After Joe came out of the bathroom he and I talked about how we would spend the rest of the day together. He wanted to talk first about what happened while I was spanking him.
I asked if he was talking about how he got an erection?
He said "yes, what did it mean, and how did I know he needed some way to relieve himself because of the erection?"
I explained to him that his reaction was normal, that all males, especially teen, penis get erect in response to _s_e_x_ual stimulation as well as other stimulation like spankings. I also assured him that my knowledge was first "hand" even with masturbation. I also tried to assure him that masturbation was ok and everyone did it.
Joe said he was glad that he had me to talk to about teen problems. He then asked if we could play Magic.
We had been playing for several hours with just a break for lunch about an hour after we started. Joe's mom would be coming to pick him up in about an hour when Joe indicated that he did not want to go home yet. I said that his mom would be coming to get him soon and asked how long he wanted to stay.
Glancing towards my guest room off the kitchen, he asked if he could stay the night?
I told him it was fine with me if his mom approved. At my recommendation, Joe went to the phone and called his mom. A minute latter Joe said his mom wanted to talk to both of us together.
I walked over and turned on the speakerphone and said "hi."
Carol. Joe's mom, asked if I was ok with Joe staying the night? When I responded yes, she reminded Joe to behave, gave me permission to discipline Joe anyway I saw fit, and told Joe to do what ever I said no matter what.
After supper we watched the movie Men in Black on my DVD player then got ready for bed. I told Joe I didn't have anything his size that he could wear to bed, but I could give him one of my t-shirts, which would be like a nightshirt on him.
Joe said he always sleeps in his underwear only anyway so he will be fine. He then went into the bathroom. After a minute I heard the toilet flush followed by Joe coming out of the bathroom in his underwear, with the rest of his clothes folded up and in his arms. I waited to turn out the ceiling light as he was climbing into bed. All at once he stopped, got back out of bed, came over gave me a hug, thanked me for our time together. He then went back and got into bed. I told him I would leave alight on in the bathroom in case he got up during the night.
The next morning I was up early, as I always am. I grabbed my bathrobe from the foot of my bed and wrapped around my naked body, just encase Joe was already up. Seeing that he was still in bed I poured myself a cup of coffee from my automatic pot and went to take a shower. When I got out he was still asleep so I refilled my cup, got dressed and returned my bathrobe to the hook on the back of the bathroom door. I then started making a breakfast of frenchtoast, sausages, and bacon Joe came out of the spare room just a few minutes latter. He was only wearing his briefs, which were tented out in the front as often happens with teen boys. I also noticed a large dark stain on the front of his briefs indicating he had a good dream during the night.
Joe greeted me with a "good morning" and came over to give me a big hug. As he did this, I couldn't resist giving his semi-hard crotch a quick tweak through his stained and still moist shorts and asked him "what's this."
He responded with a quick "hey" followed by a reciprocal tweak to my soft crotch and a "same as this."
I told Joe to strip off his shorts, grab all his clothes, and I would wash them after breakfast. I went on to say "go take a shower while I make breakfast, and put on my robe when you're done."
Joe responded "I took a shower yesterday, I don't need another one. I will just get dressed."
I again told him to take a shower, and went on to say " you shot off a load in your shorts while you were asleep. They're going to stink, you can't wear them like that." I also told him as a teenager he needed to shower everyday.
He again refused. At that point I walked over grabbed his arm pulled him over in front of me as I sat down at the kitchen table. "I told you twice to do something, you didn't listen, now you will be punished." At that point I yanked his stinky shorts off so quick his _c_o_c_k_ sprang up and slapped his stomach then fell back down to a semi-erect state. Even before he could react I pulled him over my lap and started spanking his ass.
Swat .... Swat .... "Count-em"
Swat .... "three"
Swat "wrong" Swat .. "one" Swat ...."two – owch" Swat .... "three.. please no more" swat .... "four – I'm sorry" I finished with 5 more quick hard slaps swat, swat, swat, swat, swat.
I then stood him up to reveal a fully erect _c_o_c_k_ staring me back in the face, oh how I wanted to suckle that handsome piece of teen dick meat. I ordered him to stand in the corner with his hands straight down at his sides.
I continued getting things ready for breakfast for about five minutes. I then went into the bathroom, laid out a towel and facecloth; I went back into the kitchen and called Joe over. Pick up your underwear and get me the rest of your dirty clothes please.
"OK"
After he handed me his soiled clothing, I told him to take his shower and put on my robe when I was done. I went on to warn him that I would do an inspection when he was done so he had better be clean or I would give him another shower.
"OK", with a smile.
I stopped him to ask why he didn't just do what I asked the first time. His response caught me off guard.
"I just needed to see if you care about me."
"What?"
"At school they told us that if your parents or other adults in your life punish you, it's because they care about you."
"Couldn't you find a less painful way to ask if I care?"
"Yea, but not as much fun just to ask."
"You know I do love you."
"Yea I know." As he rubs his butt and gives me a wry smile. "I love you too, I wish you were my dad."
"Me too."
About 15 minutes latter I had just put the last of breakfast into a slow oven to keep it warm when Joe came out of the bathroom. My robe was dragging along the floor and the sleeves were 5" past his hands, and the robe itself could have wrapped around him twice. I had to laugh as he came over to me and announced he was ready for inspection and opened the robe to reveal his beautiful smooth body, well scrubbed and smelling fresh.