Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2004 02:23:54 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Spanked For Christmas 1/1 Mt anal disipline spanking This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be used without his express permission. Private persons and no others are given permission to have one (1) electronic and/or one (1) printed copy of this work. ASSGM and Nifty are given permission to archive this work. All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith. If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what it is you like to read. Thanks. I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you. This is a hyphen -. This is an en-dash --. This is an em-dash ---. Other high-ascii characters that PC's can't understand have been stripped. I've been busy and haven't posted in a while, I really hope that all of you enjoy this. Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky. Jon This story is dedicated to Y. Lee Coyote Spanked for Christmas by Jon Hold jonhold@earthlink.net I got an interesting present for Christmas this year. My sister-in-law is a total bleeding-heart liberal and totally refused to let my brother discipline their three boys with anything stronger than a "Time Out." Their middle boy, Brad, was spending some vacation time in reform school because of drug use and for being "incorrigible." The youngest, Todd, was well on the way to outdoing Brad. Scott, the eldest, was a confused and angry young man. The boys had spent one summer with me years ago and had discovered that I was NOT a bleeding-heart liberal. That, in fact, I was just as capable of warming a boys bottom as I was of saying "Thank You." After their first shock at my behavior, all three boys tested me to the limits of their endurance and then settled down to having a wonderful time on my ranch. At least it was a wonderful time until their mother found out that I'd spanked the boys and took them home over their protests, my protests and their fathers demands. I found myself charged with child abuse and Ray, my brother was confronted with, "Do as I say or I'll divorce you and you'll never see the boys again." So, three days before Christmas, Scott shows up on my doorstep. I haven't seen or heard from the boys or their mother since she took them away that summer. Scott gave me a note from his father asking me to give Scott a home until he and his wife could settle a divorce. He said that Scott was eighteen and a college freshman and wanted to stay with me instead of stay at home during the divorce. I asked Scott what the hell was going on and he told me that his mother had finally gone too far and that his dad was divorcing her. Todd was at home with their father, refusing to even talk to his mother. A phone call later I had discovered that I was parent-in-deed to an 18-year-old spoiled brat. He discovered right off that; no, he couldn't have the big bedroom he and his brothers had shared; no, he couldn't use my second car to drive to school, he could take the bus which stopped only two blocks away; and that NO, he could NOT use my computer --- for anything! That lead to some sullen behavior which was quickly abated with a swift swat to the rear. Amazing how the increased blood circulation helped a boy think! Scott was elected by a vote of 1-0, mine being the only vote counted, to help with the Christmas party at the County Orphanage. I dressed as Santa, which was not difficult since I'm already fat and white-haired, and Scott dressed as my little elfin helper, and looked cute as hell in his tight little elf suit. Scott really got into the role-playing and actually seemed to enjoy himself helping me pass out presents and talking to the kids. When we got home I collapsed in front of the boob tube and just barely managed to thank Scott for his help before he disappeared, to his room, I thought. A while later I remembered a phone call I had to make and went to my den to place the call. There sat Scott, using my computer. "Scott! I thought I told you that you couldn't use my computer." "But I need to get my e-mail, Uncle Jon!' "Your wanting to get e-mail is no concern of mine, and not my responsibility." I said, reaching forward and turning off the computer right in the middle of Scott's download." "YOU FUCK. YOU PROBABLY LOST MY MAIL!" Yelled the obviously irate boy. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I slowly counted to ten. "Scott. For right now I'll pretend I didn't hear that. I want you to go upstairs and take a shower. When you are clean and dry I want you to report to me in the library next to my bedroom. Don't make me wait too long for you." "Who do you think..." "Scott. Try to not be any more stupid tonight than you absolutely have to be." I stood up straight and stared down at the boy, "You make me the slightest bit more angry and you're going to find yourself standing outside in the middle of the street. Do you understand me?" I stood and waited. The now sullen boy finally answered with a surly, grudging "Yeah." I went forward until we were nose-to-nose, slamming the flats of my hands to the desktop on either side of the boy. "Yes, WHAT!?" Suddenly intimidated, and much less sure of himself, Scott answered in an almost respectful tone, "Yes, Sir." "Good. I see your memory hasn't completely failed you. Ten minutes. The library. Move