Ultimately when they heard Jeff's car drive up and the motor went dead in the driveway, they smiled at each other. Both were looking forward to this. A few minutes later Jeff's key finally turn in the lock. It was almost exactly six o'clock, both men were ready.
"OK, here we go. Now Bob, remember after you've greeted him, tell him I am in charge and then leave it all to me. I'll show you how it's done. That doesn't mean you can't ask questions or make conversation; but let me run it this time and you'll see and quite likely enjoy his whole performance. Jeff's especially cute while he's getting spanked. But then, after tonight, spanking Jeff will be up to you. Deal?"
"You got it! I'm looking forward to watching him get it."
"Good! I'll step into the kitchen while you greet him."
The door opened. Jeff walked in and looked at Bob sitting there waiting for him. Jeff half seemed to swallow hard. He looked good in a starched white business shirt with a dark silk tie. His jacket over his arm he tossed over the back of a chair. Jeff's slacks fit him well, the picture of a young sales type. Looking uncomfortably around the whole room, Jeff set his briefcase down by the door and feigned an uncomfortable smile toward Bob. He appeared younger, more boyish, than his 24 chronological years and was handsome in a nice almost athletic and masculine way, yet Jeff also conveyed the boyish airs of not yet being quite comfortable with his own natural _s_e_x_ual attractiveness to others, not yet anyway. Ultimately, though, overall Jeff reeked youthfulness and had a smile that couldn't help attracting you. His deep blue bedroom eyes were what drew you to him and made you want to forget about any plans and just draw him into the bedroom rather than talking with him at all. Ruffle his hair and play with him. Jeff was just that type. He had always used his attractiveness and deeply handsome good looks to get what he wanted growing up. Right now, though, his looks were not going to save him from what he desperately needed!
Bob got up from were he was sitting, put down his beer glass, and went over to kiss him where he was standing as he always did when he came home. He could tell Jeff was tense and nervous. After all he should be! But Jeff tensed even much more noticeably so when Bob hugged him and patted the seat of his slacks with his hand left holding him there. Bob had never done that before but he intended to do it, and a lot more too, from now on. Bob had always been the quiet, almost following type. He basically had tried to do what it too to keep Jeff happy. From tonight on though, Bob had resolved to be as aggressive as he needed to be with Jeff to get what he wanted out of their relationship. Bob had always been there for Jeff. From tonight on, Jeff was going to be there for him! Jeff was going to learn obedience whether he wanted to or not!
"Hi, Pal. Glad to see you're right on time," he kissed him and continued grasping his bottom through his slacks, "good thing too." He felt Jeff tense his body. "Well, my, my, don't we seem a bit nervous tonight? Nice to see you anyway," Bob said as he kissed him again, this time deeply and then noticed Jeff's eyes darting around the room. "What's the matter, Jeffrey? You're not looking forward to your doctor's appointment? Don't like an examination? What a pity, but never mind. It's what you need right down here," he patted the seat of Jeff's bottom as Jeff paled even further. "And you can be sure I'm going to see to it that you get it!"
Jeff looked more than just a little concerned now. He sensed they were alone. Maybe Hank hadn't arrived yet? Maybe Bob had decided he's do it himself? Going over Bob's knees would be embarrassing but would probably hurt less too. This was his change. Maybe he could still change Bob's mind?
"Bob, look I'm sorry. I'm really very, very sorry about everything I said this morning and the way I let things get out of hand, but, come on, isn't there some other way you and I can settle this just between the two of us?" Jeff tried. He looked downright sincere as he spoke to Bob this time. His smile could have melted a glacier. Jee, he was cute and could be nice when he wanted to be!
"The time for talking is over, kiddo, sorry!" Bob shot back and ended Jeff's hopes. "Better be careful what you say. I have already decided you are going to have this doctor's appointment, and you might want to remember I've invited Dr. Cane to be here. But don't worry. Things are definitely going to change for the better around here. I'll be setting many more doctor's appointments for you from now on. Actually, I'm going to be making a point of keeping your cute little fanny nice and red and very well spanked for you. But, now, tonight, I'm bowing out and Hank is taking over to spank you. I'll be right here watching you get your spanking of course, but that's it. Hank's running your doctor's appointment tonight. That's FINAL! Do you understand that, Jeffrey? The time for talking is over."
"Ah, yes," he managed to croak out.
Jeff looked very pale now, even seemed to be sweating a bit. He knew he needed to sound sorry and very coy if he was going to make this as easy as possible for himself. Jeff's beautiful eyes opened very widely as he looked around the room for Hank. He knew now for sure that this was NOT going to be pleasant, but he could also try to lessen the discomfort for sure! It was one thing to think about getting spanked. But it was quite another thing when it was just about to happen!
As if on some unseen cue, Hank entered from the kitchen. In his right hand he was carrying his wooden hairbrush. That was the first thing Jeff noticed. Jeff knew what that hairbrush felt like! He had felt it before on his ass, many times before. Many, many times actually! It hurt! It hurt a lot!
Over Hank's lap that hairbrush had made him cry his eyes out more than just a few times in the past and Jeff knew that only a few slaps from that particular hairbrush could make him begin to cry quickly. Jeff just stared at it in Hanks hand, and he hoped Bob wasn't going to see him get spanked with it for sure!
"Well, Jeffrey, hello! Aren't you're looking good tonight, though you seem slightly nervous," Hank spoke matter-of-factly, the hairbrush swatting against his other palm as he stared at Jeff who was standing there looking very uncomfortable. "Anyway as much of you as I can see so far looks as good as always. But of course I am looking forward to seeing ALL of you for old times sake, you understand," as if to add emphases Hank had said it all very slowly while continuingly smiling, "I trust you are as good with your clothes on as you soon will be when I remove them. I'm sure you are about to become even better good boy. You always were at your best when your bare bottom was nice and red now weren't you, Jeff?"
