It started out as a normal evening meal the same as all meals have started out for as long as I can remember. The table was set a bit formally. The guys were each doing their own parts at getting the food out and on the table. Paolo was doing his supervisory thing as he always does and nothing at all seemed out of the ordinary.
Young Chris was here as was Bruce who continues, Paolo, of course, as well as his brother, Rual. Mei and Bin were already around the table. Even Nimat was back and had decided to stay for dinner since he had been helping Rual with some grammar prior to dinner. In short, nothing out of the ordinary.
If the truth were to be told, I would admit that one boy, Bruce, was more cautious and hesitant in his interactions with us all that evening. Bruces eyes were still somewhat bloodshot and red. I had come home and spanked him earlier, at the end of my afternoon. In the eye of anyone who has even spanked or been around boys who are spanked, it would have been obvious that this young American man, Bruce, had been bent over, across the knee of someone recently. In this house, that someone could only have been me. It had been too. I was the only one in the room who knew how truly red Bruces tight buns were under his cotton briefs right then. But, Bruce was working at showing good humor right then. It was obviously clear in this young man that he worked hard at insuring he did not let his afternoons private misfortunes turn into an attitude that would likely get him turned over at the end of the evening. So, while the redness in his face gave it away, his manner was openly just like each of the others.
Shirts are required at the table and each one of them was wearing one. Beyond that, though, individuality was obvious. Bruce and young Chris were wearing white cotton briefs and athletic socks in addition to oversized white tees. Rual had on blue silk-ish boxers and knee length matching sox – something that seemed curious as things never seemed to match anything that that boy wore! Nimit worn his street jeans and socks as although he had just dropped in to help Rual, no one wears shoes inside our house. Bin and Mei were also wearing white cotton tight briefs which were hidden by the large colorful tee shirts they were sporting – both of them being shy by nature always seemed to be wearing something that hung down and hid their fine buns from too much obvious inspection although they got it anyway. An older friend visiting from England was finely dressed and at out table as a guest with eyes that seemed to be shooting everywhere in a friendly amazement at how well we pulled this all off at each mealtime. And then there was Paolo who stood there clearly in charge of the kitchen and was just watching it all and occasionally softly barking a direction or too. In a clean, crisp, and recently ironed white cotton tee shirt, Paolo was wearing those long, a bit trendy, pull ups with a draw string permitting him to pull them up and tie them as high as he choose to which had the effect of permitting or not permitting his own firm buns to be clearly outlined and visible. Tonight, with our visiting guest present, he had chosen to wear them low and baggy as he was already well aware that our guest of the past few days was especially hoping to get a good look at this more exotic boys buns and whole body. But, Paolo being Paolo, had been doing his utter best to dress baggy ever since our guest had first begun to stare at him almost immediately upon arrival. Paolo had long ago gotten used to men and women looking at him in blatant attempts to check him out, but this guest had made his intentions very cl! ear from the very beginning.
But even with Paolo in his fresh, clean, royal blue pull ups and the rest of the guys scurrying around as oblivious to the world as ever, there was nothing at all unusual about things as we prepared to sit down to dinner and talk as a family as we do and have done every night for as long as any of us could remember.
In short, nothing was out of the ordinary and nothing at all gave me any hint or sense that before this meal was over, it would become perfectly obvious that Paolo was going to need a good, long spanking.
This one caught even me by surprise, though because even though spankings are not at all unusual in our little family and I melt them out to these boys anytime they earn one or simply need one, baring a boys bottom and spanking one at meal time is extremely rare around here. But things will happen sometimes, and boys will be boys no matter their determination or best of intentions.
What causes a boy as good looking and determined as Paolo to start out a meal in the same ways as he has for several years and then let himself get so whatever-you-might-call-it, so out of self-control (?), that he ends up needing to get his ass stripped of all clothing – including those white briefs I knew he was wearing under his pull ups – and getting that beautiful bare ass of his spanked long and hard at the dinner table with the others and even the guest trying to finish their meals and watching him? I am not sure I know. I am not sure I will ever know. But it happened. The younger boys are always more likely to slip and lose it, but Paolo? Some of you will remind me that boys just get to the point where they need it now and then and, yes, for sure, thats true too? But Paolo and with our guest here and in front of his younger brother? This boy, Paolo, goes way out of his way to insure his bare fanny is away from view and that all of his spankings, which he still does get from me, are private and out of sight of the other guys. He does not even like the other guys hearing his ass getting slapped or his unavoidable tears on those nights when I spank or paddle him in my "quarters" on the far side of our admittedly large home. And he especially tries to make sure his younger brother is not aware when he is still spanked. And with a guest here? Yet that night he lost it. What was going on in his mind? I still do not know, but what I do know I can tell you. And, given the couple of e-mails I have received recently asking about Paolo, tell you I will.
