The story you are about to read is 100% fiction. Before you read this story please note I am opposed to corporal punishment especially of teens. This story is also homoerotic. If this story upsets you please close it and move on. Comments are appreciated.. Dave Mack Reply to: davemack98@hotmail. com. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
His name was Jon as in Jonathan. He is my brothers son. I never really knew the lad til recently. My brother worked in construction and had been a good provider for his family until an accident happened which made him a semi invalid. Up to that time he had been a loving dad and also a strong disciplinarian. He believed that the way to the bottom of a problem with his son was thru the boys bottom. Since the accident some 3 years ago as the lad went thru his teen years he became very out of control. Once was the time when a mere word from his father would make him jump he now all but ignored his dad. And as my brother was confined to a wheel chair he could no long really reign in the boy as was needed. Jon began running wild, hung out with a bad croud and almost totally ignored all house rules. While his older brother Robert was now out of the house and on his own he was of little help. He tried to talk with his brother but Jon basicly told him to _f_u_c_k_ off. Then Jons' life too a turn for the worse....
My phone rang at 7:30. It was a Sunday morning and I was still fast asleep. It was my brother. He was at the end of his rope. Jon had been arrested for driving a stolen car. Bail was $1000 and not only did he not have that kind of money available he was unable to get to the police station as his wife was out of town. He asked me if I could help and filled me in on the last few years as we'd sort of lost contact. I said I'd help but it would have to be completely on my terms. He agreed.
I went to the station house and spoke with the sargent on duty. Jon's bail was in fact $1000 and this was in part to his having prior arrests for possession of alcohol as a minor and some drug activity. I explained my brothers condition and told him I was taking over guardianship of the lad. He released Jon to my custody.
Now it had been several years since I'd last seen him. While he was just 16 he still had his kid looks. He was short for his age at 5'5" and still had some room to fill out. He was surprised to see me. I explained the situation and told him he was coming to my place. And I told him it was going to be a permanent arrangement and if he objected we would go back inside, I'd get back my $1000 and he could go to juvenile jail. He agreed without hesitation. We drove home making a bit of small talk. I figured I'd wait to tell him my intentions when he was in the house and I'd have no distractions. We went first to his parents to gather up some of his clothes and things. His dad and he had few words. It was an eery silence.
When we arrived at my apartment I showed him to the guest room, told him to get cleaned up and then to meet me in the living room as we had some business to attend to. He had no idea what was on my mind. Within 15 minutes he was showered, changed and in the living room as I'd instructed.
"Jon", I told him, "Living here with me is going to be a whole new experience for you. You have become an unruly kid. At 16 you should be being a responsible young adult yet you run wild, get into all sorts of trouble and above disrespect my brother, your dad. So what do you have to say for yourself?" He sat there in silence not sure of what to say. "Your behaviour is what I'd expect of a person who had no respect for authority, who was raised without any values and is uneducated. Yet you are a good student, or so I'm told. You know right from wrong. Yet you seem to take pleasure in getting into trouble. Because your dad is now incapacitated you think you don't have to do as you are told. And now you have an arrest record." I just kept going on and on. He seemed to be listening then he said "Yeah so what.. What's it to you? It's my life and your not my dad. He's just a worthless fool in a wheel chair. I reached over and slapped him across the face. "You can't do that to me" he yelled. "Well son I can and WILL do a lot more. You are now in my legal care. If you don't want to do as I tell you and accept whatever consequences your action warrent we can go back to the police station and you can be back in lockup. Is that what you want?" He clearly was not prepared for that answer and it was obvious that being in jail was not something he wished to experience any more of. He shook his head no. "I didn't hear you Jon. Shall we go back to the police station? "No" he said looking at the floor. "I didn't hear you" I barked at him. "NO" he said looking at me. "NO WHAT?" I all but yelled. "No Sir" he said, his voice trailing off.
It was clear Jon was scared. He had been able to manipulate his situation up to now but with me was no longer able to do so. He clearly was becoming aware I was the adult and he was not! Now in most cases I'd be treating a 16 yr old like an adult but this was a special case. Jon needed to be brought down several pegs. And I was bound and determined as to how I'd do it.