Hank smiled even more broadly if that were possible at his little joke. Jeff just paled and tensed even more. His eyes were fixated on that wooden hairbrush in Hank's right hand. Hank looked him over carefully, up and down, slowly. Jeff stood there very uncomfortably while Hank's stares undressed him and left him already feeling very naked, embarrassed, and humiliated as he stood there facing the man who had spanked him so many times in the past. Jeff knew he had to obey Hank. Somehow he had always known that.
"Ah . . ," Jeff had turned very red, he almost seemed to be about to stutter, especially as Hank fixed his glare at his crotch. He had always felt very uncomfortable when he knew Hank was going to strip his clothes off him and spank him, but with Bob here he wanted to appear comfortable about things no matter what. Jeff tried his best to recover some control of thing, as if nothing were bout to happen. "Thanks, Hank. Great to see you again. Hey, how's business going?" Hank said nothing. The room was as quiet as a graveyard. "Ah, yea, you are looking good too, Hank; but I didn't expect to see you again, at least not this soon."
"Nor I you, Jeff, nor I you. But you know why I am here. I hear you've been a bad boy for some time now. Is that right, Jeff?"
_d_a_m_n_ it, Jeff thought to himself. This isn't working, but instead of saying that he tried to play along with Hank and instead he answered "Yes," he said, nodding his head and giving in to the inevitable. "Some things haven't been going so well for me, I guess."
With Hank, at least in Jeff's mind, it had always been best to play along and let Hank think he had the upper hand. Don't anger him, Jeff thought, no with that hairbrush in his hand.
"... and you haven't been meeting the Doctor at all, now have you, Jeff?"
Jeff's face turned scarlet and his body seemed to shiver all over at the humiliating thought of being about to be stripped naked in front of both of them to meet "the doctor" and feel his naked body subjected to the doctor's hands or even worse yet, being taken across the doctor's knees for punishment. Jeff knew very well what it was like to receive a thorough examination at Hank's hands and then to be punished, but he also knew there was nothing he could ever do to avoid it no matter how hard he tried. When he'd lived with Hank he knew full well that once Hank had decided something, he got it. Nothing he ever said ever made any difference or ever changed Hank's mind. He had to play along with Hank to make this as easy on himself as possible.
"No, Sir. You're right, as always. I haven't had an appointment since you left, Hank."
"Well, I'm going to make sure tonight we catch you up with them, Jeff. You've always done best when you've had frequent doctor's appointments. I suppose you remember?"
Jeff slowly nodded his head yes. His eyes were down now. For sure he remembered being stripped and pawed, fondled and paddled during these appointments! He didn't remember why Hank called them that, but he did remember that first night when Hank had introduced them to him and had spanked him with that same hairbrush. He well remembered how he had learned how to cry that night. Hank had issued him an ultimation: accept it or get out! He did not want to lose Hank and whatever it was he had done so long since forgotten had been his fault anyway, he was sure. All he remembered was that whatever it was that had ticked him off, had really made him angry. But he was younger back then and really wanted to be with Hank. And, yes, he stayed. Hank stripped him that night -- he remembered it as if it had been just yesterday -- and spanked him over his knee with that hairbrush right then in their living room. Then Hank took him to bed. Hank had liked it, though he had not been so sure about things. Regardless of what he thought, though, from that evening on Hank often told him to come home for one and would always take his clothes off him himself and spank him. Hank used to spank him a lot when he lived with him. Hank spanked him hard, especially with that hairbrush; but it was far worse when he judged him to have done something he didn't approve of! Punishment had always been swift and certain. There had been no question of that. The cane was bad, but the switch had sometimes been even more. Yes, there were times he remembered when he had wanted to stop Hank from spanking him, but he never was able to. Hank had definitely held control over him until their relationship sadly ended and Hank moved away. In some strange ways he still could not explain to himself, Jeff knew he missed that control and, yes, he knew he missed Hank too, even the spankings.
"Yes, I remember them well," Jeff added.
"Good, Jeff, but now a good long one is long overdue, isn't it, baby?"
"Yes, Sir. I've missed them." Jeff, even though he did not want to admit it, knew that he had. Hank had just called him his "baby." That meant a lot to him. He hadn't heard those words in a long, long time. He knew he missed hearing that and Hank too in some still undefined ways. Hank had always called him that when he was about to spank him. "And I've missed you too, Hank."
"Good. I know you have too, Jeffrey. But first, Bob tells me you threw one of your tantrums this morning and stormed off to work silently. Is that right, Jeffrey? You know that is not acceptable. Don't you?"
"Ah, I hadn't expected any of this tonight or anything, really; but I really didn't mean it. I was just in a bad mood about some stuff I carried home from the office. I shouldn't have done it, you're right. I'm sorry!" Jeff tried to speak as meaningfully and sincerely as he possibly could but he continued to stare at that hairbrush still in Hank's hand. Please, he thought to himself, please don't let him start with a punishment with that. Not with Bob here to watch me get it with that! Please, not with Bob here to see me cry. Please, please. But Jeff could not manage to verbalize such thoughts. Not now. Not tonight. He just stared at that hairbrush menacingly in Hank's hand. He knew what he had done this morning was wrong, but he still did not want to get punished with Hank's hairbrush that could have him bawling like a baby!
"That's completely unacceptable, Jeff. You know that, don't you?" Hank stared him down and raised his hand to grab him. He held him, clenching him by his chin.
"Yes, Sir," he heard his mouth answer in truth. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"And in my house what would happen if you had done that, Jeffrey?" Hank continued to hold Jeff's chin in his hand, forcing Jeff to face him directly.
"Ah, I'd get punished for it, Sir," his eyes were watery, "but I'm so sorry, Hank. Please give me another chance, Sir, please."