It happened. The boy needed his ass bared and slapped for him and he got it. Thats all.
Anyway, I get ahead of myself. While the boys were finishing setting things on the table, my guest, Ian, and I were finishing a drink off to one side of the kitchen as he seemed to marvel at how well all of this just happened.
I suppose you might say Ian was a bit high as he had not done all that much that afternoon and this was his third _c_o_c_k_tail that early evening.
"You guys always set up this much in the evening?" Ian questioned while he seemed to take it all in as he looked around the room.
"Sure do," I replied truthfully. "Most of us dont come from families that pay much attention to an evening meal so we do it up right around here just to make sure they each know how to do it."
"But who cook it all and organizes all of this?" he still seemed in disbelief.
"Paolos the supervisor and had it all planned before he goes off to work but its the maid who actually does the cooking." I had to be honest.
"But Paolos in charge?" he asked.
"Ahuh," I replied and could not help his staring at him as he had been doing even since Paolo came in. "You like him?"
"Absolutely!" Ian replied quickly, "Ive never seen a guy with a pony tail hanging down that long, and handsome. Ill bet hes real hot when those clothes come off. He got buns of steel? You spank him too?"
I smiled. "I spank all of them" was all I needed to say. I could not tell if Paolo had overhead this exchange or not, but it almost appeared that Paolo had stiffened.
"What a _s_e_x_y man he is. Id love to see more of him for sure," Ian hinted openly. And he continued talking about him, asking questions about him, and commenting on his beauty. I let him talk. After all, many men and women had commented of Paolos raw exotic features and pure beauty. He had been blessed with a superbly attractive look and physique no matter what he was wearing. Paolo was merely directing things in the kitchen in the same ways he always did. That he was also one hot guy was something I had known since the first time he arrived at my place in Amsterdam. He was hot, but he was also private. Still. . .
"Paolo, come here a minute," I raised my voice a bit above the normal kitchen din and caught his attention.
Paolo was doing something over at the sink with his back toward us, but after several years of being around me he immediately picked up on my voice, wiped his hands on the dish towel and walked over sporting one of the most beautiful and friendly smiles anyone could remember. He came close to me and draped his arm around my shoulder. It was just something he always seemed to be doing but then we were close.
"Whats up?" he asked.
"Dinner coming along OK? How much longer before we sit down, my friend?" I questioned him.
"Five minutes max, why? You hungry?" he teased back. Paolo really is a beautiful guy and a guy with a beautiful personality that always matches and is up.
"So, weve got a joker in the house?" I teased back.
He smiled back broadly but did not shy away at all when I nudged him around so he was facing Ian and so he had the back of his body flat against my chest. My hand was around his chest, but my left hand was free.
Yea, thats my boy," I remember saying while I patted his behind with my free hand. Paolo only squirmed somewhat, smiled even more broadly and showing his pure white and perfect teeth pushed his buns back against my lower body in an attempt to get me to stop patting them as I held him.
"Our guest here think youve got a great body hidden under these floppy clothes, my Paolo," I added. "Should I tell him the truth, young man?"
He half laughed, but I turned him half way around so his chest was against my upper arm and his back exposed in the direction of Ian. With my right hand around his chest and halfway back around to his back, my left hand pulled up his pull ups and took his one bun firmly into my grip. "Now, heres one beautiful set of buns, right Paolo?" Paolo hardly showed any reaction at all, and why should he? After all, he had long become accustom to my hand on his ass and to welcome it there as well. "Hes a good boy," I said to Ian, "And a very obedient one as well," I added, "arent you, Paolo?"
"Yes, Sir," Paolo added warmly and without missing so much as a single beat. " But that dont mean I dont still want some attention," he played openly with me.
