Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 08:53:29 -0800 (PST) From: John Jones Subject: My Delinquent Godson, part 4 My Delinquent Godson Part 4 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. I got up at about 1 am, careful not to wake up Ryan. I went into the bathroom, shut the door, and quickly masturbated. Even for me, it was a huge load. I had been unable to sleep well with Ryan in the bed after all of the events of the day, and knew I needed to get some relief. I went back to bed, then awoke at 0500. After peeing, I woke Ryan up and sent him to the bathroom and told him to get dressed. I took him with me down to the pool, and we swam together, well I swam my routine and he did his best to swim a few laps. His strokes were fine, as I had taught him them during the Summers. But he could only go for about 10 minutes before he was winded. When I finished swimming, we put on some outdoor clothes and went out to the henhouse. I explained that he would be doing this every morning and showed him how to collect eggs, clean up the area, and feed the chickens. Next we went inside and I made our smoothies with the eggs in them, and we sat and drank them together. I then explained more about the morning routine. "Ryan, every morning you will have chores, and I will type up a list and put them on the fridge so you don't forget. After we have breakfast, you will do school work for two hours. Then we will go out and do some physical labor to get the blood flowing. Afterward we will get cleaned up, and you will study another hour while I make lunch. Then after lunch we will do a little more physical labor, then you will do your final two hours of school for the day" I explained. "But Uncle John, I hate school... That's too much" he whined. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him, and he sort of grinned. He knew he was caught and that I was going to have none of it. "OK, come on over to the computer. Today and tomorrow you will be following the directions on the screen and be tested on all of your 8th grade core subjects. The computer will figure out where you need to start in each subject, then it will be self paced and you will work on your own 5 days a week. I will be here to help and will be watching to see how you do. The computer won't let you move on to the next topic until you pass a test with a 95% showing that you have mastered the material" I said. "95%? Jeese I've never gotten that" he said. "Not true Ryan, until you polluted your brain with drugs and developed an attitude you were a great student, now you are going to be one again" I said. He gave me a defiant look and started to say something, then caught himself. I thought to myself "maybe he is starting to learn". So after breakfast, I set him to work on the computer, checking in every 10 minutes or so to see that he kept at it. After two hours or so, I told him to get dressed because we were going to collect some more deadfall. As we were heading out the door, I grabbed his jacket as it was cold outside, and I noticed something in the front pocket. Reaching my hand in, it was a packet of cigarettes, as yet unopened. I looked at him and said "Ryan, we will be discussing this later" and I put the cigarettes on the kitchen counter and we went out. I worked him hard for an hour, and we made two trips with the pickup returning with 6 foot logs that would be our firewood for the next winter. Afterward, we went inside and got showered together. He still wasn't cleaning his foreskin and anus quite right, so I helped with that. I also made sure he brushed and flossed. After getting clean and dressing in his soccer shorts and t shirt, I set him back to work on the computer for an hour. I made a nice lunch of steak, salad, fruit for dessert, and as an appetizer I made a vegetable smoothie. It was full of leafy green vegetables, just what he needed, but of course would be disgusting to a 14 year old. I told him to take a break from the computer and have lunch. He made a huge face at the green veggie liquid, but I told him he was drinking it so just to do it quickly. He did so, then chowed down on lunch, eating everything. After doing the dishes, we sat down for a time in front of the fire and I asked him about the cigarettes. "Ryan, we both know you were a smoker at home. I'm pretty sure I got rid of any contraband you brought the night you arrived, so where did the cigarettes come from"? I asked. "Uh Uncle John... I had them with me. When I first got here I hid them in the drawer before you saw". I looked in his eyes as he said this, and knew he was lying. "Well cigarettes are not allowed in this house, and you will be getting a paddling this afternoon for that. Now do you want to change your story about where they came from? If I find out you stole them when we were out you are getting whipped for stealing and also for lying to me. This is your chance to tell the truth" I said. "Uncle John, I told you... No I didn't steal them" he said. "OK" I said, still not convinced, and put him back to work on the computer for his final session of the day. While Ryan was doing the computer work, I went into my office and called the manager of the grocery store. Being a small town, we