Jeff even looked scared now. He had been transformed from a confident office worker to an almost whimpering teenage boy in Hank's hand and in front of Bob is a few brief moments. Bob was staring closely from off to the side. Silently he was hoping for punishment. He wanted to see Jeff's clothes come off and his cute bare bottom paddled for it. He wanted to see his young lover reduced to tears before him for all his arrogance. It was time.
But it was only Hank who spoke, "Now you march your little fanny over to that chair and bend over it for me. Right now! You need punishment for it and that's exactly what you are going to get!"
Jeff tried to stare at the floor and not look at either of them, but his chin was held tightly in Hank's hand while Hank forced him to look directly at him. His eyes seemed to water even more as he had to look at Hank. Hank's words dug deeply inside of him. He knew Hank was right. Punishment for his stupidness this morning was exactly what he needed, but he did not want it . . . especially not in front of Bob!
As soon as Hank's grip released him, Jeff looked quickly around the room and then took the required three or four steps before he bent over the back of the chair Hank had pointed to. He had no other choice. As he bent, the material stretched tightly across the seat of his suit slacks and pulled across his buns like a second skin. The material was stretched so tightly that the outline of his briefs was visible through them. Jeff's legs seemed almost to shake, but he went over the back of that chair, exactly as Hank had told him to do. His ass was now high up in the air of it, waiting for Hank to slap it hard and punish him for his stupidity.
WHAP!
Without warning, and Jeff did not have long to wait, Hank swatted the seat of his pants very hard with that wooden hairbrush. Jeff tensed noticeably, jerked forward, his feet shook, and his head fell forward with his hair flopping over it. It hurt!
"Oouuh, Hank, please," Jeff moaned as he gripped the arms of the chair as tightly as humanly possible both for some security and balance. "That really hurt!"
And it had hurt! The pain from the sting of where that hairbrush had just landed sunk in deeply and throughout his body. Jeff was praying to himself that Hank was not going to take his pants down and punish him like this. Please, Jeff prayed, let me keep them up. Let me have some privacy if I have to be punished like this. Please! But Jeff also knew he had to keep his hopes to himself. Hank had always punished him naked in the past, but this time, he hoped, not with Bob sitting there watching him get punished. Please, not this first time!
Hank, on his part, was uncharacteristically quiet in his own thoughts as he towered over the bent over boy and traced Jeff's buns in his slacks with his free hand almost as if studying his ass for his spanking. He said nothing while remembering all those past, good times when he had spanked Jeff anytime he had ever wanted to. Back then he would never have slapped him like this with his slacks still on. Hank liked the feel of the flesh on Jeff's bare ass when he spanked him. He took joy in watching Jeff's bare cheeks redden and quiver as he spanked his bare ass to his own satisfaction. Hank never went easy on Jeff. Never! Tonight, Bob was watching. Hank would take it slowly. He did not want to scare Bob off from what was coming. He let Jeff's slacks stay up on him . . . for now.
Then rapidly Hank began to slap his hairbrush across Jeff's ass seven or eight times, always hard, never in the same exact place.
"Ouuuh" Jeff let out, but as Hank continued slapping his ass he yelled "Auuuuch, it hurts! Hank, it hurts!" Ignoring him, Hank slapped his bottom several more times, always hard, never lingering.
Hank paid no attention to him as he cracked that hairbrush against Jeff's upturned ass and gave it to him. Even though Jeff's bottom jumped all over the back of that chair trying to avoid Hank's hairbrush, Hank was having none of it and followed him to always hit his target hard and direct. He was simply spanking his boy, punishing him for this morning's behavior.
Jeff screamed.
Jeff's response was the same as it has always been so many other times in the past. He bawled.
It was just a man, spanking a boy.
Bob sat silently, watching his lover punished and quietly assenting in approval.
When finally Hank was finished punishing Jeff and raised the boy up off from over the chair, Jeff's eyes were crying and red, his face was red too, and he seemed fearful of looking at Hank while Hank again held his chin so firmly in his hand and forced him to look at his face anyway. These few punishment slaps just now had reminded him just how hard Hank could spank him and just how much that hairbrush of his still stung!
"It's not to happen again, Jeff. Do you understand that?" he said. His words were clear, firm, and unambiguous. "Your temper days are over."
Jeff tried to quickly control his crying and groaned still through his tears, "Yes, Sir, yes. Sir, I hear you," however softly.
"Now, Jeff, you get your cute fanny into the bathroom and take a quick shower right now. When you've finished, put on a shirt, some loose gym slacks, and your boxers. That's all, absolutely nothing else. Then get yourself out here and into that corner over there next to the window. Understand me, Jeff? And you're not to speak unless I ask for an answer. Have you got all that, Jeffrey?"
"Yes, Sir." Jeff replied honestly. So far he had managed to avoid looking over at Bob.
"OK, now go. Hurry up. We don't want to annoy the doctor by keeping your appointment waiting any longer, now do we?"
Jeff seemed to flush even more at his words, if that was possible. His strikingly handsome face that always showed business pride and confidence was completely drained of any and all color now.
"No, Sir, for sure. No more delaying."
Stealing a glance, Jeff looked over at Bob longingly, as if he held out the faint hoped Bob would intervene and stop all of this from happening, but Bob only looked back at him lovingly but still coldly. Jeff's personal embarrassment at Bob's having watched him punished like that was almost overwhelming. Still, he knew the worst was yet to come. But he hoped and looked at Bob with his red watery eyes before he gave up and quickly dashed away out of the room. Almost immediately water could be heard running in the shower.
Both the men watched Jeff leave and then smiled at each other with personal satisfaction before flipping open another beer from the fridge. Jeff's punishment for this morning had been handled. Now they waited for Jeff to return for his doctor's appointment. It was clear that they had made their point and were now very much going to be in charge. Jeff's life was changing.