Paolo was definitely in a playful mood. In my arms, he snuggled back against my shoulders as he always did no matter who happened to be around at the time.
The boy who had been finishing the table, however, had stopped and were looking at us and him. "Looks like he needs some attention," young Chris made his characteristically blunt American interpretation. The others laughed and teased his, but Paolo simply moved his side even closer against my body and his hands were clasped on my one arm that was holding him.
"I see jealousy here," Paolo shot back at the boys, "maybe youre the ones who need some attention. Get on with what you were doing before the food gets cold and you all get in trouble.
They all in turn simply hooted and hollered more. Even Bruce was hollering as if his own bare bottom was not red under his briefs and nothing at all had befallen him that afternoon! Again, nothing all strange about any of that in this house.
Being unsure why the boys were teasing him more than they normally did, I brushed the front of his pull up and found myself smiling in surprise at the tenting the material was experiencing. Nothing for him to be ashamed about though. I simply hugged him more tightly and pecked his ear.
But then decided to have a bit of fun with Paolo as I said to Ian, "Come over here closer and feel this young mans bottom," I invited Ian.
And believe me, that was all it took. With the other boys hooting and hollering even more, Ian accepted my invitation, stepped over, and felt the firm young buns on Paolo while I held Paolo tightly against me. Paolo only flinched slightly when Ian grasped his one cheek a bit too firmly. He knew he was perfectly safe in my arms as he had always been no matter who was around. His face, however, flushed almost purple! The side of his body became as if it were glued to me.
"Eat your heart out, guys," he shot over at the rest of the boys. "Now get moving with dinner before I start telling some stories on you to Cal. Im not the only one who might get some attention."
And they did. Complete with laughter and good humor, the guys all went back to doing what they were doing. In the meantime Paolo wiggled around in my arms and hugged me warmly. Ian looked like he was in ecstasy, but it only lasted a moment and his brief feel over Paolos pull ups was over. Paolo hugged me warmly and went back to what he was doing.
"Jeez," Ian commented. "That guys unbelievable. Talk about firm? Where did you ever find him?"
I just smiled. I had told that story to Ian at least three times previously that I could remember and I previously wrote about it as well. It is already posted so surely he could have read it? But, Ian always wanted details that I was very slow in sharing. Such is life! Paolo is one of a kind and that is no exaggeration. Still, from that point on, Ian never once took his eyes off Paolo. But other than Ians increased stares, there was still nothing at all unusual about the evening. Even Bruce was now back to his normal, old self. So he had been spanked? So what? That was earlier; now was now.
Hugging Paolo as tightly as I could for a moment, I released my grip around his chest and patted him on his fanny as he moved on to finish what he had been doing. Ian and I went into the other room. Ian simply was shaking his head, his drink in his hand as he walked with me, and saying, "I dont know what you did to deserve all of this but I would sure like to live here!" We both laughed. Ian is a successful designer in London and has no plans of moving here!
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, however, we all sat down at out rather large and a bit formal dining room table to enjoy each others company and the meal. Everything was about like it always was. I only found out much later that young Chris in particular had continued egging Paolo on about that tenting effect that had been all too obvious when I had been hugging Paolo.
Although dinner certainly began normally, it was not until about much later that I realized Ian had been staring rather intently at Paolo and watching his every mood. And when I glanced over at Paolo, who was sitting beside me, he seemed rather unnerved by it. Given his deeply handsome Argentinean Brazilian features with his tan skin, long black wavy hair, deep black eyebrows and long lashes over his appearing black eyes and sharp features, I knew Paolo was used to being stared at on the streets and in most places. He attracted glances from both men and women almost everywhere he went and guest around our place who dropped over were never about reviewing him over either. His job involved print fashions and he was accustomed to clients asking him to model their clothing for their adds so, again, I smiled and laughed to myself, but it was more at Ians blatantly obvious stares than Paolo apparent nervousness.
Ian is a good friend but also somewhat of a British character (penned with sincere apologies to my good British friends!) with a characteristically beautifully British wit that never seemed to leave him without something uproarious to add about everything. As openly gay and flamboyant as one would expect from someone in his industry, he was alone.
