From:ionus@aol.com (Ionus)
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Subject: Jerry spanks Tom (story) m/m
Date: 18 Apr 1995 10:13:47 -0400
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My first hint that Jerry was going to play more of a role in my life than just landlord came about three days after I moved in. Jerry's 18-year old son, Tom, was visiting for the weekend, as he did twice a month. Jerry had been out on errands or something, and I was vaguely aware that Tom had been playing with Jerry's gasoline model airplane, of which he was unduly proud. I was reading in my room when I heard Jerry's voice, (he was usually quite soft-spoken) angrily and authoritatively chastising his son.

"Did I or did I not tell you not to touch the plane without my permission?"

(Inaudible reponse).

"So, then, do you simply feel free to disobey me? Do you think I've raised you to defy my orders? Your mother may let you get away with anything, but I had hoped you would know better than to deliberately disobey me!"

"Yes, sir," I barely heard the reply.

They were in the living room, which was directly across the foyer from the entrance to my room. My room had a glass paneled door, so I moved over to where I could see across. Father and son were clearly visible through the open doorway to the living room. Jerry was standing over his son, also standing, his head hung in disgrace. I noticed again what a hot looking kid Tom was. He had no shirt on, and his tan, well formed torso was just beautiful to look at. Something suddenly triggered in my head, and I felt a rush of excitement that went straight to my _d_i_c_k_. Could it be...?

"All right, Tom," Jerry said, "you have to be punished. That's all there is to it. Don't think jsut because you're 18 you're too old to be spanked. Go get the paddle, and get back here."

A look of real fright came to Tom's face. I thought he was about to plead with his father, but the grim determination on Jerry's face must have communicated itself to him. Jerry was a big man; 6 feet four, and at least 225 lbs; heavily muscled and very strong. Tom, who was more of a swimmer's build and only lightly muscled, just turned and walked out of the room towards the kitchen at the back of the house. There was no question of defying his father's sentence. Jerry shook his head slightly, then took a straight backed chair that stood leaning against the wall and placed it in the middle of the room, sideways to my view. I could hardly believe my eyes. He was going to spank Tom right in front of me, unaware that I was spying on them!

Presently Tom came back into view, carrying, with a certain reluctance, as if it were rotten potatoes, a small laminated wooden paddle like the ones used for some games using a handball. Jerry looked at Tom with an almost fierce look, took the paddle, and set it on the floor next to the chair.

"Pants down, boy."

Tom dutifully approached, his back to me, and pulled down his pants, revealing gleaming white jockeys.

"Shorts too."

Slowly, Tom lowered the shorts, revealing a perfectly formed, white ass that was simply to die for. His balls hung low and obviously concealed a big _d_i_c_k_. This boy had it all.

Jerry roughly yanked at the shorts and pants and pulled them well below the boy's knees. Then he patted his lap just once, the grim look if anything more intense. The boy said nothing, but allowed himself to be guided into an absolutely classic over the knee position, with his beautiful white butt staring me right in the face, only fifteen feet or so away! I could hardly believe my good fortune in being a secret witness to this intimate father-son ritual.

Jerry lifted his right hand and brought it down with a surprisingly loud whack! (even through the glass of my door). Tom's butt instantly flushed red, and from the slight kick he gave, I could tell that there was real power in that whack. "Ooh," I heard him moan.

Very quickly Jerry found a rhythm, whacking Tom's butt with his large, open hand, very hard, all over his butt. He slapped his ass at least fifty times without pause; not real fast, but very steadily. Tom progressed from kicking a little and moaning to crying out with each whack and squirming violently all over Jerry's lap. But Jerry held him firmly with his strong left arm and kept him squarely centered to receive punishing whack after whack. Throughout all of this, Jerry said nothing, just going about the business of well and thoroughly spanking his boy's butt, very, very hard. And he hadn't even touched the paddle.

I caught a glimpse of Tom's face a few times. He was more howling than crying, but there were tears streaming down his cheeks now. I had never seen, much less experienced myself, so hard a spanking just with a man's hand. It seemed to go on and on.

Finally, Jerry stopped, but he didn't let Tom up. He picked up the paddle instead, and just laid it on top of Tom's already flaming red ass.

"It isn't so much that you messed with my plane without my permission, young man, as that you deliberately disobeyed me. I don't care if you were careful and didn't do any damage. That is not the point. You must learn to do as you are told when you are subject to authority. There simply is no leeway here, do you understand me?"

(Whimpering) "Yes, sir."

"I am not through with you. You are too old to be 'testing' me or screwing around about something as simple as obeying my clear orders to you. I am going to paddle you harder than you've ever been paddled, till you know that disobedience will not be tolerated and will have very unpleasant consequences. Is that understood?"

"Oh please, sir, no! I've learned my lesson! I swear I'll obey you always! Please, no!"

"Shut up, Tom. Do not whine at me. You are a young man, old enought to vote, yet you act like a child, and as long as you are in my house and under my authority, you will do as you are told and you will be punished if you don't. You will take your punishment, and you will then have a chance to reflect on what happens when you don't do as you're told. I know you'll learn this lesson, because when you think about disobeying me, the memory of this humiliating and painful spanking will be very fresh in your mind." All of this was delivered in an authoritative monotone.

Suddenly, Jerry lifted the paddle. Tom stiffened involuntarily, and Jerry again firmly planted his other hand on the small of the boy's back.

WHACK! came the first swat of the paddle. Tom jerked strongly and let out a surprisingly loud howl. His already flaming butt turned almost purple where the paddle had landed, mainly across one cheek, spilling a little onto the other.

WHACK! ... WHACK! ... WHACK! ... WHACK! ... WHACK!

About three seconds apart, Jerry began whaling on Tom's butt with that paddle. I could hardly believe it. Tom kicked incredibly violently, and was almost screaming, more or less continuosly, with paroxysms of shrillness with the landing of each swat, massive tears washing down his face. Still, Jerry's strong left arm anchored his back forward of his lap, so that the butt was sideways to Jerry's strong swinging arm for swat after swat. This was not just spanking, it was hard paddling, almost as hard as what boys usually got in school standing up, but Tom was getting it bare, and he was getting so many swats there was no counting them!

This went on for at least ten minutes, Jerry grimly and determinedly spanking his son so hard I was almost in shock, while Tom was writhing in agony. Spots that were obviously about to break open and bleed began to appear on the boy's now deep purple, badly marked up butt. Finally, Jerry stopped. Tom was crying loudly, snot and tears all over his nose and face. He didn't stop kicking and squirming for at least a minute, while Jerry continued to hold him over his knee.

Finally he let him up, and lectured him a few more minutes, with Tom standing there, his flaccid _d_i_c_k_ dangling in plain sight. I was so hot it was all I could do to keep my vantage point concealed. I wanted so bad to beat my meat after seeing that beating! Suddenly I realized I'd better not be seen, so I moved away from the door.

Later I realized that it was Tom I envied ... his dad beat him, and beat him very hard, but it was out of caring and love.

I talked to him about it later. "Your dad gave you a beating today. I heard."

Tom looked embarassed, and winced slightly. But he looked me straight in the eye. "Yeah. He don't put up with no _s_h_i_t_... not even from you, Alan, so you better watch your ass, too."

Proved to be good advice; but that's for next time.