Julian's young bare ass had definitely been very nice, soft for sure, yet at times also still firm and tight in my hands as I'd spanked him. His nice bare bottom had also been equally hot and erotic, openly and unabashedly squirming seductively and freely over my own knees while he got it. To be sure this boy had very nicely been showing his own natural youthful response to my slapping its flesh by the time I had finally decided to stop spanking him and, instead, had rested my hand right on it. It's hard to explain if you aren't right there watching it or have never seen a young man getting his spanking, but there is a real beauty in the movement of your young man's bare buns and thighs while you're spanking him and tending to his youthful needs.
Julian had more than held my own interests. Right now, with him still naked though back upright again and tight against my own chest as I held him sitting gingerly partly on my lap after I'd finished spanking him, there were other things to consider.
A naked young man, no matter how beautiful and no matter how much you care for him, cannot be allowed to get complacent. It was time to bring this young Julian back "home". In short, it was time to begin some guidance. So it was that after I'd helped him out of his T-shirt moments ago leaving him completely bare and without a stitch of clothing on except those socks, Julian was now just an extremely nice naked young man in my arms, tight, very erect, as hard as a rock, as a young man should be. None of this was unexpected, as a matter of fact. And as all young men just after they've been spanked and had a good cry, he was also a very, very responsive one in my hands as I went over him while allowing him time to come to grips with his spanking and all that was changing quickly in his young life.
During this time, he sat quietly and rested his head on my own shoulder. He openly offered his body completely while he hugged me, even kissed me as I'd turned him up and over from his spanking and held him on my lap on the couch now.
All the time while I'd been spanking him, I'd had the personal pleasure of viewing his buns as he wiggled, danced, and squirmed them all over my lap in futile attempts to prevent the palm of my right hand from landing across his bare skin where I had always managed to land it anyway. Now it was just his young _c_o_c_k_ and balls that I had the pleasure of having my fingers around while that young _c_o_c_k_ too had responded and grown hard to my liking. The same hand that had brought him tears could now bring him soft and gentle pleasure.
He was learning as young men always do. Sure, he was also still a bit emotional against my chest and shoulder although by now much more softly and quietly so. His own hands and arms were still around me. He had made no movement to resist my hands on his body. Instinctively he already knew better. Instead he moved slightly and lifted his own naked body up or around or anything he thought might increase my access anywhere I sought it over his own young body.
This young man was learning obedience. He was learning it well.
The boy had potential. It was now time for some clear guidance.
Thus it was that my hand that had just spanked him now only gently held his _c_o_c_k_ and balls.
Julian had instinctively understood how to be a good boy as all young men in the hands of men who spank them also do. And he was trying. Discipline, I now suspected, was completely new to him. His earlier bravado had been an enticing act. But, right now, he was genuinely trying. Discipline, though, was something he was going to have to get used to and live with no matter if he was here for the day, the weekend or longer. Obedience is something a young man must be taught. And there is only one firm way to teach it to him.
"OK, Julian," I said while I took his head in my hands and moved his face so his big eyes were looking at me. They were red, watery, and his young chiseled face was tear-streaked even though he looked and felt so relaxed and contend in my arms like this. He was smiling and seemed pensive but happy. Julian's hair was every which way. His face was certainly flushed from his emotions and from crying. "You've cried long enough this time. Time you best straighten up and listen carefully."
"But I . . ."
I cut him off quickly but still kindly and repeated myself, ". . . and listen carefully and I mean it, very carefully, or I'll take the paddle to your ass."
He said nothing further. He looked taken back, startled, shocked, even somewhat worried and more than just a little scared that I was about to flip him over and paddle him, even though I wasn't. Still he pulled himself back together enough and quickly enough to reply with a much more thoughtful and appropriate, "Yes, Sir."
"Remember you were the one who said you lost that auction and you're suppose to be that doctor's slave boy for the holiday weekend? Well, yes, that you are, but now you're going to serve it right here for me . . . "
"Yes, Sir."
". . . and you're the one who hinted you wanted to feel a man's hand?" I smiled; this time he didn't! ". . . well, my boy, you already have and, guess what? You're going to feel this hand of mine again this weekend as well so you might as well just get used to it."
