Bobby and his mother had only lived in the house on Maple street for about fifteen months. They had moved in shortly after his parents divorce because it was close to the school he'd been going to so he wouldn't have to change schools. The divorce had been hard on Bobby and his mother didn't want him to have to make a change in schools as well. At sixteen, Bobby really wanted to stay in the school where all his friends were. He had always been very shy and the prospect of having to switch schools and make new friends was almost overwhelming for the boy. Over time Bobby adjusted fairly well to the divorce and the new house.
Bobby was very shy and stayed pretty much to himself. His mother, on the other hand was very outgoing and was able to get to know people easily. Shortly after they moved into the house She met the man who lived next door and introduced him to Bobby. He seemed friendly enough and always waved to Bobby when he saw him. But, Bobby didn't pay to much attention to the man until after what he saw the man do to that boy.
One Saturday morning Bobby was cleaning his bedroom when he heard this commotion outside. He walked to the window to see what was going on, just in time to see the next door neighbor, Mr. Welch, yank this boy's pants down and drag the him across his knee. Bobby couldn't hear what Mr. Welch was saying to the boy or see his face. However, he did have a perfect view of the boys bare bottom. He stood mesmerized by the sight as Mr. Welch began to deliver a series of very hard slaps to the boys unprotected backside. Bobby stared at the boy's bottom as it turned a brighter shade of red each time Mr. Welch's hand contacted with the sensitive skin. The boy's legs began to jerk spasmodically and Bobby could hear the him begging the man to stop and promising to behave. The spanking ended as suddenly as it began. Mr. Welch held the boy in position across his knees for a short time before letting him up. Bobby could see Mr. Welch saying something to the boy, then he pulled him closer and hugged him for what seemed to be a very long time.
Bobby just stood there taking it all in. Watching the boy receive a spanking had been very exciting and Bobby had developed a very hard erection. After that, Bobby would lay in bed at night thinking about the spanking, wondering what it would feel like. He even envisioned what it would be like to be spanked by the man. He played the scene over and over in his mind as he imagined it happening in different places or for different reasons. For hours, he would lay there, _c_o_c_k_ in hand, fantasizing about being spanked. It wouldn't end until he shot his young seed up onto his chest.
At first, Bobby was confused about the way he felt. He recognized that he wanted something _s_e_x_ual from the man. Although in his inexperience he didn't know what that was, and it frightened him. He knew what the boys at school said about boys having _s_e_x_ with each other and he wasn't really sure what to think about his fantasies. His confusion over the _s_e_x_ual element of his fantasies and the fear every boy has about being spanked kept him from actually trying to experience it for real.
One Saturday, Bobby was outside sitting on his front porch and noticed Mr. Welch pulling into his drive way. Without looking too obvious, Bobby watched the man get out of his car and go into the house. A few moments later, he appeared at the fence and called to Bobby. "Hey, Bob," he said, just loud enough to get the boy's attention. "Come here a minute, I want to talk to you about something," he said, motioning with his hand. Bobby just sat there surprised, looking at him. He'd never talked to Bobby before and the boy's heart instantly jumped to his throat.
"Come here," he urged, motioning once more for the boy to come to him.. "I won't bite."
Bobby slowly stood up and walked towards the fence, stopping several feet away from the man. He must have sensed the boy's apprehension because he said, "I'm not going to hurt you or anything." He smiled slightly and then said, "I just want to talk with you about mowing my lawn this summer."
"Mowing your lawn?" The boy questioned, finally regaining his composure.
"I've seen you mow your yard and was wondering if you would be interested in mowing mine once a week too." He asked, a big smile spreading across his face. "I'd pay you ten dollars a week if you're interested."
The boy's mind raced. Here was the object of his secret inner fantasies offering him a job. Mowing the lawn would certainly give the boy a chance to get to know the man better and fuel his secret thoughts. On the other hand, he thought, what if his secret came out and the man figured out what he dreamed of when he was alone at night. That would be very embarrassing. And of course, Bobby was still a little afraid of the man after what he did to that other boy. "What if he tried to do that to me?" He thought, instantly feeling a familiar stirring in his crotch.
"Well?" The man asked, bringing Bobby back from his thoughts. "Are you interested?"
