown eyes; white sports shoes and white socks; fawn cotton long trousers.
Paul's eyes traversed upwards from trouser leg to calf to back of thigh to buttocks. Shapely buttocks, rounded, pretty. Light blue shirt tucked into the trousers.
The boy turned, his eyes meeting Paul's. He smiled slightly. Paul smiled back.
Another train drew in. Paul boarded and looked back. The boy hesitated, then followed, sitting opposite Paul in the nearly empty late morning train.
Paul looked at the boy again. The boy held his gaze and smiled. "No school?" Paul asked.
"Don't like," the boy replied.
"Just hanging about?" Paul asked.
"Travel card," the boy replied, waving a card.
"Not good," Paul said. "I live near. You want to come?"
The boy nodded. "I come," he said.
They left the train at the next station. Paul's flat was in an apartment block, five minutes away.
They went into the flat. Into Paul's living room. Paul motioned him to sit.
"What's your name?" Paul asked.
"Ali," the boy replied. "What you like?"
The boy stroked the crotch of his trousers ostentatiously. "I do anything. You pay," he said.
"I see," Paul said, "That's your game. I think we have a little misunderstanding here, Ali." Paul took out his wallet and flashed an official-looking card without giving Ali time to examine it. "My job's to get kids into school - and to take their guardians to court if they're not doing their job. You caught me on my way home from work."
Ali's mouth dropped open. "Please," he said urgently, "no trouble. Let me go. I not do this no more."
"Don't think I can do that," Paul said.
"Please!" Ali begged. "I get in bad trouble with dad!"
"I see." Paul pretended to reconsider. "Well, you have to be punished some way Ali."
"Please Sir. You punish. Anything. Just not tell dad."
"But I'm not sure I can," Paul said.
Ali's face fell. "Why you not punish me?"
"My job's just to tell the parent. I could lose my job if I punish you."
"No-one going to know, Sir. Why I tell anyone? "
"Hmm," Paul said. "I think I'd better hear what you've been getting upto first. What have you been doing with men? Be honest if you want me to help you."
"Most thing, Sir; I do most thing. "
"Like?"
"It's shaming, Sir. Not want to say."
"OK, perhaps I'd better take you to your dad..." Paul rose to his feet.
"No Sir, please!" Ali grasped Paul by the arm, tears rolling down his cheek.
Paul put his arm round Ali's shoulders, holding him close. "All right, Ali, "he said, "sit back down."
They sat down side by side on the settee, Paul with his arms still round Ali's shoulders, their knees and thighs touching. "Tell me what you've been doing with men."
"Sucking, Sir. You know what I say?"
"Yes I know. They suck you?"
"And I suck them, Sir."
"And other things?"
"Yes Sir, other things... dirty things, Sir."
"Like?"
"They _f_u_c_k_, Sir. Truth."
"And they pay you?"
"Yes Sir, they pay. Good money."
"You like what they do?"
"Didn't used to Sir."
"But now?"
"Used to it."
"And sometimes enjoy?"
"Depends on man, Sir. Some men kind."
"I see. You have been a bad boy, Ali. I'll certainly have to punish you for this."
"How you punish, Sir?"
"I smack your bottom, Ali."
"Oh! It hurt?"
"It hurt, yes."
"Oh. You do this now?"
"Soon. When I've taken your clothes off."
"You want _s_e_x_?"
"No Ali. I spank boys on bare skin - otherwise I hurt my hand instead of their bottom. Understand?"
"Yes Sir. But..."
"But...."
"Feel a bit shy no clothes when not _s_e_x_."
"Part of the punishment, Ali - he gave Ali's shoulders a squeeze. "We've got to teach you a big lesson so you stop doing this. Understand?"
"'k, sir."
"Let's start with these shoes." Paul bent forward to unlace them.
"I take off if you want, Sir."
"No Ali. It's part of the punishment. You just have to do what I say. Yes?"
"Yes, Sir, OK."
Paul undid Ali's laces, then, holding each ankle, he removed each shoe in turn.
Leaving the shoes on the floor, Paul turned half toward Ali and undid his trouser belt. "You wearing underpants?" he asked.
"Course Sir," Ali said.
Paul unfastened Ali's top clasp and unzipped his fly. "Lift your bum," he said. Ali complied and Paul hauled Ali's trousers to his ankles, then carefully removed each trouser leg.
Ali's long legs were smooth and hairless. Paul reached down and removed one sock. Ali twitched and giggled. "Is ticklish," he explained. Paul smiled and took off the other sock.
Ali's shirt front was long and covered his underpants. Paul unbuttoned the shirt, starting at the top. Ali wore a white T-shirt beneath.
Paul completed the unbuttoning and drew the shirt wide. Ali wore white underpants, tented forward by an obvious erection. "You're dick is hard, Ali," he said.
"Yes Sir, can't help," Ali said. "Sorry, Sir."
"It's Ok," Paul said. "Sit forward so I can take off your shirt."
Ali sat forward and Paul took off his shirt.
Ali's T-shirt was not tucked into his underpants, but it only came just below their waistband.
"Let's have these underpants off," Paul said. "Lift your bum again for me."
Ali raised his hips. Paul grasped each side of the waistband at the hips, hooked it over Ali's erection and pulled the underpants below Ali's knees, where they slid to his ankles.
Ali and Paul looked down at Ali's hairless _c_o_c_k_, circumcised, five inches, rock hard, pointing straight up his body, throbbing, with neat big balls hanging beneath. "You like?" Ali asked slyly.
"Very good," Paul said, "But I'm here to punish you, not have _s_e_x_ with you. Remember?"
"Yes Sir."
"OK. Let's have this T-shirt off."
Ali sat forward and Paul took off the T-shirt. Ali was naked, sitting on Paul's settee, his dick hard and throbbing still.
Paul stood and went to the next room to collect a straight backed dining chair and a towel. He placed the chair in the centre of the room, sat on it, put the towel across his lap and beckoned Ali to his side.
Paul put his hand round Ali's thighs, his arm resting on Ali's hot buttocks. Then he slid his hand onto Ali's bottom. "This bottom of yours is going to be very sore soon, Ali."
"Yes Sir."
"Lie over the towel."
Ali draped himself across Paul's lap.
Paul had his first proper view of Ali's smooth, protuberant, round butt cheeks. He felt Ali's hard dick pressing between his thighs. "We'll do a little warm up with my hand," he said.
He commenced to smack Ali's bottom in a pattern: low on left buttock; middle of left buttock; upper left buttock; upper right; middle of right; low on right; cleft; then back to low left and so on, gradually building the heat, the redness, the pain - and feeling Ali's erection dissolve between his thighs as the boy began to moan and writhe.
Paul stopped and had Ali stand. His penis was soft now and there were tears in his eyes. "Come," he ordered.
Paul led Ali to his kitchen and had the boy kneel on his wooden kitchen table, knees wide, head down, bottom up, cheeks spread. "This is your first time with the strap," he said, taking a broad leather strap from a kitchen drawer, "so I will not hit you many times, but you must keep your hands on the table and not move, however much it hurts. You understand?"
"Yes Sir. You not hurt me too much?"
"Promise me not to go with men again."
"I not go again. I promise."
Paul brought the strap down hard. Ali yelled but kept still.
"Promise again."
"I promise - not go with men," Ali gasped.
Paul brought the strap down once more.
There were six strokes and six promises, then Paul let Ali down and held him in his arms. Ali went hard again. "You sure you not like _s_e_x_?" Ali said. "I do it free for you Sir."
"You want I punish you again?" Paul said.
"No Sir, please!" Ali said. "But I can come see you if I need spank again?"
"You can come."