Maybe it was the good wine, maybe just the atmosphere, hopefully it was at least in part the good company, but for whatever reason both Julian and I slept in very late the next morning. He seemed by now almost as if he had been around forever. I had checked him out again in bed when we both finally woke but he had no bruises or marks of any kind from his last spanking. His bare ass looked perfectly normal. When my hand touched his buns now, he no longer reacted or showed any signs of being surprised. He would simply move his body closer.
"Ah," he moaned, "what a way to wake up! Is it always going to be like this?"
He seemed to be genuinely comfortable with things.
Of course it was not ALWAYS going to be like this, I thought to myself, but then again I saw no need to tell him that. Instead I just held him tightly and enjoyed my good fortune.
After showering after priming himself around the bedroom loft, Julian pulled up on yet another clean pair of those by then infamous white Jockey cotton briefs. No questions they fit him well and looked good on him too. I dressed too but more normally for a holiday.
Julian cooked a nice brunch which we shared this morning outside on the porch overlooking the surf. Kids and families were playing there by now it was so late. Just a good summer holiday. We both slipped into trunks too and joined those in the water. Nothing unusual. Just a bunch of people enjoying the surf and relaxing.
Later that afternoon, I drove Julian up the road a bit and we together purchased some wood that he would ultimately begin to fashion into a paddle. The problem with the lumber place was there were too many kinds of wood to choose from and I could tell Julian was tensing up and uneasy about this whole thing. I stepped in and make the selection for him. Leaving the store together with the piece of wood in his hands, Julian had only one thing to say then, "This is gonna' hurt, Cal!"
"It's suppose to, Julian. It's suppose to."
He was very quiet now in the car as we drove back. We stopped only to pick up a few other things I needed for the kitchen. Once home we sketched out the outline of what was to become his paddle on that wood and he used a jigsaw to form it. When he finished, he showed it to me. Very rough, only just cut out of the larger piece of wood, but it was clearly the makings of a paddle. In spite of his not being real happy about it or anything much at all right then, I reached over and unbuckled his shorts and zipped down his zipper for him. Quickly they clumped at his ankles on the floor. More gently I tugged down his Jockey's to his knees as well. Julian always did look especially good with his shorts and briefs down and just standing there like that. He did now for sure. His hands always naturally came down to try to cover himself, but a touch of my hand on his arm always reminded him otherwise. He would move them and stand, instead, in a more natural position though he founds it always embarrassing. Embarrassing on not, he looked naked down there and he had nothing to be embarrassed about at all. Julian, after all, was an attractive young man, if also very shy.
"Over my knees, boy." I spoke to a rather pale Julian.
He said nothing, but over he went silently until his ass was bare and over my lap as it needed to be right them. Julian remained very quiet like that while I patted his bare buns and consider his obedience there and now, taking it all into fair account. I put the board, the unfinished paddle, right across his bare bottom and held it there. The size was right. It comfortably covered both his buns in a way that would nicely allow that paddle, when finished, to sting them both at once when I chose to spank him with it. His paddle was, to be sure, still very rough and not at all smooth, but it was clearly going to be good for him. Its size and weight were about right for his bare buns as well as his own temperament. No question in my mind that after it was finished it would be able to do its job quite nicely for Julian when I had to spank him with it.
While I though, Julian tensed his buns as if expecting me to crack him with it and I am sure many men would have too. However, my intent was not to paddle him or test it now, but only to check on its size and weight.
When I pulled him up to his feet he seemed very relieved and immediately hugged me tightly. "Do I really need to make this paddle, Cal?" he asked me very softly.
"Yes, a boy needs a paddle" was all I needed to say. The room was silent now as we stood there and I held him. My words sank in. "Now you work on it and sand it down real smooth. No rough edged, no splinters, just nice soft wood to be used on your nice soft fanny."
His face turned red with embarrassment, but Julian said nothing. I could feel he was tense. I could almost see him shiver.
"This paddle's going to be fine for you. Suspect you're going to like it too," I teased him.
