Kevin Learns His Lesson by fiveholepunch and glaucon55@aol.com Copyright 2012, 2015
This story was originally written for Father's Day by fiveholepunch. He granted glaucon55 permission to edit and revise the story so it would become a collaboration. At his request, Glaucon55 is taking responsibility for this version of the story.
Please send glaucon55@aol.com with your comments on the revised story, and let him know of any experiences you may have had as preteen or middle school teenager that he could transform into a story. After all, this is strictly fiction-or is it?
Kevin was in his room. Kevin had been in his room for three hours. He had been sent there by his mother. Kevin's mother had had to come pick him up at school that afternoon. He had been sent to the principal's office. Kevin had been caught doing something very bad. Kevin was waiting for his father to get home. Kevin was anxious. He knew he was going to be punished.
Kevin heard the front door open. His father was home. He could hear his parents talking downstairs. He sat on his bed and awaited the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Kevin was frustrated and angry. Why did that third-grader tell on them? Why did his parents have to find out what he and Zack had been doing in the boy's room at school? Kevin didn't want to be punished. Kevin didn't want to get a spanking.
The minutes seemed without end, but eventually Kevin heard his dad on the stairs. The doorknob turned. Kevin tried not to look as his father entered the room.
"Stand up Kevin."
The boy stood up, head down. His dad took a seat on Kevin's bed.
"Stand right there."
Kevin's father directed the eleven-year-old to a spot two feet in front of him with a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Your mother told me that you were sent to the principal's office today. Is that true?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
The boy stared at his feet.
"Kevin, I want you to tell me what happened today."
Kevin fidgeted, not wanting to talk, but knowing he would have to answer his dad.
"Kevin. Why were you sent to the principal's office today?"
The boy didn't want to say. His father waited.
"I... I did something... in the boy's room," was the reluctant reply.
The boy was having trouble keeping still. His fingers twisted and pulled the seams of his blue jeans. He moved about, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"What were you doing?"
The boy bit his lip. He didn't want to tell.
"Kevin," his father said firmly, "I want to know what you were doing."
"I... I was in there with Zack."
Zack was Kevin's classmate.
Kevin and Zack were eleven years old. Kevin was a little over five feet tall, about average height; Zack was about four inches shorter and considered quite small for his age. Zack was cute and impish, he had longish brown hair and brown eyes. Kevin was a very lean boy, mainly due to his medications, but he was a fairly muscular 95 pounds. Kevin had dirty blonde hair with a prominent cowlick and light milky-blue eyes. Kevin's appearance wasn't cute, his face could best be described as pugnacious and not just because of his short, upturned nose.
Both boys were in the 5th grade. They had several special classes together. Kevin had problems controlling himself and staying on task. Academics weren't Kevin's strong point and Kevin didn't like to do his schoolwork. Kevin loved physical activity. Kevin wanted to move and run. He was an impulsive and very active boy.
Zack was a very smart boy, but Zach didn't want to do what he was told. Zack's behavior was very sneaky. Zack liked doing naughty things and especially liked getting other people in trouble.
"What were you two boys doing in the boy's room? Weren't you supposed to be in class?
"Uh huh," Kevin acknowledged.
"Then why were you in there, Kevin?"
"I don't know."
"Whose idea was it?"
Kevin frowned and bit his lip even harder.
"It was Zach's idea, wasn't it?"
"Mmm huh," Kevin mumbled.
"What were you told about that before? Weren't you told not to do things that Zack tells you?"
Kevin couldn't answer. The boy moved his shoulders nervously; his fingers twisted the seams of his jeans more tightly.
Kevin had gotten in trouble for stealing chalk and writing dirty words on the brick wall behind the school. Zack had dared him to do it. But those were simple games. Zack had suggested something much more adventurous, and much more forbidden. Kevin was clenching his ass muscles and his penis as his father stared at him, his expression getting more and more angry.
"Didn't we have this discussion before? Didn't you learn your lesson the last time young man?"
Kevin's father was getting angry.
"Well?"
