When the phone rang that night, I answered it not expecting much more than the usual calls or another telemarketer. It was Kathy on the other end asking if she and "a friend" could come up from the city and spend the next weekend. Kathy was an old and good friend, but I still quizzed her on who the "friend" was. The last thing I needed was a bull dyke rage and Kathy swung in different ways depending on her mood. No, this time it was just a weekend out of the city with a guy she described as her "boyfriend?" Larry was going with the swim team that weekend anyway, so what the heck. I warned her I had taken in a high school kid as his guardian and didnt want anything unusual around the house when he was there, and she was a responsible enough a business women for me to be sure that when she said, "Fine," shed stick to it.
When she and this latest "boyfriend" arrived, I was taken back. She and Aaron arrived that Friday evening as Larry and I were just finishing dinner. She was dressed in a beautiful cream tailored suit with every blond hair, and all make-up, perfect. Kathy was stunning, well built, and an extremely down-to-earth nice human being -- when she wanted to be.
Aaron was also dressed in a perfectly tailored tan suit with a gorgeous Italian soft green silk tie. He was slightly taller than she was and handsome enough to model for fashion magazines. I found out later, he had! His cloths were well tailored; his slacks, form fitting. When he walked those slacks displayed his basket and assets explicitly, nicely, very tastefully, but not crudely. His hair was coal black, shoulder length, tied back in a pony tail, showing a single diamond stud ear ring in his right ear, and making his winning smile even more attractive. Exotically blown skinned, appealing, confident, outgoing, very handsome. He seemed to have it all. No wonder she liked him!
Together they looked like the perfect jet-set couple up from the big city. Larry immediately took to her. She was that kind of person. Everyone liked her and she took an interest in everyone. Aaron was also nice, friendly, and all, but he didnt radiate her immediate warmth and acceptance.
After a while Larry went off into the kitchen to finish cleaning up while we took drinks out on the porch. She had told, literally told, Aaron to "go slip into something more casual" and he had immediately gone into the guest room with a small bag. I was a bit surprised at the directness with which she told her young stud what to do, but then Kathy was always full of surprises.
"So, come on, tell me," I said bluntly when we were alone on the porch, "whos the stud? That kids got a body and talk about buns of steel? Houseboy, huh?"
"You got it!" She smiled. "Maybe you wantta see how tight they are some time?."
We both laughed.
"But what about your boy? He might be younger, but Id guess hes well endowed."
I repeated. Guardian. No games. No funny business.
"You mean to tell me you arent training him?"
"Thats right. Im just helping him out a bit."
"_s_h_i_t_, if that hunk was around my house, Id keep him in a tight thong on display. I bet, hed look real well in a body harness with a butt plug up his tight little ass. Looks to me like a great ass to spank! Id love to do it when he misbehaves." She smiled.
"Looking at Aaron, Id guess you already have one to spank, if I know you."
She laughed, I knew she would respect my wishes to leave Larry alone, but I couldnt stop her from looking.
Larry had come back and sat down now. A minute later Aaron also bounded out the porch door and sat on the stoop at her feet. He rested his right arm on her left leg. Hed changed to tight denim jeans and an unbuttoned jacket, no shirt, leaving his chest exposed. Around his neck he wore a thin gold choke collar and had on black leather boots. His basket was bulging enough that I assumed she forced him to wear a _c_o_c_k_ ring under his jeans. Sitting there, his big black eyes looking up at her, he reached up and took her hand. To the outside world, they looked like just another attractive couple in love, but to me I knew there had to be more to it that that.
Kathy, as if she knew what I was thinking, explained they had met at a "ladies only review" one night. Larry didnt know what that meant but I did not explain further. Aaron had done some underwear modelling and was working on an acting career and dancing when work was slow.
She kept stealing stares at Larry. I knew what she was thinking; but, Larry seemed to enjoy her and Aaron as well, for as soon as she invited us to visit the big city some weekend, Larry immediately jumped on it, "Could we?" Id think about it. Larry had to leave soon thereafter for the regional swim meet trip and would return late Sunday afternoon.
After he left, Kathy told Aaron to bring in the suitcases from the car and while he was doing it she filled me in.
"Aarons new to the scene, as if you cant tell," she began. "No one had apparently ever told him what to do before I ordered him to follow me home that first night and made him strip in the garage. You should have seen the look on his face! You know me. My way or get out! But, he obeyed immediately and fell right into it. I think secretly hes always dreamed about it but had too much ego to face it. Ive been putting him through the paces. Hes real good when I have him drop his pants and bring out the paddle. I want to take him up to the cabin for a weekend soon and really break him down. What do you think of him? Like him?"
"Hell, yes. The guys a walking stud. Cute, too. Of course I like him."
"Good, I was hoping you would." She seemed satisfied as we watched him lug up suitcases from the car and take them inside. As he passed us on the porch I noticed his ass again and remembered those nicely tailored slacks now hanging inside.
