That Sunday morning was like weekend mornings all tend to be around here – quiet, uneventful. Outside with the glass doors open, the birds were chirping and the warm breeze was just as it should be. Just a nice Sunday morning. The table was set with fresh hot coffee, lots of exotic fruit, some rolls, even some eggs and bacon on a hot plate to keep them warm.
The guys who were up and I were sitting there talking away as we always did. Plans were being made for the afternoon and schedules were being checked with others. Paolo and I were going hiking outside of town and taking a ferry up the river to get there. Super day!
Helmut walked in suddenly from the doorway behind my chair and pulled up a chair to my right. He took the same chair he always did beside me. Uncharacteristic to the normal way he dressed though, this morning he was wearing his old leather "S&M" cap that he favored in the European bars, his black leather vest, and those old jeans hed worn every day since he had first arrived here! The German version of "good mornings" flew around the table while he nodded and poured out fresh coffee into the cup in front of him. His outfit was unusual for a Sunday morning and especially at this hour here; but what the heck, he and his American boy are our guests here. My guys just looked at him but not one of them so much as smiled. Helmut himself seemed to be fixated on his strong black coffee as he stirred it.
"The kids gone too soft," he looked over and said to me but he didnt elaborate any further on that one. He just stirred his coffee. "Too soft in the bed too," he muttered a few minutes later. "Ill give him his spanking this morning and show you my style," he said rather authoritarianly.
I looked at him. It was his boy and it was his right to spank him if he wanted to. Then I looked back at my guys already sitting there -- Mei, Paolo, Rual, and Bruce. All of them, handsome young guys nicely dressed, looked a bit unnerved by the tone of Helmuts voice declaring he was going to give his boy a spanking; but they too lived in this lifestyle and were well aware they each were also subject to time over my own lap anytime I choose to apply a lesson or two. All of them got spankings, but Rual was the only one of them this morning who did not have any shorts or even briefs on as he was the only one I had just spanked his last night. For sure he was on his best behavior this morning. Still, none of them, nor I, were sure exactly what to say or do or what it all might mean.
"How about I let the boys go on their way then?" I offered.
"No, I want them to stay," Helmut said sharply. "They need to see this too."
Before I could much answer, Scott, his American boy, wandered out of their side of our place house. He was still rubbing his eyes awake. As always in the morning, he was wearing nothing but a nicely tight white underwear shirt, clean calf length white cotton athletic socks with wide blue rings at the top, and the black silk boxer shorts that are just snug enough to show him nicely. Like every other morning since he had been here he dressed the way he had been told to dress for his ritualistic "morning spanking." Scott wasnt awake completely but as always his chest was nicely expanded in that white tight underwear shirt which hugged his body and tapered to just above his navel that was exposed only a bit with his boxers pulled up his waist. The outline of his _c_o_c_k_ hung down the left leg of his boxers as it always did at this hour of the morning and his thighs and legs were smooth and tan from all the swimming hed been doing since hed been here. He was a good looking American boy, good physique and obedient in this life style he had been living in Germany before both of them came to stay with us for awhile.
He walked towards me as he did each morning he had been there since Id been giving him his spankings in his Dads absence. It was the lifestyle as they lived it in Europe and given his solid physique and all-American male manner, I rather relished the chance to continue his lifestyle and provide those spankings his own Dad wanted him to have each morning. The boy himself knew precisely what I expected and required and, especially, what was going to happen this morning as every other morning when I would push back my own chair from the table and wait until he got over to beside me. Words were never necessary as he stood there while I myself gently slipped those boxers down off his sleek waist for him and let them drop on the floor just as I had done every morning he had been here.. Hed stand there waiting a bit uncomfortably and fully exposed until I finally guided him over my own knees to warm up his bare buns for him and get his nice young juices going. The other guys being there to watch him get spanked no longer embarrassed him. They knew all knew he got this spanking every morning because Helmut wanted it that way. It was their ritual. That was the way it was. Scott knew too. After all hed been getting "morning spankings," they referred to them, bare and at the breakfast table every morning for all the years he had been with Helmut ever since Scott had been a junior year abroad student in Heidelberg. It was the way Helmut wanted it, so that was exactly what happened every morning in Germany and everyone here this morning knew that it had and would continue to happen here too. Helmut liked his boys buns red and rosy. He liked to be able to pull the boys jeans down and find them that way anytime he chose to. That was just the way it was and the way it was going to continue to be. The only difference was that since he had been staying here and especially during Helmuts absence, I had been the one who was enjoying the pleasure of giving young Scott what he needed and what Helmut i! nsisted he get, but here Scott had been spanked over my own lap each morning. Scott had begun to shed tears and experience the emotionality of his chosen life style.
