Walking up to the house, stuffing his car keys into the front pocket of his jeans, Johny was a bit lightheaded. The wind was biting now and he plunged his hands into his coat pockets to keep them warm. The house looked quiet. It won't be for long Johny thought to himself grimly. Walking up the stone steps he reached for the door knocker. Jeremy, was not a technology phobe, but no means, but he only used necessary technology. A doorbell, was not necessary, and had no charm or character. The knocker clanged against the massive wooden door. A house like this was rare, heck the door was imported from a former castle in Europe.
Johny waited a few minutes, the wind tossing about his curls. His eyes darting behind those silver sunglasses. He reached up to knock again when the door opened. There Jeremy stood. Jeans, green sweater, and a wide brown belt snaking suggestively about his waist. "Get in here, now." Jeremy growled. Johny's inner monologue groaned. Jeremy closed the door then walked down the hallways towards the stairs. This house is so quiet Johny thought following behind. His senses were off the chart right now. His ears could hear a clock ticking from two rooms away, colors seemed more vibrant and clear to his eyes, there was a strange mixture of cleaning products on the air to his nose. The kind of mixture that happens when massive amounts of cleaning have happened in a short time. The cotton poly blend of the inside of his pockets felt intricate as he clenched and unclenched his fists nervously. His mouth was dry, and his tongue tasted of the those three chain smoked cigarettes on the drive over here.
Jeremy walked up the stairs, two at a time, Johny followed one at a time. There was no rush, because there was no avoiding this. What would be the point? Jeremy swiftly turned the corner and disappeared into the bathroom, Johny had just made it to the top of the stairs when Jeremy exited the bathroom carrying the hairbrush. "Let's move it along now, shall we?" Jeremy seethed, grabbing the boy by his right ear and leading him to the guest bedroom. "Oww!" Johny cried out. "Don't start with me." Jeremy said, the clear baritone voice silencing Johny. Jeremy parked the boy right in the corner before he let go. "Hands at your side. Nose against the wall. Move and you'll start earning more on top of what you've already got coming towards you. Understand?" Jeremy barked. "Yes sir." Johny said softly. Jeremy turned and left the room. Johny fidgeted his fingers a bit. For the first few minutes his mind was racing about what he had done and what was the all of what he had coming to him. Then he started wondering how long he was going to stand there. It wasn't till he glanced at his watch and saw that he had been standing there for thirty four minutes that he panicked. Thirty four minutes? His hand instinctively reached for his bottom to rub it. "Is that 'arms at your side' young man?" came Jeremy's voice from the doorway. "No sir, sorry sir."
"You don't even have a reason to rub your bottom yet. Turn around and come over here." Johny turned around and saw the chair placed in the center of the room with Jeremy sitting in it. Johny walked right up in front of Jeremy.
"Johny, you and I have developed a certain kind of relationship these past few months. When you have crossed the line, and acted like a naughty boy, then I have been the one who has treated you as such and given you the proper punishment. Which was a bare bottom spanking. And you have learned from these, haven't you?"
"Yes sir I have." Johny whispered. "You have learned to give respect where it is due, you have learned the importance of moderation in regards to late night activites. Now today, you are going to learn another important lesson. Responsibility. The art of knowing when you have made mistakes and owning up to them, including accepting the resulting consequences. Now is there something you want to tell me?" Johny was breathing deeply, in and out, in and out. Jeremy was making this into such an issue, the very importance and ritual he was throwing into this caused the boy's hands to sweat. "Yes Sir, I do." Johny replied. "What do you have to tell me?" Jeremy said sternly as ever. "I was fired from my job, sir."
"Why?" Johny blinked and looked up, the smallest of smiles twinged at the corners of his mouth. A morbid part of him still relished this memory. "For being insubordinate, sir."