"And Ill bet I know who supervised the tailoring of those slacks he had on when you arrived. You like to show off his ass, dont you? Got a _c_o_c_k_ ring on him?"
"No, hes a stud, I told you, but, yes, I took him to a tailor friend of mine. He was embarrassed as hell at the way she was kidding him, but, too bad. Thats the suit hes been going to modelling jobs in. No wonder he always gets called back for a second look, huh." She laughed at her own joke. "The problem is the performance of his body doesnt match the intelligence in the mind, but, hell, a stud like that, who cares?"
"Indeed." I agreed out loud.
"But I brought him up for a reason. Aarons never been under a guy. Its an experience Id like him to have. I want him to feel a Man, not just me."
She looked at me and then I saw where this was leading.
"Can I leave him and go out with the girls tonight? I was hoping youd be willing to take him tonight, maybe put him through his paces." She winked at me. "After all, he wasnt very gentlemanly to me in the car on the drive up here."
Just as I started smiling, Aaron came out the door and sat down beside her, again at her feet. "Were you, Baby?" She fingered his lips with her long nails and mouthed him a kiss as he looked up confused at her question.
I looked him over again. He was exotic enough to be interesting. Kathy knew how my tastes ran. There he was, extra long flowing hair, chiselled dark face, and so far, a good personality radiating soft masculinity. The part of his chest and abdomen on display where his jacket parted showed promise of a nicely formed body to boot. Besides, I had nothing planned for the evening.
"Huh? What you say, Kathy?" He looked up at her, then at me. "What are you two talking about?" Neither of us responded for a minute or two.
"Oh, nothing, Baby, I was just telling Cal how you werent much of a gentleman to me in the car on the way up here." She said smiling, playing with his hair. "Making me get all tired doing all the driving and all. A lady needs more tender care, dont you think?"
"Hey, you were the one who insisted on driving my car up here, remember." He thought she was joking but I sensed more.
"Yea? Well, silly me, whatever could I have been thinking, but Aaron, please dont talk to me in that tone of voice," She said becoming a bit stern while running her fingers seductively through his shoulder length hair, unloosening the pony tail holder so his long hair fell free. One hand moved inside his jacket and tweaked his pec. He made no resistance. "You know what happened the last time you took that tone with me. Dont you, Aaron?"
"Huh?" The stud hadnt caught on. He looked somewhat startled, but he was beginning to respond to her handling him. His basket had begun showing signs of strain. He was kissing her thigh, letting her continue to play with his chest, pushing his jacket more open, and run her finger nails slowly down lower, close to his belt. He seemed very much into her and enjoying her touch even in my presence.
"Ah, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron," she cooed, "dont think you can change the subject just by getting loving now. After all, you didnt show much interest earlier," She took his head in both her hands as his hands started to reach around her waist. "Really? Dont you remember what happened last time at all?"
"Come on, Baby, let me close to you." He said still starting a pass at her. She was beautiful, but Id seen other men make that mistake before. His hands reached around her.
"Hum," she moaned as he kissed her stomach, "Not bad for a starters, but woo, slow down, Aaron. Let me remind you about the last time. Dont you remember when I had to take your jeans down and spank your little bare bottom for you with my paddle?"
Immediately he turned scarlet, pulling back from her, and looking straight at me, obviously very embarrassed, confused.
"Well, dont you, Aaron?"
His eyes darted between us furiously. He was humiliated with me there and didnt seem to know how to respond now.
"Well then, Aaron baby, if you really dont remember, just maybe Mummy needs to spank your little bare bottom just again right now, only a little bit harder, so you dont forget so quickly. What does my Baby say to that now? Want to go get Mummys paddle? Time to drop those jeans down?"
"No, its not necessary. I remember." He spoke bluntly, matter-of fact. His face was becoming redder. He was looking at me now, concerned about my presence. "I wont forget again. I promise. Im sorry, Kathy. Lets just forget it for now, please."
"Well, now, isnt that just so sweet. I know you dont want me to spank your little bare bottom right now, but dont you think I should make that decision myself."
"Yea, sure, ah, I guess, but Im cool, Kathy. Lets just keep it that way for now, Baby, huh."
Aaron was telling her to back off, resisting her pushing.
"Well, but now, did you bring in my little paddle in its case just in case I decide to spank you anyway, Aaron?"
He was very embarrassed, agitated now! He looked hot, very hot! But, his movements were not at all confident now. I was watching her force him into a scene he did not want, couldnt control, but knew he couldnt prevent if she really pushed it.
"Well, then now, dont you think you should go get it? I want to show it to Cal?" Her voice was feminine, sweet, _s_e_x_y, but direct and clear nevertheless.
"Ah, sure. Ah, if you say so. Ill get it right away. Its in the trunk."
He walked away quickly, his ass nicely filling out those jeans as he walked. She winked behind his back, but said nothing. In minute or so he returned with a small leather case hand made to carry her tiny but very effective leather paddle. I had seen her use it before. It was deadly I knew.
