The next few weeks were extremely busy for both of us; and thus while we shared dinner and he continued to want to stay over a lot, there just was not any reason, nor much time, to continue this young man's training. We did not even get around to talking about those pictures on his loft wall, though I knew sometime we would. Instead we talked about everything else under the sun and enjoyed more quiet evenings with him frequently still working on sanding down his paddle. Those days, after I had spanked him that day in his loft bedroom, he seemed to have gained a new understanding of the importance of having that paddle nice and smooth before I used it on him!
Actually he was fine! Larry was in and out for a four day brief period and we all talked a lot. The two boys got along just fine from the very beginning though that did not really surprise me given that even Larry still has a paddle and, to be sure, he had it with him!
Actually there was only one moment when I abruptly pulled Julian over and spanked him some though actually more playfully. It was one late evening just before we were heading to bed when he jokingly referred to me as "Pops"!
Moments later as he was streaking with laughter and beyond himself, I had him over my knees with his Jockeys down and was spanking his bare bottom. "Pops"??? I am 48!
I cannot say either of us took that spanking too seriously as I too ended up laughing. Nevertheless, his bare bottom was red anyway. Still, spanking him in jest is not something I wanted to do very often! Here a spanking is usually a more serious event (and should be). Anyway . . .
Watching his buns react and respond while I tended to them over my knees even more playfully reminded me that he was still a young man who very much deserved more training and I should not neglect that for too much longer.
We had initially set down some basic rules together for him. Nothing major. Most related to things he was having trouble completing on time for his studio courses and, of course, being on time. But, he seemed to have adjusted quit nicely to being around me with both of us working. Still no matter where we were Julian was conscious of the way things were now and knew he was now subject to getting spanked at any time at all. Regardless of that, Julian responded nicely to his new regime and appeared to fit in well with comfort. Discipline was something he still needed and he instinctively seemed to know that too. For example, Julian often joked about "needing a pat or two" or would ask at night about how his "behavior" had been that day? Then he would laugh, especially if I would say, "not bad, but you better be careful." I knew another holiday was approaching.
But Julian always obeyed well and would jump to do anything I asked him to do, including when I told him he to go to bed one night when he was exhausted, just before he had a major project to present the next day.
In the house he still favored wearing those white cotton Jockeys that fit him so well and not much else besides a shirt sometimes. And no matter what, if I told him to take it off, immediately he did so regardless of what he was doing. Still, Julian was getting closer, we both knew. He had had one very long weekend of training, but one weekend, even a holiday weekend, does not make a young man into what he needs to be. His paddle was almost finished and he and I both knew it would not be a deterrent until he knew what it felt like. That time was getting closer. Possibly the next holiday weekend I would take him away alone again and take his education further?
As things would have it, though, the end of several weeks later we both independently received formal invitations to a reception for a visiting sculptor.
For me, it was one of those social type receptions with _c_o_c_k_tails that you end up having to attend whether you want to or not. This one was not one I wanted to go to, but at least some of the other guests were friendly and interesting. We had both gone together, looked at the art and then were circulating while doing our "things" independently.
Julian looked as good as always and certainly dressed to look the part of a formal guest. I had done so also though my attire was strictly more business-like while his showed his own more artistic background. His slacks were tight enough to give clear indication of his good buns and basket even though he did not dress in any sense provocatively. As he moved or walked or leaned against the bar, however, anyone really watching would have probably noticed. I did!
Still the punch was too weak and after a while, I was feeling bored and ready to get out of there as soon a it was polite to do so!
"That one really seems to stay close to you. Watches you all the time. Almost seems to hang on your every word he does." The man who said that surprised me when he came up behind me unannounced. He was a well known artist and a very good one who circled frequently in the community.
"Does he?" I knew he was referring to Julian who was talking to one of the artist's models he knew across the room.
"You whip him? Maybe recently? He's very attentive." The question itself did not surprise me as I knew he frequented leather bars openly and was well known for that, but the abruptness of the question surely did and especially here tonight!
"Nah, not usually. It's not necessary really. A hand on his bare ass is usually more than enough to settle that young one down and pull him back in line." Try to meet him on his own turf. At least try . . ..
"You must mean you spank him though?" he seemed surprised though I was not sure why he should be as he himself was widely known to paddle his own boyfriends frequently and severely?
"Sure, he's with me. Thought you knew that?" To heck with games, I was tired of them.
"Yea, but . . .."
"But nothing. That's the way it is. When he needs one, I give it to him. It's dependable in his life and he lives with it. Been good for him too."
"You spank him often then?"
"Depends on what you mean by 'often'?" I replied honestly. "Sometimes he gets in a rut or maybe you'd call it one of his moods. And, yea, when that happens he tends to screw up things and, sure, it gets him in trouble and he gets them a lot while I work him through it. Other times he'll go for a while and not need one. Then, what can I say? Something will happen and I'll have him back over the old knee for one. Sometimes seems to almost run in cycles."
"How's he take it?"
