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Subject: (New) Story m/m FICTION: Paul's Boy -- Part I
Date: 13 Jan 1996 19:22:12 GMT
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Paul's Boy (Part I -- Part II at a later date)

For several years when I was in my late 30’s I lived in a big three bedroom house near the college, and I rented out rooms to a couple of students. The older one, Richard, I hardly ever saw -- he was a super-serious graduate student and spent most of his time at the campus and in the library. The younger one, though, David, was just 19, and was a bit of a brat. He hung around the house a lot and we developed an unusual relationship. He always talking smart and leaving stuff all over the place, and taking my food and beers; things like that. I warned him about his behavior a bunch of times, and then started doing things to punish him, like making him do chores all morning one Saturday after he'd had some friends over and they all drank two six packs of my beer. He didn't have a lot of money, so I basically let him off with the chores as punishment, rather than making him pay for it. Surprisingly, he went along with this, grumbling, but cooperating. One time when I got home and there were dirty dishes all over the kitchen, I went to his room, grabbed his arm, pulled him to his feet, smacked his butt hard three or four times and frog marched him to the kitchen to clean up his mess, chewing him out the whole way. He took this in stride, which led me to the conclusion that what he really needed was discipline, so I resolved to sort of take on the role of his dad. This wasn't too incongruous -- I was 6 feet tall, strong, and with a naturally dominant personality, while he was basically a bratty, long-haired skinny kid, and tended to be submissive and placating when I would get mad at him.

My dad died when I was just 14, and I remembered my older brother Randy -- he was ten years older than me and sort of took over the job of being our dad after my dad died -- used to punish my little brother and me when we were bad by spanking us with an oval hardwood paddle. Randy believed that corporal punishment, which was quick and to the point, was the most effective discipline. I think he must have made the paddle himself -- he was handy with woodworking tools and kept a workshop in the garage. The last time I got a spanking with this paddle was when I was in college... I remember I came home from my first semester after having dropped two of my three classes. When Randy found out about this, he was really, really mad. "If you're going to act like an irresponsible little brat, you'll be treated like one," he said, having already gone for the paddle -- and then he pulled my pants down right there, none too gently, with my little brother Tim watching. He bent me over the sofa and paddled me hard forty or fifty whacks on my bare butt. "I hope that will teach you some responsibility, Paul," he said when he was finally done paddling me. I was 18 years old, but I hollered and cried -- it REALLY hurt. But I remember it made me feel all warm and physically excited later, after I'd been sent to my room without supper to "think about it," and I jacked off half a dozen times that night, especially after I heard the sounds of Randy giving Tim another hard spanking with the paddle in the next room. (Tim had brought home a bad report card, and was getting spanked for it).

Reminiscing about that, and thinking about young David, who was awful cute, even with his scraggly long hair and gangly, skinny body, my _d_i_c_k_ started to get hard. Then I remembered that I still had that paddle somewhere -- yeah, it was in the garage. I went out and found it in a box in the back. It was really a beautiful piece of work -- 1/2" thick plywood, about 12" long and 5" wide, with a handle and oval blade forming one smooth curve, and five neatly drilled holes in the blade. Handling this paddle, and remembering the sting of it on my bare butt from years before, gave me a rock-hard erection. "Might need this," I thought, and put it in my dresser drawer.

Not long after that I happened to come home one afternoon after working out at the gym, wearing only a tank top and athletic shorts. I came in through the kitchen door and walked into the living room. I guess David didn't hear me coming. He was sitting on the couch, no shirt on, with a pipeful of pot on the table and beer cans all over, with his pants open, stroking a big hard-on.The whole room was a mess. He heard me, and made like he was going to zip up, but something clicked in me, and I rushed him, and pulled him roughly to his feet by the upper arms. His pants were still open and his surprizingly big _d_i_c_k_, still semi-hard, flopped in front of me. He wasn't wearing any underwear, just blue jeans, with the fly wide open.

"Geez, Paul, I..." he started to say.

"Don't say a word, boy. You're really going to get it now." I put one foot up on the coffee table and pulled his torso over my leg, pulling his pants down around his thighs and exposing the milky white globes of his butt. I raised my hand and brought it down across both cheeks really hard, making a sharp, red mark across his butt. SMACK!! I could see his balls hanging below the crack of his butt. I raised my hand high again, brought it down hard. SMACK!!

I adjusted my foot a little to take his weight. He just sort of hung there , his upper body draped over my leg, his butt ready for more. He didn't struggle at all. "OK, boy, just take it like a man," I said.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! I was slapping his butt with all my might.

He groaned. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!! I was really getting into it. I felt my _d_i_c_k_ getting hard. This was fun! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!

"Ohhh! OOOOOOUGH!!!"

I grabbed his torso with my left hand and held him, as he was starting to sway from the force of the slaps. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ohh! OWWWW! Oh, please! OWWWW!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!

But I didn't stop, I kept spanking him as hard as I could, till his butt was bright red all over and he was jumping with each smack. But I kept on, spanking him hard. My _d_i_c_k_ was so hard it ached. I spanked him continuously, and hard, for at least ten minutes, while he rocked back and forth against my leg and howled and sobbed. His butt was aflame when I finally let up. He didn't get up right away, but kept rocking and sobbing.

"Oh, oh. Oh! That hurt so bad! Oww." I lifted his body and stood him up, his pants now down around his knees.

Much to my surprise (I was hard as a rock, and the tip of my _d_i_c_k_ was sticking above my gym shorts), his _c_o_c_k_, which had gone soft, was bobbing up again and was fully hard in just a few seconds. I hugged him to me, and felt the hard rod of his _d_i_c_k_ against mine. "That's what you need, huh, boy?"

"Yes, sir." He said it so quietly I could hardly hear him.

"Look, David... I don't give a _s_h_i_t_ if you want to smoke your weed, and you can beat off your pretty _d_i_c_k_ all you want... but you aren't going to do it in my living room, with your crap all over the place, and drinking my beers. If you _f_u_c_k_ up like that, you'll get punished. Next time I will paddle you -- till you're crying. You got it?"

"Yes, sir." His _d_i_c_k_ was still rock hard. I couldn't resist. I reached down and clasped it, gently, around the balls and the lower part of the shaft, and stroked it. He practically writhed in reaction, and then shot a huge wad of come onto my stomach. "Ohhh," he said, and I hugged him again, slapping his butt lightly.

"Guess you enjoyed that, huh boy?"

"I ... uh... needed it, sir."

"Yes you did. Now go get cleaned up."

But he didn't go. He just clung to me, rocking a little. I led him to his room and laid him down on his bed. I was still hard as a rock, and he was getting hard again too. So I took off my shorts and cuddled with him, and we jacked each other off till we both came, sweating and humping each others' bodies. It was terrific.

David of North Hollywood, Calif.