Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2012 11:59:03 -0700 (PDT) From: John Jones Subject: My Delinquent Godson part 14 My Delinquent Godson Part 14 Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following is a work of homerotic fiction involving an adult and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be offended. Five am rolled around quickly, and I woke Ryan up and we went for the morning swim to work out. His bottom had more bruising today, but was not red and hot like it had been. After the swim, we sat and had breakfast and I saw he winced a bit when he sat on the hard wooden stool at our breakfast bar. I then sent him out to split wood for 90 minutes, and watched him as he did it. The rippling muscles developing in his torso, shoulders, and legs were increasingly impressive. The hard work clearly agreed with him. While he broke a sweat, it was only because he was really splitting hard and fast, and he clearly enjoyed the exercise. What a difference from the flabby surly boy of a few months previously. I was watching the clock and saw it was time for him to get cleaned up and told him to hit the shower which he did. I no longer had to supervise his hygiene, and knew he would also floss and brush as he was independent on those skills now. He came out in his board shorts and polo shirt, the traditional dress for a day of working on the docks at camp. "Did you put your sunscreen on Ryan"? I asked. "Oh no... forgot... Gimme a minute... he said as he went back to the bathroom and put it on. "Hey Ryan, I am thinking we will take the pick up today in case Chuck has anything to say to me. Besides, it has a softer seat" I joked. Ryan flashed me his broad smile and his blue eyes twinkled and he said "OK Uncle John, but you know it's getting to be time for me to learn to drive the truck soon". "That might be, but I'm not ready yet for that Ryan. By winter though because I want help plowing. Maybe you should do the on line course and prepare for the learner's permit exam and we can do it next week sometime" I said. "Cool, I really want to drive" he said. We headed off to the camp where Chuck was already outside. He approached the truck and said Hi to Ryan and told him to go get things ready on the waterfront for the kids. As Ryan went off, he said "John, I hope you weren't too hard on the boy. I have to say, I was sure he was lying last week and I suspect you were too". I replied "Chuck, I knew he wasn't. Can't tell you how I knew, but I just did. I know the boy well, so he wasn't punished for that" I said. "But maybe for July 4th?" he asked. "God, you heard... small town... yeah he got his butt fried for that" I quipped. "Thought he was walking a little funny... Well that's how I learned growing up" he said. "Yeah me too... I was worse than him. Wonder I still had an ass when I left home" I said with a smile. "Well anyway, I apologize for not believing the boy" Chuck said. "No apology needed. Thanks for letting him work here. It is good for him" I said, then excused myself and headed back to the house. While Ryan spent his 4 hours working, I did a few things. First I had to pay bills and check investments. I could of course never have lived out at the lake but for the internet and the ability to do all of that at home. Once I had taken care of those tasks, I went out to the barn and prepared for what I had planned for later that afternoon. Three PM was approaching, and I headed off to get Ryan. I found him down by the lake, off work, chatting with some of the other kids who work at the camp. Julie was of course there, and I thanked her for telling me where he was on July 4th as it might have really saved his life. The other kids looked chagrined and apologized for letting the situation happen and not telling me where he was. I said all is well that ends well, but that they would be doing Ryan a big favor if they never let him drink again. One of the guys laughed and said "yeah that's what I heard from Ryan". Ryan grinned sheepishly, and it was clear that his punishment was not a secret. So Ryan and I got in the truck and headed back to the house. "Uh Uncle John, about the rest of the punishment" He said, in a hesitating and worried voice. "Yes Ryan"? I replied. "Uh well I really think I've learned my lesson Uncle John" he said. "That's good Ryan, but I don't think you have yet. I don't think you have learned what it is like to have really hurt someone you love" I said. "Uncle John, I swear I feel really bad about hurting you with what I did. Really I do" He said. "Well I am going to make sure Ryan. I want to be sure we never have a repeat of something like July 4th where I am worried sick about you and where you could die because of a bad decision. Also, I want you to understand how horrible it is for me to have to punish and hurt you like this" I said, somewhat cryptically. Ryan hadn't eaten lunch at work so when we got home at 4 pm, we agreed to cook an early supper together and had finished eating by 5:30. At the end of that I said "Ryan, let's go out into the barn". A look of dread came over his face and I said "Ryan, you aren't getting strapped, but you are going to learn a lesson. Now follow me". We went out to where I had