Julian had reacted with utter shock when I helped him step out of his briefs took him over naked to the only corner in the room unencumbered with one thing or another. He had just looked shocked, if not utterly horrified (!) to be stood there alone with his bare ass still smarting and snowing the signs of his just finished spanking. Apparently he had had more playful in mind? Some game of some kind maybe? Anyway, when I put my arm around his bare shoulders and walked with him over there he followed my lead and went with me without saying anything or showing any other reactions.
This young man hadn't needed a play period. No way! He'd needed a good old fashioned spanking and that was exactly what he'd received!
With his briefs tugged down and his nice bare bottom up across my knees, I had broken him down in the time trusted ways all men care for their boys. This boy, it had turned out, definitely had the potential to learn obedience and those small aspects of erotic attractiveness to make the training time worthwhile.
The boy's bare ass was actually extremely hot and red now when I got him to that corner. In short, it was exactly as I had intended it to be. I enjoyed feeling his buns radiating heat as I stood him there to stare into that wall. He had grimaced as he felt my hand go down on him there. His bare buns were painful to the touch after all. Still he had to learn that my hand would feel him anyway and anywhere I wished from now on. He would learn obedience and this same hand would guide him into it in a way that could bring him both pain of punishment as well as the pleasure of comfort, whatever, as he needed it. But for now my hand just cupped and separated his buns a bit as I directed his nose into that corner.
"Now, you are to stand here, eyes glued to this corner and you are not to move until I tell you you can. Understand?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir, I understand," he replied weakly though he squirmed slightly as my fingers moved over his bare bottom.
"And you think about all this stuff your told me that got you here."
"Yes, Sir."
"But, you are to stand still, understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Still soft and weak.
"Because if I catch you moving or fidgeting around anymore, I am going to take you back over my knees and spank you again."
"OK, OK, but please, pleeeese, Sir. Don't spank me again please, Sir. I promise."
The boy sounded real genuine now.
"OK, then don't you let me catch you moving your cute ass, boy, cause there is nothing I'd enjoy more than having an excuse to use a paddle on your bare ass this time and right now if I have to."
And I meant it. That paddle in the kitchen drawer that I'd used on that other boy that other time was still close enough for me to get it quickly if I cared to. That same old paddle had brought out the best in that other young man across my lap not so ago and I was sure it would accomplish the same ends for Julian. Then there was the paddle still upstairs as well. Spanking Julian with my hand had already caused him to wiggle his bare bottom very nicely, squirm, and ultimately cry over my lap, but if I were to paddle him, well, that small paddle I had then used on the other boy, well, I knew for sure it could quickly flattened his bare ass and caused his buns literally to fly all over my lap beautifully and erotically. From experience I knew if I used that paddle, Julian would cry freely without ever knowing how erotic he really looked getting paddled over a man's knees. I knew I'd have to use that paddle on his bare bottom sometime, maybe soon. His response to it would simply be too good not to use it to guide this particular boy. Julian had responded well to my bare hand when he was getting spanked this afternoon, but it was obvious the wood of the paddle across his bare ass was something he could also be trained to accept and respond to beautifully. Though I certainly didn't really need any excuse to use the paddle on Julian's bare ass, still, no, I'd spare him it now and instead use it later when I needed to unless he gave me a reason to bring it out now. In fact, sure, I'd could be pleased with a good reason to continue Julian's training and introduce him to the paddle right now. Why not? Just let him move or try to assert himself in this corner.
"Yes, Sir. I'll stand very still, Sir. I promise I will."
But Julian had regained enough control of himself that he no longer was squirming or really even needed the comforting from my holding him. He was no longer acting with any control of things, but I knew, and would assure him, that he was fine. Thus I turned away and allowed him to stand alone in his corner and think.
Julian's training had begun.
But Julian needed more, much more, if I was going to take my whole weekend and rearrange it so I could devote the complete holiday weekend to this beautiful young boy and his nice, tight bare fanny!
I got the paddle out of the lower kitchen drawer, though, just in case. And I put the paddle down on the coffee table where I could easily retrieve it whenever I wanted to and shortly, once I let him move out of his corner, that he would notice it there too. Instead of sitting down there near him, I left him standing and thinking in that corner while I went out to the kitchen again to get something cold to drink. I took my time. There was no reason to hurry. Julian would stay right where I had placed him.