"Well, Aaron, what are you waiting for?" She said as he stood there on the porch. "Take it out and show it to Cal?"
"Please," he balked as she wanted him to. "You dont want me to take it out here in the open. Do you?" Aaron was sweating now. He was clearly very nervous and new, not into this public sort of thing with me sitting there smiling. His eyes kept darting to look at me. Who was I? What was I thinking about all this? How should he respond to her with me here!
"Of course I do, Aaron." The tone of her voice became sterner. "Didnt you ever get your bottom paddled on your front porch at home when you were a teenage boy?"
"No!" He was adamant now.
"Well, maybe thats why you need it paddled here now. Now show it to him."
He stared at her in shock. Then gingerly and carefully, Aaron unzipped the case and took out her paddle, handing it to me. I took my time, letting him sweat and worry. He sat there now on the porch floor beside her, his head resting on her lap. He was nuzzling her thigh in a vain attempt to change all of this and take more control himself. She reached down playing with his long hair flow freely over his shoulders. It make him seem even more wild, more exotic, and much more _s_e_x_y, sitting there in denim, waiting.
"Looks like it could do a fair job on Aarons ass, if it were bare." I said swinging it against my palm, looking directly at him. He winced visibly when I used his name.
"I know it can, and I know Aarons been naughty and could use some correction." She said roughly, tossing his head away from her thigh. "Stand up, Aaron!" He immediately obeyed her.
"I know what my little boy really needs, dont I, Aaron?"
"Yes, maam." He looked directly at her, but his eyes continued darting toward me. Aaron was certainly very conscious of standing there on the front porch unsure what she might do next, but he knew better than to cross her.
Kathy reached up and pulled his tight zipper down. He stood rigid, gritting his teeth. Then she unbuttoned his pants top button and pulled them slowly down off his waist. Underneath were soft white cotton briefs. His Levi shirt-jacket was open and hung down freely. With one hand she pushed it slightly back off his shoulders exposing more of his chest with its rigid developed pec muscles and tits, and the best developed stomach muscles I had seen in years. His hair flowed freely. His lips were tightly sealed, his eye closed, he was 100% at attention.
"Come on, Aaron. Now lets just lay your cute little bottom over my lap so I can give my little boy what he really needs. I know I should have stopped along the way and given you what you needed then, but NOWs fine, now isnt it, Aaron?"
He looked at her, then at me, and for a moment I thought pain evident on his face meant he would refuse and walk away, but I was wrong. Kathy had trained him well, for he obeyed her and stretched himself across his lap there on the front porch. His face was in my direction and he kept looking my way, very embarrassed and tense, but he made no objection, other than gritting his teeth, as she rolled his white briefs just down off his ass and exposed it bare and naked there over her lap in the dusk air. It looked good, firm, and especially tight as he was clenching his cheeks together. Just the way I like it. I was watching, thinking how Id handle Aaron later.
She ran her fingers over it, delving into the crevice between his buns with her finger nail, patting it, all the while talking to him about it.
"Ah, baby, its all white like. Dont worry, I know what you need, dont I?"
"Yes." He spoke quietly, tensing and relaxing his ass stretched out there so personally on the front porch. It was a good thing that the street was not too close, but it was close enough for him to worry. He was under her domination now and knew it.
He gasped as I stood and moved toward him. The paddle was in my hand. He kept stretching, looking back, concerned about what would happen next. I began feeling his cheeks with my hands and fingers slowly, inspecting it. He clenched it tightly now. Even with his long hair flowing down over his face, I knew he was sweating.
"Now, isnt this nice. Look at it. Aaron feels better already doesnt he. Ill just bet Aaron knows he needs his ass kept nice and hot. Doesnt he?" She teased.
"Yes, maam." He spoke clearly.
"Ill bet Cal knows too what Aaron needs, now doesnt he?"
"I. . . I guess so? I mean if you say so."
I continued feeling it, probing forcefully apart and more deeply than she had, feeling for his _c_o_c_k_ and balls hidden entwined in the briefs clumped there, grabbing them. He was rigid and fully erect. I nodded to her in a way that told her for sure I would discipline him for her as she had suggested earlier.
"Well, then maybe it would be better if Cal paddled you!"
"NO!" He made a motion to get up, but she pushed his head down hard.
I slapped his ass hard, leaving a red imprint.
"Owwweeeh." He jumped on her lap, looking around frantically to see what I was doing.
"Hey, this ones asking for it." I slapped his other cheek. "He needs it, but maybe he needs cleaned out first. I cant tell. A little enema might do wonders for Aarons attitude."
"No! Oh, NO! Please, Kathy, dont let him do it. Kathy, you; NO, not him . . ."
"Shut up, Aaron! It might be just what you need. Before your spanking." She was fingering him with her middle finger as he slid uncomfortably around over her lap. "Actually it would do you some good."
"So, Baby," she spoke softly now, "Mummy understands that you need your bottom warmed right now, doesnt she?"
