Adam and Sam

The usual disclaimers apply to this storey. The author is not responsible for any actions by individuals as a result of reading this story. If you are a minor (child) then GO AWAY. If you are an adult. This story and following episodes follow the lives and loves of two teenage boys. It involves: Sexual acts between teenage boys (mainly) and girls (partly), humiliation, degradation, forced situations and control. If any of these don't float your boat then skip it. If they do then read and enjoy. It is just a story. You can reply with comments/ideas. Address at bottom of story. ENJOY! Adults now enter the story

About the parents:

Sam's Mum (Sara) is 38. She had Sam (not Samuel) as a result of a long term relationship that had started as a school romance. The father came out to her that he was gay and selfishly decided he did not want a family commitment and simply left. She has never seen him since.

She has a terrific sense of humour like her son. She is slim, blue eyes, shoulder length dark hair, about 5'7" tall with a light tan complexion. She keeps fit. All in all she is a very attractive mum. Her greatest love is Sam. She is very liberal. Her only hang up is that she has difficulty or is reluctant to get into a relationship.

Adam's parents are both 45. Kev and Jane. They had the boys and decide to have a small age gap as when one of the boys finally left home she would have at least one left if only for a short while. Kev is a great dad. He is (in Adam's words) brilliant! Has a great sense of humour, likes sport. He is about 5'9" and keeps himself fit. Can quite often be found using the weights in the garage and goes on the occasional run. His hair is close cropped by choice as he showers after each shift at a carbon processing plant. His wife and the boys have to laugh when he comes home. The fine dust gets everywhere and he looks like he has got black eyeliner on. Has no hang ups. Loves his boys and has a great affection for Sam who he treats as a surrogate son given the boys situation.

Jane is an out and out Mum. Liberal like Kev and Sara. Loves nothing more than looking after her men and that includes Sam. Nothing is too much trouble for her. She holds the home together. She and Sam's mum are the best of friends which came about through Sam and Adam's friendship.

She is around 5'8" slim, trendy, fantastic sense of humour (much to Sam's disgust) a great cook. Wavy blonde hair, blue eyes and great smile. Can't drive. She has one aim in life. "To find a man for Sara"!

Adam and Sam

Part 6 A Dark Experience

The boys left school and headed for Adam's house. Sam had to pick his clothes up but was dreading seeing Adam's mum. They decide that Adam would call round for him on the way to Jas's.

They entered the house. Hello boys' Adam's mum called from the kitchen. The boys called hi back. Sam kept his voice low, not wanting to get her attention. Sams come to pick his stuff up!' `Shit! thought Sam!'

She walked to where the boys were standing, wiping her hands on her apron. Picked up Sams sports bag. holding it open with both hands she handed it to him. There you go Sam! All washed and ironed. Right on top was his clean jock strap (he blushed). He thanked her and was about to leave. Sam' she said. have you got Adam's spare lunch box? Sam fished in his school bag and passing it to her thanked her for the packed lunch. She snapped the lid off while saying he was welcome to the lunch. Then she pulled out the still folded napkin, smiled at Sam and just said. You didn't use the napkin then!' Sam grabbed his sports bag and was off! To echoing laughs while muttering to himself about the fact that now she had seen his little jock strap.

Adam approached Sams front door as Sam came out. He was dressed exactly the same as Adam in school tracksuit and trainers. They both set off in apprehension and no expectation of what was to come.

They arrived at number 7 Cedar grove. It was an old, post war, detached house, unkempt, with a basement and two floors above. Dustbins half blocked the path to the steps. Dirty milk bottles stood on the last of the four steps, they looked like they had been there for weeks. A dirty, discarded mattress was propped up over the front basement window and the other windows looked as if newspaper had been pasted on the insides. The first floor had black Venetian blinds in the double glazed windows.

Neither of them were wearing wristwatches. It was just three minutes past five when Sam pressed the doorbell. No reply! Adam rapped on the door glass. There was a shadowy movement through the glass then, the door opened. The boys both gulped in a nervous breath.