When I finally walked back in the living room, Julian was, in fact, still standing nicely nude in that corner with his well spanked bare ass nicely on display. His body was perfectly still in that corner though his sniffles sounded like he might have been again slightly crying. He stood there perfectly still except that his buns were moving ever so slightly. It was probably only his natural way of trying to rid them of some of the pain he'd felt when I'd caused them to turn so very red. Anyway it wasn't enough to cause me to grab the paddle and pull him back over my knees for a paddling. Maybe I should grant this young man this slight amount of natural leeway, I thought to myself?
On the other hand, obedience in this house was to be absolute. I would handle this small natural infraction a bit later when I spanked him again as I most definitely planned to do anyway.
So, for now I just walked up to him quietly, extremely closely actually, behind his body, and rested the palm of my hand on his nice bare ass. He was startled as my first fingers touched it's naked hot skin intimately and began caressing his warm buns.
He naturally stiffened slightly when I touched him. His buns were very tender as I well knew. Regardless, I would handle him as I choose to. Julian would learn to be a boy.
"Be very still, my boy," I whispered in his ear. "And that means these buns too if you don't want them paddled for you?"
"I'm trying, Sir," he replied. "I'm trying sooo hard for you."
I kissed his ear but continued fingering those buns. He was trying and I knew it too. His body was ridged with me right behind him. His little game was over. The handsome, no, this gorgeous, young man who had teased too much all morning and taken such great pleasure showing himself in his snug white jockeys was more tense now. He had lost those white jockeys and I had seen all of him and handled him as I saw fit. I had not been disappointed either! He felt good, very good! Julian had hinted about feeling my hand all day. Well, now he had felt my hand though possibly not as he had expected? Regardless, I relished exploring him for my own satisfaction and, as I had, my hand had gone freely all over this young man's tight bare body. He took it. He had squirmed a bit as I'd touched him, but he remained as still as he could hold himself. Still, in addition, this young man had also felt my hand even more personally when I had laid him out intimately and open up over my knees. I had held him even more close, felt the softness of those parts of him he had hope to keep more guarded. Then as his emotions rose in anticipation and the tightness in his balls and _c_o_c_k_ grew obvious. Then at he neared his peat, only then, yes, then, I had spanked the boy.
Regardless, that unfortunately hadn't been enough for a boy this fine. No way. This beautiful young man also had a need to feel my paddle as it was busy slapping his ass in traditional discipline across his own bare bottom. It was coming. Even though even without that paddle I had reached him and helped him get it all out, Julian needed some real training. All of his young _c_o_c_k_iness and exhibitionistic pride in his youthful body that had come out strong all morning long, and all he had been holding back inside him for who knows how long, all of it had suddenly flowed out freely in soft quite tears while he had hung there naked and bare over my knees and I'd spanked him. It had taken a long time, but there was no question it had been worth it.
And now there he was. Julian was standing in the corner. My hand was on his bare ass as I (!) wanted it to be. He was learning to stand very still in that corner and think. There was no smirk on his face to masque the tears that still showed on his young chiseled cheeks. No, now Julian was working very, very hard at the fine art of obeying. And he was learning.
It was no longer his little game. Julian was learning obedience and beginning his training. And I was standing right there with him, albeit with a paddle nearby, to comfort him for sure when he needed it and even to wipe off a tear or too, but ultimately both of us knew I was also now standing there to train him. Train him I would, the same way I'd trained other successful boys. Julian would learn with my swift and always dependable attention to his bare bottom, that I was there and would be there for him. It is not only the "only" way to train and guide a boy, but it certainly is the "best" and most time proven way.
I just stood there. There was no sound in the room.
As for Julian, he just continued to stand there very straight, completely naked, with his nose in that corner, his naked red buns bare to my eyes and in reach of my palm, and Julian stood there completely without moving a muscle.
The tension in the room was high, for sure; but when I reached around his waist in front of him, Julian just closed his eyes more tightly. His young _c_o_c_k_ was firmly erect against that wall in that corner where I had stood him earlier.
I smiled to myself. That is as it should be.
I left him standing there and went about to do other things.
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I wasted time, I puttered in the kitchen and I didn't do much better in my so-called "home office" either, and then finally remembered I hadn't finished the morning paper yet. Good time to do that too as I went outside on the front porch, sat in the shade and completed it even looking at the few grocery ads in this rag that passed for "The Beach Press". "All the News You'll Even Need" was it's slogan. Who did they think they were kidding?
In the meantime, Julian stood still beautifully in that confined corner. He hadn't moved.
That was as it should be!
Ultimately though even my heart warmed back up for the cheerful young boy in those clean white Jockeys who'd spend so much time displaying himself on my back porch.