"Yes, yes, she does." He moaned in fear that she would do it and do it right there on the front porch, but better her than me.
"But Cals here tonight, so maybe if you are real nice to him, he will do it."
"No, please!"
Her hand slapped his ass hard enough to cause him to gasp and to leave a hand print.
"Ooouuuuu. OK. OK! But, please not here!"
She pushed him roughly off his lap and he cowered on the floor looking up with real fear in his eyes. She grabbed his face, slapping it hard. He grabbed it as the red handprint appeared.
"Ill say this only once, Aaron! Im going out. Youre staying here. Youve needed a man for a long time, Aaron. Yes, I said a man, someone to take the childishness out of you. Im sure Cal will do that while Im gone. You got a great body, Aaron, but your male attitude keeps getting in the way. Maybe Cal can teach you a thing or two. I certainly hope so!"
Aaron looked up at me in horror. Kathy stood up, walked off the porch, and took off in the car. She said shed be back in a day or so.
I grabbed him by the arm and forced him to stand, pulling him toward me, as my hand reached around his waist slapping his ass hard enough to make him jerk forward.
"Please."
"Pull you jeans up, Aaron. Youre a man, not a girl!" I spoke harshly. And he obeyed immediately and tied back his hair. "Whyd you let her speak to you like that?"
"I dont know," he replied looking confused. "I guess I like the way she is with me most of the time."
I poured both of us drinks and started a more normal conversation now. Her style was not mine. Id take him, for sure, but, Id take him my way. I had set the paddle down on the table where he couldnt help but continue to see it.
"Jeeze, what do you suppose got into her?" He said. "You aint really gonna do it, are you?"
"Of course I will. Shes right."
"But Ive never, ah, with a man, before." He was concerned.
"Thats your hang up! Youre going to serve one tonight." I slammed the paddle down on the table in front of him.
We talked a bit about him, where they had met and all that and just got to know each other. Later we went out to a bar together for a drink. Don was there. I introduced them.
"So, where are you from, Aaron, and what are you doing with a guy like Cal?" He tried to make a joke.
I answered before Aaron could.
"Forget where hes from, Don. Hes just a stud whos needs his ass whipped." I spoke matter of factly. Don almost dropped his drink. Aaron turned red standing there.
"Look at the way hes dressed." I pulled Aaron close to me. My hand went around his ass, cupping it. He tensed, but his _c_o_c_k_ began to extend noticeably down his denim covered right leg.
I reached down with my left hand and caressed it to make it even more obvious. The bar was crowded and no one really was paying any attention, but Aaron was new to all of this and he was just plain embarrassed being handled. Still, he didnt pull back!
I spoke directly to Aaron. "Youve been needing it for a long, long time now. Havent you, Aaron."
Aaron tensed more.
"Yes, Sir!" he responded. He didnt attempt to cross me. I pulled him more tightly toward my body forcing my face close to his. My right hand grabbed his ass again, but much harder this time. He didnt flinch.
"Actually," I said to Don. "He was brought to me for discipline. I intend to see that he gets it." I smiled. If anything, Aaron seemed to come even closer. "But, if youve a mind to, hell, take him to the mens room and check him out yourself."
"Please, Sir." Aaron whispered in my ear.
"Can I?" Don responded quickly.
"Sure, be my guest. Aaron, go with him and do whatever he tells you. You understand that, Boy? Youre already going to get it to night so dont make it harder on yourself. Understand?"
Aaron nodded, and immediately Don walked him through the crowd toward an outside back area where there was an oversized, but very private, mens room. I talked to a few others who I hadnt seen for a long while since Larry was around until they appeared about a half hour later.
Aaron looked very red, but very submissive. Don beamed.
"So," I said to Aaron. "He gave you a good examination?"
He blushed. "Yes, Sir!"
I turned to Don. "So, what do you think?"
Don continued smiling. "Id say you got a _s_e_x_y stud on your hands tonight. Cant say I wouldnt take him myself. Didnt have a lot of time, but I think I can tell you that Ive inspected the boy real thoroughly like and he passed with flying colours!"
"So, did he warm up your ass for you, Aaron?"
"No, Sir! He didnt, Sir."
"Sorry," Don added, "not enough time, but Id like to warm it up for him if you want to bring him by my place anytime."
"Like tomorrow for brunch?" I volunteered
"Youre on!" Don beamed. "Nothing like spanking a boy after a second cup of coffee. Good for him too. Maybe itll be warm enough to have brunch on the patio."
"Please, Sir!" Aaron was concerned, but I paid no attention.
"Youre on, Don. About eleven at your place then."
Don smiled.
"Did he strip you down?" I spoke to Aaron.
"Yes."
"And did you resist?"
"No, Sir."
"Only at first," Don corrected him.
"Ill strap him for that when I get him home. Hes young."
Aaron had remained crimson throughout this whole discussion, but he was standing as close to me as humanly possible. My arm was around his waist, holding his upper thigh, as Don proceeded to describe the results of his inspection of his body. After Don described his _c_o_c_k_ and balls and then went on to his "virgin ass," I knew Don had goosed him.