"If you say so, Cal, guess I'm gonna' have to." He was laughing now himself, no longer concerned about being completely bare down there.
I pulled up his briefs, then his shorts and hugged him tightly. Then Julian took that rough board from my hand and went outside with it on the front porch. A few minutes later when I looked out he had begun the long process of sanding it down by hand. Somehow he did not seem real happy about doing that, but he was doing it anyway. No one needed to tell him to do it. He just did it.
Actually Julian spent the _c_o_c_k_tail hour working on it though clearly his own heart was not in it. A boy can be like that, I already knew from experience. I just let him alone as he continued to work on his paddle quietly out there.
The sunset was spectacular that particular evening. And, to tell you the truth, Julian looked good too!
Finally, I went out and stopped his working on it. It would take more than a day for him to sand it down real fine for sure. I estimated a couple of weeks. Instead of letting him continue, I took it from him and put it aside. Then we both showered and dressed and went to another surfside restaurant for dinner. He was moody, but soon he gave up worrying about that paddle and seemed back to normal.
His paddle could wait. I knew that. Julian knew that too. His working on it this afternoon and tonight had made him far too tense and uptight, but that is typically and always happens whenever I have had a boy making one that he knows I am eventually going to use across his own bare bottom.
Over dinner, I made it a point to help him forget about that paddle he was sanding and instead to just enjoy things right now. After awhile he loosened up and talked a lot about his family back up North and also what he was doing with his life down here. He was an art and design student and was enrolled in one of the better prestige art institutions in the city. He clearly did not lack for family backing and money did not seem to be an issue either, but at one point he did mention that he had thought about doing some in-studio modeling for the Institute to earn extra cash anyway. He talked about his brothers and sister, who were all older and more successful in his view, and his own shyness in growing up. His family sounded like a good one, very well off, just anything but close. His father and he seemed to rarely speak except when his father was berating him for his lack of interest in a law career. But Julian was interested in design. Ultimately over dinner he began to laugh and joke and the evening passed as it would among any two very good friends.
If you were at that restaurant that evening, you would never have suspected that here was a young man who had been spanked this holiday weekend and more than one time too. We looked like, and were, just two men having dinner. How I handled him when we got home and the door was closed and locked behind us was no body's business but ours.
But by the time we did get back to my place it was very late. We both showered again and dove under the covers. Reality is sometimes boring.
That next day was a work day though neither of us had to go back to the city until mid-morning. Still we work up a little early and did a last holiday weekend breakfast at the local fisherman's OK-food shop before I drove him back to his place that morning. I drove him to his apartment which turned out to be a loft with much of his own design work scattered everywhere. It was nice place, though a bit of an organized mess inside. Not in the best of areas of the city, still it was clean, open, and attractive. There was nothing unusual about anything in his art student's loft apartment. Nothing unusual, that is we wander up to his bedroom loft with him showing me around.
Once up there, I just stared and he seemed embarrassed and genuinely not to have though but to have stupidly forgotten. One wall was almost covered with a colorful montage of younger men in servitude and subjection to others – almost all to men, but a few in servitude to women also. Most related and portrayed graphic and specific discipline and spanking scenes, but some were more explicitly leather S&M shots with boys in harnesses binding their asses and _c_o_c_k_s, tight _c_o_c_k_ rings forcing their _c_o_c_k_s up for their master's wishes, _d_i_l_d_o_s being inserted for boys being held down over beds, desks, and other such things. Many were of men's bare bottoms with tight buns, some with marks from whips or the clear redness caused by a recent paddle.
Julian seemed to be very genuinely embarrassed as I look them all over slowly. He was, instead, turning very red then. He somehow just seemed to have forgotten there were there.
"So," I remarked looking at him, "these attract you, do they?"
He dropped his eyes and refused to look up at me, "Not any more, Sir. Now I think it's completely up to you."
"But they are yours? You put them here, Julian?" I asked.