"Yeah, sure," Bobby answered.
"Great!" The man said. "Come on over and I'll show you where the lawn mower is and what I want you to do."
The man turned and walked back towards his house. Bobby just stood there, he hoped the man hadn't noticed the growing bulge in his pants. Quickly, he jammed his hands into his front pockets in an attempt to hide his obvious excitement and followed the man's lead.
After he had shown Bobby where everything was and what he wanted him to do, they agreed that he would start the following Saturday. Afterwards, the boy hurried back to his own house. He needed privacy. He needed to deal with his excitement and he needed to do it now! Moments later, behind a closed bathroom door, he came in violent spasms. Twenty minutes later, in his bedroom, he shot a second load all over the front of his faded T-shirt. Later that night he would shoot twice more fantasizing about his conversation with the man and the possibilities next Saturday might bring.
The week went by slowly. The only thing out of the ordinary was the little sore that had developed on Bobby's _c_o_c_k_. Saturday finally came, though, and Bobby was filled with excitement about the prospect of being around the man for the first time. At the arranged time Bobby walked next door and rang the doorbell.
The two exchanged pleasantries and Mr. Welch handed Bobby a crisp ten dollar bill. "I've got to go into town on business," he explained. "You know where everything is and what needs to be done. I probably won't be home when you get done and I wanted to pay you before I left. I'll see you next Saturday, OK?"
"Oh, thanks," Bobby said, taking the bill. "I'll be here." Stuffing the money into his pocket, Bobby made his way to the garage and proceeded to do the work as the man had instructed.
Over the next several months Bobby got to know the man fairly well and learned that he had never been married. Although, he had taken care of his sisters two boys, for a number of years, while she had struggled with some illness. He assumed that the boy he saw Mr. Welch spank was his nephew. Bobby already knew that the man firmly believed in corporal punishment as a means of controlling a boys behavior. One weekend, Bobby noticed that there was a small oval shaped paddle hanging from a nail in the garage. The boy assumed it was what he used to "spank" his nephews.
That paddle fascinated Bobby. Every time he walked into the garage he stared at it. He even got real close to it one time and examined it. But, he wouldn't touch it. He got this knot in the pit of his stomach each time he reached out to feel the smooth wood and just couldn't bring himself to actually touch it. Of course, he imagined the feel of it and had become very familiar with it in his dreams. Still, he couldn't bring himself to take it down and look at it.
Bobby paid a little more attention to his next door neighbor since he was working for him and noticed that he only had male visitors. They would come, stay for a short time, and then leave. Some of them looked a little disheveled when they left and several even looked as if they had been crying. Needless to say, these observations only fueled the boy's already over active imagination and he was certain there was a lot more going on than Mr. Welch would have anyone believe.
One Saturday, after Bobby had finished the lawn work, he noticed that one of Mr. Welch's visitors had parked in front of the house. Intently, he watched as the man got out of the car and Bobby realized that it was a guy who worked at the convenience store on main street. His name was Steven, and Bobby knew him from school. Steven was actually two years older than Bobby and ahead of him in school, but Bobby had gotten to know him because they were both in the computer club.
Wanting to see what was going on without being seen himself, Bobby headed for his Mom's bedroom window. She would be gone for several hours and the view from her window would allow him to see most of Mr. Welch's house. Peeking through the curtains, Bobby saw Steven knock on Mr. Welch's front door and then step into the house. Bobby was almost ready to give up the watch when Mr. Welch and Steven walked out of the back door and headed for the garage. Bobby couldn't see what was happening inside the garage, but he was determined to see the two of them come out of the building, and stood watching for nearly forty-five minutes.
Suddenly, the garage door opened and Steven walked out. Mr. Welch followed him to the gate. They shook hands and Steven turned and headed for his car. Whatever had happened was over and Steven was leaving. Just as Steven turned, Mr. Welch gave him several little pats on his back end and the boy's face instantly turned a deep shade of red. Bobby got so excited seeing Mr. Welch pat the older boy's slender bottom that he almost came in his pants. "So," he thought. "Something was going on after all."
