Aaron: Sunday Morning Comes Finally! Part Xx


by Cal <Cal22722z@yahoo.com>

Jeb remembers waking up early by force of habit that first Sunday morning. The animals still needed tended to but he had always allowed himself the extra luxury of just a little bit more time in bed on a Sunday morning. Aaron was there right beside him sleeping on his stomach with his head resting on Jeb¡¯s chest and the boy was still sound asleep in his arms. He looked over at the young man sleeping there and for the first time began to realize he had finally found something he wanted for more than just a fling over his knees. He quietly pulled the sheet off from the body of the sleeping boy and soon had exposed this young man¡¯s lithe but solid body and his fine, tight buns that were still rosy from the prior morning when Jeb had had to tend to him. As Jeb placed the palm of his hand on the young man¡¯s bare bottom, the boy stirred but he did not wake. Jeb liked what he say, but he more than liked what he was feeling! This was a young man with a splendid bare body but, more importantly for Jeb¡¯s tastes, an exquisite set of firm bare buns just waiting for attention. Most importantly, this boy seemed receptive as well. Jeb used the moment to let his fingers fondle the young man¡¯s buns intimately while resisting the growing temptation he felt to pull the lad across his lap and slap them.

Aaron, for his part, remembers waking up in Jeb¡¯s arms with Jeb¡¯s hand on his bare ass. He remembers Jeb¡¯s hand and fingers felt good too as they felt him up. In short, Aaron too remembers the whole thing that first Sunday morning. Thoughts of Tommy swirled through his mind but it was Jeb¡¯s arms he was in and he was not complaining. Sure, he knew Jeb was enjoying the feel of his body and especially his bare ass, but he remembers keeping his eyes shut and even spreading his thighs to insure Jeb had access to all of him and those private places where no man had ever touched him before. As Aaron felt Jeb¡¯s fingers delve between his buns and under him, he says he remembers a warm feeling coming over his whole body as he woke up in Jeb¡¯s arms. He also remembers a building erection that finally gave his being awake away. He could no longer hide it

Aaron knew Jeb could tell he was awake, but he felt so good waking up this way with Jeb¡¯s hands enjoying his buns that he did not want it to end even though he knew it soon would. What surprised him was the major slap and the burn and the sting he all of a sudden felt when Jeb took control of things, slapped his ass hard ¨C too hard ! ¨C and pulled the young man up on top of him. Aaron¡¯s _c_o_c_k_ was fully hard then and wedged on top of Jeb¡¯s stomach. He held on to Jeb¡¯s body by working his arms around him and he held on to him for all he was worth as he endured three more hard and sharp slaps of Jeb¡¯s palm across his buns. He could hear himself yelp but it was not enough to make him cry. Then he felt Jeb was hard too.

¡°So, you¡¯re sleeping are ya?¡± Aaron heard Jeb saying. ¡°I¡¯ve got my own special way to wake up a boy like you.¡±

Aaron said nothing. He just hugged Jeb more tightly.

¡°But first, time to get this ass of yours up and out of bed before I really give you one. We¡¯ve got animals to tend to. Get out there and start working on it and I¡¯ll be out in a couple of minutes¡± Aaron whacked Aaron¡¯s ass again and hard. This time Aaron jumped up and hurried to throw some clothes on and get out to the back barn where those animals were waiting.

About ten minutes later, he remembers that a showered and shaved Jeb followed him out there with a small wooden paddle in his hand. Aaron saw him coming with it too and seeing that paddle in his hand did anything but make him feel comfortable; but it did, for sure, make him work more quickly at getting the animals watered and feed some! He kept looking at Jeb standing there watching him with that paddle still hanging down in his right hand. Jeb was smiling while he was watching him work. Aaron kept watching him and hoping that paddle was for something other than what he thought it might be for! Jeb said nothing. He just stood there smiling and watching with the paddle dangling down his side.

Finally when Aaron was all done getting the animals set for the day and all, he put down the hose and bucket he had been using. He saw Jeb walking over to him and without saying anything at all, Jeb took the boy by the hand and walked him over toward some bales of hay that were sitting inside the barn there.

