That slamming door was jarring. Half shook the whole house. And then Larry came in the room, tossing his books on the table, while looking at Aaron. Larry stood there dressed in his normal tight white T-shirt, tight jeans, and books, normal school dress. He smiled broadly, looking at the way Aaron was dressed.
"Whooo! What's this? Spanking stool's out? What'd you do? You really gonna' get it this time, Huh, Aaron?" his tone was surprisingly arrogant, challenging. Aaron turned scarlet, dropping his hands to cover his thong encased _c_o_c_k_.
"Maybe," he replied, "Unlike you, little brother, I know what I need." he looked at me cautiously "And I ain't afraid to get it either, if you know what I mean."
Larry smiled back.
"Don't be so sure it won't be you over the stool tonight too, Larry my boy." I shot back. The interchanged has caught me by surprise. "Your questioning is out of line. Go get out of those jeans and get yourself back down here. Let's have your own ass right here in front of me in nothing but your briefs and see how you feel about it then . . . NOW."
Larry glanced quickly at that stool and dashed upstairs. A few minutes later he came down looking good in sweat socks, briefs, and a T-shirt. He walked toward me, smiling, tossed his arms around me, hugging me. "Sorry about coming in like that and saying like that. This better, Dad?" He knew it was as I patted his tight, white cotton covered bottom. "I had an up day at school and I forgot my place a few minutes ago. Sorry, Sir. I was out of line. I'll take it from you, if you think I need it."
He seemed sincere, contrite but open.
"How long since I've hauled you down for a nice spanking, Larry?" I petted both his buns in his skimpy briefs, his clenching buns wiggled seductively in my palms.
"Exactly four days, Sir." He smiled, looked down.
The boy was very appealing, but then again, he always was.
"So you're overdue too and need some family attention down here too?"
"Yea," he almost seemed to giggle, "maybe I am," Larry said calmly. "Want me to pull my briefs down, so you can do it now, or are you going to take'em down for me?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled his briefs partly down his right bun with his own hand letting me feel it as he stood there still hugging me. I felt his _c_o_c_k_ inside his briefs begin to extend while my own right hand was still feeling his tight little half bare teenage ass. Larry seemed oblivious to Aaron's still watching. Larry was in very good shape and proud of it.
"Well, my boy. . .The best way to teach you has always been with some good, old fashioned education right down here, hasn't it, Larry? Just like your Dad told me that night back when. . .."
"Ah, yes, Sir, and I know you won't hesitate either. Am I gonna' get it now?"
I took several moments to answer this time. Pondering things a bit.
"Maybe after dinner, boy."
Larry was being more open about being spanked than I'd ever heard him before, and in front of Aaron as well. I just wasn't sure why? What brought this one on?
"Sure, I mean, OK. I'll look for some time over your lap for that one. I know what I'm over due for. And, well, I know what I'd do were I you. I ain't a kid anymore, you know. I can take it, and just as well as Aaron, too. It's up to you, I know; but I think I should be spanked too. Not just Aaron."
Now I really wasn't sure why Larry was talking like this? He was still in my arms, his head on my shoulder, his briefs still half down off his bare bottom, my own hands still patting those tight developed buns ready to be completely bared, maybe I should just spank him now?
"Yes, I'm sure you're right, Larry." My middle finger probed between his tight, soft buns, going further. When I felt his rosebud, I pushed a bit as if about to enter him. I never had done this before, but was interested in his reaction.
"Ah. . ., Sir." He held me more tightly, oblivious to Aaron behind him watching. I probed further. Maybe it was time to move him further? I had my palms on a super boy's bottom, my fingers inside his briefs. Maybe it was time I lead the boy here outside to the shed, blister his ass good, then take him? I had a thin little dildo somewhere which could break in a boy's bottom real quickly like, without pain the first time. There were other, better methods for later. I pushed with my middle finger as he clenched me more tightly. I'd known from the first when I saw Larry in that coffee shop what I really wanted from this young stud. Now here he was seemingly offering it? Maybe it was time?
"Sir. I think after Kathy's and all, I'm mature enough to serve
you too.
I mean, well, she trained Aaron to serve. When are you gonna train
me for
yourself?"
"Don't you ever let me hear you talking like that again, Boy, or
I'll
take a razor strap to you!" He looked shocked, his hands were protecting
his face from where I had him. He was now whimpering openly behind
them.
"You want that?"
"No, Sir, I didn't mean, Sir. . ."
Slap! I had flung him around, yanked his underwear down, landing
a hard
crack on his now completely bare ass, my hand's print showed where
and with
what force.
"You're right about having earned one now, my boy. And it'll be
a hard
one too; but first you're going think about what you just said, then
you're
going to write down what exactly you meant. But, then you're going
to think
and worry a bit more too. 'Cause I'm going to hold off paddling you
until
Harry and your friend, Tom, are here to watch you get it! That comment
was
unbelievable coming from you! What's gotten into you, Larry?"
"Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say what I said. I really
didn't.
Pleeeese, but not with Tom and Harry here! Pleeeeeeeeese. I'm sorry!
