THE TAMING OF DREW By DG artsbuff_2001@yahoo. com
Drew Wilson was a pretty happy young man three months into his seventeenth year he felt like he had the world in a bottle, and the cork in the other hand. His almost new car a bright yellow Mustang purred quietly as he made his way home from school on Friday night. One more week and the summer vacation began, he had already been told he had his old job back on construction and he looked forward to making some good money again his car was the result of his hard work the year before. Beside him and just as happy was his soon to be stepbrother 15 year old Frank
Drews dad and Franks mother were to be married in a couple of weeks and both young men were really looking forward to living under the same roof in Drews home. They would share a room for a while until the house was remodeled to accommodate the change in families. In a nutshell they were great buddies already and had grown to know one another intimately over the last few months. They pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.
Lets give this a quick wash and go cruising downtown Drew said.
Frank got the hose and started to wet down the car while Drew got the buckets, soap, etc they were almost finished when Drews dad pulled into the drive behind them. Greetings were exchanged and small talk ensued. Mr. Wilson told Frank he needed to talk to him, and would he please come into the house, thinking it would be something to do with the upcoming wedding Frank followed him into the kitchen. Mr. Wilson told him to sit down and was about to sit himself when the phone rang.
Excuse me Frank and he went over and answered it. Frank could only hear one half of the conversation.
Yes, this is Mr. Wilson. I see how long has this been going on . . . well I really do appreciate your informing me and rest assured I will take care of it at once. He hung up the phone.
Frank would you please go and tell Drew I need to see him at once. Frank went outside and soon returned following Drew into the house, Mr. Wilson told both boys to sit down at the table and he sat across from them.
I really do need to talk to you both some very serious information has just come to my knowledge, first Frank let me ask you, has Drew explained how he is punished? The two youths exchanged glances before Frank replied Yes
He elaborated and said his father had used the same method using his belt, prior to his death two years earlier. Good replied Mr. Wilson then there is no need for me to go into it in great detail at this time, other than to say I use it because it is swift, and while it does a lot of good not a lot of time is lost for more pleasant pastimes.
Frank I have had long conversations with your mother and she is concerned you are getting a little, no, a lot out of hand so we have agreed as of this moment forth all your discipline will be at my hands, and the same method as Drews. Is that understood?
A somewhat surprised Frank spluttered a Yes Sir
Mr. Wilson looking directly at Frank continued.
My reason for asking you in here before the phone rang was to tell you that the recent outburst toward your mother is not only going to result in your apologizing to her, but you are going to receive six strokes of the cane on your bare buttocks. Frank gasped and visibly paled but said nothing.
Turning to Drew. The phone call was from the Secretary at the High School, the Principal asked her to call and inform me of a serious lack of homework turned in by you this last two weeks, I am not going to ask you why, because I know the reason you just dont appear to give dam. Well that frame of mind has just come to an abrupt end with my realizing I have been far too lenient of late. Its been too long since you had your backside warmed, youll get a dozen, right after Franks six.
Drew choked, eight was the most he had ever had and that was murderous, his eyes misted and he started to say something. Mr. Wilson cut him off.
You want to try for fourteen? Drews mouth snapped shut.
Drew take Frank upstairs and into your room, explain how to get ready and show him how to arrange things, hell have to learn how to do it by himself.
Without a word the two youths turned and headed for the stairs, Mr. Wilson got himself a Coke and sat down to check through the mail.
The youths entered Drew's room and closed the door, Frank just collapsed on the bed.
Geez, I havent had my butt beat for over two years, I thought I was done with it now it starts all over again, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Drew sat beside him.
Cool it dude, it hurts like hell but an hour later, even less, if we have to we are on our way downtown, better than a weeks restriction like the other guys get. Now come on I dont want extra strokes for not being ready.
Drew showed Frank how to pile the pillows on the bed and then demonstrated how he was to lay across them and take his strokes, and not to forget to count them out loud. He then took the two canes out of his closet. Both the same length about 24 inches but one a little thicker than the other, he laid them on the dresser. Drew then told him they had to be naked below the waist. That set Frank going again.
No way man, Im not going to let your dad see my dick so thats final, my mom will back me on that one for sure.
Drew replied that he could try it but his dad would remove his shorts and most likely add strokes, so it was just easier to do it, and he started to undress, Shoes socks, jeans, and finally his jockey shorts. Then he sat on the bed and looked at Frank who to had undressed except for his shorts. Frank was surprised to see that his buddy had a semi stiff dick, the boys knew one another intimately and Frank had seen and held Drew's dick even jerked it off and had it rubbed in the crack of his butt. However to think that an adult was going to see it shocked the hell out of him.
Drew followed Franks gaze and told him that it was one of those things he always got hard during a whipping and his dad pretended not to notice. His last word to Frank was.
Id take those shorts off if I was you. Frank just shook his head.
