The following story is as it was written by a very real, very solid, and just a super guy striving in his own ways. I did not ask him to write. He did it himself. Enjoy his words.
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"Welcome to Casa del Cal!" It was a simple greeting by a very warm and distinguished looking man whom I had never met before but who I had talked to a lot and who I had finally asked to take me in as a boarder while I pursued a semester learning about writing in college. Little did I know that I was not only going to learn how to write formally, I was going to get plenty of fodder for future writing too.
Now I wasn't born yesterday and truthfully, when I got what amounted to a contract in the mail from Cal, I knew this was not going to be any ordinary boarding situation. For one thing, there were those long conversations between Cal and my dad who started off reluctant to let me go to the Left Coast and get too far out of his sight. Suddenly, he couldn't wait to see me go. Then there was what amounted to a contract that Cal sent me. Oh....it didn't say "Contract" and it wasn't written in legal mumble jumbo. No. It was pretty straight forward:
"I am willing to welcome you as a member of my family and want you to know that we are all looking forward to having you live with us. In talking with your dad, I am aware of your strengths and weaknesses. I am pleased to tell you that I think you will find our home here to be a nurturing one and together we are going to help you address your weaknesses while you spend your time at school exploiting your strengths. I know you have the capacity to be a great writer and I also believe, as does your dad, that you have the capacity to be an excellent student. While some might think I employ some unconventional methods in nurturing my family, still, in doing so, I teach them to focus and I teach them to be more disciplined in their approach and I can almost guarantee results. However, be aware that my methods of helping you to focus sometimes involves corporal punishment as well as other forms of discipline but any boy who has ever been here or is here now will tell you that my program will pay you huge dividends....."
Well, I read that but I have to admit I didn't pay much attention (which was after all one of my problems). And truth be known, while my stated goal for heading to the Coast was to spend a semester learning writing, I desperately wanted to bring my board and hit the beach and find out how good the surf really was. And getting some distance between me and my pain-in-the-ass father was one more benefit. The amazing thing was how at first he was so dead-set against my going and then after talking to Cal, he had a complete change of heart. So .....it was all set. My dad said yes. Cal sent the letter and I was packing my bags and getting psyched.
A few days after Cal's letter arrived, I get a call from him. "Did you sign the letter and return it?" Sign? Return? Huh? I didn't know what he was talking about but I re-read the letter and sure enough, at the bottom Cal asked me to sign and return the letter to him.
"....I have read fully this letter and understand its content and agree to live under the arrangements as outlined in this letter....."
I read that as: Surfs UP Baby! And signed and sent it off.
Lesson One: Read the Fine Print
Now, I had read the letter but to me it was all just general bull _s_h_i_t_. I mean, come on, who spanks in this day and age once a guy is out of diapers? Hell, in my home, nobody so much as ever swatted the dog. Corporal punishment meant to me that if I came home stoned or zonked I would be sent to my room to sleep it off. I interpreted my dad's eagerness to send me off as his desire to get rid of me as much as I desired getting the hell away from him. I learned Lesson #1. Read before you sign anything and know what it says.
I arrived at the airport with my gear stuffed into canvas bags, trunks and miscellaneous containers that had everything from soccer balls, tennis racquet and, of course, my surf board and was greeted by Larry, if you've read MMSA Stories you already know who he is. Cal's home was not exactly on the water, being more inland but it was a spacious Spanish style home with a view of the water. As we drove up the winding driveway, I said to Larry: Plenty of lawn to mow, huh? He indicated that we rotate that assignment unless you screw up..... _s_h_i_t_, I thought to myself, these guys will be glad to have me onboard.
Now, my home is in a part of the States which is admittedly hot and humid for parts of the year, but it is also the land of air conditioning. While Casa del Cal had air conditioning, he hated using it and instead relied on numerous ceiling fans to move the air. That was going to take some getting used to. Cal welcomed me to his home and brought me out to a screened porch with a spectacular view of the water in a distance and gave me an ice tea. This was the first time I met him. He was quite charming, distinguished gray hair around the temples, very professorial in tone and obviously a guy who took very good care of himself. He had on a white golf shirt and white tennis shorts white socks and tennis shoes. The two other guys that I saw were wearing only shorts. I was introduced to Paolo, Mei, Chris, and Larry. Larry who had disappeared while I was greeted by Cal came back as I was finishing my second glass of ice tea, wearing only running shorts -- obviously, the clothing of choice in the warm house as the other also only were wearing shorts. Larry came in to say that my gear was up in my room. Cal and I went up and he showed me my new quarters. I had a pretty good sized bedroom all to myself with a twin bed, desk, hard back chair, computer, a two seat sofa and a television, a six drawer chest, a book case and a pretty good sized closet. Cal suggested that I unpack and that he would help me. Help me? Help me to dump my stuff from the bag to the drawers? And then I learned he had a system. Underwear went into the top drawer, folded in a specific way and neatly stacked and alongside them were my undershirts, folded in a specific way also. The next drawer was socks and I found out that I had them folded incorrectly also. Whites went on the right, dress socks on the left and he separated the ones that were stained from playing in the rain in my home State's red clay soil into a third pile. Considering they were folded by our cleaning lady at home, I was not married to any particular way. However, it appeared since I was getting a demonstration of how to avoid stretching out the elastic, I doubt this was being done to get my approval.. Shirts and shorts, sweaters and sweatshirts were distributed in the remaining drawers. At the closet, we arranged the clothing by category and size from right to left: casual shirts, dress shirts, jeans and casual pants, and finally my suit and rain gear. Cal even had shelves in the closet for my hats, running shoes and dress shoes. Nothing went on the floor. He even found shelf space for my racquet, baseball glove and soccer balls.