There was no need for him to answer. His embarrassment was a clear answer enough.
Books were piled around the loft too and the unmade bed he obviously slept on was a mattress on the floor. There were formal riding boots and a crop in one corner with the protective cap as well. A ping-pong paddle was on a box piled with clean and folded clothes. There was also a full length free-standing mirror tilted against one wall in the corner. The loft was cluttered with things everywhere. There were two picture on what served as his dresser. One a family portrait on a country estate type place somewhere. Everyone looked smiling and happy, including a younger Julian. The other was a formal company-type portrait of a white haired man in a business suite. The man in the portrait was not smiling but instead looked stern and very serious. It had to have been his father as it was the same man who was in the family portrait (also not smiling there with the others).
"That your father?" I asked, taking the photo frame into my hand.
"Yes, but he doesn't much care for me." He seemed almost sad.
"He would approve of these pictures on your wall?
"No, jeez, no. No way! He'd have a heart attack!"
"Take your clothes off, Julian," I said, "all of them."
He looked surprised but he peeled off all of his clothes anyway and real quickly. He offered no resistance, no hesitation at all as he immediately obeyed, stripping and tossing all of them aside on the floor until he stood naked in front of me. His naked body I already knew so well looked good. His _c_o_c_k_ was beginning to rise slowly now as I looked at it. He stood there naked waiting for me. His shoulders back, his arms down at his sides but not touching his bare body. This time he made no attempt to protect his naked body from my eyes. He looked down.
I sat down on his mattress on the floor and pulled him over my lap to spank him. He bare ass was right over my lap now. I had sat on that mattress so that he could see himself over my lap in that full length mirror against the wall. He showed no signs of resistance at all.
"This spanking is for him," I said as I sat the portrait of his father so he could see it there, sternly looking at him over my knees. "Understand that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll deal with you myself later on this matter."
I brought my hand down hard across both his cheeks as he jumped slightly forward. His buns turned white, then red. Then I spanked his bare ass good right then. And I took my good old time doing it too. Soon he was crying and promising as a boy should be. The stern father just stared from that photograph. I continued spanking him in his bedroom in front of his wall of pictures. He choked back some tears, but soon others began to flowed freely. His bare buns turned red over my lap as I spanked him. Nothing unusual. It was just a man, spanking his boy, in the boy's bedroom after all.
The sounds in that loft now were those every boy knows, but in this case with the walls being brick throughout most of the place the sound of my hand slapping against the flesh of his bare hand was magnified and somehow seemed louder. But they were still just the traditional sounds a young man fears most but a father comes to appreciate and just smile at! The rhythmic slap of my hand across his ass, with the immediate coming "Ouch!" or "AHHH" at times a choking sound as he bit his lips in pin, but inevitably it turned to "ouuuuuuu" and then when I finally reached him emotionally, Julian gave in to the inevitability of it all and began crying. The fact that I was spanking him in his own bedroom made no difference. Those brick walls, however, made it easier for me to spank him in confidence that the sounds of his spanking and his tears would remain for our ears only.
Today, this time, I spanked Julian for those inappropriate wall pictures following that same old fashioned, classic primer I had been handed years ago. Possibly you know it:
1. "The teenage boy to be spanked must have his jeans and underwear completely removed so his ass is completely bare and naked. Do this as soon as you tell him you are going to spank him. Many men prefer to strip a teenager of all clothing, everything except possibly his socks. This reinforces the fact that what he has done has caused him to be stripped and be completely naked before you while you, as the spanker, remain fully clothed and in charge of his spanking. If you have any reason to believe he will fight and move too much during the spanking or if he is too large for you to comfortably handle, then once he is bare over your knees, use handcuffs or rope to bind his arms to the two legs of the chair on which you are sitting to give him his spanking."
Julian, over my knees, was completely bare now as he had been before when I had spanked him and thus there was no question I was strong enough to restrain him tightly no matter how much he tried to fight me.
