note: Many have written, thank you, I appreciate it and will continue to reply. Others out there who might not have written, I would sure like to hear from you and know if you would like me to continue telling this true story of Julian and the other non-fiction ones when I know them. Sometimes it is unclear what some of you are interested in reading. Thanks! Cal
- - -- - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ultimately we had both finally tired and gone up to the outdoor cold water shower around the back of my place. Julian started to strip down his floppy trunks to shower off. One look from me and he smiled and instead only loosened them and did his soap thing with them still loosely on as I had.
"Oh, Man," he muttered to himself, but he said nothing further.
With some men I know, that would have brought him some unwanted attention in the shed right there, but I decided to let it pass this time. He was, after all, just learning.
After showering, he bounded up the back porch stairs with a towel twined around his wet suit and, once inside, up into the loft where he changed into his white jockey briefs before appearing out on the back porch where I was still sitting. Julian spread out a nearby towel and started to work on his already nice tan.
"OK, Boss?" he asked smiling.
I nodded positively. Although he was nicely packed into those cotton briefs in a way that did not hide much, they were attractive on him and I was fine with it back here.
"How about an hour of sun? Only one, promise," he asked.
"One hour. You got it! Deal! Only one. Enjoy," I affirmed. I had some other things I wanted to do right now anyway.
He began applying some tanning cream. Soon I offered help. And eventually he spread out on his back with a small front room pillow under his head. His eyes were shut. Half smile was on his face. He looked good, almost too good. It was easy to see why the Doc the other night had given so much to that Charity Auction for the presence of his weekend and for the right pull Julian out of them completely. I wondered what Julian had really looked like that night on that stage? Smiling this time to myself, I too knew there was no question strung up and stretched out tightly and naked with a few well placed, err, ornaments, Julian could be taught quite nicely how to respond to, shall we say, a short riding crop gently caressing under his balls or tweaking his nipples for the Doc's pleasure. Then, a slight stripe or two across his fine tight buns for some further adornment on a weekend boy around the house could make things interesting as well. Sure, set him off with a black fine leather collar and some bicep straps, maybe a thin _c_o_c_k_ ring or soft leather thong pulled up high and tight to separate those young buns and make him a little more anxious, and this more preppy boy could certainly be more than just a little interesting and eager to serve. I wonder who that Doc was and if he really did have the fine whip he had told Julian was waiting back at his house to use on his special bare ass? Maybe this boy needed to be put through those paces too? Introduce him to "service"? Maybe the Doc had seen something I'd missed? I wondered?
Thoughts like that have a way of growing. I remembered that other boy who had been spanked last in the kitchen inside. He had been very afraid when at one point I had threatened to use a small strap on his own bare bottom if he did not calm down and get his act together. He had tried real hard around the place that day. In fact, the mere threat of that strap still causes him to hop to it. He had been even more concerned after we had walked up the beach once and I had brought home a few switches in case he could not begin obeying more quickly. That young man had tried his best and it had been very obvious he was trying too, but he had almost gotten to feel them across his ass anyway that day. In the end though that one had not needed to feel those switches across his own bare bottom that weekend. Just a good spanking had ultimately proven more than satisfactory to break him down and make him nicely obedient. Still the thin riding crop upstairs in the loft or those switches being around that weekend provided solid encouragement for him simply by his knowing that they were right there and ready for use at any time. Amazing how well that works for a college boy when you are providing some training.
But for now, today, Julian still let the sun caress his almost naked body out there on the back porch. The switches left from that other boy, that other time, still stood there in the corner of the back porch too, waiting for their chance to help a boy learn his own important lessons and encourage his own performance. I knew Julian's bare buns might well sometime respond as well, if not better, from those thin switches than maybe even the Doc's whip back in that basement in the city?
Nevertheless, at the moment, the Doc was not here for Julian. I was. Julian was young, yet verbally and physically _s_e_x_ually suggestive by hinting for some handling but also just a nice young man beginning to explore who he was and what he wanted (or needed) in his own life. I would not abuse him, but I certainly would continue to train him.