"Gave you the old finger up the ass test, Huh, Aaron?"
Aaron cringed, looking down. "Yes."
"Did ya like it?"
"No."
"Get used to it, but Ill probably give you a nice enema to clean you out before I spank you myself."
It was easy to tell how humiliated Aaron was, yet his _c_o_c_k_ was hard enough for me to be sure he was turned on. A guy about his own age in a black leather jacket next to us at the bar was listening.
"Mind if I check the stud out too?" He asked, reaching out to feel Aarons equipment.
"Id like to, Pal," I replied, "but I gotta get going. Got me a boy here whos due for his whipping."
Several men laughed as I took Aaron by the arm and shoved him roughly toward the door.
"God, that was hot!" he said when we were alone.
"Youre gonna see what hot is, my boy, when I get that ass of yours home!" I replied sternly.
"Are you really gonna take me over to that guys house tomorrow morning and let him spank me?" He seemed intensely curious.
"If I feel like it after Ive hauled your ass out of bed tomorrow morning and spanked it myself. Aint nothing better on a Saturday morning than a good hard spanking to get a guy like you going. Ever had one?"
"No."
"Too bad. Ill correct that in the morning."
We drove home in silence. When we entered the house, I made him stand in the bedroom until I turned on enough lights to do my own inspection clearly. Piece by piece, I pealed off his denim, until his darkly tanned body stood there with only his white cotton brief protecting his bulge from my view. I was convinced this was a stud worth training. As the briefs came down I saw his strong tiny tan line leaving just a white streak visible from where he had been sunning himself in a T-thong. I forced him to hold his hands behind his back as I took him _c_o_c_k_ and balls in my hands gently and inspected them. His _c_o_c_k_ responded to the inspection by growing there in my hands until I slapped him down over the bed.
Aaron resisted the enema, but I shoved his down roughly over the bed and he got one anyway. His ass squirmed as I first loosened him up with Vaseline on my finger and then inserted the nozzle.
"No. . . please dont" He squirmed more as the nozzle began to enter him. A moment later, I released the hot, soapy liquid to clean him out as he struggled on the bed to retain his dignity and keep some comfort. It was no use and he soon just gave up.
Then I proved to him that being turned over my knees was worse than the enema in the first place. Taking him over my knee, I used my hand to turn his ass red. There was no escape. Finally he began to sob, while I continued.
Later, I ended up spanking him again, but this time he climaxed while his tears were flowing.
When I finally tossed his red but gorgeous body into bed, he clung to me with a passion I hadnt experienced in years. He had responded well. Very well! Dawn was breaking out. We slept entwined and awoke similarly.
When I began to stir, Aaron was still asleep on his side. He was clutching a pillow, naked except for the white cotton sheet that was partly across his ass. I watched him sleeping like that awhile. His lithe tan body and ass were beautiful with just that narrow white strip of skin showing where his thong bathing suit had offered some protection from the sun. As I gently tugged the sheet off his ass, he stirred a little then tuned his long hard body toward me, reaching out to hold me. Instead, I landed my hand hard across his ass, leaving an immediate red handprint. As he squealed and jumped awake I yanked his bare body across my lap and began spanking his ass as hard as I had promised -- first thing on a Saturday morning, long and thoroughly, watching him squirm then finally break down submissively and collapse in sobs into the pillow he was clutching. Aaron was especially nice to spank as his ass was constantly in motion and his young body moving while he groaned, protested, begged, then broke down violently sobbing. When I jerked the pillow from his arms, he lunged at me, hugged me tightly and cried himself out against my chest. It was the perfect way to begin a Saturday morning, a young boy receiving his morning spanking, his young body performing wildly, and finally his youthful tears crying themselves out in the midst of his passion in the bed there.
"Please, Cal." He hugged me tightly.
"Think you can be a good boy today?" I asked him quietly as I held his face in my hands and looked directly into his big black eyes that were now red and all watery.
"Im certainly going to try." He said and winked at me.
"Well see," I said, "remember I promised that guy last night wed come by for brunch this morning and I might still let him spank you. I guy his age doesnt have much opportunity, you know, and it could be good for you to get this feel of another man taking control of you."
"Ugh. I hope you dont!" Aaron groaned and hugged me more tightly.
"Actually, it would be a thrill for him and certainly wont hurt you none. I certainly dont want you to get too _c_o_c_k_y!"
"_s_h_i_t_! I wont! I wont!" Aaron said sincerely.
"Ill decide later." I said as I patted his ass, then slapped it as hard as I could while he groaned.
We finally got out of bed about noon and hit the shower. Then I called Don and although he protested, we ultimately agreed to postpone brunch until two that afternoon. Both Aaron and I needed time to recover!