Paolo stood up from the table and walked over to a serving board to bring over more steamed rice and it was then that I noticed more. When I had finished hugging Paolo before dinner I has also pulled up his always hanging baggy draw string "pull ups" and tied them tightly around his waist. The boy has a beautiful body so why not tie them high enough to give the world a better hint of those buns I new were kept hidden. I personally liked them high on him and tight around those buns that I had been personally tanning for several years and thus I had done that unconsciously and unaware as to high tightly I had, in fact, tied them and how beautifully exposed they were. He did look great! But whats the boy of having a beautiful boy around if you dont enjoy them?
Ians eyes followed Paolos every moment and focused intently on Paolos buns that were nicely displayed in that cotton and also nicely separated. I just smiled.
Paolo was uncomfortable and it was showing. I had pulled them up too high and they were clearly binding him in ways that anyone would find attractive. Anyone, that is, except Paolo who was embarrassed. But Paolo had lived here long enough that he knew better than to pull them back down to their original baggy stage on his waist. If I had tied them up, he knew that pulling them down would risk my taking him aside and into the back room and paddling him. It could also risk my taking them all the way down and off and his being left bare for the evening. Neither of those would be unthinkable around this place, but no matter how proud he was of his body, Paolo was far too shy to want risking that with Ian sitting right here at the dinner table and staring at him. The other boys, of course, had not noticed a thing. It was just a normal night at home.
Ian interjected his own thoughts before I had time to think further, however. "Jeez, what those buns could do for English Tea time," he blunted out and laughed.
Paolo spun around very conscious that Ian was talking about him and lost it. "Eat your heart out, old man!" he spit out in venom as he spun around and looked at him. "Put your eyes back where they belong." Paolo was suddenly furious and taking offence. His face turned flaming red.
"Paolo!" I spoke suddenly and sharply at him. The other boys looked startled. Paolos face flushed and he stood there, rice bowl in his hands, and he dropped his chin in frustration and was still.
He suddenly knew he had gone too far. Ian was a guest here and, as such, should be treated thusly.
"Get over here!" I barked.
Paolo flushed more, he knew he had crossed the line, he knew he was in for it now.
"But hes been staring at me all night long!" Paolo wined.
"I told you to get over here," I said. "Didnt you hear me?"
"Yes, but. . ."
"I said now!"
The rooms silence was like a graveyard at midnight. No one moved a muscle; no one made a sound. The boys had stopped eating and were looking at Paolo in amazement.
Paolo came over to me. "Hes been staring at my ass all night long, Cal? How rude is that? Jeez!"
I reached over and grabbed him by his waist.
"What are you doing?" Paolo pleaded "Please Cal"
I was untying the draw strings on those pull ups and I was untying them right there in front of everyone. I had pushed my chair back from the table. Everyone was looking at him and his frustration was obvious.
The strings hung loose right then and dangled down over his covered basket. My fingers were at the waist band.
"Please , Cal, Im sorry!" He looked and acted real nervous now and well he should too
"You dont ever speak to a guest in this house like that!" I spoke clearly and slowly. "You know far better than that! You dont want him to see you ass, Ill show him your ass and Ill show it to him bare!" I had raised my voice. Paolo knew now for sure that I was unhappy. These boys I am fortunate enough to have around are good guys, solid guys, even if they do get spanked; but they all know it was extremely rare for me to even threaten to strip one of them with a relatively unknown outsider present. Sure, Ian has been rudely staring at the boy but that no longer mattered. Paolos behavior was not acceptable.
"Now you stand still, you hear me?" I was very clear. "You need to learn some humility and you need a good spanking as well."
I yanked his pull ups all the way down. He stood there silently, stunned that I would even consider baring him in front of an outside guest. You could have cut the air that hung over the dining room table right then. Paolo has crossed the line. Everyone, including Paolo, now knew that. Everyone looked at Paolo as he stood there. Ian was staring the most intently. With my fingers still on the elastic around the tops of Paolos pull ups, I pulled them slowly down to about his knees. He had chosen to wear nothing under them and thus his _c_o_c_k_ and balls but also his ass was bare and right there for anyone to see. Fortunately for Paolo, his shirt did hang down loosely and protected him complexly exposing everything for prying eyes. However, there was something about how that shirt hung half way down his bare ass now. It only make him look more appealing and attractive.
