Julian - Part Xvi: “the Paddle”


by Cal <cal22722z@yahoo.com>

". . . just something a young man needs . . . when a young man is ready."

Julian finally finished sanding down that paddle that he knew was going to become part of his life. He had not delayed at all in working on it and sanding it down smoothly, though it had taken time; but the fact of the matter was that I was real busy working at that point and he was also under a deadline at his own Institute to present a major project. Regardless, most nights and even weekends he would pick it up or pull it out of his backpack without being told and I would happen to look over and see him sanding it down again making it real smooth to be used on his own bare bottom. Sanding one of these things is not quick and it certainly is not easy, but the time he puts into it knowing full well that it is going to be used across his own bare bottom is well worth it. He knows it is coming and he is going to feel it in guidance. He is making it solely to present to one man; and when he does, his "reward" is going to be to feel it in discipline, right across his bare bottom.

Julian, like all boys everywhere, wanted to finish it and get it over with. Yet, he did not want to feel it cracking across his bare ass while I held him tightly over my lap to prevent his avoiding it and its hot, sheering sudden pain. Some nights I would catch him just staring at it as if lost in another world. Julian knew it would become a symbol, reserved for one man, a trusted man, who fully intended to paddle him with it.

Sure, Julian was slow in making it. Wouldn't you be?

But he was making it. Part of him was increasingly anxious about it as it took final shape. Part of him was worried about what it was going to feel like? Part of him was strangely looking forward to what was about to happen. His name was to be on it and somehow he found that embarrassing just to think about. Somehow his name on it would end all guessing about who's bare bottom this paddle was going to be used on.

His moods and feelings came and went, but he stayed with it, sanding it down, preparing his paddle.

I, in turn, said nothing. Silently I knew he needed time to come to grips with his own paddle himself and that he was doing just that as he worked on it.

In the meantime, normal life for both of us continued on. The humdrum of the office place and those endless things that need to be done.

Still there were nights when we would walk quietly up the beach, kicking the surf under the moonlight, and just talk about things. Life just continued on.

Like, say around here one day during that period. Early morning through late afternoon I was beyond just swamped, but then as dusk was settling I finished four rapid laps up the beach and back and ended up down at the Pier where Julian was waiting (yes, he is faster than I am!) Sitting there on a bench, drinking some water, cooling off on a warm summer day, with people walking around and exercising too, the conversation was a simple one between us.

"Hey, something I've been meaning to ask you about?" And we just talked a bit as good friends always do. That, though, as we discussed things quietly Julian got around to admitting, "well, I probably could have handle that differently." I smiled.

Shortly later Julian added, "Well, guess I wasn't thinking too clearly either."

And I added too, "Yes, guess you're right about that one."

I looked over at him sitting there beside me, still drinking water, watching the waves roll in as people walk all around us. But taking on a young man like Julian also means making sure he is going in the right direction and not neglecting for too long his own needs under those royal blue onion skins. "Julian, you know you can't keep doing things that way. It just doesn't work."

"OK, maybe you're right so I'll do it differently, Cal." Just a normal conversation for him, normal, that is until I replied.

"Yea, but maybe I'm gonna' have to reinforce that point for you, my boy, to make sure it doesn't happen again." Yes, just a normal public conversation between two men, but guidance for a young man like Julian also means following through and providing it with corporal punishment across his bare bottom.

And immediately Julian caught on too!

"Ah . . . You mean. . ."

A glance over at him, my hand on his knee, and in spite of others all around us, it was time to make things even clearer.

"Julian, I think when we get home, we need to take the time to take those shorts down again and give you another lesson to make sure you don't do it that way again."

"Ah! I mean I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. I promise you."

"Good. Real glad to hear that too, but when we get back home you're gonna' get spanked anyway."

The mere mention of the word "spanked," no matter how silently, and you cannot help notice how he looks around nervously. Julian got real quiet right then and nothing further was said, nor needed to be said, until I finally suggested we walk back up the beach home.

You could almost see his mind working. Maybe I would forget or change my mind? Will I? Maybe yes; maybe no. But whatever happens it just comes about and happens naturally. Julian found me shutting the door when we walked in the place and locking it. He hugged me and even said he was sorry.

Still my words were clear. "OK, come on, Julian, we've put this off long enough. Time now for your shorts to come down and your bare fanny to get a nice long spanking."

Julian got spanked on that particular night. Nothing planned. It would just happen that's all. A boy like Julian still needed a man around who would just casually call him on something and for sure we would talk about it calmly for as long as he wanted to. There was never any hurry on those occasions, but ultimately I would still end up hugging him and then taking his clothes off myself, then even hugging him some more before I would ease his bare body over my lap as I sat on that hard back wooden chair that I reserved for spanking him on. My boy's bare buns sunny side up needed some attention just then. Did not want him to get too complacent about things. So I would just spank him like that, same as men spank boys everywhere. That night he cried some as his buns heated up.

Later, much later, I noticed he was off outside sitting on that front stoop again, sanding down his paddle.