For the moment though, I let Julian take in the sun and when I tired of doing some of the same, I went off to do other things. The outdoor clock showed we'd both been there just a half hour.
Well over an hour and a half later, though, I looked out at him still there.
"Julian, get in here now."
He jerked to attention and after getting up off the porch flood and shaking his head awake, he came in, though not all that quickly.
"Jeez, What time is it? I must have dozed off." He was shaking his head in almost disbelief as he shook off sleep. "Sorry. Guess I was out more than an hour. Why didn't you call me?" He headed for the refrigerator and helped himself to some ice water.
When he put down the glass and turned around toward me, I had reached around and grabbed him by the seat of his white jockeys.
"I think these are going to come down now, Julian. You're getting a spanking, my boy."
Julian fixed his eyes on the paddle he suddenly noticed was sitting now on the sink and he seemed to be almost immobile for a moment or two.
"Now? Cal! It's just a little more than an hour, I mean."
"When I say 'one hour,' I mean it, my boy." I patted his ass while I spoke to insure he got the picture. "Guess you are going to have to learn that the hard way after all."
"But . . ."
But nothing. I cut him off sharp before he could get it out. "Maybe it's time I introduced you to the paddle? Or maybe it's time I give you to a nice switch across here. You want it that way right now?"
Julian looked white, ashen. He seemed stunned, but he responded better now. "No, Sir. I don't want that. I'll take them down for you, Sir, right now. Anytime you want me to. I'll take the spanking." He stood perfectly still now but he had fallen into line.
"Do you need one, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. If you say I need one then I sure do, Sir. Sorry I lost track of time outside. Correct me so it won't happen again, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Your right. Please spank me for it."
Releasing my hand from his bun, I hugged him firmly. "That's a good boy, Julian! Around here when you screw up you get a lesson. So, now let's just get these down now for a good one. You've got it coming, boy."
"OK, Sir, OK. No question. I brought this one on myself, I know. You've got to spank me, OK, OK; but please let's not make this one a major one, OK? Sir. I promise, I promise. I'll use an alarm or something from now on. It won't ever happen again, I promise you. Please. OK?" He looked at me so seriously. He sounded so serious too.
I knew I did not want to smile right now. "Look, Julian," I spoke directly to him.
"Yes, Sir." He responded quickly so quickly I had not finished!
"You understand I'm going to spank you."
"Yes, Sir. I do, Sir," he spoke almost with military precision. "I know you have to, Sir."
I used my hands to touch his basket that remained nicely hidden inside those white Jockeys. "But you're asking me to just spank you only a little bit?"
"Yes, Sir, please, Sir! Not a major one this time, please, Sir!"
His eyes broadened and, if anything, he seemed to turn on the charm. His _c_o_c_k_ was expanding in his briefs and noticeably so.
"I mean, Sir, can't we like use degrees or something maybe. Please. I mean my ass is still sore from the others. I mean this is serious and all, I know, but it hurts."
"Let me get this one straight. You know I'm going to spank you but you want me to just make it an easy one?" I found him hard to believe at this point, but then again, he was trying!
"Hey, I mean that's a good idea!" He seemed to spark up at the idea. For sure his _c_o_c_k_ had sparked up and was emerging at the top of the elastic on his Jockeys. He was shifting his weight on his two feet.
"You will stand still now, Julian. We are going to take these briefs down for your spanking."
"OK, OK, Sir, but not to hard, please, Sir. I mean I'm trying."
While he spoke in front of me, I had listened. His points were interesting, if humorous. Degrees of a spanking? Novel idea. Still, I listened.
As he was finishing speaking, I placed my hands on his thin waist, grabbing him by the elastic on the top of his shorts and, taking my good old time, eased his Jockey's down to his knees where I could look him over. My hand had brushed his _c_o_c_k_ doing so and thus by the time his Jockey's were completely down around his ankles, his _c_o_c_k_ was moving up firmer and higher. I let him stand there like that and just looked at him. Julian was surprisingly nervous, again rather shifting his weight from one leg to the other. My fingers cupped his balls and then with my finger nails I tweaked them and took his _c_o_c_k_ into my hand in such a way as to quicken its rise until it was complete, firm and full. I looked him over slowly, carefully, checking him out. I reached around and touched his buns that were soon to be punished. He seemed to move back from me a bit, thus I brought him even closer so he was standing between my knees.
