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College Boy Jason Part One.
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Of the author. JJ 2010.
I met him at a club; he was as cute as a button, lovely
Angelic face, sparkling blue eyes and buns like two
Eggs in a handkerchief - a sight to behold, to treasure,
This was one boy I just had to get to know. Age? Well
If I was into guessing I would say no more than 20, if that!
I sat down beside him at the bar and started a conversation,
He was a college student studying some kind of maths
Course and I soon got bored with the details of statistics,
I mean who could have guessed it could be so interesting!
After 20 minutes of mean, median and mode I just had to
Change the topic of conversation!
Soon I learned his name 'Jason, hmmm nice I thought,
And I loved his voice too, still I was more interested
In those two beauties filling the seat of his nice tight
Levi jeans. My mind began to wander, wondering if he
Was wearing boxers or briefs, wishing I had the answer
And equally wishing I could rub my hand gently over his
Taught young backside, well gently at first anyway, he
Looked a perfect fit for my lap, not just sitting in
It of course.
He wasn’t local and stayed a few states away. By now
We were chatting quite amicably and I ordered up
A couple more drinks for us. I began to learn
More about this cutie, his aspirations and career
Intentions and also that he was presently looking
For accommodation as his tennantship ran out at the
End of the month. Again my mind wandered to his
Most attractive features and I wondered what they
Looked like nice and bare, in a position most
Suited to this boy, one I just knew he needed
To be in. Sometimes you just know when a boy
Need to be there, this one certainly did and
My mind stepped up a gear; I had a spare room, lived
Near the college, but … what was he really like?
Would I be asking for trouble? Would he even?
Consider it? Before I knew what I was doing I
Told him I had a spare room and that I was thinking of
Renting, would he be interested?
He stared at me for a few seconds before smiling
And saying 'yea, when can I look'. So we agreed
The next afternoon and 4pm and here he was sitting
In my lounge sipping coffee. I had already showed
Him the room and now it was time to talk. It
Was business talk and I knew he was thinking about
The rent, of course I was thinking of something
Entirely different and today he was super good
Looking in a pair of red shorts and white T Shirt,
He looked even better than before, and those
Buns, wowwwww, those buns looked so damned hot!
He was over my lap, shorts and white briefs down,
His tanned legs kicking in the air as I brought
My hand down with a very satisfying slap, a nice
Red imprint of my hand emerged on his simply
Gorgeous little bottom. I raised my hand again
And looked down at the sight over my lap, how
Simply wonderful and after his afternoon spanking
He was going to do some well needed corner time.
I was startled out of my day dream, by his voice
Asking about the rent. I looked up at him and
Smiled ... it was time to discuss terms, well
My terms really. As I looked at him, all I
Saw was a boy who needed education and discipline
And a boy I was going to make sure got it.
Time for business.....
To Be Continued
The Spanking Of Martin Chaper1
I met him at a party, you know, one of those college affairs with the usual beer and cheap snacks. I can remember looking around and thinking that the place was way to over crowded for the size of the apartment, and noisy too! How long I said to myself before the neighbours complain and the cops show. Looking for a way through the crowd to exit the place, my eyes suddenly zipped back to the left, now let me tell you I love a guy with a cute butt and that is precisely what me eyes had fixed themselves on. The young guy had his back to me and I rapidly scanned what I could see, a small frame for sure maybe 5’8 or so, nice back and his Jean pants were filled with the most beautifully round and tight set of buns I had seen in a long time. I had to see the front of him.
I edged my way around the crowd until I had a good view. He was cute! Actually he was very cute. His face was smooth and I doubted needed a razors attention much, his hair was light brown and he has those oh so cute sideburns, giving him a very boyish looking charm. I had to know more. Stepping closer I noticed he seemed nervous and almost … as if he didn’t belong there. Smiling I introduced myself and asked him his name. Well this beauty’s name turned out to be Martin and he was the younger brother of the host, at 21 he had a lot going for him. We started with the usual small chat and I soon realised that he was ‘shy’ and parties were not really his thing.
After a while I asked him if he fancied getting out for some air, maybe going to a nearby bar for a quiet beer and shoot a bit of pool. I must admit I really expected him to decline my offer, but instead he turned round, smiled and said ‘lets go’.
