Mom's New Boyfriend


by Wayward Boy

At the time, I was 15. I was living with my single mother, in our two bedroom apartment. My mother was hardly ever home, because she worked on a cruise ship, and was usually gone for weeks at a time. While she was gone, I was left home alone, because I was only in the 10th grade, and had to go to school. Mom loved me a lot, and wished that I could be with her. She knew that I was hanging around a bad crowd (I actually only hung around my best friend Justin, but together we got into quite a bit of trouble. I mean why not, who was going to stop me?) Mom had a PO Box set up so that all the house bills were sent to her, and she sent me money every week to buy food with. I would usually order pizza, or get McDonald's, but whatever it was, I sure had it made. Justin and I would usually skip school, because we'd still be sleeping from the night before. My grades had been suffering pretty bad, I was close to failing every class. When Mom would come home, she would beg me to do better, and even try to ground me, but she had lost all control over me a long time ago. As far as I was concerned, no one was going to tell me what to do. That was until Mom came home the last time.

When Mom pulled in, I went out to help her with her things like always. When I got down to the car, there was a guy there helping her. He was 25, with straight, blond hair. He was solidly built, and looked as though he lifted weights, or worked out in some way.

"Great," I thought. "She's got some other loser boyfriend that will stick around for a few weeks, and then bail."

"Hey, honey!" My mom exclaimed when she saw me. She met me up the walk, and kissed me on the head. I gave her the same look I always gave her when she brought home a new guy. It wasn't that I was mad that she had a boyfriend, because I wanted her to be happy, but I was tired of guys treating her like crap, and leaving because they couldn't handle me. Most of the other guys she dated would try to tell me what to do, but I would quickly tell them where to go. What I did was none of their business.

"Don't worry, he's different." She whispered with a smile.

We walked up to where the new guy was getting things from the trunk. He turned around, saw me, and smiled.

"Terry, this is Mark, my son." My mother said introducing us.

Terry reached out his hand, and I shook it. I instantly noticed that he had a firm, strong grasp.

"Hey, Mark. How are you?" Terry asked.

"Fine." I answered, brushing past him to get a suitcase. I didn't like him, and wouldn't give him a chance. He'd be gone by the time Mom left anyway.

"Terry is new to the area, and was just hired on at the Police Department." My mother said, continuing the introduction.

I was surprised to hear that. He didn't look old enough to be a cop, and the thought sent a mild alarm through my mind. Still, I thought, he won't be telling me what to do. I didn't care who he was.

"That's nice." I said. "Just what we need, another cop."

"Hey! Don't be rude already, Mark!" My mother said, offended. "Can't you at least give it another week before you start in?"

"Whatever." I said, as I walked back up the walk with a suitcase.

Mom turned to Terry. "I'm sorry," she said. "He has been through alot, and I'm never around."

"Don't worry about it. He'll come around when he gets to know me better." Terry said, consoling her.

"I don't know. He is very defensive. He has never gotten along with any of the guys I've dated. I know it's my fault for not being here, and not having him supervised, but I have no choice."

Terry kisses her to show her it's all right, and then they head into the house.

Later that night, I came out of my room to go meet Justin for a night of drinking and partying. As I walked through the kitchen, I noticed that Mom had made dinner. She always did that when she came home. I guess she was trying to do the right motherly things when she was home, but I didn't have time to eat.

"Hey, where are you going?" She asked as I walked past the table that had already been set for three.

"Out." I answered, heading for the door.

"Wait, I made us dinner. You have to eat first." She said.

"I'll eat later. I have to go now." I said as I put on my jacket.

"It's my first night home, and I really want us to sit down together. I want to get caught up."

"Well just because you're home, doesn't mean that my life can just go on hold. I have things to do." I answered.

Just then Terry came into the room. "Here we go," I thought. "now he's going to stick his face in where it doesn't belong." But he didn't. He just stood there, watching the exchange between me and my mother.

"Ok, Mark. I'm not asking you anymore, I'm telling you. You can go out after we eat." My mother said, sternly.