"Nice try Johny. How were you insubordinate." Johny sighed. This had been his choice, why did their have to be consequences to it? He was already job hunting in a mid-west economy. Wasn't that punishment enough? Johny's eyes which had been everywhere but on Jeremy now caught the Man's gaze, squarely in the eyes. The memory stirred up his confidence and swelled his defiant pride. "Do you want abridged and unabridged?" The boy asked. "The details of why you're being punished today." Jeremy replied. "Well, last Thursday." Johny began "I called and asked if they needed me to work, they said no. So I made plans to enjoy my afternoon. Then they called back and said they did need me after all and could I come in. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, because I would just let the machine catch the second message and I would claim I was already out. Well, this time I was expecting a call picked it up, and then they persuaded me over the phone for a 'quick' three hour shift just to help out. So I went in, grudingly, but I did go in."
"When I got there they had me unload stock onto the floor, while I was doing this, one of the managers thought I wasn't doing it fast enough and decided to tell me so. I told her I was working as fast as I could, but she said that the 20 foot truck was on its way and they needed me to be done ASAP, so I could help with that. I told her it wasn't my fault not enough people weren't scheduled and I wasn't going to bust my ass just to make up for their lack of manegerial skills. I went back to what I was doing at my regular pace. But we have over four thousand items in the store. I couldn't find where the god_d_a_m_n_ garland went to. Never mind it's september and we're putting out garland into the store."
"While I was looking it up that same manager calls out to me: 'Johny are you doing anything right now?' To which I throw my hands up and shout, probably so the whole store can hear me: 'No, I'm doing nothing right now. I'm just standing around here letting everyone else work while i stand here with my thumbs up my ass.' Her eyes got real big and she said 'Well, there's two customers behind you that need some help.' I turned, mumbled an apology while she rang them up and then I walked away having found where the garland was supposed to be."
"She came up to me five minutes later and tried to start into me, but before she could I said: 'look, i'm sorry i forgot the eyes that screw in to the back of my head today, i'll remember to bring them tomorrow. But i don't not appreciate the insinuation that i stand around doing nothing, especially when i'm in here, after originally being told you didn't need me today, working the job of two people. Now I have to finish what i'm doing because the god_d_a_m_n_ truck is pulling into the parking lot now.' And I did finish what i was doing and I did go help with the truck. But she went to the store manager and he decided that he was going to talk to me while i was unloading furniture from the truck. So it wasn't like i was busy or anything."
"After three trips of listening to him I finally said: 'are you about finished, because i'd like to finish this. So if we're not then we can schedule a meeting to talk about my 'attitude' and we can sort it out then. Otherwise help or get out of the way.' He was completely rattled by me at this point while I took my aggression out on the furniture. Then he started saying something about how i'm not professional and how my attitude is bad for business and kept droning on and on wasting precious minutes of my life."
"Finally I shouted: 'no! this is not professional! i ripped off my name tag, told him to _f_u_c_k_ himself and his job, dropped the chair i was carrying so that it broke. Told him to take it out of my last paycheck, then walked into the store, up to that bitch of a manager called her a c*** that smells of rancid bo and I offered to buy her a toothbrush and toothpaste because the customers and coworkers would deeply appreciate if she used them. then i told every customer i passed that the store was ripping them off and to take their business elsewhere. then i relieved myself on both their cars." Johny cleared his throat for the punchline "All over their doorhandles."
Johny was now grinning from ear to ear. Hell, all of that was worth a spanking. "I'm glad you find this funny Johny." Jeremy seethed. "But how are you going to pay your bills now? Do you have another job? Might I remind you that the first of the month is coming up? Will you have your rent?"
John was annoyed, Jeremy sounded uncannily like a father.
"I will have a job by the end of the week." The boy said arrogantly, rolling his eyes. "You will? Where?"
"I'll find one."
"You will? Where? Will your first paycheck be in time to pay your rent?" Jeremy's fatherly tones were now stinging through Johny's skin. "That isn't your concern if i pay my rent or sleep on the street. I will, as you said earlier accept the responsibilites of my actions."
"No, you're wrong it is my concern. You see, I walked into the store ten minutes after you left. They were going to call the police for vandalism." Johny blinked, he hadn't heard that. "They were going to file a report, and press charges. Charges that could have landed you in jail, believe it or not."