Jas appeared. Your late!' were her first words. She was barefoot, also wearing her school tracksuit, hair in a ponytail which brought back instant memories. Neither boy spoke. She raised her eyes skyward. You can speak. Sam spoke in a meek tone Sorry we haven't got watches and I dont think your doorbell is working, we're only wearing what you told us to' obeying to the letter...how nice! I'll deal with that later. Anyway, come and meet my mum, leave your trainers there' she said, pointing at a pile of assorted footwear.

Now barefoot, their stomachs' turning summersaults, they followed her down a short hallway. They entered the large living room with an archway halfway where two rooms had been made into one. The walls had all been panelled from floor to ceiling with pine that had been varnished in a sort of light brown colour. An array of tatty furniture around the walls. A pile of clutter covered what was the dining table, no dining chairs. The whole floor was vinyl, made to look like old floor boards. They turned into the sitting room area. Their was a sideboard against one wall. Against another was long settee in a gray floral pattern, two matching armchairs and a large oblong. brown imitation leather footstool. Noticeably a large area in the centre was uncluttered. Draped all around the walls were strings of tacky, coloured fairy lights.

`Mum...these are our guests, they've apologised for being late! She said, positioning Sam and Adam just inside the archway. Both boys bare toes nervously dug into the floor.

Sitting against the window wall in a big, black leather recliner armchair was Jas's mother. Framed by full length, heavy, dark green curtains.

A big framed woman. The complete opposite to her daughter. She was 38 years old but looked older. Her brown frizzy hair in a pony tail (Sam thought to himself? What is it with women and ponytails?), no makeup, stubby nose, thin wide mouth. Her head looked small compared to her body. She wore a black velvet shell suit trimmed with silver. She too was barefoot.

She looked up from the laptop balanced across her thighs. On seeing the boys she discarded it to a table at the side of her chair.

`Weeeeeeeell Darlin! you certainly know how to pick them.' Her voice somewhat husky, explained by the half full ashtray sat by a grubby looking coffee mug next to the laptop. Her daughter smiled at her. She smiled salaciously when she saw the two good looking boys: Snug fitting tracksuits with the tops zipped down enough to show their slender necks and collarbones, framed by the blue collars. Their slender waists exaggerated by the elasticated waistbands of their jackets. The straight cut matching trousers with blue trimmed bottoms that just rested on their small bare feet.

The boys could not see the screen of her laptop. If they could, they would have seen it displaying one of her favourite "Boy Websites". She (as Jas had told Adam and Sam) liked boys. Not little boys but young to mid teen boys. She could just about tolerate Twinks but, her passion was young teenage boys. The page of thumbnails she had been looking at showed boys in various states of undress. Some naked, different kinds of underwear, tiny swimsuits, mild bondage, shaved, spanking etc.

Yes mum, must get it off you!...This is Sam and this is Adam(she pointed a finger at the tops of their heads in turn).

And these are the boys who called you a skinny bitch!...Turn around boys!' Sam and Adam turned around, raising their eyebrows at each other in surprise. Raise you arms out in front of you' As they did so, they could feel the backs of their tracksuit bottoms pull tighter across their buttocks. Accentuated by the waists of their jackets their pert bums jutted out. After a minute they were told to turn back round. Nice little bottoms...nice hair too but a bit girly. I think a good looking boys face should be seen, makes him look like a boy don't you think boys!?' ...Jas prodded them both from behind. Together they mumbled a nervous...and best to agree Yes Mrs Clarke.' It made her smile And polite boys as well...how do you address your teachers? Sam spoke up. The younger teachers like us to use their first names but the older one's prefer sir or miss' Well, how about you boys just call me Miss? That way things won't seem too personal. That ok boys?They mumbledYes miss' She cupped a hand to an ear. Sorry boys did you say something?'...Yes Miss!' they said with raised voices. `Good! Then that's settled'. Jas smiled with delight. Mrs Clarke was just about to speak when...the front door slammed open with a loud thud.