So I found myself in my local bar with this enticing young man, admiring his nice tight bottom - every time he bent down to take his turn at pool. This evening was turning out rather well!.
It turned out to be the first of many trips to that bar, and he quite openly admitted that he preferred the company of quieter guys and someone who didn’t just think of football all the time. He loved to debate, over just about anything and I certainly ensured his thirst was quenched. This went on for weeks and sometimes I will admit it felt like having a small puppy following me around, as he always seemed to want to be around me. I really enjoyed his company, and I freely admit I wanted to run my hand over his nice tight denim clad backside. Patience is what I told myself - the time will come .. and it did ….
Almost six weeks later, I was walking with Martin in the park, we often did this, infact it had almost become a daily routine. I knew there was something bothering him, though I did not want to push him, I decided to let him tell me in his own time. After a while he sat down on one of the benches, I stopped walking and joined him. Sitting there together I said nothing and there was silence for a few minutes before he told me what was wrong. It was nothing major, and something that happen to most young men his age when their attention span begins to wander. His grades had slipped and his father was threatening to stop paying for college if they did not improve. Whether his father was simply saying that as a threat I will never know, but certainly my young Martin thought he was serious, so serious that there were tears in his eyes when he told me. I put my arm around him and comforted him, then I reached over and lifted him up and onto my lap. He jumped, and looked at me with those big blue eyes filled with confusion. I laughed and told him to relax, its okay, I am only giving you a huggg and trying to make you feel better. I waited, I thought this is it, he’s going to jump up and that will be it, I’ll never see him again. He didn’t, instead he sat their in my lap and let me hugg him and soothe him. After a while I let him up and I started to walk him home. I promised him I would help him improve his grades.
We studied together mainly in the college library but sometimes at my place. Every evening we took the same walk in the park and when we were sure no one was around I would have him in my lap, with my arms around him. Just sitting there, hugging him and talking to him.
After a few weeks, he really looked forward to that soothing time in my lap, and I quite enjoyed it to! We would talk about his progress and his grades and I would praise him like a father would on every good test score. Of course when the score wasn’t as high as either of us would have liked, I began to scold him, again just like a father would, I expressed my disappointment and used phrases like ‘another score like that and I’ll put you over my knee young man’ or ‘I think I may have to smack someone’s bottom if I see another result like that’. He mostly laughed at this but now and again I could see him steal a glance at my face to see if I was joking. I gave no impression one-way or the other and continued to smile and hold him.
Of course I meant it, I couldn’t wait to have him over my knee!
Again though I sought patience, I was not going to frighten him off – no way, in time his cute little bottom would meet my hand – in time.
That time was many weeks later. We had been out for a few drinks and he was a bit more tipsy that usual, not drunk my any means, just a little more talkative than he usually was. We headed off to our usual quite spot in the park and soon he was nestled snugly in my lap, he was a very good fit! Eventually we got round to his recent math test result and although he passed it, he did so only just. He was more that capable of doing better and we both knew it. Well as usual I told him he deserved a trip across my lap and again as usual he laughed and we were soon walking him home.
When we reached his house, he asked me to come in for a nightcap. ‘No ones home he told me, I have the place to myself’. Why not? So I did. An hour or so later my boy was giggling and laughing and both of us started to horse around. You know wrestling on the floor, I won of course. We both sat on the sofa catching our breath back and I said it to him ‘I really should put you over my knee Martin, you really do need it’ He looked at me with those baby blue eyes and nodded a silent yes.
No more words were needed. I sat him in my lap and cuddled with him for a long time. I told him how proud I was of him and that he was doing very well now with his grades. After a while I then explained that I was going to put him over my knee and spank his bottom just like a father would his son. I told him that I was going to do it for him and because I loved him and I wanted the best for him. He had tears in his eyes when I said this but he knew he needed to be spanked as much as I did.
Gently I eased him out of my arms and equally gently took his hand and led him over to the left corner of the living room. I put him in the corner and told him I wanted him think about why he was getting a spanking. I turned away and began to look for the most suitable chair in the house to sit in while I spanked my boy. To be fair they really wasn’t that great a choice, I was looking for something that would be high enough to have Martins legs in the air so he could feel like the naughty little boy he was. I managed to find one that would just about do the job, more of a dining chair but it would have to do. I placed it in the middle of the room and sat down. Martin remained in his corner, not moving an inch. Very good boy I thought.