I stood up and took him in my arms, turning his back toward the table. I pulled up his shirt. I pulled it far up over his back and in spite of his complete mortification exposed his bare bottom to everyone witnessing his bad behavior.
Ians eyes were glued to the boy.
"He does have a beautiful bare bottom, now doesnt he?" I said to Ian.
Ian half almost stuttered but he finally got it out, "WOW! I want to take him back home with me. Theyd love him at tea time!" He hooted away, but the rest of the boys were silent.
Paolo was trembling in my arms. His head was not under my arms pit where he was quite nicely controlled. I too was suddenly enjoying his very tight and crystal white bare bottom. It was easy to remember why I liked him so.
Ian never took his eyes of Paolos buns, but then again neither did the other boys who had rarely actually seen him disciplined. Tonight would change that.
"Im sorry. Im sorry, Sir." Paolo half wined softly. It was if he was about to shed a tear or two? "Please, Im sorry." His body was beginning to sweat and it was as if it was shaking from the embarrassment of what had befallen him. He knew he had made a big mistake. For sure, he had in my eyes!
I simply patted his bare bottom and allowed Ian to see what he clearly had wanted to see all evening so far. Paolo was exceptional! He tensed his two well defined buns as tightly as possible as soon as I had gripped him and bend him down permitting everyone at the table to see what a beautiful and firm set of buns he really had. Paolo was anything but used to this around here. At the eldest guy here he had assumed a natural kind of authority but at this moment his pull-ups were pulled far down around his knees and he was bent over forward in my grip giving everyone a view of Paolo to which they were unaccustomed. Paolo was unaccustomed as well. The back of his neck flushed red and he was still pleading apologies like a small boy.
Slap! I swatted his buns hard. "Now relax yourself down here for me, boy!" I barked at him.
Paolo wined back, "OK, OK, please, Sir, Im trying. Im trying, Pleeeeese." The flesh relaxed but only somewhat before Paolo started up again, "Im sorry, Sir; Im so sorry. Please, Sir, let me pull up my pants. Ill go wait for you in your room, Sir. Pleeeese."
But that was not to be my decision. As I looked back on that day, it should have been evident that things had been building up inside Paolo and he had already been getting close to that moment when I was going to be forced to handle things anyway. He had always been a boy who needed his bare bottom spanked regularly anyway. And it had, after all, been a few weeks since I had last had the pleasure of spanking him over my knees. Maybe I had been neglecting him recently? Who really knows? But he had cross the line now and having done so there was no return for Paolo. He knew that already. I needed to handle him and I needed to handle him right then and there no matter that Ian and the other guys were sitting there with their mouths dropped open at what was transpiring before their eyes.
"Youll need to forgive me," I spoke to Ian. "He knows better than to behave this way. I need to take time out to spank him and I need to do that now."
"Sure," Ian was rapidly nodding in agreement.
"Would you like to pat these beautiful bare buns before I spanked them?"
There was an even greater hush in the room now. I had never done that before for a guest.
Ian was not waiting. He was beside me in a moment and soon was running his fingers across Paolos bare bottom. Paolo was more than red now. His whole body was full of tension, tension that needed to be freed.
But Paolo had not given up. He continued to plead and apologize until he felt Ians hand on his ass. His whole body stiffened like iron and he fell silent. I had thought the back of his neck was red before. Now it became even more so.
Ian took his time. I held Paolo under my shoulder and arm tightly. He was unable to move and he knew it. When Ian did step back, I pulled Paolo up tall and stood there looking into his eyes.
"Dont you ever do that again, young man!" I needed to address him more sternly that I had for a long time.
"But I. . ." he began to reply but I cut him off immediately.
I slapped his face and the print from my hand on his cheek made it very evident I did so well. He cringed and put his hand up to cover his face. He was close to tears. His body was practically bare now with his _c_o_c_k_ and balls toward the dinner table. He no longer seemed to care. His body shook nervously when he finally looked straight at me.
"Yes, Sir. It wont happen again," Paolo spoke more softly now.
"You need a good spanking now, dont you?" I asked him.
"But. . ."
My hand slapped his face again and again his hands covered it. Now he had begun to cry softly in his hands. I pulled him to me and hugged him tightly. He body was wracked with tears and shaking. As I hugged him, my one hand worked its way down his back and patted his buns tenderly. "Did you hear me say you needed a good spanking now, son?"