`FOUND HIM MRS C!' It was a girl. The boy's ears pricked up. It was Trish! The door slammed! Trish half stumbled into the room breathless, dragging with her a boy. They were closely followed by Rene, all barefoot, the girls in school tracksuits. Trish barged past the boys pushing the boy to stand in front of and to the side of the woman.

Thanks Trish' The woman said with a smile. I was Just in the park Mum!` He said

Sam recognised the boy and said. `That's the kid who was in the locker room this morning!'

That's right "'Said Jas. He's my brother!' Half Brother!' the boy shot back. Before Adam could get the words out she said `He was there to let me know that you got the note'

The boy stood stock still about three feet from his mother. His name was Tom, twelve and a half years old. The boys observed him closely. His face, hands, legs and feet were lightly tanned, he had sharp facial features, quite handsome for his age. His hair was dark, collar length at the back, short on top, strands drooped over his forehead and around his nicely proportion ears. Narrow black eyebrows with long eyelashes.

He was slim but didn't look skinny. About 5' 2" tall. He was wearing what looked to the boys to be a look-a-like short sleeved blue and white check Ben Sherman shirt. The short hem hung Just below the waist of a pair of Royal blue parallel leg shorts that were five inches above his knees. The snug fit of the shorts accentuating a firm little, sticky out bottom beneath.

Have you told our guests why they are here Jasmine? She glared at her mother. She hated her proper name being used. `No mum, I just told them that tonight is a special night, being Friday'

Well boys... not you' turning to Tom who had not moved. Tom here can be an unruly boy. He knows that when he misbehaves he gets punished' Tom's head dropped It's his choice. If he behaves then there is no punishment. If he misbehaves then there are consequences. Every Friday fortnight he has to face the consequences for his behaviour. All eyes were now on the downcast Tom, his legs visibly trembling. `This past fortnight he has been very unruly! As you will now hear.' She plucked a notepad from behind her back and held it up to read.

One... What did you tell your sister to do one week ago Wednesday?

Tom: I told her to Fuck...off! Because she was teasing me in front of Trish.

Two... You have been home three times after seven pm which is the time you have to be in this house unless given permission to be later.

Tom: `But mum, I just get carried away when playing out!' He pleaded.

Three!...She pulled a folded paper from the cover of her notebook and read aloud. Dear Mrs Clarke, could you please write to me or call in at school and explain the absence of your son (Tom). The day in question was Monday of this week. I am sure there will be a satisfactory reason. Yours Faithfully. Mr D Mornington. Deputy Headmaster. Well young man, you thought you had gotten away with that I suppose... Um?

Tom: `No mum, I meant to tell you but forgot. You let me stay at David's house on Sunday night. We played video games and before we realised it, it was two o'clock in the morning. His dad called us before he went to work but we fell back to sleep and it was eleven o'clock when we woke up honest mum!' He was beside himself.

`Four!' She continued. She noticed Adam and Sam look at each other, then back to the scene in front of them. She repeated.

Four!...You failed to tidy your room when I told you to.

Tom: But mum!' he implored, you told me to do it but I had to get to school there wasn't time`.

Five!...She paused. (Tom glanced around the room making eye contact with everyone as if he knew what was coming) Five and this is the most serious. A girl in your class reported to your sister that she had watched you playing with yourself in class. You had your hand in your trousers and were clearly wanking yourself.

`Shiiit!' Sam muttered to Adam.

Tom: " `No mum, she didn't, I had a bad itch that was all, what was I supposed to do'?

That is a lie young man!... explain this! She produced a small pair of boys black underpants. These are yours! They have your name in the back of them! Yes?' ...Yes mum' She turned them inside out. The evidence was conclusive by the large, dried white stain in the front pouch.

`That is proof enough for me young man!' She held the small offending item up between thumb and forefinger for all to see. Tom stood totally downcast and embarrassed .

She started again. Now boy! Look at me' he raised his head And stay looking at me...What have you been told about playing with yourself and wanking?' I mustn't do it' he replied. Un...?' She coaxed Unless I ask you or my sister or a family adult for permission first' A...nd' She coaxed again. And only if the person I ask watches me...and I have to be naked so I don't get any mess on my clothes...' 'I rest my case' she said still dangling his pants in mid air. She handed them to him. Now...Go and get ready for your punishment`.