Jeff was much quicker in returning than Bob had thought he ever could be. Maybe there was something to this after all? This was the same man who took 45 minute showers each morning? In no time at Jeffrey was sheepishly walking back in the room dressed exactly as Hank had instructed him to. The room was utterly silent now. Jeff walked promptly through the room to the corner Hank had pointed out to him earlier. He didn't look at either of them.
Hank, smiling with very broad satisfaction, was sitting in one of the straight-backed chairs in the dining area as he watched Jeff until he was standing in that corner as he had taught him to do when they were both still living together.
It was only then that he spoke to Bob as if Jeff were not even in the room now.
"Jeff, unfortunately, has far too high of an opinion of himself and of what he has to give the men, and sometimes the women, of the world for you to let him get away with anything. He needs to be spoken to firmly and clearly, especially in the house. If he doesn't obey you immediately, no matter what you have directed him to do, his boxers come down and you spank him immediately. It's what Jeffrey needs and what always worked best for me. In our house Jeff was always spanked across his bare bottom. There is no better way to spank this boy and I'm sure you'll enjoy watching his nice bare bottom squirm and wiggle over your lap as much as I always have. Jeffrey's got a beautiful tight little ass that is yours now for the enjoyment. In some ways it's his best quality, even better than his _c_o_c_k_ and balls for some things. I'll tell you this, you spank his ass well and he'll not only obey you but you'll find his performance in other ways will be exceptional too. That is just the way Jeffrey is. Look at that ass on him over there in the corner just waiting for your to bare it nice and naked and all and spank it. It's what he needs."
Jeff shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other as he heard Hank talking about him. He was more than embarrassed as the men both stared at him in the corner standing there, waiting for his doctor's appointment. The fact that they were talking like that about his ass and spanking him horrified him, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it but stand there and wait for what he knew was coming.
"I always start off Jeffrey's doctor's appointments with a solid over-the-knee spanking, Bob. The idea is to get his bottom nice and hot and ready for the rest of it. A boy his age needs it that way. Spanking this boy should never be hurried, as you will see. Just take your time. I'm going to show you how I've always spanked Jeffrey, taking my time with him, how to start off fairly gently and build it up. Just to give him a taste of what's going to happen tonight, I'm going to vary things and whack him a few times with the strap so I can show you how that's done too," Hank said as he picked up the strap and moved towards Jeff standing in the corner.
"Put your hands on the wall and stick your nice bottom out for me, Jeffrey. It's time I'm going to take down your gym pants and give you the strap across your boxers first. We'll handle your spanking later rather than starting with it as I always have done. Let's go, Jeff, spread those legs and bring them back further toward me like this. Bottom up nice and high for me." Hank forced Jeff's legs back and into the position he wanted him in with his bottom protruding nicely as a target for strapping him.
Jeff obeyed. He said nothing. He could do nothing but obey now.
Hank was feeling him up and enjoying this. "That's a good boy, Jeff." He commented. "My, don't you have the nice _s_e_x_y bottom for me to strap tonight." He laughed and looked over at Bob who was smiling too. "This is gonna get lots of attention from now on."
"Watch how I take them down and do this, Bob." Hank reached around under Jeff's waist and loosened the draw strings on his gray sweat pants. Jeff's body tightened and his breath gasped as he forced his hands harder against the wall to brace himself for what was finally coming. Bob just took his time as he proceeded to slip Jeff's sweat pants down to around his knees now. Then he reached around Jeff's waist and grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ inside his boxers. "My, my, aren't we a bad boy tonight? You are so overdue for your doctor's appointment tonight, now aren't you?"
Jeff said nothing.
"Come up here, Bob, come feel our little boy's _c_o_c_k_ tonight. It's so firm so early. It gets that way when you've been neglecting his appointments, but we'll take care of that."
Bob joined Hank while both men were fondling Jeff's _c_o_c_k_ now tented in his boxers. Jeff's eyes were squinting; he had them shut so tightly!
"Our little boy's missed his doctor's appointments, now hasn't he?"
"Seems he has," Bob said smiling and wondering why he hadn't done this months ago?
"So firm tonight, isn't he," Hank continued. "Waiting for a good long spanking he needs, now isn't' he."
Hank had reached inside Jeff's boxers and opened the material to allow it to come out openly. Jeff was beyond embarrassed and humiliated but he kept his hands firmly on the wall as Hank had told him too while they both fondled his exposed _c_o_c_k_ and commented on it.
"Beautiful! Just look at how eager he is."
Both men stroked him. Jeff's eyes remained closed. His body was very tense now.
"Now when you strap him, you strap all of his bottom, not just the middle. You've still got a very cute bottom, Jeff; and I'll just change its colour for you tonight. That's it, stick it out a bit further. Come on, baby. This is what you need tonight."
Without warning as soon as he was ready, Hank raised the strap and delivered the first whack. After three more he gathered Jeff's boxers and pulled them up tightly between his buns.
"Shows his cheeks nicely this way? And it stings a lot more too, believe me!" Hank said emphasizing each word with an additional stroke of the strap. "Good." Jeff's buns were striped in red where that strap had landed across them. "There, that should get his attention. You're ready to go over my knee now, aren't you Jeffrey?"
"Yes."
"Yes what, baby?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Hank."
"Now that's better. Take him by the earlobe, forefinger and thumb, like this, and lead him over to the chair to put him over your knee. He'll follow, won't you Jeffrey?"
"Yes, Sir."