Really
sorry."
"I don't think I ever punished you in front of outsiders before,
except
for that quick little spanking you got in the mountains that time.
But I
think a nice, long, hard paddling in front of them is just want you
need to
take you down a few pegs. You're talking like a real _c_o_c_k_y stud tonight,
I'm not sure what's got into you, but I am sure how to get it out
of you.
Harry's always thought you were a guy he'd like to see naked. It'll
be a
humbling experience for you, boy, when Harry sits here tomorrow night
and
gets to watch you go bare up over the stool. Maybe I'll let him feel
for
himself just how hot I make your little bottom is so he can feel you
real
up close?"
"NO! Pleeeese! Sir!" I ignored him.
"Might be good for Tom too. How'd you like to go over Tom's lap
with
your bare ass up for him to paddle? Huh, Larry?"
"NO, please, No. Don't let Tom paddle me."
"Oh, yes, my boy. Maybe Tom's never had the pleasure of spanking
a
teenage boy's bare bottom? Maybe I'll just teach him how to spank
yours.
Like that?"
"Please." Larry was on his haunches almost crying in his hands.
"I
didn't mean anything by it, Sir."
"Don't worry, boy. If Harry or Tom can's spank you properly. Aaron
or
I can always step in and do it for them."
Larry stared at Aaron fearfully. He just stared.
Hell, yes," Aaron jumped in. "I'd love to take Larry over my knee
and
spank him long and hard. I asked you once if I could," he said to
me, "but
you said no."
"Well, maybe I've about changed my mind." I said. "Might do him
some
good. Just don't go easy on him 'cause I'll take it out on you later.
Hear me, Aaron?"
"Don't worry," Aaron was quick to say while Larry looked horrified
at
this turn of events in the house. "It wasn't so long ago I was eighteen
that I can't remember what they need at that age: strip 'em down,
spank
'em hard, and do it real frequently. That's how they learn at that
age."
Aaron was delighted. "How about I spank him now?"
"Please, Sir." Larry was scared now, "Please don't let him spank
me,
please."
"You're the one who wants to 'serve?' And, how about a few day's
at
Don's place? Huh? He'd keep your ass red for you, and you on your
knees and
naked. That's what you really want, Larry?"
"No, No. Please, Sir. Just you, pleeeeeese." He continued crying,
crushed. "I want you. .."
"Sorry, boy. Now get up to your room. Start writing, thinking.
Don't
forget your homework. I'll be up later. Looks like you're gonna' get
some
real discipline tomorrow night whether you want it or not, my boy."
Larry pulled up his briefs and ran up the stairs stomping his feet
and
crying almost like a small child. The transformation had been amazing.
Aaron was left standing there. "Are you really going to spank him
in
front of Harry and Tom?"
I nodded, "probably you too, my boy. Remember, you're still overdue.
But now, let's get dinner going and then you have some studying to
do too
if I'm not mistaken. And, by the way, forget about it. You're not
to touch
Larry at all, ever, unless I specifically tell you to."
"Yes, Sir!" He was clearly disappointed.
The night turned out to be a rather dismal and quiet one, I'm afraid.
All night I let both worry about when Harry and Tom's coming tomorrow
night. Aaron was exhibitionist enough, he was ready. Larry, well,
I'd
have to think about what he had said tonight.
Much later I looked in his room. He was sitting in his briefs writing
and doing homework, as I had told him. When I went in, he stood up.
"I'm sorry; I'm so sorry." I hugged him but said nothing. "Can
I talk
to you, please?"
I motioned for him to lie down on his bed on his stomach. His tight
bottom was displayed nicely in those briefs as I sat down beside it
looking
at it and his strong back. I rested my palm on it listening. Larry
talked
on, asking, begging for a second chance. I just listened my left hand
massaging his shoulders as he raised up on his elbows, his face down,
talking. My right hand was caressing that bottom, still nicely covered
by
clean white cotton. As he talked, I slipped his briefs down off his
ass,
looking at his nice buns. Too bad they were going to have to be spanked,
made all nice and red, some nice big hand prints, switch marks and
all, but
they had to be. The way he lay still nice and _s_e_x_y like, again I thought
about taking him. That thin dildo could do wonders for the boy tonight,
gently inserted nice and up, relieving all his penned up tension.
Why not?
He had made it clear he wanted it.
Larry talked about what he had been writing, what he had meant
and was
thinking. I listened while I played with his body. Then he stopped.
"I'm sorry, Larry." I said. "I hear you. I've been listening to
all
your said and appreciate what you've said and all, but I said you're
getting a spanking tomorrow night when Harry and Tom drop by and you
are!
That's that! End of story. Now forget it, my boy."
He dropped his head on the pillow and started crying quietly now,
shaking. My boy looked so good laying there naked with his briefs
down
just off his ass, sweat socks on, very _s_e_x_y. This little bare bottom
needed spanked now. He needed to cry, get all out, but I wanted to
save
him for tomorrow night. Still, my boy needed something to force him
to
calm down now. I had to do something.
And I would. . .. (to be continued)
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