"Y-y-yes, s-sir," Kevin stammered nervously. He felt like he might wet himself.
"I want you to explain what you two boys were doing."
Kevin began moving his feet. He pressed his lips together tightly and puffed his cheeks in a pout. His face reddened in frustration.
"Kevin, look at me," his father commanded. "I want you to tell me what you two boys were doing."
Kevin lifted his eyes slowly, afraid to make contact with his father's. "We were... We were..."
Kevin lowered his eyes. His breathing had quickened, he was almost gasping.
Then the words tumbled out of his mouth, quickly, and low, almost whispered. "We were playing with ourselves."
Kevin unconsciously turned away as if he wanted to run. His dad took him by the shoulders and turned him back around.
"What did you say he yelled! You mean you were playing with your penises, don't you?"
The boy nodded. His lips were quivering and the blood rushing to his head.
"Damn-it Kevin, what were you thinking? Do you think that is acceptable behavior young man?"
"N-n-no," blubbered the distraught boy. And yet even the memory of what he and Zack had done made his 4.5 inch pricklet between to harden.
"Then why were you doing it?" his father demanded.
"I... I don't know," Kevin was crying now, and yet his cock was almost erect; he couldn't help himself.
"You don't know?" was his father's clearly enunciated rejoinder in an incredulous question.
"Zack said it would be fun. He... he dared me to do it," Kevin whined. And it was fun, more fun than he had ever had rubbing his penis on his own, or grinding it into his bedding at night.
He childishly hoped that he could escape his punishment by crying, whining and blaming his friend; he knew he couldn't and he cried even harder in fear at what was coming, especially now that his boy cock was throbbing.
"Well, it's not so fun now, is it young man?"
"No... no, s-sir," Kevin was having trouble answering now in his distress.
"You better start thinking long and hard about your behavior young man. You obviously didn't learn your lesson the last time; well, you're going to learn it now."
Kevin his father stood up and began reaching for his belt buckle.
"Nooo!" the boy wailed.
Kevin's penis was rock hard from fear and the memory of the fun he and Kevin had enjoyed. Even so, he tinkled a little pee through his straining erection into his underpants.
"Don't you dare talk back to me young man. Go stand at the end of your bed."
"Nooo... pleease, I-I won't do it again," Kevin pleaded.
He knew he was contradicting his father's directive, but he didn't want the belt.
"I said. Go. Stand. By the foot of the bed."
The punctuated emphasis of his father's words made it clear there was no escape. Kevin's father slid the shiny black leather belt from the last loop of his trousers and doubled it over in his right hand.
Kevin felt his knees wobble. He wanted to sit down, but he knew this would anger his father even more. He couldn't see too well from the tears welling in his eyes.
"Don't you dare sit down young man," his father warned, seeing the boy's unsteady state.
The boy went to the foot of his bed and stood facing the baseboard.
"Take down your pants and underwear young man," ordered his father.
Kevin's teeth chattered. Trembling, he fumbled with his belt buckle. He was so overwhelmed by trepidation, he felt like he might lose control of his sphincter and fart. After finally finishing a distracted unbuckling, he now bungled his snap and zipper. Nervousness and a perspiration bred of fear meant it took a few pulls for Kevin to get his jeans down below his knees. As he lowered his underwear Kevin felt ashamed; he knew his dad could see the wet yellow spots of fresh urine that had soaked into the front of his cotton briefs. Kevin hoped his dad wouldn't be able to see his hooded penis standing stiffly erect.
"Bend over and grab the baseboard."
Kevin gulped and sobbed. As the eleven-year-old leaned forward and grabbed the flat plank of wood at the foot of his bed with both hands, the boy's shirt rode up, exposing the pale white skin of his naked bottom from the delicate muscles of his lower back to the crook of his knees. His quivering cheeks were parted just enough to expose the barely darkened rosebud residing betwixt the boy's buttocks.
"You're gonna get a dozen this time," Kevin's father stated matter-of-factly.
"Nooo...," the boy groaned despite himself.
