After I'd disciplined my student, James, in my office he began reporting to me on a Saturday afternoon once a fortnight. He used to report to me at 2 and we'd have a good four - five hour session.
One Friday afternoon, however, he rang me at work,
"Sir, I wondered if I could ask you a favour?" I thought he was going to ask if he could miss our scheduled session the following afternoon. That had happened before, and he certainly paid for it when we next met up.
"It depends what this favour is," I answered guardedly.
" Um, well..." he dithered,
"Spit it out, boy, I don't have all day," I replied. He began to speak quite fast,
"Sir, I've met this other lad, his name's Tim, and he asked me to ask you if he could report with me before you tomorrow. He's nineteen, taller than me, and has short, black hair. Would that be all right?"
My _c_o_c_k_ had hardened instantly when I heard this, I mean, what's better than one young man, naked before you, getting his butt reddened? TWO!!!
Unsurprisingly, I agreed to his request, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.
Saturday morning dawned, and I woke ready for my session with the two lads. I did my household chores in a rather desultory fashion, waiting for the ring on the doorbell at two.
I had my lunch and was just finishing clearing up when the doorbell rang. I answered it and James introduced me to Tim. Tim was about 6'1", with brown eyes, short, but not cropped, black hair, and a tan. He was slightly chunkier than James, but carried it off because of his height. I ushered them into my sitting room. James and I usually had a cup of tea before getting down to business, and today was to be no different. While James made the tea I chatted to Tim. He told me that he had met Tim through a mutual friend, who knew that both boys were into discipline. They had got on famously, and it was James that suggested that they come to see me together. We drank our tea and chatted about this and that. When I had finished, I stood up and motioned to James. He knew that I would go up to my "study" (really my spare bedroom, but I had taken out the bed and put in a desk and chair etc. so it looked a little like my office at work, but larger. I also have a cupboard in there in which I keep my implements for disciplining young lads), settle myself, and then James would come up a little while later and we'd get down to it. I sat down, and picked up the book which I keep in there so that I am doing something while I wait for him. On the desk in front of me was a ruler and some papers.
Moments later a knock sounded at the door. I waited a little while and then called "Come in."
James and Tim entered, but I didn't acknowledge them immediately. I carried on reading my book for a few moments before looking up.
"So, " I said, "You're here again, James. You haven't learnt your lesson yet, have you?"
"No, sir," he said, sheepishly.
"And I'm disappointed to see you here as well today, Tim, I thought better of you." Tim looked at the floor and said nothing.
"Have you nothing to say for yourself, Tim?" I asked. He remained silent for a few seconds and then mumbled,
"I'm very sorry, sir."
"I should think you are, and by the time you leave here you will be much sorrier, you will be very sorry indeed."
"Yes, sir," they chorused. I had remained seated throughout this exchange, but now I rose, and walked behind them.
"What is going to happen to make you sorrier?" I asked.
"We're going to get spanked," James muttered.
"I can't here you, James, speak up.
"We're going to get spanked," he repeated, louder this time, but I still wasn't satisfied.
"We're going to get spanked, WHAT, James?"
"We're going to get spanked, sir."
"Good. Now, Tim, tell me why you need to be spanked and then I want you to ask me very nicely to give you what you deserve."
The boy swallowed hard before saying,
"Sir, I have been a very naughty young man and I deserve to be punished for it. Please put me across your knee and spank my arse until you think I have learnt my lesson."
"Good, I'm glad you understand. James, do you agree with what Tim has just said?"
James nodded and then, recollecting himself, said "Yes sir, I've been bad and need disciplining. Please spank me hard, sir."
I pulled the chair out from behind my desk and sat down. I then told Tim that I'd start with him, and that he was to lay across my knee. He did so, and I arranged him to my satisfaction, and smoothed his black trousers out over his arse. I began by spanking him quite gently, just warming him up, but after a few minutes I gradually began increasing the severity of the blows. After a few smacks more I decided that it was time his trousers came down.
"Stand up," I told him, "and drop you trousers. I don't want you to take them off yet, just drop them to your ankles." He undid his belt and flies and then let his trousers drop. He was wearing black cotton trunks under them, which looked a little like boxer shorts, but hugged his figure. I put him back across my knee. The trousers around his ankles meant that he was shackled, and it is also humiliating for a grown lad to be in that position. Even so, I could feel, against my knee through the fabric, his _c_o_c_k_ hardening as I brought my hand down onto his cotton-covered rear. The protection on his arse was now much less than it had been, and it didn't take long for him to start squirming under the onslaught. When I felt that he had been sufficiently warmed up, I bade him rise and beckoned for James to take his place.