2. "To administer a really good thorough spanking there must be an objective in mind. The best objective is to spank the boy hard enough and long enough to produce CONSIDERABLE begging and pleading for the discontinuance of the punishment, and then to continue to a point beyond which the boy being spanked will actually cry like a child and produce real, wet tears."
Julian was. No question about that! Anytime he was spanked (or any of the other boys for that matter) it was always a serious event that left him sobbing out his errors and promises. Julian in particular needed it that way. I already knew that about him.
3. "With the teenage boy over your lap, the spanker should take the opportunity to lecture the boy to be spanked, constantly pointing out the reasons for the punishment and the fact that the punishment is well deserved. In some cases this pre-period serves almost as a confessional for the teenage boy. Allow the boy to speak freely and openly over your lap, but no matter what the teenage boy confesses to or how sincere he promises, the spanking of the boy will continue and take place anyway."
Time, unfortunately, had not permitted much of this right now, but it would happen later when I settled with him about those pictures.
4. "The spanker should make it clear to the teenage boy that his punishment will be very hard and painful and it is mean to hurt considerably. During this lecture period, the bare ass of the teenage boy to be spanked should be rubbed frequently with the same hand or instrument to be used to administer the spanking to soon follow."
No question about it. Doing so builds Julian up for what is coming. The touch on my palm across his bare ass causes him concern as he knows he is going to get it but he never knows just when.
5. "At the appropriate time when suspense and fear have been produced to the maximum in the boy and the lecture has achieved a pitch which cannot be stopped, NEVER BEFORE, begin the boy's spanking. It is extremely important that the spanking be severe and deliberate from the first whack, and that it continue without interruption or pause until the entire goal of spanking has been achieved with the teenage boy."
Suffice it to say Julian was about to get those tears out and release a few things. The goal of this spanking was being achieved as the increasing redness of his bare bottom made obvious.
6. "It is essential that the administrator of the spanking be totally unmoved by the boy's actions and responses during the spanking. No matter what he says or does, simply continue to spank him without comment"
No question it was for Julian this time. It had been the first time Julian had needed an immediate lesson, a punishment, for something between us that I found unacceptable. He was paying the price now.
7. "The teenage boy's spanking should not stop when tears are produced, but rather should continue for a short time longer until some promise has been extracted from the boy being spanked which will satisfy the spanker and also be grounds for future spankings of a similar type should the promise be broken."
No question Julian understood. After he broke and cried freely, his spanking was continuing now though he wailed his promises to take those pictures down immediately.
8. "No pauses whatsoever should be allowed to interrupt the steady rhythm of the boy's spanking once it has been initiated. Regardless of the reaction from the teenage boy being spanked, DO NOT STOP UNTIL THE ORIGINALLY DESIRED GOAL HAS BEEN COMPLETELY ACHIEVED!"
In Julian's case at this moment, no finer words were ever spoken.
9. "After finishing spanking the teenage boy, and assuming the guy just spanked is crying and has agreed to whatever promises were desired by the spanker, leave the boy in the spanking position for some length of time to medicate upon his punishment and the soreness his ass is feeling. Depending on the boy, after the boy has stopped crying and has had sufficient time for meditation, additional dialogue may be warranted. Reviewing the lectures, confessions, spanking, and promises might be helpful to both parties at this point. The teenage boy needs to be assured that if he does it again, he will be spanked again only harder."
The picture on the wall would be discussed later, no question. Julian was crying into the pillow he had pulled down from the top of his bed while I reminded him clearly that these were pictures his father would not approve of. My hand remained on his hot buns that had merited my attention. He was no longer even trying to clench them. Julian had more important things to think about while he hung there.
10. "As the boy remains over your lap during this final period, continue to run the teenage boy's bare buns with the spanking instrument constantly to remind him of the feel of it and the assurance that you will not hesitate to spank him again."