"I don't want to hear it, Kevin," the raised voice of the boy's father cut him off, "You've been warned about your behavior time and time again. I don't care how long it takes; you're going to learn your lesson."
With that Kevin's father swung the folded belt smartly. It landed with a crisp smack across the boy's naked rear.
"Ohh! Ooooh."
The boy cried out from shock, more than from the stinging pain. And yet at the same time, his cocklet throbbed causing his delicate but tight foreskin to slide back and expose just the tip of his fat cock knob.
"Do you think your mother should have to come pick you up from the principal's office?"
"No," the boy sobbed.
The second blow landed with equal force.
"Ahhh! ... Oh, oh."
Kevin let go of the baseboard.
"Put your hands back where they belong."
Kevin complied. He whined and bit his lip. He tried not to cry.
"Are you going to lie to your teacher to get out of class?"
"No."
"No sir," corrected Kevin's father.
"No... No, sir."
Another swift swipe stung the boy's tensed buttocks.
"Uhhh!" Now his foreskin was straining to fully retract, and only the bed and his shirt hid it from his father's notice. God it ached and yet despite the pain on his ass cheeks, his cock was throbbing with need.
"You're not to do what Zack says anymore. Is that clear?"
"Yes... yes, sir."
Two blows landed in quick succession.
"Aaahh ... aahh ... Oh .. Ohhh." These lashes forced Kevin into the bed and his cock rubbed deliciously against the material of the bedspread, grinding his foreskin and cock head in tandem.
The boy squirmed in agony and to let his exposed cock tip brush against the bedding while his foreskin held him still captive. He let go of the baseboard with his left hand, but for a moment only, he quickly put it back in place. Kevin couldn't hold back the tears, he bawled in irregular gasps and sputters.
"You're not to play with your privates in school ever again. And you're not to do that with anyone else, is that understood?"
"Yes ... yes, sir." When these words came out of his father's mouth, speaking about playing with his cock, he almost achieved the dry cum that he had enjoyed with Zack earlier. Now his cocklet was fully erect and pulsing, at the edge of orgasm.
Two more full swings of the black leather followed, one left one right. Kevin's reddened cheeks burned with pain. He danced rapidly foot to foot in torment. Kevin didn't let go of the baseboard.
"Ohhhh ... Please! I won't do it anymore. I promise."
"You promised you would be good before, Kevin."
"I will this time. I promise. Please no more." The boy was convulsed by sobs.
Two more blows fell.
"Oww! Oww! Ohh... Ohhh!"
Kevin's legs shook. He squatted lower and tried to squeeze his knees together. He felt like he might wet himself and yet have a dry boy cum at the same time.
"Stand up Kevin."
The eleven-year-old complied reluctantly. Another excruciating slap of leather.
"NNNNghh ... Nnnghh ... nnghh ... nnghh ..."
Kevin moaned to every stinging pulsation from his bottom.
The boy's still-erect penis inadvertently dribbled two small squirts of urine from his deep pisswell, and yet his tight foreskin still held him captive. A little bit ran down the underside of the rigid member to the eleven-year-old's contracted scrotum. Kevin bit his lip trying not to have an accident.
"Two more young man."
Kevin's anus quivered.
"Nnnoo...," was the boy's barely audible objection. He knew any more defiance would be met with more punishment.
"Are you going to disobey again?"
"N-no," then Kevin remembered to add, "N-n-no, sir."
His father delivered the final two strokes of the leather belt to the boy's bare bottom.
"OHHH! ... Owww, oww, oww!"
Kevin lost control for a moment with the pain. He felt his rectum convulsed and his anus loosened momentarily to expel a loud fart. He panicked. He had to squeeze his buttocks together hard to keep in an effort to control the orgasm that was overtaking him. At the same time he couldn't stop more urine from escaping, however. He sobbed from pain and embarrassment, not to mention the overwhelming sensation that finally arrived. Kevin's cock throbbed one last time, and then pulsed over and over and over again, even his nipples hardened as the dry cum almost made him faint.
