"Yes, Julian, you have been a bad boy," I repeated it to let his own admission sink in while my fingers continued stroking him very privately and intimately. I enjoyed what I had in my hands. A boy this nice didn't happen often. This one was going to be mine.
I felt his face moving ever so slightly up and down at the back of my neck where his head remained against me. He hook it positively in assent to those words. Still there was a slight tremble I thought I felt in his shoulders as his arms were only holding on to me around my shoulders more and more tightly.
But did he really understand?
Personally, maybe I no longer cared. He had appeared looking like a Bel Ami Eastern European model hours ago right here at my place. He'd exhibited himself all morning in those _s_e_x_y white cotton Jockey briefs and then in his skimpy thin onion skins. I no longer cared about his bet, whatever it was, or the auction, or the Doctor who contributed heavily in cash for this young "boy slave." He'd shown no interest in going back to the Doctor but instead had done everything possible to show his interest in staying here for whatever unknown reason. More importantly he'd started his little thing about having been a bad boy.
It didn't matter if he understood or not. For starters, it was time that his thickly knotted towel needed to be unknotted and pulled off his waist. Whatever he had under that towel that was preventing my full and unencumbered access to his _c_o_c_k_ and balls was going to have come off too. And this young man was going to get a good long spanking for starters. His game, whatever it really was, was going to come to an end right now. Julian was going to get some training here.
"Yes, Julian, you have been a bad boy," I repeated it again and paused though he made no reaction, "and I'm going to strip you and spank you because of it."
Again his head nuzzling against my neck moved up and down, positively. He said nothing though his whole body tensed at my words and seemed to come even closer against me.
I pulled my hand out from under his towel and began the pleasant task of undoing the knot that had held his towel so closely around his thin waist until now. It didn't take long. I pushed the towel back exposing him on my lap. He had on a small white bikini brief but it wasn't providing much cover as his _c_o_c_k_ was firmly erect now and straining up along his side inside those briefs. They were far too tiny for him, but somehow his _c_o_c_k_ had still managed to be inside there. His briefs were so small and tiny that a strong tan line was above them higher up on his waist. A few pubic hairs peeked from the top of his bikini. Regardless he looked good in those briefs stretched out that way almost obscenely on my lap. In fact he looked too good not to stroke and thus ignoring his still nuzzling against my neck I focused on what was before me. My one hand grasped his balls in that bikini. My right hand again went around his erect _c_o_c_k_. The cotton material encasing his _c_o_c_k_ and balls were straining to the breaking point. But there was no longer a mystery. This bad boy had a very good set of equipment.
I released my grip and stroked his chest, this his pecks while my other hand ran over his abdominal muscles clearly but lithely defined on his exposed body sitting on my lap.
The boy made no sounds at all as I explored him. He simply stayed in his position and was hugging me tightly.
But it wasn't his fine _c_o_c_k_ and ball that I was interested in right now. It was the opposite side of this fine young man's privates. It was his ass and buns that had been hidden all day long under his Jockeys that I wanted in my hands. I'd waited all day, put up with his teasing and exhibition, but now I was going to expose them privately to my eyes and then spank them for what I knew would be the pure pleasure of providing some discipline on this young man.
I forced him to lift up slightly on my lap. As he lifted his waist up, I pulled his briefs quickly down off his ass and firmly inserted my own hand there to feel that fleshy part of this now very quiet young man. His buns were firm for sure. He was clenching them against my invasion.
"Relax, my boy," I warned him gently, after all this was his first time. "You don't ever clench your buns against me if you know what's good for you. Now, relax."
He did, or at least he tried succeeding a little, and when he managed, my hand separated them, feeling their small but well tight firmness. I extended my finger, this time crossing his cherry. My finger was posed to invade him fully, but right now, with only a slight amount of pressure, I did so only slightly.
Julian squirmed in my lap with his shoulders and head tightly against mine.
"Ouuuuh," he whimpered still quietly on my shoulder.
"Relax, I told you." I reminded him.
"Ah. . .."
He did. Julian was trying his best to obey me. I was satisfied with his obedience so far and felt no need right now to enter him further.
