While I stood there outside the screen door looking into my beach pad living room that mid-day, the tight but fleshy cheeks of this young man's bare buns were openly visible to me or to anyone else who had happened to look in. Julian's bare bottom was still nicely rosy from a combination of that creamy balm I had applied to his buns and the small amount of lube as well. Still the telltale rosy signs of an athletic young man still subject to a spanking would have caught your eye. His strong back and athletic manner as he napped there unaware you were looking were attractive but it was his bare bottom that would have immediately caught your attention. In many ways, he seemed like many other young men these days; but, if you had looked in, what you would have known was that there lay a young man in his almost naked attractiveness who still got his bare fanny spanked. His age and youthful beauty made no difference in this case. His bare bottom visible from the screen door made it perfectly clear he had recently felt some discipline across his young, bare ass.
Why this young man had been disciplined, looking in you would not have been able to tell of course. But you would have known for sure that he still got it! Julian still got spanked! He was merely a young man who still was cared for.
Beautiful boy! Too attractive to still get spanked? Nah, no way. This boy responded nicely to it -- as do most boys once they know you are serious about giving it to them when they stray.
Julian was still young. How he had strayed I didn't know yet? Regardless he had showed up here and was clearly asking for some attention. Maybe his parents were the modern type who did not believe in giving him a crack across his bare fanny when he needed it? Many young men write with family backgrounds like that. Maybe his Dad just did not know what a young man needs most sometimes? Maybe that was why he had been searching in that charity slave auction thing? Maybe he just knew, as some young men do these days, that he simply wanted a man in charge and if that meant a hand or strap across his bare ass at times, such it would just have to be? Maybe he had dreamed about being across a man's lap and simply knew he wanted it? Maybe it was something completely different in Julian's case? Ultimately it did not matter much. Julian had now already been here with me for over twenty-fours hours and he had already had his own bare ass across my knees and slapped well for him. He had cried and begun to get things out. He had learned to obey and found himself being lubed. Yet, he was still here. It was more than just a fantasy for this young one, but what was it exactly?
Julian had lost his preppy cloths though not all of his preppy ways. This one would take time. He would get more training, more focus, and some clear guidance for his life the old-fashioned way. Spankings were now back in his young life though some might argue he was too old for them. Never mind, he was not subject to them and would now get them for sure like many other young men his age and ever older do everywhere in the world, right across his bare bottom, anytime he needed one.
I stood there, looking in, watching him sleeping inside there, and looking so peacefully. Julian was sound asleep on the couch.
I could not help but thinking about that other young man who had also been carefully lubed intimately one weekend morning but had had trouble stopping his squirming here not all that long ago. That boy had needed to be spanked thoroughly in the kitchen his first morning, and he had not been happy about it either! I will never forget how surprised he was when he suddenly realized that what I had told him the night before was still to be obeyed without hesitation. When he hadn't, I had spanked him.
That other boy, who had been slimmer, finer, with soft tan skin and fine black hair, had also fallen asleep on that same couch in there. He had eventually fallen asleep naked though on his stomach as his own bare ass had been far redder and also far, far hotter than Julian's was right now.
The other boy had proven much harder to train and had exhibited a strong stubborn streak initially. I remembered that first morning when I had grabbed his bare bottom still in bed and had pulled him quickly across my lap as he wakened. He had gotten several quick well placed reminder strokes of the flat of my right palm across his own young ass that morning to assist him in recalling where he was and who was still in charge here. Sleeping in had not been an option.
That young man had quickly yelped loudly in surprise when he had first felt my hand on his ass. Though he had known better than to try to get away, he had a natural knack for squirming to try to avoid the inevitable. Because of it, he had received a good long spanking in bed that morning anyway though it had not been long before he was promising to be much more attentive.
When I had finished spanking him there that first morning, with his own bare ass nice and hot and scarlet, he had showered too and then had unpleasantly discovered what lube was for. Unfortunately obedience had not come easily, nor naturally, to that young one. Though shy and very modest as most boys at first are in front of a man they know they are to obey, he had started with a _c_o_c_k_y attitude and an overly high opinion of what he had to offer. He had trouble understanding that his youth and his nice physique with his small _c_o_c_k_ and balls, that remained unproven back then, were not all that special. Naked over my lap with that _c_o_c_k_ in my hand as I spanked him with my other hand, that young one had taken his spanking just as personally as other guys also do when they are young and have not ever been spanked or paddled before. He had had one problem, though. That one had constantly squirmed and wiggled over my lap even after he had finally caved in and sobbed it all out there. Throughout it all, though, he had constantly remained as hard as a rock in my fingers and that young one had never lost his erection no matter how long I spanked him.
