Dinner, thought a bit long in coming when the charcoal in the grill didn't believe in cooperation, was superior. He'd set a table outside on the front porch where we sat and watched the moon sparkle on the surf while talking about almost everything and consuming the two thick steaks which were lucky enough to be in the refrigerator anyway and ultimately ended on a plate reeked with marinated juices while surrounded by wild rice and vegetables. The wine wasn't all that bad either.
Coincidentally I'd long ago built the porch conveniently with a rail with painted solid boards that extended to its floor. Protected by it, no one could see Julian still wore only his T-shirt and white Jockeys, just like I wanted him to. Instead, as the evening moved on, anyone who happened to be walking by in the evening surf -- including two of my own friends who had a place far down on the other side of the Pier and who had waved -- would have only noticed two men having dinner, laughing, and talking. And that's exactly what it was for sure.
Nevertheless, Julian and I knew it was also more than that. One of us, in fact ONLY one of us - I - at that moment had a small paddle nearby that could be used on this young man's nice bare fanny anytime, even just to get his attention! To be even more specific, I had remembered to bring that paddle of mine out and had placed it close by on a small table near me. Believe me, its unobtrusive presence laying there had its intended effect on this particular young man as soon as he noticed it there when he was carrying out one of the last dishes for the table and just before he paused to sit down and enjoy his evening meal.
Unfolding his napkin, Julian looked over there at it. He seemed to be staring, almost a blank stare, but he had his glare fixated on it there on that small table.
"You won't, ah, really you won't need that out here!" he said nodding toward it with some apparent building concern and serious respect. "I mean I'm being a good boy, right?" His voice made a slight choking sound right then which seemed to startle even him.
"Yes, maybe you are right now, but then again, I never know when I'll need it, now do I?" I questioned him right back. This boy had never felt that paddle, or any paddle for that matter, but he and I both knew he needed to. I also knew he secretly wanted to. All boys, even good boys, know that ultimately there will come a time when Dad will paddle.
"No, Sir," he replied gulping a bit. "You're right, Sir," then he looked away and added, "That's for you to judge. I was wrong to have said that. I accept your judgment. You're right. I'm sorry."
Still he seemed concerned, so I reached out across the table and took I his hand in mine.
"Look at me, Julian," I stated sounding almost like a lawyer.
He slowly looked up and directly at me though he still showed concern on his face.
"A paddle is a part of every young man's life. Every boy has one and needs to have one. You're no exception," I said. "That one is going to be yours, just yours around here. It will always stay close at hand and you can be sure I'll use it sometimes right across your bare bottom."
I looked into his eyes but I couldn't tell if he was becoming more anxious or upset or not, nor what he might be feeling. Still, he needed to know. A boy should always know a man has one for him and it's always close by.
"But, it's only there now to remind you to watch your step and be a good kid. That's all. It doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to paddle you out here tonight. Just continue to be a good boy and you'll be just fine."
I squeezed his hand to accent that point.
"Thank you," he looked up . . . very, very slowly, "I accept you." Julian squeezed my hand back before I let go of him. Then the reality of the evening began to set in. The moon on the surf was spectacular if he would just take time to notice it.
"Now," I said, "Come on. You've pulled off a beautiful dinner out of what we could scrounge in that kitchen. That's a miracle in itself, so, come on, let's forget about the paddle being there and enjoy the meal and the evening. You must be hungry? I know I am."
"Yes, Sir," he said half trying hard to force a smile back on his young handsome face. "OK. Let's eat!" Julian corked the wine and poured us both a glass. Soon crystal was clinking in a toast to a good meal and even more so to a good budding friendship. And with all of this under the moonlight, well, what could be better? No question he was a genuinely nice guy under any circumstances. Here, tonight, however, he was truly special.
As the evening went on, though, I could tell that that paddle being there nearby where he could not help but notice it occasionally still bothered him some. Well, such is life. Julian wasn't as big and brave as he had let on to be this morning after all. I started wondering if he really did have any actual understandings of what he had been hinting for all morning long and the life he seemed bend on entering? I kept such thoughts to myself though even as my suspicions were increasing as I watched him as we talked about other things then.
Rather quickly Julian had, at first, changed the topic of conversation to things far a field and away from that small oak paddle that was now to be his and for his own bare bottom. Instead the evening was moving forward on more socially gentile topics. Occasionally though I would still catch Julian's deeply boyish eyes looking over that way and down toward that small paddle setting there, his paddle now. I couldn't help but wonder what he was really thinking? He always appeared to look just a little bit more nervous after each time his eyes ventured there and then quickly returned to the dinner table.