This time his voice broke softly through his sobs, "Yes, Sir." And then more quietly he added as a afterthought, "I need one, Sir. Im sorry."
"Its been a long time, hasnt it, son?
"Yes, Sir."
"About how long, son?"
"Ah, maybe three weeks?"
"Too long?"
"Ah, yes, Sir."
"Youve missed it, havent you, son?
"Yes, sir."
"Why didnt you come and tell me Id been neglecting your young ass, son?"
"Ah, I, I dont know but I guess I should have." He was calmer now but his eyes were still darting around. Paolo was acutely aware that there were others here at the moment, others in the room listening to our conversation and watching intently.
"Yes, you should have," I said to him. "You could have avoided all of this, now couldnt have you?"
"Yes, Sir, I could have."
"It could have been private between just you and me, couldnt it have?"
"Yes, Sir, it should be too."
"And now your find yourself in the position where you need your bare ass smacked for you right now, dont you?"
"Yes, Sir. Its up to you, Sir," he paused and seemed to be looking around the room. His face flushed even more. It was as if he was trying to say something he did not want to. Then quietly, he almost whispered, "Thank you for caring, Sir. Do you want me to go back to your room now and wait for you, Sir?
"No, Son, Im going to spank you right now and right here," I said. "You flipped that comment out in front on Ian. Youll get your ass slapped in front of Ian."
Paolos face tightened, he looked down at the floor and then over at me with those big, sad puppy dog eyes that were already showing signs of his emotions. Paolo, being older than the others, was still spanked in this house and everybody knew it. Still, he was the oldest boy here and probably the proudest. He was the one who rather ran the place. It was as if he held to the illusion that sure, I still get spanked but not very often and then when it does have to happen its privately. Sure, Bruce, and Rual, and young Chris here for the summer, sure they get spanked a lot and in the living room, but Paolo held himself to something more privately and more intimately. That illusion was shattered with my words. After all, in my mind, Paolo was just like all the others who were here or who had been here.
His _c_o_c_k_ seemed to be rising as his uncomfortableness increased in my arms. His eyes looked directly into mine now. It was time for the excuses and pleadings to stop. Paolo knew his rules that were posted on the refrigerator door in our common kitchen and he knew them well. He also knew the consequences.
"Come on, son. Now lets get you bend up over my knees, son," I said. His eyes seemed to water more with the recognition that this was not something that was going to be put off for the privacy of my room later. No, this was something that was going to happen to him right now. Then I added what I knew would be his ultimate humiliation in front of everyone, "You need to get that beautiful ass of yours up high over my knees now. Come on, show it to me and the others so I can give it what it needs and spank you."
Paolo looked like he would break out completely in tears or maybe even try to flee. Others were going to watch his spanking and get to enjoy his buns dancing around over my knees as I spanked him. Just as he had frequently watched the others spanked, now they were going to watch him get it and see him cry. Worst of all, Ian remained there leering.
Paolo looked at me so sadly I almost caved in and sent him to his room.
"Your behavior was not what I expect of you, Paolo," I looked at him squarely, "you know the consequences of that behavior and attitude is a good swift spanking."
"Yes, sir." He looked at me pleadingly. I knew he wanted it to be otherwise, but there is no room for gray in this house. If you screw up here, your bare bottom is going to get it!
In his own boyish emotions and now immaturity, Paolo was caught. He knew he had earned a spanking. He even knew he needed this. But, for sure he did not want it to take place right here at the table with all the others staring and watching!
Never mind, I instructed him as I sat down on my hard chair that I had pushed back from the dining room table.
Paolo looked down at me in even horror. His face was wet with tears and flushed scarlet. He did not want this to happen, but I guided him across my knees anyway. Everyone in the room at the table was watching him and he knew it for sure. He stood there as handsome as ever with his long flowing black curly pony tail that hung down his back to just below his bare bottom. His skin was smooth and well developed with solid definition, good pecs, and beautiful abs muscles. He was a proud Argentinean Indian as handsome and exotically appealing as he was that night when I first met him on my birthday. He had learned the hard way that utter and immediate obedience was required if he was to be with me and anything less than that immediately got his fine, tight ass spanked or paddled. More serious offenses could always merit the strap, cane, switch or even the paddle he had made years ago. Immediate obedience, though, was not something this proud and exotically handsome boy accepted easily or automatically. Thus, initially, he had required a great deal of attention across my knees and over my bed, but with other boys here – including his younger brother, Rual – he had taken a more head of the household type of role. He needed to be brought back to reality and that meant he needed time over my knees now.