He had also had a problem initially adjusting to my hand on his bare buns anytime. Ultimately the paddle had needed to be brought out and used until he adapted to that fact too. Although he never did care for my hand there, he came to feel it was far preferable to my paddle. Still it had taken that one an exceptionally long time to realize what it mean to have a man in charge.
That first full morning, sarcastic back talk seemed to be a nature part of his own peer culture and thus later on in the kitchen too, after I had lubed him too and applied sufficient cream to my own satisfaction, he had learned that it was not part of my culture when I had had to spank him again for mouthing off with what he protested loudly was only a joke! Joke or not, he got it right where he sat down. Still eventually he too began to come to grips with what it meant being the boy he really was.
It takes some boys some time to adjust to the fact that you are not just playing around here but expect obedience, even gentlemanly behavior, and you expect it twenty-four hours a day. When he had stray from either standard, he simply got spanked again. Though it took him awhile, soon even that one had caught on. Then I had finally let him nap too on that same couch while I had spread a similarly clean ironed sheet over him for comfort as well.
That particular one had been forced to stay in just an underwear tank top and socks that first day in the house to keep his bare ass visible and easily accessible. Finally, though, even he understood. Old fashioned ways still work. They work well as long as they are fairly but firmly applied consistently and the relationship of trust and respect is established. Still boys, even those in their twenties, can have notoriously short memories except when they see their paddle sitting out to remind them what happens to a young man with temporary memory loss.
Julian, on the other hand, had adapted with more natural eagerness to his own training. He had even hinted again about wanting another one. I looked at him and admired him even though I wondered, but eventually I simply covered him with a sheet for comfort too.
Two boys, both very different. One had shown resistance. One had not only shown none at all to speak of but instead had shown eagerness to feel and respond to my hand. Never mind, both young men had nice red, bare bottoms at this point in their training. The difference was only that Julian did not need to worry about only sleeping on his stomach.
There had been a message from that other boy on the answering machine when I had arrived here the other day. He had gone back up to his folk's place for the long holiday weekend. I had meant to phone him last night, but I simply had not found time yet. Julian having appeared had occupied my time and my thoughts.
For the moment I stood looking in at Julian, thought about things, and left him there sleeping. More attention would come later for sure; but, for now, it was time to catch up on things in the paper on the front porch. The rest of the day would wait.
I also made a mental note to call the other boy too. I did not want him to think I had forgotten him, for sure. He was also a super guy and a very good friend by now. As such, his own bare bottom was anything but forgotten.
This other young man was hoping to get to stay with a friend of mine in Europe where his personal fantasy for a more leather lifestyle could be test this summer. To this point he had already proven his sincerity to me, if not more, and on more than one occasion; but he dreamed about a time with a far older, full-time leather master I was in the process of introducing him to. When the current semester was over, he planned on doing some traveling with me - and with his small leather paddle I had for him - in England and Northern Europe where he hoped to be invited to stay with a good friend of mine. While he had already been introduced to a small lash to insure he knew what he was talking about, this one wanted to experience a period living under it and with other boys there as well.
The place we will be ultimately visiting is a huge old rural estate house in a forest a reasonable distance from town where my leather friend has the luxury of providing his Levi clad (or less) European boys to some hard out-of-doors work to build up their physiques with a not-so-subtle leather lash he is fond of applying frequently. Across their bare asses, that lash keeps them productive and obedient to his own wishes and desires daily. While his "gatherings" are legendary in that part of Europe, the boys who wonder in and out are quietly cared for with in a completely leather life style.
It is his choice. I would introduce him and insure he wants to stay after he has been there a few days and experienced the reality of the lash in the hand of my older friend for his growth and discipline. The rules there are strict but the same for all of the guys. Anyone who breaks one is strung up and stretched tight, with only a _c_o_c_k_ ring on, as the short leather whip lashes the boy's bare ass and stripes his back and far more for his personal correction. The others there all witness his whipping and all are stripped for it in case another needs attention as well. Witnessing a fellow boy's whipping is a good reminder for his peers there who must obey and are also likely to get the same at any time. All of them being forced to strip naked to witness it further enforces that they are all treated alike. Such whippings are fairly frequent there as that master's standards are very strict. Consequently, boys there focus completely on their work, on their obedience, and on developing their own bodies. No question, it is a unique situation.
The more rural location permits these boys to work openly with the cattle and small animals there and also in the farm fields there, often dressed as the leather master decides. Short shorts and Levi's with the bottom cut out of them is common though sometimes a boy is told to wear just leather chaps or chaps with a thong or jock on. All wear a heavy boot while working and a tight T-shirt in the Summer months. Weight training takes place every morning and again at the end of each day. Part of the regiment there is to develop the boy's physique for the pleasure of the Master and for his future endeavors. No one objects. In fact, that is part of why they come there.
