Larry (12) - First Aaron


by Cal <100622.2517@compuserve.com>

By the time Thursday night rolled around, lots had happened. Aaron, Larry and I sat there in the dining room finishing a rather quiet dinner Aaron had meticulously prepared with all his gourmet skills (which were considerable and appreciated). Larry had sat quietly, pushing his food around on his plate and sniffled and wiggled through out the whole meal after the spanking I'd given him before I sat him down at the table and told him to eat! It hadn't been a bit deal. Just one of those things that happen now and then, after all. He'd come home unexpectedly with a "C" on a quiz, so I'd walked him straight to my woodworking shed, taken off both his jeans and briefs, and then taken his bare bottom over my knees and spanked him. He'd tried to play the stoic and just take it, but that didn't last too long until my attention to his then white but bare bottom got him to wheezing and then squeezing uncomfortably and clenching for all he was worth as I turned it red. It doesn't matter how many times a boy that age is spanked. When it comes time to punish him for something stupid, he squirms and tries to get out of it as much as he did that very first time. Soon, over my knee with my hand applying some quality education, the tears came as he let loose and we got it over with. Just a nice, good spanking of my boy just before dinner time. Aaron and I were, however, by that time in the evening at the dinner table, still both enjoying his discomfort as his lesson sank deeply in.

No big deal. The guy just needed a spanking, that's all.

"You know, Larry, I expect better than a 'C'."

"I know, Sir. No excuses. None at all. It won't happen again." He was squirming on the hard chair as he sat with his briefs on, staring at his plate. His red tender ass was on that hard wooden chair with only cotton briefs for protection. Not much protection, though. He stretched his thighs one way, then the other, tried crossing his knees, everything, as he tried to find a comfortable position. He was uncomfortable and embarrassed at the table, and that's just how I wanted to see him. A "C" was not to be in the cards.

"Come on, Larry," Aaron said. "It happens. Don't be so hard on yourself, brother."

"So tonight Larry, your jeans are off. Briefs, that's it. And the same for you, Aaron."

"Hey, what'd I do?"

"Briefs are all what I want to see on either your asses tonight. Got it? Or, would you like you and me to visit the same shed Larry just left earlier?" I looked right at him and smiled.

"No! Sir." His tone was obedient as he quickly pushed back his chair, stood and took off his slacks. He folded them, laid them on a nearby chair, then stepped beside where I was sitting. His white briefs were peekingly visible under the tails of his shirt. "This better, Sir, or shall I take off my shirt as well?"

I felt his solid ass beside me, "You're fine, boy." I smiled. He always seemed to have a sense of humour. "By the way, Harry and Tom are coming by tomorrow night, Friday. Both of you wear those black jogging shorts, jocks underneath, and black T's, that's it."

"Really?" Larry sounded surprised at this. He suddenly stopped staring at his plate and looked up.

"You heard me. Harry seems to have a thing about you both, so we'll let a bit peak out but hide the rest, nothing more than he'd notice at the pool sometimes anyway. Harry's apparently still having problems with Tom. He doesn't seem to understand how to discipline the boy and seems to think the only time he can strip Tom down is for punishment. He mixes punishment with wanting to see some skin around the house. No wonder he's having trouble. Hell, it isn't clear in his own mind." I mused partly to myself, but partly for their benefits. "Tom's got to be confused about what's expected of him as well. So let's show him how you two are around the house sometimes? Maybe he'll get the picture and somehow understand how to be in charge around his own house? Who knows?"

"Ugh." It was Larry, "Harry?"

"Euch." Added Aaron. "He's old, fat and ugly."

"Careful! OK, true, but Harry's taken Tom in and ought to get the same obedience and results out of Tom I get from Larry." Larry blushed. "I've told him. When Larry's work's poor, his pants come off and his little bare fanny gets spanked, like tonight. Huh, Larry."

"Ah, yes, Sir. No problem, Sir." Larry was still smarting from earlier and didn't need any reminders that his bottom was bright red right now after his earlier trip across my knee.

"It's real simple." I continued lecturing. "When you want to spank a boy, you take his pants down and spank him hard on his bare fanny. That's it! And when you want him stripped, maybe show some skin to remind him who's boss, you strip him or dress him like you want him. No reason necessary. Like tonight."

I reached up and yanked down Aaron's briefs to his knees, grabbing his buns, jerking him toward me, his _c_o_c_k_ hidden by his shirt tails.

"Hey!" Aaron responded naturally.

"Right, Aaron?"

"Up to you, Sir!" He recovered nicely standing there exposed.