"No it couldn't." Johny said, his voice unsure but his pride refusing to believe it. "Yes, they could. But lucky for you I happened to be there. Stroke of fate really. I convinced them not to press charges, and it took some convincing."
Johny was impressed against his will. "What did you tell them?"
"I told them that we had a mutual agreement."
Johny's heart convulsed into stone and dropped into a nest of butterflies. "What did you tell them?" He hissed.
"I told them that I was responsible for punishing you if you behaved wrongly." Jeremy said slowly, savoring his time to be smug.
Johny breathed a moment scared to ask this next question, but the curiousity was stabbing through him. "Did you tell them how you punish me?" Johny asked.
"You bet i did. Bare-bottom spankings."
Johny's eyes bulged. Panic coarsed through his veins. He worked with people that went to his college, this would spread like wildfire. No, he couldn't have, Jeremy was a professor, that would be like admitting breaking certain rules.
"You did not. That would implicate yourself, admitting you're involved in a unseeming student teacher relationship." Johny shot at the Man sitting in the chair. "You'd think that, but I told the store manager and the manager to whom you were so rude to. I told them in confidence but they will require proof, of course."
"Proof?! What kind of proof?" Johny cried out, panicked confusion soaring through him again.
"When we're through here, we're going down to the store where you will apologize to both of them and then you sill sit, or try to sit, on the chair that you so callously broke."
Johny jumped for the door. No way, no way in hell was he doing that.
"Screw you Jeremy. No right, you have absolutely no right. You are not my father!" Johny was shouting now as Jeremy had his right arm and was dragging him back to the chair. "Let me go! Right now! You have crossed a line! I'm not doing this! Let me go! Now! YOU'RE NOT SPANKING ME!"
And here was where the Man and the Boy were defined. Jeremy easily dragged Johny back to the chair. He easily, with one hand, and a good thrust, dragged Johny's jean's down this knees. It helped that the boy never wore a belt. And then, Johny found himself over Jeremy's lap. His cotton clad bottom high in the air, a perfect target.
"Johny, do you understand why you're being spanked today?" Jeremy asked the boy. "Let-me-up-right-now!" Johny growled. "What will you do if I don't?" Jeremy asked. "What?"
"Walk out the door and never come back." Jeremy said quietly. "Well, that's your choice but first your spanking and then you're apology." And before Johny could protest it began.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Fierce, hot swats all over his bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Fast and hard! The sheer speed of the slaps that were being administered to the boy's bottom was amazing. Over and over and over again that heavy hand came down against that young man's bottom.
Johny, now enraged, was deathly determined not to make a sound. He gritted his teeth, and breathed deeply in and out, and grunted now and again as the slaps rained down on his bottom and upper thighs.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Faster and faster came those spankings as Jeremy sensed Johny's determination.
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! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Then he stopped. He yanked Johny up and while the blood rushed to the boy's head, disorienting Johny, Jeremy ripped down those briefs, down past the knees pushing both them and the jeans to the floor. Then grabbing the boy's arm he slung him back over his knees.
A brief pause to notice the deep red on the Boy's bottom and then the spanking started again.
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! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Johny, determined still not to make a sound, was moaning internally. Louder and louder as the tears started to stream down his face. His arm was already pinned on his back, which earned him faster and harder slaps.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"OWWWWWWWWWW! PLEEEEEEAAAAASEEE STOOOOOOOP!" the boy finally broke down into sobbing and crying out. His bottom wriggled, danced, and bobbed about on Jeremy's lap trying to dodge the swats, slaps and spanks. But Jeremy changed where he would spank and his rythmn too. There was no way this boy was guessing where that hand would slap next. Then it stopped again.
"Johny stand up." The boy did as told. His face was wet from crying, and his hands wanted to rub his bottom so badly, but he was well trained not to. He stood before this man who had just punished him.
"Do you understand why you were spanked now?" Jeremy asked. "Yes sir."
"Good." Jeremy stood up, grabbed Johny's ear again and lead him back to the corner. "You know the drill young man." And a swift slap reminded the boy of the consequences.