I never let on I noticed.
Rather I let the evening go on naturally and pleasantly in order to give this young man time to adjust. I'll admit to being anxious to get back to his training at that point. Who wouldn't with a young man like this just sitting here in his underwear this night alone with me on my porch at the beach?
On the other hand, this particular young man who had suddenly appeared this morning was clearly hinting at being more long-term material and needing something too. OK, nothing wrong with that. He was someone I definitely wanted to take my time with and, if it turned out to be right, I would bring him into it all in a way that would not scare him away and instead allow him to become more and more comfortable, genuine, and real. Fine with me. Julian, with his youthfully handsome looks and firm tight physique, had clear and solid long-term potential as well as what seemed like very active, if possibly naïve, interests. Certainly his exhibitionistic tendencies in displaying himself all day had promise but given his exceptional looks, physique, and performance so far, well, yes, by this point I too was also willing to concede I was interested! One would have to be a complete fool not to be.
So I purposefully restrained myself and took my extreme time and actively resisted my own special urge to take those Jockeys down and off him out here and right now! No, this particular boy didn't need any brief for cover that blocked my hand, or my view of his finely and tightly defined merchandise and his natural, bare assets. He needed to feel proud of all he had and was, but that would have to come later. At this moment and this time I vowed I would let him keep his briefs on and handle him much later and much more privately also.
Julian ultimately proved to be a good social conversationalist and companion for dinner. He seemed well education. He certainly was well informed on a good many topics and current events. Actually he was an exceptionally good conversationalist and when he hit upon a topic with personal meaning to him, he was quite passionate about pursuing it in a way that claimed my interests too. For sure, the evening proved exceptional and enjoyable.
Actually it was even more than enjoyable! I liked the boy. I liked this boy a lot. I'd planned a quiet holiday weekend alone with a ton of books and some work I'd brought up to read and relax with. Well, the books remained basically untouched so far, the work I was now sure would stay locked in my briefcase; but the unexpected pleasure of his company made me not regret any of that at all.
We both had probably shared a bit too much wine as we were already on our second bottle when finally the clock on the old firehouse down by the town hall on the other side of the main village struck eleven times. On a warm summers night like tonight, if the gentle winds were blowing up the coast just the right way, you could sometimes hear it ringing clearly like it was now. The once tall candles were still shimmering inside their glass containers that kept them from being blown out, but by now they were almost completely gone. Never mind, the tolling of that old clock reminded both of us that it was time to end even this lengthy meal. It was time to get on with other things. That was a thought I was looking forward to, though I suspected Julian might not be. It's always been amazing to me as to how many things a young man suddenly wants to bring up and talk with you about when he senses you have other things on the much more personal agenda to bring up and settle with him -- things that might bring him a bit of unwanted personal attention you know where.
Ultimately, though, a man comes to learn to be completely undeterred when it comes to paying attention to his boy's more personal needs. Julian's were still clearly uppermost in my mind. I hadn't forgotten what he had coming, nor what dessert his would be. Certainly I hadn't forgotten what he felt like with his fine bare bottom sunny side up over my own lap and with my own hand on his bare cheeks.
It didn't take us too long though to clear and wipe that outdoor table either, clean up a bit, and then ultimately finish up with the dishes and eventually with the kitchen as well.
Back inside the living area, it was that satisfying moment of the best of evenings when gentlemen in long ago times traditionally retired for a fine Cuban cigar or to sip cognac amongst other masculine endeavors. Thus I was waiting confidently when he finally did emerge still smiling broadly from the confines of my country kitchen. At first I carefully tugged him down beside me on the big overstuffed couch. He seemed happy like that and was resting against my chest. The CD disk's gray plastic tray set of music he'd selected much earlier and had been playing all the time we had been outside. It was now starting to play all over once again. It was still playing softly.
The small wooden paddle I had brought back inside too and placed it again on a small side table where I could still reach it easily if I wanted to. Julian too had noticed it sitting there but he seemed to be set on pretending that he hadn't. That's OK. Most boys are like that when their time begins to approach. I wouldn't have expected otherwise. Julian, after all, would be getting use to it on his bum over time I was sure.
I ruffled through his hair while he was telling me about one thing or another that I was now no longer really paying much attention to. In the middle of one of his sentences, about what I no longer remember, I interrupted him.
"These need to come off now," I said it with no particular emphasis at all. Just mater-of-factly, that's all, as I'd tugged on the elastic around the top of his white cotton Jockeys.