Aaron looked at Jeb in disbelief as he walked with him, "What?" he stammered, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to teach you a lesson," Jeb replied calmly.

¡°What, what, what lesson. . .?¡± Aaron choked it out as he followed Jeb toward those hay bales in the corner of the barn that morning and into an unknown.

Jeb did not respond to Aaron at all. Instead he sat down on one of the bales and guided young Aaron down and over his knees into a normal spanking position. Jeb took his time getting the boy in just the position he wanted and with his hand made sure the boy¡¯s pants were smooth over the young man¡¯s ass. With the seat of Aaron¡¯s old work pants frail and stretched tightly across his fair, young bottom, Jeb paddled him and he paddled him with long and deliberately hard swats too. The paddle hurt his ass. It hurt his ass a lot but somehow the sound of the wooden paddle hitting his pants and the unique slap it made was not more than he could grin and stoically cope with right then. Aaron tried not to utter a peep! He did not know what he had done, nor why he was being paddled, but he managed to keep quiet anyway. The small wooden paddle in Jeb¡¯s hands kept descending. It was hurting!

Jeb could easily see the paddle was not yet reaching young Aaron in the way he wanted to reach him, so he lifted the boy back up off his lap and stood him up tall. Aaron¡¯s eyes were a bit red then, and Aaron was obviously happy to be up off Jeb¡¯s lap having felt that paddle.

It was with real surprise then when Jeb began to undo the boy¡¯s belt and with a clunk, those pants fell to the floor of the barn. Without saying a single word, Jeb quickly pulled the boy back down over his lap and once again that old wooden paddled landed hard on his old worn cotton boxers. This time it was very clear Aaron could feel it.

¡°Ouch!¡± Aaron let out in spite of himself, but the paddle kept landing. Jeb let the paddle fly against the boy¡¯s bottom that was now only protected by his boxers. Aaron began wiggling. He was biting his lip and trying his best, but by now the paddle was beginning to get to the boy. Jeb gave the boy a good ten or fifteen swats. Maybe it was the fact that they were in the barn rather that inside the house but Aaron was not yet responding in the way a boy needs to when he gets the paddle. Aaron¡¯s body was swinging and flailing from one side to another and he was nicely jerking his legs up when the paddle landed and struggling forward, but the most that was coming out of the young man¡¯s mouth was a whole lot of ¡°ouches¡± and a lot of ¡°I¡¯ll be goods.¡± That was not what Jeb was looking for.

Jeb reached down and started to pull the young man¡¯s boxers down. The boy begged openly now but when Jeb was giving a spanking, well, he was giving a spanking. As he pulled down those old cotton boxers, the young man¡¯s bare bottom appeared and was exposed naked and tightly clenched over Jeb¡¯s knees. The flawless skin of his buns was rosy. As soon as Aaron could feel the cool air in the barn on his now very bare and vulnerable ass, he clenched his buns tightly. Jeb smiled to himself but merely took his hands and separated this young man¡¯s buns and thighs for him. There was no way he was not going to enjoy the touch and the sight of this young man¡¯s fine bare bottom as he paddled it for him that morning. And Jeb was in no hurry, He was enjoying the open anxiety of the boy as well as the squirming of the young man over his knees. Aaron, for his part, was so anxious and unable to tell if Jeb was just going to continue feeling him or slap his now bare bottom for him. Jeb enjoyed his boy¡¯s anxiety and certainly right then he was enjoying the feel of his own fingertips on and across this boy¡¯s most intimately personal parts of his bare bottom. A boy, in Jeb¡¯s mind, needed to learn both obedience and submission to a man.

Aaron was anxious for sure, but he was also now scared.