it!" Scott ducked under my arm and took off, leaving a lonely "Yes, Sir" hanging in the air. Less than ten minutes later, Scott joined me in the upstairs library. Sounds fancy, doesn't it! Well, the truth be known, I earn my living doing research. A well stocked library is a definite asset, and I've spent years collecting my rather extensive collection of books. The library itself uses up the interior space of the second floor of this big old farm house I've restored. Windowless, carefully soundproofed and finished in oak, brass, green leather and glass, it is my dream room and favorite place to work. I have no close neighbors, but the soundproofing was about to get a workout anyway. Scott had a damp towel around his waist and his hair was still wet. Scott had been a handsome boy the last time I'd seen him and he was now a very good looking young man with a very athletic body. A body that was about to get a real workout. "Scott. I want you to understand that I do not hate you. But you will understand that there are rules around here and that they will be observed. You are a guest in my house. MY house! That's the crux of the matter, young man. This is MY house, my computer, my everything. Until you earn the privilege, nothing around here except your clothes and schoolbooks are yours... and you WILL respect my things and my rules. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Uncle Jon." That came out as a nice, trite, pat phrase used to appease the powers that be. It was about as sincere as a fish net full of farts. But, all things can change. I had a feeling that Scott's apologies would become a lot more sincere before the evening was over. "Come here, Scott." He took a couple of steps closer to me. "Assume the position," I said, pointing to my lap. He snickered. "I'm too old for that now, Uncle Jon." I took his arm and pulled him down across my lap, his butt protruding in a surprisingly beautiful curve under it's white terrycloth covering. "I don't think so, Scott. And, unluckily for you, it's my opinion that counts. Here's the rules. I'm going to spank you for breaking the rules. If you try to cover your ass with your hand, you get five extra hard swats. If you scream loud enough to hurt my ears, you get five extra hard swats. If you cuss you get ten extra hard swats per cuss word." With that I started to spank his ass. Not hard really, just warming him up for what was to come. Scott started to struggle, trying to get away. "You can't do this! It's against the law! I don't have to put up with your crap! I'm going home to my Dad.!" "That does it!" I pulled the towel off his ass and then jerked it out from under his lap so that his naked groin was across my thigh. I threw the towel to the floor and commenced really whacking the boy's bare ass with the flat of my hand. He went pretty wild trying to get away, and then trying to cover his ass. I grabbed his wrist and locked his arm behind his back and continued really whacking his ass. "That's fifteen extra hard swats for having an attitude." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!... "And five for saying 'crap'." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "And five for trying to cover your ass. Anything you want to add to that right now, or should we get on with your regular spanking?" "You can't do this." Scott sobbed. Fifteen extra hard swats later, I very calmly said, "Attitude, Scott. Attitude. You really need to learn how to control your attitude. This is my house, Scott. I can do anything I want, including beating your ass black and blue if that's what it takes to get you to listen. Are you able to understand that?" After a short, sullen silence, I gave Scott's ass a nice, stinging swat. "I asked you a polite question, Scott. Please answer it equally politely." "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir!" He was pushing it by overdoing it a bit, but I let it pass. "Good!" For forty minutes I did a rather thorough job of spanking Scott's ass. Openers had been pretty harsh, that wasn't my choice. I worked the boy's ass over bare handed, methodically working both cheeks of his ass, gradually warming him up and getting a nice rosy glow going all over his butt. When I finally took a break, Scott was about at the ragged edge, ready to loose control, which he had admirably kept, only letting out a few moans and quiet cries went I went a bit to fast for him. He shuddered in relief and fell limp across my lap when I stopped spanking him. Quietly I flicked back the green felt cover on the side table and picked up a hair brush. The back was about four inches square and the whole thing was made of solid, well polished oak. Scott started to protest when he saw it, but an arched eyebrow from me quickly silenced him. A half-dozen slow spanks from the hairbrush seemed to wake Scott's ass from the numbness my hand had induced and Scott was reacting very nicely, jumping and jiggling his pretty butt and heavy thighs around, the masses of well toned muscle were well heated by my spanking and his body tension and movement. Those same masses jiggled and flowed in a most enticing way when Scott flung his feet around and whined in pain. I slowed down a bit to help him regain control, but kept the pace high enough to let him know that I expected more from him now that I was using the hairbrush instead of my