Steven paused for a brief moment and Bobby saw for the first time that the blonde's eyes were definitely red. It really looked as if the boy had been crying. All of a sudden it hit him. "I'll bet he spanked him!" Bobby said to himself. "He probably used that paddle hanging in the garage to do it with too!"
Bobby's mind reeled with the recognition of what Mr. Welch had been doing to all those visitors. He was astounded. Bobby had fantasized about being draped over the mans knees getting a spanking, but, that was fantasy. He never dreamed that Mr. Welch was actually giving spankings to all those other guys. At that moment, Bobby decided to someday make his dream come true and he started to devise a plan.
The following week end, Bobby headed next door to mow Mr. Welch's lawn. Today though, he also intended to put his plan into action. Once in the garage, he looked around and found the perfect spot to lay his walkman radio. Bobby never used the radio because it hurt his ears, but today he wanted to find a place to stash it that wouldn't be too obvious. He left the radio on the window sill just above the lawn tools and finished his work. After he was done, he checked the radio one last time to make sure it was still there and headed for home.
Bobby's mother was home, which made her bedroom window off limits. So he decided to just sit on the front porch and pretend to read a book. This vantage point gave him an excellent view of the front street. If Steven made another visit, Bobby would be able to see him arrive and then implement phase one of his plan. Bobby didn't have long to wait either. Right at one o'clock, Steven's old green car rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of Mr. Welch's house. Steven got out of the car and slowly made his way up to the house and disappeared inside. Bobby's plan was now ready to be sprung and he waited for just the right moment.
Looking at his watch, he saw that exactly twenty minutes had elapsed since Steven went inside the house. He imagined that Steven was now over Mr. Welch's lap feeling the business end of that paddle, and it was now time to for him to act. His _c_o_c_k_ had been hard from the instant Steven's car appeared around the corner and as he got up from the front porch he tried to conceal the unsightly bulge it was making. Slowly, he walked to Mr. Welch's house and made his way down the drive way toward the garage.
Reaching the garage, Bobby paused for a moment and listened. If Mr. Welch was using that paddle on Steven he should be able to hear it through the over-head door. At first, Bobby couldn't hear anything. Then all of a sudden, he heard Steven's pained voice begging Mr. Welch to "stop," and promising that he would "be good."
Bobby almost fainted in the excitement of knowing that Mr. Welch was spanking Steven on the other side of that door. Taking a deep breath, Bobby walked quickly to the small side-door and pushed it open. There was Mr. Welch, sitting on a chair in the middle of the garage, with paddle in hand. Steven was unceremoniously draped across his lap with his pants down around his knees, being spanked.
Mr. Welch suddenly turned his head and saw that Bobby was standing in the door way. "What are you doing here?" He demanded. Steven scurried to get off the man's lap and struggled with his Levi's. "Well?" He repeated, a little louder, looking right at Bobby. All of a sudden, Bobby wasn't so certain that this had been a good idea. Being confronted by Mr. Welch, especially when he was already holding that paddle, was a lot scarier than Bobby had imagined.
"Ah...I...uh..." Bobby stammered, surprised by the man's reaction.
"Out with it, boy!" He demanded. "What are you doing here?"
"I...uh...I forgot my radio," Bobby finally managed to get out, pointing at the walkman on the window ledge.
"Well, get it and get out!" The man ordered.
Bobby jumped into action and practically ran to get his radio. He only glanced in Steven's direction long enough to see the boy's embarrassed look. Grabbing the radio, he turned and sped toward the open door.
"Just a minute!" Mr. Welch said. Bobby stopped cold in his tracks without looking back at the man. "I want you back here at four o'clock," he said. "We have something to talk about."
Bobby just shook his head and mumbled a faint, "Yes sir."
"Don't keep me waiting either," he added. "Now, get out!"
Bobby practically ran out of the garage. He was really scared. Mr. Welch was mad. Madder than he'd ever seen him before. Now his plan seemed like a very bad idea. He didn't even wait to see Steven leave. He just made a bee line for the safety of his bedroom. Sitting on his bed and watching the clock didn't ease his apprehension any either. It probably made it worse. One thing was for certain, though, he wasn't the least bit excited about seeing Steven get a spanking. He could have been, but the tone in Mr. Welch's voice managed to drain all the excitement out of him. He was certainly not looking forward to going back over there at four o'clock.