A very forlorn and embarrassed Tom slowly turned and left the room. The three girls just smiled as he passed them.

Tom was not allowed to masturbate without express permission. He was only to do it with a witness present. When the desired conditions were met he would always have to be naked on his bed or in the "DOWN BOY" position. The position would be the choice of the witness. Whatever the position, he would have to draw his foreskin back fully and then fully back over the head of his penis on each stroke while continually squeezing and massaging his balls

Depending on who the witness was he would have to masturbate quickly or slowly depending on the amount of time the witness could spare. Usually they had plenty of time and that, only for their own salacious benefit. On many occasions he would be made to edge himself. He would be told to stop when he was just on the brink of cumming and to commence again only when his penis had gone soft again. Nearly every session would take a minimum of thirty minutes .

Sam and Adam were both thinking what a good looking kid he was and at the same time feeling for him given that he seemed to be dominated by females. Especially not being allowed privacy for his most intimate bodily function. They were soon brought back from their idle thoughts.

Now Boys' Mrs Clarke said turning her attention to them. Now you know the reason for being invited here tonight. Or... one of them anyway.'

The statement hung in the air. One thing for sure was that the unfolding episode had made them feel quite warm. The fact that it was warm in the house did not help either. The beads of sweat on their foreheads giving away the fact.

You look warm boys' She said , speaking again. They looked towards her, fingers locked together in her lap. Why don't you slip those warm jackets off?'...Eh...were...eh...were fine' Adam said. She shot back calmly Were fine what?' ...`uuum...we are fine mrs..I mean miss' she said it was not an invitation and nodded at his jacket. The boys reluctantly unzipped the jackets and removed them. Adam laid them both over the back of an armchair. The girls eyes lit up as one, then they all sat down together on the settee. Admiring the boys naked upper bodies.

After asking them, they told her that they were wearing underwear. She then had them lower the waistbands of their bottoms, not content until she could see the whole waistband of the boys pants. Just their toes could now be seen poking out from each leg. Now that the bottoms were hanging on their hips she had them twirl around again.

Such lovely bodies, not skinny, I just love looking at boys. You both have a nice colour as well which makes you both look very sexy. Jas chipped in just then. Do you want a closer look mum?' The boys looked aghast. Well I was' Jas cut her off Move forward boys' they looked at each other then slowly stepped forward. They were about three foot from her when the words rung hard, unexpected, almost forgotten. DOWN BOY!'. Unsure that they had heard correctly they paused. Again `DOWN BOY!'. The boys dropped to their knees, spreading them wide, clasped their hands behind their heads and sat back on their heels. Her mother looked at their faces, then to their bare chests paying particular attention to their nipples. She was about to put a hand on Adams chest.

`Mrs C...Tom's back' Rene...for the time being had brought a halt to proceedings.

Jas told the boys to get up. She had them both stand in front of the armchair that their jackets were on. She told them that this was going to be the `something special' she had told them to come around to tea for?

Tom was stood at the door. His mother beckoned then he walked slowly, his face was stern. `Jeeees' Sam uttered The boy wore only a pair of pyjama bottoms. His slender, lightly tanned body contrasted with the black flannelette material which noticeably seemed to cling to his firm buttocks. The white draw cord was fastened loosely, just enough to allow the waist of the bottoms to rest on his slender hips. The cord dangling down at the front and his small toes poked out from the bottoms.

Adam and Sam were transfixed. When he stopped in front of his mother he stood up straight. His shoulder blades jutted out, his narrow back curved slightly inwards which accentuated his bottom even more. Adam began to feel the blood running to his cock as did Sam. They knew each others bodies well so were well aware that they would both be aroused just looking at the boy.

That fact had not escaped the observation of Mrs C. There had been more than one reason for having them lower their bottoms. The lose material had given them both away.

Mrs C spoke. Don't you think he looks nice boys? One hundred percent boy, yes? She cocked an ear. `Yes miss' they replied. To the amusement of the girls.

