I made of point of phoning Kathy early the next morning to let her know Aaron was here. Funny, she almost seemed relieved, not angry. Sure I told her I'd strapped him for running out and I would bring him back, by force if necessary, whenever she wanted. She seemed sad, but then told me her side ("I'm just not strong enough to tame Aaron and I know that now.") and although she claimed she didn't want Aaron back, her voice told me otherwise. She suggested Larry and I visit the city and lets talk, pointedly excluding Aaron, and I ultimately agreed to take the ferry over Sunday with Larry, despite my reservations about taking him along. I remembered her prior stares and obvious interests in my Larry and his need for discipline and wanted no part of them. He was not to be touched.
By the time Aaron woke, showered, shaved and showed up as ordered in just a T-shirt, I had faxed work back and forth to my secretary and cleared my day. Larry had long since gone to school. Aaron look as enticingly exotic as ever as he walked in with a broad smile across his tanned face, his _c_o_c_k_ swinging freely and peeking out from under his not long enough T-shirt as he entered, and as he turned to grab a chair his firmly defined bare bottom showed nicely, still quite red from his spanking last night.
"Hi!" he spoke out entering the kitchen like he had always belonged there and always walked around that way.
I motioned for him to come toward me, and after he did, leaving hold of that chair, I pushed him around facing the sink and over a bit, causing his T-shirt to ride up even higher exposing his bare bottom almost completely and allowing a much fuller view of the still results from his spanking. I like a solid red bare bottom on a boy. With Aaron's being bent over that way, the stark redness of his spanked bare cheeks and a few stripes still very evident from the razor strap I had applied without mercy last night were exactly what I wanted to see there. Last night had done him some good, though he didn't seem to welcome being handled and bend over like this. He squirmed as I cupped his right cheek and raised up slightly before I pushed him down even further. I could not have cared less what he liked or was "up" for as I checked him out thoroughly. Some boys do especially well after a good spanking in the morning. Uncomfortably, he kept looking over his shoulder concerned about what I might do, but his long flowing hair obstructed his view.
"You know, I probably should just spank you right now to make sure we get your day started off correctly. You were a bad boy running away like that yesterday you know" I said, smiling, holding his _c_o_c_k_ and fingering his ring with one hand while pushing his head down further with the other on the back of his neck.
He responded exactly as I wanted. "Do you think I need it? Well it's up to you, Sir!" reaching back and starting to pull up his T-shirt.
I responded by slapping his bare bottom hard enough to cause him to jump and yell. Immediately he bent back down further causing his buns to be better up should I spank him. He'd been well trained and knew better than to argue. If I spanked him, well I spanked him and that was just the way it was. Instead I fingered him a bit, testing him, before pausing. I didn't feel a need to exhibit my power over him further, at least not now. He had responded willingly.
Instead I began pouring myself a second cup of coffee. "You've learned a bit since the last time you were around here. If you had responded in any other way, it would be paddle time right now, but I'll have plenty of time to paddle you later. What do you take in your coffee?"
We talked at length with my listening carefully to him. I explored with him at length how he was really feeling about everything now as he laid out almost the same position as he had last night: he hoped I'd give him a chance to stay! A nice thought, maybe, but I didn't I wanted that. Aaron still was with Kathy. Then I asked him how he felt about how I treated him last night: "GREAT!" Honestly? I could find no reservations in him. He appeared to have found a part of himself he wanted to live and had no regrets or hesitations in giving himself. He wanted a man and he was now saying it openly. As I listened to him, I smiled. The idea of having a more exotic stud like him around anytime, of course, was appealing, but not with a high school boy like Larry here. Did he really mean it on a daily basis?
I started to test him out on that one, pulling out the small paddle I kept in a close kitchen drawer. He looked at what was in my hand and immediately the smile on his face vanished.
"Come here."
He set down his coffee cup and walked around the kitchen table to where I was sitting.
I pushed pack my chair from that kitchen table and looked right at him.
"Get over my lap, Boy! You're going to get your bare bottom paddled and right now, Boy."
He did, spreading himself over my lap but slowly this time. His nice, bare bottom was turned up over my lap right then and there as he strained looking over his shoulder concerned as I looked at his nice red bottom there and thought about what I was going to do. The first crack of that paddle caught his attention very sharply and apparently the sting from it surprised him as he yelled "OUCH!" and tossed his head down toward the floor at the feet pounding his hands against the carpet. His already red bare bottom showed white where that paddle landed.
