(continued from Part II)
When I awoke slowly very late the next late morning, I was still in Damien's arms with my head still on his chest. His hand was also still on my ass. Felt good there too. It couldn't have been possible for neither of us to have moved at all over the night, but there was no question about my waking up like this or with his hand where it definitely was. I remember moving my head and looking up toward his face. His eyes were open too.
Realizing I was awake, Damien's hand and fingers moved even more intimately on my ass and holding me. The feel of his hand quickly re-informed me that he'd paddled me well last night for sure. It also caused my own _c_o_c_k_ to begin to stir. It didn't matter anymore. His hand was welcome anywhere he wanted it to be just as long as he wasn't spanking me with it or planning to use that Paddle. OK, he could have cared less about what I though and I knew that. Hell, the last thing he'd worry about was what I wanted, but I liked it better this way than having it spanking me anywhere.
More importantly though, I felt finally home waking up this way, snuggling against his hairy chest, just remembering my spanking last evening when he'd made it clear he wouldn't put up with anything around him. How could I not remember it? My bare ass still hurt but now in somehow a nice way with his hand there.
His hand tightened around my ass and pulled me even closer to him.
"Awake, are you, my boy?" Damien asked coming out of his own slumber and stretching his long hard body against mine.
My _c_o_c_k_ sure thought so! But I wasn't sure that's what he was referring too so early.
"Yea," I managed. I'm just not a morning person, even a later morning person. I started to stretch too.
Then he reached over and helped my _c_o_c_k_ along.
Shortly after Damien turned me up over on his chest with my whole body on him now, my erection extended between our bodies on his stomach and abs. His hand patted my bare ass firmly but almost in comfort in some strange ways.
I hugged him. It was a good way to wake up like this with him!
"Think you can be a very good boy now, Jeffrey?" he asked, his face snuggling mine, making me feel very good and increasingly alert and fully awake now. His hand was still lightly patting my bare ass.
"You know I'm sure going to try," I replied.
I was. I was for sure going to try. But it just wasn't for the veiled threat that he might use the Paddle on me again. Now it was because I wanted to be. Something just seemed different after last night, even just waking up in his arms, feeling good this way and the touch of his hand over my ass sending my _c_o_c_k_ soaring. I don't know how to explain it better except to say it just felt right and soooo good.
What can I say? If you've ever been in this position you know, but if you don't follow, well, you don't, but you can always write and ask I suppose.
Anyway Damien hugged me, even more like cuddled me, like that for a long, long time. I felt like I didn't ever want it to end.
It didn't.
Finally, though, he rolled me off him and back into the bed sheets around us. He checked me out, if you follow, and I even felt good as he did it to me though strange I guess too; yet even as it was happening I felt content. Nice to spent your first minutes awake in the arms of someone who cared for sure.
Then as quickly as it has begun, all of a sudden he tussled my hair, hugged me really tightly, and bounded up off the bed, headed for the shower. Guess everything good ends sometime?
I stay there in the bed, pulling the sheets over me, just thinking, but still when I got up my _c_o_c_k_ was still raging and straight for sure. Even as I showered, the color, shall I say, on my bare ass showed even when the mirror fogged up and everything. It was sensitive to the touch, especially as I lathered up a lot, but Damien's good at it. It was pure red and rosy ALL over EVERYWHERE.
After I finished in the Bathroom, I started to look for my cloths. Time to head home!
Damien, it appeared, had other ideas.
Ooops!
Damien announced in a way that he's very, very good at that I could put on my strap and that robe but that was it for breakfast. He was real clear about it too!
"Put that robe on, strap if you want. Do it," he yelled from the kitchen.
Don't push it, I thought. Just do it! I did!
We were going to talk, he said.
OK, not my place to argue with a man who still has the paddle!
My robe was fine, though the cord to tie it shut was disappeared. I couldn't find it, but I sensed it was better not to ask where it was so I just gave up and went to find him in the kitchen with my all bulging out from the strap's pouch.
It didn't matter. We were alone. The feel of the silk robe felt good.
What he was preparing smelled good too. I was starved as I hadn't eaten much at the table with those other people there last night. I was playing it slowly now, but still happy and as content as I'd ever been that I could remember.
He was dressed in jeans and a Polo.
Damien put down the stuff he was working with on the stove and hugged me again, felt me, his hand going immediately inside my robe and grasping my one bun, keeping it there, far too long and far too personally, but I could handle it. And for sure I hugged him back. And I meant it. Somehow, OK, I felt great about last night! Actually it felt great now too though my ass felt still sore for sure.
Anyway, on the sink was his Paddle.