Julian almost seemed to shiver as I began touching him. I turned him a bit and inspected the rest that this boy had to offer. His bare buns were still a little rosy from the last one, but as firm and tight as they were it was clear he was ready for another one in his training. While I inspected him to my own satisfaction, his bare body became even more tense and was very tight now. No words were spoken. None were necessary. There was complete silence in the room. I was enjoying him and the moment. He clearly was not!
Then as I continued inspecting him over carefully, Julian broke, "God, Cal, OK, OK! I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. Please, just please don't spank me this time. Just a little, OK? Later, OK, but please not right now. It's gonna' hurt."
I left him standing there and went and pulled out the better chair, the hard backed kitchen chair that was off to the side. When I brought it up to where he was left standing, I placed it there right in front of him and sat down on it. Julian just stood there watching my every move.
I pulled him closer near the right side of my knees. My hand reached around and patted his bare bottom again there. His _c_o_c_k_ was as erect as possible; his balls, up tight. He was standing as still as he could now. It was obvious Julian needed a spanking.
Slowly with my help Julian found himself eased over my lap so his own bare bottom was up sunny side over my own knees. The palm of my hand was waiting on his nice fair bare bottom. Julian now seemed to have lots to say. He made lots of promises, all of which I accepted and noted while I waited for him to finished. My palm continued preparing him for the lesson he needed.
"I'll be good, Cal! I'll be REALLY good for you, please. I'm promising you. Come on take me. Try me. Come on, give me a chance. Please don't spank me again so soon, pleeeeeese!" he whined quietly, "Cal, please! Pleeeeeeeese."
The bare flesh of his pure, preppy, no doubt virgin buns felt good in my hands. Soft with the skin sensitive to my touch like a baby's, his buns were also tight and youthful like a young man his age's often are and should be. This one had not had much, if any attention down here, it was easy to tell. Like many his age, he apparently knew he wanted it, even needed it, but it just had not happened. This weekend he would learn what a young man's buns are really for. He hung over my knees like that waiting while I enjoyed him. My other hand went around his waist and under it to take his _c_o_c_k_ and balls in that hand. His _c_o_c_k_ was still erect but not as firm as it had been before I had eased him across my knees. My fingers manipulating him took care of that quickly until his juices were showing up to my feel and my likening. He was held firmly in my arms with the weight of my body across his back. His arms were balancing his weight over my lap. His one hand clutch my ankle tightly. Held tightly like this he was almost immobile except for his bare bottom and legs which could still flail and squirm while I spanked him. I preferred it that way. The performance of a young man's bare body over my knees while I spanked him was well worth the effort. I liked the firmness of his _c_o_c_k_ and the smooth feel of his buns with the look of the glisten from the cream I had applied down here earlier. Moments like this made it all worthwhile. He look good, very good, erotic and very appealing and seductive as he hung over my knees like that.
However, no matter how seductive you are, once it is time for a spanking that is exactly what is going to happen. I will decide when.
I waited and let his discomfort level reach a higher pitch though I held him very tightly now.
The flat of my hand met his bare bottom, my target, and the sound of the slap reverberated throughout the room. Julian squirmed more from surprise that I had slapped his ass at first, then he yelled in seriousness.
Julian had earned a spanking. He need one, and he got spanked right then. My palm landed hard across his bottom and propelled his own little bare bottom further up across and over my knees. Holding my hand on him where it had just landed with a sting, I waited as he clenched his buns and sometimes wiggled them furiously with a good "ouch" or "euch" to make him feel better and get the sting out. But, my hand would remain there on them, insuring the sting of his spanking sunk in deeply across his bare bottom. Julian's face would grimace while he stared at the flood, his head jerked sending his hair flying high then falling down quickly and even more now he held on to my ankle tightly for support. He had been looking at the floor for a good while now with his bare ass was up over my lap. Now he was getting it good this time. I let him hang there while the sting sunk in good across his lowest fleshy bottom. For sure Julian was not comfortable hanging bare over my knees getting it like he was now, but he was not suppose to be comfortable either. He was being punished.
