It wasn't easy getting Larry up and off to school on time the next morning. In fact, I ended up driving him to school myself, but he made the bell, something we both were laughing about as we drove up and it started sounding. He was fun to have around. Hard to believe I'd end up with a teenage boy, but if it had to be, for my money's worth, he was the perfect one. I watched him dash on into that building and up those stairs, his levi's as tight as always. No wonder he was so popular!
But back home, I had just fussed on into my suit and tie, finishing a cup of coffee and was about to head over to the office, when Aaron walked into the kitchen and sat down.
"Morning," he was cheerful enough. "How'd it go at Kathy's?" he wanted to know and I sensed he wanted more than a quick answer.
"A couple of your boxes are in the car trunk. That tell you something?"
"Ooops! If that means what I hope, I'm glad. I thought for sure you'd make me go back to her whether I wanted to or not."
"I thought about it, I'll admit; but there's a major difference between mutual trust and brute force. Even in my own mind, I'll admit I never figured out what was the real situation between you two. But so far, you've always obeyed me and I've not exactly been easy on you, so who knows where you're really coming from?" He seemed surprised by my comments, which maybe sounded too flip.
"Sure, I've obeyed you. I mean, you'd string me up and whip me in a minute if I didn't and you've got Larry to help you! I ain't no fool!" He smiled seductively, coffee cup in hand as he sat down beside me, "But, if we're being honest, I like it here where I know who's boss. I like the way I feel never knowing what you might do. It's been kind'a hot like when you make we walk about in my T-shirt, humiliating, er, maybe the word is embarrassing me, in front of Larry, and for the first time in my whole life someone keeps my ass red the whole week long. No one's ever spanked me like you do. I mean bare over your lap and all. Even with your hand, it hurts the way you spank me, sure, OK, stop laughing; but it's good for me to be forced over your knees for a spanking and forced to focus on my own career. I've never had that before ever."
"Sure she taught me to serve and that whole scene she's into and long before I came here too. Hell, she paddled me all the time to make me _f_u_c_k_ her harder, nothing more. I liked being forced to serve, but something was missing. Here, yeah, discipline's hard, immediate, and real anytime I screw up or you just up and decide, but you use it to force me forward in everything, in my career, everything, same as you're doing with Larry. I like that, if you know what I mean? And it's good for me. Before I kind'a just enjoyed life, made enough stripping the clubs, but here you've forced me to focus on my career and my life. Honestly, I've done better since you started pushing me, so I guess your methods work. I've needed some direction and if that means over your knee, that's the way it is! I've needed a real spanking for a long time, not just a play scene. It's not the same at all. That weekend she left me here, I realized what I was missing."
He stopped and picked up his coffee cup and looked at me.
"After a speech like that, I guess I can't just kick you out? Like over to Don's maybe?"
"I'll go if you say to," he put down his cup, "but I'd like to stay here with you!"
I looked at him. He was as exotic-looking and _s_e_x_y as ever. If I was going to let him stay on, I might as well enjoy it! "Get my paddle in the drawer behind you for me. Time to cut the talk and have a little inspection."
Without a word, Aaron stood in his tailored slacks, long sleeved shirt, tie, and walked to the drawer, taking out my small paddle. He handed it to me as I sat there watching him obey. He was visiting possible agents today, I knew. We were looking at each other. It was time I take firmer control and start him out right if I was going to do it at all.
"Drop your slacks and over my lap." I said "I like a boy to leave for the day with a nice red ass for motivation, especially if I'm going to keep you."
Aaron reached for his belt, unbuckled it, unzipped his fly and pushed his slacks down. His shirt tails allowed his white briefs to show a bit. Without being told, he reached under his shirt tail, pulling down those briefs. He stood there, his _c_o_c_k_ flopping about until I pulled him over my lap and held those natural buns he was clenching expecting a slap of the paddle. My left hand wound it's way around his waist, grabbing his _c_o_c_k_ and balls firmly. His ass looked good and fresh in the morning air. I was just doing what any man should do before his boy went off for the day.
I slapped his fanny a few times, leaving hand prints, urging him to relax, then I aimed for those soft areas where his buns, hard thighs, and long legs met. Spanking him there with my hand forced him to shift one way then the other over my lap, jerking his tight body forward. His "oooh's" started soon. It was the quickest way to get his immediate attention and start his whimpering. He grabbed on to my ankle as I began to redden his bare bottom over my lap.
But my small paddle was what would really do the job. I began to use it to tan those buns a nice, but much brighter, red overall color. He yelled, starting to cry a bit. I wanted his ass red. I wanted him scared. I liked him like this.
I kept him over my lap, paddling him, for about twenty-five minutes, causing him to cry softly but freely.
I now had two men: one in his teens; one in his twenties, both different, but both with appealing, _s_e_x_y bodies. Both were now under my control, both needed and increasingly recognizing their needs for discipline and direction and were learning from it.
"OK, that's it for the first morning. Now get out of here and bring home results or tonight it will be the strap, understand?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll succeed! I don't want strapped!" He straightened his suit, wiped his tear stained face and pulled himself together as quickly as he could.
"And plan on a morning session like this before you leave each day until I see how this is all going to work out!"
"Up to you, Sir!" Aaron went out the door beaming, stepping over the boxes, his whole being radiating, even whistling. He seemed happy, not a bit of resentment, and he looked a million dressed in that new suit. No one would have guessed underneath it was a red ass that had just been paddled.
