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******* Chapter: 2
As the days passed, Michael settled into his new job, grateful for the opportunity but increasingly frustrated with the challenges that arose. Initially, David had been supportive, even driving Michael to the firm and offering regular lifts. But soon, David's commitments started conflicting with Michael's schedule, making it difficult for him to rely on his boss for transportation. Reluctantly, Michael turned to public transport, navigating the city's bustling streets on his own.
Meanwhile, Jessica's true colors began to shine through, much to Michael's dismay. Her arrogance and disdain for others became increasingly evident, and Michael found himself growing more and more annoyed by her behavior. The once lavish lifestyle of David and Jessica began to grate on Michael, highlighting the stark contrast between his humble upbringing and their extravagant ways.
But it was in the office where Michael made his most startling observations. Despite David's authoritative demeanor, Michael couldn't help but notice cracks in his facade. David seemed to struggle under the pressure, often becoming nervous and making errors in important documents. Tasks were frequently postponed, and David's office became a hub of chatter, distracting both him and his colleagues from their work.
Despite David's years of experience, Michael couldn't shake the feeling that his boss lacked the efficiency and professionalism expected of someone in his position. It was a revelation that left Michael feeling conflicted -- grateful for the opportunity David had provided him, but also concerned about the state of affairs within the company. As he navigated the complexities of his new job, Michael found himself grappling with questions about David. Furthermore, he also felt sympathetic towards him as observed David not happy in his marriage, sometimes sinking in his thoughts as if he would gather his friends and colleagues just to hide the emptiness in him. He has not seen Jessica and him getting along together, they would argue and Jessica would especially insult him and Dave won't do anything in response. It sometimes seemed like Dave had no self respect.
One day, Michael found himself in David's office, searching for him to sign an important document. As he placed the file on David's desk, his hand inadvertently brushed against David's laptop, causing the screen to light up. He just gave a random look and what he saw on the screen left him stunned -- a document that he never expected to find. With wide eyes and a racing heart, Michael scanned the lines, his shock growing with each word. It was a revelation that would shake everything up.
He could recognise by just reading few lines that it was an erotica, which entailed a following description:
(Accountability Group: Mature Men In Trouble. Failure to meet assigned goals means mature butts are bared, paddled, strapped or spanked.
"Making An Example Of Tyler"
Tonight's lecture, on time management, had concluded and the main meeting of the Accountability Group was over. More than half the men left for home. The rest reported for private consultations with their mentors and a couple of dozen men headed off to different rooms for Small Group discussions. Time for me to go into action.
I'm an AD (Authorized Disciplinarian) for the group. Most members just come for the talks, some meet with their mentors for advice and encouragement, and a select group of men - who are struggling more than most - volunteer to accept old fashioned consequences for failure to help keep them on track. These men we refer to as "Patton's Boys" because World War II General George S. Patton once reportedly said "what every man needs is a good hard paddling." That's where the ADs come in; we administer the consequences agreed to by the member and his mentor. I retrieve the mentors' list of miscreants and I select a light coach's paddle for this evening's consequences. It makes a racket when it's applied and it stings like the dickens but it doesn't bruise the gluteal muscles.
It suddenly gets quiet when I enter the first Small Group, the six men spaced out in a circle of chairs. "Tyler" is only name on the list for this group. It's a newly formed group and Tyler's mentor said to make an example of him. Truth be told, I felt sorry for Tyler; 46-years-old and not doing well in several areas of his life. But as an AD I don't set the consequences, I administer them.
They are all looking at the paddle that I tap gently against my right thigh. "Tyler?" Nervously he raises his hand. "Stand up," I instruct. He's hesitant but he obeys.
I approach him and move his chair out of the way. I guide his hands behind his head and spin him around, butt facing the group. I tuck the paddle under my arm and pants him quickly. The awful reality of his situation suddenly catches up with him. "No! Please! Take me somewhere private!" I shake my head "no." "Please, Sir! Please don't do it here!" A pleading, plaintive tone replaces the shock of his first outburst.
"it's just 20, boy. It'll be over before you know it," My use of the term "boy" singes him. I'm nearly two decades younger, adding more humiliation to an already excruciatingly humbling situation. "Bend over, hands on your knees." The group is so quiet you can hear a proverbial pin drop. "Push your ass out, tilt it up." He stands where he is, hands behind his head, trousers and briefs around his ankles, bare butt exposed to the group. "I'm adding 5 to the 20 for not following orders." He whimpers a bit and shuffles his feet. "Bend. Over. Now. I can add 5 more if you want," I say flatly. Fortunately, he obeyed, slowly but finally obedient. The group is transfixed; a grown man, like them, bent over, bare butt tilted up, legs slightly spread, balls and dangling dick exposed to them.
Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack. Paddle meets bare bottom. Whack,, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack. I begin painting his lightly hairy butt red, starting at the top on the left and working my way down to his sit spot. Tyler squeals when the paddle makes stinging contact with the soft flesh there. I begin my way back up on the right side, starting at his sit spot (got a genuine "ouch!" on that one) and continuing the stinging march up his bottom. Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack. He's moaning and groaning now. Some of the guys in the group are turning their heads. Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack. I complete the 20 swats marching the paddle down the middle of his upturned rump. Tyler is breathing heavy. He's a little shaky.
"That should have been it, but you disobeyed." I stand him up and spin him around. I grab his left bicep and begin administering his five penalty swats. Some of the group members gasp when they see a pearl of precum leaking from the tip of his partial woody. He dances around a bit to try to avoid the paddle, his balls giggling with each swat and his half-stiffie bouncing side to side, and up and down, but my paddle finds his scarlet bottom every time. He's whimpering a bit.
"Stand absolutely still," I say.
He croaks out a "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir." Facing the group now, his cock twitches at the embarrassment.
"Tell the group what your mentor said this morning."
Tyler suddenly developed an intense interest in the carpet and dropped his head to stare down at it. Seeing his pulsing partial stiffie, now with a silver sliver of precum dripping, he decided to close his eyes.
"We are all waiting, Tyler," I say firmly but not unkindly.
"He said I could do what he told me to now, or I could do it later with a stinging red bottom."
Time to drive the lesson home to him and his and Small Group cohorts.
"Are you happy with your choice?"
I didn't expect it, and I don't think he did either, but his reply came in a weepy wail, "No, Sir. No, Sir. I'm not!"
"What did you learn?" I asked, looking each group member in the eye in turn from over his shoulder.
"A Patton's Boy obeys his Mentor and his AD ... immediately."
I set the paddle on his chair, brought his hands down from behind his neck, turned him around and took him into a hug. Red paddled bottom facing the group, he sank into the offered aftercare gratefully and hugged me back.
"You did well for your first time, boy."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Good boy. One more thing to do. You've been a bit of an a-hole about this so bend over, spread your cheeks, and display your anus to the group."
"No, Please, Sir, Please!"
Thump, thump, thump, thump. It's a sound a lot of Southern boys know, the thump of the belt as it is whisked through the loops when a man takes it off to use on your backside.
I bend Tyler over. Thwack! "What did you just learn?"
Tyler yelped. "Patton's Boys obey their Mentors and ADs, Sir!"
Thwack! "When do they obey them?"
"Immediately, Sir!'' Thwack!
"How long do I need to continue this conversation?" Thwack! "I've got other groups to visit." Thwack! "But I can stay here as long as I need to." Thwack!
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm good. I'm good" Thwack!
Obediently, Tyler turned around, bent over, spread his cheeks, and displayed his anus to the group.
As everyone was looking, I threaded my belt back into place.
"That's enough," I said. "Find a corner. Nose and toes to the wall for five minutes." Tyler shuffled over to the nearest corner he could find, pants down, paddled and belted bottom on display to the group.
"Time him," I said, pointing to a stunned group member. "Five minutes."
He nodded he understood. "When he's done, you guys can continue with your conversation. You;ll probably have a lot to talk about."
I picked up my paddle and pointed it directly at each man, "Does anyone have any questions about how this works?"
A simultaneous chorus of "no sir" was mumbled as Tyler stood in the corner with his stinging red bottom radiating heat)
Suddenly the door cracked and Micheal quickly straightened up holding the file. David who looked busy on a call came and asked what was he doing. Micheal quickly gave him the file, he signed and Micheal left. David opened his laptop and started typing. He had no clue that Micheal might have read it.
****** On returning home, Micheal was in shock about the revelation. He was confused whether David was gay or bisexual or what? Why does he write gay erotica as doesn't look like or act like being gay. Perhaps, that's the reason he always looks so distracted and lonely. Whatever the reason was, Micheal couldn't ask Dave about his secret but the dynamic between their relationship changed. Micheal started looking at him from a stranger's perspective more.
It was weekend and David told Micheal that he could go out and enjoy his time in San Francisco, he could even take one of his cars. Actually, David wanted to spend some alone time writing his sex addicted stories. He knew Jessica would be out entire day so it would be a great time continue his hobby.
As David found himself along and he opened his laptop, he received an email notification from someone named "anonymous", David was curious. He opened the email and read it. He thought it must be from one of his fans as he received emails on regular basis. His stories were mostly about spanking seduction and punishment where readers would assume him to be a Dominant punishing his subordinates by spanking them.
"Hello there, pup. Read your story and quickly recognized that who you really are",
This small email stirred something deep inside him.
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