"Jake, I'd like to see you in my office please. Now!", Pastor Jacobs turned and strode into his office.
"Geez, now what did I do", Jake thought ruefully. Jake was always getting into a pickle, even though he had the best intentions. Jake clasped his hands together and stood before Pastor Jacobs. It was a funny, boyish pose for a buff young guy in his early 20's. Jacobs surveyed the muscular lad who stood before him.
"Jake, the bank says that the offering money never arrived. Did you drop it off in the deposit slot yesterday?" Jacobs fingers drummed on the desk.
"Gosh, I...", Jake thought back. "I dropped it off after I... Oh oh! I may have left it on the hood of my car. I had a stone in my shoe, and, oh no! I better go find it! Should be out in the parking lot!" Jake dashed out the door.
Jacobs sighed. This wasn't the first time Jake lost the whole offering bag with several thousand dollars in it! Last time they found it in the parking lot of the Super Dollar grocery store, where it fell off the roof of Jake's car. Now...
Jake dejectedly stood at the doorway of Jacob's office. "It's not there." Sigh. "I'll work it off, pastor. Just take it out of my paycheck. I'll... I'll".
Jacobs took Jake by the hand and closed the door as he pulled the young lad into the room. Jacobs went to the loveseat and sat down, looking up into Jake's blue eyes. "Jake, Jake, Jake, what should we do with you, huh?", Jacob's angular face was grim. Jake looked down.
"Jake, you are just plain irresponsible!", Jacobs spoke calmly and in an unusually low tone. Jake blushed. "And I want to see you change and grow up! Grow up! I have tried the mercy and grace approach to this problem, my man. Now I'm going to try another approach!"
Jake's blue eyes opened wide and took in the graying pastor. "I really am trying, sir. Honest, I..."
Jacobs took the muscular, handsome lad by the hand and pulled him forward. Jake stumbled down over his lap with his elbow on the sofa cushion. "Ooof", Jake looked back at Jacobs with surprise. "You want to spank me?"
Jacobs rested his large hand worn with manual work across Jake's fleshy bottom. Jake's buttocks twitched slightly and his face grew beet red. "Aw pastor, I'm kinda old fer this!"
SWAT! SWAT! Jacobs fidgeted, trying to get Jake in position. He lifted his left knee slightly, throwing Jake forward, butt up. His hand slowly massaged Jake's muscular thigh.
SWAT! SWAT! "This really isn't working. I mean, it don't hurt. Not really", Jake felt silly over the pastor's lap. But the no-nonsense hand that massaged and squeezed his butt was feeling kind of nice.
SWAT! SWAT! Jake sighed and settled down on his elbows to accept his little swats. Oh well, if Jacobs thinks this will help...
SWAT! SWAT! Jake noticed a tingly sensation spreading warmth slowly across his butt. The hand smoothed out the seat of Jake's pants, fingers down his crack. The hand smoothed down over the rounded, full buttock, ending up on Jake's muscular thigh. When Jacobs squeezed, the fingers were poking into the back of Jake's balls. He wriggled a little, starting to get hard.
SWAT! SWAT! Ooops, Jake felt like his swelling boner was pressed between the two men's legs. Surely Jacobs would feel it. Jake felt a tug at the back of his belt pulling him up. He stood before the pastor, shifting his tight khakis.
"Jake, I think we have you warmed up a little. Now, get me the ruler from my desk." Jacobs pointed.
"The ruler!", Jake complained even as he retrieved the wooden stick. He slapped it against his palm on the way back, and it was solid.
Jacobs took the ruler and set it on the couch. Then he grabbed Jake's belt buckle and pulled him closer between his legs, and began to undo Jake's belt, snap and zipper. He looked up at the shocked expression on Jake's face, "Now now, I'm a firm believer in discipline. Spare the rod and all that. Bend down and take some swats like a man, and lets see what kind of results we get, shall we?"
Jake nodded stupidly, his face feeling firey red. Jacobs undid his pants slowly and slid them down past Jake's knees. The older man's eyes were riveted on Jake's muscular torso and thighs, slowly sliding the pants down with one hand pressed into either side of his new spankee. Jake was wearing some very thin, white bikini briefs. Didn't leave much to the imagination, Jacob's noted. In fact, he noted the swollen, red boner outlined in the little bikinis.
