I've been spanking, paddling & caning young adult males for the last twenty years or so. All of the guys that I've spanked have submitted willingly, in fact many of them have sought me out either by answering adverts in print or on the web or by being recommended, others I have met in pubs or clubs. None of these spankings/beatings have been punishment, rather they have been part of _s_e_x_ual interplay between two adults. Sure there has been role play involved from time to time as well as dressing up in school uniforms or gym kit. I've also indulged my desires in domination, S&M and bondage but one factor always remained the same whether there was role play involved or not and that is the willingness of all participants to explore these fascinating avenues of male to male _s_e_x_uality.
Just over twelve months ago I actually punished a young man, he certainly didn't submit willingly in fact he put up quite a bit of resistance, more of that later, first you'll need a bit of background so that this all makes sense.
I'm forty two, still pretty fit although my waistline is no longer the thirty two inches it was when I was twenty, but I'm a big bloke, about 6'2" and broad so I can carry a bit of a beer gut. I've got cropped hair, beard and the rest of me is hairy too.
I was adopted as a small boy but my adopted family virtually disowned me when at the age of twenty five I was kicked out of the army. My _c_o_c_k_ pretty much ruled my head at that age and I got caught shagging the arse off an eighteen old civilian lad. I got a Court Martial, six months in a military prison and a dishonourable discharge, let me tell those of you with military prison fantasies that there's no _s_e_x_, brutality yes but no steamy prisoner and guard orgies, not even the privacy to have a satisfying wank.
I left England and bummed around Europe for a few years before ending up in Australia, I'm now running a very successful little business and enjoying a life of _s_e_x_ual adventure or at least I was until twelve months ago.
As I said my adopted family had all but cut of contact, I got the occasional letter usually when someone died or got married, over the years I got letters when my adoptive Mother then Father died and another when my adoptive Brother and his wife were killed in a road accident. I neither expected nor received any inheritance, I had created a life I loved and needed no help from anyone.
My brother and his wife had an adopted son, I had never met the boy, didn't even know his name so it came as quite a shock when I got a letter from my brother's mother in law asking for help raising the boy. Apparently he was a bit of a handful and more than she could deal with. I sensed from the tone of the letter that she was looking for someone to take him off her hands. I would have none of that but I did feel a twinge of conscience. Being reasonably wealthy I bought myself out of the situation by sending her a cheque to cover the fees at a decent private school for the rest of his education. I received a letter of thanks and heard no more.
Out of the blue a little over twelve months ago I received a letter from the Headmaster at the boy's school, amongst other things I discovered that the boy's name is Michael and that his behaviour was less than that expected by the school, the letter told me that Michael was dangerously close to being expelled. Although I read the letter several times I stuck to the opinion that the boy was not my responsibility and did nothing more.
Then I got a phone call from a solicitor, one Damian Trip, it seemed that Mr Trip was to represent Michael in court on charges relating to an incident in the nearby village, he had been expelled from school and would likely end up in a detention center because his grandmother would no longer look after him. I pressed for further details but Trip was unwilling to communicate these over the phone.
I was undeniably between a rock and a hard place I considered my options for a few hours then made the decision to fly to England and try to sort something out if only to prevent further interruptions to my life.
I notified Trip of my decision, left him to organize accommodation and arranged my flight.
I arrived on the day of the hearing literally minutes before it started, I had to sit at the back of the court all I could see of the boy in the dock was his back, he was tallish with dark unkempt hair, he wore those terrible baggy clothes that all youngsters seem to wear today.
Mr Trip managed to secure a twenty four hour adjournment on the basis that Michael was to be released into my care and was to return to the court the following day.
I had to go down to the cells to sign for the boy, I must admit I was extremely nervous.
I signed the appropriate paperwork and the old Sergeant led Michael from the holding cell, I offered my hand and introduced myself, the hand was ignored, Michael looked up and glared at me his face mostly hidden by his hair which fell in a great mop over his forehead. I could see enough to tell that he was quite a handsome boy.
Trip led us to his car, ten minutes later he dropped us at an apartment he had rented for me, I promised to call him later when I had talked to Michael.
Trip had thoughtfully organised a decent bar in the apartment, I poured myself a large scotch, took off my jacket, loosened my tie and sat down. Michael remained standing or rather slouching his hands stuffed into the pockets of his baggy jeans.
"Well," I began "I guess we'd better have a chat and try to sort this mess out."
Michael shuffled from foot to foot his face fixed with a petulant scowl.
"How old are you Michael?" I smiled, trying to relax the boy.
"Eighteen next month, not that it's got anything to do with you. Why don't you just _f_u_c_k_ off and leave me to get on with it?" Michael's scowl was quite malevolent.
My temper was rising.
"Listen boy, I've just traveled over twelve thousand miles to try and get you out of the _s_h_i_t_ and I don't even know what sort of _s_h_i_t_ it is or how deep, you'd better start cooperating or maybe I will _f_u_c_k_ off and leave you to it."
"Yeah well why don't you. You're the cunt that got me sent to that _f_u_c_k_ing school in the first place, none of this would have happened if it hadn't been for you."
My temper soared.
"Now just a minute boy, you need to control that attitude, it seems like that school failed in the discipline department, just sit down and tell me what this is all about."
I heard a whispered "_f_u_c_k_ off wanker" by way of a reply.
