Fantasy 2. Ron.


by David Trebor <Trebordavid@hotmail.com>

Ron is 22 years old with long hair that is nearly to his waist, his gaudy boxers are always on display as his jeans are half way down his arse.

One of his favourite games is to strut his stuff for all to see and when he finds someone who is annoyed by his display he struts and displays his attitude to the Nth degree.

In short a dude with tude (attitude).

Ron shares a house with Dave his uncle and Ron thinks that he is safe from punishment of any kind.

Dave has put up with Rons goings on for several months and is nearly at his wits end, when on Friday night he returns home to find the lounge in a mess. Ron has had a few friends over in the afternoon, there are glasses, cups, bottles and chip wrappers on the floor and two of Daves prize plants unended behind the settee and smashed.

Dave decides not to clear up the mess as he usually does but waits till Ron gets back. He starts You are not pulling you weight and that stops today.

Oh Yea, and how is that going to happen. Is the good fairy going to come and wave his magic wand and make me be good.

A wand is the last part of my plan, it isnt magic, but it does produce magic results.

Your living in a dream, dude. You're so out of touch with what's happening out there.

Smiling Dave replies, I am not interested what happening out there and neither should you right now. You should be thinking of whats happening in here, because I know I am. Ron is confused.

Firstly, I have made a list of jobs that need to be done and who is going to do them. If the jobs dont get done then there will be consequences. Dave says quietly.

Oh Yea what consequences are they. Ron sneers again.

Well to start with they are all corporal punishment and they will hurt. The more serious the faults the more serious the punishment. For minor problems you will be smacked, either with your boxers on or bare. Then there is the strap, again either with your boxers on or bare. Then there is the cane, you will only get this bare.

You are joking, you cant do that, there are laws to stop you. Youre mad, you need to see a head doctor.

You are going to agree to accept punishment when I decide it is necessary. Oh and the final and most serious punishment will be a combination of all three, hand, strap and cane on your bare arse and A HAIRCUT.

No way No way NO ONE touches MY hair. '

But Ron was beginning to get frightened, he had never seen Dave so controlled. Usually he just shouted and did nothing, but his time was different he seemed to have a plan.

I am sorry Dude I will try to toe the line in the future, but you will have to cut me some slack I.....

There will be no slack and you will toe the line not try to. Because if you dont you will end up with a sore arse and no hair. This was getting worse, Ron knew he was beaten and decided to pretend to go along with Daves plans.

Ok I agree, I will toe the line in the future and do my share of the jobs. I promise I'll clear up, but Steve is outside waiting for me. We are only going to be half an hour or so. I'll do it then, promise.'

Ron returned slightly worse for wear 3 hours later having had several drinks and after an argument and shouting match Ron stamped off to his bedroom. Dave decided to clear up but also that this was the last time. Dave then collected all Rons clothes that were clean and locked them in the spare room and went to bed.

Hey where are all my clothes. Dave was awakened by Ron who was not happy that there were no clean clothes for him to wear.

I will find you some in a minute, when I am dressed.

Well shift your arse I have places to go and people to see, man, and Ron stomped out of Daves room. Dave dressed and went down to the lounge.

See you cleared up. Ron sneered.

Yea, I did and that is going to cost you Dave replied.

' Give me my clothes so I can get out of here.

All your clothes were bought by me, all your food is bought by me and I pay all the bills. If you dont like the new arrangement you can leave. It will have to be in the nude because I want those clothes back.

' I'm sorry dude O K, now can I have my clothes. Ron came over to Dave and stood very close to him. ' P l e a s e.'

Not just yet, there is the matter of last night and the last week to deal with first. We will start with a smacking over your boxers. Now come here. Dave grabbed Ron by the arm and in one motion sat down on a chair, pulled Ron over his lap and just before he landed Dave pulled down the sagging jeans leaving Ron with just his red and yellow boxers as protection against the first smack. Smack

' Ow', O K dude you have made your point, let me up.'

' That smack was only the first of many and the more you struggle the more smacks you will get,' and with that Dave started smacking Ron's twisting and bucking backside.

Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack on the right cheek and then Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack on the left.

' Get off, let me up it hurts.' As Ron struggled his hair flicked and moved and seemed even fuller than it was.