"What do you think, mom?" I asked. "You think that you can just come home for three days, after being gone for two, three weeks at a time, and then tell me what to do? I don't have to do anything you say."

"Yes you do. I am still your mother."

"Yeah? Big deal." I said, and with that I went out the door.

My mother shook her head. "He's getting worse. I don't know what I'm going to do. It's getting to the point where I may have to quit the ship, and find a job around here."

Terry came up behind her and held her. "He's a teenage boy. I was his age not that long ago, and I know what he's thinking. He feels like you have no right to tell him what to, because he's become adjusted to doing what he wants. The more that someone tries to tell him what to do, the more he's going to buck it."

"Yeah, so what do I do?" Mom asked. "He's on the verge of failing the 10th grade. I spoke to the principal today, and he's skipped two weeks this month alone."

"Well, I realize that it's not my place, but do you want me to try and talk to him?"

"No. That would be a huge mistake, trust me. He will never let you tell him what to do. He will become angry and yell, and he'll end up hating me for it. Not that he doesn't hate me already."

"I think that I could get through to him. They train us in the academy to talk to angry kids." Terry persisted.

"Thanks anyway, but I'd rather just leave him alone for now."

"All right."

My mother, and Terry were still awake in their room when I finally came home at three the next morning.

"There, he's home. Will you relax now?" Terry asked. He was laying on his stomache beside my mother, wearing only a pair of white briefs.

"Yes. I'm just glad he's back."

"I bet you anything that he was down to the quarries. Everyone at the station knows that they party out there, and it's getting close to summer, so you can bet they were there." Terry explained.

"If the cops know that kids are out there drinking and smoking pot, why don't they bust it up?" my mother asked, rolling over to face him.

"Because this way, we know where they are. They aren't hurting, or disturbing anyone. Sometimes we will wait down the road, and pull them over to make sure no one is driving drunk, but kids are going to drink no matter what. It's better to know where they're doing it, than trying to find their new place."

"I don't know. I hope he's not drinking too. His father used to do that, and it made him into someone else."

"What happened to his father?" Terry asked.

"I don't know. He left us years ago."

"I can't beleive how much your lives remind me of my own. When I was his age, I was living in the same situation. My mother was trying to raise me with no father around, and just like him, I was wild and in trouble."

"So what happened? What turned you around?"

"She got a new boyfriend who helped me. He didn't give up on me, and turned me around. I needed a "fatherly older brother" type at that time, and he filled in. That's why I think you should let me talk to him."

"Why, what would you say to him?"

"I'd just talk to him, you know, guy talk." Terry said, smiling.

My mother smiled back. "Oh really? What's guy talk?"

"That would be between me and him. You wouldn't understand."

"No way. I don't think so." My mom said smiling.

"What? Why not? What's it going to hurt?" Terry asked.

"Because I know how guys are. They get all macho and tough and _s_h_i_t_. You're going to go in there, and you're both going to buck heads, and then neither one of you will want to back down, because of the whole male ego thing. And then you'll end up in some physical brawl or something." My mom said, laughing.

Terry smiled, and playfully climbed on top her, pinning her arms down. "Oh, really? Is that what you think will happen?"

"Yeah, I do. I know it will happen."

"And what would be so bad with a physical confrontation?" Terry asked.

"What do you mean so bad? You are a lot bigger than him. I don't want you to kick my sons ass. Isn't that illegal anyway?"

"Yes, kicking his ass would be, but that's not what I meant. I meant beating his ass." Terry explained, smiling.

"What? You want to spank him?" My mother asked, shocked.

"I don't want to spank him, but if I have to, I will, yeah."

"No way! You can't do that to him!" My mom exclaimed.

"Why not? He's a 15 year old boy, heading down the wrong path. He needs his ass beat to set him straight again."

"What is it with cops and authority, anyway. You think that the only way to get through to him, is to spank him? What would that solve? I have never raised a hand to him."

"Yeah, and look at him." Terry said. "Besides, you don't have to raise a hand to him. I'll do it, so he'll only be angry at me. Besides, after a few times, he'll smarten up, and respect me."

