The next day being Sunday, we had slept a bit late, joined some friends and parents from Larry's swim team for one of those horrible "harvest house" type brunches, and then took off for the mountains. The day was perfect. But while hiking around the mountains with memories of yesterday still in my mind and Larry there in his tight jeans ahead on the trail, I knew it was his ass I wanted bare and squirming over my knees and soon. It was about time I turned him over and gave him a good hard one just for a bunch of little stupid things but basically to keep him on his toes. Sure, it had been fulfilling to spank Tom's bare bottom across my knees yesterday especially since he had never been broken before -- the look of real concern turning to fear in his eyes, his fruitless attempts to escape punishment as his struggles increased which had only earned him a much harder spanking that had finally reached him and collapsed him in tears, his body limp over my lap with his bare bottom nice and red as he sobbed out years of neglect and penned up tension. But Larry was much better built, his ass much tighter, and more rewarding to punish. It was Larry's tight little bare bottom I knew I needed to get to and give it some attention as I watched him hiking.
Automatically I started thinking about how I might give it too him tonight after dinner when it would be quite and no one was expected to drop by. It had, after all, been a while since I'd broken Larry down. He was due for it. He could certainly benefit from it. And, I was up for it!
Early evening when we were walking in the door, the phone was ringing. It was Harry.
"Hi! Just called to say thanks. We had a great time yesterday with you guys. Tom liked Larry and thought maybe we could all go camping or something sometime?"
"Why not?" I was game and Larry would be, I knew. We talked a bit about it in general.
"By the way I took your advice and paddled Tom when I got him home last night." He commented out of the blue.
"Good!" I meant it. Harry needed to take back some control if he was going to do any good for his boy and his taking a paddle to Tom's bare fanny, as long as he did it right and for real, would be a start in that direction.
"I mentioned as we were driving from the Ferry I hadn't appreciated his resisting your trying to help him and I reminded him I had yet to punish him for his last week around here. He became real quiet at that and sulked the rest of the way home. I just let him stew in it. But, when we pulled in the driveway, I told him he was in for a paddling. Tom didn't say a word, not a single word. First time in a long time. Not a single word came out of the boy."
"Maybe he's learning?" I added.
"So I took him from the car down into the cellar, stripped him -- made him take off everything I did, something I'd never done before -- then bent him over my lap and paddled his little bare ass with a ping pong paddle harder than I'd ever paddled him before. You should have heard his tears and promises. After it was over I told him that from now on he was going to be spanked whenever he screwed up and that I'd be checking his homework. He started complaining again at that and that he didn't think that was fair, so I just hauled him back over my lap and spanked him again with my hand. His screaming and crying and kicking and all seemed good and real to me and he seemed to be learning a good lesson that one did, and, yea, I certainly felt good about giving it to him, so I just kept spanking his ass and letting him cry it all out. I think I learned a thing or two watching you two last night. It's got to be my responsibility. Tom begged and apologized his little heart out last night. I don't think we've ever had a little session just like that one before."
"Sounds like you did the right thing." Maybe Harry was learning how to control a boy after all?
"Oh, yea, and by the way, I also told him to remember he has two 'fathers' now. He should know now things have changed, I think, for the better. Thanks for your help last night."
I laughed. "Yea, but don't forget to spank him a few more times this week, just to make sure he knows who's the boss now. I assume you're going to take him seriously."
"Don't worry," Harry assured me. "I just got through telling him I'm going to spank him again tonight!"
"What'd he do already?"
"Oh, nothing all that serious, but I thought I ought to make sure he's felt my point."
At that I really laughed. "Funny," I said. "I'm going to spank Larry tonight too. Too bad you're not closer. We could spank them together."
"Sometime soon, I hope." Harry added, laughing himself.
"Me too." I said looking out the window where Larry had gone to try to finish the lawn before it got any darker. Larry had stripped to his waist, his upper body muscles rippling nicely, mowing the lawn calmly, unaware of any of this discussion. I wondered how he feel being spanked with Tom watching? He'd be embarrassed, I was sure, but it could be interesting to watch him taken down in front of someone his own age.
"What's for dinner?" Larry yelled from the back porch about ten minutes later.
"Steak." I replied.