I warmed James up in much the same way as I had Tim, while Tim watched, with his trousers still around his ankles. Once James was warmed up to my satisfaction I said to Tim, with James still across my knee,
"I'd like you to take of all your clothes, Tim." He started to strip. I watched as a idly swatted James's rear some more. Tim revealed a toned body, not overly muscular, but well-defined. His _c_o_c_k_ was quite long, but very thin. The lack of girth made it appear longer than it really was. He was erect, and his _c_o_c_k_ curved slightly towards his body.
I allowed James up, and then instructed him to strip as well. He did so, and his body, which I had seen on many occasions before, never fail to thrill me. I stood the two lads in the middle of the room, with their hands on their heads while I examined them in more detail. I spent longer examining Tim, as I had not seen him before. I weighed his balls in my hand, drew back his foreskin and check all around his glans. I then made him bend over and spread his buttocks so that I could inspect his arsehole. By the time I had finished inspect him minutely he was blushing like a young girl, but his _c_o_c_k_ was still hard and starting to ooze precum.
"James," I said, "will you please clean Tim's _c_o_c_k_?"
James knelt before Tim and licked the precum from his slit. He rose and I inspected him in the same way that I had Tim.
"Right, both of you bend over the desk," I instructed. They did as they were bid, James spreading his legs as he did so. I went over and spread Tim's legs. I then went over to the implements cupboard, and selected an eight inch leather covered paddle. I stood behind the two boys, their naked, pink, butts looking most inviting. I started to lay the paddle into them, not following any pattern, so that neither would know where the next blow was coming from. After I had laid about thirty strokes to each of the four cheeks I was starting to evince groans and grunts from the two lads. I continued, their arses reddening beautifully, all the time increasing the severity and frequency of the blows. After about a hundred smacks each I stopped. I put down the paddle and picked up the ruler which lay on the desk.
"James, get up," the boy rose, his erect _c_o_c_k_ bobbing as he did so, "I want you to spread Tim's cheeks for me," I told him. He stood beside Tim and put one hand on each of the young man's buttocks. He then pulled them apart, exposing the sensitive skin between them and his dusky hole. Normally James spreads his own butt, but have two guys means that this already embarrassing and humiliating process can be made all the more embarrassing and humiliating!
As James held Tim's cheeks firmly apart I started to lay the ruler onto the exposed skin. I knew from James that this really gets a lad going, as the skin is not used to any kind of touch, and to be beaten on this private area was painful and humiliating. I began by landing quite light blows (which even so got Tim bucking) and then built up the force which I put behind them. After a little while Tim's hand flew round and tried to stop me from hitting him. "Please stop, sir, it hurts!" he cried.
"I know it hurts, and it's going to hurt more before I've finished." I smacked him ten more times and then stopped.
"Right," I said, "Let's have you swapped over." James looked worried, but obediently lay back across the desk and I showed Tim how I wanted him to hold James's arse. I gave James slightly more than I had Tim as he was more used to the feeling, but he was still bucking and grunting by the time I stopped. I then bade him rise and stood the two of them in the corner with their hands on their heads and their rosy red bums on display as I read my book for a little longer.
I left them that way while I went to get a drink. I cam e back and sat back down.
"I want you both across my knees," I told them. I positioned Tim over my right knee and James over my left. I went back to using my hand on their now tender arses. After about fifteen minutes of hard hand smacking they were both in tears. I stopped.
"You will each take twenty from my paddle and then we will stop," I informed them.
"Please no more, sir," Tim sobbed. Ignoring him I went and chose a 10" long by 1/2" thick paddle.
"Bend back over the desk both of you," They did so, "I want you to count out the strokes, I shall alternate, starting with Tim."
I began paddling their butts hard. Their voices broke as the counted out each stroke. Eventually Tim was crying audibly and groaning loudly after each stroke before counting it.
"THWACK!!"
"Aaargh! Nineteen, sir."
"THWACK!!"
"Nineteen, sir."
I saved the hardest for last however. Tim cried out loudly after it landed and counted. James's last blow was with my full force and, at last, I got a cry of pain from James, who sobbed,
"Twenty, sir."
I let them rub each other's sore arses, both _c_o_c_k_s still erect and leaking precum. I left them, and they reappeared downstairs some minutes later, dressed. We had another drink and then they left. But that wasn't the last time that my two naughty boys reported for punishment!