Dom Dave's boi julian
Chapter 4. The Spanking
I get the place ready for Julian. I set towels out for him and have candles ready to be lit. I put out my wooden spoon just in case, although this spanking might only be by hand. It's always good to leave options.
I give him an affectionate welcome when he gets here and we enjoy a nice snuggle together for a bit. We sit and chat for a while getting caught up.
Todd and Zach are moving ahead with things. Julian is always naked now. One night they had a couple friends over to play cards and he was their naked waiter bringing drinks and snacks. They're trying out asking permissions, like to use the bathroom (when one of them is home), or go out for any reason on his days off. They let him know that chastity is eventually going to be mandated. He's had two chastity days this week, and now again tonight because I demanded it.
"You must be meeting a lot more people who are into their scene, Julian."
"I'll say! I could have a different Dom every night if I wanted to be a slut. Not for me though."
"Good. I just got this mean idea that maybe Todd or Zach could be in charge of that, as if they decide to send you to someone to serve, something along those lines."
"Oh man, you mean like they pimp me out?"
I crack up. "Well, maybe . . . But enough about that. Let me watch you strip. Then you can go take your shower, nice and slow and as hot as you can make it. Don't worry, you won't run out of hot water. When you're done I'll be ready for you to get over my lap. Go now, faggot."
It's a real button-pusher for him to be called faggot. It makes him wince, so I know it gets to him. They don't call him that at home. They usually don't call him anything other than his name. Despite him being naked they're all casual with one another.
So, disciplinarian . . . .I've got to think about this some more. . . . but now . . . Here he is, young flesh sparkling warm and clean. Julian wrapped modestly in a towel, looking a bit apprehensive. "Lose the towel, boy. I've seen you naked before and you're getting spanked naked. Drop it."
He does, of course, and blushes. "Gee, by now I would have thought being naked would just be natural for you, Julian."
"It still gets to me at times, but yeah, it almost seems ordinary now. For some reason it's really embarrassing right now."
"I'm not surprised. This time you're standing here naked in front of the man who's about to take you over his knee and give you a good solid thrashing, one you've had coming for a long time, boy. So let's get to it. Over you go."
Not surprise it's a bit awkward until I have him set over me at just the right angle. I just start caressing his pale ass made pink in the shower and about to get a hell of a lot pinker before this evening is over. I stroke his ass with one hand and his back and neck with the other, getting him to relax.
"Your muscles are tense. Let them go, Julian. Don't tighten up to protect yourself. You're here to be punished. Take it. Don't try to resist it. It will hurt more if you fight it. Get used to the idea that sub boys like you have to get thrashed every so often. It keeps you more obedient and docile. You really need this, Julian. You have for a good long time. You'll understand it better once I'm done with you now."
And I begin. Lightly and liberally and everywhere and gradually some real spanking begins and his reactions are so enticing, and I realize that this is going to be happening often from now on, and he's just going to have to get used to being sore most of the time if he continues to pursue being submissive. Light outcries begin and every once in a while I make sure to land a harder blow to get a yelp out of him.
Will he actually break down crying? I don't know for sure, but he sure is making some pretty music for me and his flesh is quivering more and more now. He starts writhing and I keep coaching, "calm down and take your punishment, kid, Take the pain. It's gotta hurt. It's punishment, boy. Punishment for a lifetime of getting away with things. No more, Julian. This is how things are for you now."
I stop just before the outcries turn into outright crying. We'll save that for another time. There are tears in his eyes, sure, but he didn't break down. I don't move when I'm finished, and tell him to stay still as well. Eventually I tease his reddened flesh with my fingertips and it really gets his ass trembling until at last he almost starts to laugh. I just spill him off my knees and onto the floor. Shit, my hand hurts! This fucking kid is tough! It's a good thing I have a nice assortment of implements. And I still haven't used the wooden spoon.
He lies there on his back but trying to prevent his ass from toughing the carpet. What a lovely sight. Next time I'll keep my phone nearby to snap a photo. I reach down and wipe his eyes dry. "I would have died if I ended up crying," he says to me.
"You will next time, Julian. It's all part of the experience. Think about it the next time you're allowed to jerk off. Think about me making you cry the next time I spank you."