Then came surprise message #1: "Now that we have everything put away neatly, you will be expected to keep it this way at all times. I am a strong believer that from order comes discipline and part of my mission is to instill discipline in your young life....."
The bathroom was between my room and Larry's and it connected both of our rooms.
Even here, a system was in place. Shaving equipment was to be kept in the medicine cabinet. I was able to put my electric razor, toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash and dental floss there. When he saw my bottle of Advil and pre ion Claritin, Cal opened a locked door and placed them in there. A little bit startled, I asked him why he locked up my meds? "You ask me for them when you need them." Fortunately, he let me keep my asthma med but he told me that I must inform him every time I used it. Is this guy a control freak, or what? Then he gave me the rules for the bathroom. Towels are to be kept on the racks, one for me and one for Larry. After we shower, we are to bring the used towel downstairs to the laundry room and replace it with a clean towel from the shelf. The laundry room had assigned hampers with our name on it. We each had our own laundry day....mine being Friday. (_s_h_i_t_! That's party day!!). Cleaning supplies for the bathroom were kept in the lower closet under the sink. "Clean as you use cause I will not tolerate an unkempt or unclean bathroom at any time......at all times when not in use, toilet seat and lid are to remain in the down position. No stains are to be left around the toilet. The shower is to be scrubbed clean after use and no hair left on or near the drain. There is a squeegee by the shower for cleaning off the shower glass partitions after use." _d_a_m_n_! Saturdays were cleaning day and besides shared responsibility for cleaning the common rooms and hallways, we were expected to vacuum and dust our own rooms, wash the bathroom and clean the chrome in the shower and sink. Whether Larry and I did this together or traded off was up to us but since we were both responsible, failure by either one would result in "counseling" for both. In the kitchen cabinet was a list of chores needed to be addressed on Saturdays and names would be assigned to those chores every Friday based on seniority and influenced by the number of counseling sessions. Frankly, my head was beginning to spin.
After all of that, Cal brought me back to my room and he sat on my desk chair. On weekdays, breakfast was served at 7am. Lights out at 11pm though how long you stayed up in your room was up to you. And the rules kept on coming: If you leave the house, you must close your windows in case it rained. Cal tracks our activities by a calendar program and we are to keep it accurate and updated. On school nights, we were expected home after classes unless we had a sporting event or needed to use the library --in which case it had to be recorded on the calendar. Any deviation from that had to be supported by a phone call with permission granted. Weekends, we were expected home by Midnight unless an exception was granted. Midnight? Is he out of his mind?? At one point, he asked me if I needed to be writing this down and I told him I had a photographic memory. He said: "Good cause failure to follow these procedures will result in further counseling......" WHAT?
Then just when I thought we had about covered it, came the you-are-in-the-third-grade-lecture: "I want to see a list of all of your classes on your calendar. I want to see all assignments. I want to see all graded papers, tests and quizzes. I want a weekly written status report.. Any grade less than a "B" or the equivalent will result in counseling. I expect you to devote your time here to achieving the results that I expect and it will be my job to help you achieve these goals."
And since I was going to be using one of his cars to get to and from school, I was on the rotation list for washing and cleaning the fleet and then there were the rules about keeping them gassed up and the oil changed..... _s_h_i_t_!
After Cal went downstairs to prepare dinner, I asked Larry what was all this _s_h_i_t_ about 'counseling.'
"Well, he believes in corporal punishment. When he tans your hide in private, it is called counseling.....when he does it downstairs with everybody watching, that is called punishment........" WHAT? AS IN PADDLING? Larry, who was now getting up from his bed where he was reading (and neatly straightening the bedspread) walked over to his closet and matter-of-factly opened his door and there hanging by a nail was a paddle a bit longer than ping pong paddle though not as wide, actually it was a small wooden one.....one side highly varnished, the other very rough and on the handle, neatly stenciled letters: L*A*R*R*Y. I'd dreamed about that paddle from what I'd read about Larry and there is was right in front of me hanging there! What the _f_u_c_k_???? I looked at Larry and said: No WAY was that on my agenda and quickly went back to my closet and opened the door to see that there was no paddle hanging there. Larry came in after me and pointed to the nail and said: "Don't worry, your first chore with Cal tomorrow is going to be to help him make one for you. I know....I helped him buy the wood yesterday....." I sat down on my sofa totally bewildered as to how I got myself into this mess. I asked Larry how often does the paddle get used? Larry said: "Cal uses it as an 'as-needed' basis. He will use it when you fail to follow procedure and sometimes, he will just use it to remind you of how it feels, so you can better focus. Cal believes that the best way to avoid deviating from his rules is to remind you from time to time BEFORE you deviate, so even if you prove to be a saint, you can expect to have a raw ass occasionally...... Welcome to the world!"
