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for Harry talked. Out of his drunken stupor of the night before he
seemed
rationally, very determined for one. Still I could believe he was
serious
about his no matter how many times he repeated it.
He wanted to take Aaron to his place for awhile and leave Tom with
me!
So we talked, believe me we talked and for well in excess of over
an
hour or so after that. Aaron couldn't live with Harry, his job commute
wouldn't permit it, nor would I consider it! Still I didn't feel right
about just coming out and saying it bluntly. Unfortunately, as I
discovered later, maybe I really should have just said it? As for
Tom. . .
we talked about the boy. Finally I agreed Harry could call Aaron over
periodically, we'd talk about over night and the likes later, and
I agreed
to let Tom stay with us until his grades improved significantly, but
not
too long!
Back home, I took Aaron aside so he wouldn't be concerned. I wanted
to
insure he heard it from me and only from me first. An occasional spanking
now and then from Harry certainly wouldn't hurt him, I reminded him,
and it
did have some value for Aaron to experience another man either. Who
knew
for sure? Maybe Harry wasn't as out of it as we both thought. Aaron
wasn't thrilled by this brilliantly logical deductive reasoning of
mine,
but then, neither had I convinced myself either.
Then we told the boys in the living room. Tom clearly did not like
the
idea at all but Larry was ecstatic at the prospect of having Tom around.
Tom had no choice, but Larry's enthusiasm got to Tom as well, regardless
of
his fear.
Unfortunately, I didn't really help the boy's fear as I began to
talk
directly to him in front the others, including Harry.
"You understand what Harry's said, Tom?
"Yes, I do, Sir." Tom seemed sincere but was crushed at Harry's
implicit rejection of him.
"If I let you stay for awhile, it is for the sole purpose of putting
discipline and direction back into your life. You understand that,
Tom?"
"Yes, Sir, I do, Sir."
"And discipline in this house, and especially in your case, means
we're
going to start you off right and you're going to spend a lot of time
with
those tight jeans of yours down around your ankles and your bare fanny
up
over my lap getting it attended to like you should have been getting
it all
along. You understand that, Tom?"
He blushed. "Ah. . . Yes, Sir, I do, Sir."
"You're going to be in my house, and I believe the best way to
educate a
boy your age is to apply good hard discipline right across your bare
fanny.
Nothing more; nothing less. In clear English, you're going to get
spanked
and you're going to get spanked a lot. Understand, Boy?"
He looked directly at me.
"Ah huh."
He looked down.
"That's what I will do to you regularly until you learn and until
your
grade show improvement. Solid improvement! You understand what that
means,
Tom?"
There was silence in the room as the boy shuffled on his feet,
looking
first to Larry, then to me. Although he was obviously concerned, he
spoke
clearly, if slowly, in expressing his feelings.
"Yes, Sir, It means you're going to paddle me on my bare ass an
awful
lot," he looked about ready to burst into tears, "and I know it's
gonna'
hurt an awful lot when you make me get over your knees and paddle
me, Sir,
but," the boy was crying silently now, looking down at the floor a
long
time, then he looked up at me with those watery eyes and continued
softly
"Sir, I don't know how to say this, but Larry's my friend and I know
how
you paddle him a lot too, but he's fine and's got a future now, I
don't.
Its nice here and I'd like to live with you all even only for a short
while. And, as for your ways, I mean, as you call it in disciplining
me,
Sir, well, maybe I've needed that too for a long time. Maybe I can
really
have a good chance for a future too someday. I'll be good and listen,
Sir,
not cause you any problems. . .. About being punished, spanked and
all
that bare over you knee and all that, well, that's just the way it's
gonna'
be cause it's you're way. I wont like it, but like I'd be your boy,
that
stuff's up to you, Sir."
I shook Harry's hand on the deal. I had a new boy! Aaron would
go over
for a few hours when free and he could, but I didn't agree to any
sleep
overs. Life would continue on.
