College Days ============
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual
intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If
this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location,
or you are not of legal age, don't read it.
REMARK This story picks up in the world set up the stories
collectively known as the Justin_Series. If you haven't read
them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream
of feedback I've received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is
purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web in full.
Prologue --------
As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big
city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among
other S&M proclivities.
Christopher -----------
As you may recall, Christopher moved in with Justin and me just
past age 21 while he was still in college. He sometimes brought
his friends home to work on projects or occasionally to hang out
and enjoy the apartment's deluxe TV and stereo. Christopher had to
leave out certain items at all times for example, the list of
punishments that we maintain. It lists items and numbers.
When Christopher first moved in he didn't have many friends. As
the final year of college passed, more people would come over to
the house. I would avoid spanking Justin and Christopher at those
times out of a minor respect for privacy. However friends that saw
Christopher's room usually noticed the punishment list and would
ask him about it. Now that Chris is out of college and still
living with Justin and me, I've decided to compile some of my
favorite recollections of Chris being spanked or talking about
being spanked to his friends.
Kevin -----
Kevin was a handsome young college boy who Chris was tutoring in
Computer Science. Christopher had Kevin come over to the apartment
and they would work on the computer in Chris' bedroom. Kevin was
quite the hunk at 5' 10" with a lean well muscled body and deep
blue eyes and dark black hair. Kevin came over around 2 pm for his
first lesson and was still around when I came home at 7 pm for
dinner. I invited Kevin to join Justin, Chris and me for dinner.
A few minutes into dinner, Kevin asked the table as a whole what
the list "with numbers in Chris' room was for." Chris turned a
beat shade of red and I noticed a slight smirk on Justin's face.
After a long silence, I said, "Chris your pupil asked you a
question."
Chris stammered, so I answered for him,"Kevin, Chris is not our
child and he lives here because he agreed to follow certain rules
and when he breaks the rules, I spank him." Chris got up and left
the table in complete embarrassment when I said that, but Kevin
seemed interested and asked me details.
"So like, you spank him if he doesn't get an A," Kevin asked.
"No, but if he doesn't do his chores or make his bed, we've agreed
on certain punishments," I answered.
"What do you spank him with," Kevin asked, seemingly even more
interested.
"Why don't I show you," I suggested as I stood and headed for his
bedroom.
Kevin followed eagerly and sexually aroused with a woody clearly
visible inside his pants. We entered Chris' room and he was on the
bed face down into the pillows. I shut the door firmly when Kevin
entered and told Chris to sit up. He did, he was totally
embarrassed.
"Christopher, you didn't ask to be excused from the table," I said
calmly in that voice that suggested impending punishment.
Chris pleaded for Kevin to be sent home, "please Dad, don't let
Kevin watch."
"Come here," I said while I sat down on the chair and pulled my
belt off. Knowing that disobeying me would only make the spanking
worse he came, slowly. As he reached my lap he came over it and
then I slid his pants down to expose his tender buttocks.
"30," I announced.
Firmly and very severely I raised and lowered my belt across his
buttocks causing Christopher severe pain. After just the tenth
blow his buttocks were red and a visible 1" stripe where the belt
was digging in could be seen. By 30 he was crying softly. I stood
him in the window with his butt facing the room and his pupil
Kevin to think about his conduct.
Kevin stood silently in awe throughout the spanking. His woody was
so visible that I was surprised he wasn't jerking his rod. "Kevin,
sit down next to me and jerk off to the sight of his red butt."
Kevin did just that, we both pulled our pants to our ankles and
stroked our cocks off while staring at Chris' reddened ass cheeks.
After we both shot he thanked me for letting him watch and I
excused Chris from the window to finish Kevin's lesson. Later that
evening I gave my husband a firm strapping for that smirk at
Chris' expense.
Kevin visited a few more times for tutoring but never witnessed
Christopher being spanked again. When he was over, he frequently
asked Chris a lot of questions about the spankings and how he felt
about it. From talking with Chris I think he found the overall
experience of interacting with Kevin and being spanked in front of
Kevin an extremely positive one. Firstly although one of the most
humiliating things I had done to him, it was he eventually
admitted an appropriate punishment. Secondly it made it easier to
discuss the subject of his spankings to other friends who visited.
Juan ----
During his senior year, Christopher developed an extremely close
friendship with another senior, Juan. By late October of Chris'
senior year, it seemed like Jason was a fourth resident of our
apartment. Unsurprisingly Juan quickly came to understand that
Chris got spanked pretty severely for misbehavior.
A hot hairy young man from Spain, Juan's English was surprisingly
excellent and his dark Mediterranean features made him extremely
attractive. Chris denies to this day that he and Juan ever were
romantically or sexually involved, but I've always wondered.