Now, I must admit that I came into this thing not totally blind to this. I'd read what he had posted and we had talked a lot before he reluctantly agreed to let me come. Truth be know, it gave me a bit of a _s_e_x_ual tingle thinking about the threat of a paddling from him, over his knees and all. But, outside of playing house with a girl back when I was 10, I never knew what it really meant to be paddled and I had a feeling Cal spanked harder than Tracy ever did.
Sure enough, the next day after breakfast and doing the dishes, Cal invited me to an old wood shed out back where we took some quarter inch oak and proceeded to shape it then drill some 100 holes in (so there is no wind resistance). Then Cal neatly inscribed J*E*F*F on the handle and then he instructed me to sand down the one side and then add 5 coats of varnish to just that side. What about the other side, I asked? "That takes very little conditioning. I will add a coat to that side when you are done...."
And so, about 8 hours after we started, my paddle hung in the middle of the shed to cure for 48 hours. "Hopefully, you won't be needing it for a few days but not to worry, I can always borrow one of the other paddles if need be...."
He had my attention FOR SURE!!! I scrupulously followed the rules for the next few days. That is until Friday. Friday was a bad day. I overslept and woke up at 7:50 for my 8 a. m. class located about 35 minutes away. Friday morning was my turn to do the breakfast dishes and in my rush, I forgot. I didn't make my bed and I left the bathroom temporarily in disarray. But, I knew Cal was already gone and was counting on my returning before he got home. After all, my last class was 12:45. I worked out and ran before returning home but getting a bit nervous about the time, I decided to shower when I got home.
You see where this is all going though I didn't at the time. I did not see Cal's Jaguar parked out front when I pulled up. How I missed a red Jag is beyond me.
I went in from the back door and proceeded to take a swig of orange juice from the container as I was going through the kitchen when I heard his voice from behind me: "I would think you would know that is not something we appreciate around here....." _s_h_i_t_!
I quickly turned around and greeted Cal standing there at the doorway of the dining room. Desperately trying to sort out my options, I tried to engage him in some lame conversation: Nice day huh? I hear the weekend is going to be really hot too.....'
Cal is not a bull _s_h_i_t_ter. In minutes, he had me dead to rights on all counts: " How come the dishes are still in the sink? Wasn't it your turn today to do them?" I explained that I was running late and thought it would be best to get them upon my return so I would not be late for class..... "Were you?" Was I what? "Were you late for class?" Uh....no. I got in just under the wire (Truth be known, I was nearly 45 minutes late for the 3 hour class....but I could tell Cal was not listening or buying my story. Then he dropped the bombshell: "I got a call from Don Wexler (my Prof.) who told me you missed half the class." OH DOUBLE _s_h_i_t_. He smiled. I was in for it now. I started to try to find a way around my lie when Cal stopped me cold: "I will give you 20 seconds to own up to your lie or the consequences are going to be far, far worse my boy....." What could I do?
He had me dead to rights on this one. So, I threw myself on his mercy and explained it was just that I slept late and that it would not happen again. Cal was now walking in my direction and once again, changing the subject says: "Did you go to school looking like that?" (I was in my work out gear, sweat soaked gray tee shirt, soccer shorts.....) I explained how I worked out and ran right home without showering so I could take care of my chores (hoping to show intent). "From now on, you work out at school, you shower and change back into your street clothes. I don't want my boys smelling and looking like they have no decent clothes.....is that understood?" Yes Sir. "Well, you might as well shuck those off and throw them in your hamper in the laundry room."
"Here?"
"Why not? You're going to go upstairs to take them off only to bring them back downstairs?" I told Cal I was going to take care of the dishes first before I showered and changed...... Cal said: "Fine, shuck them clothes, boy, and tend to the dishes before you go upstairs....." Not wanting to piss off Cal and surely hoping with all my heart not to break in the freshly varnished paddle, I went into the laundry room, took off my gear – EVERYTHING -- and came back out to the kitchen completely naked and as embarrassed as hell with Cal standing there staring at me. This was the first time Cal saw me bare and completely naked. I was nervous with humiliation and felt like a small kid being looked at! He said nothing but sat at the table while I tended to the dishes and in the process giving him a real good view of my naked back and buns too. I felt so uptight and humiliated like this with him there! Meanwhile I spent the time trying to figure how I was going to get upstairs and make my bed and straighten the bathroom before he went up there.