The two hours until four o'clock went slowly. As the appointed hour approached, Bobby felt an uneasiness start in the pit of his stomach. With each minute it seemed to grow. By four o'clock he was very nervous and this feeling of dread had overtaken him. He was certain that this was not going to be a very good experience. For a few moments he even considered not going to the mans home. But, something deep inside told him that he needed to follow through with his plan.
At four o'clock he knocked on Mr. Welch's door. When it opened, Mr. Welch just stood there glaring at him. After a very uncomfortable moment, Bobby cleared his throat and said, "You said you wanted to talk to me at four o'clock." Mr. Welch took a step back without saying anything and motioned for the boy to come into the house. Bobby slowly stepped past the man and heard the door close behind him. Instantly the feeling in his stomach got worse.
Mr. Welch told Bobby to go into the living room and have a seat. Bobby moved quickly and sat at the far edge of the couch. The man walked silently to a chair opposite the old couch and sat down quietly. Bobby avoided looking into the mans face and waited for him to say something.
"It seems as if we have a problem," he began, the tone of his voice seemed more confused than angry. "I don't know what's going on with you, but we need to figure it out because I will not tolerate your behavior any longer." "Would you like to explain what you were doing here today?"
"Honest, Mr. Welch, I just forgot my radio when I mowed the lawn today," Bobby managed to say, his mouth was so dry that his voice cracked with the words. "I'm sorry I walked in on you and that boy." He added quickly, "I really didn't mean to do anything."
"Let's get a few things clear right now," he said sternly. "I will not accept being lied to"
Bobby tried to interrupt and convince the man that he wasn't lying but Mr. Welch motioned for him to be quiet, and continued. "Secondly, that boy was my nephew Steven, and you walked in on his punishment for getting a ticket." Mr. Welch just looked at Bobby blankly as he continued. "Other than you causing him some embarrassment by walking in on us, no harm was caused by your lack of manners." "Now, what I don't understand, is why you barged into the garage." "You had to know Steven was being spanked."
"I didn't hear anything Mr. Welch," he blurted out. "Honest I didn't." Bobby noted a faint smile slowly begin to grow on the mans face. He realized that he had just confessed to having heard what was going on in the garage before barging in on the two men. Bobby's face instantly turned beet red and he just stared at the floor in silence.
"Like I said," the man said, ending the uncomfortable silence. "I want you to tell me why you wanted to see me spanking Steven."
"I don't know," Bobby managed to say, still staring at the floor.
"Bull _s_h_i_t_!" The man replied, rather loudly. Bobby's eyes darted to the mans face. "I told you, I will not tolerate you lying to me." "Just so you understand, we will sit here all day until you explain to me why you did it."
Bobby just sat there staring into the mans eyes.
The man asked, "Does your mom ever spank you?"
"No, never," Bobby answered, his eyes looking downward again.
"How about your Dad?" The man probed. "He ever spank you?" Bobby sat there in silence, not wanting to answer the mans questions.
"Well, did he?" Mr. Welch demanded.
"Not really," the boy explained. "He wasn't around much."
"I see," the man said. "How long have you wanted me to spank you?" He asked bluntly.
The boy gasped, had it been that obvious, he wondered. Or is the man just guessing? Either way, Bobby couldn't answer. His face just got redder.
For what seemed like an eternity, the man just sat there quietly watching Bobby's reaction to his question. Bobby nervously shifted his weight from one side to another, but still didn't answer the mans question. Finally the man broke the silence, "You do want me to spank you don't you?" He asked.
Again, the boy didn't answer.
The man probed further, "Have you ever thought about me spanking you?"
At last the boy looked up at the man. With tears in his eyes he managed to say, "Yes, I've thought about it...a lot."
"I thought so," Mr. Welch said. "I can spot one of my boys a mile a way."
Bobby was surprised by the "my boys" comment, he wasn't sure what it meant, but he did like the sound of it.
"How long have you been thinking about it?" The man asked.
"About a year, ever since I saw you spank that boy in the back yard."