"Bull_s_h_i_t_ he will!" My mom said, laughing. "You don't know him at all! He'll be a thousand times more pissed off."

"I'll make a deal with you. When you go back on the ship, I'll stay here. If he's not a brand new kid by the time you come back, then I will give up, and you can discipline him you're own way. You're going to be gone for four weeks this time, and I promise you that he will be going to school everyday, his grades will be on the rise, he will be in this house at a decent hour every night, and best of all, he will respect you again."

My mom looked up at Terry with doubt. "Just how bad are you planning on spanking him, anyway?"

Terry smiled. "Don't worry about that, it's between me and him. Besides, I may not even need to spank him. Hopefully, with a good guy to guy talk, he'll come around."

"Trust me. That will not happen." She said, pausing.

"So...what do you say?" Terry asked.

"I don't know. He's my baby. I don't want him hurt." My mom said, unsure.

"He's a 15 year old boy. Beleive me, he can take it. Besides, I'm a cop. I know how far I can and can't go. He's going to be ok."

"What are you going to do to him, exactly?" My mother asked, still unsure.

"What am I going to do to him, you ask?" Terry said, playfully. "Why, I'm going to do this!" He jumps up, and sits on the edge of the bed. He grabs my mother's wrist, and pulls her over his knee. My mother starts laughing so hard, she can't fight back to stop him. He pins her down, over his knee, and pulls her underwear down, exposing her bare ass.

"No! Stop!" My mother cries out, still laughing. Even though she begs him to stop, she hopes that he won't.

Terry brings his hand up, and softly swats her ass a few times. "I'm going to do exactly this to him, except it'll be much harder, and much longer."

"I don't want it to be any harder than this." My mom says, knowing full well that it will be.

"It has to, babe. But why don't you not worry about about that. You just know that you'll have a new kid when you get back." Terry said, lifting her back up, and on the bed.

"All right. What the hell? Maybe it will work." She said, giving in.

"It will. I promise." Terry said, begining to kiss her all over.

The day that my mom left, she called me into her room to talk.

"Why is he going to be staying here?" I asked angrily. "He has his own place, doesn't he? I mean cops do get paid, don't they?"

"Yes, Mark. Cops do get paid, but it's cheaper for him to stay here while he looks for a place. The hotel he's been staying in costs a lot of money. Besides, I think it will do you good to have someone around while I'm gone."

"How so?" I asked, challenging her. "He's not going to be telling me what to do. I'm never even going to see him."

"Well, that's up to you. I won't be here to control you." She said, as she finished her packing.

"That's right. And he will regret it if he tries to too. I don't care if he's a cop or not!"

"Fine. Just stay out of eachothers way then." She said, knowing full well what her son was in for.

"Fine. We will." I said as I left her room, slamming the door behind me.

I watched angrily through my bedroom window as Terry kissed my mother goodbye. He was wearing a new pair of faded Levi jeans, a white t-shirt, tucked in, and a backwards baseball cap. I was feeling a little intimadated about ever having to face him in a fight. He was clearly bigger than me, and could win if he really wanted to. Still, I vowed that he would not tell me what to do. I watched as my mother pulled away, and Terry headed back into the house. His car was parked in the driveway, and I thought it was pretty cool. It was a bright yellow Mustang GT convertible.

I sat down on the floor against my bed, and turned on my Nintendo. I hadn't been playing long, when Terry knocked on my door.

"Great," I thought. "What the _f_u_c_k_ does he want?" I decided to ignore him.

Instead of knocking this time, he opened the door. I was immediatly mad at this.

"What the _f_u_c_k_!" I yelled angrily. "Get the hell out of my room!"

"I'm going to order a pizza. You want some?" Terry asked.

"No, I don't want any _f_u_c_k_ing pizza. Now leave." I said, dismissing him. I went back to playing my Mario game.

Terry stood there, shaking his head. I could see him from the corner of my eye, and was surprised to see that instead of leaving, he came and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Look, I think that we should talk." Terry began. "I want to know what you are so angry at me for. I haven't done anything to you."

"You won't leave my room. That's reason enough for me." I said, still playing the game.