I had my back to him most of the time and when I finished and turned around I instinctively covered my privates with my hands in an attempt at modesty. "You playing with yourself, boy?" No sir. "Then move your hands away from your _c_o_c_k_." I did as I was told and felt his eyes scrutinizing al of me! And then, when he was good and finished and I was beyond the pale with embarrassment, he told me to re-wash my hands at the sink. Finally I had a reason to turn around and I did so quickly.
While drying my hands I suddenly felt Cal's hand on my right shoulder. "Let's you and me go upstairs for some counseling before the other boys get home....." I was afraid of that. I marched towards the stairs, naked, in a very warm house with Cal directing me, he hand on my arm .....trying to figure out how I was going to duck what appeared to be the inevitable.... Meanwhile, Cal is walking behind me saying..... "You and I are going to get to know each others likes and dislikes in short order." I felt my whole body tense and shutter at those words!
As we walked into my room with me naked, I tried to explain to Cal that I needed a few minutes to straighten up....and he cut me off: "No need to say anything, boy, we are going to address a number of different issues shortly, and the state of your room and bathroom are just a few more to that list...." We get into my room and he guides me over to my unkempt bed and sits me down and he sits next to me, his right hand gently stroking my left inner thigh in a maddeningly sensual touch. He turned my face to look directly into his eyes. "Boy, when you screw up, you outdo yourself......you did not clean the dishes, did not make your bed, clean your room or your bathroom, you were late for class and you lied about it and for the time being, we will ignore your unkempt appearance and your unsanitary drink from the orange juice container......We have rules here. We have standards here and in order for us to have order, you must follow those standards. We have rules and you knew when you came here what those rules were and you violated several of them, the most major being your lying to me." _d_a_m_n_ I was so nervous right then! Mind you all of this is being said to me while I am getting my upper thigh gently stroked while totally naked and the gentle touching plus the nervous anticipation of what I know is coming is getting me a half boner. Suddenly his hand moves from my thigh to my lower spine which sends a spine tingling chill up and down my back..... "What do you have to say for yourself?" Desperately trying to find a way to mitigate the inevitable I said: All of this was caused by my oversleeping and if it weren't for that.....(and I get interrupted)..... "You lost your focus and you lost your discipline and because you lied, you have lost my trust......and now it is time to restore these before you stray too far off..... The sharpness of his words really took me by surprised.
"Take your pillows and pile them on top of each other in the center of the bed......then bring me your paddle hanging in the closet.."
I wanted to beg for another option but knew there was going to be none. I piled the pillows, went over and picked up the paddle which still had a strong varnish smell to it and brought it over to Cal. I was pretty _d_a_m_n_ scared. At least my complete nudity wasn't bothering me as much as it was earlier. I guess I had more things to worry about. Cal told me to mount the pillows so that my chest was over them, my knees on the bed and my knees spread wide. I felt like a frog once in the position. I asked him if we could talk about this first and he said that was precisely what we were going to do and that the paddle was going to help me listen. I kept telling myself he would go easy, this being my first time. I was crazy. His first shot to my bare ass catapulted me forward, toppling the pillows as my hands lunged for my scalding ass, and I screamed like I had just gotten branded. That was only ONE. Talk about getting my attention. At this point, begging was no longer beneath me. Cal was very patient. He stopped and placed the paddle on the bed and he helped me up and even hugged me for a long while but when all was said and done, he made clear that I was not getting off with just one lick. I was going to be paddled.
After that respite, he re-positioned me over the pillows and firmly planted one hand on my back while he resumed testing out the new paddle. OH GOD, I HAD NO IDEA A PADDLE COULD PACK SO MUCH STING. OW! OWW! OWWW!.....PLEASE NO MO....OWW!.....pleading was not getting me anywhere. My hands grabbed as much mattress as it could and I buried my head in a desperate effort to control the pain. But it did nothing to control the pain and only had the effect of raising my bare ass up higher for him! After 20 or so smacks, Cal paused long enough to himself spread my legs apart once again for me and he proceeded to work on the inner thigh just below the cheeks of my ass. I hadn't cried like this since I fell off my bike at the boy scout jamboree. OWW!, OWW!.....OWW!.........OWWW!......OWWW!.....OWWW!!......OWWW!!.....OWWW!!....OWWW!!.....OWWW!!.....OWWW!!.