He was quiet. We both were quiet for awhile. I was enjoying holding him. He seemed deep in though. No reason to hurry.
"Yea, I know . . . and you're right about having wanted it for so long and I'm really glad I'm finally getting it and all but it's so much more than I hoped for and all, but . . . I'm not complaining for sure, and, yea, I promise you I'm trying to be very good for you. Guess you could say I've got motivated."
Julian seemed to gulp as he audibly tried to clear his throat.
"Good or bad at this point doesn't much matter," I added. "Here you are going to learn discipline, obedience and to be proud of yourself and stand tall and I expect you to take it very, very seriously . . ."
"Yes, Sir. I will, Sir, I will." His eyes radiated deep beauty.
". . . but even that makes no difference because if for any reason whatsoever or even for no reason at all, any time I want you over my knees that is exactly what is going to happen. I'll make that decision. Do you understand that, Julian?"
"Yea, yes, Sir, I do and I'm glad it's gonna be that way too."
"Good, I hope you really are and do too," I said smiling. "Now you leave those Jockey's you are so fond of over there where they are. Don't touch them there. I don't want you even thinking about covering up this nice _c_o_c_k_ you've got down here or having any chance of your pulling up something up to hide this nice rosy bare bottom of yours. Tonight you wear your T-shirt and your socks, if you wish, but that's it tonight. Understand, my boy?"
"Yes, Sir." He said though quietly. "I'll do it, Sir."
"Good, now get your shirt on and get yourself back here right beside me."
Julian half jumped off of my lap and dashed over naked to where I'd tossed his T-shirt earlier when I'd tugged it off over his shoulders, over his head, and I'd thrown it toward the corner. He was back quickly, trying to pull it over both his head and chest all at the same time. His young _c_o_c_k_ and balls were just flipping in the air unrestricted by any briefs, just as they should be. Finally he managed to get that shirt on as I eyed his stomach muscles and smiled watching him struggle with it. Yes, he definitely had potential.
Then Julian sat down right here beside me again, and I pulled him closer though he didn't need any encouragement to come as close as physically possible.
"So you're staying here for awhile?" I said as my hand was beginning to pat his bare bottom again.
"I'd really like to," he replied looking up at me and smiling, "and I'm happy about that too," he added for good measure.
His bare ass was for sure still nice and hot to the touch when I again rested my hand on it. Without any doubt, I now had a well-spanked boy in my arms. Julian was now still, naked, but for that T-shirt, but very secure in my arms. He needed to stay that way awhile. Submissive, content, and very, very compliant were the words that came into my mind as my hands enjoyed his young bare body that was now mine to hold, to train, to handle and to discipline as I saw fit and as he needed it.
We stayed like that a long while just listening to the music selected much earlier that was still playing softly on the stereo. At one point I half thought he'd fallen asleep he seemed that calm, but he hadn't fallen asleep for sure. His _c_o_c_k_ was still very erect.
"Would you like something to drink?" Finally it was I who broke the silence between us.
"Thanks. Yea, for sure, I would," he was beginning to get back to his old polite self. "I'll get us both something," he said smiling, "like what you would like?" He spoke as he was slowly easing his body apart from mine and about to rise up off the couch.
"Look around out there and see what you can find that looks interesting," I answered. "For me, just something cold. You make yourself anything you want. There's a full liquor cabinet in the chest by the kitchen door if you like that kind of stuff."
He set off slowly and with good reason too. As he walked away from me, it was very obvious just how warm and rosy his own young bare bottom still was. Regardless, his firm buns moved seductively as he walked away slowly.
I, in turn, went out onto the front porch overlooking the water. The moon was almost full and shimmering brightly tonight as the waves continued to roll in softly. No one was walking on the beach at this hour. Even the gulls were asleep somewhere though one solitary one was gawking as it glided past on its way to somewhere or the other. Maybe it too had a liaison for the evening? Otherwise it was comfortably silent outside with the very low and soft music coming from just inside the door.
"Ah hem," I heard him grunt and turned to see Julian standing there at the screen door but still inside. He had two tall glasses in his hands. "Am I allowed to come out there like this?" he asked.