"That a boy," I whispered, still exploring his buns as I held him.
He nuzzled still more tightly, even a bit more intimately.
"Please . . .," he whispered only one word.
I ignored him. Instead I held him tightly as I continued to explore him. His _c_o_c_k_ continued as erect as possible as I looked down at him sitting still on my lap. He moved slightly, but never let go of his grip on my shoulders. Nor did he show any resistance to my playing him over.
"You know I'm going to spank you, Julian," I said finally.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered back.
"Have you been spanked before, Julian," I queried?
"No, Sir," he whispered.
His answer surprised me.
"The truth, Julian. Never?" I asked.
"No, Sir," he whispered. "That's the truth, Sir."
"Not even growing up?" I asked in disbelief.
"No, Sir," he whispered for the third straight time. "Never."
"That's a shame, Julian," I replied with my hand still on his ass. "You've never had a spanking or felt the paddle across this nice firm bottom? Never been spread out over a man's lap for one?"
"No, Sir," he whispered yet again.
"Well, you're going to be spread out and get one now, my boy," I replied.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered back but even more softly. "Whatever you say, Sir. It's up to you."
I smiled at his words for it was surely now up to me. I eased my hand free, took his head in both of my hands and looked at him. His eyes were closed but there was just a small bit of a tear under them. Abruptly I kissed him and he kissed me back. Then I parted that towel completely off his waist and legs and pushed it off my knees to let it fall to the floor in a clump there. He had continued to hold me tightly. And . . . he kissed me again.
In turn I eased Julian over my knees and helped him adjust to his new position with his now completely bare bottom exposed and up over my lap. He first had trouble balancing like this, but then he braced himself with his hands on the floor in front of him and left his ass completely open to me. Finally, he just gave up and let his head fall freely forward with his hair flopping over his head and hiding his face. The boy grabbed the calf of my leg with both of his hands then and held it and himself tightly like that.
On my lap were exposed two tight yet just fleshy enough bare buns on a beautiful boy. He was clenching his bare bottom again but just naturally in this position as every boy does when he's finally turned over and is submissive to a man the first time. Those tight bikini briefs were at the top of his bare thighs and constricting his free movement. I reached down and quickly tore them completely off. As they ripped apart his legs were free and his _c_o_c_k_ and balls showed openly between his thighs as he lay over my lap.
It was time to get down to business. I looked at his beautiful bare bottom there up sunny side over my lap ready and waiting for me to perform my fatherly duty. And it was a duty I planned to perform with distinction and pleasure! I pushed his thighs apart slightly and he obeyed without trying to pull them back together.
Julian's balls hung down firmly in their sack between his legs and over my lap. I reached down and grabbed them, pulling them back some. Julian moved a bit but had no reaction otherwise. His _c_o_c_k_ was still very firmly erect and wedged straight down my own thigh while he lay over my lap. He was now naked and had no protection as it strained against my casual draw strings. No matter how he reacted, that was ok. It made no difference if he was erect or not. He was going to be spanked now.
But it was those two parted but firm buns and bare bottom that narrowed to his bare waist and continued to give image with his firm bare back bent over my knees that held my attention. It was that that I was focusing on. There wasn't a blemish of any kind that marred his pure white bare bottom. His bathing suit had provided a firm tan line at the bottom of his buns and a bit up his waist. The target was well defined and very attractive. This was going to be a pleasure!
I rested my palm on his bare bottom, enjoying the firm feel, then let my long finger move between those buns turned up over my knees now. While my fingers explored him intimately and I enjoyed a very attractive sight or two, Julian only whimpered some and slightly moved his back up when my finger touched his virgin cherry. He made no attempt to clutch his buns now. He was completely open and submissive to me though his grip on my calf kept getting tighter and tighter.
I reached down with my free hand and caressed his lips with my palm.
"Do you understand why you're getting spanked, Julian?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered back and then kissed my palm.
Internally I smiled, but I was in no hurry. I let him hang there over my knees while I continued to explore and feel his fine bare bottom. He needed time to think about what was happening. I wanted my own time to enjoy his naked beauty turned up over my lap this way.