Julian had stopped his conversation abruptly when he hear that and felt my finger going on the elastic around the top of his briefs. He looked up a me but without any comment or seeming hesitation of any sort at all, Julian simply scooted around on the couch and without ever leaving my side or rising much up off the couch, he pulled his own white briefs down and completely off into his hand, promptly tossing them toward the foot of the steps up to the loft.
I took advantage of his movements to work my own right palm down to his now bare ass and left it there. Julian had no reaction to my holding him there. I started to finger him semi-intimately. If it bothered him, he didn't show it. Instead, Julian continued to sit right there with his now half naked body up tightly against me. Now he was again completely exposed and in my hands, completely subject to my pleasure. That, however, didn't seem to bother him at all either. Instead his young _c_o_c_k_ was starting to respond firmer. Apparently this young man did well appreciate a "man's hand" on his own young bare bottom? That was a good sign and something I'd have to remember to incorporate into his own more personal training much later.
"You know you're going to get your nice fanny spanked again tonight, my Julian" I whispered softly in his ear with his head now on my chest. My one hand gently squeezed his bun and at that and my words, his young _c_o_c_k_ shot up firmly and completely erectly.
"Yes, Sir, I know," he responded very softly and very quietly. "I know. It's completely up to you."
But Julian seemed to be deep in his own private thoughts at that moment even as I toyed with this young, almost naked man beside me. He would learn obedience ultimately.
"I guess I'm glad it's you, though," he curiously murmured finally if extremely weakly. I could hardly hear him.
"Meaning?" also speaking softly I whispered in his ear.
"I mean, you know. I lost that bet and got picked up in that Auction to get my ass whipped and all and I agreed to that and all, but . . . err, and, like I know I'm gonna get my ass whipped and discipline and all and it's gonna' finally happen. I mean like you've already spanked me and I've already cried my heart out over your knees and OK, in your arms too, but I mean like, yea, I feel OK, completely open and just free to be me, like really me here with you. I mean, you're gonna' do it anytime you want and that's the way it just is and all. OK, so I've always dreamed about it happening and all. I mean more times than you'd ever believe I have. You know, like being around someone who wouldn't take me too seriously and just like call me on the carpet and discipline me OK anytime he feels like it and all anytime and like anyway he wants to, you know. But like, well, can't explain it, but still, feeling your hand on me and all, well, yea, I feel good about its finally happening and here," he said.
He was very quiet, a bit emotional, for a bit. Then, almost as an after thought, he added very, very softly and quietly, "I mean, it's not what I expected. Then again, it's so much more."
He noticed how heavy his erection was. He broke out laughing, snuggled up even closer against me now, and he abruptly kissed me, "OK, OK, I like it too. Yea, it's OK to say that finally, but it's just that, well, I know you're gonna' spank me or however else you discipline me, but I mean I'm not gonna' get whipped in someone's basement, someone I don't know, and like strung up in chains or anything like all that. It's gonna' be you giving it to me. You've treated me nice. And not many other people have ever done that to me before. In high school dreamed a lot about a man someday who would just spank me, even whip me like he decided to, like I said; but I didn't think I could ever find that happening in a nice place like this and all where I felt safe and OK to completely be me. I do here. I know I need discipline. _s_h_i_t_, my life's close to a wreck. _d_a_m_n_ it, I've needed a real man and a real spanking for so long. I can't tell you how long. I mean the way you just spanked me this afternoon without asking me or anything, I mean you just did it, you just decided and pulled me over your knees and gave it to me! That part, yea, it felt so good. Hurt, but, well, OK, it also hurt so good. You know what I mean. But I know I need a real spanking from a man who won't pay any attention to my excuses and crying and all. I need it. I've always needed it and I've thought about it for years too. And yea, I'm scared of it too. I won't kid you. But, I don't want it to be in some dirty basement dungeon. I want it to be from you."
Julian looked up at me for what seemed like the longest time and added very, very softly, "I want you to spank me. Please. I want you to really spank me." Then he dropped his head and looked down again.
To be honest, Julian's speech and the passion he'd expressed had surprised me. He hadn't seemed to be the type to be that open and he didn't seem all that emotional either. But one thing I couldn't question. Right at that moment his young _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard, and then some!
Yes, it was time.