"Great." He was inside washing his hand now. I had already set the table. "Anything I can do to help you?"
"Ah, yea," I replied over my shoulder without looking at him. "As a matter of fact you can. Where did you put the paddle I used on Tom's bottom yesterday?"
"In the bathroom drawer." He replied. "Why?"
"Go get it and put it in the living room. Oh, and get the others and my little whip as well?"
He came over to where I was fixing a few things and looked at me strangely. "Why do you want all that in the living room? Harry and Tom coming back?"
"No," I answered now looking directly at his beautiful black eyes. "I'm thinking about spanking you tonight. That's why."
Larry looked at me stunned.
"You're joking?" he asked. "Have I done something wrong?"
"Not necessarily, actually just a bunch of little stuff recently, nothing major. I'm just thinking about spanking you, that's all. A guy your age needs it now and then to keep him on his toes and it's been awhile, hasn't it?"
He looked pale. "Ah, well, yea, like it's been awhile but, I mean . . ."
I interrupted, "So, why not tonight?"
"_s_h_i_t_! I haven't done anything to deserve a spanking!"
"Just go do what I told you, boy. And put on your black nylon jogging shorts."
"What?"
"You heard me. Just do it!"
Larry turned and left the room. I could hear him doing what I had asked. Drawers were opening and closing loudly. When he reappeared he was wearing white tennis shoes, heavy white socks, a black tank top and, of course, those black nylon jogging shorts I liked so well, cut all the way up his thigh. Underneath I knew he'd be wearing a black runner's thong. His strong legs and thighs looked super in those high slit shorts. As he walked and the nylon swayed, the undersides of his ass were visible, just briefly but seductively. I liked the sassy, _s_e_x_y way they made him look. The boy had a good tightly defined ass and _s_e_x_y upper thighs. Why not let them show a little bit?
But his mood had turned sour. Just the way I wanted it. He was always more likely to get in trouble when he let that happen. Larry knew now something would happen this evening. He wasn't happy about it at all! We ate in almost perfect silence, only the crickets chirping outside in the night air. Inside tension was building up quickly between us now.
I let the tension increase and said nothing further. Then after dinner, when he finished playing with his food and pushing around the potatoes on his plate, just as we were cleaning up, the phone rang. Larry used the excuse to jump up and disappear to answer it. Anything to get out of that kitchen.
It was Tom.
"Yea," I heard Larry speaking after he had listened for a while, "Well, I'm sorry Harry spanked you again tonight. No, it doesn't sound pleasant to me either, but, for heaven's sake, quit your stupid crying! You'll get over it. It could have been worse, you know."
Larry looked up suddenly and saw me standing there in the kitchen door. There was fear in his own eyes now.
". . .But, like I can't talk to you right now. Sorry, but I just can't. Well, Ah, Hell! Cal's just walked in and, like, well, he's got the paddle in his hand, and I'm afraid I'm going to get it to. I gott'a go. I really gott'a go!"
He hung up and stood there looking right at me. I had the paddle in my hand.
"You're right, Larry," I said to him. "You are going to get it. Now, come here."
He looked scared, but real _s_e_x_y dressed like that, as he walked over to me and I reached around to feel his ass under that black nylon. He was going to get it. And hard! He tensed it tightly. I'd told myself before that I was going to whip his ass more often, but I just never seemed to getting around to doing it. After whipping the boy's ass last night and watching Larry strut his stuff all afternoon, I was up for it. It was, after all, Larry whom needed to realize my responsibilities for him and whose bare ass I wanted to see red, streaked with just the right amount of pain, as he struggled and learned over my knees. It was time! I just wanted to do it. That's all!
"Please, Cal!" He said, "What did I do?"
"You don't think," I replied, "I have the right to just paddle your ass any time I want to?" I looked into his eyes.
"Ah, sure, of course you do, but. . ."
"Then, no 'butt's,' I'm going to paddle you, that's all."
"But you've always told me why before." He was pleading with me while he stood there in front of me in my grip, staring right at me, while my right hand was patting the black nylon covering his left cheek. I slipped my fingers in the slit and felt his cheek. He was tense and rigid, but he didn't move or try to resist.
"Right. I always have," I admitted, "there's a bunch of little careless stuff recently and you know it, but I've decided sometimes I'm just going to warm your ass unexpectedly, you know, so you don't get too confident."