I did. I was in no hurry. I wasn't going anywhere. Nor was he.
I watched his bare bottom and waited until he began to fidget just enough to put on a nice show the way his bare bottom moved and flexed slowly but almost constantly now.
I raised my right hand and brought it sharply down and very firmly across his buns without any warning.
Wraap! The sound startled him and reverberated throughout the room.
"Ouch!" he yelled and jerked. His buns automatically clenched tightly and his whole body tightened as his legs and back lifted suddenly under the impact.
I swatted him again, but more sharply this time. His buns now began to move in anticipation of the next one. Thus I waited. When he stopped wiggling and his bare bottom relaxed again, I quickly slapped his ass again.
"OUUUUUU!" he yelled "It hurts."
I quickly slapped him another one.
"AWHEEEE!" He jumped on my lap while his hands holding on to my calf half dug into it.
Still I slapped him four or five quick sharp ones as he moaned. His bare ass up over my lap now was beautiful and it now contained the clear markings of my hand prints. It had been so pure and clear white that it was already showing a red glow. My boy was moaning quietly now. I rested my hand on his bare ass and played with it. When he relaxed his buns enough, my fingers again played with his fine cherry at times entering him just a bit through threatening much more. And just when he began to relax after that, I slapped him five or six more hard one, far down under there where it always does a boy the most good!
"It hurts, Sir. It hurts soooo much, Sir." He almost seemed to be about to start crying.
"What hurts, my boy?" I asked
"My ass, Sir. Please, Sir."
"What's happening to you, Julian?"
"You're spanking me!" he proclaimed. "It hurts!"
SLAP, I landed another and Julian howled this time.
I spanked him. I spanked him, relaxed him, played with him, then all of a sudden I'd begin spanking the boy again. He was a beautiful boy to spank. His bare bottom danced over my lap as I spanked him. Soon he was sobbing quietly, then he began to cry more openly. Still he grabbed my hand when I put it hear his face and he kissed it. I rested the hand I was spanking him with, my other hand, on his bare ass and leaned down close enough to kiss him. His passion was clear. He remained firmly erect over my lap. And I spanked him.
SLAP
Eventually, he just cried openly and freely. I paid him no attention. My attention was focused on his bare bottom I was freely slapping for as long as I wished with him completely naked over my lap as I wished him to be. I focused on making sure his whole ass was red, rosy, and then some. Frequently I'd stop and rest my hand on him, feel him, caress him. He was beyond caring. He just kept sobbing quietly and occasional gasping a bit, particularly when I'd land an especially unanticipated slap across his bare bottom.
I did my fatherly duty. The boy had been hinting for a spanking all morning long. Now, Julian, this proud young model boy, was finally getting his bare fanny spanked but good. Sure he continued crying, he sobbed, he pleaded for me to stop that he'd had enough, occasionally he'd try to no avail to roll off my lap; but I spanked the boy firmly and paid him no attention. Right there in the middle of the living area of the cabin, Julian had found himself turn up over my knees, his ass now completely bare with no more secrets to hide . . . and he was getting a good long spanking right across it. Maybe it wasn't the best place in the cabin in which to spank him, though I at least had remembered to shut closed the windows, but I spanked him there anyway and just didn't care if someone happened to hear him getting it or come up on the front porch to the front door and look in the windows and see this boy turned over bare and getting it. It wasn't my problem.
Julian's "problem" was instead the spanking he was getting. Sure it hurt him when my hand landed across one of his bare buns. But he couldn't determine where or when one would land. I'd refused to develop any semblance of a cadence. No way. I was enjoying his beautiful bare bottom up over my lap as I spanked it. He jiggled his buns and moved his bottom a lot, as much as my grip would permit him that is. He apparently had no idea how enticing and attracting it made him. I'd no reason to hurry. Instead I'd just stop a bit and look at it there. He had every reason to worry. I'd let him tease me with it all morning long. Now it was my turn!
