Jeb drove back to his place that night feeling very good about himself and with more than a little bit of continuing excitement. After all, he had heard Pops clearly say, Im still planning on bringing the boy over this weekend, and when Jeb had said to Aaron, OK with you, Aaron? the boy had replied Yea. Regardless of the fact that it was much later than when Jeb usually hit the sack each night when he got back at his place, Jeb was awake enough that he rummaged around until he found the old strap that he had used on other young men who had visited before and on his own sons growing up too. So it took him longer to find the hairbrush than he thought it would, still he finally found that hairbrush too!
Yes, it was too late, too dark, and he had to get up to take care of the animals early the next morning, but standing there with that strap in his hand and the hairbrush on his bed, he found his thoughts drifting in spite of his best intension to get to bed quickly!
The last boy to have felt that hairbrush was an extremely good looking guy from California, a real surfer dude who favored Malibu and lived for the next big one. His name had been Scott. He had looked for someone to discipline him for several years but with limited success. Scott claimed he had been strapped by a visiting tourist, a tall guy with glasses from England who he said had taken off his belt and only told him to strip and bend over and count em as Scott felt six sharp slashes and got his ass whipped. It had been his first time and he had not regretted it either. He had held still, taken the belt, stood up, dressed and left. Scott had said he had not cried even though it had hurt, but it was too impersonal, hurt too much, and he knew he did not want to see that Britt again. That had not been what he was looking for.
Then there had been an overweight man in San Diego Scott had found who had promised to spank him and keep his ass bare and rosy for a weekend. Scott had driven down there full of expectations and found the man living in Hillcrest in what turned out to be a tiny, cluttered apartment with two cats. But Scott had wanted this for such a long time that nothing mattered other than his finally getting a real spanking. The guy himself had really gotten excited, Scott had said, when he saw Scott and Scott had actually unbuckled his jeans, dropped them, and done exactly what the guy had told him to do shortly after he had arrived there. There was no question Scott was there to obey and that meant taking spankings from the man for the weekend. Why? After all he had driven down from LA to get a spanking from this man who had sounded nice on the phone! Scott said he had said he had talked with him a lot on the phone and the guy knew he just wanted a spanking for real so when the guy had told him to drop his pants, take down his boxers, and get right over his knees soon after he had gotten there, he had done it. Laying over the guys lap with his ass bare and ready for it was what he had come for and the guys e-mail said he was experienced. Scott had been ready! But the guy had seemed surprised once Scott was over his knees and had instead really gotten into feeling his ass and asking him again and again if it was too hard when he finally, finally, finally began to spank him. Scott had said he kept saying No! Just do it! but the guy kept asking anyway. Then the guy had wanted to take a break and they had gone out to eat a taco. When they got back the guy wanted to spank him again, Scott had said, and he wanted him naked for him. Scott obeyed again; but again the guy still kept asking if it was OK even though this time Scott had stripped down completely and was again hoping for it for real. It never happened, Scott had said. He had driven back home that evening frustrated as hell after a ! few love taps.
And then while he had been writing to Jeb on e-mail, he had met another guy in San Francisco who said he too was real experienced. Again Scott said he wanted to try and had driven up one Saturday even though the guy had a lover who was not into it. He had gotten a pretty good spanking once but it did not have much meaning.
All of that had changed suddenly though when Jeb had picked the boy up at the Las Vegas airport and driven him down to his own spread for a several day visit. Jeb who was not know for fooling around had spanked him almost as soon as they had arrived back at his place and he had spanked him several times a day while he was there too. The boy, Scott, had never cried. He was far too macho for that. But he had begun to whimper when Jeb had paddled him with a breadboard while he had him naked and over his knees as Jeb was sitting on the living room couch. The hairbrush Jeb now held in his hands had taken Scott even closer. The boy had been obedient and stood perfectly still every time Jeb had reached out to take his pants down. Inside, Jeb had forced him to wear a white jock and a simple tee shirt to keep his fine, tight set of buns always visible and at easy access. When Scott finally blew back to LA, this time the boy went home with a nice pare of red buns under his pants as he sat uncomfortably on that airplane. Scott had become well acquainted with Jebs hand and his hairbrush.