However he has misbehaved and now he is to be punished. The girls have seen him punished before and they have to assist me with his punishment. (she had stopped calling him Tom). There are six phases to the punishment. He knows all of them. They always include phase six. Usually his behaviour warrants no more than phase three but! (the boys expression changed as he hung on her words) His behaviour' No...mum...please...She took hold of his left wrist, holding it firmly. His behaviour in the classroom...Mum...no...please!'...and.. Truancy...means he will be getting level four Oh...nooooooooooo!...please...No...' (it was like he was begging for his life) `AND level FIVE!' Tom fell silent. Something was going to happen, something that struck fear into him. He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.

As his chin fell to his chest his mother moved forward in her chair, pressed a button on the side of the chair arm and the back moved to the full upright position, then the little motor hummed, the chair back moved forward to support her back.

Over' She said. He moved and lay across her knees. Hands on the floor, toes just touching it. Legs' she said. He parted his legs. `Wider!' he stretched them apart.

Her hand raised then came down firmly on his right bum cheek, swiftly on the left, right, left evenly paced smack after smack. Sam and Adam had counted. Ten on each cheek.

Tom stood up with tearful eyes.

Adam thought to himself `at least he's not getting it on the bare'

`Now prepare yourself for phase two' she nodded downwards.

Toms hands fumbled momentarily with the white cord. The pyjama trousers crumpled to his feet. He stepped out of them, folded them neatly, then walked, now totally naked and handed the black bundle to his sister. All three girls, Sam and Adam's eyes were locked on his slender nude body.

His legs were slender with nice thighs leading up to the cutest backside with creases just below his bum cheeks. His hips, just the right proportion to his chest which showed (for his age) developing pectorals that were adorned with two brown areola, at the centre of each one there was a very prominent nipple. His chest was firm, punctuated in the centre by protruding sternum bones . His ribs showed just under the skin, the flat belly had no sign of abs and his slim waist nicely punctuated by a very tidy belly button'. A perfect `V' accentuating his flat lower belly. Between his legs and to the surprise of the boys he was endowed with a cock and low hanging balls that any fifteen year old boy would be proud of. Easily as thick as theirs and easily a soft three inches. The foreskin just allowing the tip of the bulbous head to poke out displaying the slit at its tip. The fact that he had no pubic hair making everything look bigger.

Sam and Adam wondered why they had not noticed him in school. Such an attractive and yes, sexy boy but then, they were only interested in each other and each others bodies. Yes, they obviously liked boys but hadn't been looking.

Tom walked slowly back to his mother. His naked body on full display.

He placed himself over her knees. She gave him a quick slap on his bum.

`Have we forgotten something.?'...He stood up again.

She nodded in the direction of his groin. Then surprisingly he said sorry then with finger and thumb pulled his foreskin back. "Right back" she said. The mushroom head of his cock was now fully exposed. The sight of which, un-noticed by the boys had caused the fronts of their bottoms to jut out despite them wearing pants underneath. Someone else had noticed though?

Do the curtains girls, please, cant have any noise through the windows' The girls jumped up. Trish and Rene went to the far end of the room a drew the heavy curtains. Jas leant across her mother and drew the curtains behind her.

The room darkening now made the fairy lights glow. Jas flicked on the single ceiling light before she joined the other girls on the settee.

She pulled the boy over her knees. Instructing him to part his legs wide. His toes struggling to make contact with the floor. His bum raised slightly when she casually reached between his legs and violently pulled his cock and balls down, ensuring they were now pressed into her own leg. The action brought a loud moan from him.

She commenced as before but this time the blows were deliberately hard, up and down each cheek. His slender back arching and throwing his head back with each smack. Saliva fell from his lips.

He began to writhe and struggle by the tenth smack, tuning his head back, asking her to stop. `Stop mum!...pleeeeeeease!...nooooooooooo!...it hurts...pleeeeeeeease! She did stop. But just long enough to put her arm across his lower back, curl her hand under and around his waist where she held him firmly.

