Yes, I spanked Tom long, very long, and very thorough that night! Sure, I enjoyed every minute of it. The boy responded just as every boy does that first time his man decides he has really had enough of his behaviour this time and ups and spanks him. Tom was no different. He begged, he promised, he cried, he wailed, still howled, and then he begged all over again. Anything, if I would just stop spanking him across my knees just then.
During all of this, Harry stumbled over and managed to put his hand on Tom's now very red and stingingly hot, bare bottom.
"Now that's a hot ass on a well-spanked boy!" he managed to get out. "If Tom knew he'd get this more often, I bet his grades in school would shoot up for sure!"
I smiled. No kidding!
Tom sobbed as I continued spanking his young bare bottom as Harry looked on.
The night went on like that. I was in charge and take charge I did. It was about time.
Harry finally passed out on the floor. All three nicely paddled, very hot and red bare bottoms ended up standing against the wall, thinking about their behaviour. Sniffles were still audible in abundance as I poured some chilled red wine and sat down in my own favourite arm chair, looking at them standing there.
When I was finished and good and ready, I sent them off to bed. Larry would share his with Tom. That left Harry where he had fallen though I tossed him a pillow. Larry had shown Tom how to use cream on his sore bottom and all three boys fell asleep on their stomach's with red asses occasionally half exposed under the white bed sheets. Once sniffles ceased the house became quiet. I could reflect on a rewarding evening, having properly corrected three young men quite well. Nothing could have been more satisfying this particular evening then to strip and spank each of them as much as I choose to. And, tomorrow would bring yet another day!
And it did. Saturday morning had almost passed before anyone began to stir, but soon Larry and Tom were up, showered, and in the kitchen, in jeans and sweat shirts, bare feet no less, with the smell of fresh coffee waking the rest of the house. Aaron came in next, looked carefully at me and kept a certain distance, but it was a healthy respect. Tom too stayed his distance. Never mind, he'd adapt. Harry with a hangover was making a breakfast of mainly aspirins and tomato juice, but at least he was able to sit at the table.
The boys talked about going to the gym to work out later and when they asked I told them they could, but first, I reminded Larry and Aaron what happened in our house after someone had been punished. Both turned red, sending glanced Tom's way and wondering if I was serious, and in from of Tom, who just looked. But, both boys had learned their lessons well and quickly dropped their jeans and briefs and bend over for a little "morning after inspection."
I snapped my fingers at Tom and he followed. They all remained bent over there in the bright sunlight of the kitchen while I touched, patted, and inspected at will, pulling _c_o_c_k_ and balls back as I pleased.
Again Harry's eyes bulged, but when I released them to go work out in the guy, I was stuck with Harry. Some fun!
"You did a good thing for Tom last night, you know."
He brought up the subject while nursing juice.
"Maybe, but it's no good unless you keep at him. As it is now, he feels no motivation to get his act together, let alone his grades. Why should he?"
"Yea, I know what you're saying, but I watched you and I can't do it like that."
"You can learn."
"Maybe, but what really interests me is someone like Aaron, someone who's already trained to obey, plus with his body, I mean."
"Aren't many guys as exotic as Aaron, but I'd have thought you'd prefer Larry?"
"No question he's a beautiful boy, but Aaron's the one I'd really love to take over my knees."
"So, why didn't you last night?"
"I don't know, I just didn't think he'd let me."
"If he'd 'let you'?" I interjected! "It's not a matter of if he'd 'let you. You decide when to spank him! Get real! So, when Aaron comes back, if you want to, take his arm, march him upstairs, yank down his pants, and spank him. You decide! But, make sure you always give it to him on his bare ass, always! You can start out on his jeans or shorts, if you want; but never, ever stop before his ass is bare. Punishment has got to always be dependable and for real and a boy's got to understand that."
Harry hung on every word as I spoke.
"Go ahead. Use my bedroom if you want. Be good for the both of you. You've got to learn how to control a boy, now Tom lives with you. Hell, that's why Tom has no respect for you. You saw the fear on his face last night when I paddled his ass in front of you?"
