Fate had been kind. I'd not slap it in the face, nor complain. Aaron and Larry now both lived under a stern but always reasonable regime. I went about life as usual while increasing things firmly but not harshly or unkindly. . . simply firmly and always fairly, the kind of upbringing boys that age need applied today. Both did well.
The rules posted on the refrigerator door months ago for Larry were now all applied to Aaron as well. The paddles were increasingly well used as both boys, not well known for self confidence, attainments, or self discipline, now found this to be their goal.
Both boys understood discipline would be dealt out liberally, frequently, and any time either one need it -- and it was. At times I'd spank one after the other, with or without their agreement, in the kitchen or living room; but usually I kept their correction and motivational sessions over my knee private and very personal in a bedroom or the woodworking room where things could be handled even more seriously.
Larry continued in school and I continued to review his homework, to be sure. His grades remained high and actually got higher, and well they should. Each night as I tutored him, I took off his tight jeans at the first sign of less than perfect comprehension. Once down for correction, my hand on his ass, his jeans stayed off for the evening. Often I spanked him on his low cut, white cotton briefs, ones that looked particularly attractive with his tight ass stretched over my lap, waiting. He was told to wear the type I liked on him, slim hip hugging ones that fit his buns, separating them distinctly like a second skin. I enjoyed spanking him in them and I knew he favored them as well. Yet, ultimately they too came off insuring he'd not forget a point or two. It was easy to regain his full attention after a few well aimed slaps with the palm of my hand on his crystal white buns and turning them rosy, then red. After he'd continue his homework, his ass bare and smarting while he sat at his desk memorizing or resting on a pillow at the word processor finishing a paper.
For Larry, nothing in his life had changed at all because of Aaron's presence around the place in the evenings.
But it was Aaron who unfortunately found himself held to a higher standard now and spanked more than he had been used to, or wanted. I liked taking a paddle upstairs at the end of the evening and turning him over my knee! Aaron, after all, had begun to understand there was more in all of this as he began to develop his own mastery of submission. I, in turn, had begun to understand how much I enjoyed spanking him and the pleasure to be derived from educating this young man -- before, during, and especially after.
Aaron had unexpectedly become part of my family, but his exotic, always tanned hairless skin, flowing black hair and perfect smile, made him a welcome addition. Dressed in tailored slacks most of the time, occasionally 501's, Aaron radiated untamed _s_e_x_uality and an unabandoned wildness that always made controlling and disciplining him enticing and exciting, no matter how often I chose to do it. Some of the more erotic aspects and deeper aspects that can be found in some, though rare, young men began building up inside of him. Some days he'd do or say things explicitly knowing I would challenge him and strip him. He knew he needed it and at times would surprise me by asking quietly during dinner -- "I've had a bad day, didn't accomplish much, and could sure profit from some time over your knee tonight, get back on track" -- or he would come quietly into my room late at night with his hair flowing and only wearing jeans and a G-string. In his hand would be a paddle, a sly smile on his face. Slowly and easy I would strip him down completely, spank or paddle his bare ass over my knee, and take him hard. I enjoyed those night! He was a beautiful young man! His movements were always subtly erotic on those occasions. He knew what he was doing. Kathy had open the door to his deepest needs just a bit, but he knew he wanted a man to take control.
When Aaron was given a guest room, he'd expressed concern about the paddle hanging right inside his door. What if someone saw it handing there? Although I'd hung it there for handy use to keep Larry in line, Aaron felt I'd be more likely to use it on him if it were so obvious and handy. It continued to hand there, but he was right! I did use it on him frequently, despite his objections, keeping his bare bottom nicely red and openly stripped as much as possible. Few young men have bare bottoms as sculptured, extremely attractive and crystal white, worthy of open display as Aaron had. Aaron had been so truly blessed that one effective discipline that always got through to him quickly was the threat to keep him in just his white jock, regardless as to who might come over. That young man found himself confined to that around the house rather frequently, but he never, ever got used to having his bare bottom so delightfully on open display with his jock bulging! As he hated it so much, it was an effective method of control.
Most mornings before he went out the door, I had him across my knees in the kitchen as promised. I kept his ass red and wanted him that way! Even if we were in a rush, I took the time to give him some personal attention with his slacks and typically his briefs down to the kitchen floor. It turned out to be a very pleasant and rewarding way to begin the day!
I can appreciate someone saying that I spanked him too much, especially on those mornings; but, on the other hand, remember Aaron was not a young high school boy like Larry. Instead, Aaron was a mature young man finally exploring some deep needs and feelings, he felt had always been there, that had finally begun to emerge when a combination of the young man's hormones and his initial captivation with Kathy propelled him to go home with her and begin his personal journey. All I had added with the structure of a more family-centered household and a man's hand insuring him he needed better goals and progress in his life for his own future. If he didn't like my educational methods and applications of such on his bare bottom, well, he was always free to move on!