OK, but then over what counted for breakfast or maybe you'd call it brunch, he started adding several new rules to those already posted for me!
That wasn't so good. I didn't need anything else that might prove controversial.
Then he took me in his arms and added some large "P" after some of them.
"Just be sure you understand, Jeff. If you break any marked 'P' from now on it's automatically the Paddle for you, my boy. Right across your bare fanny." He spoke slowly, clearly, and in a way there was no misunderstanding his meaning! In case there was any doubt, he'd pushed my robe back and was playfully swatting my buns.
I knew better than to argue with him, but there were quite a few marked 'P' now. Maybe we might talk about it later, but not right now. His Paddle was on the kitchen counter where I could see it and he could reach it!
I just nodded my understanding and tried to hold him more tightly. It didn't matter. I felt great anyway.
Then he also produced a small white board on which he intended to keep score from that point on too, on the non-'P' ones! Things were going to change, he said and one of them was that he had decided I was going get more attention, not less.
I nodded in approval knowing what he meant by "attention" as he read off the list. I understood and was not about to object in any way. I had every intention of being obedient for sure! And I wanted to, this time I just wanted to. I was comfortable with him on all of this somehow like I'd never been before.
And it didn't take long for him to test me out on my new intentions on this either.
I did nothing but obey immediately when he told me to get over his lap for what he called a "Saturday morning reminder."
I didn't want it! I didn't need it! I hadn't done anything at all to deserve it! But if he'd decided, well, I was going to get it and I didn't question that for a moment. Not any longer.
He was smiling and seemed really pleased as I went over his lap to get my ass spanked again. I thought he was smiling because I'd never done so before without first trying to talk him out of it, but the thought also crossed my mind that maybe he was just testing me and wasn't planning to do anything anyway? I hoped.
Damien just pulled up silk robe up high leaving me very bare all over again down there. I still said nothing, but I was feeling worried. Next he pulled down my strap. He not only took it down. He also then reached down and pulled it all the way off over my feet and tossed it aside.
I lay there over his knees. I waited like that, bare, for whatever it was he had in mind for me.
Then his hand came down across my ass and I went sailing all over again. It didn't take him long either. I found myself sobbing quietly again over his lap. It hadn't taken long at all! His right palm landed against my buns and sent shivers throughout my whole body as I jerked forward trying to focus my thoughts and not get too emotional all over again.
But I wasn't complaining at all either. My life had changed he'd said as he spanked me; and I felt like it really had also. This time I felt it had changed for the better! I didn't need any "reminder" anything about anything, but when he finished giving it to me after breakfast anyway, I was high, beyond high, and still sobbing again when he yanked me up into his big arms and carried me back to bed.
It felt strangely good to be in his control for sure and then in his arms.
But I didn't like getting spanked again! I HATED IT!
Still, what I though just didn't matter. He'd decided to spank me, and so he just spanked me. Bare up, get over his knees and he just spanked me! It hurt, my ass really hurt and the tears in my eyes were not what I'd expected on a Saturday before I got this "reminder" thing.
I'd just have to get used to it.
He had a new look of seriousness in his eyes that Saturday morning.
I spend all of that Saturday with him, night too, just mostly being around there, but sometimes in his arms - watching video's, listening to music, even just talking -- with his hands on me. In my strap pouch and silk robe, well, it was a good day and I felt closer to him than I ever had before.
He'd said things had changed.
My own tight jeans never appeared again until Sunday afternoon.
I hadn't needed them. I didn't even miss them, if I'm to tell the truth about it. I felt better than I ever had in a long time and could hardly stop talking and enjoying my new freedom when we were back in the living room listening to music or whatever. Maybe my macho thing wasn't so important after all?
Then, all of a sudden, my jeans appeared on the side chair by the kitchen table when he was making brunch Sunday.
Sunday afternoon was when we moved me from my place to his. There was no discussion. He just told me I was moving. No more games. No more playing. All I did was hug him and fight back tears not to get too emotional all over again! I didn't completely manage it.
Damien made the decision for me. I had nothing to say.
I'm his boy now, every way you can take that. I'm well spanked now for sure - he's into this "reminder" thing big time -- and also well everything else-ed too, but most importantly I feel better about myself and everything and I am more content than I've ever been before in my whole life. My grades will come too, in time, I'm sure.
But, I'm just his boy now. And I don't care who knows it.
My life might not be for everyone, I know; but I also know I'm not the only one out there who gets spanked, or really wants to. And, by the way, this "story's" not a "story." It's true. I just turned 20. And for sure I'm Bi now (!) but I've also still got a girl friend -- though she doesn't know I still get spanked, that would be to to to embarrassing. I'm just me and happy to be so!