Just when my ass seemed to be getting numb to the pain, Cal found a new spot to work on. Not sure how long it lasted.....30, 40, 50 blows.....all I know was I got the message loud and clear after the first 5 and the rest were all 'for future reference.' When he finally stopped, he sat down on my bed beside my spanked body and pried my hands which were still hanging on to mattress for dear life. My ass was burning like I had sat on a hot griddle. Cal gently stroked my back and gradually brought his hand down over my very red and very sore ass. His hand stung when he touched me there, but in some strange way it also felt good there right now. He had been talking.... but frankly, I had tuned him out after about the 4th blow. I wasn't even paying much attention to his gentle stroking until I suddenly felt his finger probing around my hole. Cal always knows how to get your attention. His finger was not lubed but all of my screaming and pounding in my very warm room had me generating quite a sweat and that served as a bit of lube for the his finger which pushed gently, very very slowly, but firmly and relentlessly into my hole. Using his same hand he spread his fingers apart between my thighs just below my ass to get me to spread wide and when I did, I felt it easier to accept his penetration so I moved my legs wide and then I started to tune Cal in.....
"Just relax and let me in boy.....that's it .....nice and easy....it's time we get thoroughly acquainted. There is nothing on or in your body that I do not control and once you come to accept that, you will find it easier to live by my rules. You have no privacy, no modesty, no secrets. I am teaching you how to surrender completely..... relax all of your muscles and reveal your last secret place....."
Deeper and deeper his finger went. Instinctively, I kept trying to squeeze it out but when I squeezed it kept coming and it hurt. I soon learned what total relaxation meant and with that the true meaning of total surrender. Living at home was never like this. After he digitally probed me for awhile, I felt all resistance fade, replaced by uncontrolled moans and grunts as he continued and probed deeper and deeper. He withdrew his finger....pushing it all the way back in one more time to see that I offered no resistance. All he got was an erotic moan. "That's my boy.....you are learning.....now stand up and let's see how the rest of you is doing....." That was when I realized that I was boned to the max. "Under any other circumstances, I would have been so embarrassed to have anybody see me standing like that, but now suddenly, I wasn't. I no longer had anything or any reason to hide. I had no secrets from Cal and it was a good thing cause Cal was in no mood to consider my privacy. Standing there naked right next to him my dick pointing at him right about at his elbow height, Cal seized this as the moment to finish getting to know the rest of me. He reached around and pulled me closer to him and then proceeded to examine my erect dick commenting that I was circumcised and cupping my balls. It was a small price to pay after having endured the paddling of my life just a few minutes earlier. And all the attention being given to my front helped to take my mind over the pain coming from my rear. But after his groping me and being satisfied that the last part of me had been totally and intimately examined, Cal told me to take a shower.....something that I desperately needed after working out earlier and the work out I had only just gotten on my bed. I felt totally exhausted yet somehow totally wonderful.
And then he said: "And later on I am going to tell Larry to show you how to trim down there so it looks neater...." HUH? That was later. The only think that concerned me now was that Cal told me to be quick –that he wasn't 'done.' What did he mean? Done checking my body or done tenderizing my ass? Not wanting to loiter after being given an order, I quickly went in and showered, the cool water felt good, especially on my still very sore ass. I couldn't believe how hot it felt! I dried myself off and wrapped my towel around my waist and came back into my room to see Cal sitting at my desk going through my backpack. Oh _s_h_i_t_. I knew there was stuff in there he was not going to be pleased with, especially the pop quiz that I had forgotten to show him yesterday. Sure enough, he was staring intently at it. As I walked into the room, I was heading towards my underwear drawer but Cal had other plans: Waving my quiz toward me, Cal said: "This looks like it has yesterday's date on it.....and it doesn't look like it was a very focused performance on your part either....." Oh _s_h_i_t_. Then Cal adds: "That's ok, we were far from done anyway.....don't go over there, I want you over here....and why are you covering yourself like that? What are you ashamed of?" What indeed? He had already seen all I had and then some. With my hands at my side, I made my way over towards Cal a bit nervous, but hopeful as he was not steering back towards the bed. Perhaps we were only going to talk since my butt was still beet red from earlier despite the cold water I put on it in the shower and the time that had passed.
Cal did not look like a man interested in conversation. As I moved closer to him, he moved me so he could place his very large hand on my very sore butt and started talking while simultaneously kneading and stroking my bare butt. "You will find that the rules here are easy and straightforward and that means we all behave in an open and frank atmosphere as I tried to convey to you earlier. There may still be consequences to pay even when you are open and honest. However those consequences, as you are about to learn, become far more contemplative when you are less than frank and open with me. Everything I am doing now to train you is to impress upon you that you will not and cannot hide anything from me. And a number of your actions today have warranted punishment which we will address later on this evening when the boys are all home but, right now, we are going to add to your counseling...."
With that Cal used his hand on my butt to guide me to his lap. Instinctively, I resisted bending over and that was when I felt what his hand could do to my now completely tenderized ass. One unexpected quick and sharp whack and I once again saw stars and I actually jumped on to my tip toes.
"I will accept nothing less than your total and complete submission, my boy. You do as I order when I order. You obey me without question and without hesitation. Anything less will only make it more unpleasant for you......do you understand me?" What could I do? What could I say? I understood completely. I responded: Yes Sir.