Aaron didn't move on after those mornings when I pulled down his slacks and briefs and spanked him. Instead he moved closer.
While Aaron's tailored slacks or 501's were always tempting targets for his frequent spankings and paddlings, in his case, it was a different brief I had now required him to wear. Unlike Larry's, his were cut very high up the cheek sides, thin and high around the hips and very low in the front to permit a peak of his pubic hair tantalizingly visible whenever he was limited to them. The front of his briefs showed off his goodly sized _c_o_c_k_ and balls seductively and nicely, the way he'd stuff them inside them. His swim brief was equally appealing and attractive on his body. These decisions had been mine. He knew better that to raise any objections. Yet, he relished the attention he received in them.
While this young man was exceptionally exotically attractive, with or without his clothing, if he realized it, he never let it be known. Aaron was just a normal and often shy guy who happened to be blessed with a naturally muscularly defined and sublimely sculpted body, close to hairless. He was easily embarrassed, blushed frequently, and never comfortable in the present of more adult men or women even though he was always naturally seductive, especially with his smile and half blink of his left large eye.
While Aaron's community college courses brought him the same homework sessions as Larry (and the same disciplinary sessions when he did less than he was capable of doing in his class work), Aaron saw his career as a model at that point in time and he knew his career depended upon keeping going, meeting people, and being positive and up, at his best at all times. Knowing what was waiting for him at home, should he fail to do his best, seemed to provide more than enough incentive. He was expected to do his best, nothing more or nothing less. Sloughing off or not succeeding was not what our small household was all about and he knew what expectations were held for him. Yes, he attained them and more.
In point of fact, Aaron was securing more and better contracts for shows and photo shoots as time moved on. He checked with me almost constantly on what he was being offered and we discussed this openly and honestly, always. Most were modern fashions, suit and tie, but many continued to be in swim wear, tight jeans, and designer briefs and underwear, areas in which his natural beauty and very photogenic reserve could be readily captured by the peering camera.
One photographer one day, I remember clearly, had caught him seductively looking back over his shoulder at the camera which also happened to have documented an ever so slight redness about the bottom of his buns in that strikingly high cut brief following a little attention earlier that morning in our own kitchen. Noticing what he had in front of his lens, the more elderly pony-tailed pot-bellied photographer took two rolls of ass shots before asking him who he was living with these days? Aaron came home perplexed at the question. He didn't know why? His naiveté was natural and refreshing, but it was just the way he was.
But a woman Ad Exec who saw and immediately liked the shots had later asked him if he'd been a "very bad boy" that last night and apparently seemed more than professionally smiling. Although Aaron didn't catch her full underlining meaning, he knew enough to answer, "Of course, sometimes I am." She had laughed about it but thereafter soon signed him as feature model for her Spring and Summer lines of underwear and swim wear, if he promised to be "a little bit bad" before the underwear shoots she then scheduled for the next day, adding "I like a man who gets what he has coming," adding, "you're lucky to have someone guiding you."
Sure, maybe, but his solidly formed body and natural tan were the real keys to his success. He radiated in front of the camera whenever he was secure.
But Aaron had returned upset when he finally saw proof of those shots and brought a few home, still concerned and remembering her comments. When I saw the shot, he got no sympathy as he related it all. Instead what he got was a trip out back to the shed where I took his jeans and briefs down myself and spanked him across my lap.
"You're to be proud you are being brought up with corporal punishment. Do you understand that, Aaron?"
His tears answered. I blistered his bare bottom insuring it would be red for his shoot the next day and a bit more the next morning. My best sessions with Aaron were always when he felt strongly he didn't deserve it. I loved every moment of breaking him down over my lap, physically restraining him with my own strength, until he saw it my way. Frequently it took awhile.
As for Aaron, his jobs increased. The photographer did a whole series of wilder, jungle-type shots with him in a loin cloth for a European magazine and his bank account became even more stable. He, though, did absolutely nothing but professional shots.
These days both boys were spanked now either together or alone, whenever and as I decided. Aaron and I, though, especially came to enjoy the personal time I took each morning to pull his slacks down after breakfast as he was about to go out the door.
Typically, Larry got spanked more often after school or swim practice when we both got home or during the evening while I was working with his homework. Often when I'd planned to give it to him, I have him wear those black nylon jogging shorts or a clean jock. That classic white strap nicely hugged his basket and highlighted his ass when he walked around the house in only his strap. But it was real handy when I wanted to turn him over my lap for a quickie. At times Larry walked around the house in that strap just to please me, I knew now. He was growing and developing beautifully and always seemed radiant about one thing or another. In high school and in sports he was very popular, dated widely, and lever lacked for friends who simply accepted me as his new "dad."