Harry nodded as I continued, "A boy needs that. You've got to learn to give it to Tom and regularly until he gets his act together! Stop trying to do him so many favours and letting him get away with things."
"Yea," Harry said, "I know you're right, but it's not that easy for me. . .. I just thought it would be nice to have Tom around the place, you know, play with him sometimes."
Ugh. I couldn't believe he was talking like this!
But we continued talking until about three hours later when the guys returned smiling, laughing, after a good workout. It wasn't long after then until Harry worked up his nerve. He at least began firmly.
"Aaron" he said. "Go up to Cal's bedroom and take off all your cloths."
So far so good!
Unfortunately Aaron looked at me. I nodded and smiled. Maybe Harry could finally learn to do it! Then Harry added.
"I mean, that is. I want to spank you, if you don't mind, if you haven't had enough last night already? I mean I'd really like to spank you, so please go upstairs to Cal's room now and take off everything. OK?"
Aaron looked at me, we all almost laughed, but I nodded again and Aaron dutifully started up the stairs. Harry was hot on his heels. Aaron looked back at me from the stairs, hesitating, with more than a little concern. After all his fanny was still sore under his jeans from last night! Even if Harry went easy, he was in trouble. But my look was all he needed to insure his obedience. In my house, disobedience meant I would step in, something Aaron would not risk. Aaron looking glum, continued up those stairs, head hung low.
Larry and Tom had be watching of course. I glanced at Larry, who I knew, was hoping not to be next. Neither of these young men knew Harry preferred Aaron, but maybe I'd whip them, especially Tom? I smiled at him, knowing I'd like to!
I got a coke and sat down. Both boys stood, listening. No one said a word.
The sounds of Aaron getting spanked soon began and floated through the house. Harry wasn't using the small paddle I kept in my nightstand, but was slapping Aaron's ass with his hand. It sounded gentle. Tom, Larry, and I all smiled at once.
"He calls that a spanking?" Larry asked laughing.
"I'm afraid he does." Tom replied, laughing back.
"That's nothing," Larry exclaimed, "when Cal spanks me it's never that light!" Then he smiled at Tom, "No wonder your grades never went up."
"I'm afraid you're right. OK? Enough already, man."
Tom had replied honestly, then looked cautiously at me. Hurriedly he added, "But I don't need spanked again, Sir. Please Sir!" He added quickly, realizing what he'd said.
Laughing, I cuffed him playfully, tussling his hair.
"I'll decide that, remember, my boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll never forget that, Sir!" He still looked concerned though, "But I promise you. I'll study hard now and my grades will go up. I promise, Sir."
His concern and promise were genuine, no doubt; but I'd probably spank him again anyway. Why not? His young had responded beautifully across my knees last night and I knew I'd enjoy doing it again, the sooner the better! Boy's can learn, to be sure, but they forget things quick enough. That's just the way it is.
I looked at Tom closely as he sat there nursing his cup of coffee in his hands over his lap, his jeans-covered legs crossed. Yea, it would be nice to force him to peal them down and have his bare bottom back over my lap for a good long warming, only this time I'll give him what he needs in private, maybe upstairs when Harry's though playing?
I smiled. Harry's boy was too young, too naive, and far too new to know what I was going through my mind now.
Still, I said nothing further.
About twenty minutes later, Aaron came bounding down the stairs, buttoning his Levi's, shoving his T-shirt into his jeans where the white of his briefs was still showing. He was smiling broadly, very broadly. At the bottom of the stairs he began laughing.
"Now That was a spanking? Oh, please, please please, bleuh."
We all knew what he meant and laughed.
"Hell, all he did was feel my ass and pat it a few times! How about your spanking me like that from now on, Cal? How about it, huh?"
Aaron flopped down on the couch beside Tom, clapping him on his knee.
"In your dreams, my boy." I replied. "Drop your jeans and show us the damage."
Aaron stood quickly, unbuckled them and tugged them down with his briefs.