Scott walked towards me this morning completely normally and routinely same as he always did. It was just time, thats all. He knew it would continue and never end as long as he was with Helmut. Helmut liked it. Therefore, Scott got it and got it good!
Almost as soon as Scott was beside me and had managed a semi-awake "Hi!," Helmut took his arm and pulled him toward him. Scott looked startled, as it was usually I who had touched him in the morning here, but nothing major. "Youre getting that ass of yours slapped over your own Dads knees this morning, boy," Helmut half barked out with his heavy Germanic accent. "Its been awhile but your vacations over." Surprise showed on the boys face but he said nothing.
The German pushed back his chair from the table more without ever loosening his grip on his boys forearm. The other boys in the room were deathly silence. It was as if time stood still when the German Dad spoke and as if the air in the room had stopped all movement.
"You missed your mornings with your Dad?" Helmut coughed out while still holding his boy.
The boy looked momentarily at me and the other boys before he answered back, "Yes, Sir!" But he had hesitated too long in replying for Helmut. Helmut lashed out and slapped the boy hard across his face. Red immediately glowed and showed where when he dropped his hand and looked at his boy.
"When I ask you a question, you answer quickly, boy! You forget that?"
"No, Sir."
The boys eyes were watery, his cheek flaming red, his hand went to it as if to protect himself from another slap of his Dads anger. Helmut pulled him around the back of his chair and to his right side and ripped his silk boxers off him and tossed them aside. Bare and naked and humiliated from the slap, the boy looked stunned as Helmut pulled his underwear up to his chest exposing his nipples. His fingers pinched both of them at once and the boy stiffened. His Dad pulled him closer and slapped his ass harply. "Loosen up, boy," Helmut spoke clearly, "and you stand still for me." His boy was trying.
Helmut forced his finger far up his boys ass forcing the lad to strain forward and jut out his chest and stomach. The man keeping his finger there as Scott strained, and then the man ran his other fingers over his boys chest and definition as he examined his boy in front of us all. His fingers ran down along Scotts abdomen to his now extending _c_o_c_k_. When he was satisfied he took Scotts _c_o_c_k_ and balls in his hand as if studying them. With his Dads finger forced up his ass, Scotts _c_o_c_k_ was ridged and completely extended for all of us to see everything the boy had. The rest of us sat there in silence watching it all. If Scott was used to being so exposed in front of others, it surely didnt seem like it as the boy seemed upset and his eyes were watering.
Still, his boys bare body performed as his Dad caused it to. Scott, after all, was a fine American boy in his prime and his German Dad knew his body well. His Dad spent a lot of time on his boys _c_o_c_k_ and balls in front of us all. It was if he was checking him very thoroughly for some unknown reason.
Then suddenly, he yanked out his finger from his boys ass. He threw his boy across his lap, yanked his waist up high to insure his bare ass was up high where he wanted it to be and then he landed his calloused palm across the boys buns about seven sharp and very loud times.
"Eeeoooouh," Scott screamed as he frantically struggled over his Dads knees and tried to adjust somehow to the unexpected pain he was getting.