"Sure, but wait just a minute 'til I open the screen door," I said. "You have glasses in your hands."
So I reached over and opened the door and Julian just walked out there on the porch, tall, proud, and still naked from the waist down to his socks. The solid wood porch rail would protect him only about to his upper thighs, but at this time of the night it didn't much matter. Anyway the soft back lights shining from inside the house were so dim that even if someone walked by, they would never notice much detail of the beautiful boy standing there with just two glasses in his hands and completely naked from his waist down. Julian came out the door like that without hesitating at all and went over to the porch rail to look out to the water.
"Beautiful night," he murmured. "Just perfect."
He handed me the drink he'd fixed me and I took it from his hand without asking what it was. It didn't matter. He raised his own glass in toast my way and I returned mine enthusiastically. Julian had moved a bit closer beside me almost subconsciously and was soon leaning his back against my chest as he sipped his own drink and looked out toward that water in the moonlight. I let him lean on me, and I slipped my own free hand around his waist and held him under his shirt where I could still feel his firm stomach definition. He only responded by simply leaning against me even more.
"So, what you thinking?" My curiosity finally got the best of me I guess.
"How beautiful it is here," he spoke softly. He turned around and with my arm still around his waist he looked at me with his lips still moist from the drink he was slipping. "And how lucky I am to be here. It's beautiful." Julian winked and pecked my cheek quickly. I responded by holding him more tightly around his waist while trying to be careful not to spill the drinks we were both still holding.
"I . . . I guess I don't know how to really say this, but . . . yea, I want you to train me," he said. "I want you to be in charge."
I smiled to myself, being very careful not to laugh, not even softly given his age and how seriously and deliberately he had just spoken those words. "Julian, . . . you don't have to worry about that," I replied, half toasting him. I emphasized my point by moving my free hand off his waist and down on his hot, bare ass. He moved forward ever so slightly when he felt my hand there.
"Ouuuuuh," he said and without thinking but then when I started to move it back off his ass. "No, please don't move your hand," he winked. "It feels so good right there. I like it. It's . . .it's almost like it belongs there . . . or anywhere you want to put it."
Thus it was that my hand stayed there. I liked it there too. It felt good there. He felt very good down there.
So we stood there like that, hard to believe but we did, with him leaning against me and my hand on his bare bottom right there on the front porch in the moonlight and for the longest time. The night was spectacular and so very quiet.
After awhile I sent him in for some skin cream and when he reappeared with it and another drink for both of us, the drinks were set on a small table while I sat down and took Julian across my knees, this time not to spank him -- though I admit I thought about it, you couldn't help to think about it with a boy this beautiful - but rather to squeeze some of the healing cream from the tube nicely into between his tight buns. I took my time with him over my lap like that and massaged it all over his buns and thighs, everywhere his skin was red and hot to the touch. It was rosy but unblemished in any way. Still I knew it was going to get redder! At that point I really didn't know how much he knew or realized. And it really didn't matter either. Here was a young man who was here for training and there is only one way that I do that.
Right at that moment, Julian didn't need his bare bottom slapped for him. When I'd told him to get over my knees, he had immediately placed his drink down on the small table and gone over without a word and offered it to me. Julian no longer had to be told I required his bare bottom directly up over my lap with his hands stretched out in front and his feet equally stretched out to the back. It was a matter of balance, sure; but it was also so he could raise his bare buns up even more predominately and higher off my lap any time I told him to do so.
"Raise it up nice and high for me, my boy," I'd told him.
And compliantly he did. I continued to massage the cream now down in those harder to reach areas that every boy prefers to keep more private. This boy was obedient to my directions, though possibly he'd noticed that paddle was back out sitting nearby, I'm not sure. He only jerked slightly when he felt my finger slowly invading. He moaned a bit as I took my time. He also moaned even more when I reached under him and applied the same cream to his now extending _c_o_c_k_ and also all over his balls. The young man was in training.
When I finished deeply and thoroughly massaging this young man to my satisfaction, I let him stand up though not touch himself. He looked content. Finally, again, he took his drink, raised his same glass toward me and once more leaned back against my own chest while we both stood there in the moonlight.