' I told you the more you struggled the more smacks you would get, and it is meant to hurt and remember what I said this is only the start of your punishment.'

Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack ' Oww Oww, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.'

Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack ' Please I'm sorry.'

Ron was breathing heavily now his arse was beginning to get sore. ' I know you sorry, but I think you are only sorry that I am smacking your arse and not sorry for your behaviour, so I am going to continue to smack you until I think you have had enough.'

Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack

Dave stopped, Ron was lying fairly still but no tears yet, so he decided to up the stakes. ' Stand up.' Ron stood and immediately started rubbing his bum. ' Now the boxers have to come down.'

' No please, no more please.'

' They come down, now.' Dave pulled the boxer shorts down to join Ron's jeans that were now round his ankles. ' and you come back over my lap' said Dave as he pulled the surprised Ron back over his lap.

Dave looked at Ron's bum, it was a deepish pink and now that Dave had time to think about it, it was a very attractive bum as well. Ron walked at lot and played football so his legs and arse well muscled. Now that his initial anger had been vented, Dave realised that he was quite enjoying this.

He had been brought up with a liberal application of punishment from his father, Ron's grandfather, and he knew that his brother Pete, Ron's father, had only punished Ron for very serious matters and other than that Ron had been spoiled rotten. Pete and his wife emigrated to Australia two years ago, Ron had decided that he did not want to go and had asked Dave if he could move in with him and Dave agreed. At the time Ron had agreed that Dave could punish him if he needed it and Pete had given Dave the strap and cane his father had given him and he had used a couple of times. It was the same strap and cane that had been used on Dave and Pete.

' I am sorry.' Ron's words brought Dave back to earth, but he made no reply.

SMACK the first smack sounded much louder on the now bare cheeks. ' OWWW'

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. ' I sorry, please Uncle I sorry' Ron was sniffing and breathing hard.

' Save your breath you have a lot more smacks to come.' Dave replied and then set about turning Ron's cheeks bright red.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

' OOWWW OOOOWWWW, please stop please.'

' O K I will stop no more smacks this time.' Ron was relieved at this and started to relax as he thought that it was the end of his punishment. ' Your behaviour has been getting worse for some time now and I don't think that the smacking you have just received is enough to cover everything. So I am going to give you a few minutes to recover and then I am going to apply the strap twelve times to your bare arse.'

' No NO you can't do that No. I said I was sorry.' Ron realised as he spoke that he was making Dave annoyed, 'Please Dave Please.'

' Don't say any more, just think about your behaviour, or I could make it 18.'

' I'm sorry, please don't hit me hard. PLEASE.'

Dave smiled, Ron's change in attitude was a good sign that the punishment was working, and he knew he must apply the strap hard.

Dave went to the cupboard and collected the strap. When Ron saw the strap he started crying softly, he looked to mild and submissive and sorry that Dave had to use all his resolve to continue.

' Stand behind that armchair and bend right over with your head down on the seat.' Ron did as instructed. His bum was now elevated and it felt vulnerable, he realised that it was in a near perfect position to be punished with that strap. Dave moved over and adjusted Ron's position so that his legs were further apart. Ron's hair had fallen down into the seat of the chair and was in a fan around his head. Dave then picked up the strap and positioned himself on Ron's left side and measured his distance, rubbing the thick strap across Ron's red cheeks.

' Twelve strokes.' WACK the first stroke landed right across the middle of Ron's arse.

' Ouch Argg.' Ron wriggled but stayed in position. WACK ' ARRGG Oww,' the second stroke landed just above the first and made Ron jump.

WACK WACK the next two strokes landed one after the other. OWWW OWW OWW.' The pain is beginning to build up.

Dave decides to apply the next four strokes one after the other, WACK WACK

WACK WACK, ' Argghh OWWW Argggh.'

Ron's arse is now bright red all over and darker where the strap has landed. Dave decides to aim for the centre of Ron's cheeks for the remaining four strokes.

WACK WACK, ' OwwwwW OwwwwwW Arggghhh, Please I'm sorry Please no more.'

Dave's answer is, WACK WACK the last two strokes land they were hard ones.

' OWWWWW OWWWWWW ARGGGHHH OWWWW,' Ron cries out and jumps up and down clutching his cheeks. ' I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my arse is so sore.'