"That one? Julian? Pretty much like any other boy his age. When he knows he's going to get spanked, he becomes sullen, very quiet, even a little agitated, and he kind of stays off to the side, out of the way; but he's learned by now that when he's going to get one, arguing or coming up with excuses isn't going to help him much cause he's still going to get turned over and get spanked anyway. Got to be dependable to be worth it. His are. Usually he seems to know what I'm thinking and I'll notice him watching me intently before I take him aside and strip him down. I'll tell you one thing, he doesn't like it at all when I take him aside, says he finds it embarrassing; but he likes it even less when I go at him and start to take his own pants down. That young man likes to think he should be in charge of his own pants at least and can take them down himself. Sorry, but no way," I went on in a way that I knew would provoke this guy. "That one with his fine _c_o_c_k_ and tight ass is mine, and I'll take them down any time I want to. Even better that he doesn't like it that way. He always wants to talk a lot and gives normal kind of excuses. Actually he's real good with promises, especially after I've stripped him." I was half laughing by now. ". . . become a genius at 'em. Really creative ones too, but after he's given it his best shot and then some, what can I say, when he's turned over and bare, he becomes just like any other young man his age getting spanked. It's discipline. Wiggles beautifully, too. Got great little buns on him. Can really move them too. He's a good boy to spank."
"Understand. I mean I'd l-o-v-e to see him getting his pants pulled down and spanked over your knee. Bet his ass looks so good trying to avoid it but getting it anyway. Must be great to see. Beautiful boy. Must have a great body! Always looks super hot at things like this. I've tried to get him to talk for years. _d_a_m_n_ it, why's he talking to you!" Though he was speaking to me, he was staring at Julian across the room.
"No question, he is a beauty. Got a good tight ass and he's well endowed in the _c_o_c_k_ and balls department too, but it doesn't matter. When he needs spanked, he gets spanked. That's just the way it is."
"I'd really love to see him get it sometime. Any chance?" He was not about to back down on this one apparently.
"What can I say? There's always 'a chance,' but then again who knows? What attracts you so to Julian?" For me, I was making conversation.
"Not sure. Think it's his emotions he gives off and something about his manner. Reminds me of a 'Yaley.' He seems academic, moody and off in thought, you know, pensive, emotional, I guess I'd say like he's almost above it all and somewhere else at times, but the moment you walk back close to him he comes alive."
"Really?" His words sounded strange to me, but obviously he had been watching Julian more than just casually. "Can't say I've noticed any of that, but then again, I'd sure like to."
By this time I was smiling deeply to myself. "Guess I have a unique perspective on him. He's got a LOT on the ball and is just one hell of a nice guy once your get to know him. Smart too."
"But he stays so close to you."
"Maybe I'm staying close to him."
"OK, it's a matter of perspective. I'd still love to see him get it. If he were around me, I'd handle that one a lot, give him a lot more too. Cute guy. Why don't you take advantage of the situation you've got with him and really give it to him? I mean, hell, imagine what he'd look like in chaps with his ass bare open there encased in leather for you to see and strung up tight for a session with the whip, waiting for it, struggling, _c_o_c_k_ out front?"
"Sure, no doubt he'd look good, but he doesn't need the whip."
"OK, have it your way; but come on, sometime let me watch him get spanked some day? OK?"
Well, that one, I thought to myself, I would have to think about that, but later, not here, not now, maybe some other time. Time to change the subject.
"What about you? You spank Bruce a lot, don't you?"
"Bruce? Hell no, not into all that moochie smoochie vanilla stuff. Still prefer leather on him. Forces the best out in a boy when he's bound and straining against some cuffs and knows he's really going to feel it. He loves it too. You ought to see his _c_o_c_k_ stand out when I string him up. Got him a new harness for his Birthday. He looks very hot in it. Come see him sometime. I'll whip him anytime you want."
"Guess it takes an invitation with a date, but sometime, sure, why not? You inviting Julian too?"
He nodded positively. "Julian's ALWAYS welcome." Then he looked over at Bruce, his most recent boy. "See Bruce standing over there talking?"
I did.
"Bet even you can't guess he's got a harness on with a tight _c_o_c_k_ ring and leather thong binding him right now. Going to introduce him to a _d_i_l_d_o_ soon, but that one isn't at that point quite yet. Give me a couple of weeks though. He'll be begging for my paddle."
I smiled to myself. Bruce looked like most good looking blond guys in a coat and tie though I suppose he might have looked a bit uncomfortable if you let your imagination run. How would I know? Could not say I had been watching Bruce, though, because I had not noticed him earlier at all. Julian looked the similar, only much better from my point of view, and I knew for sure he only wore boxers tonight under his slacks.
