The evening news was on when Julian finally managed to pull himself and his lithe body out and away from that hot bubble bath thing, toweled off and, much more gingerly now, bounded down the stairs from the loft above to where I was sitting. In spite of his spanking earlier, he was smiling a mile wide and looking like he'd just returned from his prom he looked that happy. Well, I guess for some reason he was that happy even though I didn't quite know why? Anyway, for sure he looked that good now.
But I admit I was a bit surprised to see that instead of having dressed, he was standing there in only just those white cotton socks and another pair of white snug Jockey's!
"Hope this is OK?" he asked when he saw me looking his body over carefully. "I'm more comfortable this way; and I mean, like, after all, I'm just a boy and I mean, your boy, and all, and we're the only ones here and all? Right? OK?"
Jeeze, Julian, I thought to myself. Are you always like this, Julian? But I said nothing. Instead I looked at those snug briefs and that nice _c_o_c_k_ that was outlined clearly inside those clean white cotton Jockeys of his. How many pairs could he have in that tote after all? And, how did he get them to fit like that?????
"Come here, Julian," I said and he came over to in front of me from where he had been standing at the foot of the stairs.
For sure he looked good in those Jockeys. His body was half naked and very attractive. But I wasn't sure I wanted to encourage his little game all over again? What I did want to do was what I did do then! I reached for the elastic on the top of his briefs and pulled them down in front just far enough to expose his young _c_o_c_k_ and balls. As I began to, Julian shut his eyes and stood rigidly still with his hands straight down his sides. He knew better than to resist. I took hold of his young _c_o_c_k_ in my fingers and immediately it started to become hard again. With it firm and completely erect, I nudged the boy around and quietly slid his Jockey's completely down and off his nice, almost boyish fair, naked bottom. It would be mine if I wanted it, but now it was still just bare, naked again as I looked at it. Those tight buns were nice and rosy for sure as a touched it, but there were no bruise or marks in any way from this boy's earlier spankings. I moved the young man around so he displayed all of himself while I continued my inspection of his assets both front and rear.
Julian still stood still in my hands. He had kept his eyes shut. His body remained rigid and tighter than any marine in boot camp. He was simply being obedient. When my fingers and hand carefully but slowly moved from his fine tight bare bottom, to right under his naked buns and then in between his fleshy thighs, he sighed audibly. My finger nails stroked under his balls, but then finally when my fingers added some pressure and felt him there, this boy's erection went sky high. Julian had all the signs to be a very good boy for sure!
More than that, Julian had the potential for some good, solid training! Training a fine young naked man takes time. Still, it could be rewarding.
"Stand still here," I said as I got up and went to get something.
The boy didn't open his eyes even when he heard me move, but he merely ever so quietly replied, "Yes, Sir."
I found what I was looking for and returned in a minute or two and again sat down in front of where he was standing, still waiting for me with his Jockeys still down around his thighs where I had put them. His skimpy tan line only added to his attraction as he stood there. He stood very still. He remained very hard. His eyes remained shut.
Again I took my time and stroked him for the sheer pleasure his body could bring as I felt my boy in front and in back.
Then it was time. I reached up and took his arm.
"Over my lap, Julian."
This time Julian did open his eyes and looked at me. What he saw was my patting my knee for him to get over it. In case it still wasn't clear, I left nothing to chance and I gently tugged him by his arm I had grabbed, just to be sure he understood. Time to get over my knee, boy.
But Julian had understood clearly.
Without looking at me he bent his fine bare body over my knees and was again in that age-old position that boys everywhere need to be sometimes. He was hanging nicely over my lap with his slightly rosy bottom bare and sunny side up right over my lap. His buns clenched nicely. Their flesh felt soft to the touch of my palm.
But this time he seemed a bit concerned and there was tension in his voice when he moved his head around to look at me and spoke, "Are you going to spank me, Sir? Did I do something wrong? Am I going to get a spanking?"
For the moment, I simply ignored him as instead I pulled his white Jockey's the rest of the way down, off completely up over his toes, and then tossed them aside. He didn't need them. I separated his thighs a little bit as he struggled some with his balance over my lap. Both his palms were quickly flat out in front of him and on the rug steadying his balance. As soon as touched his ass with my palm, he got the point and immediately ceased clenching his buns. He looked good hanging there like that. Just a boy over his man's lap, his _c_o_c_k_ still erect and firmly between my thighs, his buns waiting for whatever intention I planned to give them. That's how a young man should be.