' If you misbehave in the future you know what to expect, don't you.'

' No more I'm not going to get any more.'

' Well you will if you don't behave and don't forget there is still the cane you haven't had yet.'

Ron looked at Dave and realised that his life had taken a very different turn. He realised that now Dave had started punishing him he would continue and something inside him started to rebel.

' You must be joking. I went along with this because I felt sorry for you, there is no way you are going to do the same again never mind anything extra.' Ron glared at Dave who was smiling, this upset Ron and he started again.

' No more no way Dude, if you think I am going to let you play you perverted game with me again you have another think coming. I will not _f_u_c_k_ing well let you , do you understand you _f_u_c_k_ing pervert.' The last sentence was shouted.

Dave continued to smile as he looked at Ron ' Now you have really done it, young man. Pull up your pants and jeans, collect your bits and pieces and get out, I don't want to see you in this house again.'

Ron was dumbstruck, ' Noo Noo please can't we discuss this, I didn't mean what I said. I didn't. Ohhh _s_h_i_t_, what have I done. Please Dave give me another chance, PLEASE.' Dave just looked at Ron and again he smiled, and it suddenly hit Ron that the next time he was to be punished was NOW and he had brought it all on himself by his own actions. ' Please don't throw me out I wall take punishment from you please Dave Please.'

' O K Ron, you can stay but you are going to be punished and it is going to hurt not only your arse but also your pride. Now take off your jeans and boxers and stand back behind that armchair.' Ron looked at Dave pleading with his eyes, but Dave's eyes and stern expression did not falter. So slowly Ron removed his jeans and boxers and walked over to the armchair Dave had indicated. When he was in position Dave walked out of the room and went to his bedroom and collected two belts and a length of rope and returned to the lounge.

Ron looked at the belts and rope and the colour drained from his face, he was about to make a fuss when Dave said, ' I am going to secure you over the chair so that we can get your punishment over as quickly as possible. If you don't agree then you can leave, the choice is yours.'

Ron was frightened, of the coming punishment and of the alternative of leaving, what should he do. He decided that although it would be painful, probably the most painful experience of his life it would be better than being homeless. He also reasoned that Dave would not do anything to do him any permanent harm. ' I agree, I will accept punishment, I am sorry.'

' Good. First you will get twelve more with the strap and then twelve with the cane.' Dave then used the two belts to secure Ron's feet to either side of the chair legs and the rope secured his hands so that he was only able to wriggle but not able to avoid the punishment he was about to receive.

Dave picked up the strap.

WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK

Six strokes of the strap were delivered with hardly a pause alternating between right and left cheeks. ' OWWWW OWWWW ARGGGHH Please no more, I'm sorry , no more, Ple.' Ron's plea was cut short.

WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK

The second six strokes landed, again with hardly a pause. Ron was now crying and sobbing, ' I'm sorry I'm sorry please no more PLEASE.'

When Ron had calmed down a bit Dave went to the cupboard and collected the cane. ' You are going to get twelve with the cane You will get six then a break and then the second six.' This announcement brought on the crying and sobbing again, but Ron did not plead for no more, because he realised that Dave was going to give him twelve strokes of the cane and he would have to accept them. It was a strange feeling, one of dread, acceptance and calm all rolled into one.

Ron lined up the cane against Ron's arse. When Pete had given him the strap and cane he had practised whacking a cushion, imagining that it was Ron's backside, and now at last, he had the real thing.

THWACKK ' ARGGHH NO ARGGHH.' His earlier resolve was broken by the first stroke blazing in. ' Please NO more Please.'

Dave took no notice and lashed in the second stroke, THWACKK. ' ARRGGHH ARRGGH,' Ron was in more pain than he had ever felt before, it seemed to cut right through his arse and radiate through the rest of his body.

THWACKK, ' ARRGGHH OWWW' the third stroke had landed on top of the first and made the previous pain seem small in comparison. Dave decided to deliver the next three strokes in quick succession.

THWACKK THWACKK THWACKK, Ron was screaming in pain, tears and mucus from his nose was streaming down his face.

' I am going to give you a short break from the cane now. But your punishment is far from over. The next part will be constant reminder for some time.' Having said this Dave went out of the room leaving Ron sobbing, still tied to the armchair.