Dons eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when we arrived exactly at two. I had Aaron dress in his jeans. No shoes, no socks, no shirt, absolutely nothing more. He looked good with his physique exhibited like that showing off his stomach development brilliantly in the bright afternoon sun. The gold choke chain and flowing hair made him exotic. As a model Aaron was confident in his looks and proud of his physique anyway.
Don lived on the outskirts of town on the end of a dead end street. As such he had no neighbours and the tall pines and dense underbrush provided complete privacy except for occasional animals from the forest wandering up on the back lawn. The patio in this back area itself was surrounded by shrubs and hedges making a thick green bush "wall." It was private, quiet, and isolated, as were many older homes on the outskirts. Don craved privacy. He had always lived alone quietly.
With Don were seven other guests scattered about, all older except one lad slouching in a chair over at the side who seemed a bit young but looked like he might be with the one man who was the most overweight. Don had held brunch for our arrival. Aaron looked around and immediately stiffened as he realised these strangers would probably watch him get spanked, if I decided to let Don to do it. Don, it was obvious, was anxious to do just that.
"And this," Don announced with his hands on Aarons shoulders as we were being introduced, "is Aaron, the lad who might just get spanked if his behaviour isnt what it should be."
Aarons turned bright red, but his guests all laughed and clapped as Dons slapped his right hand right on Aarons ass, making a sound on his jeans that we could all hear.
"Ah, nice to meet you all," he tried to recover inspite his embarrassment.
Looking around, I didnt find the type of men Id want to party with, but then Don was so excited about the possibility of being able to show his authority by spanking Aaron in front of them that I wasnt sure I could deny him. Anyway, it might be fun to watch.
I headed for the brunch table with Aaron beside me. We met the others individually. I enjoyed being there with Aaron inspite of his nervousness. The afternoon wore on but then, after another cup of coffee and with the conversation becoming boring, I nodded Dons way. Aaron noticed and knew what it meant. He was my present to Don, to perform as the partys star attraction, and he and I both knew his performance would be superior!
Don almost salivated, taking Aaron by the hand, and walking him to a straight backed chair he was turning away from the table in the midst of us sitting and standing around there.
"I dont know what the rest of you think, but I think my friend Aaron heres been asking for a good spanking." Don was smiling broadly. The others clapped their approval. Aaron was not smiling at all. "What do you think, Aaron?"
"Up to you, Sir." Aaron replied and dropped his head.
"Now thats a well trained boy. Cal spank you a lot, Aaron?"
"Yes, Sir. Whenever I need it, Sir, he does."
"Well, lets not delay it any longer then. Lets just slip down these jeans then and over youll go." Don was in his glory.
Don watched as Aaron unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down off. He stood for a moment in only his white cotton Jockeys before Don reached over and pulled them down off his ass in the most gentlemanly way possible as we all watched. The stud stood there naked now with his cloths clumped around his ankles. His ass was round a firm, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls jutting out nicely with his tan line showing. He looked good and knew it!
It was easy to tell how excited Don was as he took Aarons arm and lead him across his lap. Don adjusted Aarons balance allowing his _c_o_c_k_ and balls to hang down freely, then seemed to stare at those buns and feel them for a minute or so before he began spanking the hell out of Aarons still rosy buns. The expression of concern on Aarons face was genuine. His ass was still very rosy and tender from the morning, but he gritted his teeth and seemed determined to show no emotions. But Don didnt really know how to tan ass but he began flailing away for real as we watched Aaron struggling with his ass across Dons lap. Dons handed landed again and again. Aaron couldnt take it. He began sobbing quietly.
The other guests, only one of which I knew previously, watched silently as the ritual proceeded there. Aaron was crying when Don finally slowed, but words of encouragement congratulations from the rest of the guests covered Aarons tears quickly and brought on a longer than necessary session for Aaron.
"Thats enough," I interjected.
When Don released him, Aaron quickly pulled up his cloths and came to sit beside me. He looked down, said nothing, still whimpering, but he sat very very closely. I know he was hoping I would do nothing further there.
Instead, I asked Don for some cream, and when Don handed it to me, I stood Aaron up, pulled his pants and underwear back down and applied it to his very red cheeks as all the guests watched. Buckling him up again, I pulled him down beside me and let him sit there as the effects of his punishment and public humiliation sunk in. Aaron would profit from this, I knew.
"Aaron," I said. "Dont you have something to say to Don?"
"Yes," he looked up. "Thank you for caring enough to correct me. I needed that. Thank you, Sir!"
There was a hush among the others.
"Im sure youll learn from it, Aaron," Don said, "But Ill not hesitate to do it again when you need it."
"Thank you, Sir. I hope you wont feel you need to." Aaron seemed sincere.
Don beamed with pride. I smiled to myself patting his thigh.
During all of this the very fat, older grey haired man had sat in the background smiling and smoking a pipe as the younger, teenage-looking boy beside him was staring uncomfortably and slouching ever more in his seat. The fat man was so large that the young boy beside him who was small anyway, appeared even more tiny and youthful. I wasnt sure who they were or why the older man would bring such a young guy over. I was certain, however, the kid had watched everything as Aaron was spanked.