"Is that any reason for you to talk to me like that? Do you know what that sounds like coming from a 15 year old kid?"

"Do you know that I don't give a _s_h_i_t_?" I asked. "My mother said that you were going to be here, but that you would avoid me, and I was to avoid you. You're not doing a very good job of that right now, are you?"

"Look, you and I are going to sit down and get some things straight. So why don't you turn off your game, so we can talk." Terry said, staring down at me.

I smiled. "I don't have anything to say to you. So get out of my room, now!"

"Either turn off the game, or I'll turn it off for you." Terry said, strenly.

"Oh, really? Why don't you try it?" I said, challenging him.

Terry immediatly reached down, and turned off the power. I was so angry and surprised by it, that I swung the controller that was still in my hand, smashing him on the side of the head.

"That's it." Terry said, grabbing for me. He grabbed my left arm by the wrist, and pulled me to my feet. I began to struggle, trying to twist my wrist free. Terry sat back down on the edge of my bed, and jerked me toward him. I pictured myself going over his knee, but then I realized there was no way that he would dare do that, until he did.

He spread his legs wide enough to support me, and then pulled me down. I could not beleive what was happening. I had never been spanked before, and couldn't beleive that it was happening now. Once I was over his knees, he brought his left arm down, and locked it against my side. In this position, my left arm was on the edge of my bed, and my right arm had no way of reaching around to cover my ass. Between Terry's left arm holding me in place, and the rock that was his knees and stomach, I was basically locked in place, in a human vise.

"Now," Terry said. "We are going to get some things straight."

"_f_u_c_k_ you!" I yelled angrily, trying to twist my way free. "Let me go!"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

He landed three hard swats to the seat of my jeans. The pain wasn't too bad, but I was shocked, and even more angry now. Who did this guy think he was? Just because he was older, and stronger than me meant that he could just spank me? Did he think that just because he was some rookie cop that he had that right?

"Cut it out!" I yelled, kicking and thrusting to get free. As I tried to get free, I could feel the musles in his arm, and stomach tighten up, keeping me in place.

"As I said. We are going to get some things straight." Terry began again. "Now we can talk the easy way, where my mouth does the talking, and your ears do the listening. Or, we can talk the hard way, where my hand does the talking, and your butt does the listening. Either way, you've got some major changes coming."

I still couldn't beleive this was happening. The thought of it made me angrier by the second. "Let me go, asshole!" I yelled.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Four more hard swats landed squarely across my ass. I involuntarily gripped my bedspread with my left hand, and tried to reach my right arm around to sheild my ass, but to no avail. My right arm was useless.

"The first thing that we are going to discuss is you're complete lack of respect for me, your mother, your teachers, and any other adult." Terry said. "You need to show your mother the respect that all mother's deserve, and you will show me respect, not only because I'm an officer of the law, but because I am an adult, and deserve that respect."

I heard what he said, and it pissed me off. I did not respect him, because he was clearly an asshole, and I never would.

"From now on, when you are talking to me, you will end each statement with "sir." Terry continued.

There was no way that I was going to call him, sir. "Go to Hell, asshole!" I yelled in defiance. I again tried to get away. I kicked and shoved, and twisted, but could not budge. Again I felt him tighten up, holding me in place. I finally stopped struggling, knowing it was futile.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

This time I really felt it. His hand came down even harder, covering my ass with the thunderous swats. I again gripped the bedspread, trying to quelch the pain.

"Cut it out!" I yelled. "It _f_u_c_k_ing hurts!"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

I couldn't beleive how hard he was now wailing on my ass. I cried out with pain, and again began to struggle, twist, turn, jump, and kick, but I could not get away. My right arm again tried to reach around to block the swats, but was only being blocked my Terry's left arm.

"My mother is going to be pissed when she finds out about this!" I yelled. "She will kick you out of here faster than _s_h_i_t_!"

"Really?" Terry asked, amused. "Now who do you think gave me permission to do this?"

I was surprised by this. I never thought that my mother would allow anybody to spank me. "She would never say that you could do this."