He gets quiet. After a while, I start in. "There will be a next time, Julian. You realize that now, don't you, that even worse spankings like this are part of your life now. Regularly. One of these days I'll get to see you sobbing. And you'll keep coming back for more, boy. Sometimes you'll really wish you didn't have to. Some times you'll come here with a chip on your shoulder and I'll have to knock it off with my strap."
He gets up on his knees and puts each hand on my knees as I sit there looking at him. "Can I ask for something, Dave?"
"Sure, you can ask. I'm not guaranteeing you'll get it, though."
"I just want to ask that we can still just go out as friends like we did the other night. Me taking you to dinner to thank you and we just sit and talk about life like we did that night. Just so it doesn't just all become only about discipline and bdsm stuff."
"Perfectly reasonable request, Julian. I think it's an excellent idea. And yes, I'll deliberately make you pay for dinner."
He laughs. "I don't pay with my own money; it's a business expense. The Firm requires that every new member have a mentor and there's a budget for us to entertain our mentors as a gesture of gratitude. It's all expensed!"
I laugh as well. "Wow. You really lucked out when you got this job, Julian."
"Tell me about it. I've been lucking out ever since that night when I was sitting by myself nursing a drink in the corner of a cocktail lounge in a hotel in Atlanta Georgia having to go to the straight wedding of a sister who hates me and who always used to picked on me. I tried to get out of going. Good thing I didn't, because I never would have met you. I never would have ended up here, on the floor at your feet, naked and with a sore ass from being spanked."
I reach out and tweak one of his nipples and he throws himself at me for more. One thing leads to another but I finally put a stop to it as much as I'd like to take the boy inside and fuck the daylights out of him. "Boys like you always show your gratitude for being disciplined by sucking off their disciplinarians," I tell him.
Maybe I'm stupid, but I'm following my instinct on this. Funny how it makes me think about that night he was naked in the limo that picked me up. But we both got off that night. I will tonight, but I'm denying him permission to take care of it later. Let's find out if he can hold off just because I ordered him to.
"Next time we go out you can come over after dinner. You'll serve me the way I want. You can even plan to spend the night in my arms if that's allowed. Does that sound like something you'd like to do? Will they allow it?"
"Oh please, Dave. Yes, please let's do that. I'll text you tomorrow from work and we can pick a date. I'd love that. It will be fine with them. They want me to be at your disposal as often as possible."
"You got it, kid." I help him get dressed and actually walk him out to the car that came to pick him up. Reminds me the last time I was at the door of a limo looking in at him. I wouldn't miss it this time. I know it will hurt when his butt hits the back seat. He looks at me with a stricken look on his face and we both chuckle before I shut the door and send the car on its way.
What a wonderful young man! What a luscious ass to thrash—whenever I want to! I'm so happy he's part of my life. Besides that, I'm really looking forward to finally meeting Todd and Zach.
The next day I have two other dates on my calendar. Lunch with Todd and Zach is one, finally!!! And an evening cuddling Julian, but that turned out to be not at all what I expected. Oh, I'm not disappointed. It's just that we came to a more astute understanding of how we would continue to fit in each other's lives from here on.
The romancing was delicious and much needed by both of us, and I made love to him the same way I did when we met in Atlanta, babying him and praising him and coaching him along as he slowly opened up and gave himself to me.
But that was only the first part of the evening. Lying in each other's arms afterwards, we have a lovely conversation. He wanted to thank me for spanking him the way I did the first time and how as the days went on he felt better and better being sore the way he was. Several days after that he met up with another guy who loved playing with his ass and it drove him out of his mind, the combination of being sore from a thrashing and having his sore flesh being loved by this really sweet and innocent guy who didn't know what a slut he was turning into.
I chuckled because I knew exactly what he was talking about. "I call it sweet and sour," I tell him and he said he might make that a motto to live by. Well anyway, eventually he told me that he missed being sore and damn it, he actually came out and asked me to spank him again then love him while he was hurting from the spanking. He wanted to find out what it would be like, if it would turn him on the same way it did after the last time he got spanked.
How could I deny a request like that?
I used a nice strap I had set aside for him when I first got it. A perfect one for the first time, I felt, because it would deliver what I think of as soft pain. Pain that is pleasurable at the very same time it is received. I made him talk more, down on his knees this time. I made him tell me why he deserved to be punished, real things he could confess to me.
Finally he told me how he gets a snobby and snotty attitude in his mind sometimes towards co-workers he dislikes. I made him mention their names, too. I wanted it to be real for him, to understand that every sub boy like him needs to be punished for all sorts of things.
