note: Many have written, thank you, I appreciate it and will continue to reply. Others who might not have written, I would sure like to hear from you and know if you would like me to continue telling this true story of Julian and the other non-fiction ones when I know them. Sometimes it is unclear what some of you are interested in reading. Thanks! Cal
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I had spanked Julian a long time that afternoon, maybe too long just for his having slept longer than that one hour he had asked for. I took my time spanking him. This boy was certainly worth it and his bare buns now over my lap as he was struggling to avoid the next slap, showed clearly that while they were red and hot now this boy deserved a long, slow, fatherly type spanking. He sobbed quietly in submission to my hand, but I kept on spanking him. It was simply the right thing to do right now. By the time I was satisfied that he had been spanked enough for this one, Julian was limply bent across my knees and thoroughly drained. He now knew the meaning of the word, "spanking."
At that point, then, I finally pulled him up and took him back into my arms. A young man can be both real tearful and also real emotional all at the same time when he has just been spanked solidly and thoroughly and is finally once again now back in your arms, head on your shoulder, as he is reaffirming the relationship between still tearful moments and clearly assuring you that he is really sorry while constantly promising you it will never, ever, happen again. A high school or university boy is at his most sincere right then. That boy can be extremely beautiful at just that moment too. His bare buns are very red, hot, and radiating heat when your hand strays to pat them. He responds well to the touch of your hand there too (or anywhere, for that matter) and, in Julian's case, the slightest bit of playing with his spanked buns sends his young _c_o_c_k_ soaring all over again. Just spanked, a boy is docile, submissive and very affectionate as he hungers for your attention and some clear leading.
Still, if for some unknown reason you do not find your own boy that way right at that point, pull him back over across your knees and spank him but do it right this time.
Julian did not need more time over my own knees that afternoon as it turned out. Instead, he was more than eager enough to please and very anxious for attention and affection.
When I had finished with his discipline, I had tossed those white cotton Jockey briefs he likes so much aside and kept him naked. No reason not to for we were both, after all, inside the house. Still, a far better reason is that a just spanked boy looks especially good naked with his bare buns nice and red around the place and for sure touching them while they remain hot has advantages. A boy around here ultimately learns to accept that whether he likes them displayed and touched or not. Julian did not need taught that part.
Instead, Julian this afternoon seemed to crave it. He made no motion to even appears to want to slip his shorts back on and instead he seemed to be comfortable with his own nakedness around me at that point. That too is not unusual if you have spanked your boy right.
As most young men do after being spanked well, Julian came close to me without being told to and he put his arms around me. For sure my hands strayed to his hot young buns as I wanted to, but I also hugged him back. He seemed to seek both comfort and reassurances.
"I'm sorry, Cal. I know I said only one hour so you had to spank me and I don't mind telling you I thank you for it either. I'll tell you the truth. No one spanked before I met you. Not even once, but I know you're going to do it to me and you're going to train me for sure. It feels good to be so sure about that now. And I'll be more careful from now on, though, for sure. I promise you that. I mean I don't like it at all when you're spanking me, but, OK, I know you're gonna' be spanking me from now on, so it's just gonna' happen. "
He smiled nicely even though his face was still streaked from the tears he had been shedding. He still had that good looking New England preppy manner about him, especially when he flashed that extra cute smile like now. Julian's young, a bit lanky but still rather nicely built body was completely naked as he hugged me. And I hugged him back though I was completely dressed. The contrast between the two of us right at that moment could not have been more obvious. The heat still radiating from his very hot, bare spanked buns was enticing, almost captivating.
"If you mean that, you've got to understand your life is going to be far different around me than just some occasional fantasy?" I questioned him while my own hands continued to enjoy his hot tight buns.
"Got it! I got it for sure! No question being here even this little bit so far has more than convinced me of that! It's not what I expected. I mean, maybe you don't know what it's like to dream about meeting someone who takes charge and provides you discipline whether I want it or not but yet is still reasonable? Growing up all my life I always knew I needed a spanking. Other boys got 'em but no one paid much attention to me. I wanted them to. I mean I used to dream when I was in high school of my dad coming home some night and looking at my grades and taking me up stairs to my room for one. And I always knew in my dream he'd pull my clothes off and force me over his lap to get it naked too. I wanted it so much but I was afraid of it too. But it never happened even when my grades were lousy. He'd just tell me to study harder, but I always wanted him to force me up stairs and make me study harder. That part never happened."
"My folks were always there and gave me anything I wanted, sure; but they were always busy with parties and business things that it just wasn't the same. I used to do things to make them spank me, and with my Uncle too even. I mean I was a real brat sometimes, but they never did anything about it. Never. OK a few time outs and taking away privileges and crap like that. That's all.