"Well surprise, surprise, kid." Terry said. "When I explained to her how badly you needed this, she finally agreed to it. Besides, the only reason that you are getting spanked right now, is by your own choice. You want me to stop, then watch your mouth, and show me some respect, and maybe I will."

I thought about telling him to _f_u_c_k_ off, but knew it would only get me more swats. Realizing that he was begining to gain some control over me, pissed me off again, and so I said it, not wanting to let him win.

"_f_u_c_k_ you!" I screamed.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Halfway through this round of swats, I regretted saying it. My ass was now really begining to hurt. The protection that my jeans were providing, was starting to wear off. I was at least glad that I had jeans on.

"Ok! Ok!" I yelled, trying to get him to stop. "I'm sorry! I'll show you respect! Please! Stop!"

Terry stopped spanking, and said, "Stop what?"

I didn't understand what he was asking. "Stop spanking me." I answered.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"What?!" I yelled. "What do you want me to say?"

"Stop spanking me, sir." Terry answered.

I had fogrotten to say, sir. "Stop spanking me, sir." I said.

"Now that sounds a lot better. See, it's not so hard, is it?" Terry asked.

"No." I answered, reluctantly giving in.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

He landed more thunderous swats to my ass. I immediatly realized why. "No, sir!" I called out. "It wasn't so hard, sir!"

"Good. Now, we also have a big problem regarding your curfew. This coming in at anytime you want, all hours of the night, is going to stop." Terry said. "Fifteen yeard old kids, who have school in the morning, need to be in at a decent hour."

I was not going to like this. No way was I going to let this guy set rules and boundaries for me. As far as I was concerned, that was my mother's job, not his.

"My mother doesn't give me a curfew." I began.

"That's because she isn't here." Terry said, matter of factly. "You will be in this house on school nights by 9:00PM, and on weekends by 10:00PM. Don't think that just because I work nights that I won't be able to check on you, because I will."

"Look. I don't know what right you have to come in here and try to tell me what to do." I stupidly said. "I have been able to do whatver I want for years now, and you are not my father, and have no right to try to control me."

"I thought that I was starting to get through to you, but I guess not." Terry said.

He suddenly unlocked his arm from the vise grip. I started to get up, but he pushed me back down. He reached down, and grabbed my right arm with his left hand. With his right hand, he grabbed my right leg, and then he bounced his legs, swinging me around, and onto my back. I was now on my back, looking up at him. I tried to sit up, and he quickly leaned down on my stomach with his left arm, holding me in place. Before I knew what was happening, he began to unbuckle my leather jean belt.

"No!" I cried out. "Stop it! You can't do this!" I tried to struggle, and pull myself away from his grasp, but I couldn't get up.

Without a word, he finished undoing my belt, and then undid my jeans. He yakned them down as far as he could, and then quickly turned me back over on my stomach. Once I was again locked into place, he grabbed the waistband of my jeans, and pulled them down over my brief covered ass, where they gathered at my knees. Now that my shirt was no longer tucked into my jeans, he pulled it up to my shoulders. The cool spring air wifted in from the open window, and cooled my exposed legs, and back.

I was much more alarmed now. The only protection that my butt had, was the thin cotton of my white briefs. I knew that any swats now would hurt a lot more, so I quickly tried to avoid it.

"Ok! I'll be in at curfew! I promise..." I only got that far.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

As Terry was pummeling my ass, he began to lecture me.

"You will..WHAM! WHAM!.. get it through..WHAM! WHAM!..you're head..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!..that you are going..WHAM! WHAM!..to do what you are told..WHAM! WHAM!"

"OK! OK! Sir!" I began to beg. "I will do what you say! I will! Please stop! Please, sir!"