"There ain't no damage." He replied then turned and bend over slightly so we could all see. "No damage, I'm sure." Aaron laughed.
He was right. Aaron's ass was only faintly rosy, more likely left over from when I'd spanked him last night. There were no signs at all that he'd just been spanked.
"Don't worry," I added attempting some fake sternness to my voice. "I can always do it right for you later."
The expression on his face changed immediately from a broad smile to serious concern though I think he knew I was just kidding him.
"I know you can, Sir, and I'll accept whatever you choose to give me any time, but, please, Sir, note I obeyed Harry exactly upstairs when he told me to strip and lie over his lap on the bed and I spread my legs widely so he could feel me however he chose to and spank me anyway he wanted to, so please, Sir, I did nothing wrong at all." Now he really did seem worried but I wasn't sure why!
Larry and Tom laughed at him, but I took him at his word.
"Relax, Aaron, you're too serious. Go to the kitchen now."
The room became deathly silent. Aaron stood and walked into the kitchen. I followed momentarily.
As the kitchen door shut behind us, I took him in my arms, my hand on his jeans, holding him.
Aaron whimpered softly in my arms. "I'm sorry, Sir. Are you going to spank me now?" His hands began unbuckling his belt.
"No, Aaron. Just relax. Why are you upset, son?"
At those words he hugged me and with his head of my shoulder started to cry. "I'm sorry. I was afraid you'd punish me because of him, Sir. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I hated going with him, Sir. He's so big and ugly and so nandy pandy, just wanting to feel me and putting on this big show, telling me I'd been a bad boy and earned a spanking over his knees. If he'd just wanted to feel me, why doesn't he just do it? I failed you. I don't like him, Sir. I don't want to see him again, ever. Please."
He cried.
"You will go with Harry or with anyone I say whether you like it or not. Understand me, Aaron?"
"Yes, Sir! I didn't mean it like that." He cried.
"If you don't like that, get your ass out to the shed right now, strip down, and wait for me there."
"Sir, I'll do what you say. You don't need to take me to the Shed, please."
He was sobbing now in my arms. His body was strong, firm in my arms, and he was as _s_e_x_y as ever. If we hadn't had guests, I would have taken him upstairs and given him the attention he craved. Harry had played with him, got him going, but that's not what a young man needs. He needed a real spanking, a release and some reassuring affection, and this one needed it badly. I should find that thin dildo I'd misplaced, or else maybe I needed to give him a nice warm enema and reclaim him as mine? Had I neglected him?
"Maybe I'll spank you tonight and then a nice warm enema to make you feel better? You'd like that, Aaron, wouldn't you?" I spoke to him almost tenderly, still entwined in my arms, my hands on his bottom.
He looked up at me through watery eyes, "You've never made me take that, but that's up to you too. Kathy used to force me to take horrible ones from her all the time, in front of guests sometimes. I hate them, but, Sir, you do whatever you think I need."
I hugged him tightly, letting him calm down in my arms. He surprised me, though, when he looked up and kissed me, something he'd never ever done before!
"You've helped me a lot with everything, Cal, but I know I still need a lot more training, Sir. I think a lot about it. I want you to teach me everything. . . Sir."
He was moving seductively now, his hard body tight against mine. I hugged him tightly. I'd spank him and give him one the first chance I had. Finally after awhile he calmed down enough to rejoin the others in the living room and was fine, although he stayed close to me.
Tom and Larry looked up when we rejoined them, but no one spoke right off. Aaron was back to normal.
But, then later, Harry came downstairs, excited as hell about having spanked Aaron. He seemed to have a new found authority and he was proud of himself. Obviously there was a difference of perception here. To Hell with it, I suggested Aaron and the boys go to the pool and relax a bit, which they hurried to do since it was obvious they weren't especially interested in the "new" manifestations of Harry.
Harry himself wanted to go out somewhere too and shortly thereafter he and I drove over to a coffee shop on the Pier, a place I always enjoyed. It was there that Harry dropped a bombshell that would impact my life dramatically and for months to come. (to be continued)