The man looked confused for a moment, then he appeared to remember something. "Oh, yes," he softly said. "You must have seen David." "He mowed the lawn last year," he explained. "What you saw was the aftermath of his running over the garden hose with the lawn mower."
"I thought he was your nephew," Bobby admitted.
"David isn't my nephew." he said. "He is one of my boy's though, and I've paddled him more than once."
There was that term again, "my boy's." What did he mean by that. Finally, Bobby managed to ask, "What does 'my boy's' mean?"
"Well, Bobby," the man said. "When I say my 'boy's,' I'm referring to the boy's that like me to spank them and do other things to them."
Bobby looked at the man for a moment, the soft flesh between his legs coming to life. "What kind of things?" He asked.
"We can talk about that another time," he said. "Today, I just want you to understand that I know you've wanted a spanking for a long time." "Now, I will spank you, if you want me to. But, it will be a very hard and painful experience." "It will be the real thing and will hurt a lot." "You'll be crying and pleading me to stop, long before I actually do." Pausing briefly to make a point, he said, "the only thing you must do, is ask me for it."
"Ask you for it?" Bobby said.
"Yes, that's right," he said. "You must come to me and say that you have been bad and need to have your bottom paddled." He paused for a moment to let the words sink in. "I won't do anything until you ask me to, understand?"
Bobby shook his head and said, "Yes, I understand."
"Good," the man said. "I'm glad we had this little talk." Getting up, he said, "You may go now." As Bobby was leaving the house, the man said, "Remember, you must ask me to give you a spanking."
For the next few days Bobby struggled with the conversation he'd had with Mr. Welch. He wanted the man to take him and paddle him, but he was scared. He didn't like the "long, hard, real, and crying" part. But, he finally admitted to himself that he had expected that all along. "That's what a spanking was," he said to himself. The hard part was asking him to do it. Sure, the boy wanted him to do it. But he had expected the man to do it because of something he'd done. He never expected to have any say in the matter. Asking for it made him admit his desire and his need for the discipline. Somehow, this had gotten very complicated.
One day, Bobby's mother announced that she was required to attend some training that was being given in Chicago. Since Bobby couldn't go with her, she'd made arrangements for him to stay with one of the neighbor's for the three weeks she would be gone. At first, Bobby wasn't happy with the idea of staying with a neighbor until he discovered that it would be with Mr. Welch. At least he liked him..
The day his mom left, Bobby carried his suitcase to Mr. Welch's and knocked on the door. The man greeted him smiling, and warmly welcomed the boy into his home. Although they had talked to each other four or five times since their little "talk," the man never mentioned what they discussed. Bobby, of course, was too frightened to bring it up, although, he never stopped thinking about it.
Mr. Welch took him on a tour of the house that ended in a little room in back of the house. "This isn't really a bedroom," he explained. "But, it will do." He pointed to a small dresser in the corner and said, "You can put your things in there and I'll bring a cot up from the basement." Bobby wasn't happy at the idea of having to sleep on a "cot" for the next several weeks, and grumbled silently to himself. After the man left, he busied himself with unpacking his suitcase.
A few minutes later Mr. Welch came back into the room lugging this fold up bed. After they got it unfolded and Bobby discovered that it was actually very comfortable, his apprehension faded and he became optimistic about the next three weeks. Mr. Welch explained that his nephew, Marty, had lived with him for a while and slept on cot too. "The room is a little small," he said, "But, you'll do fine." He threw a set of sheets and a pillow on the cot and said, "Let me know when you're all set and I'll start lunch, OK?" Bobby nodded, and finished unpacking.
After lunch Mr. Welch told Bobby that he expected one of his "boy's" that afternoon and to not be alarmed. He simply asked Bobby not enter the garage as he did before. Bobby's face instantly turned a bright pink and he said, "I won't."
Later that day Bobby watched, wide eyed, as the man led his "boy" into the garage. The boy was thin, had black hair, and seemed to be at least 20 years old. After the two of them went to the garage, Bobby couldn't help going to the door and listening. Although he couldn't hear much of what Mr. Welch was saying, he had no trouble making out what the boy was saying, or yelling, in that case. From what Bobby could tell from the one sided conversation, the boy had gotten into trouble at school over something and was in danger of failing his classes. By the time Mr. Welch got through with him, he was sincerely promising to do better with his school work. Bobby listened intently to the sound of that paddle landing on the boy's seemingly very sore butt. Bobby assumed that the boy was getting the spanking on his bare bottom.