Hank got hold of him and slowly marched him Jeffrey bending across the room. With his left hand, he guided Jeff right across his lap and said to Bob, "Now, position his bottom so it's right under your hand. Then, when you've got it right were you want it, tell him to lift his hips so you can slide down his boxers, if he's wearing any. Bare him. You can take them down anytime it pleases you, of course, but I prefer stripping Jeff of his boxers just before I spank him over my lap. In our house I enjoyed the ritual of stripping Jeff myself, and I think he does too, of having them taken down to be spanked. Don't you Jeff?"
"Yes, Hank." Jeffrey was particularly keeping his replies to the minimum now. For sure he didn't want to antagonize Hank now! Anyway, there was nothing he could do about it now!
Hank moved Jeff around a little until he was happy he was positioned properly and said, "Now, hips up." As Jeff lifted his hips up off his lap, Hank slid his boxers all the way down to his knees. Jeff clearly didn't seem happy about losing his boxers while both Hank and Bob looked over his bare ass, but he didn't have any choice. Jeff's buns were firm and tight. Clearly he was athletic, but they were also both crystal white except where Hank's strap had marred them strikingly and only slightly rosy from where the hairbrush has spanked him while he had his clothes on earlier.
Hank's hand rested on his naked buns insuring Jeff couldn't help but squirm a bit from the discomfort of it all and humiliation of it all! He hated this. He just hated it! Waiting like this, bare, knowing it was coming, just waiting across Hank's knee, knowing any time . . . that was always the absolute worst. And Hank's hand feeling him up didn't help matters either!
"I always took Jeffrey's boxers down to his knees. Don't ask me why. I just like him like this. And this shirt should always be pushed right up his back, like this. Jeffrey needs to be completely bare from his knee hollows right up to his shoulder blades and ready just like this to be spanked." Hank stroked Jeff's bare bottom from top to bottom, then he raised his right hand and delivered the first fairly gentle smack across both of Jeffrey's bare buns.
Jeff jumped anyway.
"Look how nice his bare little fanny is, now isn't it? The strapping I gave him was not really very hard, as you'll see later, just enough to add a little glow and a few stripes, and now I'll slowly build this up, so you'll get the idea. Actually, if you are spanking Jeff regularly, as you certainly should be, you'll find his bare bottom will not be so white to start with nor show the stripes quite so clearly as tonight. You can tend to him as you want to, but I always felt Jeff did much better after his appointments and, anyway, I enjoyed giving them to him so much that I decided to keep his bare bottom rosy and made it a point to spank him often and sometimes even daily. Jeff's dependable when he knows they are scheduled regularly, and for those days when he doesn't behave anyway, you just bring in another doctor. Jeffrey especially does not like to meet Dr. Switch or Dr. Cane for sure, but then again, no boy Jeffrey's age ever does even though he needs to meet them sometimes anyway."
Jeff seemed to be trying and straining his very best not to move over Hank's lap as Hank patted his bare buns and spoke about them and Jeff to Bob. Hank's hand landed on his ass, but the worst part was the way they were talking about him while he hung there naked getting spanked with both of them watching like some small boy!
"You enjoying this, Bob?"
"Yes," Bob said, who was looking a little glassy-eyed as he watched the discipline take place on Jeff's bare bottom. Bob was also discovering how much it was turning him on. No question about it now. Bob had already made up his own mind that from now on Jeff was going to be very well disciplined and he was going to have Jeffrey's nice, tight bare bottom over his own knees for a great deal of both pleasure and discipline as soon as possible. Why had he never noticed what Jeff needed? Here he was almost stripped naked, completely submissive and obedient to another man no matter how he treated him or where he touch his naked body personally. Jeff had never been like that before with him! He wanted his own hand on Jeff's _c_o_c_k_ and exploring his bare bottom. Hank had been touching him everywhere, but, at least so far, he had not inserted his finger up Jeff's buns. Bob knew he would take care of that himself! After all, he had always wanted to but had been afraid of Jeff's reaction. Jeff was, after all, stronger than he was and had never shown Bob any inclination of needing to be handled before. Now, Bob's own hand and the hairbrush would be the equalizer and he would force him to take his finger as well as a thin fine _d_i_l_d_o_ he had had his eyes on in a local adult shop for months. Jeff's buns and bare bottom were attractive for sure. Finally Bob made up his own mind that he would claim him after this, for sure!
"Yea," Hank continued, "no question. Jeff does have a nice bare bottom. I've always through it a shame others can't see it, but maybe we can put out heads together and think of some way." Now it was Bob's turn to laugh. "And, after all, Jeffie responds so well during a doctor's appointment when it's time for him to show it to us that others should get to see it too. Too bad it's time we have to spank it for him for his own good, not to speak of our own enjoyment." Hank had his hand all over Jeff's buns and was spanking and openly fondling him much to Jeff's obvious discomfort but all at the same time. "This is the part Jeff really doesn't like, do you Jeffrey?"
"No, Sir," The tone in Jeff's voice showed his concern. He hadn't liked what he had been hearing from Hank for sure and he didn't like Hank's playing with his buns with Bob sitting there watching it all!
"Jeffie knows he needs this spanking and he knows he's soon going to feel the pain of it and find himself even crying a bit, don't you, Jeffrey?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Yet, he doesn't like it and doesn't want it either. Am I right Jeffrey?"
"Yes, Sir. Please, Hank, don't give it to me hard tonight. Give me just one break for old time's sake? Light's OK like you are now. Come on. I didn't have any warning on this but I promise, I really promise, I'll be better for Bob. You've made your point, Hank!"
But Hank was completely ignoring Jeff's promises as Jeff hung bare over his knees while he played with his bottom, half ticking inside his buns, spanked him gently, and talked with Bob.
"How sweet!" Hank spoke to Bob. "But it's not a matter of what Jeffrey wants at this point at all. It is only a matter that we have decided to spank him for his appointment tonight and, at least in our house when I cared for Jeff, when I decided his ass needed a spanking, he knew he was always going to get a spanking no matter what. It is only a matter of degrees. Depending on what he has done and how well he takes his spanking, we will see what other doctors Jeff needs to visit tonight."