Weekends were spent in sports and hiking and camping in the mountains on that great natural island where we were then living, but both boys knew to watch themselves even there as I was especially fond of paddling them at night around a campfire or beside the trail over a log. Aaron thrived on the tension of possibly being stripped and spanked outside. Larry was mortified and did everything possible to avoid it. Unfortunately, he didn't always succeed!
Aaron had made it clear he wanted a chance to spank Larry, but I had make it even clearer that he was not to do so.
Sunday's always included time for homework and studying, but also visiting friends now and then. Don still dropped in, as did Harry and Tom.
The change in Tom over these months was very noticeable and for the better. The look on Tom's face told who was in charge now. It was obvious Harry had adopted my methods and was whipping the young lad's bottom much more frequently. It was even more obvious Tom now had a healthy, positive fear of the much older man who no longer hesitated to yank his pants down and pull him over his lap for a good one when he needed it. In fact Harry did exactly that several of times a week now, if we were to believe young Tom's frequent telephone complaints to Larry, but it couldn't be too serious. Harry was just too old, too huge, and too weak to seriously spank anyone that way.
"You can't believe how serious Harry is about all this." I overheard Tom tell Larry when the two of them were sitting on the back stoop one afternoon.
"What'd ya mean?" Larry had asked.
"Well, like every chance he gets he reminds me about how your grades went up when Cal started spanking you."
"They did."
"I know but with Harry, I mean as fat and old and everything as he is, he just uses it as an excuse to depants me and feel my _c_o_c_k_ and ass and all. Yeah, he'll slap my ass and all, but it really don't hurt at all unless he goes and gets the stupid ping pong paddle he bought. He does that a lot now, but lots of times he also finds some excuse at night to get me bare up and over his knees."
"So he's really not spanking you at all?"
"Not really. Harry get's his thrills ordering me to take my pants off and then patting my ass a bit. To tell you honestly, I wish he wasn't such a nandy-pandy fairy. I know he's doing a lot to try to help me out and all, but I really prefer a real man. You know, one who just up and does what he wants and really gives it to me sometimes, when he wants to regardless of my objections. Harry just ain't like that. But even if he was, I still don't think his spanking me would have any effect at all on my grades."
"Good thing you don't live here. You'd change real fast. Like, I mean like, when Cal tells me to do something I do it real fast or there's hell to pay. And I know just how I'm going to have to pay it." He paused and shifted his body, "Believe me, when he decides to give it to me, I'm gonn'a get it on my bare ass and I'm really gonn'a get it! I mean like, it isn't easy to sit after Cal's given me one. Remember that one time he spanked you? That was nothing. And with Aaron, well, he gets it the same as I do."
"Aaron get's his ass spanked?" Tom seemed very surprised
"You got it."
"Wow! All right! That's hot! You ever seen him get one?"
"Sure." Larry replied openly, "lots of times."
"Man, I'd love to see Aaron get it, like at his age it must be embarrassing as hell," Tom smiled. "I mean like I thought with Aaron out of high school and working and all, he was too old to still get it bare assed like." Larry laughed and looked at his friend in disbelief. "But, to be honest like, I'd really like to see you take a hard one too, like I'll bet you'd be really hot looking all naked and stretched over Cal's lap, getting it."
Larry laughed. "Hey, Tom, thanks a lot. I mean OK, I like you too! But just stick around long enough and I'm sure you will. Cal doesn't care who's around when he decides to do it to either of us."
"Be careful." Larry added as an after fact, "He might just decide to give it to you, too!"
"No way, Jose! To tell you the truth, I'm afraid of him."
Larry just laughed and stood up. "Don't be. Hey, like some nights around here, Cal'll just toss me a new jock or a pair or briefs or something and tell me to put them on. And I do. On those nights, I'm pretty sure he's gonna' give me one later."
"You don't mind that?" Tom seemed shocked!
"Hell, no." Larry spoke honestly, "Cal's given me everything. He took me in when my folks split. If he wants me in a pair of _s_e_x_y shorts, why not? I kind'a like it now myself. Kind'a interesting sometimes. What I don't like is when he's actually whipping me. Yes, it's hurts! But, there isn't anything I can do about it. He just happens to believe in corporal punishment, I guess, and I gotta' admit he's straightened me out. . .."
I stopped listening behind the screen door and went back in through the kitchen deciding I'd have a long talk with Harry next chance I got. I knew a guy now who needed his ass spanked for sure. I got my chance the next Wednesday when Harry unexpectedly dropped by my Office at about noon and suggested I join him for lunch since he was on the big island on business. Over lunch, I asked him how it was going and he let loose and talked on and on about Tom. Finally, I told him about the conversation I had overheard and Harry hit the roof.
"_s_h_i_t_, that little kid, I'll paddle his little bare fanny so hard tonight he won't sit down for a month!"