My own hand was enjoying the feel of Julian's bare bottom freely and at will. Heat radiated nicely from his buns which were red all over. Those flesh parts of his bottom and his thighs were especially attractive down there as I had made it a point to spank him there where a boy always feels it the most. This would always be an important point whenever I spanked Julian. He would come to learn that someone was not just in charge of him – I was now in charge of ALL of him!
11. "And remember: in some cases and with some teenage boys, additional punishments of one kind or another may be in order. This may include further paddling if the spanker so chooses for any reason at all or for no reason -- or a few well places stripes from a belt or strap. Just remember a stripe when he is forced to take one or two across his bare ass is a good reminder to him occasionally, but be sure he does not have to strip and shower the next day in gym class. When that is the case, tell him he will get them Friday evening and make SURE you carry through."
In Julian's case it was just not necessary to add further punishment right now.
After I was satisfied with Julian's punishment, I put the classic style aside and my own style took over. Julian was in my arms again on that mattress. It took him awhile, but nevertheless, he soon stopped crying in my arms and finally looked up at me like a wounded puppy. "I'll burn them all," he said referring to the pictures on the wall montage, "if you tell me to, Sir. I know I won't need any of them anymore with you around." He seemed to try to laugh to himself at his own attempt at a joke but laughing right at this moment was not easy for him. What I noticed most was that he was radiant and his face, though wet, was smiling brightly. The boy was clearly happy.
For my part, I just patted his sore ass a bit and smiled. "Forget about it for now. You've got a class to get to and I've got to put in some time at the Office. We're out of time. Let's get you dressed. We'll talk about them later."
It was my turn to be nice to him. His punishment was over. I helped him step into his Jockeys as he leaned against me and pulled them up myself snug over his nice red ass. "Thank you," he said though whether he was referring to my pulling them up or my spanking him was unclear. He started talking a lot now, but the only two sentences he came up with that made me smile too just somehow rolled out in the midst of all the others while he dressed casually for school and kept talking: "Dad, I think, would really approve of how you handled that so quickly! Too bad he never thought of it."
I smiled even though Julian said it so seriously. I can handle that, I thought to myself. I can handle that. No problem! Handling Julian is just not going to be a problem for sure.
Julian continued talking and showing me all kinds of things in his room. It was like the royal tour. Just a nice guy. No question about it!
While he had finished dressing and washing his face and eyes several times, I wrote out my address and phone at the Office. I handed it to him as we were both walking out the door together. "Be there at 6:00 tonight sharp and ask for me," I instructed him.
"For sure," he replied.
I drove him to where his classes were that afternoon. As I pulled my car up to the curb and he began to open the door to get out, he leaned over and quickly said, "I liked that, Sir. You really cared. Surprised me too! It hurt for sure too but it was real and I liked it at lot the way it just happened and all, Sir. Thank you." He blew me what might have been a kiss.
I only nodded back as Julian got out of the car and shut the car door, but I smiled to myself knowing it would happen again as he waved in my direction with genuine youthful cheerfulness and began to turn with his backpack now slung over his shoulder. Two beautiful girls, one with long flowing hair, yelled out to him but he turned and waved to me again before he moved toward them. He soon disappeared with the two girls into a throng of other students. I wondered how many of these other student had just been spanked as Julian just was? Recognizing that art and design students have a whole style of their own, still it seemed to me like some of them would benefit from what I had just provided Julian. Discipline is helpful for boys Julian's age. Sending him off to class with his ass nice and red under his khaki slacks was something I would need to remember to do more often.
This guy was genuine! Not too up front but still clear in his appreciation of a spanking and his need for one, his body was nice and he was good looking, he seemed obedient and pleasing, and he was just fun to be around. I felt fortunate.
My afternoon passed fast with too much catch up work. Before I knew it the secretary buzzed me. "A Mr. Julian to see you, Sir."
"Show him in, please."
A moment later the door open and in he walked smiling and looking very cheerful and happy in spite of his spanking earlier. The clock on the wall said 6 p. m.
"Wow!" he said looking around.
"Right on the button, aren't you?" I commented on his promptness.