know each other well. I explained my suspicion, and gave the time we were there when Ryan supposedly was off in the bathroom. He promised to check the security tapes and call me back. About 10 minutes later he called to say that he had a video of Ryan pocketing the cigarettes. I thanked him and promised to pay for them when I next came to town. As a favor, I asked him to e mail me a copy of the video which he did. When Ryan finished the computer work for the day, I took him out for another hour to collect wood. He looked pretty stiff and sore from the morning exercise and wood collecting, so I knew that he would be making progress on the weight and muscular development. While we were out I gave him another chance: "Ryan, you know being honest with me is just about the most important thing there is in my mind. I want to give you a chance to clear up anything you may have deceived me about since you came here. You won't be punished for the deception if you admit it now" I said. Stupidly, and I suppose as a matter of habit, he said "No Uncle John, were cool, I don't lie to you". By then it was about 3 pm and we went inside. I showed him the results of the testing on the computer, which basically said he was where he should be in Math, but at the end of grade 7 in vocabulary and reading. I explained that the testing would be continuing tomorrow (Friday) and that come Monday he would start the school program itself. Leaving him by the fire, I went into the master bedroom and got the cherry wood paddle. Returning with it, I sat down and said "Ryan as you know, cigarettes are not allowed in my house. You are not going to smoke while under my supervision. Now strip down and let's deal with this". Ryan looked at me fearfully, having already experienced the paddle once. He stripped down to his briefs and started to pull them down when I said "Wait a minute Ryan, you can keep those on for now, I have something I want to show you". He looked relieved as we went over to the computer, until I pulled up the video of him pocketing the cigarettes and played it. I said nothing at all as it finished. "Uh... Uncle John... Uh... I'm really sorry... yeah..I did steal them" he said, shocked at the video. "That much is apparent Ryan. What is also apparent is that you have no respect at all for me and lied to my face" I said, more than a little bit angry. "Uh... no Uncle John... I respect you... I just didn't want to get in trouble" he stammered. "Well you ARE in trouble Ryan. We are going to deal with the cigarettes and stealing now. We will deal with the lying, a much more serious offense, tomorrow" I said. I grasped Ryan's shoulder and brought him over to the sofa in front of the fire. He was already starting to cry a bit, perhaps exaggerating in an effort to win sympathy. It wasn't going to work. I pulled down his briefs and pulled him over my lap and locked his legs in place. Then I began to paddle his bottom. "Oh... Please Uncle John... Ow...OW...OW... Please" became the mantra that Ryan repeated over and over again over the next 5 minutes. He was sobbing, blowing snot out his nose, and promising to be good long before it ended. Finally, I sent him to the corner to think about his behavior. After 10 minutes he started to calm down. I then called him over to me and had him sit beside me, still naked. "Ryan, that was for the cigarette's, now we are going to deal with the stealing which is more serious" I said. He jumped up, shocked, and pleaded: "Please Uncle John... Please...I've learned my lesson... Please no". I placed him back over my lap and simply said "Ryan, next time you think about stealing I want you to remember this". I then proceeded to introduce his thighs to what a paddle could do. For readers who have not had their thighs paddled, it is a far more sensitive area than the buttocks. Each smack is at least 3 fold more painful than one applied to the buttocks. By the 3rd smack poor Ryan was shrieking and begging. "Ohh... Please... Please...AUUUUUGH..." he screamed, in a rather earsplitting fashion. At this point I was really feeling like shit. I was actually using much less force on the thighs than on the buttocks, though Ryan would have never known it. However, he had given me no choice at all in the matter so I continued for another 3 minutes, leaving a breathless and sobbing boy by the end. Then I sent him back to the corner. Afterward I hugged him and told him I hoped I wouldn't have to do that to him again. He apologized, this time earnestly, and I told him to go take a little swim in the pool and cool off his bottom and thighs. I told him I would call him for supper. After cooking supper, I went to the pool and saw a very red bottomed Ryan floating in it. He had stopped crying and was composed. I told him to get out of the pool and handed him a towel. He got some clothes on and we ate supper together. The rest of the evening went uneventfully, and this time I was able to get him to sleep in his own bed until morning. As I readied myself for bed later, I kept thinking about tomorrow. I did not want to punish the boy again, but not punishing him or supervising him is how his parents created a delinquent drug abusing lying boy, so I knew I would have to do it.