It worked. He was near tears when he admitted he really deserved a good thrashing. I had him up on the bed on all fours, the way we had discussed last time. And I did what had to be done to help this wonderful young man to become his better self. The sub needed to be punished, and he was well punished—not nearly as badly as last time—and then I consoled him in my arms and made sure he had an intense experience of sweet and sour, only this time, the sour first.
And I fucked him again, not like a virgin but like the slut he's becoming for men, and he was in ecstasy. I took care of him the next morning as well to make sure he would be okay on his way home. We had a lovely breakfast, him standing, and then we called a car to take him back home. So anyway, our time together was unique and fulfilling for both of us. Damn, how lucky I was the night I met that kid! Sorry for repeating myself. I say that a lot.
. . . later at lunch with Julian's roommates: "So you got to spank the boy a second time," Todd said as he shook my hand when we first met. "and he even asked for it. That's impressive, that the kid feels that secure with you." "We both owe you a great debt," agreed Zach. "It's thanks to you that we've all had the good fortune to meet Julian and to feel a part of the progress he's making the past several months. That was indeed a fortuitous meeting."
"For me as well, guys, let me assure you. As long as I live I'll never forget the night I looked into the limo to see him kneeling naked on the seat, happy to display himself to me. He's come so far since he was that shy little guy sipping his gin looking as if he was about to put down the glass and escape back to the safety of his lonely room. You know, he never did tell me about the wedding he was in town for that weekend."
"there was no wedding, Dave. It was all a pretext."
"I don't understand."
"He said he was there for a wedding with his family. The truth is he lived there in Atlanta. He'd been hanging around in various hotel lounges around the city hoping for some man to pick him up. He lucked out the night he met you. First time it paid off for him, he tells us, and it was a great pay off."
I'm flabbergasted. The first thing I think of is how I'm going to punish him for that whole gambit. Some day soon. Maybe that's when I'll introduce the boy to the cane. "Well obviously another punishment session is in the works," I say, laughing. "I cant believe I fell for the lie, but come to think of it, he pushed it all night, even to the point of telling me he had to get back to his room before morning so his parents didn't realize he'd been whoring around. Damn good actor, that's for sure."
"Which is precisely why we have to keep him naked as much as possible," says Todd. "Naked, he has nothing to hide."
"Not only that," adds Todd, but we gave him his phone password and I check it out every couple days to see what he's been up to."
". . . and given out his number to local Doms," adds Zach.
"What I don't understand, if I may be so bold, is why you're just not turning him into your personal slave, the both of you. Considering what's happened, I'm surprised he isn't serving the both of you on a regular basis or why you'd even want your Dom friends to get a piece of him. Keep the virgin slave for yourselves, after all."
Zach cracks up. "We've got professional responsibilities as far as Julian is concerned, and we can't mix business with pleasure, so to speak, or The Firm would blow a gasket. That's also why we asked you to handle the discipline. We've got to keep things in their proper categories."
"sounds weird to me," I admit. "For some reason keeping the boy naked, shaving him bare, imposing chastity, but not making him your owned slave? I don't understand why you don't follow things through to its inevitable conclusion. Then you talk about categories? I'm sorry, guys, but this just doesn't make any sense to me at all."
"Service without ownership," says Zach. "That's the prevailing situation in The Firm for most of us, ourselves included. We have access to all the slaves we could ever need, but we're not allowed to own any of them. They, like us, are all members of the Firm, each of us in our own category. Likewise, those who are chosen and trained as slaves for the Firm are exactly that: slaves to the Firm but unowned by any single individual."
"You see, Dave," says Todd, "Keeping the kid naked is not unusual in situations where a relatively green associate is placed with more experienced executives. In fact, it's quite common, part of forming a certain humility in the new guy to see how he'll handle it. Demands will be made on him in his position that he might otherwise not be able to handle. When someone who only thinks of himself as an employee eventually finds himself coaxed or coerced to be naked in front of colleagues, it sets a particular tone. It helps him understand his place."
"Sounds to me like you're breaking him in as a slave to a lot more people than just the two of you,"
"True, Dave, but a lot of that hasn't been made clear to him yet. But now we have something else to ask of you at least to consider."
What's next, I wonder. I have to say I'm not surprised when they tell me what they want.
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