Once the noise stopped coming from the garage, Bobby had an urgent need to be alone to take care of a very excited _c_o_c_k_. A few moments later he was lying on his "cot," slowly stroking his hard _c_o_c_k_ and thinking about what was happening in the garage. Deep inside he wanted to experience the sensation of being across the mans lap. But he was afraid. He'd never really had a spanking that was anything like the one Mr. Welch described, and he was uncertain if he could take it. Still, he longed for the intimacy that being over his knee could bring. He really couldn't imagine the man doing anything that would really harm him in a serious way. After all, his "boy's" kept coming back for more, so it couldn't be all that bad...could it?
God he wanted it. Right then and right there. Suddenly, he made the decision and pulled up his pants. He would save that for later. Today there would be no need for fantasy. Today he would get what he wanted, no, what he needed. He was ready.
The man came in the back door and walked to the refrigerator to get a beer. The boy with him in the garage had left without coming back into the house. Mr. Welch stood in the kitchen sipping his drink and watched Bobby from the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure how the boy would react to what had happened in the garage. Of course, he figured that Bobby had listened to the session, and was surprised that he wasn't off somewhere masturbating. Actually, Bobby was quietly sitting in the living room watching television acting like nothing happened.
After dinner, they both made their way to the living room. There was something mindless on the tube and they watched it without saying anything to each other for a long while. During one of the commercial breaks, Bobby stood up and said, "Mr. Welch, would you mind if I turned the T. V. off for a minute." "I'd like to talk to you about something, if it's OK?"
The man looked at Bobby and smiled knowingly before answering him. "Sure kid," he said, "go ahead." As he watched the boy cross the room he knew that tonight was the night! Soon he would be getting to know the boy as intimately as he had wanted to from the first time he'd seen him. He would make it special for both of them.
Once the T. V. was off, Bobby turned and walked nervously back to his chair. He sat down and looked sheepishly at the man for a moment before turning his eyes toward the floor. For a few seconds he sat silently, not able to find the words.
The man gently urged the boy on by saying, "You wanted to talk about something?"
The boy nervously cleared his throat and said, "Yes, I wanted to discuss something with you if it would be all right?"
"It's OK," the man said. "Go ahead, what's bothering you?"
"Oh nothing's bothering me," he said, continuing after a momentary pause. "I was just thinking about the talk we had a while back...and...I...er."
"You what?" He asked, prompting the boy to continue.
"Well, I...uh...I wondered if you still wanted to do what we talked about?" Bobby stammered a little but eventually said the words. He sat there watching the mans reaction to what he had said.
Mr. Welch just looked at the boy. He was determined that the boy was going to ask for what he wanted. It was important that the boy know it was his decision. He wanted the boy to know that it happened only because he asked for it, not because the man made him do it. The man could never do that to any of his boy's. No, he had to ask for it plainly. Straight forward. Leaving no doubt about what he was asking. Only then would he agree to do it. "What is it that you want to do, Bobby?" He asked.
"You know, what we talked about." He mumbled, the word's barley audible.
"Look, Bobby," The man said flatly. "I know what you are talking about, but if you remember that conversation correctly, you must also remember what you need to tell me if you want this to go any further."
Bobby stared at the man. He knew full well what he needed to say. At the moment, though, he was struggling to overcome that feeling in the pit of his stomach and couldn't say anything.
"Well?" He said, raising his eyebrows and waited for the boy to speak.
"I...uh...I," he tried to say it. Suddenly, he swallowed hard and just blurted it out. "I want you to spank me." Bobby sat there for a moment not believing that he had actually said the words. At least it was over though, and he wouldn't have to think about it any more. He had finally asked the man to do it.
"Let me get this straight," the man said. "You want a real spanking?"
"Yes sir." The words came easier this time. "I want you to take me to the garage and give me the spanking I deserve for being such a naughty boy."
"You understand that once I begin, I will not stop until I think you have had enough" he asked.