"You got that one right it is under this roof and you both know it. The problem Harry has is Tom doesn't know it." I lifted his shirt tail and took his _c_o_c_k_ and balls in my hand, inspecting them, as he began to expand in my hand. "Looks like your hot tonight. Take care of it later."

"Up to you, Sir." Aaron blushed wildly but I knew he enjoyed a slight public inspection now and then, so I flipped him around patting his bottom.

"Looks pretty nice and white to me, boy. How longs it been since I spanked this for you, boy?"

He fidgeted but he knew how to play. "Too long, Sir, but you could correct that real fast, Sir." He started to bend over my lap, but I pushed him up. I looked at his ass and patted it.

Instead. . . "Right," I slapped it, "Maybe I will."

"Up to you, Sir. I know who's in charge. What would you like me to do, Sir?" His tone and eyes showed concern but we both knew he would bend over my knee right now if I told him to. Both boys knew by now how to behave around me and what was expected of them no matter what I told them to do. They had felt the consequences of less than 100% immediate obedience on their bare asses many times and knew how to strip and knew how to call the shots.

"Now you see, this is what Tom needs to learn. How to obey. Maybe I'll spank you when they're here. Get Harry thinking. Go put a thong on. I want this bottom nice and bare tonight. Thong for Aaron; briefs, for Larry. He's already had one tonight, but that don't mean I'd hesitate to give his fanny another if he need it. OK, guys, hope to it! Let's hit the books."

"You actually gonna' spank Tom this time?" Larry asked cautiously. "Last time was interesting. He sure looked surprised!"

"No plans yet. Who knows?" I replied truthfully.

"If Harry's really hot on Larry, why don't you depants him and spank him tomorrow night so Harry sees how to do it?" Aaron was setting the stage. I knew what he was doing and he knew I knew.

"Hey, what you saying that for?" Larry objected. "Why not you?"

"Harry likes teenage boys. Your department, kid."

"Up yours!"

"OK, knock it off or I'll spank you both in front of him. Let him see you both real well." I smiled at them while they both looked at me with stone faces. Silence. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Now come on, let's clean up and hit them books."

Both helped. They had both spent time around the house before in briefs, or less. Both knew what consequences would follow any argument or hint of disobedience. Larry was always the most naturally shy and reserved, but he looked good working around the kitchen with his red ass peeking out from under his white hip hugging briefs. Aaron's entering the house had the unintentional effect of opening him up a bit. He worked around after pealing down his briefs and let his _c_o_c_k_ swing freely with it and his ass bare under his flopping shirt tails while we dried dishes and talked on.

Both could be fairly easily embarrassed, but Larry still humiliated most easily and turned beat red, especially when Aaron would swat his already very red bottom later than evening as he laid spread out there on the living room floor studying. It was obvious from the red of that flaming skin peeking out from under where his briefs had ridden up that he'd been spanked. I like that look on him and patted his briefs now and then myself. I liked the control I had over both of them and knew how to use it!

Kathy had strictly trained Aaron to enjoy being toyed with, though he hated the pain his discipline and punishments brought and tried everything to avoid them. But, he did like being forced and always exhibited pride in his naked body. After he put on a thong he settled into doing his own homework. I took his shirt off him and marveled at his exotic manner, rippling definition. From the comments at dinner, he expected he'd feel the flat of my hand across his own bottom sometime tonight. Consequently he did everything possible to built up his own _s_e_x_ual tension to make the inevitable more bearable. It was like having my own private sensual dancer, stripped and exhibiting himself for my pleasure. And pleasure was what he brought for sure.

I helped Larry with some homework, then Aaron more briefly. Then they worked with the weights we had set up in a corner of the basement. Both were _s_e_x_y, good looking studs with solid definition, though Larry had the benefits of natural youth. As they bench pressed, the progress they had made on their abs was apparent. Maybe I'd cancel T-shirts for Friday night? Bike jocks or thongs might be interesting? Aaron was enticing, but I still sent him off to bed without a spanking. There just wasn't a reason.

But Aaron stayed on my mind the next day. He needed more attention but I didn't have any extra time think much. Kathy had trained him in serving and her whole house revolved around the scene. I didn't want to go that far or into all that for lots of reasons, not in the least being Larry's presence; yet I didn't want him to loose his desire for servitude simply because I was not demanding enough. When he came home Larry was outside working on the yard. As usual, Aaron walked in looking like a GQ fashion model. God, he was handsome. He was smiling ear to ear.

"Strip down to your waist, boy" was all I said.