Although Juan must have seen the punishment sheet early into his
visits to our apartment, he never asked about them to my
knowledge. The way he learnt that Chris got spanked as far as I
know was when I came home one evening and found my stereo and TV
on in the living room blasting. Further dirty dishes littered the
table. Justin was away on business and I figured that Chris had
taken advantage of my late arrival to overindulge in the pleasures
of my apartment.
Without turning down the radio, I fetched a cane from the spare
bedroom and stormed into his room. To my surprise Juan was there
and Chris was scared out of his mind. Undisuaded by his friend's
presence, I asked Chris what was going on.
"Please dad, can we talk later," Chris begged.
"No, Christopher, now," I ordered.
"Look Juan and I were just having fun, we were going to clean
things up before he left," Chris responded pleadingly.
"You know that when you eat dinner you are supposed to clear the
dishes immediately," I stated calmly.
"Dad," Chris begged.
Juan had already seen the cane in my hand but had not decided to
leave and had not said anything either.
"Juan, could you look at the list behind you," I asked politely.
Juan turned to face it as Chris blushed a deeper shade of crimson.
"Juan, what does it say next to the word 'Chores,'" I asked.
"10 c, Sir," Juan responded helpfully.
"Thank you Juan, why don't you go into the living room for a bit,"
I suggested. With the stereo on, he wouldn't hear Christopher
crying from the cane.
"Si," he responded and left the room.
I stripped Christopher completely naked in a few quick motions.
Taking my time to increase his anxiety I slowly bent his naked
body over the desk to expose his bare buttocks to my cane. He
remained silent and unobjecting to my actions knowing that
punishment was coming one way or another.
Slowly and methodically I caned Chris' buttocks. I took my time
enjoying delivering firm painful blows to create deep red lines on
his ass cheeks and to hear him screaming in pain. Chris did not
move his hands to block the cane despite the intense level of pain
he was feeling because the list indicated "x2" for that offense.
When I finished and Chris was crying I stood him up and kissed him
firmly as I felt, groped, and pinched his sore burning ass flesh.
Then I whispered, "To the living room window with you, NOW!" Chris
came with me slowly, still crying.
I positioned him in the window so his sore buttocks were visible
to the room and his friend Juan.
Juan did not approach his friend in the window but merely stared
at him as I cleaned the table and then turned the stereo off. When
I sat next to Juan I asked him if his parents ever spanked him.
"Yes, Sir," he responded, "but not since I was younger."
"Well, Christopher and I have an agreement, he is not my actual
son, but in return for living here, he agrees to accept my
punishments when he breaks the rules."
Juan nodded to indicate his understanding. "Do you think I did a
good job on his butt," I asked. Afraid to answer, Juan shrugged.
After a bit I asked Chris to come over to me, still naked, and
held him in my lap and comforted him till he finally calmed down
and thanked me for the caning and apologized for leaving a mess.
Juan did not talk throughout this, but just watched.
The next day, Justin was still away and when I came in the
apartment was in great shape. I heard Chris talking to someone and
went into the room and found Juan. "Dad, wait a second," Chris
said.
"Yes," I said.
"I was explaining to Juan about my spankings," Chris started.
"Oh," I responded.
Chris continued, "I'm really sorry about last night and I just
want Juan to know that I was glad you caned me."
I kissed Christopher and said, "Good, Juan, I'm glad you
understand in the future if you are around and Chris misbehaves, I
won't bother to send you out of the room."
Juan nodded calmly and added, "I'm also sorry for getting Chris in
trouble, I had suggested we get the dishes later."
I was sorely tempted to give Juan a good butt blistering, but for
now resisted that temptation, "Juan, you were not responsible for
following and knowing the house rules, Chris was and he knew
better than to leave dishes, I'm tired now so Chris if you don't
mind, I'll give you your bedtime spanking now."
"Que," quizzed Juan.
"A bedtime spanking," Chris explained, "my dad swats my ass firmly
but not too bad every night just to keep me in line." Chris then
pulled off his pants and came over to me eagerly.
Softly I swatted his butt 20 times, still sore from the caning he
yelped a bit and then I kissed him goodnight and left the room.
Break -----
As Thanksgiving approached, Juan was around constantly. Chris
approached me and asked if Juan could stay with us over the winter
break as a ticket home to Spain was too costly, I agreed but
suggested that Chris talk with Juan about the fact that he would
get spanked. Chris shrugged and smiled and said he felt that Juan
expected as much.