"I'm not too confident." He was trying.
"Maybe yes; maybe no," My fingers felt the soft underside of his ass probing where his ball sack began, that area where it all begins. He had to shift his legs a bit as I felt him intimately. I could feel the string of the thong he was wearing as it cupped his balls. His _c_o_c_k_ was coming alive, stretching his thong tightly as I felt him there, tickling the base of his balls slightly tenderly probing. "But I've decided I'm going to spank you now, and I will." His _c_o_c_k_ was hard now, the way I was playing with him, toying with his balls and ass, adding pressure to certain sensitive points, well, there was no way he was going avoid becoming hard. His body was tightening as I began to take him into it. He was alive, unable to resist, knowing better. Then he dropped his head on my shoulder, his body seemed to shake, I thought he was crying. "Be good for you. A boy your age needs it more regularly than I've been giving it to you anyway. Right?" I had reached around and abruptly tugged his shorts down off his ass and was beginning to slap his buns ever so slowly now. He felt good. While my right hand was beginning to spank those cheeks, my left hand was enjoying the feel of his body, exploring it in ways I had never done to him before. Still, no objection!
The pace and strength of my slaps on his bare ass as I held him in my arms increased. The sound of my bare hand meeting his nicely bare ass cheeks was the only sound in the room. His head was still on my shoulder, his arms around my shoulders, he seemed to whimper, sniffle some. My one hand was spanking him lightly; my other hand was holding him, still exploring him in ways I had never done before.
I sat down on the couch and pulled his lanky body over, ass sunny side up, nice, flexing, still very bare. His strong body looked as good as it always had. Between swimming, weights, and outdoor work, he was a beautiful boy. With my left hand I reached around his waist, pinning him with the weight of my body on his naked lower body just in case he tried to escape the punishment that would soon begin, forcing his erect _c_o_c_k_ between my legs. My fingers grabbed that _c_o_c_k_ and balls firmly. I was almost ready to spank my boy.
My right hand was still slapping his cheeks, only a little harder now. His ass was only slightly rosy. Nothing serious. I pulled his buns apart, running my fingers over him, looking closely, probing him ever so slightly, just enough to cause him to jerk with unanticipated concern. I started to spank him. I was just beginning. He clenched his buns then relaxed them, trying to anticipate when the slaps would land in a vain attempt to lessen the paid. I made sure he couldn't as I continued to build up the tension and the pain. That nice bare smooth ass over my lap was just beginning to turn red now, some of my hand print was evident. No bruises, never any marks, just a firm but gentle spanking of my own boy.
Then I picked up the small paddle from the coffee table where he had laid out before dinner all the implements for my personal choice in deciding his punishment. He couldn't see what I was doing, but the first crack of the smooth wood against his ass was loud, very loud, and it hurt him. He jerked frantically. I had use the small wooden paddle that he himself had made and sanded so carefully. It had landed down hard and immediately I followed it up with twenty or more solid cracks without pausing, each leaving a red imprint proving it had found it's mark on his bare bottom. No bruises, never any marks, just a firm but gentle spanking of my own boy. By the third or fourth crack, he screamed out forcefully, struggling, trying everything to escape the spanking he needed and had deserved. And, he continued crying and yelling until I paused.
As Larry sobbed, his head flung down on the carpet in between his hands and arms that were pounding the floor, his bare body collapsed over my lap. I rubbed his bare buns. Heat radiated from them now and they were extremely red. No bruises, never any marks, just a firm but gentle spanking of my own boy.
But the heat radiating from them was not nearly what I wanted from him. I picked up my small leather whip, and took aim for the flesh underside parts of his cheeks. With the first touch of my whip to the fleshy soft undersides of his buns, he was flailing even more wildly over my lap, begging me to stop, pleading and promising furiously. It only brought him more and more cracks from the tiny whip while he screamed, cried loudly and tried his best to get me to stop whipping him like that right there on our living room couch.
I continued, appreciating the sight, the feel, hearing his sobs in his education. Those bare cheeks were very red and the marks from the leather tassels of the small whip, very visible. No bruises, never any marks, just a firm but gentle whipping of my own boy over my lap. He was crying, squirming, promising everything if I would only just stop.