A few hour long minutes and Mr. Wilson knocked on the door and entered, he looked around and then directly at Frank.
Why do you have your shorts on, didnt Drew tell you, you had to be naked below the waist.
Yes Sir.
Then why are you still wearing them, get them off now
I dont think I should expose myself to you, the now terrified boy replied.
Mr. Wilson sat on the bed and motioned Frank over to him, when Frank was directly in front of him he reached over put his fingers in the waist band of the boys shorts and slid them right to the ground. Pointing right at Franks penis.
See just like all the others, a flaccid appendage, all males have them, your timidity just earned you an extra stroke, now step out of them and position yourself as you were told.
Frank stepped out of his crumpled underwear and glancing through misting eyes at his friend he placed himself in position to be punished. Mr. Wilson went to the dresser and chose the thinner of the two canes. Moving to the side of the bed he looked down at the young man who was to be beaten for not showing the respect he should have toward his mother. He noticed the perfectly formed buttocks, a wisp or two of hair beginning to show in the cleft of the cheeks. A still slightly pale area where the weather had not reached the flesh. He also noticed the muscles clenching and told the boy to spread his legs further apart making it more difficult for him to do that, he wanted relaxed muscle for the caning about to begin. He noticed that the widened V of the legs exposed the testicles and penis that was now thrust backward; he took the shorts off the floor and pushed them into the gap to protect them.
He then gently laid the cane across those perfect orbs of youthful buttocks.
Frank gritted his teeth at that last sweet kiss of the cane, he heard the instructions to be very still until told he could move, and was reminded his obstinacy had earned him an extra stroke. He gripped the vertical spindles of the headboard and screwed his eyes shut as he felt the instrument of pain lifted from his bottom. A hushed SWISH the cane landed on his bottom, for a split second he could feel nothing and then someone dumped a bucket of hot coals on his bottom. Quickly he remembered, One Sir
Another SWISH more fire, Two Sir
Three Sir
Four Sir He was in agony now as that same person continued to stoke the fires of hell across his buttocks.
Five Sir He let out a yell and a plea of please No more
Six Sir his plea denied.
A pause and Mr. Wilson informed him that he would now get his extra stroke. Mr. Wilson was an Architect, and he looked down at the now red striped buttocks, he saw six perfectly spaced parallel lines, almost as if done in his office. The seventh and final stroke was put at an angle to neatly tie all the others together.
Frank heard the seventh SWISH and a molten ball of lava roared across his bottom. He shrieked
Seven Sir
And his whole body went limp, the pain was horrendous never again would he not show respect for his mother or any other adult.
He was told he may stand and dress, his penis was now a mere nub barely peeking out of the new bush of hair sprouting in his groin. He let out a mother OUCH as the waistband slipped out of his fingers and snapped at the welts on his bottom then he stood back as Drew got himself into position.
He noticed as Drew lowered himself onto the now somewhat flattened pillows that this friend now had a full erection. Mr. Wilson went through the same widening of the legs and placed protection in the V of his son. He looked down and noticed that in the five months since the two had last met like this, his son had matured somewhat. The blonde fuzz of his buttocks was now taking on some color, there was more hair in the cleft of them, and when he had lowered himself onto the bed had noticed that his sons pre caning erection was also larger. My son is almost a man he thought as he lay the thicker of the two canes on the bottom of the young man.
Drew felt the cane, and readied himself for the beating that was to come, eight was all he had ever had and he was not sure he could endure that again. The cane was no longer on his body, but arching upward an extension of his fathers arm
The SWISH the initial no pain crash then the hot coals; no way would he be able to endure eleven more like that.
One Sir Two Sir Three Sir
By the sixth stroke he was writhing in agony and it took every fiber of his being to stay in position as the beating continued. Without realizing it Frank was staring at his friends swelling bottom, and was amazed at the way it shook under the rain of blows. What he was aware of was the fact that he now had a rock hard penis watching the bottom he had so tenderly stroked and rubbed being abused so.
Drew had now endured nine strokes, and the pain level was now at a peak and not rising, his pleas of no more were ignored and he lay and resigned himself to take the rest without any more.
Ten Sir, OOOHHHHH!
Eleven Sir, WHEEE!
Twelve Sir
It was over; the last two strokes criss-crossing the others to form an X his fathers trademark. He had taken the worst whipping of his life, and mentally swore to never put himself in this situation again. He was told he could stand and dress; Mr. Wilson laid the cane back on the dresser and left the room closing the door behind him. Frank went to his still naked friend and hugged him, his erection pressing into Drew.
Drew relaxed in his friends arms and let some of the pain drain away, he noticed Franks dick was pressing into his groin area, and his own was starting to raise from its flaccid state. He heard Mr. Wilsons car start and drive away; he reached between them and started to remove Franks jeans, then shorts. Soon the two rock hard dicks were rubbing together as the two youths gently rubbed each others swollen bottoms.
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