Jeb¡¯s little wooden paddle had yet to do what it was famous for. That early Sunday morning out in the barn, Aaron was going to be paddled. Why? Simply because Jeb had decided to paddle him. No other reason was necessary in Jeb¡¯s mind. The boy¡¯s bare bottom was only rosy and maybe slightly ¡°stingy¡± right now as he hung exposed over his man¡¯s knees. He had felt Jeb¡¯s paddle across the seat of his pants and also across the cotton seat of his boxers, but Jeb had decided this young man was going to be paddled the way young men have always been paddled: the hard wood of the paddle in Jeb¡¯s hand was going to paddle this young man¡¯s bare bottom until his body struggled over his lap and the paddle brought the tears and crying he boy needed to let out that first Sunday morning. Jeb, after all, liked providing discipline first thing in the morning. It had, to be sure, a way of setting the tone for the rest of the day and reminding the boy of the submission and obedience Jeb would require.

Nothing unusual about any of that.

It was very silent in that old barn that Sunday morning until Jeb raised that old wooden but small paddle and brought it down hard across the lowest and most fleshy parts of his young man¡¯s bare bottom. The crack of the wood on the boy¡¯s bare flesh reverberated like a shot from a gun and bounced off the walls of the old barn at that moment. The chickens startled and were scared and began fluttering and clucking at the sound, but it was the boy, Aaron, who cried out loudly as that paddle landed. Jeb raised the paddle again and brought it down again across his bare bottom. Aaron began crying freely now. Jeb was taking his boy to where the boy needed to be.

Jeb paddled his boy openly and freely that Sunday morning in the barn and the old hard wood of that paddle did what he has always done when correctly and properly applied to a young man¡¯s bare bottom. The paddle had immediately caused the boy to sob and his bare bottom turned scarlet. Bruises appeared but only way down low because of the way Jeb was holding the boy and paddling him down there. Aaron cried and sobbed and he kept on crying too. Jeb watched him and heard his tears and pleas increasing in intensity, but Jeb paid no attention to the boy¡¯s tears. Jeb was only doing what he intended to do. He was simply giving the boy his first Sunday morning paddling. The paddle continued descending and the boy continued struggling on Jeb¡¯s lap as his tears and cries reached an all time pitch and fever. Aaron was beside himself. Finally someone had actually controlled him.

As for Jeb, well, Jeb was simply paddling his boy as all fathers do and have since time immemorial.

When Jeb finally dropped the paddle on the barn¡¯s floor. Aaron heard it dropping and welcomed that sound with great relief! Unfortunately back then Aaron did not realize Jeb was one of those dads who always believed in ending any necessary discipline with his hand across his boy¡¯s bare bottom to insure it was both a memorable and intimate lesson and bond between the two of them. Aaron felt Jeb¡¯s hand on his just paddled bare buns and flinched at the feel of Jeb¡¯s palm and fingers back there. He was softly crying as he calmed down while still over Jeb¡¯s knees. Then Jeb did as Aaron would come to know he always did. Jeb slapped his bare ass with the flat of his palm and continued slapping his already paddled bare ass with a series of quick, stinging slaps. Jeb¡¯s determination seemed to increase the stinging the boy felt as Aaron wiggled and squirmed across Jeb¡¯s lap from each slap of his hand across his nice bare buns.

"Please, it hurts!" Aaron yelled.

But Jeb had no need for words at that point. His hand was doing the talking. After all, it was suppose to hurt!

Aaron began crying again and he tried to get up, but Jeb only pushed Aaron more forward over his lap with his free hand and continued spanking his behind with more speed and force. After all, it was really quite simple. Discipline had to be effective or it was not worth giving at all! Jeb continued spanking the boy until he noticed that Aaron was no longer squirming and wailing. Now Aaron merely lay across his lap and quietly and very slowly sobbed it all out. Aaron had learned submission. He stopped spanking the boy and rubbed his bright red bottom. Aaron jumped a little as he felt Jeb¡¯s hand on his bare buns, but his sobs lessened as he realized the spanking was over. Aaron lay over Jeb¡¯s lap that way while Jeb comforted him with his hand and relished the scarlet look and very hot touch of the young man¡¯s perfectly spanked bare bottom that was submissively waiting for him as Aaron lay still over Jeb¡¯s knees. Ultimately Jeb stood the boy up. Aaron held onto him for several minutes and lightly sobbed.