But I didn't. All I did do was put down the whip and use my hand again and then a very small paddle to punish the tops of his thighs and in his cheeks. That really got to him. I had been at it for about forty-five minutes now, he was sobbing his pleas now. But I continued.
"Please, Sir. . . OH, Please, Sir, please stop. . . I can't stand any more. PLEEEEESE!" He was constantly begging. "Please spank me any time, more frequently, more regularly, but please, Sir, please not just all at once like this. Oh . . .PLEEEEEEESE!" He yelled out, sobbed, cried, his head and body flailing, his hands pounding the floor, grabbing my legs, the carpet fibers, the couch leg, anything for support.
I took this very seriously, breaking Larry down like this. He was not a cute teenager with a tiny boy's ass and a solid body that needed broken down. Larry was very well built, and a joy to break down, to control, to educate for his benefit. Why hadn't I done this more frequently? I certainly would from now on. His bare bottom was too good to waste waiting until he did something so serious that earned him a trip over my knees! I knew now for sure that I had no reason to wait. I knew what he needed. Larry had been complete in his submission tonight. That submission could be rewarded frequently, I knew that now for sure. And, I wanted it that way! It would make everything much easier.
Watching his bare bottom now over my lap this time was more than intriguing as my own fingers wandered and felt the heat from his bare ass, played with his ass, reaching under to his now tight balls and very erect _c_o_c_k_, I knew Larry was teaching me something about myself. But I also knew I was teaching him things about himself as well. Lessons I hope I would be the one to expand some day when he was much older. Despite of his tears and the pain he was feeling, his body was responding intimately and beautifully to my touch, giving it's unknown desires expression that night. He continued sobbing. I was fingering him. No bruises, never ever any marks anywhere, just a firm but gentle spanking of my own boy for his benefit and education
"Please, Sir." He sobbed. "Please stop, pleeeeeeeese."
"You understand things are going to change around here?" I spoke gruffly as I could muster despite of being an excessively non-aggressive man.
"Yes, yea, Sir. Anything you say, Sir!"
"Yea," I said as I played with his red hot ass, teasing him, looking at that beautiful body totally under my control, that body that was mine, "You need more attention, don't ya?"
"Yes, yes, Sir. Anything you say, Sir!"
"We're gonna' have to paddle this little bare ass more regularly, now aren't we?"
"Yes, please, Sir. Yes, more regularly is better, Sir. As often as you want, Sir. Please, Sir. Whenever you want, Sir. Please, Sir, I need you to do it, Sir, just, please, Sir, more often, please, please, Oh, Please, not all at once. Oh, Pleeeeeese! Show me you care, yea, teach me; but please more often, Sir! Please, Sir, not all at once!"
"Yea," was all I could say, but looking at that red hot bare ass right there over my knees, I knew what I wanted. I spanked him again.
As he lay over me sobbing, trying to control himself, but unable to do that. He looked so good that way! I helped him off my lap and took him into my arms, holding him tightly, letting both of my hands cup his buns with the radiant heat while he hugged me and cried himself out in my arms.
"I'm soooo sorry you had to do that." He sobbed. "I'll be extra good, very careful, from now on, extra, extra, extra good. I promise, Oh, I promise so much, Cal! I know I've been slacking off lately but I thought you didn't care. I was wrong. Oh, so so so wrong. . .." he cried on my shoulder.
"It's OK," I spoke softly now. "It's all over for this time." Then I pick up his head with both my hands, tussling aside his hair and looked into his tear filled eyes. "But it'll happen again, randomly like. It'll keep you on your toes. Don't worry. I'm going to take care of you and bring you up right. A good bare assed whipping is just part of it, that's all. I'll not neglect to do it more frequently from now on. That's all" I smiled.
"Thank you, Sir." He said, his head down as he stood naked and red assed in front of me. "It's up to you, Sir."
He cried a bit more as we stood there hugging, him in my arms, right there in the living room, a long, long time, until that is, there was a sharp knock at the front door.
What the heck! Who could that possibly be at this hour of the night? Had we troubled the neighbors? Impossible! But someone was knocking at the front door!
"Who is it?" I yelled as Larry whimpered. (To be continued. . ..)