I helped Julian ease his nice long body over my lap and he stretched it out for me. This young man was now finally naked over my lap there on the couch. His tight naked buns were naturally clenched tightly in a way that only added to their masculine attractiveness as he prepared for his spanking that he knew was now going to finally happen. Julian went easily to his fate and was now completely, nicely and fully stretched out on the couch with his firm bare tight cheeks right on top of my lap for my pleasure as I ministered to his need. His erection was full stiff between my thighs where I'd guided it. His head was raised up slightly as he was supporting himself on his elbows, but he was also holding my left hand tightly against his wet lips. His bare ass and very attractive bare buns were slightly arched up there over my lap, just waiting for me. With my free right hand I pushed his T-shirt up, far up off his back and around his shoulders. Beautiful!
This young man was finally ready for it. It was time. No question about it. Julian was one of those few young men who needs it, wants it, and also fully knows they want it even though most never get brave enough to tell anyone about it. Julian just had! No reason to disappoint him now.
Julian lay bare across my lap so still, open, waiting, and oh, so so completely vulnerable. He would finally obediently submit for the discipline and punishment he secretly knew he'd needed for a long, long time. His young bare buns were tight, but still slightly rosy. I would take some account of that, though not too much.
I didn't think anything further as he lay out nicely there over my lap and on the couch. He still continued to hold my left hand tightly and still up at his lips. I felt moisture on my finger tips and wondered if he was beginning to cry? Julian knew he needed this discipline whether or not he actually wanted the pain and humiliation of now being naked over my lap and being brought again close to tears. I was about to spank him. He needed to cry.
I looked at this young bare man and wondered for how many years he knew he needed this? And why?
But it was my pleasure too to now have this handsome youth bare over my lap with my hand on his young, tight ass or anywhere else I chose to put it. He could tell me whatever else he wanted to or needed to later. Or maybe even I might think more about it later. That made no difference at all. Right now the boy needed spanked and he too wanted it.
I raised my right hand up from his ass and brought it down across his bare bottom! Not hard, just firmly, and left it there. He jerked, but the boy said nothing.
Then I began to spank him slowly but determinedly.
Initially he jerked more and ultimately let out a groan or two when my hand firmly slapped his bare bottom, but the youth over my lap remained calm. As I continued, his grip on my left hand still at his lips became even more tight. And he seemed to be kissing it.
It made no difference. I continued and spanked this young man. Soon he was in tears with his bare bottom dancing wildly, seductively and highly erotically from side to side, up and down and around, and clenching and relaxing his young bare ass cheeks as his natural reactions -- those movement that only all young men his age instinctively and primitively know - displaying himself for my eyes and my eyes alone. He squirmed his young bare bottom to prevent the next slap that he ultimately knew was coming from my hand as all boys do. He was trying, like they all do, to avoid that sting as my hand slapped sharply across his more personal and private parts of his young, bare fanny. Still he was always unable to correctly anticipating this one nor the next. I spanked him.
As this young man lay spread out there over my lap and I spanked him, he had no way of knowing or had any time either to realize either how beautifully seductively and erotically he was in offering his own young bare bottom up to me like this. It never surprises me when I met young men who will secretly admit their older lovers spank them and then _f_u_c_k_ them immediately while their buns are so red hot. How could one possibly not be attracted do so when their bare bottoms are so openly exposed so _s_e_x_ually active as they are getting a spanking? This young man was responding more than beautifully. His young tight bare bottom was exceptional as he got his overdue spanking across my lap.
Regardless, right now Julian just needed a very good spanking. He didn't need more.
And he was getting one.
I continued to spank him not violently, never with ultimate force or anything at all approaching that. I just continued to spank him naturally. And the young man responded. His tears were flowing softly and freely now and for the third long time over my own knees today; I was reaching him deep down yet again.
Ultimately he, like all boys who get spanked, was becoming more vocal now.
"Pleeeease, it's enough . . .."
"Ouch, OK, OK, I'm sorry, . . . I'm sorry, please! . . .."
"Ouuuuh, Sir, stop, please stop. . . I know, I know I'll promise to be soooo good, I will I promise! I will . . .."
"EUCH, please, OH, please, that hurts! It hurts too much! . . . I'll do anything, Sir. OUCH! OK, OK, OK. I'll be your boy, I'll be your slave forever. . . . What do you want me to do? Anything, please anything, just please stop spanking me! . . . Ouuuuuuh, oh, oh, oooooh, please, Sir, Pleeeeeese! . . ."
Sometimes it's good to let a boy plead it out, as they all ultimately do; but I was getting tired of it tonight. A few well placed slaps to the backs of his thighs just below his buns as well as a few even more personally placed ones when I nudged his thighs apart and gave him several sharp slaps on his even more tender inner thighs and, yes, his sobs and tears accelerated to the point where he stopped his pleading and finally gave in and just let himself focus on the spanking his little bare bottom was getting. That was what I intended and was waiting for. And that was what I wanted to see in him. At the point he was exactly where he needed to be with me.