Jeff's legs were still stretched out as far behind him as he could possibly stretch them. His buns were clenched firmly to avoid Hank's fingers as much as possible. His arms too were stiff and ridged and his head hung limply toward the floor with his hair shielding his tightly closed eyes while he hung over Hanks lap there. Jeff was biting his lips. He knew what a spanking from Hank could feel like and, for sure, he didn't look forward to one now! Any erotic attraction was long since over. The moment of truth was almost upon him. He was going to be spanked. This light stuff was not going to continue for long.
And Hank, of course, knew that too.
Hank began spanking Jeff in earnest now.
"OK, watch. We slowly spank his nice bare bottom all over, and the tops of his thighs which are always the most sensitive, until he is all pink, and then we go round and do it again. Slap him hard enough to insure he feel it. Watch his skin and his bottom respond. Never feel sorry for Jeffie. He brought this on himself. Just spank him and spank him good and hard. I usually take about twenty minutes or more to give him a good warm-up. Sometimes I take a lot longer if it's a cold day and then he's ready for the main spanking."
Hank just continued smacking each bun increasingly sharper and harder as he alternated between them and Jeff's thighs, until eventually he was using a lot of force and Jeff was wriggling and squirming uncomfortably while Hank spanked him. His buns were noticeably redder now, as were his thighs. Jeff had not been spanked in a long while. He knew he felt it much more because of that lapse of Hank.
Jeff got very close to tears but tonight Hank was spanking him slowly enough that he wasn't crying.
Finally he heard the words he was hoping for! He just wanted to get this over with!
"I think you're ready now, Jeff. Now get up and go and get my hairbrush over there on the table. It's time you met that Doctor."
Jeff stood slowly. His bare bottom hurt! He stole a quick glance at Bob who seemed to be pleased with all of this. Jeff's face was red and already streaked from a few tears though nothing major. More was clearly coming! His eyes were bloodshot. He seemed sad yet resigned to this as he stood and momentarily looked at Bob longingly.
"It won't be long," Bob thought to himself, "It won't be long at all, my boy, until it will be me spanking you." Bob couldn't help but smile at Jeff in his present state of condition, but he also noticed Jeff's _c_o_c_k_ was not completely flaccid either.
Bob was fascinated at the way Jeff did exactly what he was told to do but he also enjoyed watching the boy's partial erection bobbing up and down as he walked across the room to get that hairbrush which was going to bring him more pain to him as soon as he crawled back over Hank's knees. Jeff knew both men were watching his ass as he walked over to get it, but he did it anyway. He had no choice. He picked up the hairbrush in his hand and looked at it almost longingly, then he turned to return with it to Hank. He handed the hairbrush to Hank and began to bend over.
"My, my, I see you're enjoying this a little too much, aren't you Jeff? You bad boy. What? Do I see the beginnings of an erection?"
Jeff didn't answer, though he immediately turned absolutely scarlet and dropped his eyes to the floor in embarrassment and humiliation, but he knew better to linger. Quickly Jeff looked down.
"Good. Now get back over and into position. I'm really going to give you a good dose of this that you'll going to remember for a long time to come." Hank positioned him again to get spanked with the hairbrush now. He knew how that hairbrush in his hand could force Jeff to squirm frantically over his lap and bring Jeff to tears quickly. That was why this particular hairbrush was Hank's favorite for spanking Jeff. Jeff's round, red bare bottom needed to feel it now. He needed to cry, good, loud tears. Both Hank and Jeff knew this hairbrush would insure Jeff did exactly that and very quickly.
Hank raised his hand to deliver the first slap with it. He brought the brush down sharply and Jeff predictably yelled out loudly.
"He'll ask you -- probably plead with you -- to stop, Bob, but don't, it's all part of the ritual. If he says anything ignore it. Isn't that right, Jeff?"
Hank spanked him rhythmically with that hairbrush over his knees.
"Yes, Hank. Ouch! But, please, Hank. Not too hard, please! Not tonight. Ouuuuh, it's been so long.... I've forgotten how.... oh dear god, please just go gentle please!! OUCH!!!!"
Hank looked at Bob after he had given Jeff a taste of a few. "As I said earlier, ignore him. You and you alone decide how much to spank him no matter what he says or wants and no matter how much he yells and hollers. That's just part of Jeffie's getting his spanking and meeting this doctor.
Hank then began spanking Jeff quickly and completely ignored Jeff requests and pleas. He proceeded to spank his bottom long and hard with that hairbrush while Jeff pleaded, increasingly louder, and carried on ultimately with moving his legs from a kicking style to the way that a breast-stroke swimmer would kick as he moved through the water. His buns were clenched tight, but he simply could not anticipate when Hank would slap him next with that hairbrush or were!
He was crying. "Hank! It hurts! IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!!! PLEEEEEEESE."
But as Hank just continued, but said almost in rhythm with his spanking of the boy, "Jeff, my dear Jeff, you've been needing this for such a very long time, my baby. How dare you behave the way you have been towards Bob! When I've finished with this hairbrush and before I cane you, you will go and apologize to him and tell him that from now on, when you screw up, you'll be very grateful if he would treat you the same way as I always have, and, if he needs any help, you'd be very grateful if I would come over and do it as well. Do you understand me, Jeff?"
"Yes, Hank. Thank you I do. OUUUUCH! Oh, Hank! But, please stop. Ouuuuuuuuu . . . Please stop. Ouch! Ow! Not too much!! I've learned. I've learned. I'M SO SORRY!"
Jeff was sobbing, pleading, but increasingly just sobbing as he collapsed over Hank's lap and accepted the inevitable. He took his spanking there in front of his lover.