The smacks became heavier and even more deliberate, directly on the same two spots each time. Each time he looked back and continued to beg her to stop the harder the next smack seemed to be.`oooooooooooooooooooooooh!...Nomore!...pleeeeeeeease!..Noooooooooo! He saw no one when he turned his head. Tears flooded his vision. Beyond pain now. His head flopped down. His slender, pain laden young body remained still as the smacks continued.

Adam had counted forty or more before the onslaught stopped. Then as if to console the boy she began gently rubbing his red buttocks, then his back. She then reached down, placed her hand on the side of his face, lifting his head while turning his pain stricken face towards his audience. He sobbed openly, his eyes screwing up and then opening, trying to clear his vision.

She released her grip when he became calm. She then instructed him to stand up. He obeyed and struggled to his feet. He then, in a ritualistic manner placed his hands behind his head, locking his fingers together. Not being allowed to comfort his very sore rear.

His arms, raised as they were, displayed dark wisps of underarm hair which were slicked with his sweat. His body glistened in the light. His torso stretched tight though unable to mask his deep breathing.

Sam had noticed the boys cock was half erect. His balls no longer hung down but had drawn upwards, in turn causing his cock to arch away from his groin. The foreskin again covering the head.

Respite was brief. After just two or three minutes he was instructed to prepare for level three!

His legs moved slowly, passing Adam and Sam as they could see the pain in his small wonderful eyes, remnants of tears causing the long lashes to cling together . The girls were given an eye level view of his groin and then his well punished buttocks as he passed the settee. Then the opposite as he returned. He carried an old, square top kitchen stool. He placed it in the centre of the floor. The stool had a black padded plastic seat about fourteen inches square framed with wood on four stout wooden legs. The stool stood just above belly button height to the boy. He then turned , placed his flat stomach against the edge of the stool then, stood up straight and placed his hands up behind his head looking straight ahead with his back to the on looking willing and unwilling spectators. And directly over his punisher.

To await his further punishment...

When his mother finally struggled to her feet she left a large indentation in the seat of the chair. She was roughly the same height as Adam and Sam. Her frame not so plump now she was standing up.

She walked behind the boy and told him to take up "The Position". Before placing his hands on either side of the seat he reached down and drew his foreskin right back. Straightened his slender arms until they were rigid. In doing so he was forced onto tiptoe, legs straight and slightly apart. She said `Push it out and up! He pushed his small, already punished buttocks out, leant slightly forward, dipped his shoulders, his small back arched inwards until his buttocks were jutting out and upwards. The skin on his thighs and calves was drawn tight over their muscles. The full length of his slim body was now completely taught and ready!

Adam and Sam watched intently as she moved to the sideboard with little or no facial expression. She tugged open a small centre draw and withdrew a black leather paddle. The boys mouths dropped open. The girls smiled with delight (they had seen it before).

The paddle looked formidable. The striking area must have been at least fourteen inches long and five inches wide, rounded off at the end. It was made from two pieces of leather. The stitching around the edges sealed in a strip of padding which made it convex on each surface.

The boys body visibly shuddered when she slapped it against her palm.

She heard Adam when he said to Sam `that is going to hurt'

Of course it's going to hurt, but only as much as I make it. She said pointing the paddle in Tom's direction. `He is being punished! He knows the consequences for his actions and! As you are BOTH! going to find out. "For actions there are always consequences". The boys said no more and pondered on her words.

She positioned herself behind the boy. The paddle landed with a resounding slap across the centre of both buttocks. The boys head craned back as he swayed with the impact. A gasp rushed from his mouth. The second blow followed. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...SLAP!...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!' On the fifth blow he was openly sobbing. When his legs and arms sagged she just said get it up and out!' Sobbing, he tensed up again. She then proceeded at ten second intervals alternating blows to each small buttock...Aghhh! ...Ooooooooooooooo! ...`Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..SLAP!...Aaagh!...Aaagh! Nooooooo!...Pleeeeeeeease!...SLAP!...No...more!...arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! SLAP! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! When ten strikes had been made to each buttock she stopped. The boy remained tense, his head dropped down, his body now running with sweat. He sobbed and gulped for air, each gulp punctuated with a short arggh..gulp...arggh..gulp...arggh...gulp...gulp...gulp..then he fell quiet and his body jerked involuntary little jerks.