Speaking softly I reminded him "Stop your whining, boy, or I'll give you more than a few down there." I told him. "You're just getting a spanking. Keep it up and you'll get much more and have something to really whine about."
Immediately as I was slapping his thighs and speaking to him he clammed up tight and, from the feel of my left hand still at his face, seemed to be biting his lips. He shook his buns and thighs frantically as I slapped him again and a few more way down there to make sure he got my point. He needed to learn his lesson.
All of a sudden his bare body went limp in quiet, soft tears while he stretched himself out tall over my lap and far over the couch. He quietly, gently cried in my hand he now had on his face. Finally this young man had given up fighting me and resisting his spanking. I would decide the spanking he needed. He needed to learn that. Finally he had accepting that.
Julian just lay there over my lap and sobbed a bit, but gently, almost in relief, as I spanked him as he needed to be spanked.
Yes, this time I had spanked him and broken him down.
His firm young bare ass was nice and hot to the touch when ultimately I stopped and rested my hand on it. Now he was just letting it all out. All the pain and secrecy over all those years was no longer hidden. His body was shaking though completely wet and covered with sweat, but now it was just his bare bottom that was unmarked though beyond scarlet. I held him tightly, tenderly. He had nothing left held inside now.
After the longest while, I gently guided him back over on my lap, sitting this time, and let him hug me, his eyes looked so big and so, so promising. Then he rested his head down on my own shoulder as he closed those deep eyes and let the rest of all those years of penned up emotions flood out of his young fine bare body in his own gentle, quiet tears. Yet he seemed to be almost smiling.
Like he was being held now, his young _c_o_c_k_ was openly exposed and vulnerable. While he continued in his own private space and way, I let my fingers reach down and gather it up gently there in my hand, the same hand that had spanked him just a few moments before. It took only moments before it became fully erect in my fingers once again. Ultimately I helped him out of his T-shirt and held him completely naked there firmly in my arms against me. We just sat there like that.
Julian had now finally had his bare bottom spanked. Now he understood. He had been well-spanked and was now still very naked and very vulnerable. Yet, at the same time, Julian was also very, very secure in my own arms as I held him firmly and comforted him as he needed to be. He would need time to come to grips with his spanking - and there would be more in his young life - but more importantly, Julian needed time to understand the changes now entering into his new, young life. But, for all of that, we had plenty of time. Right now, in my arms, he was simply submissive, content, and very, very compliant. He uttered not a single word but he looked up at me tenderly and stayed as close as humanly possible to my own body. My hands in turn enjoyed his youthful, hairless, tight bare body. I tweaked his rigid pec and he responded by smiling broadly and squirming even just a small bit even closer. I let my fingers move freely over that firm body for the first time. It was soft, yet clearly defined. His chest and abs were well formed, and there was a small wisp of fine hair that made a line from his belly button down to his thin pubic hair from which his full _c_o_c_k_ now stood tall. His balls were tight. He would be trained to be proud of his youthful, naked body. No matter what part of his body I explored, his body only moved slightly and then only involuntarily.
This beautiful youth's mind and whole being was enticing and attractive, but it was his naked body now responding in my hands that was the real prize. It was now mine to hold, to train, to handle and to discipline as I saw fit, but "as I saw fit" would always be as he needed it. Nothing more. Nothing less.
The fair young man seemed completely relaxed, almost smiling silently there in my arms. He continued to be just that way. Completely naked, completely opening his body to me, yes, he looked gorgeous. He was a rare prize with a manner and attitude that only made him more attractive in my arms.
I marveled at my good fortune! He'd just appeared this morning beside my back porch, after all. That kind of thing never happens. But it did. It really did. And, that prize was smiling back tenderly and in my arms in spite of the fact that I'd just spanked him.
That doctor of last night with his leather whips and chains and all of it now seemed like ancient history, whatever was really behind it. Nevertheless, this young man, Julian, had just gotten his dream. He'd finally just gotten his bare fanny slapped.
Sure, Julian's body was beyond awesome, still is, but especially right then sporting a very bare and very naked red bottom. Julian was fine. He was very fine indeed. He'd been spanked, that's all. Julian just needed some discipline, some discipline, that is, and with it some solid and realistic training! Maybe you might want to call it . . . just some simple guidance?
(to be continued)