"Then when I sort of half came out later, I thought the leather scene would give it to me. So I used to hang around some of those bars and I never had any trouble attracting attention. One guy I remember told me one night I looked really hot dressed like I was and he told me that any boy dressed in jeans that tight needed to be spanked for wearing them. I looked at him and he was smiling down at me. I remember feeling really hot when he said those words and hoping he was gonna' follow through and do it to me too, I mean just grab me and take me to his place and rip 'em down and spank me for real for wearing them. So I remember looking down and saying 'Sorry, Sir,' and hoping he was gonna' just grab me by the arm and take me with him and spank me. He even asked me, I remember, if I needed a spanking for it? And I remember saying 'Yes, Sir' and looking at him and all and knowing he was strong enough to really spank me no matter how much I struggled. It was dark in that place but I knew he was gonna' take me and I'd be getting one and crying my eyes out. Yea, it was hot, at least it was for me, and I looked at him and really wanted him to. But then, he asked me if it was really OK with me if he spanked me? I just flipped. Hell, I didn't want somebody to ask me if I wanted it! I wanted him to just do it, so I didn't say anything and so he got all apologetic and started asking me if I knew it could hurt and all that B. S. I mean Hell! I wanted him to just do it, but he wouldn't!"
"I mean I was so mad when I walked out of that place and blew him off but at least then I knew then for sure I wanted more than somebody who was going to ask my permission and then take me home and even beat me for an evening. I mean with some of the men I saw that I thought were potentials, OK, the beating would be OK if that what he did; sure, I'd be willing to take it, even more; but I didn't want to be asked permission and I didn't want just a 'Saturday night special.' I wanted it to be real. I mean is it so wrong to want someone who would be interested in me? You know, really just interested in me and where I could feel open and comfortable about me too, and, sure, where I'd know I'd feel his discipline anytime he wanted me to? What's so wrong with that? Hell, I wanted him to decide and just pull me over and do it to me. I looked but I never found anybody at all though I got lots of free beers and other offers. I never went with anybody. One night I got so mad I burned those jeans."
He hugged me more tightly, but he continued. "Then that Slave Auction my friend took me to was suppose to be for guys into discipline, you know, for guys like me who want some from another guy and guys who want to give it, but it scared me. I'm not really sure why? Maybe because it was too staged and too public even with that hefty entry fee? I was almost about to walk off that stage I felt so silly, but then the doc bid on me. I was stunned and so scared. I didn't think I could pull it off after all. But the doc knew how to take charge of me and I knew I was going to finally get it. The way he felt my _c_o_c_k_ and ass in front of everybody, I knew this was going to be it for sure! He didn't care who was watching him feel me either. And he made it clear he had a paddle waiting for me to make sure my ass served him anyway he wanted me to! That's exactly how he put it. _s_h_i_t_, I was going to get it this weekend for sure! That really turned me on too 'cause he said it when others were looking at us and I think heard him and he had a hold of me too. I mean no one ever grabbed my ass like that. I mean it was clear I was gonna' be his!"
"Gee, I never felt so high in my life when he told me that paddle was waiting for my ass! I wanted it. I wanted it so bad I could almost feel it! But then, _d_a_m_n_ it! When the doc said he was going to take me back and whip me, that scared the hello out of me! And he would have to. I know he would have. I panicked, I guess. But he didn't want to know me at all. Hell, he just wanted to whip a body! He didn't even asked my name."
Julian seemed to be almost crying, but I couldn't tell for sure. All I could tell was how extremely tightly he was holding on to me.
"When he ran away when he saw you standing there, part of me was glad but part of me wasn't. So, what the hell. I was determined to be myself with you. You seemed OK and interested maybe in me and you didn't flinch when I sort of hinted what I wanted. But you didn't just punish me either. You let me come in and you didn't just rush anything and into my shorts and all and spank me and send me home with a sore ass or anything even when that's what I wanted you to do right away. Jeeze I was up for it and wanted it so bad! But then, when you finally did spank me, boy, you really spanked me. You can't know how that made me feel when you started to take 'em down and all and being here and all, after dreaming about it and all for years. I've never thought it would be like this. Yeah, awesome and I know it's just beginning. Jeeze I'm glad I stumbled in here and I'm not ashamed to admit I asked for it either. I want it. I want it for real. I want you to spank me anytime you think you should. Please."
Julian's head seemed to almost dig further into my chest. I was enjoying this young man and especially patting his hot little fanny. As I probably said before, there are the moments that make all the time and trouble it takes to care for and mentor a boy worth it. Right now was one of them.
I held Julian like that for the longest time while he calmed down in my arms. Words were not necessary. We stayed like that for the longest time until finally I noticed the time on the clock. It would soon be sunset.
"Look," I said. "Let's celebrate a friendship a bit. Go get dressed now and we'll head down to a place I know that's especially nice for drinks at sunset. I'd like to take you there."
"Really?" he seemed surprised.
"Why not?"
"OK, if you want to. Sounds good to me."
After a quick shower for both of us, during which he never stopped talking, we both slipped into some things loose and casual and walked down to a fish market café with tables overlooking the water. It was the beginning of a pleasant evening. Julian looked good, but again he reeked very New England preppy even down to the penny loafers he produced from inside that tote bag! Never mind, I was happy to have him along.
