David closed his eyes and attempted to block out the sounds coming from the next room. It was the first time his Mother's new boyfriend had stayed for the night. Mrs. Haig had waited until David had gone to bed before asking her boyfriend to spend the night with her. Her intention had been that George would leave before David got up, but Georges vigorous lovemaking and the resulting noise had made the deception redundant. David felt awful as he listened to the moans and groans, the bed squeaking and the cries of ecstasy coming from the other side of the wall behind his head. His Father had only been dead just over four months and David hated the fact that his Mother was seeing another man so soon, he also disliked George. For once the boy refrained from playing with himself in the darkness almost as an act of defiance against the obvious activities in the next room. As he heard George shout 'Im coming.......Oh God!' David turned onto his stomach squashing his erection into the matress.
When David awoke the next morning his first conscious thought was of his hardness. As he did every morning he began to play with himself. Suddenly the door burst open. David jerked his hand away from himself and looked up. To his amazement George was standing in the doorway wearing just a vest and underpants. The boy stared at the man seeing him in a different light for the first time. Before he had only ever seen him wearing a smart business suit and tie, hair smoothed down with cream,'smarmy' as David had said to his Mum. Now George looked very different, his hair was dishevelled and his face was dark with stubble, dark hairs protruded from the top of the vest and his legs were muscular and hair covered, but what David noticed most was the prominent bulge clearly outlined in the snug briefs. The boy stared and realised at once just why his Mother was so enamoured of the man. George strode across to the bed and hauled the bedclothes off of the boy.
"Come on lazy bones........breakfast will be ready in five minutes!"
George saw at once the boy was aroused, he could hardly fail to notice, David's erection was protruding from his pyjamas.
"Well, well, well!.......now that is very naughty isn't it?!"
David blushed and attempted to stuff himself away.
"Did your Mother tell you that I've been married before?"
David shook his head, still scarlet in the face.
"Well I have been and I've got three boys of my own, and let me tell you that when I caught them doing what you have been doing they were punished.....get up"
David swung his feet onto the cold linoleum and stood up. As he did so George sat on the bed.
"Seeing as I'm going to be your new Daddy we had better start as we mean to go on"
George patted his hairy muscular thigh.
"Over you come!"
David looked at George in disbelief. Firstly he couldn't believe what he had just heard, that his Mother was going to marry this man, and secondly, only Teachers at school had ever punished him and then with the slipper as he touched his toes. He had never been across a mans lap for a smack!
"Come on boy, I haven't got all day......over my knees or it will be worse for you!"
The boy wanted to yell for his Mum, then he did just that. Moments later she appeared at the doorway.
"What on earth are you yelling for David?!"
The boy turned to his Mother and in a rush gabbled out that George wanted to hit him. To his horror his Mum said that if he had done something to deserve it then he had better just take his medicine! What the boy couldn't know was that George had brought up the subject of discipline the previous nught as he had been thrusting his very large _c_o_c_k_ into her. He couldn't know either that his late Father had been very under endowed and so having experienced the delights of Georges _s_e_x_ual prowess the woman was totally enamoured and to ensure that she retained the newly discovered wonder of _s_e_x_ with a 'real man' she was totally subservient to her new lover. She would do anything he suggested......a new regime of corporal punishment for her son seemed a small price to pay for the pleasures she was going to enjoy.
George patted his thigh again.
"Bend over my knees David, I won't ask you again!"
Feeling that his world was coming to an end the boy lowered himself across the mans thighs. As he did so his Mother went downstairs.
"In future boy you will obey me instantly, if I say 'bend over' you bend over, if I say 'across my knees' you get across my lap........do you understand?!"
David muttered a 'yes' as he stared down at the floor. Tears pricked at his eyes as he realised how helpless he was. Suddenly his bottom exploded in a burst of pain as a hard hand landed across his buttocks.
"OOWWWWWWW!!!!"
The boy jerked forward and shifted his bottom sideways. Two further hard slaps landed.
"Keep still David.......I'd hate to have to take your pyjamas down....."
George smacked the boys bottom long and hard. alternating between cheeks occasionally hitting right in the middle. David had never experienced such pain. At school, a slippering was over after three or four whacks, six at the most, but George was slapping his bottom non stop over and over again. The boy sobbed and yellped until he was crying loudly and flopped across the mans lap, totally subdued. The slapping stopped.
As he lie there he felt Georges hand rest gently on his throbbing bottom.
"There now......you can get up........is it sore?"
David pushed himself up and stood, refusing to meet the mans eyes.
"I asked whether your bottom is sore, as you haven't answered I can only assume it's not.......shall I smack you again?"
The boy took a step back.
"No!.......it is sore.......leave me alone!"
George 'tut tutted' and smoothed the tops of his thighs with his hands.
"I'm moving in at the weekend and I shall be bringing a very large gymshoe and a cane, the same ones I use on my own boys when they come to stay with me, I suggest you mind your manners boy........believe me, I know how to use both to very good effect"
David sniffed and wiped his eyes with his fingers. George stood up and looked down at the fourteen year old.
"As from the weekend you call me Dad, Father or Sir, whichever you prefer....any more 'George' and I'll warm your backside, now go down to breakfast!"
David, who definately felt as though his world had come to an end quickly dashed from the room rubbing his sore bottom. George looked carefully at the sheet on the bed and the tell tale signs of a boy having been enjoying himself were clearly visible. Gently the man touched the stained sheet and grinned. He knew from past experience with his own sons that there were going to be plenty more punishments administered in this house...................