I struggled with all my might to get away. I bucked, kicked, shoved, pushed, and pulled. I pulled the bedspread out from the corners of my bed, and squeezed it hard. The pain was intense. His hand was covering my ass all over. The swats landed squarley on the middle of my ass, and then worked their way all over both of my brief covered cheeks. I had never felt a pain like this before. My ass felt as if it were on fire, and at that moment I would have done anything for it to stop.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Terry seemed to have no intentions of stopping. I turned my head to the left, and had a clear view of his back. His shirt was tucked into his jeans, and I knew that his own butt was right there, as he sat on it so non-chalantly. I wished that I were the one that was bigger, so I could blister his ass, like he was blistering mine. As I craned my neck around further, I saw his hand rise into the air, and disappear as it nailed my ass. It again rose into the air, and disappeared, nailing my ass.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

I tunrned my head back around, and looked down at the floor, two feet below me. From this postion, I noticed my barbell, that I did curls with every so often, halfway under my bed. Maybe if I did them more often, I would be able to do this to him someday, but I knew that would never happen.

"Please Terry, sir! Stop! It hurts! It hurts! I will be in when you say! I promise! Please, stop! Stop!" I cried out, as tears began to fill up in my eyes. I immediatly wiped the tears away, not wanting him to see me crying. I had accepted that he was blistering my ass, but I could not accept him seeing me cry. He had already broken me more than anyone ever had, so to see me crying would be too much.

He finally stopped that round of swats, and I released my grip on my bedspread with relief.

"So, you now agree to your new curfew, huh?" Terry asked.

"Yes, sir!" I quickly answered. "I agree to it, sir!"

Terry smirked as he looked down at my ass. He began to think of memories of when he was my age, and when his mother's new boyfriend had done this to him. His mother's boyfriend, Tim, had also broken him, and showed him the correct path to follow. He remembered how mad he had been after his first ass beating, but as time went by, and he began to do better in school, he realized that he was glad that he had gotten his ass beat. Sometimes it took an older guy to set a younger one straight, and he respected Tim more than ever for doing that for him. Terry hoped that I would also one day respect him for trying to set me straight.

"You're curfew is non negoitiable, and no excuses for being late will be tolerated. If you are five minutes late, then you will spend five minutes over my knee. If you are two hours late, then you will spend two hours over my knee. We understand eachother?" Terry asked.

"Yes, sir!" I answered, wiping more tears from my eyes. I couldn't imagine ever going over his knee again, so I vowed that being late was never going to happen.

"Good. Now, we have the matter of school to discuss." Terry said, begining a new subject. I wondered when this was ever going to end.

"Your mother tells me that you are skipping school, and failing tenth grade. What are you skipping school for?" Terry asked.

"I don't know. No reason, I guess." I answered, trying to not to let my voice quiver. Even though he wasn't currently spanking me, my ass was still on fire.

"Well, as you may have already guessed, you will not be skipping school anymore." Terry said. "Going to school is the law, and you will not break the law around me. You will also be bringing your grades up. Your mother tells me that you are capable of A's and B's because you've gotten them before. Therefore, you will not bring home anything less than a B."

"What? Sir, there is no way that I can get all B's." I tried to reason. "School is hard, and I'm not that good at it."

"It's hard because you don't try, but I will help you, and so will your mother when she is home."

"Come on, sir. Please." I begged. "I can't do that good."

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Terry again began to assault my brief covered ass. I again gripped the bedspread in a death grip, and began to squirm around, trying to break free of his vise like grip.

"You will"..WHAM! WHAM!.."at least put some"..WHAM! WHAM!.."effort into it!" Terry said as he covered my ass in fresh swats. "You cannot get"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM.."anywhere in life if you"..WHAM! WHAM!.."won't at least try!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Fresh tears began to well up in my eyes from the pain. I knew that I was not going to be able to sit down for a long time. Even though I Knew that I could not struggle my way free, I tried anyway. I tried to twist my butt to the side, but he only followed it. I bucked, kicked, bounced, and pulled, and then began to beg again.

"Please, Terry! Stop, sir!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."Please! Please!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."I will try, sir!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."OOUUHH!! Owww, please!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."I promise! I promise, sir!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."AAAHHHH!!! It hurts!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!"

Tears were now running down my face, unstopable. As strange as it was, and with the situation that I was in, I began to grow angry again. I couldn't beleive that this guy, that I didn't even know, was literally blistering my ass. The anger began to well up, and I figured, what the Hell? My ass was already becoming numb to the pain anyway.