Cal is a pro. There is absolutely no doubt of his intent. He has done it before many times. And he was already carefully seated in position for his next move, or should I say my next move. "Over my lap, son......move your body up .....more....place your _c_o_c_k_ between my legs so it is out of way.....that's it ....now spread those legs wide....wider....you have nothing left to hide anymore.....that's it move your hands out so that only your fingers are touching the carpet....same back here....only your toes touching ....that's it, a nice four-legged stance.....good boy."
With Cal, humiliation is his way of stripping away the veneer on a boy. Confidence, pride, superiority, independence.....one by one, he strips away these layers until he is left with a malleable mold of human flesh. And then he builds you back up using the same pieces but in a way that shapes you as he wants you to be shaped. No easy feat. But Cal uses every resource to accomplish his mission. He knows the avenues to a boy's brain....pain, fear, humiliation even _s_e_x_, and he works those controls like a crane operator building a high rise but in this case, it is Cal building a new boy.
_s_e_x_? There is no more powerful a stimulus than _s_e_x_ for a teen boy. It is an animal instinct which we are all taught to control if not completely suppress. It is something we hide until we are alone in our rooms or with a companion. Cal breaks through that control....that suppression –just one more layer he peels away. _s_e_x_ual release is used as a vehicle for releasing all of the emotions and as a way to demand the ultimate control.
So here I was stretched wide open, stark naked –still, my butt still crimson from the last go around with the paddle and right by Cal's side on the floor is the paddle. OH GOD did I not want him to use that. This time, however, he didn't. His version of OTK is more of a tactile one between my ass and his hand, his touch is erotic. But, it wasn't enough for me to just present myself bare up over his knee. It wasn't enough to spread my legs to invite punishment of my most sensitive areas: " When I punish you this way, you will receive your punishment by lifting up your ass high to accept my hand. This achieves the desired result without the use of the paddle which I do not think your bare bottom needs right now. However, I have it here should you prove to be incapable of learning. We do have plenty of time and I am a patient man. For this kind of counseling to be effective, it requires rhythm and every time that you interfere with that rhythm means that the counseling continues that much longer. In other words, you will dictate the length of time of the session. I don't expect you to be able to hold your position butt high but I do expect you to return to that position immediately, do you understand me, boy?"
Yes sir. And _d_a_m_n_, for sure I did! I was paying 100% attention for sure!
"Bare bottom up nice and high for me, boy."
I put my butt up as far as I could in an almost awkward 4 point push up stance and Cal reached around and grabbed my dick with his left hand, using it as a sort of joy stick or handle to keep me in place. SMACK! OWW! _d_a_m_n_! That hurt as much as the paddle though probably because it was hitting tenderized skin. And every time he slapped by ass, his hand squeezed my dick. My butt went down and I forgot to raise it up until Cal warned me: "Get it up, boy!" I guess I took him out of his rhythm. SMACK! OWW! AAH!!!, man that was burning like a having a hot iron pressed against my flesh. "You are not focusing on your part of the counseling which is not going to begin until you do. Let me help you focus....." With that, Cal's left hand moved from my dick to my balls which he proceeded to work in his hand sending erotic sensations deep into my abdomen. Cal was right....that got me to focus. SMACK! AHHHH! Squish ahhhh and up I went. SMACK! AHHH! SMACK!! AHH! SMACK! AHHH! And gradually, Cal's hand moved back to my dick as I got with his program. The pain to my reddening ass was nothing compared to the sensation of what he could do to my nuts if I didn't obey. His ass smacking continued interspersed by two words of his lecturing: " This session (SMACK) is for (SMACK) failing to (SMACK) perform your (SMACK) chores like (SMACK) all of (SMACK) us are (SMACK) required (SMACK). (SMACK). (SMACK). You are (SMACK) going to (SMACK) learn to (SMACK). Follow the (SMACK) rules or (SMACK) you are (SMACK) going to (SMACK) learn to (SMACK) sit in (SMACK) on a very sore bare bottom. (SMACK). (SMACK). (SMACK). =.
By now two things were happening, I was crying my eyes out like a 5 year old who just fell off his bike but I was now rhythmically pistoning my dick in Cal's hand and Cal was doing nothing to discourage my humping his hand. Soon, I started to lose track of the pain and the screams as I started to moan at the intense _s_e_x_ual stimulation I was receiving. This was a far intense than any of my own masturbatory sessions whether because of the associated pain or because it was Cal's own hand. Suddenly, perhaps sensing my closeness to cumming, Cal shifted his attention from my lower buttocks to my inner thighs and my hole. He found pressure points I never knew existed there and between my thighs! _s_h_i_t_, by the third slap to my inner thigh real close in, I jizzed all over the carpet in the most intense orgasmic release I have ever experienced. I collapsed in total emotional and physical exhaustion. I even surrendered to the pain. Cal's counseling came to a conclusion shortly after my orgasm. He got what he wanted from me. I was his.