"Down we go, then", Jacobs guided Jake back over his lap. The tight bikinis nicely framed Jakes broad glutes. Jacobs reached down, and pulled off Jakes shoes, then slid Jake's trousers off. Now the muscular lad wriggled over his knee, legs apart. His plump full balls strained at the back of the bikinis between his legs, like two round tennis balls stuffed back there!
Jacobs pulled off his tie, opened his shirt collar, and rolled up his white shirt sleeves. He carefully and slowly rolled up each sleeve as Jake wriggle over his lap. Jake was noticing the enticing feeling of the cool air playing across his butt. His tshirt slid up under his arms. He felt embarassed at how naked he was over the pastor's lap. The ruler just might sting a bit more than the hand swats did earlier.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Jacobs began with a salvo of light, crisp whacks covering every part of the irresponsible ladd's butt. He intended to increase the pressure a bit, and build the stinging into a new level of pain before getting to the finale he had planned for this kid who never seemed to learn.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
In between swats, Jacobs deep voice spoke soothingly to his protoge. "You have been irresponsible with the church money, haven't you Jake?"
"Furthermore, you tend to be irresponsible with everything, don't you son?"
"You are wasting time, don't you think?" He spoke like this in a soothing voice that touched Jake deeply.
Jake started to really squirm as the stinging spread all over his ass. "Ooof! Pastor that hurts! Please, sir! Oooof!", he wiggled forward and back to escape the flying ruler biting into his ass and upper legs.
Jacobs noted the increased discomfort with satisfaction. He intended to build the intensity until he could take out his frustration completely. He noted the light reddish color through the tight bikinis, as well as on his bare thighs. Jake might just be a little surprised and humbled at how this would hurt!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Oww oww oww owwwwww! Mr Jacobs, please!" Jake's voice was getting whiny now. It was starting to get through a little, Jacobs noted with great satisfaction. With an impish gleam in his eye, he stepped up the pace. When Jake tried to jump up, he shoved him back down. Jake's face went into the seat cushion next to Jacobs, his butt high and spread.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jake was momentarily up on his knees, his muscular glute muscles taut. A few well aimed cracks across the bottom of each buttock brought a yelp, and Jake fell forward again, flat across his lap. Jacobs noted that the swollen boner was pressing on his lap and legs. He better move to the next stage soon.
Jacobs continued with his soothing voice. "We're going to hold you accountable for that money, hmmm?"
"We'll hold you accountable to change, won't we son?"
"Do you think the pain will help you?"
"Sure it will, son, sure it will!"
Jake could only respond weakly amid the pain biting into his ass. "Y-y-y-ye-ye-yes si-sir" and "S-s-so-so-sorry si-si-sir" was all he could say as he tried to move his butt away from the flying ruler.
Suddenly, the ruler stopped. "Get up, son", Jacobs helped the humiliated lad to his feet. Jake was still blushing, covering his bulging crotch with his hands. He couldn't look the pastor, all dressed up in his white shirt and suit trousers, shiny black shoes, he couldn't look him in the eye. He was so embarrassed.
Jacobs took a towel from the lamp table drawer, and spread it out carefully over his own lap. "Let's finish this off, shall we. I mean, the spanking part over my knee. Then we'll move to the belt, shall we?"
Jake stupidly looked at Jacob's face, the word "belt" beginning to register. But before he could protest, Jacob's was pulling him down over the towel in his lap. They arranged him to spread his butt at a good angle. Jacobs picked up the smokin' ruler, surveying the sculpted buttocks before him.
"Oh, and one more thing", Jacobs firmly grabbed the waistband of the tight white bikinis. "We'll want to remove these now. Lift up, son" Jacobs worked the bikinis down as Jake struggled to lift up his mid section. "Bare assed?" Jake was dumbfounded. But the pastor was already tugging down the tight bikinis, leaving his bare ass in the breeze.