"That's up to me, boy," belatedly I added a few words for him while my hand went between his buns and adjusted his _c_o_c_k_ and balls for his and my comfort.
"Yes, Sir," was all he replied as I handled him as I wished over my lap.
That was as it should be!
Julian was learning.
I kept Julian hanging there for several minutes while I was enjoying, even encouraging, the tension that was building up inside him and with his emotions. My hand left his buns several times and each time I did so, the boy automatically clenched them tightly expecting the worst.
As for me, I just smiled. He was erotic and attractive like this even though his body gave away his concern for my intentions.
When I was finally good and ready, I reached down and retrieved the small plastic bottle from the floor where I had placed it beside my chair when I'd returned to where I was sitting. Ultimately without any words or warning to him of any kind -- after all, he was a boy and had nothing at all to say about what was coming -- I squeezed from that bottle some globs of cream and aimed them directly between his buns where I had parted them for that specific purpose.
As soon as he felt that cool cream between his soft young buns and then ultimately on his cherry he had no choice in exposing, his full body completely tensed with the unexpectedness and chilly feel of it. Soon my fingers far down there added to his surprise.
"Yes, Sir," he uttered softly, automatically. Julian moved seductively now over my lap.
I squeezed more on his buns until I had enough for my purposes and then I began spreading it out all over the boy's bare bottom where the redness from his spanking was still evident. But this time I also went further and spread it far under him and between his legs.
"Ahhhh," he moaned softly as my fingers spread it carefully and everywhere over him. He adjusted his body over my lap to accommodate me. He had no other choice after all.
I massaged his buns and thighs carefully with that healing cream while he moaned and began grinding seductively and openly across my lap and over my knees. His _c_o_c_k_ got even harder if that was possible when I put some extra cream on my middle finger and inserted it quickly deep between his buns and ultimately inside him.
"Ohhhhh . . . , yea . . .," he moaned. "Yea, for sure I'm going to be a real good boy for you," he continued. "yes, Sir, yes, I am. I am."
I ignored him but continued manipulating up him for my enjoyment. As I did so, he moved his young hard _c_o_c_k_ over my lap, against my thighs, and seemed to come close to cuming more than once. Pinching the tip of his glands with my free hand under his waist, I prevented that each time he got close to letting loose. I simply would not permit him to cum like this, not now, not yet. After all, this boy was only providing me with a little before dinner diversion. That's all. He'd be made to perform much better but later, I was sure.
"Don't cum or I'll have to take a paddle you," I warned him while at the same time I continued to finger him deeply.
"Oh, Sir . . ., Ohhhh, Yes Sir! Oh, Sir," he continued moaning and grinding. "I don't need it, Sir. I'm trying hard not to. I'm trying. . .."
And he was.
SLAP!
I had pulled my right hand off his buns and slapped his bare ass hard!
"Ouuuu!" he let out a yell. His bare cheeks squirmed. "I'm trying, Sir, I'm trying! I'm trying!"
SLAP!
I swatted his buns again, not all that hard but just enough to get this young man's attention.
"You need the paddle, boy?" I threatened. "Need to feel the paddle across this nice bare bottom of yours? Is it time now?"
"No, No, No, No Sir, No, Sir! Please, Sir!" he responded and immediately stopped his grinding. "I don't. I don't."
While my hand could have slapped his bare ass, now nice and ready for it up and up over my lap, so much harder, after his afternoon punishment, that was all it took to make a real impact on my boy. His _c_o_c_k_ calmed down immediately and went flaccid. He wasn't quite ready for the paddle.
Nevertheless I continued to enjoy him across my lap. The cream was soothing to his buns for sure. I'd already determined this young man was nice and firmly tight like he should be. Tonight he would need more training. For the moment, this was enough. Reluctantly the paddle could wait.
I pulled Julian off my lap and brought him up beside me where I was sitting. The boy beside me in just his white socks wasted no time before he rested his head on my chest and hugged me tenderly.
Then raised his face up slowly as if he had been thinking hard and before I knew it, he had kissed me on my cheek as I held him that way. "Thank you, Sir," he spoke quietly. "Thank you soooo much for not paddling me!"
Julian sounded very sincere and he certainly seemed so too as he sat there naked and hugging me with only his white cotton socks still on.
I was content. How could I not be? My hand was around his young _c_o_c_k_ which was growing again. We stayed there like that for what seemed like a long time.