"Yes sir," the boy quietly answered.
"You also understand that I will use the paddle?"
"Yes sir."
"You really want me to give you a spanking?" He asked, giving him one last chance to back out of the punishment.
Now that Bobby had gotten the words out and it was actually about to happen, the admission came freely. He wanted the man to know how much he had thought about this moment and how much he needed it to happen. "Mr. Welch," he began. "I have been dreaming about this moment since I saw you spank that boy in the back yard. I've been over your lap a hundred times in my fantasies and gotten spanked over and over in my dreams." "I have no idea why I need you to do this to me, I just know that I need you to do it, I want you to spank me like you do your other boy's."
"OK, Bobby" he said, "You asked for a spanking and you are going to get one!" "Get to the garage," he demanded. "I'll be right there."
Bobby's heart sunk to his shoes knowing that he was going to be spanked. Instantly, though, his _c_o_c_k_ was jutting straight out, begging for release. Bobby just sat there for a moment not certain what to do.
Mr. Welch spoke again, and made it very clear. "You have five seconds to get your butt into that garage, boy, or I'll take my belt to you right here." He made a motion for his belt and said, "Now MOVE!" The boy didn't need another word, jumping up he practically ran out of the room.
After Bobby left, Mr. Welch became very excited. He had sent the boy to the garage to wait for his spanking. The waiting would make it seem worse for the boy, but he wanted him to experience everything. He wanted this night to be special for them both. The man had come to think very highly of the boy over the past few months and the courage the boy displayed tonight asking for his first spanking, made his heart swell. He couldn't have loved the boy anymore than he did at that moment.
Slowly he made his way to the kitchen and stopped to make himself a scotch. He wanted to make the boy's wait a little longer. The alcohol would help steady his nerves. He hadn't been this nervous with any of his first-time boy's before. But then, he hadn't loved them as much either. Tonight would be special indeed.
Bobby almost jumped off the chair when Mr. Welch opened the door and walked into the garage. Without saying a word the man found a chair, pulled it out into the center of the garage and sat down easily. Bobby stared at him, that feeling in the pit of his stomach had returned with a vengeance and for a moment he thought he was going to be sick. "Come here," the man ordered. Bobby's heart almost stopped and he froze in his tracks.
"I said, COME HERE!" The man repeated. The boy forced himself to move. When Bobby was standing directly in front of the chair, Mr. Welch said, "OK son, you know why you're here, so lets get it started." "Take those pants down."
Bobby hesitated for a moment and the man motioned with his finger to get them down and said, "Now!" Slowly, the boy fumbled with the snap on his jeans and then gently lowered the zipper. Suddenly, the man reached out and yanked the boy's jeans down roughly, leaving him standing there clad only in his white briefs and faded blue T-shirt. With what seemed to be one motion, the man grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. "You won't be needing this for a while either," he said. Bobby quickly moved his hands in front of him in an effort to conceal the front of his white shorts, which tented out poorly hiding a very hard, six inch _c_o_c_k_. He was mortified knowing that the man was looking at his excited organ. The man seemed not to notice or not to care about his erection.
After making the boy step out of his jeans, he leaned back and looked for the first time at the boy's thin body. He was surprised to see how big the boy's _c_o_c_k_ was, but was happy that it was already hard. He knew that the boy would like the punishment and as a result would be in this position a lot in the coming years. The boy stood there dressed only in his underwear and sneakers waiting for what was to happen. Pointing to the paddle on the wall, the man said, "Go get me the paddle...and be quick about it!"
Bobby walked right to the paddle. He had never touched it before and hated the feel of it as he lifted it up off the nail that held it on the wall. He forced himself to look at it one last time before Mr. Welch used it on his bare bottom. It was oval shaped, slightly bigger around than the ping-pong paddles at school and was about a half an inch thick. Bobby knew it would hurt like hell! As he handed it to the man, he couldn't help wondering how many boy's had already felt the sting of that paddle on their bare backsides.