A bit later, Aaron, Larry, Tom and I stood on the porch watching
Harry
drive off. Unnoticed was my hand discretely on Larry's denim covered
ass.
I was looking forward to assuring him nothing had changed between
the two
of us and warming it later.
Now I had three boys around! Too many, but interesting!
After dinner, I took four hours to go over Tom's homework with
him. I
showed him how to write better, organize, and quizzed him on math,
explaining again and again what he was missing until he understood.
Then
we went over house rules in detail so he understood what he was accountable
for.
"You understand you'll be punished anytime you break a rule or
bring
home a grade below 'B'?" I said, looking right in his eye, both my
hands
holding his face, as he stood there, unable to avoid me.
"I do, Sir." He replied meekly.
"And at any other time I decide?"
"I understand, Sir." He looked about to cry now.
"Now, up you go to my room. Take off all your cloths, fold them,
and
put them on the bed there. I want you buck naked in my room waiting
for
me!"
"Why, Sir?"
Slap!!! My hand struck him cross his face. His hands flew to cover
his
red cheek as he stared at me in fear and shock. "You don't question
me!
You do exactly what I say, boy. Do you understand that?"
A whimpering teenage boy nodded positively then turned and started
up
the stairs. I watched that tight little bottom I'd have bare real
soon! To
Hell with waiting, I followed him up. It was important to teach this
boy a
quick lesson and fast.
Inside my room, I closed the door behind us as Tom began unbuttoning
his
shirt to take it off, shucking his shoes at the same time, not looking
at
me. With his shirt on the bed, his chest was bare. Then he pulled
down his
jeans and briefs in one swoop, his back and ass bare and toward me.
I
resisted swatting it and waited, watching. After folding his cloths,
he
stood up straight and tall there and looked at me. My new boy was
completely naked, awaiting. His right hand held his _c_o_c_k_, shielding
it
from view. He was scared. Looked it. I swatted his hand away, forcing
him
to expose himself fully. Nothing wrong with him. Just needed to know
a
man was in charge now, that's all. I let him stand that way, his
uncomfortableness getting to him. Good way to begin to break him in
around
here. I boy that age who's never had much discipline needs to experience
the feel of it. Might as well let it sink in.
Then I made him turn around and again stand still as I looked over
his
cute little seventeen year old ass. He was uncomfortable. I didn't
care.
About ten minutes later, I began examining every inch of his body,
thoroughly, intimately, completely, watching his body responded. His
_c_o_c_k_
grew nicely as soon as I took it in my hands, his balls low slung
and
hanging freely. He wasn't used to being handled, but he'd have to
get used
to it now. As I probed his bottom, that _c_o_c_k_ jutted out firmly, like
most
do at that age. He whimpered as I fingered his bottom, intimately,
automatically clenching his buns, but it was too late now, my finger
was
already on it's target. I'd teach him to keep his body open and relaxed,
no matter what. The boy needed to learn.
Tom's _c_o_c_k_ remained hard as a rock, no matter my ministrations.
Tom
would be a good boy, no doubt about it now, once I had him trained.
That
I'd start tomorrow. This boy had lacked a man's control for way too
long.
I sat on my bed and pulled him down. His naked bare bottom hung
over my
lap now as I patted it. With this boy I could go as far as I wished
without long term implications as he was only "on loan" for me to
set on
the right track once and for all and until Harry lost his erotic attraction
to Aaron's body. This boy I'd train well. As soon as I'd paddled the
natural reservations in his body and opened wide his emotions, he'd
make a
perfect boy. I jerked his head around by his hair until his deep blue
eyes
and concerned smile faced me. His lips were warm and succulent. What
a
cute loan! I felt his abdominal definition, played with his short
hairs
and balls, then dropped his head and turned my attention back to his
bare
bottom strung out there, waiting. It was all mine now. It needed to
be red,
hot! The boy lay perfectly still.