I kept paddling him as his bare bottom clenched and danced seductively as his tears began to flow and he became uncontrollable across my lap. I kept going, giving him a real good paddling right there at the kitchen table first with the paddle then with my hand.
I gave him no reason! I just paddled him as he tried to retain his composure but sobbed his tears, struggling, his hand beating the floor in front of him as I blistered his already red bare bottom there in the kitchen first thing that morning. Finally, when I released him he stood up quickly, drying his tears and choking more back while rubbing his soar bottom, then he said "Jeez, what was that for? I mean like do you do that often and all? I mean, wow, that really hurt!"
I said nothing but left him standing there rubbing his bare bottom and stood up myself and got yet another cup of coffee. As he whimpered and squirmed there, dancing on his feet for some relief, I sat back down to talk as if nothing had happened. I'd give him many more for sure before he would ever convince me he really was serious. In the meantime I just waited until he quick sniffling and calmed completely down. Finally he stopped asking and calmed down. When he sat back down at that kitchen table, he certainly sat down very gingerly, very very gingerly, his eyes very red, blood shot and watery.
Aaron's bare bottom remained red and hot as he worked the phones that day with his various agents and we discussed strategy. I refused to answer one way or the other about permitting him to stay for more than a few days. He wanted assurances and answers. I gave him none he could depend on. Mid way through the afternoon I took off to check in at my office and pick up the work that had come in from my secretary.
Later when I returned Larry had also arrived home from school and practice and he and Aaron sitting on the back porch, seeming to have a long and animated conversation that was engrossing both of them completely. I sat in the car in the drive and looked at them -- two very different boys, young men, nothing alike, sitting in Levi's on the back porch talking.
Much later still when Aaron had gone to the store for some stuff and then started making dinner, Larry sat down where I was reading the paper.
"Ah, I maybe we could talk a bit?" he began. I nodded. I always did when Larry wanted to talk about anything.
"I just wanted to say it's fine by me if you let Aaron stay around here awhile. I mean like, ah, I know how protective you are of me, but, well, I've picked up a few things here and there and I think I understand more about his living with Kathy than you realize. And, well, it's OK, I mean cool and all. I don't have a problem with it. I like them both, and I kind of like having Aaron around too, to be honest with you. He's not that much older than I that he couldn't be a good friend, and like maybe you could let him stay awhile until he settles things out for himself? Actually, I'd like that."
I wasn't sure where this was coming from but I was a little surprised. "If I do, and it would only be for a little while, you understand it's going to take a lot to get him going again on his own career and stuff and get completely on his feet?"
"Yea," he looked to the side, "actually, I thought you were right in punishing him last night, and, ah, it was kind of nice watching you whip him like that. I was glad you let me stay, it made me feel good to feel you were treating me as, well, as an adult, kind'a like I was helping you punish him for walking out and all that. I know he's in for more before you're done with him and I think he knows it too. And OK, he deserves it and I know he knows it too. He and Tom both have attitude problems sometimes, but I'm sure it won't take you long to set either straight. Just please, don't exclude me though. I'm not a kid anymore, you know."
"Sure I know you're not a kid. And Aaron's being here awhile won't get our way either. I hope you know that. Nothing will change. I'm still your guardian. I'll still help you with your homework each night and we'll still do things together like we always have. No matter what. That comes first. But, don't try for a moment to slack off while he's here a few days! My ways and feelings about your own discipline will not change in any way at all. I hope you understand that." I wanted to reassure Larry, but also to be perfectly clear. Larry was and is my priority.
"Yea, I know, I know." He smiled. "I really like living with you, you know that, but I learned long ago to watch myself 'cause when I screw up you always find out somehow and then you're gonna' call me on it and whip my butt like no matter who's here. I've learned that the hard way by now for sure. OK, so I don't like having to drop my pants and take a spanking on my bare butt, especially if someone's around here, but I know your view about that and you'll never catch me arguing. You've been great to me. Better than anyone else ever has. And I know I'd never be half as far along as I am now if you hadn't taken me in. Sometimes, OK, I think about how hard you are on me, but I'll admit your ways have been right on for me. It's just, well, just a bit unnerving to think about the fact that it's only a matter of time until you pull down my own pants and take me over you knee to give it to me while Aaron's allowed to watch me get it, my ass and bared up in the air and all for him to see it, like. I thought about that last night after I went to bed and I'm sure the first time's going to be embarrassing as hell, but I guess I've got no choice about it and I'll just have to get used to it. It'll maybe even bring Aaron and I closer together. You know, kinda' like real brothers, when both of us get our bare asses paddled whether we like it or not, whenever you decide. Like a real family. That part I kind'a like! I mean I never had a real brother, I'm still scared about his seeing me with my ass bare and crying like and all, but I mean, well, I know it isn't up to me anyway. Is it?"