"Heck, yea. I learned that clock lesson the other day, remember? Hey, my mama didn't raise no fool!" He was looking all around the office. He appeared more than just happy and was close to laughing at that point.
"Well, sit yourself down and make yourself comfortable," I motioned to him. "Like something to drink? You'll have to get it yourself 'cause your mama don't work here either."
He burst out laughing.
"I need a few minutes to finish a few things, then we'll go have dinner. Help yourself." He did, but he did not sit down. Rather he walked around and looked at everything on the wall and in the book case. Normal guy. Fine with me! More than fine, actually.
And that was exactly what happened. About twenty minutes later we drove out of town for dinner. Nothing at all was mentioned about those photos on the wall or that I had spanked him for his father mid-morning today. He did, however, over dinner, manage to make one clear point when he said, "Today was the first time ever I had trouble sitting and concentrating in class. I'll admit it though, it felt good that you cared that much and did it to me as soon as you saw it there. My ass is still sore though. I REALLY appreciated it even though it really surprised me!"
"I'll look at it later when we get home, but I'm sure you're fine. Don't worry. It will be sore again, my boy, and probably sooner than you think too," I remarked casually and half jokingly. "You've been on your own too much."
"Right!" he said drawing that word out for all it was worth and lowering his voice to make sure no one could hear him, "I know it for sure now, nada problema; but I ain't leaving no matter how many times you spank me so don't get any strange ideas." He laughed, but he seemed serious too.
"You work more on your paddle today?" I asked.
Shaking his head he replied, "No time, not this afternoon, but I've got it in my backpack. Guess I'm getting used to things after all, Cal."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," I replied and motioned to the waiter to fill the ice water glasses. With the attention we were getting from this particular waiter, it was clear what he needed but only Julian was my interest right then. Later he added more.
"I had trouble concentrating on what the prof was saying in class today," he added when the waiter finally moved away from out table.
"Why?
"Hell, my ass was sore and every time I moved on that chair I just through of you spanking me like that all of a sudden out of the blue and all and in my own room even! Probably sounds strange, but I felt really lucky for once in my life. Maybe it sounds strange to you but it's good to know I can't get away with things anymore. You can't possibly know how many times I've dreamed about thins."
"What can I say, my friend?" I asked. "I'll try to do my best for you, but by now you already know how we're going to handle little things between us from now on."
"No question abut that. I know I want it that way. Probably need it too, if I'm honest. Hell, I've been hoping for years to meet someone like this."
I laughed. "You act like you're 80, boy!"
"No, no way!" he laughed, "but heck the way you just looked at that wall and told me to strip, I knew I had to and I knew what was coming too. Nothing I could have said right then was going to talk you out of it and then I REALLY got it this time. I mean just like a father should give it to me too. I mean I was totally under your control then. And I know it's gonna' happen again too. I like that." We both laughed a bit as he suddenly began to raise his glass and toast me! "Hey, you eat here a lot?" he asked.
"Sure, especially on nights when I work later. Like this place?"
"Absolutely. Reminds me of the men's club room at the country club back home. Good food too!" he smiled.
"And one good boy across the table," I smiled back.
"Not good yet, but sure getting better!" he laughed.
Julian spent the night at my place.
Again when he entered my place he stripped down to just his Jockey's naturally. When I noticed, I pulled them the rest of the way down for him and checked out that bare bottom I had spanked earlier at his place. He stood still as I fingered his buns and personally assured myself that even though they were still red to rosy, there were no marks on his nice buns from his spanking.
We watched some TV and I scanned some office reports that had arrived over the holidays by e-mail. But in addition to working on a design in his sketch book Julian had with him from his class the next day, he also spent a little bit of time sanding down his paddle. I had not reminded him. He just pulled it out of his backpack and began working on it alone. I said nothing.
I had offered to drive him back to his loft as I had an early meeting the next morning, but he declined. He was comfortable here. He would go in early with me and hit the books in the library. Fair enough.
Tonight we both turned in early.
To be continued. . .