Just after Thanksgiving one night as Juan was leaving he knocked
on my bedroom door. "Sir, Chris is ready for his bedtime spanking,
also I wanted to thank you for letting me stay during the
Christmas break, Chris has explained all the rules, I'm sure you
won't need to spank me," he said.
"Well I'm glad you are staying Juan, I'm sure it will be fine,
you've always been such a nice guest, but you will also get
bedtime spankings," I said.
He nodded and then headed out.
Justin commented on how hot Juan was and we made very passionate
love as I thought about my opportunities to spank Juan.
Juan arrived the last day of exams with a small suitcase in hand
and quickly unpacked in Chris' room and then the two headed out
for dinner. I reminded the boys of the midnight curfew as they
left. They came back around 11:50, closer for comfort than Chris
would normally stay out on his own.
I administered Chris' bedtime spanking first and then turned to
Juan. Juan came over and pulled his tight briefs down. His hairy
ass looked hot to spank and I gently administered 30 swats with my
hand to it. Each slap produced a mild ouch from him but he did not
seem upset and was somewhat turned on. I pulled his pants up and
then let them get some sleep in Chris' queen size bed.
All day Saturday Juan was the model citizen and assisted in the
chores. He wanted to go out though to a club and Chris decided not
to come, I reminded him of the curfew and let him go out. Chris,
Justin and I went to the movies and saw a mindless blockbuster.
When we got in at 11, Juan had not yet returned.
I sent Chris to bed at midnight with a firm bedtime spanking and
told him I would deal with Juan when he got in. At 2 AM, Juan
staggered in a bit drunk, when he saw me standing with a paddle in
hand he pissed in his pants, literally. I ordered him to stand,
covered and drenched in his own urine, for 30 minutes in the
window.
Then I brought him to the extra bedroom and strapped him to the
punishment horse, naked.
When he realized that I had him strapped down he started
complaining, his drunk euphoria worn off and the cold reality of
his situation apparent.
"Please Sir, I'm sorry," Juan pleaded.
"50 strokes with this wooden paddle will make you sorry boy," I
responded and began beating his ass.
"Fuck," he screamed when the first blow hit. By the fiftieth blow,
he was crying like a baby and cursing at the same time. His ass
was very sore and his cock was surprisingly hard from the terror
and pleasure of it all. I unstrapped him from the horse and sent
him directly to bed with Chris cautioning him to think about his
conduct. Chris told me in the morning that Juan cried all night in
his arms.
In the morning Juan looked at me with new found terror, while
Chris made it look easy to take a spanking, Juan now realized I
meant business. He quickly apologized for coming in late and drunk
and offered to do extra chores.
I shook my head, "In this house, after the spanking there is no
other punishment or consequences." Juan nodded in understanding.
He then proceeded, seemingly intentionally, to forget to make the
bed or take out the trash. By noon he was in my lap for an over
the lap session with a wooden hairbrush for 50 hard swats on his
already reddened ass. Although he cried, his cock was rock hard
throughout on my lap and he didn't curse much. For dinner he
forgot to set the table and I repeated the treatment with the
hairbrush. So for his second full day he managed to get quite the
ass whipping and the bedtime spanking made him cry despite my
attempt to be on the especially soft side with it.
In the morning he apologized for being so bad and asked if he
could go out tonight since there was no school, I agreed and
reminded him of curfew at midnight. He promised he wouldn't come
late. When he headed out, this time with Chris at 10 PM, I
reminded them both again.
They got in at 2 AM. I took the two of them to the dungeon bedroom
and tied them facing each other to the ceiling. "Christopher, 30
lashes for you," I stated. Chris' entire body winced involuntarily
at the pronouncement.
"Same punishment for you Juan," I ordered and left the room,
leaving them dick to dick, face to face for a while to think about
it.
"C R A C K," I snapped the whip in the air an hour later. The two
were in hushed whispers and both were crying. Chris was explaining
that Juan made him late and Juan was pleading off the whip.
"Enough sniveling," I said.
"Christopher, you knew better, you should have left rather than
stay and be late with Juan," I said. Silence.
I began the whipping on my son. I was gentle with the whip and
although he was crying and his back was covered with lash marks
when I finished, no serious harm or bleeding was apparent. I
kissed him and he whispered an apology. I repeated that treatment
on Juan who had never been flogged before and he was in
significantly more pain, and crying quite the river of tears.
I ordered them both to stand in the window facing out on their
tippy toes. I told them that if they came off their toes, I would
swat their ass. Chris failed first and five swats on his bare ass
and one swat on his back and he was hopping in pain and then back
on the balls of his feet. Juan was next and a similar treatment
kept him standing.