This was his first time over my knee, so I didn’t want to make the corner time too punitive. I kept him there for around ten minutes and no more before calling him over to me. My boy slowly walked over to the chair and looked up with those big blue eyes. I smiled and took his hand, rubbing it reassuringly. I patted my thigh and said the words said a million times to naughty boys all over the world ‘over my lap son’.
He slowly bent forwards and I helped him lay nicely over my knees. Of course I had to adjust his position so that his nice tight little bottom was at just the right angle. As I said I wasn’t happy with the chair, but it did get his legs off the ground but only just. I wanted Martin to experience his first spanking from me in that good old-fashioned position, legs kicking in the air, head well down - bottom up!
And he did!
When I ran my hand over his bottom for the first time, it was thrilling. His bottom was so cute and this was a dream for me. To be honest I had planned to have him over my knee the first time I saw his bottom never mind the rest of him and now I did. I started slowly to spank each bottom cheek in turn, my hand slapping against the light blue denim clad bottom. After a few minutes I increased the tempo and spanked harder and faster. Although he groaned and yelped a few times, I knew it wasn’t really that painful. After about twelve minutes or so, his little butt was generating some nice heat and I could feel it even through those denim pants. I lifted my hand higher now and started on the lower part of his backside for another five minutes or so, this time I really did get some genuine yelps and moans. I finished up with another five minute random rapid fire, my hand landing all over his butt and he had no way of guessing which part would feel my palm next.
I really enjoyed spanking him, but with his pants still up, my hand was beginning to sting and tire. I stopped and let him lay across my knees, moaning softly but not crying. I helped him up from my lap and embraced him tightly; he hugged me back and held on for dear life. Rubbing his back I told him what a good boy he was and how well he had taken his first spanking. Believe me at that moment in time there was nothing more on this earth I wanted to do but get him straight back across my lap with his pants down, but Martin needed to be broken in gently and besides the chair was all wrong for pants down or even bare bottom spanking. Martin was certainly
Going to be going over my knee again, and oh yes his pants will most definitely be coming down next time, but not here, not in this house. We needed somewhere a bit more private and with a proper chair. I untangled us both from our embrace and sat Martin down on the sofa in my lap …
To Be Continued
I don't know what Uncle Tom expected from me. After all, I'm a normal 21 year old with buddies I hang out with. So why would I want to spend a month in New York with Uncle Tom? Especially right in the middle of summer!
Dad tried to make it sound so exciting. But I know he just wanted to get rid of me, on account of him wanting to spend time with his new girlfriend. The last thing he wanted was me around geting in the way. He kept talking about all the computers and games at Uncle Toms offices, he owned the company A gaming software house.
Big deal! That's what I thought at the time.
You see, Uncle Tom has always had a special interest in me–even though he’s not really my Uncle. Dad and Uncle Tom went to the same college and when they graduated both started their own business, Dad in electronics sales and Uncle Tom in computer software, namely gaming. They had both helped one another over the years build up their respective businessess and were almost like brothers. Uncle Tom had treated me well over the years, great gifts on birthdays and Xmas and he showed me a lot of affection, too much though in my opinion and I often found it irritating when he would ruffle my hair or bear hug me, he still did this even though I was 21. In the past I used to see Uncle Tom several times a week but last year he moved his company to New York.
But to me, Uncle Tom was just an annoying friend of my Dad’s . I honestly wished he'd just leave me alone. But not this summer.
"I know this isn't where you wanted to spend the summer, Matt," he said as he walked me from the air terminal, putting his arm around my shoulder. "But I've got lots of ideas for things to do that will make this a summer you'll remember."
"Great," I said. I bet he could tell how un-excited and un-interested I was!
The next day "a Friday" WAS kinda interesting. Uncle Tom’s offices really did have lots of neat stuff. Computers. Games. Virtual reality section. I guess I got kind of excited, but I made sure Uncle Tom didn't notice. I felt like he was responsible for taking my summer vacation away. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy myself.