"I guess I found that man with the hand I was looking for," he said quietly but matter of factly.
I looked into his deep set eyes that stood out on his finely chiseled but still soft face. I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have taken this one in this morning!
"Well . . .," I dragged out that word for all it was worth. "You've found a man who is going to train you, that's all," I answered truthfully. "We'll see about the rest later."
Still, to the degree it was physically possible, Julian only seemed to snuggle more closely against my whole body. "Yes, Sir," he said.
"So, are you ready for a good long spanking now, my boy?" I ask him as my hand went to his bottom again.
"It's up to you, Sir," he replied this time though he jerked when he felt my hand under and on his bare bottom.
You got that right, I thought to myself. You got that right. We sat there like that. He held me tightly and seemed slightly emotional and tender. For some reason I had the distinct feeling his emotions were genuine and completely unrelated to the fact that I was the one who had just slapped his bare bottom.
Finally it was I who spoke. "Come on, get up and let's fix something for dinner," I added. The sun was setting brilliantly as we stood up together with my hand still on his bare bottom. He was trying his best to ignore it down there. Or maybe he was becoming used to a new change in his young life, one he was just beginning to come to understand?
He smiled broadly and those pure white teeth only accented his agreement. He was back to himself now.
"Get dressed," I told him.
"Is it OK with you if I just slip on my briefs and a shirt and be comfortable?" he queried me while he smiled from ear to ear.
"That's fine," I replied. Then I smiled back at him and added, "I like a boy in his briefs, especially for dinner. And those look attractive on you and appropriate for tonight."
"How so, Sir?" he replied seemingly genuinely interested.
"Convenience, my boy. It's a matter of simple convenience," I answered truthfully but I turned my words to my purposes. "If your table manners turn out to be not so good after all, it's much easier to just pull them down and correct you quickly." I smiled at him.
He smiled back and without missing a beat quickly replied back, "I'm sure you will, but maybe I'll just dash upstairs and slip into some really thick Levi's."
Then he laughed, we both burst out laughing, and he playfully hugged me.
I let him go on for a minute or two from then until I finally broke away and retrieved his Jockeys from the clump on the floor where I'd tossed them earlier. I helped him put his feet in them, then I pulled them up tightly myself and very snugly round his ass. That seemed to surprise him.
"You will wear these tonight," I said patting them. "And nothing else on this ass of yours, so wipe that grin off your face."
He dropped his eyes to the floor, but I added. "Tonight you're definitely due for a spanking!"
The room was stone quiet.
"That's up to you, Sir," he said, still staring at his toes. "But I'll try my best to be good enough to change your mind for you."
I smiled. In fact I tried hard not to laugh right then. Fat chance! Whatever do you suppose might have happened to the young man who earlier pranced and teased so much most of the whole day long?
Julian wasn't hanging around though. He took off up the stairs, two at a time, again and rather quickly re-appeared after having pulled on just a simple white, crew neck cotton T-shirt. He looked good when he re-joined me in the kitchen with him dressed in just that white T, those white cotton socks and still in those white snug Jockeys I'd pulled up on his ass a few minutes ago. No question this boy looked good!
On the other hand, never mind, as good as he looked dressed like that, his briefs and that T-shirt would soon need to be coming off. A young man this nice with a bare bottom that soft and attractive needed to be taught how to let the rest of us see it and enjoy it. Tonight this young man needed more training on that little bare bottom of his . . . and he definitely needed a spanking! Around here that meant he'd soon be bare. It was always best for the young man that way.
But, in the meantime, Julian was busying himself and stood over there at he sink cutting the lettuce without showing much, if any concern about anything. I was working on getting the grill functioning outside on the porch, but every time I came back in and saw him standing there I was mentally stripping down those nice snug briefs, which were so completely cupping and showing off his buns, taking them down off him completely! A boy that good looking needed to be able to show them. No reason for a good looking young stud to have to hide something so naturally exotic and attractive. No reason at all. I'd never been into the nudity thing, but in this one's case, well, maybe I ought to rethink that position?
Still we were both hungry now for sure. Even though Julian needed another good spanking and a good deal of further training, it could wait. A spanking, if you do it right, takes time . . . especially with a boy this beautiful. No question this particular young man still needed one and he and I both knew he still needed to feel the dependability of a man's hand. And, what can I say? This time there was also no question whatsoever I was still ready, able and even slightly anxious to get back to giving it to him!
(to be continued)