Standing behind Kevin, his father did not see the convulsions overtaking his son. Instead, he focused on the discipline he had just administered. "Are you going to behave as you're supposed to from now on young man?"
"Y-y-yes, sir." Kevin managed to gasp out as his pricklet, still erect, slowly stopped pulsing.
"Is that a promise you're going to keep?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"You may pull up your pants now, young man."
The chastised boy quickly reached down for his pants. His bottom burned fiercely. His penis was still hard and wet with urine; his hairless scrotum was dripping wet as well. The eleven-year-old pulled his cotton briefs over his privates, trying to hide his accident from his father. As he lifted the elastic waistband over his behind, he grimaced at the throbbing heat and pain. Kevin tried to pull his jeans up quickly to cover his dual shame: a stiff erection, his post cum, and wet underwear.
After the boy had his pants up, his dad called him over and wiped the tears and snot from his face with his handkerchief. He tilted the still-sobbing boy's face upwards and looked into his son's red-rimmed blue eyes.
"I want you to be a good boy, Kevin. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," snuffled the boy.
"You are to stay in your room for the next hour, until I give you permission to come down. I want you to sit and think about what happened today. I want you to learn the right way to behave."
"Yes, sir."
"You may have your supper later, but you will eat alone and then you will take your bath and get straight into bed. You will not have permission to watch TV or play any of your video games for one week. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
Kevin's dad tousled his son's short blonde hair, walked over to the door and said, "I will call you down in one hour. I am going to talk to your mom."
With that Kevin's dad closed the door behind him.
Kevin couldn't sit down as his father told him to, his rear end hurt too much. He walked aimlessly over to his desk. He felt the wetness of his cotton briefs in his jeans. Kevin felt ashamed. Should he change his underwear? It hurt so much when he pulled them up; he decided that it would be better to change. Even though Kevin's penis was hard and the damp clinging cotton felt pleasurable against it, he needed to take off the stained underwear even if his buttocks were still-smarting.
Kevin thought about what had happened that day: what Zack had shown him how to do in the boy's bathroom at school; how exciting it had been to do something that naughty right there in school; how his stiff penis tingled and throbbed as Zach stroked him; how Zach's "boner," as he called it, felt in his hand. They had gone into the disabled stall, and Zack had ordered him to pull up his shirt under his arm pits, and push his pants and briefs down to his knees. His hairless cocklet stood up stiffly, curved toward his stomach, his tight foreskin still barely covering his fat plum knob. When Zack's soft palm closed around his cock, his eyes closed, and Kevin leaned back against the stall partition, surrendering himself to whatever the boy wanted to do to him. Zack reached up with his free hand, and gently pinched Kevin's left tit, then twisted it, making the blond boy gasp and at the same time, Zack's palm twisted around the bulging knob of Kevin's aching cock. It had not taken long, just a few minutes and Kevin's cock throbbed fiercely through seven pulses as his dry cum overtook him, and he thrust his cock into Zack's fist, making sure that his friend extracted every sensation he could from the greedy boy prong. Afterwards, he had returned the favor to Zack, clutching his friend's 4" cut cock, thick and upright, with its bloated tip in his tight clenched fist. Zack played with his own tits, and in a few minutes, he too had arrived at an explosive dry cum, hunching over as Kevin's persistent fist squeezed and rubbed the boy bone as long as he could.
Thinking about all of this, Kevin again felt his own penis stiffen and harden as he peeled down the wet folds of his underwear and his blue jeans. Kevin knew it was wrong and that he was being bad for even thinking about it, but he wanted Zach to play with his penis again and he wanted to play with his friend's. Kevin's erection twitched; he wanted to rub it now; he had to rub it now.
Kevin turned and walked over to his bedroom door, his pants and briefs now at his ankles, hobbling him as he shuffled to the door. His bottom still hurt. But he carefully pressed his ear to the door and listened. His parents were talking downstairs in the kitchen; he could hear his mom making dinner. Kevin reached down, kicked off his Topsiders and pulled off his jeans and briefs. Kevin continued to listen, ear to the door again; no change. Kevin turned and leaned back against his door as he had in the toilet stall earlier in the day. His left hand reached down to grasp his greedy boy cock. The eleven-year-old felt an electrifying shiver when he touched his turgid member. One more listen at the door --the boy was sure.