Jeb still knew Scott well and liked him too. Circumstances have intervened though. Scott ultimately had found a girlfriend who was spanking him rather well when he screwed up, he had said when he had last phoned recently That girlfriend, Jeb remembered thinking, had her hands on a really nice ass, Jeb knew from experience, and she had found a boy who needed it too. Scott performed well over a knee. It was who he was. Scott had said when he forgotten to take out the garbage when she had told him to do it, she accepted no excuses and would reach out and take down his jeans and boxers and spank him in the kitchen. She knew how to slap ass but she had a hairbrush she used on Scott each time she spanked him. At night in his apartment she would give it to him even better, Scott had said. Regardless, he is still slow about emptying the garbage though getting better, he had said on the phone as he laughed. She keeps me on my toes and shes good at it too! Scott had said, and she really spanked my ass good last night. . . not as good as you did but good enough to get me going! And, besides, he had been spanking her sometimes as well!
Still, as really great of a guy as Scott is today in Jebs mind, he does not live near here. Aaron does. And it was Aaron who was going to be here this weekend! Too bad for Scott, but he will be back too. They always came back to Jeb.
Back at his place, Jeb remembered Scott while he pulled out that hairbrush and oiled up the old leather strap. He was sure he was sure he was going to get a chance to use both of them and use them soon.
Ma that night, for her part, had also been both reading but more thinking. Her phone friends were right. As long as Aaron was going to be staying at their place she had a duty and responsibility to bright him up right just like she had brought up her own boys years ago.
Pops himself had lingered on the porch after Jeb had left and was thinking too. There was just something about all of this that had caught his attention. He wanted more work out of the boy. He knew that much. He wanted Jeb to take over the boys discipline. He knew he had decided that much for sure. Yet he did not want the boy to think he was too old and weak to give it to him himself either. Pops kept thinking about it and he knew he was conflicted. But Pops was going to take a more active roll in Aarons upbringing as long as he was staying here.
Upstairs in that old farm house, Aaron was working hard on that list! Memorization was not Aarons high point. He was copying the items down one by one in the hopes it would help him memorize them more easily. He knew, even if he would never have admitted it outright, that Ma had every right to demand he follow her rules while he was here. He knew, and for sure he would never have admitted it at all, that his own stepmother and dad thought he was too lax and selfish. He knew he should try to be better for all of them, but there was just something about it. He could not seem to please anyone anymore! He just couldnt remember all that crap they all expected of him and he never could understand why they all though his being on time for a meal was such a big deal anyway. He was going to memorize that list, though, and he was sure hoping Ma or Pops would not tell his folks about any of this for sure. He could feel the tension raising as he fought memorizing the crap but struggled to do it anyway. Ma had been wrong to barge in with that paper while he was just in a bath towel. Some things should be sacred and he was just shy enough to believe sacred should include his bare ass. To his mind, first she had had him bare over her knees when she had spanked him that morning with her _d_a_m_n_ed ruler and then she had barged in his room and made him listening to her talking to him about the discipline he needed while he was not dressed and only in a towel wrapped around him. And he knew he had tied that towel down far too low. He always did it like that because he liked the feel of it being able to fall down any time. There was just something _s_e_x_y about that and it turned him on and gave him a head start on what he liked to do in bed. The towel had not fallen down though, granted he knew that; but it sure could have with her standing there and all. It had been embarrassing.
Basically Aaron was confused. He had been so embarrassed when Ma had done it to him over her knees that morning and even more so when she had come in and given him that list while he just had a towel around his waist, and he had been just mortified when Pops had ushered him in that shed and tried to strap him, but regardless of the fact that it had really hurt, he still could not stop thinking about being with Jeb and Jebs spanking him and all. It was as if he could still feel Jebs hand on his bare buns after he had spanked him and how good it had felt being hugged in the arms of the big cowboy on the next spread who had just spanked him. That was different, he could not stop day dreaming about it, and that night was what he was replaying again and again in his mind as he automatically began handling himself under the sheet and drifted off to sleep contentedly.
As for the adults, well, the one thing they all seemed to agree on was that a young man named Aaron was going to be needing some attention and they all knew nothing worked better than a good old fashioned spanking. Ma was going to be very strict about the rules she was making Aaron memorize. She would enforce them. Pops knew he was not going to hesitate at all anymore about ushering the boy into the work sheds when he needed to while they worked on the spread. And then there was Jeb. Jeb was counting the hours until Pops brought the boy over again. He was ready! To Jebs way of thinking there was nothing like having a boy come over who just needed a good, old fashioned spanking!
And, the summer was only just beginning!