My hand began to tan his ass, at first slapping it softly and sensually
as I watched it bounce and him tensing it to avoid the stinging I
was
causing as I began picking up my pace. Faint rosy marks soon began
to
appear. I spanked him slowly, building up, but longer, harder and
deeper
that I had spanked him last night, watching his bare bottom squirm,
wiggle,
and tense before I got through to him and he finally began to whimper,
then
soon started to sob, then cry, then scream and plead. I turned him
red,
very red!
With my hands, I forced his legs wide apart and went to spank those
more
tender areas at the bottom of his cheeks and the upper parts of his
inner
thighs. Swats to there can be depended upon to cause a boy to cry
and
flail out of control. Aaron and Larry got spanked there when I was
punishing them. I began to spank this boy there with the immediate
result
as his cries increased and his ass and legs began flailing wildly
over my
lap. He struggled to escape his punishment. With my one leg over his
left
thigh, I pinned his body and continued his spanking stopping frequently
to
insist he hold himself open for his punishment and reminding him this
would
continue until he could control himself. He tried, he really tried,
but it
took a good twenty minutes or so until he ultimately jerked wildly
and
caved in, satisfying my conditions. Defeated.
He was mine now.
I spanked him more intimately, allowing his tears to flow, his
arms
entwined around my legs.
His bare bottom was scarlet now, everywhere, and extremely hot
to the
touch. I pulled some KY from under the bed, put it on my finger, pushing
it up tight. As he jerked forward, my left hand grasped his _c_o_c_k_ which
immediately regained its hardness as I held him firmly. He wiggled,
moaned, and cried all at the same time.
Finally, I stopped.
I pulled him up and cuddled him in my arms, letting him sob his
pain out
on my shoulder, while I felt the heat radiation on his nicely spanked
and
very red ass. He'd be a good boy for me now! I was sure.
"You understand why I spanked you, boy?"
Through his tears and watery eyes, Tom looked up.
"Sir. I live here now and you are going to do as you wish for my
benefit, I know."
"Right and you'll be spanked every night 'til I'm satisfied with
your
grades and attitude. Understand?"
The boy broke down, sobbing. He felt good in my arms.
"Yes, Yes, Sir, but I'll do good for you. I'll make you proud of
me! I
promise, but pleeeease. . .."
"Now, get under the covers and no trouble from you, or you'll go
back
over my knees for more."
He looked confused.
"Please, please don't spank me more, Oh, please."
But immediately he obeyed. A few moments later, I climbed in beside
him. When he felt me there, he turned and hugged me tightly, I could
feel
his _c_o_c_k_ grow erect against my own body. I clutched him in my arms
as he
continued crying on my chest, his arms around me tightly.
"Please, Sir, please keep me with you. I'll be good for you, please,
I'll work hard, I'll do anything you want me to, but please let me
stay
with you."
As he cried, my hand moved down his back slowly and found it's
way to
his bare bottom, holding it, feeling the heat radiate from the spanking
he'd just received. I slapped his bottom and he screamed, "Please,
Sir,
please."
"Now be quiet, my boy, and hold still down here" He held me even
more
tightly as I slowly probed his hot buns and soon more, the boy whimpering
on my chest. Later he fell asleep in my arms, my hand resting on his
hot
bottom, enjoying the heat radiating from it. His world had changed.
He
was home now whether he liked it or not.
I guess I hadn't realized how tired I was too. We both fell asleep
like
that.
The next thing I remembered we both awoke like that late Sunday
morning.
I hugged him and put cream on his still rosy bare bottom. Larry lent
him
some onionskin shorts and a tank top for breakfast. We'd break him
in
right away. I assigned him some work, which he did, and shortly thereafter
Aaron and Larry took him to the gym with them. Later we all went to
a
hockey game. That evening he studies for three hours with Larry before
I
checked his work.
Of course then I pulled his jeans down and pulled him over my lap
for a
good long spanking him before sending him to his bed in tears after
a long
talk, just the two of us.