Finally it really was too late. I was tired and so was he. Turning off the lights and locking up, I swept him into my arms and in spite of his clearly obvious surprise, I carried him in my arms up the stairs and into my loft where I deposited him out over the bed.
Julian looked good, attractive, enticing. His body was more than appealing as he lay stretched out there smiling. Then again, he wasn't likely to be at all happy about my being about to tone up the rosiness and heat on his fine bare buns just at bit before I let us both fall into some much needed sleep. Julian needed to learn nevertheless. A young man is always better with discipline fresh on his mind. That was as it should be.
When I first began to roll him over on his stomach, he seemed unconcerned, even playful. Then as I pulled his naked waist up a bit higher and shoved first one, then two pillows under that waist to raise his buns up higher for me, he seemed more than just surprised and clearly wasn't so sure of my intentions. Nevertheless, he obeyed and had raised his bare bottom up nicely while I shoved those two pillows under his waist. I stood there and looked at him lying there with his tight bare buns up nicely and waiting. I was going to hand paint those young buns a bit whether he liked the idea or not! A boy needs to be taught full obedience and quick submission, especially when he doesn't want, or like, something you've decided to give him. It's always best that way.
Tonight, Julian, though new I was sure to discipline, was completely obedient and submissive. He turned his head around and watched my every movement now. It was clear that what he wanted most was only to protect his pretty little bare bottom. That was not to be.
What Julian wanted was not something I paid attention to at a moment like this. Instead, I sat beside him and placed my hand on that bottom. He jerked forward at the unexpected feel of my hand and automatically clenched his buns tightly. In turn, I held them until he finally relaxed, then I caressed them a bit and softly, gently, not in any way hard, slapped his raised buns to equally raise the temperature. He responded beautifully, soon moaning quietly, and he make no movements at all to resist this unwanted attention. Initially he just whimpered as I half caressed, half softly slapped him with simple, quick, unexpected flips of my palm. Soon his emotions were at their peak and he was beginning to get close to crying. I watched his pitch carefully but just raised the temperature, that's all. It didn't take long given his earlier lessons throughout this afternoon and evening.
Softly he asked me to stop, to come to bed with him. He'd had enough. He couldn't handle anymore. He wanted me beside him, it seemed, in other ways? He continued until he came out with all the normal excuses all young men try when hoping to avoid the inevitable at the hands of the man above them. I'd heard them all before. I slapped him gently anyway. I wanted to see his bare ass hotter than it was right then; and if that was what I wanted, that was what it was going to be. When I finished hand painting his bare bottom to my liking, nice and red and hot, I took him back into my arms while he was emotional and very close to crying softly. But he hadn't cried at all. He had moaned, he had groaned, but each time when he came close to crying I'd pull him back from it, each time. My hand knew when to stop. Just enough. Never too much.
This young man, it turned out, was very nice, very firm, but virginal to all of this. Now he obeyed all directions quickly and, as such, Julian was beautiful in the bed in his youthful, quiet submission. I was gentle with him, yes, always. He was, after all, a gentle, beautiful, even a very handsome, young man.
When it was completed, we were both exhausted and locked together tightly; and, just like that he fell asleep in my arms. Yes, I kept him with me as he had quickly fallen off to sleep with my arms around his chest as his own smaller arms tightly held mine twined around him. Before he drifted off he had moaned in his own quiet pleasure, but it had been an unusual day for him. I understood that and tried my best to comfort him with sincerity. He needed to understand that while I would guide him, I would never, ever hurt him. Julian in spite of his beauty, or maybe even because of it, showed his good potential well tonight.
It didn't take me much longer to doze off in a very deep slumber either. If there is such a thing as "a perfect day," this one had been very, very close to that. No complaints and certainly no regrets in letting him stay.
Julian had found a man to guide him, OK; but, I had found a very good young man! Tomorrow I could explore just "how good!" Still, I liked him. I would never hurt him. Guidance assumed I would still spank him. But it also assumed respect and far more than simple genuine care. In the case of this young man, that had to be taken for granted . . . and it was.
(to be continued)