Johny stood in that corner for forty five minutes of sheer agony. He so desperately wanted to rub out the flames that scorched his backside, but he feared another spanking. So he stood there. Finally, finally Jeremy called out to him.
"Johny bring me the hairbrush." The boy turned, walked to the bed where it laid, picked it up, and took it to Jeremy.
"Will you please take this hairbrush Sir and use it to spank me, on my bare bottom, over your knee, and on the bed, if you feel necessary, to help me learn my lesson?" The boy asked humbly.
"Yes I will." Jeremy replied curtly. He took the brush in his right hand the boy over his lap. But this time, the boy was stradling Jeremy's left thigh. So that the boy's crack was open and free to be spanked by the brush.
"How many do you think you deserve Johny?" Jeremy asked. Dangerous question. Too low and you get way more, overshoot and again you end up with way more.
"Fifteen Sir?" Johny replied. "Better make it thirty." Jeremy said.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Johny gasped and squirmed. This hurt so much more, especially since he was stradling Jeremy's thigh and his bottom was so much more exposed.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Johny began to cry again. He gripped and clawed at the floor.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Johny swung his arm back to protect his poor bottom, but Jeremy simply pinned it down and continued with the spanking.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
After these last five Jeremy ordered Johny to the bed. Which he did in short order. Now, on all fours, with his legs spread apart, his flaming, bruised bottom was open to feel all of the hairbrush everywhere. And feel it he did with these last ten that came fast, and hard!
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "OW! I leaaaaarned myyyyy leeeesssoooooooon!" The boy cried. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
After the last swat of the hairbrush, Johny jumped up and performed a dance that only the spanked boy knows. Hopping from foot to foot, rubbing his inflamed and sore bottom. He cried openly and then ran into Jeremy's arms. Hugging him tightly.
"Please, sir, don't spank me anymore today. It hurts too much. Please don't spank me anymore, please. I've learned my lesson, I have sir."
"Good, now lie down on the bed." Jeremy said. The boy did so quickly, eager to show obedience as Jeremy retrieved some lotion. After a good time was spent lotioning that well spanked bottom Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed. "Johny come here." The boy got up and walked over to the man. "Sit down."
Johny did so, but awkwardly.
"If you didn't like your job that much, why didn't you just quit? Given notice like a man would, and leave respectably."
"I don't know" Johny said choked up. "I was trying to make it work. Trying to stick it out, but i hated it. It was killing me."
"Don't be so dramatic, Johny. Listen, we all do jobs we don't like from time to time, but if you start to develop patterns in jobs you don't like chances are you'll carry them over to a job you will like. Remember that."
"I will sir."
"And there is the question of your honor and respect. To perform a job faithfully because you said you would despite how you feel about it. Do you understand that, in here?" Jeremy said placing two fingers on Johny's chest where his heart is. "Yes sir."
"Good, now I want you to get dressed. Because-"
"Please sir, don't make me..."
"Do you want to go back over my knee Johny?"
"No sir."
"Then I want you to put your underwear back on, pull your jeans up, get your shoes on and come downstairs. I'm going to order chinese. Do you want some?" Johny blinked. What did he just say?
"I thought. I thought we were going to go-"
"Well, the humiliation of that, plus your spanking i think would make you learn your lesson. But I also think it will be utterly impossible to get you into the store against your free will. So, no, I'm not going to make you go the store. But if you want to, I think that would be a good idea."
Johny thought about it for a moment.
"So, they're not expecting us?"
"No, they're not."
"So then, they don't know that you spank me?"
"Well, they don't know for sure, but I definitely implied it."
Johny looked slightly relieved. He pulled up his underwear and jeans then followed Jeremy back downstairs. As they were walking Jeremy ruffled Johny's hair and asked him a question. "So, are these spankings starting to come up in your decision making process now? Do you realize you will be held accountable in life now?"
"Yes, I realize that. And maybe that was my last spanking, but probably not. I'm still a boy in too many ways and deserve being spanked."
"Yeah, yeah." Jeremy grinned. "I don't think that was your last spanking either. I have a feeling I'm going to take your pants down and punish you with a spanking again. How soon, depends on you."