Cal gathered me up in his arms and gently carried me naked over to my bed, moving my pillow to the top. At first I panicked. I thought MY GOD, not the paddle again. But Cal was looking after me: "Normally after a counseling session I expect my boys to think about session while standing in the corner, but I am going to cut you some slack for now." My ass was sore. My nuts were sore. My toes were sore from trying to hold up my body. Once at the bed, he sat down with me still in his arms and my head still on his shoulders. I could not move, but I didn't want to move either! It felt so good to be in his arms. Cal sat there on the bed holding me tightly for what seemed like an eternity while I quietly sobbed. I am not sure I was sobbing from the pain as much as from the humiliation. Or maybe it was just from the total feel of warmth and acceptance I felt in his arms like this. I was sore yet I felt emotionally higher than I ever had in my whole life! Cal got what he wanted regardless. I was never going to disobey or disappoint him again. He moved his hand to my buns and started to work his finger in to my hole. Instinctively, I spread my legs to let him in. I knew at that point for sure that I was his. I would always obey. His finger hurt cause his finger was dry but I was so hurting it hardly mattered. After getting his finger slowly all the way in and up, he leaned over and tenderly whispered in my ear: "you relax cause tonight when the boys are home, you have to be punished." That word hit me like a body slam to my gut. "We will postpone your punishment until after dinner. It will be in the den. Bring the paddle with you when you come downstairs and do not put any clothes on for the rest of the evening. We are going to put your modesty at bay once and for all......" Round Three of the first day in the Rest of my Life Maybe die hard exhibitionists enjoy being the only naked person in a room even when the room is all guys. I am not one of them, however. Besides, with my butt and upper thighs were now a bright crimson red, and I looked like I had sat on a wet "Stop" sign. So, I was not anxious to go downstairs especially after the other guys started returning home. I was, however, summoned for the early evening soiree in Cal's study where we each report on our days events and reveal any bad news that needs to be addressed. Grades tend to lead the list of bad news items. Cal subscribes to the theory that the only thing separating you from an "A" is focus, effort and desire. He does not believe in the 'left brain' 'right brain' theory to explain why some excel in Math and Science while others excel in English and Literature. So anything less than an "A-" was sure to invite some counseling. Still, I have to hand it to him because he ALWAYS was there to help us anytime and he spent hours tutoring us. That night, though, not all the news at this particular session was bad, of course, it was embarrassing (for me) to find how often my housemates were bringing home "A's". But, if you are going to make a Confession, this was the time to do it and sitting there was when you heard about somebody getting a parking ticket while somebody else reported driving over the flower bed when backing out of the driveway going to school earlier in the day. It was hard to read Cal during these sessions. He sat there at his desk almost stone faced making notes. The chairs in the study were all very comfy. However, Cal arranged for me to sit on a wooden stool for the entire evening. That put me more on display given that I was naked and also raised my discomfort level. The stool was tall enough that I could not comfortably put my feet on the ground leaving my very sore butt to bear (bare?) the brunt of my weight save what I could help cushion by putting my feet on the lower rungs of the stool. That, however, naturally caused my legs to spread and my _c_o_c_k_ and balls to be on full display. Needless to say, I squirmed a lot looking for a comfortable position and one that could help me retain at least a tiny bit of modesty. But, no matter, when you are the only one naked, and you are sitting up completely naked and high, you are going to be uncomfortable and on display regardless of discomfort in the seat area. Plus, I had the added discomfort of knowing that as sore as my butt was from the earlier 'counseling' I was going to be receiving punishment –in front of everybody. And I doubted the punishment session was going to be less severe than the counseling sessions and I was more concerned about that than anything else. In fact, so preoccupied was I with upcoming events of the evening, I did not hear Cal ask me if I ever cleaned gutters before –a reference to upcoming weekend chores.
Unfortunately, that revealed how I was not paying attention....one of my weaknesses both at home and at school, I'm afraid, and one that falls under Cal's heading of "focus." _d_a_m_n_! I noted Cal's making additional notes. When it was finally my turn to give a summary of my week, there was very little in the way of good news. In fact, it was one, very long, list of screw ups, _f_u_c_k_ ups and a serious case of lack of focus. Said Cal: "As you can see this boy is definitely a work in progress.....but with good guidance and counseling, we will give our newest member the focus he needs to improve his behavior and habits. Please each of you help him anyway you can."