Still holding the paddle she moved in front of him. Placing a hand under his tear soaked chin she raised his head and casually said Are you getting the message now?' His dark hair clung to his forehead. His mouth twisted as he said Yes mum...sob...jerk...'I'm sorry'. She just looked in his eyes and said we'll see shall we?'

`Ooooooooooooooooooooooh...No more...please...no!...Pleeeeeeeeease! On her command his bum moved out and up, body tense. Five evenly timed blows rained down, just below his lower back across the top of his buttocks on fresh flesh. SLAP!...Aaaaaaaagh!..SLAP!...Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!...SLAP!...Noooooooooooooo! SLAP!...Oooooooooo!...Pleeeeease...Noooooooooooooo! SLAP!Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Adam and Sam realised that they were both very hard. Not so much at the boys punishment but the mere site of his nakedness and humiliation. Their excitement was evident by the full blown bulges in their pants. Not daring to make any adjustment for fear of attracting attention, they tried, without success to will them to go down.

The boys' thought, that surely he can't take anymore. His buttocks looked like they were on fire! And they were correct!

He screamed when the paddle struck the back of his left thigh! He collapsed and hugged the seat of the stool for dear life as if trying to transfer the pain into its stout legs. Crack!...Crack! ...Crack!...Crack!...His body swayed in vain attempts to avoid the paddles sting as it struck up and down. The last smack hit him right below his left buttock. The scream didn't pass his lips. So intense was the pain. The paddle then began to assault his right thigh. Up and down...five stinging swats and again, the final blow was delivered methodically, clinically and hard. As if to punctuate with a full stop. The end to his agony. Still, his hands made no attempt to try and soothe his burning flesh. He lay draped over the stool. Face contorted with pain, dripping with sweat. Adam and Sam couldn't help but notice his cock was half erect. And NO! his punishment was not yet complete.

Tom had been punished since the age of nine. Over the knee spankings were a regular event. Delivered at the time and on the day of the offence. No hanging around, it was done and finished. When he turned eleven. Hand spankings stopped, they were having little effect. While looking at one of her "Favourite" websites she came across a video of a boy around Tom`s age. (An American boy) being given a "Birthday Paddle" by his parents (A tradition seemingly in America. A sort of right of passage) The video showed the boy hand the paddle to his dad. He then lay himself over his daddy's lap and received a tame slap of the paddle on his jeans clad bottom. One for each of his birthday years. His mother and siblings laughed in the background.

Tom's mother invested in her (thee) paddle in the knowledge that her boy may need more use of it. The paddling's started off over his jeans or shorts inflicting just enough pain to bring him to tears but! As the months and years went on she found it necessary to increase the punishment and eventually he got it on his bare backside somewhat harder. When he turned twelve he grew resistant to it. She had found him one day in his bedroom using the paddle on himself. Since that day his punishments have been totted up fortnightly. Only once has he reached level six. Now it is the second time!

Tom eased his body from the stool when he was instructed to prepare for level four.

He picked up the stool. His sweat coated arm brushed against Adam's as he passed him. The girls fidgeted and his mother sat on the edge of her chair holding the paddle. Tom returned and stood in front of Jas with his half erect penis at her eye level. He spoke. 'Jas will you please help me to prepare for (he held back tears as he said it) level four of my punishment?' She looked up at him. `Yes! I will be happy to but, haven't

you forgotten something? She looked down to between his legs. Then saying sorry he pulled his foreskin back. She passed him his still folded pyjama bottoms, stood up then guided him towards the hallway and out of sight.