The next day "Saturday" Uncle Tom kept coming up with lame ideas for us to do together. I vetoed all of them. I ended up watching TV while Uncle Tom read a book.
After supper, he said we could go to the cinema. I told him I didn’t want to. Uncle Tom got a little testy. HE wanted to watch a movie and, since he didn't want to leave me alone, I'd just have to come along.
The movie was shown on a big screen 3D job and not really my theme. The movie was kinda sad and about this family that goes through tough times, you know the Dad looses his job, the mom gets real ill and the eldest son becomes distant, doing his own thing and not caring. Anyway, they had lots of problems. I remember a scene with the dad and the eldest son (he was about 20 I think) real clearly. I think what happened changed my summer all around.
The Son took a temper tantrum about his Dad challanging him drinking and got back a lot of cheek and unpleasent words from the son ”I have had enough," he shouted. So he grabbed the son and spanked him. The Dad had simply grabbed the boy by the ear and hauled him over to a straight back chair, the boys pants were down very quickly and he was over his Dads knees. The spanking fascinated me, and my brain went from curious to real interested when the Dad took down the boys white briefs and two rather red bottom cheeks were displayed. The Spanking continued on the boys bare bottom. No 'love pats' either. I mean he gave him an old-fashioned 'pants-downer’
After the spanking, the Dad and Boy spent some time huging and bonding again, I was mesmerised by this. I mean the dude had just gotten his ass tanned but good and yet there he was huging and thanking his Dad, promising to do better’ The Dad made a comment ’I’m sorry son I should have done that a long time ago, but now things will be better’
At that point, Uncle Tom put his arm around me and gave me a hug in the dark.
On the way home, Uncle Tom said, "I guess we know the secret how to get to like me."
"I need to spank you!" he said with a laugh. "Then you and I will bond together, just like in the movie."
"Yeah, sure," I replied, sounding as sarcastic as I could muster. "Whatever."
But, secretly, I'd been thinking about the spanking in the movie, too. Bare bottom? I'd never heard of such a thing! I'd been spanked a few times, for sure but may years ago. But dad always did it on the pants! Something about bare-bottom spankings fascinated me.
Not that I wanted one. They just interested me. That's all.
Over the next several days, Uncle Tom kept bringing it up. Jack Rodgers, one of Uncle Tom’s friends came over Sunday afternoon. He works for Uncle Tom, too. he's older though, with two boys already grown up and graduated from college.
"I'm thinking of disciplining Matt while he's with me this summer, Jack" Uncle Tom said. "You reared two boys. Any advice on spankings? I've heard bare bottom is best!"
Uncle Tom was just teasing me. But Jack Rodgers didn't know that. He goes on for a long time about the benefits of "pants-downers." He said he used to spank his boys regularly, so they'd see spankings as normal. On days he spanked them, he said, they'd get another before thy went to bed.
"Spanking is fatherly love, Tom. The boy will understand it if you're regular and consistent about it. But don't let things build up. Spank at the beginning of mischief not at the end. And make sure you get to it at least several times a week. Otherwise, it becomes something dreadful and fearful. And you've stored up your annoyance, so you can't spank in a loving way."
That night, after Jack left, Uncle Tom told me it was late and time for bed. I didnt want to go to bed and so procastinated as long as I could.
"I guess I'll have to give you your first spanking right now!" he declared, his hands on his hips. "And right on your bare bottom!"
Then he laughed. I went a little red in the face but decided to go to bed anyway.
The next day, Uncle Tom had to remind me twice to take out the garbage and I could tell he was getting a little frustrated.
"I guess you'll have to spank me!" I declared, giving Uncle Tom his own joke right back at him.
"No time," he declared seriously. "Got to get to work. But if you remind me, I'll spank you after supper tonight."
"Sure," I said. "Whatever."
During lunch in the cafeteria at Uncle Tom’s office, Jack Rodgers joined us. I'd spent the morning in the virtual reality section. So I was in a good mood.
"Matt got a lot out of what you told us yesterday," Uncle Tom told him. "In fact, to help him remember to do his morning chores promptly and without a lot of reminders Matt asked me to spank him tonight."
"Really?" Jack has no sense of humor, Uncle Tom was teasing.