"Hum. . .," I smiled at his line of thought,". . . so, if you're thinking like that maybe I should just pull yours down and spank you tonight, get you over the hump? What ya' think? Want your bare bottom warmed up good and hot tonight? Help you get some things out and get on with it, my Boy?" It was an interesting thought, one I began thinking about in my mind. I was going to spank Aaron's sometime later tonight anyway. Nothing wrong with spanking two.
"NO! That's not what I meant at all! NO!" Larry smiled back, his face red as a beet! "OK, OK, I mean that's completely up to you, Cal; but please, no . . ."
He stopped as if he were about to say something further and he just looked at me.
". . . Ah, are you going to spank me tonight?"
I laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "I'll think about it. You're quite a guy, Larry, and we both know you can always profit from a little attention to your bottom down here. Can't ya?" I slapped him on his jeans.
He jumped. "No, I mean I guess. Ah, OK, so yea, sometimes, . . . I mean like so I know where I stand and all, but it's still going to be embarrassing when I have to get it in front of him." He seemed to get only redder and redder. "Maybe he shouldn't stay too long."
"Well, maybe I will pay more attention to you, my Boy!" I replied patting his fanny tightly constricted in those tight jeans he always wore.
"Yea," he looked directly at me, "but I also know you'll make me learn from it. I mean I don't like it while I'm getting spanked! No one would. And, like it really hurts, but after it's over. . ." he paused, looking down ". . . sometimes I think I like the attention from you when you do it to me. Maybe this is going to sound really stupid, but I feel good when you hold me after it's all over. I guess in some way it makes me realize you're really here for me. I never felt that before when Dad whipped me in that old shed." He looked sad.
I took him against my shoulder and he hugged me even tighter than I was holding him.
"Well, just maybe I'll give you both a good one sometime tonight. Go put your jogging shorts on before dinner." I smiled. "You know the ones I like."
"You're gonna' do it to me, aren't ya?"
"You think you need it?"
"NO?" he replied and smiled.
I looked at him carefully. What was Larry really saying? Hinting for it? Almost teasing me?
"Keep talking like that and I'm going to have to use a paddle on your ass right now, boy. You want that?"
"No! I don't need it?"
I could always get interested in giving Larry one over my knee. He had the confidential manner of a teenager with a super _s_e_x_y body. I could always get into spanking this one. At times like this I thought maybe he was getting old enough that I might take him further. Aaron, older, more mature, and more exotic in his _s_e_x_uality, was enjoyable to control and give it to too, but he was very different from Larry. I watched Larry standing there shuffling his feet, smiling seductively. I considered seriously marching him upstairs for a private bare bottom session over my knees before dinner, but instead I changed the topic to school today and his homework. Let's keep him guessing. Later, he changed into those great shorts, pulled up high enough to exhibit just a hint of his solid, firm bare bottom bun cheeks, just a little rosy. He expected to get spanked tonight.
After a great dinner with Larry dressed like that and Aaron in his required T-shirt, nothing more, I asked them how they'd feel about taking the ferry and driving over Sunday night to have dinner with Kathy? Larry responded enthusiastically! Aaron had a look of panic and then soon became very, very happy when I made it clear I was not taking him along. I did spank Aaron, but I left Larry to worry.
Later that night when we were about to go to bed and Aaron was showering, Larry brought it up to me.
"You said you were going to spank me with Aaron." He said, looking disappointed.
"I never said that." I smiled.
"But you told me to put these shorts on?"
"I like you in those shorts," I said honestly, "your cheeks peeking out now and then. You got a nice bare bottom and a good basket. Might as well show it a little."
He blushed scarlet and looked away quickly.
"In fact, come here." I said and he did. I pulled them down off the back of his ass and patted it, nice and naked now. I could have gotten into spanking it for sure. . . but I didn't. Let him worry about when it would come, for he and I both knew it certainly would. . . and soon!" (to be continued. . .)