Jeb was ready for this one. There was no question about it! He was more than ready to initiate this young Aaron! He had earlier in the day placed his smallest paddle in his kitchen where it would be easy to get at it when quick reminders would certainly be necessary over the next day and a half. After all, every new boy needed them and he had introduce more than a few ones to the realities of a good spanking so he knew what he was talking about! The smaller paddle scared the new one less, but it could be aimed better and really get new boys screaming his head off. Then he had a larger paddle in his den and a strap and a hairbrush there too. Cream was on the desk and he had a few towels in drawers just in case they were needed too. He just had a feeling that Aaron would respond quite nicely when he felt that cream during a good spanking. Aaron, to Jeb¡¯s eyes, exuded _s_e_x_uality and, besides, the first time he had had the boy over his knees the boy had responded nicely in a way that encouraged Jeb to go further. That first time, with Pops in the other room, Jeb had had to go easy on the boy¡¯s nice tight bottom. He had spanked him well, Jeb knew, but still he knew he had gone far too easy on his young ass! This time Jeb had every premeditated intension of introducing Aaron to the real thing: just a real good spanking over the knees of a man Jeb was hoping the youth would respond to and make his summer real pleasurable! There was just something about Aaron that made Jeb think he would. The cream would add to it he was sure.
That last boy, Scott, who had visited the past summer, certainly had! Although Scott had been slightly older and had come to visit after a long series of conversations and correspondence, it had not taken Scott long to learn the joys of responding to a man with discipline on his mind. That first night he had stripped Scott and taught the boy how to relax enough to cry freely over his knees and he had. After that, it was easy to train the boy to feel comfortable ¨C OK, maybe not too comfortable ¨C living inside in just his thong Jeb had for him. The switch from the willow tree outside the back porch door made that possible. All it took was one time for Scott to feel the willow switch across his bare bottom and from then on Scott eagerly and openly accepted a spanking any time Jeb decided to give him one. Scott made it clear he did not want to ever feel the switch again!
Jeb smiled to himself thinking about Scott and how quickly he learned to accept his spankings. And the old willow tree was still there. ¡°Take it slow, boy,¡± Jeb thought to himself, ¡°Take it real slow and easy.¡± After all, Aaron was a neighbor for the summer.
Jeb went by the store in town and carefully selected what he needed for the weekend. He chatted with the store¡¯s owner as he always did. Then he put the things in the back in his truck and headed towards Pa¡¯s place. It took awhile to get it all done but finally his truck started up Pa¡¯s long, dirt driveway. He was able to see the lights far up the road, but his thoughts continued to be focused on Aaron and the night he had planned for the boy. ¡°Take it slow, boy,¡± Jeb thought to himself, ¡°Take it real slow and easy.¡± For sure, as soon as he got the kid back to his place, that Aaron boy¡¯s bottom was going to be bare and turned red for him!
Back at Paw¡¯s place, Aaron had already finished dinner a long time ago all right. He was upstairs in his room reading a magazine he had picked up and listening to some of his music. OK, so maybe the music might have been just a little bit loud, but he was absolutely positive it was not too loud. He was sitting in his blue cotton boxer shorts at that desk listening to the music and bouncing his legs to the rhythm. All of a sudden he felt a hand on his arm. He jumped in his chair more scared by the sudden surprise than anything else really, but then he heard it.
¡°What did I tell you about playing this loud music?¡±
Aaron jumped and looked. ¡°Ah, come on, it ain¡¯t so loud.¡±
¡°Didn¡¯t I tell you about this before?¡±
¡°Yea, but, OK, I¡¯ll turn it down even more. It won¡¯t happen again. Promise. Sorry!¡± He mumbled on a bit while his fingers reached for the dial and the music went quiet in the room.
¡°You know, Aaron, this has got to stop.¡±
¡°I said I¡¯m sorry!¡±
¡°Watch your tone, young man. You¡¯ve been spoken to about this before.¡±
Aaron was quickly jarred back to reality. He was, after all, is their house. ¡°Yes, but I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t know I had it so loud. I promise.¡±
¡°You promised the last time I spoke to you about that music.¡±
¡°I know, I know, OK; but this time I just didn¡¯t realize it was so loud. It won¡¯t happen again. I promise.¡±
¡°I think it is time you learn to listen more carefully around here.¡±
¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m sorry. I said, ¡®I¡¯m sorry¡¯.¡±
¡°Stand up and come over here with me.¡±
It was just getting dark outside, the old fashioned pull down white blind on the window in Aaron¡¯s room was only half down and the window itself was pulled up and open about six inches or so. The music was not loud now. Actually the whole room had a rather eerie atmosphere right then as Aaron was coming to grips with the fact that he WAS in deep trouble for the second time today. But what could he do? He walked over to the side of his bed facing that half opened window. He had on only his old white tee shirt and his boxers. And he stood there not sure what to say or do more.