Mr. Welch reached out and stuck his thumbs down into the waist band of the boy's underwear and slide them to his knee's. The boy's hard _c_o_c_k_ bounced wildly from side to side as he pulled the boy down over his lap. Bobby could feel the pressure on his _c_o_c_k_ as it found a spot between the mans legs. The man said flatly, "I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'd better not forget, because if you do, you'll find yourself right back here for another spanking." "Is that clear?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good," he said.
Without hesitation the man lifted the paddle up and forced it down onto the boy's outstretched bottom. The paddle made a loud "slap" that Bobby heard an instant before a sharp burning sensation flooded his body. The boy gasped. He hadn't anticipated the intensity of the pain and suddenly wasn't so sure he'd made the right decision. Before he could say or do anything, the man lifted the paddle and again forced it down onto his exposed skin. "Slap." Bobby tried to squirm away from the man as he felt the rush of pain move through him from the second swat. The man held him firmly and forced another blow down onto the already pink skin. "Whap!" Bobby's eyes went wide as that paddle landed again. "Slap!" He involuntarily let out a loud "OUCH!"
In rapid fire speed, Mr. Welch brought that paddle down again and again onto the boy's bare bottom. "Slap!" "Slap!" "Whack!" "Slap!" Bobby squirmed trying to avoid the business end of that paddle. By the third swat, tears had welled in his eyes. By the fifth they were streaming down his face, and by the twentieth, he was crying out for the man to stop. "Slap!", "OUCH!", "Whack!", "Ahhhhh!", "SMACK", "I'll be good!", "Slap!", "Please!" , "Whomp!", "I'll be good, I promise!", "Slap!"
Mr. Welch had heard it before though, and the pleading wouldn't do Bobby any good. He had asked for this and he was going to get it. After he finished, Bobby would know what to expect from future spankings. When he asked for it, he would know what it was going to be like and the man was determined that it be everything Bobby had imagined in his dreams. By the time he thought the boy had enough, Bobby was blubbering like a baby and his face was all blotchy and red from crying. Mr. Welch stopped and let the boy cry it out before letting him up.
After Bobby had stopped crying, the man helped him to stand and face him. The boy's face was a mess from the tears and his eye's were red and puffy. He stood there sniffing for a moment, not wanting to look into the man's face. Mr. Welch gently touched the boy's shoulder and said, "Look at me Bobby."
After Bobby slowly raised his eye's, Mr. Welch established eye contact and started talking to the boy in very soft tones. "I know that was very hard for you to do," he said. "I am very proud of you because you were very brave." Bobby fought back more tears, something about what the man said caused an eruption of emotion. The man noted Bobby's feeble attempt to control himself and continued. "Now, you must promise me that you will come to me, without having to be told, anytime you have done something that requires a repeat of what happened here tonight."
Bobby said nothing. He simply couldn't find the words. Deep down, he knew he had found what he had been dreaming about for so long, and there was no doubt that he would return to this garage again and again. What words could he say, however, to make the man understand how much he had wanted and needed this to happen.
Mr. Welch drew the boy closer and hugged him. He told the boy, "I care very deeply for you, my boy." "I knew you were special from the very first time I saw you, and I couldn't be more proud of you than I am right now." Bobby couldn't handle it any more and a torrent of tears broke loose. He cried for the longest time, cradled in the mans arms. The man just held him and softly cooed, "it's all right, baby, it's all right," At that moment, Bobby gave himself entirely to the man. He had longed for the man to hold him, to care about him, and to approve of him. He silently vowed that he would always try to make the man proud of him.
In time Bobby stopped crying. He was suddenly exhausted and felt emotionally drained. The man released his hold on the boy and reestablished eye contact with him. "You will come to me and tell me when you need another spanking?" He asked gently.
Bobby shook his head and whispered, "Yes sir, I promise."
"Good," the man said. "Now, go get cleaned up and then go to your room, we will finish your spanking there."
Bobby's eyes widened again and he asked, "Finish it?" The boy thought it was already finished.
"We're not done yet, not by a long shot," the man said bluntly. He turned the boy toward the door and gave him a swat across his red bottom. "Now, move!" With the added swat, Bobby scrambled for the door without taking time to gather his clothes. Mr. Welch just smiled as he watched the boy scurry to get back in the house and he silently began picking up his clothes. Deep down inside he knew that today had only been a beginning. There would be many more spankings.