Hank covered the poor boy's bottom and thighs with slaps from that hairbrush. Parts of his buns were still white as evidence that Hank was doing it very well and only spanking Jeff where he needed to be spanked. Jeff's spanking went on and on, but then the spanking finally stopped. Jeff was consumed in tears.
"Now, get up and do as I told you and don't touch your bottom."
Jeff approached Bob with his head down and it wasn't until he raised it to talk to him that Bob noticed that Jeff still had tears freely streaming down his cheeks now.
"Yes Jeff?" Bob asked in a sympathetic attempt to get Jeff started.
"I'm very sorry I've behaved the way I have. More sorry than you could ever know believe me, and please, Bob, would you spank me too like Hank has whenever I do something like that again in future. I love you, Bob, and, please, also, if you feel you want to, know that it's fine with me if Hank comes and does it too."
Bob patted the top of his head, "Of course, Jeff, of course apology accepted, and yes, you can count on it that I'll be do exactly as you ask. I'll be spanking you frequently from now on. Doctor's appointments will be scheduled for you and I know they will be beneficial for you and help you grow. Regardless though, I will be spanking you regularly from now on regardless of what you like. You can count on it!"
Jeff dropped his head on Bob's chest and seemed to be crying.
"Good! That's it!" Hank again took charge, "Now, Come back here in a hurry! That's a good boy, Jeffrey."
As he turned, Bob noticed how Jeff's bottom had changed from white to scarlet but also that Jeff's erection had completely disappeared during that hairbrush spanking.
"Right, now Jeff, we'll get on with the next part. Tonight you are going to meet Dr. Cane."
Jeff's shoulders drooped, "Please, Hank. I've learned. It's been such a long while. Please, Hank, please! Please don't do this, please! Can't we handle this some other way? Pleeeeeese." For the first time this evening Jeff seemed genuinely afraid. He was almost shaking as he pleaded with Hank.
"Enough of talk like that, Jeffrey!" Hank spoke bluntly and sternly now. "You know you've been a very bad boy for months now for Bob, and anyway, your buns look good with a few stripes across them to remind you to watch your manners. There is no question that you are scheduled for an appointment with Dr. Cane. I will cane you."
Jeff slumped his shoulders and appeared to be sobbing. At this point he seemed so genuinely sad and concerned, but Hank was not budging and Bob was only watching. No one was about to save him from it. He knew that now.
"While I get the cane you can go and move that chair into the middle of the room and bend over it with your hands on the seat. You know how the doctor likes you. Grab hold of the sides of the chair so you don't move. Get your bare bottom up high for me right now! I'm giving you four strokes now, seeing it's been a long time since you've had it, although I know you need a lot more."
Jeff seemed to tremble. He just stared at Hank then looked down to the floor.
But Hank ignored him and spoke to Bob. "You'll notice when I do this," he said, talking to Bob, "that I don't swing the cane right back over my shoulder, because that's too severe. Just take it to shoulder level and bring it down sharply and swiftly and flip your wrist so you sting his bottom sharply. It takes some practice, I know. I'd suggest you practice on something like one of those pillows over there, before you use a cane on Jeffrey, and always aim at the lowest part of his bottom, the most fleshy cushioned part. You have got to do it right. Jeff loves a good caning, don't you Jeff?"
"Yes" was the sobbed reply that came through barely audible. He didn't, but what else could he say?
"Yes what? You've just earned another one for forgetting."
"Yes, thank you, Hank."
"Notice too that tonight I gave him his spanking over my knee. Sometimes he'll need a lot more than that and it gets uncomfortable in an over-the-knee position. If that happens you can put another chair beside you for him to lean his upper body on or you can lie him on the bed and sit opposite him and do it to him that way, or even shove a couple of pillows under his waist to force his buns up nice and high while you spank him. But, because it's been so long since he's been spanked, I've actually cut it short tonight."
"Short? It looked pretty thorough to me Hank," Bob remarked.
"Yes, it was thorough. Always must be. You are disciplining him, not playing games with him, but you're getting the idea, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Now, over there! He's ready now."
Jeff was indeed bent over the chair back and holding on to the arms to steady himself. He seemed to be still crying softly though his head was down with his hair preventing his face from being visible. His bare ass was up high and waiting patiently, if nervously.
"Watch this."
Hank raised the cane back to shoulder height and delivered the first stroke. The immediate stripe across Jeff's bare buns showed exactly were that stoke landed.
"EEEEEOOOOOOHHH!!" Jeff cried out as he danced up and down with his legs but held firmly onto the seat. Tears were flowing freely already.
And so it was for the second and third strokes of the cane across Jeffrey's bare bottom.
At the fourth stroke he burst into very loud tears and began yelling a lot, but, still, Jeff he stayed in position.
When it was finished Jeff was sobbing freely, so much so that Bob almost found himself feeling sorry for him. Almost, just almost.
"Get up now and come here," Hank instructed the sobbing boy.
Jeff actually did a war dance as he moved to Hank and hugged him tightly letting his tears flow freely on his shoulder. Hank hugged him back and rubbed his striped buns as well. Jeff cried, but he held on to Hank so tightly it looked like he would cry forever. Finally, Hank lifted the boy's crying face up off his shoulder and kissed him.
"You're fine, Baby," Hank said and continued hugging Jeff.
"Well that's it, Bob. Did it help? Give you some ideas?"
"Yes, no question. It was also an enormous turn-on, I admit it to you."
"Well, let me suggest you go take Jeff here by the ear and drag him into your bedroom and do something about that. Perhaps he'll know what to do. OK? Actually, I'm sure he does and I'll guarantee he'll be very cooperative tonight."
"Yes," Bob said smiling, almost half laughing, "great idea, if you don't mind."