At 6 AM after 4 hours of standing at least 2 of which were on the
balls of their feet I sent them to bed. Asses and backs extremely
sore.
Juan woke up first around mid-afternoon and came into my bedroom
and apologized and then asked if he was grounded. Once again, I
shook my head and explained that after punishment, my boys are
forgiven.
Throughout the three weeks of spring break, Juan offered me at
least four opportunities a day to spank him. I never discussed his
enjoyment of the punishments and Christopher once mentioned that
he thought Juan was misbehaving intentionally, and I just kissed
him on the head and nodded.
Juan still visits us occasionally and takes bedtime spankings
along with some serious swats for discipline. He and Chris still
disclaim any sexual attraction and Juan is engaged to a woman to
be married this year. Sigh, so hot, so spankable.
Mike ----
Of all of Chris' friends senior year, Mike was my favorite. While
I perhaps spanked Juan more than Kevin or Mike, Mike was a brat.
Mike stood at 5' 11" and was trim and smooth. While he was 21
years old when I first met him, you might easily have mistaken him
for 5. Twice before he really knew about my spanking tendencies he
threw temper tantrums, for lack of a more accurate description,
with Chris when he didn't get his way. Further even when he was
getting his way he would demand attention or play with things
Chris would ask him not to touch. Mike seemed oblivious to
anything that would occur in the household and once I spanked
Justin in the den while Mike was visiting and I would swear he
didn't notice.
The camel's back broke with Mike sometime in March of the senior
year. He was over and Chris asked him not to touch some of
Justin's jade figurines. Mike then proceeded to go touch them and
managed to break one along with the glass table that was
supporting it.
When I came out into the room and saw the mess, I decided it was
time to put Mike in his place.
Brat Training -------------
I asked Mike for his parent's phone number calmly. Terrified he
gave it to me. I asked Chris to go to his room and asked Mike to
stay in the living room.
I proceeded to the master bedroom and called Mike's parents. After
a quick heart to heart with Mike's father and mother we agreed
that Mike needed some direction and discipline. I offered to
provide a strong dose of both and forgive the incident with the
figurine. While Mike was legally an adult I felt from a
psychological point of view, his parent's permissiveness and their
lack of discipline had created this behavior and that now I needed
them to back me.
"Mike, can you come in here please," I shouted to the other room.
While I only heard half the conversation, the expressions on
Mike's face and his half suggested the thinking and lack of
discipline that had created this full fledged brat. When it became
clear that Mike's parents wouldn't just pay for it he looked at me
in terror.
"So, Mike, I take it you understand now that I'm in charge of
handling your punishment for breaking the figurine," I said.
"My dad will pay," he responded.
"Mike that won't happen, you need to deal with me," I said.
"I can play with what I want," he said.
"Wrong," I said and grabbed him by the ear and into the dungeon
bedroom. As I manhandled his struggling body over the spanking
horse and fastened the restraints. Once I had him firmly strapped
down I left him to whine and complain and plead.
I went in to Chris and found him naked bent over the desk with a
cane at the side. I licked each butt cheek thoroughly and then
asked him what he thought he deserved for not exercising more
control over his guest. Christopher asked if in addition to taking
20 strokes with the cane, he might help me discipline Mike. I
agreed and proceeded to brutalize my son's ass with the cane by
landing 20 extremely forceful and violent strokes on his buttocks
to maximize the intense levels of pain the cane can deliver.
When I finished his buttocks were welted with deep crimson lines
and I held his crying body against my own and kissed him deeply
with tongue. He apologized to me and I held him for a while until
the sobbing stopped. We then together went into the dungeon
bedroom and I had Chris show Mike what had happened to his ass as
we both ignored the brat's complaints.
"Mike your ass is going to be on fire when I finish," I said as I
selected a tawse to adjust the brat's attitude inch of flesh by
inch of flesh. Chris put his cock in his friend's mouth at my
request and made the brat suck him off before I administered the
first blow.
Blow by blow I then began to reduce the brat's whiney complaints
to tears. First I struck the flesh of each butt cheek with a
separate blow. Then I got his balls with a single violent blow.
That caused the tears to begin to welter down like the rain. Next
three blows to each side of his thighs. Then I got his back with
several blows and then my attentions returned to reddening his
butt to a deep shade of crimson. When my hand tired as the brat's
screams and pleas for mercy got louder, I allowed Chris to work
over the buttock to bring out some severe welts and then attack
other parts of the brat's flesh with the tawse.
After I asked Chris to stop hitting Mike, I made the crying boy
suck my cock off and swallow the cum and I invited Justin to get a
blow job from him as well.