After this session, we were all excused from Cal's study only to return for individual counseling. One by one we each returned to Cal's study while the rest of us sat outside in the living room. After the door closed and a suitable period of quiet came the unmistakable WHACK, WHACK, WHACK noise followed by hushed groans and sometimes not so hushed OWs! Chris cried that night. Having already endured two very severe counseling sessions, at least by my standards (!), I was anticipating that I was going to be spared any further sessions, at least until my punishment which was scheduled for after dinner. Imagine my shock when Cal came out of his study and asked me to step in to see him. At first I froze. And when he once again insisted I join him, I lost it. Looking at Cal with tears now streaming out of my eyes I just exploded: You can't really be serious.....my ass can't take any more. "Jeff, if you learn nothing else living with me, you will learn absolute obedience, do you understand? Now before you add to your already long list of mis-deeds and offenses, I would suggest you get in here immediately." I just lost it! I could not believe how I was crying. I hadn't cried spontaneously like that since my very early pre-teen years. But here I was, still naked, and now crying almost uncontrollably. Cal was not insensitive to my current state. He could see that I was an emotional wreck. He came over to me and put his arms around me and walked me in there. Cal shut the door and again came over to me and took me in his arms and I all but collapsed, begging for mercy. Cal stroked my back and occasionally moved his hand clear down to my still sore and very sensitive butt cheeks and told me that I had to get control of myself: "You are going to have to learn to take your counseling and take it like a man. This behavior is not what I expect of you." Still in his arms, I told him that I had it. I was tired of the spankings. I was tired of being naked. I was tired of the rules. I was tired of the fear that my next move was going to lead to more pain and most of all I was fearful of the upcoming punishment session and no way did I want more counseling. "I can see you are in severe distress and you are not thinking rationally. What was going to happen between you and I in this room is no longer relevant. We are now getting to the root of your problem. You lack discipline and you think you operate under different rules. Well, you don't. Now....go upstairs to your room move the pillows to the center of the bed as I showed you earlier and we will continue your counseling until you learn discipline." I was now really losing it and I tried to argue. "GO NOW OR YOU WILL SINCERELY REGRET IT.....You are already going to have a most unpleasant weekend, don't make it worse than it already is." I stormed out of his room and ran upstairs to my bedroom.
Cal came up a few minutes after me and found me crying on my bed, my pillows not in the position as he instructed. My head was buried in one of them and I was crying out of control. Cal left me alone but what I did not know was what he was doing. When I heard his footsteps coming from the bathroom I heard him talking and then I realized he was not talking to me....that Larry was with him. "Stand here and hold this.....I felt Cal leaning over me, his hands were on my bare body and then on my ass. All I could think about was anticipating the blows to start any minute as he paddled me again. And I started screaming into my pillow but instead of the paddle I felt Cal's hands pulling together and clutching my own hands by my face. His body weight was leaning against my back thus pinning me down for it and I knew it was going to be another paddling! Then his own hand, the one that paddled me, let go of my hands and brushed my cheek and wiped my tears. It was quiet in the room except for my crying, but then I felt his hand spread my cheeks and soon then his finger applied some soothing cream and lubed me very thoroughly. A minute later, his middle finger was at the entry to my hole and he began to enter me. I tensed my grip on his other hand at my face. I didn't know what was going on especially with Larry there. Then, in one quick, swift motion I felt his finger pull out and his hand press against my lower back as he slowly but deliberately inserted the enema nozzle. I was startled at first and didn't know what it was and I started to turn over but as I did, I heard the unmistakable 'click' followed by the slowly and gently surging water into my bowels.
"Now hold still, boy....this is just what you need to calm you down......just relax and let it flow in......you need calming and this will calm you." I moaned loudly as I felt the warm water very slowly begin to dance against my prostate. I felt my dick getting boned beyond my belief. His body weight was on my back and he was clutching my hands at my face. I felt my face flush, but I also felt I HAD to submit. More than that. For some strange reason I knew I wanted to submit completely. When I started to move to better accommodate that nozzle and increasing size, I felt Cal let go of my hands and reach under and pull me back and up and start pistoning my dick. Between the stimulation to my prostate, Cal's gyration of my dick and my emotional state I soon jizzed on my sheets. Cal knew exactly what I needed. My emotions soared in his arms.
I got hold of my sobbing and felt my stomach expanding and Cal's stroking moved to my scrotum and ass. I started to get some cramps and I heard Cal say: "shut it off Larry." And then the tube was removed from my ass. I squirmed around though his hands never left my body and I looked at him. At that point he seemed to be caring about me and I knew I wanted to be here around him as much as I could. I went to get up to run to the bathroom, but Cal pressed down on my body and kept me there with his hands stroking me. "Show some discipline.....get control of your body and hold it for me for five minutes......I will tell you when to get up and empty.....in the meantime, just relax and accept it."
Once again, Cal had broken me. Once again, I surrendered. I laid there taking short breaths feeling my dick getting hard once again. His hand was holding it as he helped me through it and help me, yea, for sure he did. His concern was genuine and I felt it. On the other hand, my emotions were beyond anything I thought I could possibly experience and I was soaring higher than I every had imagined was possible, but still I felt secure, accepted, and especially very respected and valued as he guided me. He was going to make a difference in my life for sure and I knew that now. You have no idea how good that make me feel.
But this was only the end of Week One.