Still, life just continued naturally between us, two independent men, but one holding major responsibilities for that younger one's education, one older. Julian still got spanked.

Another week or so went by, maybe a spanking or two happened, maybe not, I was not keeping track or counting. We were both busy.

Then one night Julian decided the sanding had finished. Time for him to add his name in a scroll that only an Art and Design student could possibly manage. And he did that. He was real quiet that night as he stood there looking at what he had made and put his own name on as the paint on the letters dried. I was doing something else and not paying too much attention, but I did notice it when later that night he was standing near me and said those words he had been waiting to say for such a long time.

"I finished my paddle."

Not "a" paddle, or "the" paddle, but "MY" paddle.

He handed it to me and I looked it over carefully, leaving him to stand there in an increasing agitated state.

"Good, Julian!" I finally had to say something. "Now put it aside and we'll let you present it Friday night."

He looked more than just a little relieved when he heard me speak. Even his shoulders seemed to slump.

"Ah, does that mean you're going to paddle me then?"

"That what you made it for, my boy?"

"Ah, I'm going to have to get it on my bare ass, Cal? Can I at least keep briefs on? I mean like I didn't do anything or anything for you to have to punish me with it, ah, Sir."

"Sorry, kid," I played with the paddle in my hands, "this one's reserved for your bare ass for sure. Around here, paddle's always on your bare ass. So just get ready for it. Let's say, 9:30? No, 10's better. Give us time for dinner out. I'll take off all your clothes for you myself. A paddling's best when you're completely naked so I can give it to you real good. Doesn't matter than you haven't done anything to deserve a paddling right now. You're going to get paddled and I'm sure after I'm done paddling your bare ass Saturday night you are going to be real sure you avoid doing anything to cause me to paddle you again."

"Have to be completely naked when you paddle me, Sir? Always it's gonna' be like that."

"Afraid so, son. Now put it up there beside the fireplace where you can see it with your name on it an all until Saturday night when I'll need it or you want me to paddle you with it right now a bit for disobeying me and then you'll get it again Saturday?"

"Jeez, Cal," he seemed baffled, "No, no way," he put it beside the fireplace quickly, "I mean what kind of a choice is that? I mean I've got five days to know it's coming but no, I don't want it right now too! I mean this one's really going to hurt too."

I just looked at him. A minute later he dove into my arms and against my shoulder. We stood there hugging like that. But I can't say he seemed to relax at all that night or the other days to come either. Each day he would walk in and see it there, waiting for him, but whatever Julian was thinking, he avoided the topic studiously! I said nothing about it either.

But, I sure smiled a lot!

A boy needs to know what a paddle feels light. Julian would in just a few days.

In the meantime, we were both going to a dinner party Friday night which I thought might help him take his mind off it. And then, I reserved a table for a good dinner for Saturday at 7. It was a special place that he really liked going too. A bit formal, but the candlelight somehow added to things though he liked that more than I did! Why not? I would order a few roses and see if I could not get him to relax at least somewhat on Saturday night. Then I would bring him home and paddle him.

A boy needs to feel his paddle.

In some ways, I was looking forward to paddling his bare ass over my knees. It is after all one of those more private things between a man and a boy. Julian, I already knew, was not going to take it too well. Never mind, no boy ever does, especially the first time. Still Julian needed to feel the paddle that would become important in his life. And I fully intended to make it a real paddling too, for sure. None of this playing around. At 10 Saturday night I full knew I would be taking off all his clothes for him, piece by piece, and no rush either and then after he presented his paddle to me, I would take him over my knees and paddle his bare ass a real good long one. It was time.

Julian stayed mostly rather silent as the days passed. He clearly was not about to bring up the topic, but I could tell he was thinking about it a lot. I could not help by notice him glancing over at that paddle sitting there when he thought I wasn't looking. As the days went on, he became more tender and even affectionate in some ways. No matter whether we were over at my place in the city or the place out by the shore, he would come in and always linger in holding me. Thursday evening I was late getting home though he had some hot food prepared and waiting when I got there. After that we watched some TV together and I read reports; but when I tired, I stood up and pulled him into my arms. We stood there hugging each other tenderly.

Then, to my surprise, he managed to make a half sort of comment that I almost did not hear he whispered it so softly. "I understand why you're gonna' paddle me. And, ah, if I gotta' get it, I'm glad I'm gonna' get it from you." His head was on my shoulder as he was in my arms then. I reached down and pulled the towel he had wound around his waist off, letting it drop to the floor. My hand cupped his buns, but this time I noticed when I touched him, he did not clench them or tighten them in any way. He remained calm in my hands. Now I knew for sure. Julian was now ready to bond with his paddle . . . and with me.

So much for the stern man in me. I hugged him. He was calm but naked in my arms. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him into the bedroom. Julian was ready for the paddle now. I had half a mind to up the schedule and give it to him right now. He was so ready to get it now and so was I to give it to him too.

To be continued. . .


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