I went inside and went up behind him. As he heard my footsteps coming his bare body stiffened noticeably while his already spanked buns quickly clenched tightly just in case.
I stopped just beside the small table where I had placed that small paddle that has always proven to be sooo good in toning up a good boy when its been used across his bare ass. Nothing like it, in fact! Nevertheless, I just stood there and looked over my own boy's bare body, Julian's body, thoroughly and intensively, but I hadn't paused to pick up that paddle. Not this time. He stood there quietly, submissively, obediently and completely naked under my stare. He wasn't ready for that paddle, not yet. Instead I turned him around and took him into my arms as I hugged him firmly. He seemed surprised but regardless he relaxed quickly in my arms and actually seemed a bit relieved. I gathered his naked body up and lifted him into my arms with his head resting against my shoulder and his long bare legs hanging out and down as I walked with him like that. His face was finally beginning to smile again by the time I carried him over to the couch to deposit him down on it. I went down on top of him
"Nobody's every done that before," he said starting to speak normally again.
I wasn't sure if he was referring to his time of discipline or my carrying him over in my arms, but it didn't matter. He was openly happy about being out of that corner and was hugging me freely. And, while I'm sure it hadn't been that way the whole time he had been in that corner, his _c_o_c_k_ was distinctly erect. In short, Julian was quite fine. Just in training, that's all.
For sure, I hadn't had a day like this in a long time. We sat there talking as I enjoyed caressing him gentle anyway I felt like. At times he laughed when my finger nails tickled him, but most of the time he simply smiled and held on to me too.
Julian was fast getting back to his playful self though now on that couch with me. I, in turn, was enjoying him though he had no clothing on whatsoever. And he seemed perfectly at ease and comfortable being completely naked with me there. Regardless, Julian needed some time to get used to the way things had changed, I was sure. Still, I was in no hurry. After all, what was the point of hurrying when you were in the company of a beautiful boy, quite naked, right there beside you? His bare ass was still quite hot but his tears and emotions were long since gone and overall he seemed at peace and content right here with me now like this.
Good, but still, this young man was a boy in training. Although he might not have understood it right at that moment, he would soon be getting another spanking . . . soon. But at this moment, we were just friends, albeit becoming very, very good friends indeed!
"What do you say we work out a bit?" I suggested.
He raised his head from my chest and looked questioningly at me.
"Where?" he asked looking around.
"I've some basic exercise equipment out back in what used to be a garage," I told him.
"Great!" Julian replied. "I'm up for it."
In fact his young _c_o_c_k_ was still up, but I doubted that was what he meant.
"Ok if I put some clothes on now?" he asked smiling very broadly, "or to I have to walk out there and exercise like this?"
While that might be interesting, I smiled back, "No, go put some shorts on and I will too"
Julian quickly got up and bounded up the stairs with his nice red bottom showing itself beautifully as he dashed up there naked. My shorts were already on, but I grabbed some clean towels and put on a looser T-shirt.
He came down soon, dressed in shorts, a tank, and tennies, all stuff that had to be in that mysterious tote bag he'd carefully carried upstairs. Then we both walked out to the old garage together and after I unlocked it and opened some of the windows for air, we began to talk about who got what machine first. Ultimately, Julian wanted the treadmill first which was fine with me. I preferred weights anyway and thus I turned around went about my own normal routine. The treadmill I could hear beginning as the sound from his feet on the rubber began, but when I raised my eyes up from the weights and looked his way, I was the one who was surprised.
There Julian was, beginning a warm up with the machine at a low speed, jogging along. He had, however, slipped off his shorts and was jogging on that treadmill in just his same old Jockey briefs! Sure, he looked good, but the windows were open for air!
"Don't you want to wear a pair of shorts?" I just blurted out without really thinking.
"No, thank you, I'm fine like I am," he yelled back over the noise from the machine as he was increasing the speed and jogging along nicely now.
I certainly couldn't agree he looked "fine." I smiled again at my holiday good fortune and kept my mouth shut.
"Actually I have something I'd really prefer to wear if you'd permit me to inside here?" He looked over at me almost mischievously. Quickly he jumped off the treadmill leaving it running and dashed over to a far corner where his tossed gym shorts were in a clump on a work bench. Then he pulled something out of the pocket and turning his back to me, he stripped off his Jockey's and slipped something else on.
I just stared at him in complete amazement!