It was time Paolo needed a little cry.
The boy had let him self react publicly to something that he should have been mature enough to ignore. Ian was a guest here. Now it was time to pay the price for that error. It was time for his spanking.
His eyes seemed to be even more flushed and watery now as I guided him down and over across my knees. He could not seem to help looking over at the others as he went over. It was as if pathetically he wished it were they, not him. But they all knew Paolo still got spanked anyway. . . and they were all happy to see it too! They had already heard his tears coming from my side of the family house on those past occasions when I had taken him inside there and spanked him. They all sobbed too. But they felt no sympathy for him right now. They were all still spanked. Why should not Paolo still be also?
The wild card in the room, however, was Ian. Ian, the outsider, this house guest from UK, this house guest whos look had made it so obvious that he was interested in Paolo from the moment he had arrived there. Ian was staring intently and smiling that smirky smile of a Britt who looked in approval that this now naked boy was getting his just desserts, his comeuppance was going to be handled properly. He would have moved closer if he had thought he could, but from where he was sitting and smirking, his view was just fine. This was, after all, what he had dreamed about in the dark, damp climate all last winter long. Like the other boys in the room, Ian showed no signs of sympathy for the beautiful naked boy about to be spanked. He simply sat in firm judgment and approval and watched Paolos every move wishing it had been his own knees that the boys bare body was now going over. Ian, you see, had never actually spanked a boy in the UK, but it had been his lifelong dream. Now he was about to see Paolo spanked and spanked well in front of him.
Regardless of his embarrassment, humiliation, and just plain uncomfortableness, Paolo did manage, with at least some modicum of decency, to lay his bare bottom up and across my knees with all of them watching closely and looking at him. He had to, and he knew that! Blatant disobedience is dealt with by a wispy switch in this family. Those switches, which are kept in a floral arrangement in our living room as an unobtrusive reminder, are instruments of encounter that no boy here wants to risk. Paolo, in particular, had always done everything possible to avoid being whipped with one of those switches. When he had first arrived at my place in Amdam he had been unaccustomed to being around a man who believed in discipline and did not take to "second changes." He had also been unaccustomed to immediate obedience and had, to the contrary, grown accustomed to being more assertive of his own will. Consequently, unfortunately, he had needed to be stripped and switched many times in those early months when I had had the task thrust upon me of taming him completely, breaking him down, and bringing him back into line with what was expected of him were he to remain in this particular family. Yes, Paolo knew well the feel of the switch whipped across his bare ass. It had been awhile and he was probably getting close again to getting it as a reminded, though he did not know that. In Paolos young mind he would do anything to avoid angering me enough to cause me to go after one of those switched visible from where I was sitting begin whipping it around his bare bottom. Any boy, but especially this boy, wails while he is switched. None wants to repeat it. Positively, Paolo did not want to risk that again. Thus he lay nervously over my knees, his bare ass was waiting patiently for any ministrations I chose to give it right now. In spite of his embarrassment at the moment with all eyes being upon his, the alternative was unthinkable to him and he knew it.
"Come on," I teased him gently, "now, lets get that bare bottom of yours up nice and high for me."
His bare back where his shirt slipped down towards his shoulders seemed to even flush at my words; but he, nevertheless, very wisely raised his nice bare bottom up nice and high over my lap anyway.
Paolos body is strong, naturally lightly tanned, but his bare ass nevertheless sports a distinctly beautiful Speedo tan which immediately highlights his tight and very firmly defined cheeks and immediately draws your eyes to that special spot on a special boy where the smack of your hand is most likely to get him wailing. I helped him steady his balance over my lap, then clasped his waist with my left hand and, taking my time and savoring this the best of moment, rested my free hand on his bare ass. He squirmed when he felt it there just as all boys do whether it is there for comfort or for pain.
It is about someone else, a dad, taking responsibility for your actions, for what you did or for what you failed to do. I was about to do that for this young man I cared for dearly.