After I took back control of Aaron, I noticed Don talking to that huge man. I couldnt hear what they were saying, but the man grabbed the young boy by the arm and was holding him even as the lad shrugged. That older man started laughing, turned to the young pixie-like lad, and spoke to him loud enough even I could hear.
"So, what you say, Tom?" the older man asked while still holding tightly to the boys wrist. "You needing a spanking too?""
The boy started to move away, saying something to the large man, then jerking to get away, but the man held his wrist firmly.
"No, Sir. . . please, Sir." The boy was speaking more softly.
"I think otherwise, Tom." The fat man said to him. "You knew I was going to spank you tonight, didnt you?"
"Yes, Sir, but, Sir, please . . . not here."
"Actually, I think here is a good idea." The old man put down his pipe and was smiling broadly now, "I think this is as good a time to punish you as any." He paused looking directly at the boy. "Take your cloths off, Tom!"
"Here? All of them?" He was real concerned now. "Please, Sir! Please dont make me take them off here. Please."
"I said, take off your cloths. Now strip down," he repeated.
As we watched, the old man then oversaw things as the blond haired lad took off his cloths, piece by piece. Tom was a bit skinny but very embarrassed standing there with his cloths now off. He skin was white; his body just beginning to develop.
"You know what you did the past week to earn this one, Tom?"
"Yes, Sir." The boy replied, seeming to choke on his words.
The old man then took Tom across his knees, and began spanking the hell out of that tight little ass across his lap. At first the boy looked uncomfortably at the rest of us, but as soon as the old man began to spank him, Toms attention focused only on the pain and forgot about the rest of us. He now had more important things to consider. The older man had pulled him across his lap in a way that left his feet kicking and his arms struggling for balance. It left his ass high and open and his _c_o_c_k_ and balls dangling while he struggled that way. The old man first used his hand and that alone seemed to get to the boy, but when he seemed to tire Don handed him a green ping pong paddle that had the boy dancing and screaming over his lap quickly. The boy was of slight build and thin, but it was beautiful to watch him struggling, crying and movement there on the patio as he was spanked, his legs flying wildly, right there before us all. He cried longer and harder and much, much louder than Aaron had.
Aaron seemed fascinated watching as he sat right beside me. Later as guests were leaving, Don introduced the old man and the boy. The lad, still sniffling back tears, and Aaron started talking. Both shared very red and painful asses under their jeans and they seemed to enjoy talking inspite of their age differences. When Tom complained a bit, interestingly enough, it was Aaron who told him "Forget about it! Youre lucky to have someone who cares!" Tom seemed started, but the conversation shifted then.
The old man lived on a nearby island, a short ferry ride away. The boy was someone he had met first on the streets of San Francisco but who had been living with him and working on the island for about four months now. Tom had been released from the juvenile system into the old mans, a retired probation officers, care. The old guy said he preferred to save things up and punish Tom on Saturday nights at home. Tom knew that. But the decision to spank him there was a spur of the moment one after he had watched Aaron spanked. He hadnt known that Aaron or I would be there or someone spanked. He was very interested in my views on discipline, however. The boy seemed embarrassed as he listened intently but hadnt spoken.
The old man seemed pleased when I invited him and the boy both to come over sometime and gave him my address and phone. I mentioned Arron was just here for the weekend, but his ears perked up when Don told him I had taken in a high school boy and was his guardian. Evidently he had just re-enrolled Tom in a high school program, but was having trouble getting Tom into the study mode.
As Tom listened, the old man then asked me directly if I spanked the high school boy, Larry, as well. When I replied "Yes, any time he screws up," Tom flinched.
"Bare assed?" the man asked further.
"Always," I replied.
"Hear that, Tom?" Tom nodded but looked pained. "You aint the only one." He swatted Toms ass on his jeans.
The old man listened even more closely when I told him how much Larrys grade had shot up in the last grading period.
We agreed to talk on the phone sometime later.
Aaron, I then took home. When we entered I stripped him, inspected the damage - minor - and gave him a thong to wear. I liked his body on display around the house. Later he went off to nap while I worked on paperwork for Monday.
Kathy didnt appear Saturday evening and Larry was not due back until Sunday afternoon, so we went out for a tie and coat dinner in one of the best restaurants on the Island. In some ways, we became friends, but nevertheless, back home, I spanked him over again, but this time in a more elegant style. You know, Godiva chocolates on the glass coffee table in the study with long stemmed roses in a crystal vase there, and, of course, a small whip sitting there for after we finished some sherry. Aaron responded to it all and stayed hard even when I bent him over the couch and used the small whip on his ass. He had a absolutely beautiful body and was learning how to use it for pleasure. It was another long and wonderful night.
When we woke Sunday morning and were drinking some coffee in the dining room, Aaron and I both knew it was over. Kathy would certainly come to claim him soon.