Boys' she began. Getting their attention almost immediately. Their erections, still visible but not so prominent now. You may be wondering why this event takes place now, you may be wondering about the marks on his bottom and legs. Well! Let me explain. He is punished on Friday and he has no PE on a Monday or Tuesday and so, after some attention and couple of hot baths usually by Monday morning the marks are gone. You will notice that the punishment is designed to sting and hurt but not to bruise. He is not beaten as such. However, having said that...level five, ...as you will see...is designed to hurt...really hurt! But leaves no visible marks. A sheen of perspiration now covered the boys upper bodies. Trish and Rene sat whispering. They had never witnessed level five'

Mrs C spoke again. When Jas brings him back prepared. The girls will assist me with this level. Then straight on to level five. And then he will be taken down to the cellar where he will wait for us. Meaning... you and I to conclude up here. Is all that clear? Ye...yes Miss'. They spoke up this time.

The boys stood silent. Trying to make sense of what she had just said. Their erections had now, thankfully! gone down. When Jas's voice announced their return. Tom appeared first, followed by Jas. He was calmer now and wearing his black pyjama bottoms in the same fashion. "Centre of the room in the correct position' was all his mother said. He moved toward the large leather pouf and dragged the heavy oblong object to place it lengthwise with the shortest ends facing either end of the room.

He needed no further instruction and pulled at the cord of his trousers. He let them fall to the floor then repeated the folding and handing to Jas ceremony.

The girls faces concentrated firmly on the image of the boy. Especially Trish and Rene.

The boy walked to stand at one side of the stool, upright with arms at his sides. He looked subdued, not surprising the considerable pain and humiliation he had gone through and probably was still suffering. He was no longer naked but now wore the briefest pair of white cotton bikini briefs. High at the sides revealing his thighs. The back barely covered his red, punished buttocks, the pouch at the front amply filled by his penis and balls. The edges of the pouch pulled tightly into and above the creases of his groin as if to pull the contents upward.

His mother rose from her chair and he visibly shuddered when she tapped the paddle against her leg. On telling him to get into position he turned around and knelt on the stool facing the direction of the boys with his knees at the edge at the end. He leant backwards and paused momentarily when he felt something at his back. His mother had taken the cushion from her chair and placed it in the middle of the pouf just at the base of his back. He continued to lay back and place his head at the opposite end of the pouf. The position of the cushion forced his lower back and in turn the front of his thighs upward. He then put his arms back and gripped the edge of the pouf with both hands. The near naked boys body was now bent with his lower legs trapped underneath him.

The two boys again displayed bulges in the front of their tracksuit bottoms. The erotic sight of the gorgeous boys body on display in his bulging miniscule briefs that stood out from his tanned body now drawn taught, his stomach drawn in , ribcage protruding and nipples standing erect, his slender neck stretched as he lay his head back looking directly to the ceiling. The sight was just too much.

There was a flurry of movement. Trish and Rene knelt at each side of the boy and Jas knelt at his head. Jas took both of the boys wrists. Rene and Trish placed their hands on a knee each. Then as if one. Jas drew his arms back, Trish and Rene pulled the boys thighs wide apart.

Before the paddle struck, he screamed! His inner left thigh turned red almost immediately as the paddle struck. Alternating blows struck his slender inner thighs. The tender flesh burning. He begged for her to stop! Unable to move, trapped and held firmly. `Noooooooooo!...Aaaaaargh!.. Pleeeeease ..Nooooooomooooooore!....oooooooooooooooooh!...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Sob...sob...oh!...please...no...more!...sob...sob. His body convulsed as blow after blow rained down. The punishment continued for five full minutes. The boys pleading fell on deaf ears. The girls unabashed. The boys cringed at every blow. They could only stand and watch his sweat drenched body was punished. The final four blows were laid deliberately and with force. Two each, high, just below and into each groin, right in the crease. The brief pants had served their purpose. His body convulsed as he was released. He awkwardly managed to sit up. Tears fell and dripped on the front of his briefs, sweat ran down his body and still he refrained from rubbing his tender inner thighs.

The cushion was pulled away. The top of the pouf was soaked with the boys sweat. He continued to sob and whine as he wiped his tears away with the backs of his hands. His chest heaved and his stomach sucked in with each sob.

The boys were relieved when they saw her replace the paddle in the sideboard draw and close it! But, as her hand withdrew she had held something in its palm. Something small. Small and terrifying. Something her son feared above all else...?

To Be Continued...

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