set things up. On one of the beams that supported the barn, I had placed a billow duct taped in place and drawn out the outlines of buttocks, at an accurate height. Ryan looked and laughed nervously. I handed Ryan the strap and said "Ryan I want you to swing that like that was a real butt". Tentatively, he did so. "No Ryan, I want you to really swing it as hard as you can" I said. He did, and didn't do a very good job with the target. "Again Ryan" I said... I had him practicing for close to 15 minutes and he was actually breaking a sweat. But his aim improved and he was swinging it hard. "Do you think I swung it that hard on you Ryan" I asked? "No Uncle John, I know you held back, thanks" He said. "So what do you think a full 30 like that would do" I asked. Ryan paused and said "tear the guy up Uncle John. I mean I only had a few bruises this morning but 30 that hard would just put bruises on top of bruises. I bet the guy's ass would like be all swollen and purple". "I think you are right Ryan. What do you think it would feel like to do that to someone you loved"? I asked. "Geese... These are weird questions Uncle John... I think it would be terrible. I don't know how I could forgive myself for hurting someone I loved like that". "Well you are going to find out Ryan. Last night I told you I would rather be the one getting the punishment. Well I'm taking your punishment, the full 30, as hard as you can swing that. I want you to know what you put me through, I mean what it is like to have to do this. In many ways it is worse than getting it" I said. Ryan looked aghast and said "You're joking right? I mean I don't really have to do that do I Uncle John"? "Yes you do Ryan. And I swear if I think you held back, I will make you do it to me again, understand"? "Uh OK... I guess" he said. I stripped down and bent over the sawhorse, my very muscular buttocks stretched by the position and my balls hanging low. "Ryan, be sure you don't hit me in the nuts" I said. "Now swing it as hard as you can Ryan" I said, and he gave a moderate whack to my butt with the strap, but was on target. "Ryan, that wasn't as hard as you could. It doesn't count, do it again" I said. Ryan reared back and let it fly with all his strength, I heard it whistle and heard it crack just as y ass caught fire "OOOOH fuck" I said, quite involuntarily. "Again Ryan" I ordered, and he let it fly again. Involuntarily, I started to straighten out of position, then forced myself back down. These were far far harder than anything I gave him. I knew my ass was going to be bruised. "Again Ryan" I said. Then "Again". As the 15th one landed. Ryan started to cry and my eyes were watering as well. "Uncle John, you're all swollen and purple. I'm afraid I'm gonna break the skin" he whined. "Well Ryan, the punishment isn't over but you can put the next 15 on my thighs, which of course hurts worse. I'm going to stand with my legs together though so you don't pop me in the balls" I said. "Please Uncle John, don't make me do this to you... Come on I'd rather be getting it" he said, actively crying. "Now you are starting to know how I felt when I had to do this to you Ryan. Let's get this done. Full force now" I said. That strap whistled through the air and connected with my thighs and I screamed: "AUUUUUUUGH". I hadn't gotten anything like this since high school, and even then I wasn't sure my dad was that rough. "Fourteen more Ryan, let's go" I said as I forced myself into position. I think I sort of checked out at that point, but could hear myself screaming as the punishment continued. The next thing I knew, Ryan was holding me and, yes, I was crying. So was he. "God I am so sorry Uncle John... that was the worst... I'm never going to hurt you again like I did... You knew didn't you..." He said. "Yes Ryan, as bad as it would be for me, I knew this would be the most effective lesson you could ever learn, to know the impact of your behavior on another person, in a very real way". "Uh maybe we should get in the lake and talk? Your butt is already badly swollen" he said. Looking over my shoulder I saw he was right. It was a purple swollen mess: skin tightened by the swelling, deep bruises present already and growing worse by the minute. We stayed in the water about 2 hours, and it cooled off my ass. But the swelling was severe. When we went back up to the house and Ryan started putting aloe on me, it hurt just to be touched. "Jesus Uncle John, maybe you need to go to the hospital" he said earnestly. "God I feel so bad about this". "Ryan, I am not going to the hospital. Since you are feeling badly, you can massage me and put lotion on from time to time and try to help out. That is part of your lesson. Ryan was about as attentive as he could have been that evening, and really for the rest of the week. He took over the cooking and cleaning; he got himself to work and back; he was polite and kind. Even a week later though, my ass was still a mess: no longer purple, but green and yellow from the absorbing bruises. It took almost 3 weeks for the last of it to disappear, just in time for Ryan's dad's planned visit. Ryan learned a lot from the lesson. His behavior was mature and exemplary for the remainder of the summer.