Drinks saw the sun go down and then with the candle in the hurricane lamp flickering, we decided to continue on to the catch of the day and talked for hours while the cool coastal air and smell from the sea and the fish added to the comfortableness of the whole evening.
Julian almost never stopped talking. I just listened and was happy to do so. He just about covered his whole upper crust childhood as I listened, then I learned, as I had expected somehow, that in the city he was studying art and design with some drama thrown in. Apparently he was doing well too. His manners and at easiness were apparent as he mostly dealt with the waiter, selected the meal, and, in general, took charge. But through it all he never really stopped telling me about himself and his dreams for his own future.
To be perfectly honest, I could not find anything wrong with him.
He was enjoying a weak nightcap while I was still sipping the same wine. We had been there almost all evening and it was late now as was evidenced by the way the moon's reflection was shimmering over the waters.
Again he brought it up. "I hope you want to get to know me much better?" he said, "cause for sure I want to get to know you. I don't want this to have been just a great holiday weekend that I'll never forget, I promise you."
I smiled over my wine glass and looked at him carefully. Even though I still did not know enough about him and was not sure all he meant by that, I made one of those on the spot decisions.
"Sure, I glad to get to know you more too and have you around whenever." Though I spoke on the spot, I meant it. There was just something nice about him.
Julian smiled and seemed to relax. Somehow it was if I was sharing an evening with a very old friend indeed.
"But I don't want to mislead you about my expectations," I added.
"Ah, you mean you're going to stay in charge of things with me and that means I'm gonna' have to get used to getting spanked?" He pronounced almost every word with a glee that made him sound much younger and less mature than the university aged preppy sitting across the table he was.
I raised my glass his way, this time my water glass. "Yes, I'd say it's a fair assumption to conclude that I'll continue to spank you, but it's more than that you've stumbled into, my friend."
"Ah, like what?" he seemed quizzical.
"Like one of the first things you'll be doing is visiting a lumber supply place down the road. You're going to be making the punishment paddle you'll be needing."
Julian stared at me, his eyes widened from across the table and he almost seemed to gulp some.
"And we'll be putting your name on it to insure it gets good use too."
Julian turned white as his eyes dashed back and forth to the waiter who was filling out water glasses just as that point.
He leaned forward and whispered toward me, "A paddle for me? Are you going to use it often?"
"Depends on you, my boy. Depends on you, but for sure, I will use it on you. That's what it's for."
"Jeeze, Cal, that's gonna hurt!"
"Right, it's suppose to. That's why we call it your punishment paddle. Your freewheeling days are over."
"Do I have to do that?" he whispered back even more softly now.
"You know better than to ask that question." I replied using my normal voice. "And you'll also be buying a rectal thermometer just for when you need that too."
His whole face paled and then turned scarlet.
"Ah, that's going to be really horrible!"
"And we'll also take a walk tomorrow and make sure we have a few fresh switches at the house for when we need to use them as well." I smiled.
Julian's eyes opened widely, his mouth fell open, and he just looked at me.
In reply I just smiled back at him across the table. "You never know when I will need one for your ass. Your job will be to insure there are always a few fresh ones in the house. If someday I have to find my own one, I'll double your punishment with it across your bare bottom."
Julian said nothing. He just stared back at me across the table. I, in turn, remained smiling and was silent for the longest time until I finally called the waiter over and handed him my credit card. Julian had still said nothing at all. The waiter returned, I signed, and the two of us walked in silence the distance back to my place. When we had just about arrived there, Julian, in the still darkness with no one around, unexpectedly reached over and took my hand. He said nothing; nor did I.
When we ultimately arrived back at my place, I lead him around to the front porch. Julian, who had still not uttered a single word, followed beside me, still holding my hand. I sat on the stoop and he sat right beside me. The moon continued to make it a beautiful evening. Darkness was everywhere except for its soft light. It was as if he was thinking. I said nothing.
Finally he put his arm around my shoulder and hugged and snuggled up close beside me. His head he put on my shoulder too, while we both sat there quietly.
"Does that mean I'll be able to spend time with you in the city too? I mean after the holiday?" he spoke slowly and quietly.
"Yes," I replied. "As much as you want to."
"I want to, Cal," Julian responded. "I really want to."
Again there was silence as we both sat there. Eventually he spoke up again. "Guess I'm going to need to make that paddle tomorrow." Julian said. He seemed to tighten his grip around my shoulder.
"Guess I'm going to use it on you when you do." I replied.
"That's the part I'm not sure I'm looking forward to," he sounded sincere now.
"Maybe I am?" I smiled and gently kissed him.
Julian stiffened but kissed me back.
"Come on, my boy." I added this time. "Time I take you inside before I find myself doing something I don't want to do in public. I want these clothes off you."
He looked up and smiled at me and quickly kissed me again, but this time he grabbed my arm and kept holding it as I fumbled for my key and we went inside together. Julian needed some attention.
The door shut behind us. Moments later his pants could be heard falling to a clump down around his ankles.
Even more moments later after that Julian was before me. He was naked, completely stripped of all his clothing. This young man would learn obedience.
to be continued . . . Using the old Classical Manual to spank a boy . . .