"Bare?" Jake's voice went up and cracked like he was just entering puberty again. But he didn't fight his pastor's discipline, being so embarassed at losing all that money. "My, uh, my bare ass, Pastor Jacobs?"
"Yes, son. Bare as the day you were born, I'd say. Yes, bare as a baby's backside, as they say. And by the looks of things back here, you're going to need some baby ointment when we're through." Jacob's finished pulling the bikinis free until they slid down Jake's legs. Then he gingerly touched the fiery red buttocks here and there, feeling the heat emanating from them.
"But, won't the ruler really hurt bare assed like that, sir?" Jake trembled at the thought as he felt the pastor's sure, firm hand press here and gently squeeze there. Next, the hand left, and he felt the smooth wood of the thick ruler caressing his cheeks.
WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK!
"Eiwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwww! Jake yelped so loud, Jacobs was glad it was Monday evening when no one else is around the church.
Jacobs knew how to discipline a lad. His own had already gone through the fire way before Jake's age, but Jake didn't. Maybe it wasn't too late, he thought. "You'll see son. You'll see that this will change you. You'll see", Jacob's voice soothed.
WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK! WHAA AACK!
The ruler smartly whacked every square inch of Jake's gluteus maximus hard! He struggled to escape the sizzling stripes that flew faster than he could anticipate them. He struggled, Jacob's sure hand pressing down in the middle of his back. He alternated getting on his knees, and the ruler whacked across his lower buttocks, balls and legs. Then he flopped down again to take the fiery whacks across the tops of his clenched butt cheeks.
Jacobs just calmly concentrated on holding the shoulders down to the couch, and covering every inch of those perfect, muscular hindquarters with stinging welts. Jakes buttock started to look slightly more swollen and round than the were to start. And he noticed a slight thrusting motion in the lads movements. It was almost time.
"Okay now. It'll be alright. Go on and let yourself go. Everything will be fine. You'll see, my boy, you'll see."
Jake felt so connected to that soothing voice, that he did. He did give himself to this strong, caring man that always gave him another chance. He did let himself go. He felt forgiven, cared for, and hopeful that everything would be alright.
And... he felt the pressure building in his balls. He began to thrust each time he got up or down off his knees. FInally Jake was thrusting hard into the towel, his ass bearing the searing whacks that drove his massive release right up and out his dick. He finally came into the towel. Jacobs stopped whacking and massaged the bare glute muscles as the lad's body shuddered for a very long time. Finally, Jake lay limp over his lap.
"There we are. Now then, let's move to the last stage, my lad. Here we go." Jacobs helped him up and walked with him over to the desk. He lay Jake forward over his mahogany executive desk, move things out of the way with a sweep of his arm. Jake lay down over the desk, happy to have a place to rest. The underpants came off on the way to the desk, and he lay there, unashamed and naked from the waist down.
But Jake had forgotten what "the next stage" meant. He had forgotton that Jacob had spoken about another implement to be used on his bare ass. That is, until he heard the unmistakable sounds of the buckle, and then the sliding through the loops of the trousers. The Belt!
Jake started to get up, but felt so weak and tired. He lay there, palms on the desk, elbows raised as if in push up position. His masculine stance, feet planted with legs apart, rounded his buttocks into a tantalizing target.
"CRAAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAACK! "CRAAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAACK! "CRAAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAACK! "CRAAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAACK! "CRAAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAACK! "CRAAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAAACK! CRAAAA AAAACK!
Jake screamed as the belt tore into his bare fleshy buttocks. Now in addition to welts, Jacobs watched the crimson stripes appear wherever the tip of the belt traveled. He broke and cried as the belt sizzled across his ass.
Finally, Jacobs laid the belt aside, and Jake heard a jar lid being opened, and the soothing voice that he clung to for encouragement throughout the ordeal.
"It's all over. It's over, son. And you'll be the better for it. You'll see", the cool jel felt icy cold against the hot flesh. Jake felt the cold dabs on each cheek, and then the spreading coolness as the strong, firm hands massaged it tenderly into his sore bare flesh.
Jake sighed deeply. "Thank you, sir. Thanks..."