Both his young buns were finely red and very hot to the touch by now. He might not have understood how erotic that made him look and, more importantly, feel when I'd rest my palm there and let the heat radiate in. I liked moving his thighs a bit apart. Like most boys being spanked, Julian had become so focused on my hand spanking him that he was no longer able to hold himself still or in the position I'd told him to maintain with his buns slightly separated. But it really didn't matter as I'd separate them with my fingers and enjoy the power and control I had with him over my lap while I used my fingers for pleasure. His balls still hung nicely and his young _c_o_c_k_ remained very erect against my own thigh, but his moans of pleasure always ended with an immediate "Ouch!" when I'd surprise him with a quick slap on the flesh of one or other of his buns that were exposed when he was like this while I spanked him.
Julian's left bun felt so hot, was so red, and was so very intense that I knew I was reaching him; but his right bun wasn't nearly as red to the sight even though it certainly felt just as hot against my hand. I'd have to correct that.
I did as I continued his spanking and his tears that he had almost managed to control began again. He howled soon. That's OK too. Julian was simply getting a spanking.
When my hand had managed to paint his bare bottom nicely red all over and after a long process that with my pausing probably continued almost an hour, I stopped and rested my big right hand back on his hot bottom.
Julian just hung over my knees. He continued softly sobbing. He'd had a good long spanking, that's all.
I let my one hand drop down to where his face was hanging with his hair still covering it from view and I wiped away some of his tears. He was still gripping my calf for support of all kinds, but when I wiped his eyes he reached up for my hand and took it to his lips. He kissed it and kept it there, but he said nothing.
My other hand, the one that had spanked him, continued resting and feeling right on his bare ass.
But, after about ten minutes of his resting like that, I pulled him up and into my arms as he continued his tears though by now they were diminishing. His wet face was still beautiful, his hair flopped every which way, but it was his eyes that were so very red they immediately caught your attention. Julian's chiseled high cheeks and even his forehead were flushed and streaked from his tears. I pushed his hair back away from his face and looked at him there with his eyes still tightly shut with embarrassment and the water of his tears on his red cheeks still appearing.
Julian immediately held me tightly and squeezed me around my shoulders as I sat him back on my lap then and he consumed himself and let go in tears. Finally he let go against my shoulder. I just held him, patted his shoulder and his bare spanked bottom. No words were necessary now.
I probably held Julian on my lap for a half hour or more before his serious sniffling gave indication he was trying to pull himself together. Still he had not let go for a moment with his arms hugging me still as tightly as possible, ever since I'd first lifted him up and let him rest there on my lap and against my shoulder.
Julian, for sure, was ultimately going to learn how to be a "good boy."
But, for now, I just held him and comforted him. Moments just like this were the best moments in caring for a boy. He responded beautifully and very submissively as he finally began to calm himself down in my arms.
Coming up on two hours after I'd removed the knot on this young man's towel, he finally was composed enough to get some words out, though haltingly.
"I've thought of that for so long, I mean for so long, you can't imagine," he kept sniffling, tossing his head to get the hair back off his face. His tears weren't completely finished yet, but he was trying. "I'm so sorry I cried and all, but I've just needed that for so, so long. For so long . . .."
Julian stayed in my arms.
"It wasn't like what I thought though. I never dreamed I'd cry like that. It was just that it was like the man I never had. . .," he looked at me but he'd started crying again even though he was smiling. Still through those new tears he kept trying to continue what he was saying, ". . . my ass is so hot, I'll probably never sit down again; but your hand feels so good there, Sir. I'm going to get my act together now for sure, I just know I can, I mean with you around I know I don't have any excuses left now for sure!"
He released his grip around my shoulders and slowly got up watching my reaction carefully to make sure it was OK. I made no movement. Julian reached for the Kleenex box I'd set beside us on the coffee table just in case. His bare bottom shown brilliant. It was scarlet red. His _c_o_c_k_ which had come and gone hard over the last hour or so was now rock hard again and straight out forward once again for only me to see. It didn't matter.
Julian stood there. His body was beaten and he was certainly standing in a very submissive and open way, but his face was tear streaked across his otherwise flawless face. He took a few tissues and blew his nose, then more tissues and wiped his eyes several times.