"Cut it out you mother_f_u_c_k_ing, asshole pig!" I yelled. "I've had enough! I get the point!"

Terry stopped the swats, and I wondered what was going to happen now. He suddenly grabbed the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down, over my ass.

"No! No!" I screamed. "You can't do this! You have no right to do this! Not on my bare ass! No!" I yelled, struggling to try to pull my briefs back up, but I couldn't reach around.

"Don't worry, Mark." Terry said. "I've seen a guys bare ass before. I've got one too, you know."

"I don't care! Cut the _s_h_i_t_, man!" I yelled. "You can't do this!"

Terry only ignored me, and then I felt my belt slipping out of the belt loops of my jeans. I was now very scared, and sorry for what I said. I put both my hands on his leg, and pushed with all my might, but his arm kept me down.

"Stop, sir! Please, don't use that belt on my bare ass! I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!" I begged, struggling, twisting, and turning.

Before the belt began to blister my ass, I felt a cool breeze rush in through the window, and it felt good against my hairless, bare, ass. The breeze carried in the sweet smell of spring, and freshly mowed lawns. I heard Mr. Bennet's dog barking in the distance, and I wished more than anything, that I could be out there. Any place but here.

Terry wrapped the belt around his hand, so that a strip of belt the width of my ass remained. He didn't really want to do it, but he knew that I needed it.

"If I don't get tough with this kid, whose going to?" Terry asked himself. He looked down at my bare ass, and watched as I struggled to get away. "I feel bad for him, but hopefully, in the long run, he'll come around."

Terry raised his hand high into the air, and brought the belt down, squarely across my ass.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK!

I hadn't known true pain until that moment. My ass was screaming out in red hot pain. No matter how I twisted and turned, the belt hit home every time. Tears began to stream down my face, and I didn't care if Terry knew. There was no way that I could cover up that I was crying now anyway. I screamed out in pain.

"Stop!!"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!.."Please, Terry! Stop!"..SNAP! CRACK!.."You win, sir! You win! I'll do whatver you say! Please!"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK!.."Ooowww, ouch! I hurts so bad! Please, stop! Sir! Owww! Ouchhh! No!..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!..I can't take it anymore, sir! Please! Please! Stop!"

"I'm sorry that I"..CRACK! CRACK!.."have had to do this!"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!.."Maybe next time"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!.."when I only want to talk"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP!.."you will be more willing!"

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Oowww! I'll talk! I'll talk! Please, stop!"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!

"You are grounded for the rest of the day!"..CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!.."You will stay in here and think about evertything that we have gone over"..CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! CRACK!.."and we will talk about it more tomorrow!"

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Terry finally let me up, and my ass hurt so bad, that I didn't even dare to touch it. After he stood up, I collapsed onto my bed, and cried into my pillow, ashamed and defeated.

"I don't want to hear any sounds coming from this room for the rest of the day!" Terry exclaimed. "No TV, no Nintendo, no computer, no nothing! Got it?"

"Yes, sir." I weeped.

Terry left my room, shutting the door behind him. I layed there, trying to stop crying, not beleiving how bad my ass hurt. I finally stood up, and slipped the rest of the way out of my jeans. I carefully pulled my briefs back up, and cried out when they touched my sore ass. I layed back down on my stomach, and thought about all that had just transpired. None of Mom's other boyfriends had ever done this, or even tried, but they had also not been cops. I knew that things were going to be different while Terry was around, and that I had better do everything that he said, or else go through that again. I had to swallow my pride, and face it that he was stronger than me, and because of that, he would always have that control.

For the next few days, things went pretty good between Terry and I. He layed out the rules, and I followed them. Justin was sort of mad that I couldn't do anything anymore, but he knew what a spanking was like, after getting his own butt beat by his uncle. Still, as the days went by, and my ass began to cool, some of the fear of the spanking faded. One night, as I was lying in bed almost asleep, Justin showed up at my bedroom window with two girls that he had met, and a case of beer. Had Terry put enough fear in me to make me stay home? Or was I still just a 15 year old boy, with a lot more to learn?

I looked at Justin and said....TO BE CONTINUED.


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