I stood up and grabbed the boy by the shirt front, he tried to get his hand clear of his pockets but failed, I stepped back pulling the boy with me, as I sat down I pulled him face down over my lap. Michael managed to get his hands clear of his pockets, after a short struggle I got both his arms behind his back pinning his wrists with my left hand. I raised my right hand and let it fall hard onto the seat of those awful baggy trousers. I spanked hard and fast, Michael was very vocal, a barrage of foul language all directed at me. When he called me a "bastard" I really lost it, I hauled those baggy pants off his arse taking his gaudy boxer shorts with them, I hoisted him higher up on my lap and laid into his bare arse with my hand.
The tirade of bad language continued, I pushed Michael's pants down to his knees and aimed some good hard spanks at the backs of his thighs. He continued to swear so I redirected my aim to his inner thighs and the hairy crack of his young butt. The swearing diminished, replaced by grunts, groans and hard breathing, the kicking and struggling ceased, to be replaced a humping motion in time to the spanks. My _c_o_c_k_ stirred and began to thicken.
I spanked firmly now, taking care to redden every parts of Michael's backside and thighs down to his knees. He had kicked off one of his sneakers, his jeans and boxer shorts bunched at the bottom of one leg, he had spread his legs giving me better access to his hairy crack even managing to land some slaps directly on his tight brown bud.
My _c_o_c_k_ was now fully hard in my pants and I was sure I could feel Michael's hard _c_o_c_k_ humping my thigh. I continued to spank, Michael's breath came faster and faster, his humping more urgent, I aimed the spanks exclusively at his hole, he let out a long low groan, his body convulsed on my lap, he fell limp and began to sob, I continued to spank gently for a few moments and then stopped with my hand resting on his arse, I'd broken him.
I helped the boy stand after a few minutes, he continued to sob, snot & tears ran down his face, his hands went to his beaten arse & then went hurriedly to cover his softening _c_o_c_k_ but not before I'd noticed the fine white string dripping from his piss slit, a glance at my trousers revealed further evidence of his recent orgasm.
We had an embarrassed silence for a few moments before I told him to go to the bathroom and clean up, I mopped up as best as possible in the small kitchen, I also took the opportunity to rearrange my dick in my pants.
I sat down again and retrieved my drink. Michael returned from the bathroom dressed again but still clearly embarrassed over the events.
I offered Michael a seat but he elected to remain standing, it seemed appropriate.
"I hope we can continue in a more civilised fashion." I began.
Michael's scowl returned.
"Careful lad". I warned.
"Now tell me what this is all about."
"Well I suppose you'll find out sooner or later so I might as well tell you." He paused.
"Go on then."
"I'm gay." Another pause.
"Yes and." I couldn't suppress a smile.
"I'm gay," He repeated, "And I got caught sucking off an old bloke in the toilets down the village."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so _f_u_c_k_ing funny?"
I curbed my laughter.
"Watch it lad, we don't want to go down that path again. Do we?"
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry too, it just struck me as funny, let me tell you a little story young man."
I told Michael the story of my life, much abridged but with all the important bits.
"So there you go," I rounded off my tale, "I got kicked out of the army for being gay and you got kicked out of school for the same reason, this could get to become a family tradition".
We talked until mid afternoon and finally settled on a plan of action, I called the solicitor, then we made a quick trip to Michael's Grandmother to collect the boy's clothes & a dash to the barbers to smarten the boy up a bit.
In the magistrates' court the following morning Michael portrayed an entirely different impression, his hair was short & neat, gone was the fop of hair that fell over his eyes, his baggy clothing replaced by a well fitting school uniform of long grey trousers, white shirt with tie & a smart blazer. Michael had objected to the school uniform until I pointed out that if the magistrate accepted our submission he had another year at least in school uniform.
As it turned out the magistrate did accept our submission, Michael became my ward, he would travel with me when I returned to Australia & continue his schooling, no conviction would be recorded.
We celebrated with an extravagant lunch at a nearby hotel in the course of which I consumed rather too much red wine & several large brandies, I had allowed Michael only one glass of wine. During the meal we talked about Australia only in a general manner, I refused to talk about specific plans, after all I hadn't had time to make them yet.
Back at the apartment I elected to sleep off the booze before phoning the airline to make travel arrangements for Michael. Michael would visit his Grandmother to explain the outcome of the court case & start packing those things that he wanted to take with him.
I had slept off the booze & showered by the time he returned carrying his life in a large backpack and an enormous suitcase. He still wore his uniform, I had forsaken the court clothing in favour of Levis & t-shirt, I suggested that he find something a bit more comfortable.
I busied myself on the phone to the airline trying to organize a flight, I had no desire to spend any longer than necessary in England. I was still on the phone when Micheal reappeared once again sporting the baggy clothing that is synonymous with modern youth. I finished on the phone having managed only to organize a flight two days hence and then only with separated seats. I'd secured a business class seat for myself but Michael would have to travel down the back in economy.
I explained the flight details to Michael, he wasn't in the least perturbed at the prospect of an economy class seat, it was after all to be his first international flight & the excitement was sufficient to quell any disappointment.
"What's for dinner?" Michael asked.
"Well," I began "I had thought that we might go out for a meal but I don't much fancy taking you anywhere dressed like that, haven't you got any decent casual clothes?"
The boy's face dropped & that petulant, pouting look returned.
"There's nothing wrong with this gear, it's what I always wear."
"Not any more young man!"