"Come here," I said softly.
And he did. He was but one small step away anyway.
I turned him around and felt his bare bottom again. It was still very hot and it felt so good to me. Of course it was very red. If you've done it right and taken your time, nothing feels as good as a just spanked bare boy standing naked there with tears still in his eyes!
Julian was beautiful standing there tall, completely naked, his hair hanging over his face and somewhat matted from the tears he had shed. His body was tall and well formed especially with his _c_o_c_k_ now beginning to rise even more firmly again as he noticed I was looking him over again. Julian's eyes were looking down now but his lips were wet and sensual. Regardless of his attraction it was his bare bottom, nicely red in just those areas I had tended to, that provided the most enticement and satisfaction.
Julian stood there silently as I looked him over and ran my hands freely over his body and anywhere I choose for this, his first thorough "inspection." He continued to look down in the age-old stance of a boy who'd been well disciplined. He made no movement and uttered no words, even as my personal inspection caused his erection to return fully now.
Julian had looked very good in just his briefs all morning long. Now, without the protection of those briefs or without the protection of any covering whatsoever from my eyes or hands, and my being this close, well, it was very evident he excelled in all of my earlier expectations . . . and them some! He was handsome, no beautiful, especially naked (!) and just this way he was standing before me. Obedient.
I stood up now though and hugged him, and, yes, I enjoyed the more personal moment at length with Julian in my arms.
Finally I got around to speaking in reply to his comments, "I'm glad you feel that way, my boy," I said, "I'm not through with you yet."
Julian stared at me with a perplexing look spread all over his handsome face. I looked back, saying nothing quickly. He became somewhat nervous looking in the interim.
"You did that auction openly and this weekend you're suppose to be a slave boy, you said. Well, guess who's going to train you?
"You, really?!?!? That's what you mean? Hey, that's OK! No, that's awesome!" he seemed to even sound even a little genuinely excited, but I didn't know him well enough to tell for sure.
"You mean I can stay here at the beach with YOU? For sure, you're not kidding me? Please don't kid me about this one. This whole weekend?"
When he saw me nod, he just jumped and quickly hugged me again. I had the feeling he would have held on to me forever but after a while, I nudged him just slightly apart from my face and continued my thought that he'd interrupted with his youthful exuberance.
"Yes, that's right; but, maybe you didn't hear me so well? I just said I'm going to train you."
He stared but said nothing. When he saw how I looked at him, the grin on his face disappeared immediately.
I sat back down on my straight backed wooden chair.
"Now you just crawl that fine bare fanny of yours back over these knees cause Julian's in for another spanking."
He looked shocked!
"Again, but you just finished. . ."
I cut him off in mid sentence.
"Over," I raised my voice. "It's called obedience."
Julian hesitated though only ever so slightly, but I had grabbed him and pulled him roughly over my knees for his second spanking of this afternoon. It was time to give his nice bare fanny some attention!
"I'll only tell you this once, Julian. Ever hesitate again like that and you'll get the paddle."
Before he could reply, I raised my hand and brought it sharply down across his already scarlet red bare bottom. Within minutes he was sobbing, then loudly crying all over again.
I made no allowances. I just spanked him again. Just a man spanking his boy's bare bottom, that's all. Nothing more. Nothing less. He squirmed and squealed and frantically squeezed and moved that bare bottom of his all across and over my lap as I spanked him. Just a man spanking his boy's bare bottom, that's all. I was going to break him down. And I did!
When I was completely finished, and I for sure didn't hurry, I helped him crying but back up into my arms for the second time this afternoon. I let him sit gingerly on my lap and just held him and helped him cry it all out over my shoulder. I held him tenderly but for a long, long time and let him cry. There were a lot of tears and pain all full of emotions bundled up deep down inside of this boy of mine. But, he was learning nicely.
I had broken him down.
The boy's bare ass was extremely hot and red now. It was, in short, exactly as I intended it to be.
Then after my boy had regained himself and no longer really needed the comforting of my holding him tightly, I stood Julian in the corner just to think.
Julian's training had begun.
(to be continued)