"Yup!" I said right back, without cracking a smile. "On the bare bottom too!"
"Well, good for you!" he declared.
Then he told us how his own boys would come forward on their own when they knew they needed spanking.
"As a single Dad, I had to depend on the boys to know for themselves when they needed punishing. Same as you, Tom."
For the rest of the day, we kept up the joke. By the time we left for home, a half dozen people had been told about my upcoming "spanking."
But the more we joked about it, the more curious I became. I didn't WANT a spanking. Like any boy and of course I was after all 21, that just could not happen, when I was younger I HATED spankings. But there was something about Uncle Tom spanking my bare bottom that well excited me.
The idea seemed to excite Uncle Tom, too.
"I suppose I should call your Dad and tell him I'm going to be punishing you from now on. I should probably tell him how I plan to do it, too."
"No!" I exclaimed, blushing. "There's no reason to tell Dad. I'm old enough to decide for myself if I want you to punish me!"
Somehow, the spanking kept getting more and more real as we talked about it.
"I suppose you think it's all just a big joke," he said, as if reading my mind. "Maybe you could think up another punishment instead."
"You're not chicken, are you?"
"Certainly NOT!" Uncle Tom replied hotly.
"Ever spanked anybody?"
"Well, no," he said. "I suppose I could do some homework."
After dinner, he called Jack, asking his advice on how to administer a proper spanking.
I headed for the bathroom while they both talked and talked about spankings.
I brushed my teeth then headed for my room where I changed into my sleep shorts and Tee.
I heard a knock at the door. Before I could answer, Uncle Tom came in with one of the kitchen chairs in his left hand, sitting it down in the middle of the room he came towards me.
"Spanking time!" he declared firmly, taking me by the arm over to the chair and sat down
"Don't be afraid!"
"I'm not scared!" I replied hotly.
"Then over my lap!" he said, patting his left thigh.
Oddly, I did as he said. Maybe I didn't want him telling everybody that I behaved cowardly. Maybe I was curious about "pants-downers." Maybe I didn’t really think he would actually do it.
Of course, it wasn't a "pants-downer," I thought because I had on my shorts.
That thought changed quickly though as Uncle Tom wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled my shorts down.
Then I got to find out what it's like to get spanked on the bare bottom.
Let me tell you, in case you've never had one. First, it STINGS. I mean really, REALLY stings! The other thing is that your bottom gets real HOT! I've heard talk about getting a "scorching" spanking. This was the first one I'd ever gotten that burned.
I guess Jack told Uncle Tom to keep spanking and spanking for a long, long time. I always cried when I was spanked. But this time, I really let go after awhile. I just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. I felt completely drained when Uncle Tom finally stopped spanking me.
Then he did a funny thing. He wrapped me up in his arms on his lap, my hot, stinging, throbbing bottom pressed uncomfortably against the cloth of his pants.
He slowly rocked back and forth. I found myself hugging him
Then we talked. For a long time. I asked if his hand was OK. He said it stung and throbbed a bit. I told him not as much as my poor butt. We both laughed.
Over the next few weeks I went over Uncle Tom’s lap on several occasions and he took Jack Rodgers advice too, I always got my bottom tanned again before bed. We both knew I needed the spankings and we both knew Uncle Tom enjoyed having me over his knees.
A few months later I moved to New York and joined Uncle Tom’s firm as a games tester. It was nartural that I whould stay with him until I got my own place. That was over two years ago and today I am quite successfull and have Uncle Tom’s helping hand to thank for that. I am regulalry spanked when Uncle Tom thinks I need it and no matter how well I have done over the Week, Sunday’s are always spanking days. Uncle Tom decided that I needed at the minimum a weekly spanking to keep me a ’good boy’ and I can tell you that they hurt and sting just as much as any punishment spanking does. Well today is Sunday and I am heading for my bedroom, the tight white shorts and tee are laid out on my bed, the same straight back chair is in the middle of the room (it is now a pernament fixture in my bedroom). Soon my bare bottom will be red, hot and I will be sobbing over the thighs of Uncle Tom.
It all began quite by accident if the truth be told. There I was sitting in the restaurant bending the ear of my friend, frustrated and mad as hell!