When it was all over Jeb pulled, Aaron up and took him into his arms. Aaron was still in tears but he was also all over Jeb now. His pants and boxers were still clumped at his feet but they were only on one foot now and around his shoes. As he jumped up and down and rubbed his bare bottom, he was looking right into Jeb¡¯s eyes and huddled close against him as tightly as he could possibly be. There were tears in the young man¡¯s eyes but there were also looks of pure happiness and joy. Jeb took over again rubbing the boy¡¯s now very well spanked bare bums. The boy in turn did not wait for any invitation. He hugged Jeb tightly and suddenly he kissed Jeb deeply. Jeb remembers being shocked but he continued holding the just spanked bare boy in his arms too. Yes, Aaron was still crying but his whole body and being seemed turned on and he wanted Jeb deeply. In spite of his paddling, as he suddenly kissed Jeb, his _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard, his balls were tight up against his body, and his buns were scarlet and sizzling to the touch of Jeb¡¯s hand now.

Jeb looked at the now eager and aggressive young man in his arms, ¡°Looks like you¡¯re feeling pretty anxious, boy?¡± Jeb said.

Aaron seemed embarrassed but only looked down demurely.

Jeb tugged the boy¡¯s pants and boxers off the sole remaining leg and patted his very sore bare bottom for him. The boy¡¯s _c_o_c_k_ remained rock hard. Tears were still in his eyes but his whole body was tight, sweaty and alive. Jeb smiled at him but Aaron only continued looking down. ¡°Get your ass into the house and up to that bedroom,¡± Jeb was surprised to hear himself directing but he was ready and prepared to meet the current challenge!

Aaron never looked up at him. He just said quietly, ¡°Yes, Sir,¡± and a moment later he streaked across the gravel drive with his very bare and very red ass bare in the bright morning sunshine and through the recently cut yard between the barn and the back kitchen door. Then Aaron disappeared into the house. Jeb was walking more slowly as he went after him.

It probably will not surprise you to learn that they were both late for church that Sunday morning, but when then did get there and took a seat on the hard wooded pews at the back of the sanctuary, Maw and Pops looked over and nodded welcome. Both men nodded back. Aaron, however, was having a horrible time just sitting!

Later at Sunday supper at Ma¡¯s table, Jeb was shocked when he heard Aaron ask, ¡°Can I go help Jeb next weekend?¡± he smiled and seemed genuinely happy, ¡°We¡¯ve got lots of things to do over there.¡± Jeb just looked. He was stunned. ¡°Jeb¡¯s helping me with some things too. OK, I go over and help him more?¡±

Aaron wiggled on his chair at the table. Jeb says he remembers thinking to himself ¡°what¡¯s with this kid?¡± But when Ma and Pops said ¡°sure,¡± Jeb did not find himself objecting, not at all. Instead Jeb heard himself agreeing.

Jeb drove back to his place alone later and found himself thinking, ¡°Maybe this boy needs a bigger paddle?¡± Jeb was soon laughing to himself, but he was also already looking forward to the coming weekend and running into the boy with Ma and Pops at the town¡¯s only restaurant and coffee shop in a day or so.

To be continued . . ..

But first a postscript: As any reader would expect, the above account varies some depending on whether Jeb is remembering it or if Aaron is. Nevertheless, for the same of accuracy, both of them stress the fact that Aaron¡¯s first time receiving the paddle while spread out across Jeb¡¯s knees resulted in a very, very red and a very, very hot bare bottom but no, zero, nada, bruises nor any cuts or lasting marks. Jeb will assure you bruises and excess pain are NOT part of their life. Aaron put it differently to me, ¡°_d_a_m_n_ he paddled me a lot and I lost myself in the reality of it all, but while I was forced to face reality that first time and I got a long paddling and a spanking, it was not too much nor too hard. It was just right.¡± Then he began smiling or maybe you might label it ¡°smirking¡± (as Jeb was not around when he said that).


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