His Dad kept it up, spanking the boy rapidly, loud, and very sharply. The boy struggled and screamed quickly. Tears were in his eyes from the plummeting but it was obvious the boy was trying to hold them in. His body was stiff, ridged, yet flailing every time his Dads hand struck his already inflamed ass.
Abruptly the Dad tossed him off his lap and on to the floor in front of him. With the boys head in his hands against the hard wooden floor between him and the breakfast table, Helmut stood up quickly and zipped down his jeans, pulling them down around his thighs. "Warm me, boy!" he ordered. Immediately Scott scrambled on his knees to rise himself up and cup his Dads low hanging balls in his hands. He began to tongue them all over and frantically. Tears were streaming down his face. He was very intent on what he was doing as if he was intent on satisfying his Dad as quickly as possible and as fully too! He was working hard. Sweat was pouring from his naked body as we all watched him doing it.
His Dad slapped the boys face again and roughly jerked his boys face up on his _c_o_c_k_. The boy was forced to take it all in front of all of us. At one point he gagged and the man slapped him. Scott resumed taking it with renewed enthusiasm. Then, when he was satisfied, Helmut sat back down on his chair at the table, his legs were widely spread, his boy continued frantically to give him head to satisfy his rage. Scotts tears continued as he worked.
Nonchalantly, Helmut picked up his no-longer-boiling-hot coffee and began stirring it, tasting in. He raised his cup towards me, "Now Im ready for a Good Morning."
I looked and what was unfolding in front of both me and the boys at the breakfast table and I know my face must have showed I was stunned. For sure, I was! Helmut had slapped the boy so hard and was forcing him in front of all of us.
My own boys seemed to almost turn white from embarrassment but none of them moved a muscle.
"Now lets continue breakfast, shall we?" Helmut muttered and began eating as if the boy was now between his legs, naked, frantically giving him tongue for all he was worth. Scott was working very hard to insure Helmuts _c_o_c_k_, as much as humanly possible, never fell out of his mouth and tongue that were working frantically. Breakfast continued somehow.
When Helmut was finished eating, without bothering to zip up his jeans, he pulled his boy back over his knees and spanked him hard, very hard. The boy never cried. He simply screamed. Helmuts hand kept slapping his boys bare bottom with fury. It wasnt long until skin was broken and bruises were everywhere. The boys fine, tight set of white buns were scarlet. Helmut kept it up. Scott continued screaming and continued to hold his body as rigidly as possible. Helmut spanked him and just continued.
When he was finally satisfied, Helmut pulled his boy up and roughly shoved him toward the back bedroom. Scott ran back there almost frantically. "Time to finish with my boy," he said. And he pushed back his chair, folded his napkin and put it properly on his plate, and walked back after the boy. He entered that same room and the door closed gently with a clear click.
Moments later, even behind closed doors, Scott cried out in pain as Dad entered him forcefully. It had obviously been awhile. The boys tears through the walls seemed to make that obvious.
I told my boys to go find something to do today and they all found reasons to get out of there rather quickly. Paolo and I agreed on meeting at the boat launch in two hours. He, too, left quickly.
About an hour later, Helmut and his American boy, Scott, emerged from behind the closed wooden door where they had gone into alone supposedly to finish the boys spanking privately. Scott was completely naked. His attractive pubis had been shaved bald as had his nipples and all his body hair except for the wisp of hair that still ran from his navel to his _c_o_c_k_. Scott had a heavy stainless steel _c_o_c_k_ ring around his very firm and erect _c_o_c_k_ and balls. The ring was attached to a dogs leash then in his Dads hands. The boys hands were cuffed in front of him. His nice young bare bottom that had responded so well and so seductively to spankings over my own knees recently was welted and black and blue. Even between his buns, every bit of hair had been shaved clean. Scotts face was red and streaked with tears and grimacing pain. His hair was matted. In his Dads hand was a riding crop now.
"My boy and I will be spending the day around here, if you dont mind," Helmut said to me. "We have some catching up to do."
Like my own boys, I too found something else to do today and got out of there to find Paolo patiently waiting down at the River.