"Living here with me you WILL follow the rules I set down for you. Until you show me without a doubt that you are a responsible young man you will be treated like a child. And that includes everything from asking permission to do anything or go anywhere to having an early cerfew and bedtime." He started to say something but I gave him a glance that told him he was best to keep quiet. "I will know where you are and who you are with at ALL times. If you are with someone I do not know or approve of you will be punished. You will have a baby sitter here anytime I have to be out for an evening until I am sure you are responsible enought to be left alone. And you will be punished like a child when you fail to do as you are told. Is that understood BOY?" I called him BOY to emphasize how he was to be treated.
"This is unfair. I'm 16 not 10. You can't do this to me. I'm outa here." He turned and started for his bedroom to get his things. I followed close behind. He put a few clothes in the duffle bag he had and went to leave. "I will inform the court of your leaving and ask the police pick you up. Then your on your own." Jon looked at me hesitantly and then bolted out the doorm slamming it behind him. Just as he did it started to thunder and lightning and the heavens opened up. I went to the living room, put in a video and relaxed. Something told me he'd be back.
In less than an hour he did come back. He tried to sneak in but I heard the door squeek. I went to the hallway and saw he was soaking wet and coughing. "Get out of those wet clothes and give them to me" I ordered him, sounding as gruff and angry as I could. He started for his room. "Right here. Get out of the wet clothes. I don't want you tracking water throughout the house." He quickly stripped to his briefs. "Those too" I told him. He hesitated. "Look if you have something different between your legs than I do then I would like to see it. Otherwise do as your told!" He slipped them down and off and then brought his hands up to cover his genitals. He walked by me to head to his room. "You and I have some serious business to attend to. I'll put these in the dryer and then I'll be in to deal with you." He looked at me with a scared look and said nothing. Within less than 2 minutes I was at his room door. He was just fumbling with his backpack looking for dry underwear but all his clothes were soaked. When he saw me he tried to reach for something to cover his nakedness. I threw him a towell. "Dry your hair and sit down. We have serious business to deal with" He kept his back to me trying to be modest. "Sit down here" I ordered him. Uneasily he sat next to me on the bed being careful to put the towel in his lap to hide himself.
"First off you went out without permission. Where did you go?" He shrugged and half whispered "no where" and he quickly added an uneasy "sir" to it. "I just wanted to be alone and think. My life sucks. I need help. Did you call the cops?" he asked in a very serious and concerned tone. "No not yet but if you had been much longer I would have" I told him. He had a look of relief on his face. "I got no place to go. The kids I was with in the car are either in jail or their home and none of their parents will let me talk with them let alone stay with them. I called my dad and he refused to talk with me and told me I belonged back here. So I guess you're gonna take me back to the jail?" he asked hoping I wouldn't.
"Jon, what choice do I have? You refuse to follow the rules, you ran away thinking you'd get out of this mess and now it's even worse. I wanted to give you a chance by clamping down on you but you refuse to go along with the program so yea I am looking to take you back to the police station." "I'm sorry" he said with a truely contrite tone. "Can you please give me another chance?" I sat and looked him in the eyes. "You've run out of chances Jon. Unless I find a way to get thru to you right here and now then I see no other alternative than to take you back." "I wanna try once more. I stood out in the rain, thinking and crying. I'm a skrewup and a jerk. My dad hates me and no one wants me anymore cause of all the stuff I've done." Finally the lad was opening up and letting a lot of adolescent tribulations to come out. "Jon, first off you are not a screw up or a jerk. And I KNOW your dad loves you. You have just been out of control. So now we need to control you. Are you finally willing to listen, do what you are told and accept discipline? It's up to you." "Yeah, I can't keep doing this stuff. So what do we need to do?" he asked. "If you are willing to accept punishment from me now and in the future without question, follow the rules I set down and start working on being responsible then you will be well on your way to turning things around. It's up to you."