Michael of course was the cause of my frustration (as usual), while I loved him dearly my 23year old partner was a brat of the highest order. Guess what he did this time I said?
Jack simply raised a patient eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.
‘He only got my fucking car towed, and why? I’ll tell you why – seven unpaid parking tickets, fucking seven can you believe that?’
Paul my friend of over fifteen years looked appalled ‘that’s not on Matt, what you gonna do about it?’
I replied with honesty ‘I don’t know Paul, I really don’t, god help me I love that boy, but he is driving me mad with his irresponsible antics’
Paul looked at me for a moment ‘Well if that was my Shane I can tell you exactly what would happen, and has happened over the years we have been together, your Michael is around the same age isn’t he?’
‘Well Yes I replied, but what do you mean?’
Paul took a sip of his wine before answering my question ‘Well Matt it seems to me that your boy needs some rules and consequences to go with them. I had some similar issues with Shane and still do from time to time, but we have an understanding about what he can expect if he screws up’
I must have looked puzzled because before I could ask the question Paul continued.
‘I am talking about discipline Matt, Michael is like Shane, both immature boys; they need guidance, rules and consequences for breaking the rules’
‘What exactly do you mean?’ I asked, now intrigued, wondering where this was going.
‘As I said discipline, in our home I wear the pants, when Shane misbehaves his pants come off, he goes right over my knees and then I tan his bare bottom until I think he has learned his lesson. Don’t get me wrong Matt, I don’t abuse him, nor do I leave any marks other than that of my hand or the hairbrush on his little butt. Other than finding it difficult to sit for a few hours, there are no other side effects’
To say I was surprised by this ‘revelation’ would have been an understatement; I honestly didn’t know what to say or how to react. I just sat there, with a stunned expression on my face. After a few seconds my brain began to process the information. I myself had never been spanked, nor had I ever spanked anyone, and yet the thought of spanking Michael was now firmly going through my mind. Paul was right; Michael was immature but would spanking him help? I looked at my friend wondering, actually in my mind I could see him with Shane draped across his lap, shorts and jeans at his ankles with Shane’s ever so cute rear end up and ready for his punishment. I confess this whole ‘spanking’ thing was moving from intrigue into the realms of fantasy.
Paul began to speak again ‘Matt have you considered the possibility that Michael might be testing you, it is possible he wants you to take him in hand, he and Shane are good friends, they do spend a lot of time together, I wouldn’t be surprised if he knows how I discipline Shane, I suspect Michael secretly wants you to do the same.’
That hit me like a sledgehammer, brining me straight back to reality. I wondered if it was a possibility, did Michael need me to discipline him, to spank him? I could see clear advantages in a discipline relationship, instead of arguing when he was being a brat; I could simply warm his bottom for him. It would certainly relieve a lot of tension and of course Michael had the cutest set of buns I have ever seen, actually, if they were rosy red they would sure look even cuter!
I looked my friend straight in the eyes ‘You may be right Paul, but there one problem, I have never given a spanking to anyone before, I wouldn’t know where to start’
Paul chuckled ‘Matt why don’t you come round to my place tomorrow night, around 8pm. Friday evenings are reserved for review sessions. This when Shane and I discuss how he has behaved over the week, if he has been a ‘naughty boy’ then I punish him. As I keep full track of how Shane is doing I already know he will be spending some quality time over my knees as part of his punishment. I can give you a demonstration of how to handle your own ‘naughty boy’.
My heart raced, had I just heard correctly, Paul was inviting me to watch him spank Shane’s bottom?
‘But wont Shane have something to say about that, surely he would want that aspect of your relationship kept secret’
Paul shook his head ‘Matt, Shane will be fine with it. If you want me to be honest with you, he has often commented on how Michael could benefit from a smacked bottom. When I explain to him why you are going to be present he will be more than happy.’
I considered Pauls proposal for all of about 2 seconds, ‘your on, I’ll b there at eight sharp’
We finished our drinks and after our customary hug headed our separate ways.
My mind constantly wandered the rest of the day. Images of Shane over Pauls’ lap, Michael over my own kept on interrupting me, I could almost feel the heat in Michaels fanny, see the imprint of my hand on his bare bottom. Michael was out of town visiting his folks returning on Sunday afternoon, would he be in for a surprise I wondered?, would I actually spank Michael for the first time or would I lose my nerve? Would Sunday night be a turning point in our relationship? And of course tomorrow night, well let’s just say I was more than a little excited at the prospect of witnessing Shane’s punishment spanking.