But he was not waiting for a reply from me anyway. "And when I get him home he's got some heavy 'smoking' to do and a solid date with my new leather paddle. Knows he's got it coming too. I'm gonna' stripe his ass raw tonight. Don't mind telling you either. That's why he's over there avoiding me but won't much matter when I take him home and cuff him. Really turns him on. You're too soft on a young one, that Julian. Hell, leather keeps them up and begging for more and there ain't nothing like a good leather paddle across their ass each night to remind them to be good and loyal to you. Insures they're gonna' perform real well too, believe me. Doesn't hurt 'em in the morning either," he chuckled to himself. "You're too easy on Julian. He needs to feel real leather and some serious discipline wouldn't hurt him either. Hell, at his age he needs it! Come on, let me come over watch you strap him sometime? I'll even bring the strap along for him."
Julian was over by the bar, sipping something or other. Neither of us drank much, if ever. To me he looked good leaning against the bar there, sports jacket, loud designer tie and all and he seemed at ease. Julian was always comfortable in social functions anyway. He was used to them, but tonight he seemed to reek confidence and, yea, he looked especially good. I was smiling inside. Seemed to me there was absolutely never anything wrong with his "performance"! But was I missing something? I liked him as he was but there was merit in what this other guy was saying. Boys do respond well to a leather strap too, I knew.
Julian just them caught my eye looking over at him and came walking over. My "friend" had apparently given up on our conversation and moved on to talk to another person, at least for now.
"Who's that guy you've been talking with?" he asked certainly unaware of my conversation.
"Old acquaintance, real casual I guess you'd call him, from several years ago. Not close really, not at all. Just an old acquaintance. Some of his work is displayed here tonight." I did not choose to add an old acquaintance who wants to see you get your ass whipped! Anyway the artist was older than I, though Bruce, the boy he said was wearing a harness, was in his late twenties. Both were far more established and well known in some "circles" than I ever came close to being (or had any desire to be!). Most weekends both of them dressed in full leather and went out a lot. Both seemed to know everyone.
"He seemed to be talking to you very intently," Julian commented in observation.
"I'd say so," I replied. "He was asking me about you."
"Me!?!" Julian seemed very surprised. "Does he know me? I don't think I've ever seen him before, but you talk to a lot of people at these kind of things."
"That doesn't mean he wouldn't like to see you." I added and stopped.
"_d_a_m_n_. Not sure I know what that might mean," Julian smiled and squeezed my bicep. "Not sure I want to either."
"Probably a good idea. Anyway, not worth worrying about now. How you making out tonight?"
"Fine, talked with some interesting people. Made some good connections that might be helpful later on too."
"Good. You ready to go somewhere and catch dinner?"
"Anytime you are, Boss," he joked.
"Then that nice bottom of yours maybe needs some attention later. How long's it been, couple of weeks?"
"Jeeze, don't say that so loudly. Please. Not here. Someone might hear you," Julian pleaded, started to turn red, and seemed really concerned. He looked around nervously to see who might have been close enough to have heard me. Several people were.
"Doesn't matter. I told you I was going to spank you tonight, didn't I?" I spoke clearly enough that others could have heard if they were of a mind to be ease dropping, but I already knew no one nearby mattered and no one, in fact, was listening..
My mention of the word "spank" made Julian even more outwardly nervous. His face paled as he looked around even more. No boy, after all, likes others to hear they are going to get their ass spanked later! Makes no difference if he knows them or not. Young men always wants to keep it quiet and real private like! Julian was no exception.
He moved closer to me and spoke more quietly, "Ah, no, I don't think you said that, but I hear you now and, please, you don't have to repeat it, please, I know what you say goes, OK, OK, if you say so," he came even closer and whispered in my ear, "but maybe after a good dinner you'll forget about spanking me and go for something far nicer. A boy can hope, after all, can't he?" Julian was red faced but calmer now.
Knowing no one was watching as we stood in a crowd, I very gently placed my palm on the seat of his slacks and nodded toward the door. We were leaving. As we began to make our way through the crowd on our way out toward the door, I whispered back, "Now Julian, my boy, you of all people should know by now that I of all people know what a cute 'nice' ass you've got hidden under those slacks and when I tell you it's going to get spanked later I'm unlikely to forget about it either. Now, am I?"
"Unfortunately not, Sir. Jeeze, Sir!"
He got my point. "OK, now let's talk about dinner. Someplace nice tonight. We're dressed for it."
"You're on, Sir."
Shortly thereafter, pausing to say goodbye to some friends mingling about, we left together.
After a long dinner during which we again seemed to talk about and solve every world problem that exists these days, we both went back to my place, but regardless of my threat or promises earlier (depending on your point of view), I did not spank him. We simply fell asleep.
Although Julian did not know it then, I was thinking about soon going to paddle him too. His paddle was almost ready. Still a boy's paddle does not do him much good in guiding his behavior until he knows what it feels like when you turn him over and take that wood to the far underside of his buns. A young man needs to feel it so he knows why he wants to avoid it. Maybe your own boy will not want to admit that to you, but they all know it. Soon, real soon, Julian would need to feel it too. I knew that. Secretly, so did he as he had almost completed it. But Julian would also soon be ready for a nice long introduction to an old fashioned calming . . . just something a boy needs too . . . when he is ready.
To be continued . . .