A quick examination of his body revealed deep red over his thighs,
balls, back and the sides of his back. His buttocks were black and
blue and welted. The pain Chris and I had put him in was probably
close to the breaking point, so I unfastened him and had Justin
give him a bath to soothe some of the flesh a touch and then I had
him sleep with Chris although he was numb from the pain basically
at that point.
In the morning I performed four soapy enemas on the boy when he
started crying about his dad making me pay for hitting him. The
enemas changed his attitude quickly. I made Mike stay with us for
the rest of the weekend. Any time his bratty attitude started to
surface, I immediately dragged him to the bathroom and performed
an enema and then spanked his already sore ass with my hand over
his lap.
By Sunday at midnight his attitude was notably different and by my
count 30 enemas had been performed.
I had him call his parents and once again from my side of the
conversation I knew they were behind me. He sheepishly handed me
the phone about five minutes into it and he hadn't even whined
once, just politely kept asking if he had to stay with me. Once
his dad was on the phone he expressed his pleasure at Mike's quick
attitude change and asked if Mike could spend more weekends with
me. I agreed and suggested that for the first week we keep him
here for closer control.
During that first week, I did not have to restrain him for a
brutal punishment any further. Each little whine or minor act of
disobedience was followed by an immediate strip down of all
clothing followed by corner time followed by an enema followed by
50 hand spanks firmly delivered over my lap.
Unlike Juan who seemed to take genuine pleasure in being spanked,
Mike hated the experience and found it to be punishment. Towards
the end of the first week, the severe spanking routine I was using
was having a noticeable effect. Despite his threats that "daddy
would come get him." Daddy was firmly behind me and each night I
had Mike call his parents and then I would speak to them, on
Friday his Dad mentioned how much more polite and less whiney Mike
was sounding, I agreed.
Saturday morning Mike threw a pouting fit when I insisted that
there would be no more sugar cereals for breakfast. The instant he
started to pout, I was already stripping his clothes off. Before
he even realized what happened, I had him nose again the glass of
the window, ass to the room. Juan actually dropped by and was
surprised by Mike's presence.
I made Mike stand for a particularly long time exposed to
everybody in the apartment and then ordered him to my bathroom and
invited Chris and Juan to come watch. "Juan, Chris, why don't you
join Mike in the bathroom, Juan I think you will find it
particularly educational to see how a brat can be taught how to
behave," I suggested.
Inside the bathroom, Mike was naked and trying to stand modestly.
"Stand at attention Mike," I ordered. "Get into the tub," I
continued. "Chris, would you get me a 1 gallon enema bag," I asked
politely. Chris fumbled under the sink and pulled out the large
black bag that could easily hold a full gallon of hot soapy water.
"Chris, also could you give me a butt plug and also the tawse that
we used the other night as well," I asked politely also. Chris
disappeared and Mike started to whimper and step out of the tub.
"WHERE are you going young man," I barked to Mike as I pushed him
back into the tub.
"Juan, while you and Chris sometimes misbehave, Mike here is a
certified brat who has been warping his parents around his fingers
for years, but his parents are fully behind my correcting him at
this late age," I commented to Juan. As I finished up, Chris
returned with the butt plug and tawse I requested in hand. I
filled the enema bag slowly with the hottest water the tap would
provide and added some soap to the bag. After attaching the bag to
the top of the tub rod, I inserted the nozzle into Mike's waiting
ass. By now Mike had at least learned better than to try to
complain his way out of a punishment but he also knew this would
be rather severe and his ass resisted my attempts to slide the
enema nozzle into his fuck hole.
Once inside, I gradually loosened the stream of hot soapy water
into his body. As I watched the container emptied I watched Mike
struggle to hold the full gallon. Once empty, I removed the nozzle
and slid the well lubricated butt plug into his body. With a
gallon trapped inside his gut and a butt plug holding it in, I
could sense Mike on the breaking point of accepting discipline
into his life.
Bent over the tub ledge, I allowed Juan and Chris to take turns
applying the tawse to his body anywhere they pleased. When I asked
them to stop his buttocks and thighs were a deep crimson and tears
were streaming down his face. His gut seemed ready to explode and
when I finally released the pressure by removing the plug, he was
quite appreciative and came over to my arms and hugged me warmly
and promised to behave better.
Over the remainder of the school year, Mike spent every weekend at
my apartment and although his attitude was significantly better,
no weekend passed without at least three spankings and one really
severe ass strapping.
Mike's parents are still in touch with me from time to time and
are very appreciative for my efforts with their son. Mike himself
also still calls, but doesn't visit. He has mentioned to me that
he and his wife are spanking their child to provide discipline and
that he still thinks both painfully and appreciatively of my
guidance.
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