¡°I warned you about this, didn¡¯t I?¡±
¡°Yes, but I didn¡¯t mean to . . .¡± he was not given the opportunity to finish his sentence.
¡°Didn¡¯t I?¡±
Aaron was stunned. It was the feel of those rough fingers reaching up and going almost gently around the top elastic of his boxers. Another set of fingers grabbed him by his inner thigh and pulled him closer to the bed and then, after he shuffled his legs and whole body closer in the direction he was being pulled, he felt that hand on the seat of his boxers. It was not fear that he was feeling just then. Just shame. And a whole lot of it. He had been warned. Yes, he knew that instantly when he had first heard that voice interrupting his pleasure; but did it have to happen this way? The elastic band around his boxers was being tugged down and it did not take much time at all before his buns were bare and feeling the evening breeze from the window as he stood there feeling so humiliated. His _c_o_c_k_ and his balls were bare now too. They did not have to be. Why did he have to be punished this way? He felt so ashamed. He was naked. His boxers were down around his knees and being tugged all the way down. And then the worst part of all. He had not just been listening quietly to the music that going him into trouble. He had been stroking his _c_o_c_k_ gently inside his boxers. His _c_o_c_k_ was erect as he stood there. He had no excuse. He offered no explanation but he knew it was completely obvious.
Then it was the gentle tug and over the lap he went. His bare ass adjusted for the best positions, at least his erection began to subside. Nothing was said. Northing at all was said by either of them. Then that hand descended and slapped his bare bottom sharply. He gritted his teeth automatically as all boys do when they are spanked. Again and again and again, that hand just kept slapping his ass and it began to hurt too!
¡°I warned you about that music, didn¡¯t I?¡±
¡°Ouuuu, yes, sorry. I promise?¡±
But his spanking just continued and there was nothing he could do but hang over that lap and take it.
Aaron¡¯s eyes watered up. It hurt. But the embarrassment was the worst part of it for sure. His ass was already a bit sore from before dinner after all!
Then he heard it. The noise coming from outside, coming through the window. Someone was driving up to the house. The brakes squeaked and the motor shut off. But it did not affect his spanking. His spanking continued. One bun then the other. The slap of the hand had to be able to be heard by whoever it was who had just driven up. The sounds of just another boy getting a spanking on a Friday evening were something that no one would bat an eyelash at in this rural valley. It was, after all, nothing more than another teenage boy getting a spanking
For Aaron, thought, it was much more than that. He knew someone outside his window could hear him getting it . Someone could hear the slap of the hand across his bare bottom and the moans the pain was bringing him. It was embarrassing enough to be bare over the knee getting spanked right on the bed beside the half opened window, but someone outside was hearing it. Aaron clenched his young buns as tightly as humanly possible, as tightly as he ever had done in his whole life, but he knew he was wiggling his bare bottom over that lap anyway. He was getting a spanking that would not end!
In the front drive, Jeb had bounded down out of the cab of his truck and noticed the room with the light on and the window open upstairs. He could hear the sounds of a boy¡¯s ass being slapped and the ooooou¡¯s and ouches of a boy being spanked. He smiled to himself and leaned against the side of his truck. ¡°Better wait a few minutes,¡± Jeb thought to himself. In the meantime, he was enjoying listening to what had to be someone spanking young Aaron. That brought a big smile across his face. It had to be Aaron getting spanked. But by Ma, or was it Pops, or was someone else there tonight and maybe lending a hand? Whoever it was seemed to be doing a decent job though. The cracks were regular and solid ones and so were the whimpers and noises coming from the boy. Jeb leaned against his truck and listened. If he had not given up smoking several years ago, he would have lit up and listened together; but in the summer¡¯s night tonight he listened as the sounds of the boy¡¯s spanking upstairs was the only thing he could hear except for a few quietly chirping crickets. Nothing at all wrong with someone spanking Aaron on an early Friday night. After all, Jeb would have the last say, or he thought to himself, ¡°crack¡± on the matter. His smile widened as he listened to the unmistakable sounds of someone spanking the young man upstairs and was happy to hear them.
In the room upstairs Aaron¡¯s spanking was continuing. Aaron knew someone outside was hearing him get it. There was absolutely nothing he could do about it, however. His promises to be good were falling on deaf ears even though he was making them increasingly loudly. His spanking was continuing. His bare bottom was up high over the lap as those cracks from the hand landed on him. But he could not stop crying out some. On top of earlier, it was REALLY beginning to sting, but he did not want whoever was outside and out front to hear him cry! He gritted his teeth, bit his slips. But it HURT! Try as he might, there was nothing he could do about it either. He was over that lap getting spanked whether he wanted to be spanked or not and it was painfully obvious by now that whoever was outside could hear him getting it!
to be continued . . .