Kevin quickly raised his palm to his mouth, licked it broadly three times, then grasped his rigid 4.5 inch shaft and began stroking rapidly, just as he had learned from Zach. He whimpered with pleasure, and raising his right hand up under his shirt, he sought out his left nipple to pinch and scratch it as Zach had done. He gasped and groaned with pleasure, even as he could feel a heat radiating from his warm backside. He thought of his friend's naughty grin as they showed one another their "boners." Kevin bit his lip to suppress the sound of his groans. He moved his hand upward, to grip the tip of his penis, pinching the foreskin-covered head between his thumb and first two fingers just as his schoolmate had taught him. He jerked frenetically, letting the sensations overtake him yet again, thrusting his hips into his soft fist. The sensations overwhelmed the boy. Kevin squatted slightly as his knees went weak, his heart pounded in his chest, his eyes closed in ecstasy; his groans and moans escaping his lips from the sweet and helpless masturbation. Kevin shuddered as his erection finally reached its peak of throbbing pleasure. The shaft pulsed in his fingers, and he squeezed the bloated knob, letting his tight foreskin scrub the sensitive glans into an explosive dry cum. One, two three, four, five more pulses drove him up on his toes this time so he could get the maximum feeling out of his orgasm. Jesus it felt so good, so fucking good.
After a timeless interval to recover and catch his breath, Kevin listened to check if his parents were still downstairs; they were. He took his hand from the surprisingly still erect pricklet, now too sensitive for him to touch. He quickly went to his dresser and took out a new pair of briefs, put them on, then got his blue jeans and pulled them on. He slipped on his Topsiders, and used the dry part of his used briefs to wipe his face. He took several deep breaths, and composed himself.
In the remaining time before he was called down to dinner, Kevin did as his father told him after his spanking. He thought about how he should behave. Kevin thought that he should play with his penis whenever he could. And play with Zach's, too. The right way to behave was to make sure that you didn't get caught. And they didn't. He had learned his lesson.
Zack had taught him new lessons. When Kevin told him how hard his penis was when his father spanked him, Zack decided to investigate whether Kevin enjoyed being punished. He did not spank his friend as firmly as the blond boy's father had, but enough to find that Kevin's penis would immediately erect the moment the first contact was made with a belt. That lead to Zack finding out what would happen when Kevin was tied up, blindfolded, and put over Zack's knee. His friend's bare palm would make contact with his firm, pale buttocks, and Zack's fingers would finally slip between the taut cheeks to tickle the blond boy's clenching ragged anal lips. The sensations would make Kevin thrust his boner between the legs of his friend, and the rough material of Zack's jeans drove him to explosive dry cums.
There were so many games the boys played, and more and more Kevin became the same kind of helpless boy for Zack as he had been when his father punished him. He couldn't understand it, but somehow it felt right to do whatever Zack wanted, especially when it ended with his pricklet being brought to shattering dry cums. He even learned that he could cum more than once at a time when Zack decided not to let go of his desperately sensitive cock after a first cum. He also learned that a finger could go beyond tickling the outside of his anus, and lodge inside of him making him buck and writhe from the rubbing of his boy nut. By the time Kevin got out of Middle School, he would get spontaneous erections during the day in anticipation of giving his body to Zack for their private, special games. Their cocks grew larger and spit sticky spunk, but they never lost their enthusiasm for making themselves cum. Fortunately, his parents never knew. After all, he was supposed to be good, remain chaste and never get in trouble. He kept his promise to his father, and never got caught again.
Oh, and by the way; Kevin really didn't miss playing video games or watching TV during the following week after his father punished him. It proved well worth the sacrifice.
All rights reserved. Copyright 2012 and revised in 2015.