Jeff sensed what was coming and thus so it was that Jeff looked up at Hank who had just caned him hard and they hugged again as Hank patted and stroked Jeff's very hot, scarlet, and beautifully striped, bare bottom.
"Thank you, Hank" Jeff said softly. "I mean it. Thank you very much. You've give me so much. I'll be good for Bob, I promise you." He hugged him tightly as Hank felt him as freely as he wished.
"Ready?" Bob said as ultimately he stepped in to take charge and took Jeff's hand.
"Yes, thank you both."
Without waiting further, Bob lead him off into the bedroom and shut the door. Jeff was, from now on, going to be a very well disciplined young man.
As for Hank, well, he made himself a refresher drink and relaxed with tremendous satisfaction and pride.
When Bob and Jeff finally returned, they both looked contented, satisfied and very happy and had their arms around each other as they both profusely thanked Hank.
"Let's get some dinner sent in," Bob said, "we've still got the rest of the evening."
"Great idea. Who's for another beer, or maybe a _c_o_c_k_tail?" Hank said.
"Why not? Why don't you make one for all of us, Jeff?" Bob said. Then he turned to Bob, "Do you think you can handle it from now on, Bob?"
"Yes, although perhaps another lesson or two would be a good idea as time permits, if that's alright with you? I'd love to see more." Bob said "Jeff's performance was the best it's been in years. I think he's going to be just fine from now on. But I want it to be perfectly clear between all of us, are you listening, Jeff? I want you to feel free to discipline Jeff anytime you notice he needs it whether I'm here or not. I see only advantages in this boy be accountable to both of us, so that's the way I want it to be."
"Fine with me," Hank responded.
"And you, Jeff, what do you think?"
"OK with me," he said with a huge smile, "though I know I don't have anything to say about it."
"You got that right!" Hank and Bob both raised their glasses in a toast. "Here's to a much better future for Jeff!" The men burst out laughing and clapping each other on their shoulders. Jeff grimaced and somehow looked slightly pale again.
Bob was already looking forward to spanking Jeff after Hank departed. He knew for sure then that he had decided he wanted to feel Jeff naked and bare across him own knees and for Jeffrey to experience him own particular flavor of discipline and pleasure.
Hank smiled at Jeff. While he hadn't expected it, he especially liked the idea of having been invited to set him own doctor's appointment for this young stud whose bare body he still found attractive. He would find time to whip Jeff, especially while Bob was traveling for his own work. While he and Jeff could never be as they once were again, he was still attracted enough to his fine young body to know he was looking forward to finding reasons to set his own doctor's appointments for him. Actually, he was heavily involved in another relationship at this point, an equally fine young man that to this point he had only found an excuse to spank him several times so far. It would only be a matter of time though until he too would have doctor's appointments. Bob, he was sure, would by then have grown into an equally fine person to discipline him too. He smiled to himself just thinking about it. His own friend worked late tonight, but he would be over at Hank's place much later. Hank would be waiting.
Jeff looked at both smiling men. Somehow, though, he wasn't especially smiling. Not now. Not tonight. He sensed he was now subject to far more from both of these men than he had bargained for. Secretly he made a vow to really improve his behavior for sure around both of them! But could he really do it? Jeff watched both men carefully but it was Bob he seemed to focus on. Bob had never been as directing and demanding as he had just been when he dragged him off by the ear into the bedroom after Hank had finished caning him. This time he knew what he wanted and he didn't mince works in telling him, adding that he, too, expected obedience from him from now on though if he had any doubts about that he would be happy to retrieve Hank's hairbrush from the outside room and paddle him himself right then. Bob had been blunt about extracting a promise of obedience from him before he took him into bed. Their _s_e_x_ had been good, very good, but he had his hand on his already spanked ass directing him far more than he had ever experienced from him in the past. Bob's hand forced him when he was ready, though he was more than anxious to obey, but this time Bob had also frequently slapped his already very hot and sore ass to force him to harder and deeper. He had felt his finger suddenly thrusting itself into him as he had never done before. Immediately, they had both burst with a power neither had experienced before, but this time Bob had seen to it that he lingered while him hands held his buns tightly forcing him. Their passion had be genuine, their emotions showed love for sure, but as they had parted Bob had reached up and taken him by his _c_o_c_k_, fondling it half awake again. He had forced him to turn around while he inspected his buns. Bob had suddenly changed and clearly preferred his new role.
"But you are younger," Bob spoke the words that had always been a barrier for him before, "still tonight I loved watching this beautiful ass of yours get spanked and I now understand it is my responsibility and duty to spank you too. I will be setting doctor's appointments for you, Jeff. Tomorrow we will go together to find a good wooden hairbrush and some canes and I intend to use them on you anytime I wish to."
Bob had looked at him tenderly in a way that always made him melt inside.
"Do you accept that, Jeff?" He had seemed serious for the first time in their relationship and he wanted him so badly, that he just naturally responded, "of course, Bob; it has got to be your duty to set those appointments." And he had meant it. He had hugged him tenderly, kissed him with a passion he hadn't felt before, and then looked straight at him. "For sure I will set those appointments anytime you need one, but I am also looking forward to spanking you myself anytime. Not now though, let's get dressed and be a good host for Hank."
What box had been opened? What had he gotten himself into, Jeff couldn't help wondering?
He looked over at Bob. He was deep in though, smiling too. He would take off work tomorrow and buy some things. No question he needed to find a good wooden hairbrush and a razor strap too. He had seen one is a second hand store recently. He would get it for Jeff's ass and introduce it to him tomorrow evening. He also planned on working up him never and purchasing one other thing he had always thought about but never had enough never to really consider buying: a long, thin _d_i_l_d_o_. Jeff would be introduced to it very soon as he would slowly insert it right up him for obedience. Jeff would learn real obedience at his hands from now on for sure.