My left hand, my "free" hand, pushed his head back down again toward the floor and worked its way under his naked waist to again grasp his very hard _c_o_c_k_ and firm balls. His spanking would continue. Now that I had begun Julian tensed again, even more so now! That hand that had slapped him moved to between his buns, helping him to relax more completely there. Then I slapped his ass again. The procedure took time but this young man had to learn. He would become used to spankings over my knees. He had no other choice. Yet like all young men, clenching their bare bottoms is natural when they are slapped there. They simply have to be trained to relax immediately and accept the lesson you are teaching them. Julian would learn his.
One hour sun bathing we had agreed to. One hour was exactly one hour, period! Now he was getting his bare ass spanked for it. He was learning a lesson.
Suddenly my right hand landed again across my boy's bare bottom. Though his _c_o_c_k_ remained firm in my other hand's fingers now and probably would continue to the way I was holding him there, the sting from the slap of my right palm across his bare bottom was very real and very effective. Again he jerked forward and clenched his cheeks tightly. Immediately he got another sharp slap down there sharply for his efforts. Julian now reacted verbally but quietly in moans indecipherable in the English language.
There is always a very thin line between pain and pleasure that is distinctly individually different in each young man. I was learning Julian's. At the same time Julian was learning I was serious as well. Julian was rapidly approaching that line as I spanked him and soon, I could tell, he would be finding himself crying regardless of his best personal determination not to cry. Julian needed to get it all out now, and I would insure that he did so. He had made a small mistake, a tiny error from his point of view; but now he was paying the price for his mistake. He was getting the bare ass spanking he had brought upon himself.
My hand landed again hard across his bare ass and again he jerked forward. This time he more quickly relaxed. His buns were fleshy red all over now as I spread my palm around for him and taking complete control of his bare bottom. A young man's buns can provide both pleasure and pain, comfort and discipline. Julian was just getting a good, long, slow spanking. Just something this boy needed right now.
If anyone were walking too close to the house on the beach just now or if they had happened to have walked up the porch to the screen door, they would have head the sounds of a young man getting it. Had they looked it, they would have witnessed it too. Too many young men never feel the hand of their own dads or uncles these days, but my young man, this young man, Julian, was feeling mine on his bare bottom and getting it. This had changed for Julian this weekend. Julian would not be like the others, never again. For sure Julian would be polite and well behaved, and he would know without question that if he failed to do something I had told him to, his own jeans and briefs would be coming down yet again for another good old-fashioned spanking. Julian could now depend on my own ministering to his bare bottom and ultimately he would come to be proud of the fact that he was now around a man who would not hesitate to give him what he needed whenever he needed it. When he did wrong, I would take down his shorts and spank him.
My hand landed again, again, again. It continued. And after about 20 minutes or more of solid attention now to his young bare posterior, Julian was close to giving in to his lesson, going limp and letting it all out over my lap including those emotional sobs that so needed to happen. Finally Julian gave up fighting me and suddenly did. After a burst of increasingly emotional promises, all of a sudden he went limp across my knees. At the same time, he "came" in a sudden burst in my other hand.
Now Julian began quietly crying gently. He had given in. No longer would he fight me on this one. Julian had learned across my knees.
After his bare body collapsed over my lap, I picked up the tempo and spanked him. I was simply teaching him his lesson, giving him some training. I spanked Julian and took note of how red his bare bottom became over my lap and how well his buns now performed for me, especially after he had cum. His buns were red, very red, but they were also unmarked. I had just spanked him. That's all!
In this house, one hour meant exactly that: one hour. I think he knew that now, but time would tell for sure. One hour meant exactly that: one hour!
Julian got spanked for it. A boy just needs a spanking sometimes. No big deal. Julian just got spanked, that's all.
Anyway, it was still the holiday weekend.
To be continued . . .