He did so quickly and without hesitation. Then, I did something I'd thought about all day. I got down on my haunches and reached around his waist to unloosen his belt, unbuttoning his slacks. They were too tight on his thighs to drop but did slip down partly over his ass leaving his white briefs in full view, sticking out nicely, at eye level. While he stood there, I pealed them down his ass, turning his body slightly, one bun then the other came into sight. I'd pulled his briefs just to the bottom of his ass, still hooked over his _c_o_c_k_. He was uncomfortable as I took down his briefs exposing his bare ass, then left him standing, wondering what was going on as I just looked closely. I took my time, looking at those two well formed mounds, pushing my fingers lower and lower between them as I looked at them, squeezing and touching them. Forcing him to stand silent and submit to my examination of sorts, my hand slipped between his thighs spreading them as much as I could with his slacks and briefs constricting his movements, probing until I felt the softness just under his balls. My finger tested his pucker. The boy was mine. I needed to find ways to be more demanding of his body much more frequently and to take him more frequently, forcing him to give me more and more of his body especially against his will.

Aaron didn't like my suddenly inspecting his bare ass like this, and his uncomfortableness showed as he shifted on his feet causing his buns to move seductively. Too bad. I enjoyed it and especially his discomfort. This was his first, but I liked it so much this inspection became a ritual I forced him to submit to more frequently when he came in, and no matter who happened to be here to watch it and see his ass. I'd been looking to force him into something he didn't enjoy. I had found it!

"You like me checking out your little bare bottom when you come home, boy?" I had said that night.

"No, Sir, I don't like it at all and wish you wouldn't do it. Kathy used to examined me when I came home too. I got used to that, but this is humiliating. I can't see what you're doing. One of Kathy's rules required me to always take off all my cloths at the front door and go naked to her with them in my hands anytime I came in. She'd take them and make me stand there, pushing my hands behind my back while she looked me over so she could take my _c_o_c_k_ in her hands to see if I'd given any away during the day. I don't know how she could tell, but she could. Sometimes, yea, it was hot coming in, having to strip off everything at the door, and walk in naked for a _s_e_x_ exam. And, not knowing who might be there to watch her give me my exam, I mean like, WOW! She'd take my _c_o_c_k_ in her hands to see if it got up right away. She didn't want anybody touching me without her permission or my touching it at all, so when I didn't get hard fast enough to suit her I'd get bent over the kitchen table and paddled."

"Each time I went home I worried about not getting it up fast enough for her and earning a paddling. It was easiest to get it up when some stranger was there to watch her examine me. Take my _c_o_c_k_ and balls in her hand and all. I don't know why. But, just not knowing who might be there to watch her test me, maybe paddle me - Wow. It both scared and excited me, but when I was tired or had had a bad day it was awesome! Her friends, maybe people I knew, sometime guys I'd never seen before or chicks, I never knew who'd be there. Sometimes she'd tell them to check me out. Guys, too. That's when I realized how hot it was to be forced to let a guy check me out or bend me over. She'd call me her Slave and sometimes forced me down on them no matter who they were or what they looked like. I had to serve, do as she said. Do it, or get the paddle!"

I'd hit a nerve and I let him continue talking.

"I wasn't allowed cloths in her house, just a silk powder blue robe I had to let hang open. OK, if I'm honest with you, yea, I liked being kept like that, showing what I had and forced to serve. It made me feel her power 'cause she was always dressed but I didn't like other people there. She liked my _c_o_c_k_, and she'd force me to serve anytime. When I couldn't, I'd go over her lap for a punishment spanking with her hand and when my ass was real hot she'd shove her little finger up it and excite me more. It always worked. Then she'd finish me off with a little whip she had made just the right length for under my cheeks and my thighs. It hurt like hell, but it always turned me on so I could really perform for her. She always kept that whip with her and she used it all the time to make it good for her.

"There's a story behind that whip too. Soon after she took me home the first night, well, she took me to one of those custom leather shops in the city. Then, in the middle of the store, well, she just reached over all of a sudden and started taking off my belt. _s_h_i_t_, I didn't know what to do. The owner was standing there watching her do it. Then she just unbuttoned my fly and pulled my slacks down with my Jockeys. Hell, I was standing bare assed in the middle of the store. I was too shocked to know what to do. I was too new to all this but I didn't want to give her an excuse to beat me and I knew even then she would if I crossed her, so I stood still. She and the owner talked about me as if I wasn't there. He got a stool and she sat down right there and bend me over her lap so the owner could measure exactly the right length for what she called 'A little treat.'

