Julian - Part Viii: the Next Morning.


by Cal <cal22722z@yahoo.com>

I don't know who awakened first, but when my own eyes began to open the sun was flooding in through the windows and the whole place was very bright. The gulls were streaking again. I had no idea what time it was but it had to be late. A quick look at that clock answered my question. It was 10:30 in the morning!

I think Julian was still possibly soundly asleep though he too might have been waking as I tried to move slightly. His head was still on my chest as he had been in my arms all night. He seemed half conscious at that point because he began to snuggle tight against me as soon as I pulled up the single gray sheet that had protected both of us from the cooler air last night. Under it, his completely hairless bare and naked body lay sleeping and very still. Knowing he would be learning some lessons on those soft buns later, my own hand couldn't resist but to feel his nice tight bare ass. His buns were no longer hot, but that could be easily be remedied anytime. What I was most aware of this morning, however, was that his young bare bottom felt real good, firm yet soft. Importantly that he made no movement to resist my hand on him down there on it, or anywhere. Instead, the sleeping boy seemed to welcome my touch in his slumber and respond to it.

It's the moments of peace that are the best. A naked young man lying sleeping beside you and knowing he would be there as long as you wanted him to be. His buns hardly moved at all when they felt my hand holding him far under and tenderly. He would have to become used to my hand on him there, or anywhere. After all, if he couldn't, the paddle could always be quickly applied to guide him in that too. But at least for this morning with Julian, that paddle would not be necessary right now. Instead, as I mentioned, Julian seemed to welcome my hand there as he began to tighten his thighs over my hand. His natural instincts were serving him well.

He began to open his eyes slowly and then ultimately looked up at me. Still half conscious, his smile just somehow seemed to light up the whole room like a breath of fresh sunshine. He was radiating comfort and happiness as he stretched out his limbs while waking up slowly. His own hands came over my own more hairy chest and pecs while my right hand continued exploring his _c_o_c_k_ and balls in that upper loft room with some sun managing to escape in through the drapes. No question Julian was waking up beautifully as if he hadn't a single care in the world! When he was finally more conscious he nudged himself up higher against me and kissed me. His arms hugged me gently but as if he would never let go. His face was resting just beside mine, still in contact. He was resting on my chest, in my arms, smiling and he seemed so happy this morning. His _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard between our two bodies, and his buns nicely relaxed with my hands soon on both of them. A boy needs to learn the feel of his man's hand. Mine was doing well in that department! He was adjusting nicely.

I said nothing, just enjoyed his waking up and enjoyed becoming fully awake myself as well. After all, most days I don't wake up so pleasantly either, especially when I've come alone on purpose for what was to be a simple, quiet weekend at the beach!

"Gee, . . . I slept like a log," he finally said as if he hadn't noticed my hands still there on him at all. "Must be a combination of the cool night air and the man beside me." I began to smile but he simply began to snuggle more actively now. "I really like it here," he half cooed and made other gentle sounds undecipherable in English. His _c_o_c_k_ had slowly grown ever more firmly erect as we woke up together. This boy thought he was here for romance?

It was tempting, I'll admit; but that wasn't what Julian was here for or how circumstances had brought us to this point.

I let him work his warm magical fingers over me while he snuggled and kissed here, there, then . . . down there. After all, it was a very nice way to wake up! Still, I'd had enough. Time to re-establish things. Julian, after all, was here for some training.

"And just what do you think you're doing, my friend?" I asked trying to sound firm even though I wasn't completely awake and didn't manage to.

"Being very, very nice to you," he panned and snuggled even more as he continued using his tongue to its best advantage. "Isn't being 'nice' what I need to be to avoid a spanking from you?" He was looking up with his eyes and had to be smiling while he gave it his best shot. "Oueee, I already know you know how to keep my ass in line."

By this time the sheet had now fallen all the way off both of our bodies. My own hands were beginning to really enjoy his own firm young naked body in the morning light while he had by now more than wakened me up and captured my full interest to the task at hand.

"I see you haven't forgotten you're a boy this weekend?" I asked looking down at him.

Julian raised his head up and looked back at me quizzically. "No, Sir. Never. I haven't forgotten, Sir. Wouldn't for the world! I haven't forgotten for sure and I sure hope you haven't forgotten either."

"Then you know in this house a boy begins his first full training day with a spanking," I announced with a sinister smile still looking directly at him.

"Oops! Ah . . . really? Ah. . . Jesse, but last night. . ." he started to speak.

My hand swung down and slapped him though not at all hard. The faint hand print it left showed where. He grabbed his cheeks and looked stunned, absolutely stunned from the shock of it. He looked like he was about to break out in tears and looked so sad.

"Now you get your nice bare bottom up across my lap for me like it's suppose to be first thing every morning, young man, and I don't want to hear another word out of you!" I warned him as I slid my own body up against the heavy headboard and patted my thigh to show him where I wanted him. I was now in a position where I could spank him well as soon as I had him over my thighs.

"Yes, Sir, but . . ." he spoke softly though still seemed confused at something he hadn't expected this early in the morning.

But I was having none of it. I yanked him bare up over my lap quickly. His eyes watered up fully from the surprise of it all, but Julian actively moved very quickly to scoot his completely naked buns over my lap where they needed to be for a nice, good long spanking this morning. His buns were clenched tightly as were his thighs but he was where he needed to be and belonged.