"Hope you don't feel poorly about me, but, well, I kind of like to exercise naturally. Gives me more freedom and I feel better this way. OK?"
Julian was smiling at me. He blew me a playful kiss as he jumped back on that treadmill jogging along and increasing his speed methodically. But, Julian had slipped his Jockey's off for sure. In their place he had slipped back on a finely tight black leather thong! That thong separated his two full but nicely red buns beautifully now as he jogged along.
"Actually, this is best especially today as I need all the natural air I can get back there," he joked, putting his had on his ass and pretending to spank it.
As for me, well I just burst out laughing and shook my head in disbelief. The young, playful Julian was certainly back now, but never mind for his basket and buns were more nicely on display this way in that leather thong and that thong's effect certainly highlighted the obvious fact that here was a boy who had recently received some good disciplined across his nice bare bottom. He was nicely red back there where it's good for a boy to be! And, it was all showing openly and very nicely!
But his natural playfulness didn't really matter. Whether he realized it or not, I wasn't through at all. Julian was going to be getting another spanking shortly. Watching him jog along naturally like that not only got my attention but made me think about a few other things as well. Maybe I'd just pull him off that treadmill and spank him now? Why not? Might be good for him? On the other hand, I was the one who wanted to come out here and exercise and I still did. There would be plenty of time to spank him later one. After all, the holiday weekend had just begun!
Julian continued increasing his speed and jogging on the machine. I went back to my weight lifting and tried to concentrate on it and on it alone. Needless to say, I didn't succeed.
We both worked out, switching between machines and weights for a good hour or so until finally with both of our bodies glistening in healthy sweat, we together came to the conclusion we'd had enough and found ourselves sitting beside each other on the bench. Actually there was no other place to sit. We talked and laughed freely. There was no tension at all between us. Rather I was having an enjoyable time and Julian seemed to be doing so as well though he was very much looking a bit funny as he openly tried to sit down ever so "gingerly."
When he saw me watching him, I cuffed his shoulder and within moments Julian quickly cuffed me right back as we both broke out laughing.
"Feels good back there?"
"Ah, yea, sure. If you say so."
He still wore only his thong.
Nevertheless, Julian looked very good!
I was a little surprised that we were becoming friend rather quickly, but things were all just happening naturally and fine. Then I told him -- I didn't "ask" him -- to slip on his shorts and we walked back together into the house as we joked about one thing or another.
Back inside, well, it was the same old fun loving Julian who'd played around all morning. He slipped out of those shorts he'd worn only from the garage to the back door as soon as we entered the back door and there he was again with his firm, bare buns nicely showing. But his buns were also still noticeably red and both of us were still sweating. Time he take a long hot bath, I suggested, and his face lit up in complete and quick agreement.
Thus I showered quickly and pulled a towel around my waist as he stood there in the bathroom outside the shower talking to me. When I was finished he filled the tub with hot water, I added some salts that would help his tenderness while he added some bubbles.
"That's it," I smiled. "You see where everything is now, so the bath's all yours."
He seemed about to hug me but then realized I'd just stepped out of the shower while he was still quite sweaty.
"Now," I said as he looked at me waiting for me to get out of the way. "Stand still."
He looked at me strangely but he stood still.
"You are a boy in this house, but I will take these kinds of things off you."
I turned Julian around a bit and slapped his ass playfully but then turned his back facing toward me and with my fingers on the thin string things on the top of his leather thong, I gentle pulled it down myself. Released, his young _c_o_c_k_ immediately flew to strict attention. His bare buns were firm and enticing. Julian seemed slightly embarrassed at all of this, but I was pleased. After all, his bare body was only reacting as it should at his tender age. He had yet to learn how to be proud of himself, but then again that is always something that requires some training. That could come later. For now, I slapped his ass again pushing his attention back to the bath there.
"It's all yours. Take you time and enjoy it."
He stood there for a moment or two looking at me.
"I really am glad you took me in this morning," he said. "Thank you."
I just smiled, turned, and exited that bathroom closing the door behind me. As I did, I stole one glance. I was glad I had taken him in this morning as well! Julian on the other hand was intensely easing his spanked bare bottom into that hot water which was obviously causing him some discomfort from the look on his face. Oh, well, it's good for a boy who's now subject to a spanking. I completely shut the door and went about other things.
Wasn't more than a five minutes or so and darned if he wasn't up there singing away. I tried my best not to laugh but didn't succeed. Then I went really about other things while still shaking my head. It has been a good day and it had every promise of surely getting better!
This holiday could only get better!
(to be continued)