"She and that owner spread my buns, talked about it, and measured me just where she wanted 'my treat' to land when it was time to give it to me. It was as if I wasn't even there. I wasn't completely sure what she was ordering but it was both humiliating and hot being bare over her lap in the middle of the store while the owner felt and measured me with a tape measure. A customer came in and saw me like that, but the owner just told him to wait and she pushed my head down forcing my ass up even more. Being treated that way really turned me on! It was cool and I was really hot and up when we went home!

"But the worst was when she sent me to pick it up. When I walked in, the little black leather whip was sitting there plain as daylight on the counter. But, he wouldn't let me have it until I dropped my slacks and shorts and bent over his lap there in plain daylight -- hell anyone could have walked in -- and he kept me like that, over his lap, while he kept feeling my ass and between it and under my thighs telling me he wasn't about to send me home to Kathy without being sure it was exactly what she had needed. When he got around to testing it on my ass and my thighs, I thought I'd die, but I had to let him do it to me because if I didn't and he told her, I'd be in worse trouble and, hell, she'd have given me to him anyway, if he'd asked her. Finally I got out of there with just a few stripes on my ass."

"And Kathy didn't waste no time trying it out on me either. She immediately liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. After dinner, I went over her knees and she really whipped my ass with it for no reason at all! No preliminaries, nothing. She pushed my head down on the floor so my ass was straight up and she pinned my one leg apart forcing me to spread them so she could land them right under there with her new 'little treat.' I've never felt anything that hurt that much from the first slash on. You should have heard me screaming and crying, and I mean really crying right away. I've never known anything could turn me around so fast! I'll admit it. I was real scared of her when she had that little whip. It didn't matter how much I didn't want to do something she wanted me to do, all she had to do was threaten to get it and whatever she wanted me to do - no matter what - I did it! Hell, even today if she showed up here with it, you'd see how fast I could strip down and do whatever she wanted for sure. Jeez, it could make me behave and get me going!"

I was still looking at his nice bare bottom while listening to Aaron's story. What he didn't know was Kathy had mailed me that little whip she'd had custom made for his own bare bottom "to add to my collection." I hadn't realized it's significance to him, but I made a point of think I'd re-introduce it to him soon. Should be fun. But, in the meantime. . .

"Interesting, Aaron." I mused out loud, patting his bottom. "Yep, sounds to me like that little whip played a real important role in your up bringing. You should be happy she cared enough to have it made for you 'cause you got a real nice bottom on you, just begging for more training. I'll admit I enjoy spanking it myself and have no intention of stopping," I said, slapping it hard.

"Ou. . .I know, I know" he said wiggling it where my palm had left an imprint, "I like it when you, you know, the way you take control of me. I mean like, from the first night when you forced me, Hell, I was scared _s_h_i_t_less, by I knew you were what I needed. You're my master and I'll serve you as long as you'll have me. Sure, some day's you're hard on me -- like paddling me really hard -- but I'm _d_a_m_n_ed lucky you keep me." He squirmed and looked over his shoulder at me, "I'm ready for more."

"I know," Actually I felt lucky as I abruptly shoved my finger up his tight ass, propelling him upwards, causing him to stumble momentarily and clench it tightly against the invasion. My roughness was hurting him.

"Ah," he moaned, "Please, Sir!"

I ignored him and pushed it up further. He needed it! My left hand held him tightly by his arm, controlling him now.

"Ah. . . Sir! It hurts!" He was struggling, but his _c_o_c_k_ shot up straight. "Please, Sir! I'll be good for you! I promise! I'll obey! I'll obey!" His whole body tightened in response.

"Back, Boy! BACK!" Aaron inched his body back impaling himself on my finger. "Show me how you give your ass to me when I want it, boy! Back further!."

He was struggling, but he was obeying. He tossed his head back wildly now, hair flowing, as I reached around and pinched his pec hard, beginning to explore his stomach and _c_o_c_k_.

"Please Sir. Yeah!. . .Ah, Please."

Aaron needed his ass spanked, I knew that. It needed some red streaks. When you've had a real boy around for a while, you could always tell when it was time to warm his bare bottom for him. This was needed it. He needed to cry long, round, tears and get back to the basics of life. He needed a spanking. He was asking for it. I'd neglected him.

"How long's it been since I spanked you, Aaron?" I wasn't sure.

"Six days, Sir. That's all, Sir." He was squirming as I fingered him. His whole body was alive and jerking, impaled on my finger.

"So you're aching for one tonight?" I'd jerked my finger out, grabbed his bun and was holding it tightly, my left hand tight around his _c_o_c_k_ and balls.