"When I say 'I don't want to hear another word out of you' that is exactly what I mean, Boy. You are here to learn obedience."

Julian took refuge with a fluffy feather pillow he'd grabbed when he got over my lap. He was now holding on to it tightly with both his hands and arms for all it was worth and his face now was buried deeply in it. He was crying softly but just a little into that pillow but more from the shock of it all. His naked body was now completely spread out, open and lying bare over my thighs. He had been obedient even though he had at first bulked. But now his bare bottom was right across my lap, still faintly rosy from last night but no longer hot to the touch. In short, Julian was in the ideal position for what some men with boys call a "reminder to be good today" or just "a good morning spanking." To my mind these words were too fancy. Julian was simply here and ready for a spanking, some inspection, or whatever I chose to give him. It was just something Julian, like all boys, would have to get used to, though never come to like.

I would have to take pains to insure he got one every morning when he woke up during this training. It was a practice I had followed previously with other boys as well. Julian, simply because of his looks and beauty, would be no different from any of the others.

While he buried his head in the pillow, my right palm slapped down hitting both his bare buns right across the center. He jumped, jiggled his legs wildly, and began to get a bit more emotional too; but he stayed lying there just as he had already learned he had to when I was taking my time to teach him something and give him a spanking. Then, on his own, he raise his bottom up higher for me to give me more access to those under parts of his fleshy bottom where a firm slap there would always do him the most good and set him off howling. That was a good sign. Still, I didn't immediately raise my hand to bring it down again after that first slap. No, this time I left it there, holding his buns where I'd slapped them. Today was simply his training.

This time I waiting a fairly long time. Waiting for his body to stop shaking and for the few tears that had been already begun just a bit from his eyes that were dampening the pillow to lessen and get back under control. As I waited, I just held him over my thighs with my hand, the one I would soon spank him with, firmly across his bare bottom. His skin was tender, no question about that; but I liked my hand there. He would come to like it there too. He would not need much.

Finally he stopped his few tears in that pillow and settled down emotionally. He brought his left hand from that pillow he was clutching so firmly and all the way down to his waist where I felt it on my own thigh near my knee. He wanted some contact as his thin fingers went around me there. I saw what he was doing, though. And thus I took his hand, that same hand, off my thigh and grasped it in my own left hand. I held his hand firmly, not tightly, just firmly. Julian responded in kind. He would be allowed to hold my hand, if he wished, throughout his spanking that was about to begin.

He was ready. I didn't have to ask. The signs were all there if you know what to look for. I raised my other hand off his bare bottom and began spanking him methodically, rhythmically, and somewhat gently. Not too fast. Not too slow. While I spanked him he tightened his fingers on his own hand, the one I was holding down by his waist, much more tightly on mine.

I continued to spank him. Tears came this time. It didn't take a long spanking this morning to claim his firm ass. Still every spanking has to be effective and worth doing or it's a waste of time in the life of a young man like Julian. This one was worth it. I tanned his young bare bottom thoroughly.

Ultimately I stopped and rested my hand on his bare bottom that was now back to being very red and very hot all over, I let him continue to shed his few tears while I talked with him softly still keeping him over my thighs in case I needed to spank him more for any reason.

"Do you understand you are to obey in everything, every detail, and immediately, Julian?" I questioned him with my hand still on his buns and prepared to continue to spank him.

He didn't mutter a word. Instead he moved his head vigorously up and down in positive agreement.

"You can talk now," I added. Maybe this boy did understand more than I thought he had, I thought to myself.

"Yes, yes. I understand for sure now," he said choking back some tears. "I'll be extra careful from now on. You won't have to spank me again today for anything, I promise."

I smiled for I could promise him for sure I would!

"You said you were a boy slave for this holiday weekend and you needed the feel of a man's hand," I reminded him of something I had the feeling he no longer wanted to be reminded about again.

"Yes, Sir," he spoke simply.

"Looks to me like you're getting both," I continued. "This weekend you are to be strictly obedient and immediately submissive. Any hesitance at all no matter how slight or any unnecessary comments and you will get yourself more of what you just got."

"I understand, Sir," he replied. "There's no question I'll obey you, Sir."

"You're a boy here, Julian," I added a reminder again. "And you're gonna' get some good training right down here where it will help you remember," I said as I patted his sore bare ass. He clutched my other hand abruptly again and clenched his buns too thinking, I'd guess, I was about to continue his spanking right now, but I didn't. "I do understand you would have liked some tenderness this morning instead of a spanking, but a boy does not initiate things around here. You are to obey and to submit. Any loving you need, I'll decide. Don't worry. It may come too, but for the moment you are going to learn obedience and this nice fanny of yours is going to be mine."

"Yes, Sir," he said softly with his head nodding once again. "I understand, Sir. I'm R E A L L Y trying."

I tried to make sure I didn't smile too much and I certainly didn't want to laugh. Julian looked so good spread out naked over my thighs right now and that bare bottom of his was just nice, very good, and very hot. He was trying, I was very sure; but I had no intention of making it too easy on him. He was simply too good looking and too close to perfection to my tastes with his smooth and hairless body. Julian was worth taking my time with and training him right. I intended to do that!

Then abruptly but gently I pulled him up off my lap and back into my arms. I hugged him and kissed him. He responded nicely, so nicely in fact that we spent another hour or so together in that bed!

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(to be continued)


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