"Sounds like a good idea to me," I said.
"But he's right about one thing. I do like seeing his little butt naked and his _c_o_c_k_ hanging out. God, he's got a _s_e_x_y one. You don't ever just strip Larry down and take him over your knees just to feel him up?"
"No, when I want to see Larry like that I take his pants away for a night or so and make him walk around without them, or I have him put on something I like to see him in."
"Really?"
"Hell, yes, that's what a boy is for."
"You do that to the other one too, the older one?"
"You mean Aaron?" I questioned.
"Yea, that's his name." He replied.
"Well, sure. I keep him in a skimpy pair of briefs around the house a lot of the time. He's older remember."
"Jeeez, I'd love to see that."
"Well, come by some evening. I'll strip 'em down for you if you really want to see him that badly."
"Can I come by Friday night?"
"Whooh. Kind'a fast, but sure, I guess. You gonna' bring Tom."
"Yes."
"So, what do you want to see?"
"I'd like to see what both of them got, and maybe, like compare asses?"
"How about both in shorts?"
"Sounds fine to me, but can we take them off too?"
"Harry, you're being too timid. Just tell a boy to take them off or pull them down yourself. Aaron and Larry are my boys and they'll do what you tell them to or answer directly to me later. They know that. Your problem is you haven't understood how to take charge of a boy. It's the same reason you're having trouble with Tom. You don't just break him down the first night and then tickle his ass with a few pats there after. No. You got to teach him who's in charge. You break him down the first time and then you continue to give it to him hard until he's convinced you mean business. And every time you take him over your knees you make sure you burn his little bare ass. If that means the paddle, or whatever, so be it; just make sure you teach him that whenever he does less than you expect, his pants come down, and over he goes for a long hard dose of re-education that's gonna hurt. Boys like these learn best through liberal applications of a paddle on their bare bottoms, but they're naturally forgetful at this age so you gott'a keep reminding them and keep 'em moving forward. On the other hand, when you decide you want to look at him or play with his butt for whatever reason, be the man, just take his pants away from him for the evening, or make him wear what you want him to wear, nothing more. Teach him who's in charge here."
"I don't think it would work with Tom. He's too stubborn. Or, maybe I just can't paddle him as hard as you paddle Larry and Aaron. Remember I'm a hell of a lot older than you are." Harry said.
"Nah, I really don't think that has anything to do with it. Just use a heavier paddle, or get a small whip, a tassel, or whatever works for you. Or, hell, leave Tom with us for a few weeks, we'll break him in for you."
"Actually, that's not a bad idea. I was wondering how I might bring up continuing a bit more with you anyway. I need to go back to family for a few days anyway" Harry smiled. "I'll bring him along. How about Friday evening?"
"OK, but tell me truthfully now. What is it you want from Tom you're not getting?"
"Actually, what I expect in return for room, board, and getting him out of probation, is respect and obedience. When I say be home at seven, I expect him to be there. When I help him with homework, I expect him to try. And, well, he's a good looking kid so I'd like to be able to look him over, touch him a bit, and you know I enjoy paddling a boy's ass so I'd like him to get into that as well, if he could." Harry looked into his coffee cup.
"Nothing wrong with any of that, but you gotta' understand it isn't a matter of what he wants, it's a matter of you're taking control and that's that! Tom's got a cute body and a nice ass, so take it, that's it. If he doesn't obey, kick it out on the street, period. He'll obey. Make sure you bring him along Friday."
"OK, but, ah, remember. It's what Larry and Aaron's got that I'd really like to see."
"Harry, you're still missing it. If you want to see what the boy's have got, unzip their fly and take a look at them, or strip them down, just tell them what to take off. They'll obey an order from you, but I'll have then in jocks and shorts Friday night anyway. Maybe we'll paddle them together, assuming they've done something by then. But remember, you're bringing Tom along and if you're going to take my boy's pants off, I get options on his."
"Tom will never do that."
"How much do ya' want to bet?"
"Dinner at the Top of the Pin."
"You're on, but my boys are included."
"Ah, OK, and visa versa."
"So, I gotta' get back to the office. Catch you Friday, say about 7:00." We paid the bill and went our separate ways. Harry did seen old, fat, and tired, as he huffed and puffed his way out of there. Maybe he was just too out of shape?
"I don't think it would work with Tom. He's too stubborn. Or maybe I just can't paddle him as hard as you paddle Larry and Aaron. I'm a lot older than you are remember." Harry had said.
I had to get back to the office, so we paid the check and parted. I'd see him and Tom Friday night. In the meantime, I thought about how I might orchestrate Friday night. Aaron had been through several session with others around when he was under Kathy, but this would be a first for Larry. He'd adapt! But no games. And no one touches Larry!
(to be continued. . ..)