"I never thought it would be like this with a man." Aaron said carefully. "Ive thought about it for a long time, but have just been too afraid to admit it to myself. Maybe I can visit again?"
"Sure. Id like to get to know you better." I said honestly.
"Maybe I need a man sometime?" he thought out loud.
"Come here, guy!" It was more of an order and he obeyed without question.
I took him in my arms and we held each other. My hand patted his ass that was again covered in denim.
"Maybe what you really need is simply someone who knows when you need your pants pulled down and ass spanked and isnt afraid to do it?"
"Maybe youre right." He said softly. "Like that old man that took that kids pants down after brunch yesterday and gave it too him. That. . . that was hot! That kids lucky!"
"You liked watching him get his ass spanked, huh?"
"God, yes. I mean like, its like hes already got someone to keep on top of him. Keep him doing his best, like maybe. Its like, gee, I wish I had had someone like that keeping me going on the straight and narrow when I was that young. And, like, watching him get it. It looked sooooo hot! WOW! And, ah, I gotta ask: do you really spank Larry sometimes?
"Of course." I smiled.
"Wow! Just like you spank me, with pants and underwear down and over your lap?"
"Always." I admitted it and smiled back.
"Ah, do you spank him often?"
"Yes."
"And does he cry too?"
"Sometimes."
"Maybe I could be here sometime when you did it?"
"Maybe? Youre like family now. Youd certain be welcome." He certainly would be. I could notice Aaron thinking and the bulge in his jeans was growing.
"Hes lucky." Aaron said, then he looked down to the floor.
"So, lets just slip down these jeans right here and now," I said as I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down off his hips. His _c_o_c_k_ burst up straight as soon as he dropped them to the floor. My finger probed deeply as he jerked forward and opened his mouth to kiss me deeply. Moments later his ass was over my lap as a spanked him as long and as hard and as intimately as I had ever spanked anyone.
"I want you to remember this Sunday morning for a long time, Aaron." I said. "And I to know no matter how successful your modelling and acting careers become, theres a man here on the island who knows what you need and who isnt afraid to give it to you."
"Thank you." He was in tears now, but he was satisfied.
An hour later when Kathy charged into the living room looking like a bull in heat, Aaron was sitting on the floor watching TV, wearing only the thong Id given him. She looking like shed just stepped out of Vogue as he stood up to greet her, but she also seemed real uptight and angry at something.
Whatever "baggage" she brought with her, I still smiled as she whipped Aaron around roughly around inspecting how red his ass was. She grabbed his red bun and clasped it hard.
"Nice touch," she said as she pulled on the thong, "but not the way I like my men." She ripped it off his body and tossed it aside. He looked at me and seems to have some regret that thong I had given him was now history. With her left hand she grabbed his _c_o_c_k_; her right hand slapped his ass and he yelped. It was still painful from earlier.
"Looks like Cal spanked my baby real well. . . and recently." She said laughing, but this time Aaron only seemed to swell with pride as she felt the heat still radiating from his cheeks. "Was Aaron a naughty boy? She said to him.
"I must have been," he said. "He punished me hard!"
"Too bad. Youve needed it from a man for a long time now. Havent you, baby?" She asked him.
"Yes." He dropped his eyes to the floor. Now he was in her arms and it was her hand patting his buns and holding him there in the living room. She started playing with his chest, his left pec.
"I think Ive decided Im going to pierce you and put a nipple ring here. I like that on men I keep."
Aaron shot me a look of shock and start horror, seeking help, but he kept his mouth shut. I knew he didnt want that and he knew I would never do that to him, but he was hers. I wouldnt intervene. I knew if Kathy decided to ring him, ring him she would whether he wanted it or not! When the time comes, shell just tie him down and do as she wants. I could only smile sympathetically.
Kathy didnt let on if she noticed his reaction. Instead she gave him a quick kiss and told him to get dressed. Time to go.
"How was he?" She asked when he disappeared upstairs.
"Great, actually. No problem at all."
"No resistance?"
"None I couldnt handle."
"But you put him through it?" She said unbelievingly.
"Here, at the bar, used my little whip on his ass and even let a friend spank him at brunch yesterday with others watching."
"And he didnt object at all?" She was sure I was wrong.
"Hell, he almost began to be eager." I assured her.
"Maybe Ive been too easy on him, but I can change that when I get him home. Hell, the weekend sucked for me. I need some good action. The Bitch I was with was horrible, just horrible. I should have stayed here."
I said nothing but was real glad she hadnt.
Aaron came down fully dressed now, bags in his hands. They both hugged and kissed me, him a little more emotionally and longer than necessary but she didnt seem to notice, and I walked them to her car.
Moments later they drove off looking like any other young up and coming couple. Aaron looked my way as the car disappeared from view. I wondered what she had planned for him. She could be rough. I hoped I would see him again soon!
Later that afternoon Larry returned. He had won a medal and was all excited. We went out to celebrate!
Life returned to normal. As normal, that is, as it could with Don and his friends still talking about that brunch. [To be Continued]