But sometimes even a young man you care dearly for needs a spanking. Paolo did for sure.
He was holding his balance rather well by this point. His hands were flat out on the polished teak wood floors in front of him. His head was down with his long black pony tail having fallen over it. I push his shirt up over his head for the purpose of covering it and leaving his bare back exposed in a way that only increased his shame and his nudity over my knees. His legs were extended straight out on the other side of my knees to help his balancing. They were strong and just muscular enough as I ran my hand over them. When my hand was between his thighs, I gently pushed those thighs more apart while, as a side effect, exposing his still extended _c_o_c_k_ forced down against my own thigh. His twin orbs hung down while his now nicely exposed buns, left nothing to anyones imagination. A boy this beautiful should really be spanked privately, I thought to myself, but tonight I would violate that principle and spank him right now. My fingers brushed the bottom of his ball sack and, as if on command, his buns tightened nicely. Those buns, highlighted by the sharp Speedo lines he prided himself on, were attractive, enticing, and very ready
No one spoke a word as a boy and his dad engaged in the primitive ritual which has stood the test of time and been training for young men everywhere. I did not mind having to break up my own dinner to handle him right now. I didnt mind at all. After all, right at this time and exceptionally attractive young man lay over my knees sunny side up just waiting for my own bare hand to cause his buns to wiggle and squirm and ultimately move frantically and furiously over my knees for all of our enjoyments.
He didnt have long to wait. I cracked the palm of my hand down straight across both his buns. His shoulders and head jerked up involuntarily as he yelled out in spite of himself. Paolos spanking had begun. All eyes in the room were on him now. His buns relaxed and then clenched wildly. My hand print was clearly visible where I had struck his bare ass. And I was not done yet. Not by a long shot! My whipped down from high up and landed far down on his tight buns and thighs. He yelled more. Again and again my hand descended and struck him. Again and again he yelled out. His spanking continued, his buns began to turn red then far more red, and soon his young buns had had enough. Tears began flowing softly now. He was limp over my lap. I was spanking him thoroughly.
His spanking continued as he flailed his legs and arms wildly and in front of everyone intensely watching his ass turn shades of red, then scarlet. But Paolo has more important things to be concerned about right at that moment as his tears continued to flow freely and his cries rose and fell with the intensity of each slap of my hand across his bare bottom. It had been a while, too long I now realized, since Paolo has been spanked like this. As I spanked him, I made a mental note not to forget to tend to him more frequently in the near future. His wiggling and squirming was the center of attention in the dining room right at that moment.
After probably some thirty minutes or so, his sobs had reached the level where it seemed clear he might have learned not to repeat his error of this evening. I stood him up and while he stood straight for me, his hands continued holding his eyes and shielding his face from view. His _c_o_c_k_ and ass were anything but protected from view and I could see the eyes of those at the table intently staring at both. I rose from my chair and took him in my arms and held him tightly while turning him so his very fiery buns were turned toward the table for the others ease of inspection. I whispered silently, privately in his ear and sent him off to stand in the corner right there in the room where I, and coincidentally all the others, could keep an eye on him.
It was not easy picking up the dinner conversation, but somehow we managed! Ian was the only one to comment on Paolo predicament though and he used those characteristically British words about the boys having gotten his good "just rewards" across my knees? What is the precise meaning of "just rewards?" I cannot say that I know but I am sure the usually quite precise Britts reading this might be able to explain it. From my non-British perspective, it was simply a matter the Paolo had needed a spanking and he had just received one. Periodic sniffling from that corner in which he stood rather bare but as close in it as humanly possible seemed to indicate that. His buns were beautifully red and glowing. I was satisfied and I was sure Paolo was feeling better now that it was finally all over at least in his mind.
We did pick up the dinner conversation anyway and managed to finish a rather delightful meal in spite of everything anyway. Ian continued to stare as a very bare and horribly embarrassed Argentinean Indian young man standing quietly in our corner with his ass extremely red and hurting and that long, black, curly pony tail of his hanging down his back and over his buns but never concealing it from view.
I suspect Paolo will be nicer to visiting guests from now on. Then again . . . who really knows?
[And, as always, your comments are welcome. Our lifestyle is not for everyone, but it is ours.]