Jon was ready to cry. He really did want to turn his life around. "Jon, if you are serious then you will accept what I am about to do. If not then you can just go back to the police station lockup." He shook his head yes. I took his arm and gently pulled him over my lap. As I did so the towell he was holding fell to the floor and I noticed out of the corner of my eye he was getting an erection. I had thought he would try to fight me and if he had I'd have told him to just dress and leave but he didn't. I gently patted his butt and told him he was about to get a real good spanking. "I know" he said lieng with his butt now in a perfect spanking position. "Have anything to say before I blister your bottom?" He waited a moment and said, "I think I've had this coming for a long time. And I deserve it." I raised my hand and slapped his ass with a medium to hard slap. He jumped a bit and I noticed his penis was rock hard and it now was sliding between my legs. Then I gave him 6 real hard spanks. He was definately not prepared for that and started to whimper and instinctly put his hand back to protect his rump. "I guess I may need to use the strap. Now unless you move your hand right now this will be a whipping with the belt." "Oh no please, not the belt" he begged and quickly removed his hand. I renewed the spanking slapping his 16 year old cheeks with all the strength I had. He bucked and started kicking his legs, all the while jerking up and down. Then without warning I heard the unmistakeable sound of relief and felt my legs get wet. He had just cum. "Well I see you have had your relief, now we really begin your punishment." I reached behind me and pulled the hairbrush I had hidden in my pocket. "Now we can get to the real bottom of your behaviour." And with that I began pummelling his bum with hairbrush slaps. He began to scream and kick but this time with a very soft penis. I just needed to get the message from his bum to his brain.
I continued to spank him with the hairbrush for well over 100 slaps. And as he had his bum cheeks spread wide many landed on his boy hole. He was now screaming in pain but never did put his hand near his bottom. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP...I continued to pummel his now very red and sore bottom. I put down the hairbrush and gently rubbed his bum. He laid there and cried like a little child. "I am still not sure you've learned a lesson, Jon" I said. "Oh pleeeeeesssseee no more..I have learned..." But I felt he still needed to be absolutely broken so he would start to get his act together. I raised my hand and began again with my hand. I spanked til I got to 50 and he was beyond crying to being a blubbering child. But had I really got thru to him? "Stand up" I ordered him! Gingerly he got to his feet. I unlooped the belt from my pants. "Almost done Jon, but I'm gonna make _d_a_m_n_ sure the message has been receiverd by your brain." With terror in his young voice he pleaded with me not to whip him with the strap. "Jon, I'm gonna say this just once. Either lie down on the bed, spread and raise your bum or pack up and get out. It's up to you. And it's not open for discussion." Through his tears he said what sounded like "OK" and laid spread eagle over the edge of the bed. Without any fanfare I brought the strap down with all the speed I could muster squarely across his very red boy bum. Within 3 seconds he let out a yelp like a dog and jumped off the bed. "Please no more he begged me..PLEASE.." "Jon, if you had acted like a responsible teenager instead of an out of control brat you wouldn't be in this situation. Now you have more coming with the strap and for every moment you stand here the number goes up. Now lie down, raise and spread your bum and do NOT move." Through uncontrollable sobs he did as told. I then proceeded to use the strap on his now purple bottom paying particular care to get into his bum crack. I gave him 12 strokes, enough to really bring the message home yet I didn't want to really hurt him externally. When I stopped he just laid on the bed and cried and cried and begged I not spank or whip him anymore.. "Please no more, please..please, I won't get into any more trouble, please I can't take anymore.. Please.." he kept repeating the same words over and over through his blubbering tears. I reached down and put my hand on his bum. He jumped as if he'd been touched with a branding iron. "Just lie still Jon, and I'll make some of the pain go away." I left momentarily and came back with cold creme and began rubbing it into his bruised butt. He laid there and continued to cry though now not as much. I reached under neath and again he was hard. Within less than a minute I had made him cum a second time.
I sat by Jon and slowly and gently rubbed the creme into his swollen behind. He finally stopped crying and asked permission if he could turn over. He HAD learned something. "Sure" I replied. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and this time did not try to hide his nakedness. "I'm sorry for being such a bad kid. I'm gonna try real hard to be good from now on" he said with a note of real sincerity in his voice. "I know you will and you are NOT really a bad kid. You just had no direction. That's why I spanked you like I did and I will do it again if you misbehave. But if you follow the rules and do what you're told your bum will stay real cool. That is up to you." I ruffeled his hair like you would to a little kid, kissed him on his forhead and told him to go to bed as he was grounded for a week to his room with an 8pm bedtime. "Thanks" was all he said as I left the room..
This was not the only spanking I gave Jon. But we'll tell you about that one another time...