My co-worker Carol came to work one day mumbling to her-self and running her hands through her hair.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My son Joe, he's driving me nuts."
"What's he doing?"
"Slipping in school, not showering when he needs to, you know being a 14-year old." I had met Joe a few times at parties at Carol & her partner's house. Although he was 14, he looked like he was 11 or 12 at best. He was much shorter than his peers, still had a baby face, and he acted younger than he was. I was sure these were issues in his life as well. Aside from these issues, Joe was a very pleasant and intelligent young man.
Since I knew Carol was partnered with another woman and Joe's father was not in the picture, I suggested she go to Big Brothers Big Sisters and find him a mentor.
Carol looked at me and exclaimed, "So do it." Meaning I should be his "Big Brother", after a few minutes of soul searching I told Carol I was willing if Joe was.
Carol called me later at home to say Joe was willing to give it a try. He wanted to teach me his favorite game Magic The Gathering. This is a game that uses trading cards to play the role of a wizard who wages battle with other wizards. We agreed to get together the following weekend.
That Saturday everything went well. We went to a movie first then grabbed a burger before heading back to my place. Once at my house Joe began the Magic lessons. Although I was a slow learner in the beginning, it is now one of my favorite pass times. When his mom came to pick him up he did not want to go, so we made plans for the following weekend.
Three weeks after we started getting together Joe came through my door with his head down with his mom on his heals looking angry. Carol ordered Joe to go sit in my living room and asked to talk to me in the kitchen. I poured her a cup of coffee and offered her a seat at the kitchen table before I asked her what was wrong.
"I'm going to kill that boy." Was her response.
"What happened?"
"I got a note from school, he skipped a class, when I asked him why he said he did not have the homework to hand in."
"Did you punish him?"
"When I tried to paddle him, as I always do when he misbehaves, he argued he was too old now to be paddled by his mom. He said the only person he would accept physical punishment from would be you."
"I don't know if I want that responsibility, or if it's really a good idea."
"Please, he does need a responsible male to teach him right from wrong."
"Let's ask Joe into the room and you can both tell me what you have in mind."
Carol called Joe into the room. Head still down he entered and uttered, "yes?"
I looked at Joe and asked him to tell me what was on his mind. "I am starting to grow up, my body is changing, I am almost out of middle school, I just don't think is right for my mom to paddle me like I was still a little boy."
"Is it because you don't want her to see you nude?"
"No, that's not it, she sees me nude when we all use the hot tub. It's just I don't think a boy my age should be physically punished by his mom."
"But you would accept the discipline from me, even though it was your mom saying what you should get and why?"
"Yes."
"How would we do it? I only see you one day a week."
"When I come I could bring a note from my mom stating what I did and how many she wants me to get."
"If I agree to this it will be done just as my father punished me. 1 You will strip completely and quickly at my command. 2 You will stand at attention facing me with your hands straight down at your side. 3 We will discuss why you are being punished and how many you are due. 4 I will use a leather belt, not a paddle. 5 You will keep count and remain in the position I put you in to receive the strapping. If you try to stand up, loose count, or try to block the strap with your hands, you will receive an additional punishment. When finished you will stand up walk over to whatever corner I tell you to and stand there till I tell you to move. If you try to rub your but or cover your privates, I will strap you again. Do you accept these terms?"
"Why a belt?"
"You said your self, you're growing up, and big boys take a strap. You can always continue to let your mom do it."
"Ok, I agree."
"Carol, do you agree?"
"Sure."
"Ok, I will do it. Since today is the first time though, I want your mom to be a witness. Strip!"
Joe started getting undressed, he removed his shoes, socks, shirt and jeans quickly, then paused before taking down his briefs. "You requested this" I said, "get moving or your mom can take care of things." His briefs slid down revealing his 3-inch flaccid penis and smallish sac, there was no visible hair, it was clear that he was early on in puberty. I wondered how much ribbing he took in the locker room in gym class at school. Joe stood with his hands at his side and a tear running down one cheek.
I asked Carol what he was due. "Skipping class, not doing homework, mouthing off to me, disobeying when I tried to punish him, 30." Her response was quick and decisive.
I pulled out a kitchen chair told Joe to stand behind it, lean over the backrest and grab the sides of the seat. This put his butt in the air and him on his toes. I reached over and spread his legs further apart. He started closing them back together right away. I ordered him to put them back or I would tie them in place. He quickly complied. I drew my belt back and let fly into Joe's backside - crack - he yelped, but to his credit, he did not move. The stripe it left was bright red. Joe quickly followed his yelp with a pained "one."
I continued assaulting his backside with my stiff leather belt, trying to avoid hitting anyone spot too many times. Joe took it all like a man, only loosing count twice and trying to stand up once. When I reached 30 I told Joe to stand up. He stood and faced me, his face stained with tears and his penis now standing straight out and about 4-inches long. "Go stand in the corner, and don't rub your butt. We'll discus the standing and loosing count in a few minutes."
"Yes sir."
I turned to Carol and asked, "was that ok?"
"Yes that was perfect, I'll pick him up at 5:00."
After 20 minutes of corner time I pulled out a kitchen chair, sat down, and called Joe over to me.
"Yes?" he asked.
"You lost count twice and tried to stand once, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Over my knee, three with my hand for each offense."
Joe laid across my lap, I could feel his still stiff member pressing between him and my lap. I reached under him and lowered his _c_o_c_k_ so it pointed straight down at the floor between my knees. I raised up my hand and laid down nine quick hard slaps paying close attention to that tender area between the butt and upper legs. He yelped continuously through all nine slaps.
When I stood Joe up his _c_o_c_k_ was still rock hard and the tip was glistening with pre-cum. I stood and headed towards the bathroom calling Joe to follow me. When we entered the bathroom I pulled the skin lotion out of my medicine chest and rubbed into his still broiling hot ass. By the time I had finished he was breathing in quick short puffs, I offered him the cream and privacy so he could finish himself off.