And there are other leather punishment adornments, shall we say, my young one will be subjected to also, but this is his free choice and he will be safe there. That young one understands what is coming. Actually he seems anxious as his summer approaches.
In the meantime while I am planning on going over with him. He remains in training -- in his case with a very thin and very flexible, small, fine, and expensive leather paddle that now corrects and guides his own bare buns as necessary . . . yet quite frequently.
In Europe he will have a safe chance to experience that lash he has dreamed of living under with the others now there. One is currently a super nice and very white-blond Danish boy and two are Eastern European - all of whom have been there for a couple of years and show no signs of leaving. Another is a British lad on his "see the world" year break. The American I would introduce with be the first American to stay there. Most recently one slightly thin Frenchman has arrived who is learning butler service as well.
Occasional quite private dinners I have attended there as my time permits have always been interesting. The leather master enjoys standing his boys around the room naked or semi-clothed in more erotic leather much as an antique collected exhibits his own highly prized possessions. Known guests often in coats and jackets never seem to hesitate to inspect one of the boys who catches their eye just as one might under other circumstances inspect a piece of fine art. Art and especially fine living sculpture often bring close and intimate expression either, especially prior to dinner. Fine wines and expensive beers are served as guests talk and observe them standing there. The boy's body like a fine work or art and the best of wine is there to be observed and enjoyed.
I have watched the Danish boy subject to the most man handling while he has managed to retain his erection and never flinch at anything. His body is especially finely developed and toned from having been there for several years. Called over he approaches the guest and stands there, his eyes shut. When his own jeans or leather are taken down by the guest, he exhibits a thin, soft blond hair that nestles but cannot begin to hide or protect his two drawn up, firm but tight balls and a pure, flawless _c_o_c_k_ that immediately responds to the touch. Forced to turn around the Danish boy's thighs are tight and semi-muscular while his ass is very firm with two etched and chiseled buns that remain tightly clenched together until a finger or two forces them to relax and part open for the pleasure of the guest intruder who has chosen to handle him. This boy is used to being handled and admired and seems to secretly enjoy the attention no matter who is handling him. Hands pass over his body tracing his muscles and enjoying his most sensitive areas that can cause him to flinch and even giggle. His pecs and nipples seem especially sensitive when he is handled, but it is that area hidden at the base of his balls that always seems to respond the most. Somehow the guest discovers that too. His body always attracted attention.
Over across the room always sat the leather master in his large wing tipped greenish leather chair. In his hand he held his beer. Beside that hand on the small arm table, rested his lash. There was no question who was in charge here.
The other boys always seemed more reticent, even more shy, and attract less attention even though the Eastern European boys can quickly become extremely compliant when even just a simple paddle is in the room. Boys, even good looking proud and shy boys, have a way of becoming compliant when the consequences of in obedience are clear and known to them by their own experience. No boy wants paddled or whipped in front of guests! The results of their training shows clearly when you are a guest there.
During the meal, the boys stand in the room as their Master has placed them and robed or disrobed according to his wishes for the occasion. Sometimes, if one moves and is noticed, he is whipped. Dinner conversations often carry on as if the young men were not present, but they always are.
Yes, it is not a typical place by any stretch of the imagination. Still if that young man going with me wishes to remain there, he will be welcome and trained in the fine European arts of obedience and service at the highest levels.
That young man is in training for a much different life style than Julian. It is his choice and his personal dream.
I will call him tonight, but I was sure he was fine and at home for this weekend. He happens to have both a boy friend at his campus as well as a girl friend from high school in his hometown. Unfortunately he does not feel free to signal openly with either of them about his desires, plans, or even what he feels are his needs. They think he is planning to travel around Europe this summer vacation. He will returned a changed young man for sure and then we will see.
Truth is often stranger that fiction if you are close enough to observe it. Summer has promise for being an interesting one.
Today, though, the news in the paper when I got around to it was about what it always seems to be. Lots of local stuff with supermarket ads galore, yet nothing much to let you know anything significant had occurred outside our beach community, let alone outside of our country. Talk about insular!
Anyway I read all through it, discarding the ads, but I remember how surprised I was to notice suddenly that there in one of the national chain ads for summer beach wear stood Aaron, who had stayed with when Larry was in high school at home. Aaron had done well for himself, no question about it. Made me proud too. He looked as good as ever! No one would have guessed his needs and proclivities by looking at the model standing there and smiling in the multi-colored bikini with the stunning native woman beside him on some Caribbean beach. I would call him too.
Right now though, it was only Julian who slept soundly on my couch with the clean sheet now having been pulled up and covering him. Now the sheet was even hiding his own bare bottom from intruding eyes. No hurry. I would remove it at any time I wanted to . . .
to be continued