Aaron left and I headed for another day at my office.
At about 7 that evening, who walked in but Aaron just as Larry and I finished the table for dinner.
"Guess what?" he beamed. "The agency took me, the one I wanted, and is booking me for two shows already for more than I got before!"
"Wonderful!" I meant it!
"I knew you could do it. Congratulations!" Larry chimed in. "I'm really impressed!"
"Thanks. You're the ones who encouraged me. I know I can make it now. I mean, like I've got no choice, have I?" he smiled privately my way, "and besides I've thought about it and decided I want to use some of the income to enroll in night school. Time I go after a college degree!"
Looking at me, "Thank you. Will you help me with school?"
To be sure we turned the evening into a party. Later Tom phoned for Larry and Larry told even him Aaron's news. Then we heard Larry laughing on the phone before he hung up.
"What was so funny?"
"Oh, just Tom." He said. "Harry paddled him tonight and to him it's a federal case."
"He'll get used to it, no matter who he is, after all, I have." Aaron added.
"Why didn't you tell him you're going to get paddled after dinner too?" I asked. Aaron looked surprised.
"I was hoping you'd forget!" Larry looked embarrassed, after glancing quickly at Aaron.
"No way," I replied. "You know what you did to earn it tonight."
"Yes, Sir."
"After dinner," was all I said.
"Wow!," exclaimed Aaron. "Do I get to watch you paddle Larry?"
"Of course." I smiled at Larry who turned beat red, shifting in his chair.
"How about help?" Aaron smiled broadly while Larry turned even redder if that was possible! "I'm always willing to help a brother in need." Aaron was laughing now.
I just smiled. Let Larry worry. No harm.
Aaron and I tried to get Larry involved in a conversation over the next few hours as we made and ate dinner, but he was mainly silent. The closer we got to the end of the meal the worse he looked. By dessert, he was sweating.
"OK, guys," I said as Aaron was clearing the table, "let's take that trip down to the basement now and give Larry his paddling."
Larry didn't look up, he just stood up and walked toward the basement door. We followed.
"What'd he do?" Aaron was all questions.
I had Larry tell him.
"_s_h_i_t_, Larry," Aaron commented. "You're lucky she didn't force you to go down on her and _f_u_c_k_ her. Then she's got this favorite toy of hers that she straps around her waist with a big dildo on it. When she bends you over the bed and treats you to it, it's like heaven, but it can really hurt like hell, especially if she's paddled you first. Guess, though she probably wouldn't have given you the full treatment, though, with Cal there, come to think of it. She did it to me, like all the time. Said she wanted her boy to feel how it was to be treated like women always were. Sometimes, it was HOT, like when she told me to strip down while her friends were sitting around there watching me have to take it. I didn't really like it, but like when she took me in, I'd been around some. But, like Larry, how'd it feel having a woman spank your bare butt the first time?"
"Parts of it were hot, but. . . well, ah, honestly I really prefer it here."
"Gee, no problem." Aaron winked. "So do I."
I let them talk, then I pulled Larry in front of me, unbuttoned his belt and fly and I pulled down his tight jeans, then his white briefs. Standing there with his pants clumped at his ankles and only a white T-shirt over his chest, his _c_o_c_k_, balls, and bare ass were exhibited for anyone to see. Aaron not only looked, he walked around Larry for an even closer look. "Gees, what a stud!" Aaron exclaimed in his naive natural way. Larry was beat red and I knew what he was thinking about Aaron's watching.
"God, Larry, you got a nice tight ass on you, kid." Aaron continued and I let him. "Maybe some night Cal'll leave me in charge and I'll spank it for you?"
Larry, his face flaming red, was clearly feeling it now. His eyes followed Aaron around the room, afraid Aaron might grab him, I was sure. I let this go on for awhile; then when I tired, pulled the naked boy over my lap, spanking then paddling him, oblivious to his crying, begging, pleading, and promises, while Aaron stood watching, smirking, and enjoying.
Then, why not, I pulled down Aaron's pants and underwear, leaving him standing like that, until I pulled him over my lap, spanking and paddling him while Larry stood watching and grinning broadly. Now it was Aaron's turn and his tears, pleading, begging showed turn about in this case was fair play!
Soon both boys stood in the corners, two red bare asses on display as I read the paper. T-shirts and socks, nothing else, I enjoyed it! When either found it impossible to stand still -- Aaron was first -- a few moments with my hand re-warming the ass, encourage their focus. Both would pay, I said, if either squirmed. Thus when I finished the paper, I took both down into the basement and bent them both over the saw horse side by side together, and paddled them both to tears. They cried together and cried hard and loud before I tired, sending them to their rooms later.
Tomorrow would be another day.
I now had two boys to spank when they needed it. That's exactly what I intended to do!
A few hours later I took my small paddle out of the kitchen drawer and climbed the stairs. It was time to check Larry's homework and, of course, to paddle his ass if it wasn't right. As I walked into his room, he saw the paddle in my right hand and knew what was coming: I had decided to paddle his ass! He handed me his homework and when I took it, he stood up and pulled down his briefs so his ass was bare and ready for me. Even though his homework was mostly OK, I spanked him over my lap strung out across his bed anyway, just because I felt like it, putting him to bed in tears later. It was his third that evening.
Now was the time to begin taking both boys into the next realm! (To be continued. . ..)