Inevitable Friday night arrived as I found myself ringing Paul’s front door bell.
I was Shane that let me in himself ‘Hi Matt’ he said adding ‘follow me into the lounge’ after he gave me a hug.
I followed, noting how he was dressed, damn he looked good. White T-Shirt, White ankle socks and a tight pair of white shorts. When I say I followed him, it was more like I followed the sexy outline of his cute behind; I just couldn’t keep my eyes of it.
After Paul and I exchanged greetings, Paul looked over at Shane and in a stern voice told him ‘Into your corner young man, nose against the wall’
I couldn’t believe it, it felt so surreal. Shane did as he was told. Unbelievably he looked even cuter, vulnerable, and perhaps even innocent. I was unsure if it was his ‘white attire’ that gave this impression, but one thing was certain Shane simply looked like a naughty little boy, sent to the corner to await his punishment.
Paul began to explain to me how it was going to work ‘Shane and I have already discussed the reasons for punishment before you arrived so we will be keeping that part to ourselves. Shane is going to be spanked several times this evening. His first spanking will be over his shorts then he will return to his corner while we discuss your thoughts on it, his second spanking will be over his briefs and again he will return to his corner afterwards. After we have finished talking, he will then be spanked bare bottomed, as before going back to his corner when it is over. His final spanking will be with the hairbrush which he will fetch himself. All spankings will be given over my lap, each time he returns to his corner he will go there exactly as he left my lap, so for example once I have spanked his with his shorts down he will then stand in the corner with his shorts down’
‘We are not in a hurry, always take your time to spank a boy, it makes the experience much more memorable. Now why don’t I get us each a drink?’
As he headed into the kitchen he said ‘Shane get the spanking chair ready, then back in your corner boy’
Shane immediately left his corner heading for one of the bedrooms; I noticed his face was flushed, showing he was clearly feeling some embarrassment over the situation. He returned with a sturdy wooden straight backed chair, which he then placed in the middle of the room turning it so it faced the sofa. I realised this was for the benefit of his audience, namely me! Once his task was complete, he returned to his corner, his nose touching the wall.
Paul returned with the drinks, handing me my glass he sat down.
We began to discuss the benefits for a discipline relationship. Paul certainly knew what he was talking about as he told me all about the benefits in great detail. There was a lot more to it that spanking I soon discovered. Shane wasn’t only spanked, but grounded, made to write essays, given corner time, early bed times and even a supervised bath which always resulted in the removal of his most private hair. Paul however explained this happened rarely, and only when Shane had been an exceptionally naughty wilful boy. When we discussed the weekly reviews it was obvious in reality it meant Shane got a spanking weekly at minimum.
‘Matt trust me on this, weekly reviews are essential. You will find tanning their bare bottoms regularly most satisfying. It helps them behave during the week and believe me, there is nothing nicer that taking your boy over your knees on a Friday evening. I think we are ready to begin now’
Paul rose from the sofa, and then sat himself down in the spanking chair.
Time a naughty boy was spanked, Shane come here!’
Shane left his corner, walking over to where Paul sat.
Paul stood up and took Shane in his arms, his hand gently patting his bottom. They stayed like that for around five minutes before Paul released him, sitting back down in the chair.
Softly now he spoke, his eyes and his expression had changed. This wasn’t an angry man about to administer a spanking, the look was unquestionable it was pride, pure pride. ‘Lay over my knees Shane, you know the way I like you to’
Shane slowly lowered himself across Pauls Knee’s; I noticed his hip was almost perfectly positioned over Paul’s left thigh. This had the effect of Shane’s nose almost touching the floor, lifting his legs off the ground. Paul adjusted him slightly here and there then laid his hand on Shane’s now very taught bottom, those shorts were now stretched tightly across both his buns. Paul began to lightly pat the bottom in front of him, sometimes rubbing each cheek in a circular motion. He was certainly in n no hurry; it was some time before the first slap landed across the middle of Pauls behind. The spanking began.
To be continued