There was a spare bed in Larry's room for Tom, but often after
I'd
warmed up his bottom late at night, I kept him with me. I saw to it
Tom's
bare bottom was kept constantly red, just as I promised, as he struggled
to
adjust quickly to the rules and increase his grades. I required him
to
spent three to four hours a night on his homework and then I'd check
it.
Tom wanted to improve, but he still had a natural stubborn streak
that
showed up in words that naturally just slipped out before thinking,
blunting things out, or in hesitations when I told him to do something.
He
didn't like to be told to study or go to bed. The boy had been on
his own
for too long to change overnight, but the consequences for these actions
were now immediate and dependable - his jeans and briefs would be
pulled
down on the spot and his bare bottom spanked, paddled, or strapped
heavily
when he needed it.
At first, he'd mistakenly thought he could get away with things
when we
were out shopping or somewhere. Wrong! When he mouthed off in public,
like in the mall, I'd march him, protesting and promising all the
way, out
to the car and spank him there, no matter who might be walking by
and see
him get it. Yes, always on his nice young, bare bottom!
He got it a lot those early days. Just like he needed it.
Tom's tears were common around the house these days. Still, Larry
and
Aaron included him in everything. Our lives didn't change. If anything,
I'd increased my strictness with them both, never hesitating to spank
them
in front of Tom, if he was there when either of them needed it.
But, being the youngest, smallest, new one with the cutest, tightest,
freshest little bare bottom, Tom spend time lots of time with his
jeans and
jeans nicely clumped down around his ankles and his young bare bottom
up
and across my lap getting it spanked red and then additional time
with it
nicely on display as he stood in the corner. I enjoyed standing Tom
in the
corner with his jeans and briefs nicely down around his ankles and
a
freshly spanked and very red bottom there, as I watched TV. Tom hated
that
so much that I forced him to do it frequently. I'd pat it as I went
for a
snack and if it cooled off too much I'd pull him over for a quick
refresher
that always left him in tears and humiliated. Then he'd go finish
his
homework and do it right this time.
I took Tom upstairs regularly, continuing his education, but I
didn't
neglect the others' at all. Then Saturday night with Larry's just
spanked,
red and hot ass over my lap, I was reminded of what he needed: that
small
thin dildo I had somewhere around the house. The next afternoon I
searched
for it and finally found it. I began making plans to introduce Larry
to
it. It was time to expand! My fingers and that fine instrument of
tradition were no longer enough.
Harry called frequently, but it was rarely possible for Aaron to
go
over. His career and work came first in my mind. But Aaron and Larry
got no
less discipline with Tom around. Tom just required the most for the
moment.
And I got the benefits from his training and his attention. They
were
all handled strictly.
I'd still frequently make Aaron drop the pants from his designer
work
suit and spank him over my knee before he went to work in the morning.
He
hated that and I still always examined him when he came home.
Sunday evenings were reserved for reviewing both his and Larry's
weekly
conduct. It was rare if they didn't get some discipline at those times,
often it was severe and dealt out in the shed out back. I also spent
a lot
of time with Aaron when Larry and Tom were out somewhere together.
As for Larry, he typically needed it after school to motivate his
studying or later after I'd tutored Tom. Larry had grown up and developed
nicely, but that had nothing to do with it. He wasn't so old that
he
didn't still profit from some private time over my lap. Anyway I still
relished spanking the boy.
Three months later, Tom's grades were straight "A's" and he was
about to
return to Harry. Friday nights were set as when he would return for
weekly
review discipline, other times as he needed it. Then a call came.
Harry
had had a stroke. Tom, just about to turn eighteen, would stay on.
Oddly,
Tom was thrilled. And, to be honest, we are were glad he would remain
in
the family . . . especially me! You see, I'd come to enjoy having
a
sobbing seventeen year old boy with a very hot red bare bottom in
bed.
(To be continued. . ..).