hand. "Ooooooouch, Oh, Oh, Aggggh Oooooooch." The brush was really getting to him. I was setting a slow somewhat interrupted pace, nothing even to help him know when the next swat was likely to land. His hand was almost beyond his control, moving up towards his ass with him just barely able to keep it down and not grab his flaming ass. I stopped. Rubbing his ass for him really felt good. As much for me as for him, I think. I started taking swats, harder ones, in-between my rubbing his now tenderized asscheeks. One especially hard swat was followed quickly by a second and Scott's hand came partway up onto his ass. I decided to help him, he had done very well so far, so I took his wrist and held his hand in the small of his back. I couldn't rub his ass anymore so, what the hell, I really laid into him. About six or eight really hard and fast swats and Scott was bowed upwards at the head and feet, he was crying and moaning like a boy out of control and completely shorn of the sin of pride. I held Scott down across my lap and shushed him. Telling him that he was doing well and that I was proud of him so far. I put the brush back on the table and then, using both hands, I wantonly played with his delightfully warmed up butt cheeks. Clutching them in both hands and periodically slapping his butt with my bare hand. Scott was very accepting of my ass play and I asked him bluntly if this is what he wanted, a man to play with his ass, to use his ass and really work it over. Bashfully, Scott nodded in agreement and very quietly and meekly said, "Yes, Sir." For about twenty minutes I hand spanked Scott's ass and felt him up however I wanted too, Scott laying there quietly, periodically moaning or almost purring. I felt his balls and the base of his cock, which felt like an extra bone down there. I noticed that he was pushing his ass up into my hands and that his pretty little pucker was pursing and pulling at the air. I teased his hole with my finger tip and then gave him a couple of nifty little swats to the ass. I continued this game with him until I was able to slip my finger right into him without resistance. I put my finger into him and diddled him a bit, fingerfucking him and feeling around inside his tight little boy hole. I notice him looking up over his shoulder at what I was doing to his ass. "You like that, Boy?" He blushed and nodded "Yes." I swatted him, hard and then put my finger back into him and started feeling around on is hard prostate gland. "You like that, Boy?" "Oh... Yes, Sir!" He said just audibly. "Feels good, doesn't it." Scott put his head down and sighed, relaxed and gave me full access to his hole. "Yes, Sir." I fingerfucked the boy for a while and then asked him if he wanted me to really work his ass over for him. Tears gathered in his eyes and he started crying. But he nodded "Yes" and said, "Yes, Sir. Please work my ass over." I told him to get up and sent him down to my basement "work room" and get the black and red whip he'd find hanging on the wall there. I few minutes later a very scared looking boy returned and fearfully handed me a two-foot whip made of many strands of leather with a braided handle. "Very Good, Boy." I helped Scott get down in a new position. My legs were wide-spread and I put his belly across my thigh with the couch supporting his body weight. I made him get his butt down until his lower legs were vertical and his upper legs were horizontal and lined up along my leg in a straight line. He looked like some Hindu sculpture with all his goodies exposed to me and the leather whip. I started working his ass over. The more I got into it, the more he urged me on. Wanting me to use the heavy whip on his ass. I wasn't hitting hard, but the whip itself was heavy and very effective. I used it on the boys ass and back with the added spice of getting a few strands on his balls every time I took a lick at the bottom part of his ass. He'd just groan louder when that happened and never asked me not to hit his balls. I reached up and felt up his ass, sticking a finger inside to test his temperature and then reaching under him to feel his hanging balls and hard, leaking cock. Renewing the lashing was a relief to both of us. Scott started cumming against my leg and I held him while he was in throes of his orgasm. I hand swatted his ass in time with his surges and then stuck a pair of fingers up his ass which made him arc up at both ends and really shoot some heavy shots of his clotted boy-cum. I held him and rubbed his back until he had recovered and then had him lick all his cum off of my thigh, the couch and the hardwood floor. When he was done I told him to go into my bedroom, stack two pillows in the middle of my bed and lay across them, butt up in the air and wait for me. The now very polite boy simply said, "Yes, Sir," and turned to go. At the door he stopped and twisted his head to look at me, giving me an excellent view of his bright-red ass and half-hard cock... "Thank you, Uncle Jon. I'm sorry I was such a bad boy." "That's OK, Boy. You're trying to be a good boy now and that's all that matters to me." He smiled like I'd given him diamonds and ran off to my bedroom. I went downstairs to e-mail his father and tell him how much progress we had made and that maybe he should think about coming up earlier than we'd planed on, and to be sure and bring Todd.