"Aieeee. . . Yes, Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. . . Ahoooooo." I had grabbed his peck hard.

"So, my boy, that's what you want? You need me to spank this ass, Aaron?"

"Ouuu. . . Yes, please, yes. . . I need it. I need it, Sir. I've been bad. I need you to spank my ass. It's. . . It's overdue, Sir. . . I need a good spanking from you."

Aaron was moving his ass provocatively now. A hard spanking was exactly want he needed. Six days was too long. A boy Aaron's age shouldn't ever be allowed to go that long without at least one, a good old fashioned, over the knee one, if not given the feel of a paddle's finely polished wood across his ass. It's what keeps them going, motivated, and all. I knew that and usually took care to make sure Aaron got his. He was overdue now and needed one.

"You're right, it's overdue. I guess I've been neglecting my duty, but we could rectify it real quickly, make it up to you, put you over the spanking stool for a nice hard one right now." I smirked, my hand still grabbing his ass.

"NO! PLEASEEEE, not over that stool, please, Sir. I didn't do anything that wrong, Please."

Aaron had a healthy respect for the spanking stool, as I called it. It was a study oak stool holding plants in the kitchen when I wasn't using it otherwise. But when I made a boy bend over it, grabbing it's legs and resting his chest on the seat, it forced the rest of his body out and his ass up in the air. If I pushed his legs apart, it also opened his thighs and buns out in such a way that he had no hope of protection, and I could slap the most intimate parts of his bare bottom and inner thighs right where it always did him the most good. Both Larry and Aaron hated it when I forced them over that stool. It always meant a very severe spanking that had them in tears immediately and unable to sit comfortably for days! Just my mentioning of that stool had Aaron upset and concerned.

"Go get the stool," I said firmly.

"Please, Sir. Please, not over the stool! I want to go over your lap, please, please, Sir!"

"Get it." I repeated and he knew better than to have me repeat it again.

Aaron hobbled over, his feet restricted by his jeans and briefs still half down, as quickly as he could bringing the stool back, putting in the center of the room. He looked scared and well he should. The last time I'd bent him over it for punishment, I'd used my leather paddle on his ass until I'd got it red, then I'd forced his legs wide apart, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls hanging down freely, his buns separated nicely. No boy likes to be that exposed and vulnerable, especially with an older man standing over his ass with a paddle he's about to use on him.

Aaron was no exception. I'd spanked him that time with my hand until the insides of his buns were as red as the paddle had made the rest of his ass. But, then I used the paddle on his thighs. His cries and pleas that night could have been heard in the next county. And, of course, I had finished him off that time, as I always did, by giving him a good hard hand spanking over my lap. His attitude had improved real fast after that night. Aaron was real careful around me. That's how I wanted him.

But I decide when he gets spanked, not him. Tonight was just enjoyment. Still when I sat on the stool myself, he looked relieved until I pulled him over my lap, confusing him. I patted his ass, bending him forward, as if about to reward him with just a good hand spanking. "You understand what I want from you, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm ready for my punishment, Sir!" he said, pushing his ass up for me so I could spank it more easily if I choose to, offering, anything to avoid the spanking stool which he dreaded so much.

He looked good, ass bare, up, across my lap, my hand on it, wanting to spank it hard, reducing him to the whimpering, teary boy he needed to be under my command. I pulled down his briefs down to his ankles. Then I hit his ass hard enough to leave my hand print! Aaron was sure this was it. He was about to get his spanking. He gritted his teeth to take it from me, but that one hard slap was all I gave him.

"Thong night for you, boy." I said. "Go put one on and get your ass back down here!" The spanking stool was sitting there, waiting.

"Yes, Sir." He stood, hobbled out of his pants and shorts, and ran up the stairs naked two at a time. Within minutes he was back in the kitchen in only his tight black thong and a black loose tank-top. Just like I wanted him.

The thong made Aaron's ass even more attractive with that black string coming around his waist and disappearing between his buns. It was not quite big enough to hold his _c_o_c_k_ and when I'd stroke his ass or slap it, his _c_o_c_k_ would grow and peak out the top, stretching the cloth as his balls fell half out too. Overall the effect was very _s_e_x_y, especially in his half tank top barely covering his chest, leaving his stomach and abs naked. High black sweat socks completed the look. The guy was beautiful, ready. Aaron knew, no matter how strange it might seem to outsiders, discipline and corporal punishment were what he needed and wanted. He wanted to serve. No hurry. With a guy that exotic, he was too good to be true. He'd be around a long time, but he needed more than I had been giving him.

Just about then the front door slammed . . . (to be continued)


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