Ron did not hear Dave return and was startled when the cushion from the chair was pulled away, leaving his head dangling over the exposed springs. ' Whhaa.'

' This will not hurt you physically, but it may hurt the most.' Dave showed Ron what he was holding.

ELECTRIC DOG CLIPPERS. ' Oh NO NOOOO NOOOOO, PLEASE NOOOOO.' Dave took no notice and switched the clippers on.

' I have put in a no 4 comb this time, next time it could be a 2 or even a 1,' and with that he ran the clippers from forehead to nape in one movement. Hair fell onto the springs and through to the floor. Ron was silent, he could not speak. This was his worst nightmare, but now it was no dream it was reality. Quickly Dave cut the right side of Ron's head, and then he held a mirror so that Ron could see what had happened to his pride and joy.

' Would you like me cut the other side for you, or shall I leave it as it is.' Ron still could not speak. He could not remember when his hair had been so short, but it looked ridiculous with one side short and one side long. The long hair would have to go. ' If you want me to cut it you will have to ask nicely and say please.' Dave was teasing Ron now.

Slowly and quietly Ron mouthed the words, ' cut the rest off.'

' I said you had to ask nicely and say please. Perhaps you want me to take some more off the right side with a no 2 comb or the no 1 ?'

' No please no more off the right side.' He paused and then took a deep breath and said the fatal words, words that he never in his wildest dreams thought he would say.

' Please Dave would you cut the left side of my head so that it matches the right side, Please.' Dave quickly cut the rest of Ron's hair and put the clippers away. Again he held the mirror and made Ron look at his very short hair.

' Now we come to the last part of the punishment, the last six with the cane. I want you to count each one and then thank me and ask for the next stroke. Do you understand.'

' Yes Uncle, I understand.' The voice of the arrogant youth had been replaced by a very sorry and repentant nephew.

THWACKK, ' ARRGGGHH ONE, Thank you Uncle, can I have the next one.' Dave waited a few seconds, he wanted Ron to remember these last six strokes.

THWACKK, ' OHHH OWWWW TWO, Thank you, can I have the next one.' Again Dave waited a few seconds.

THWACKK, ' OWWWW ARRGGHH OHHHH THREE Uncle, Thank you can I have the next one.' Ron's arse was now a deep red all over and the crown of his cheeks were covered in angry dark red lines from the cane, wherever the next stroke landed it would be on top of a previous one.

Dave decided to concentrate on the underhang of the cheeks just above the join between cheeks and thighs.

THWACKK, ' AGGRRHHH ARRRGGHH OWWWW FOUR OWWWW.' The pain was unbearable, how was he going to cope with two more, he suddenly remembered, ' Thank you can I have the next one.'

THWACKK, ' AGGRRHHH ARRRGGHH OHHHHH OWWWWWW FIVE. Ohh please no more please.' Even as he pleaded Ron knew he would ask for the next stroke, he needed to ask for it, he deserved it. ' Thank you Uncle, Please can I have the next stroke.'

THWACKKKK, ' ARGGHhhh.' SIX, Thank You Uncle.' Somehow, he really meant it.

Dave put the cane away in the cupboard and then went back and looked at Ron's arse, he ran his fingers gently over the cheeks feeling the heat and the ridges from the cane. He knelt down and released Ron's feet and then his arms.

Dave helped Ron stand up and then turned him round so that they faced each other. Ron flung his arms around Dave's neck still sobbing gently. ' I am sorry for the way I have been behaving, can I stay in the house with you, Please.'

' Of course you can. But if you slip back in bad behaviour I will punish you, you do know that don't you.'

' Yes Uncle, thank you.'

Ron stood there arse on fire and bald, although he was in so much pain and discomfort, he felt different. The cutting of his hair was something he would not forget, how was he going to explain to his friends, he would have to hide or something.

As Dave continued to caress the red and very sore arse he felt a movement in the groin pressed into his own and then was amazed to feel Ron's erect _c_o_c_k_ pressing into his own very erect and hard _c_o_c_k_. Then time seemed to stand still until with ferocity they had both never felt before, both _c_o_c_k_s spewed their juice, one onto and the other into Dave sweat soaked trousers.

This was the beginning of a special friendship that was to last for many years.


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