Rules for Christopher =====================
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.
For those who are not familiar with Chris, he is just shy of 21
years old and has moved in with Justin and I for the reasons more
fully explained in Christopher.
Rules -----
As a lawyer, I've always found rules to be very important, they
set the expectations which you must meet and also lay out a
pattern under which you can conform you life. Further, their
structure provides a framework in which punishment can be fairly
administered. Justin has been living by my rules now for some six
plus months and they have been very helpful to him in shaping his
behaviors and setting his expectations.
The bedtime spankings remain his least favorite, but I think the
most important aspect of the rules he needs to live by.
Christopher's rules needed a similar anchor point.
The bedtime spanking would serve the same purpose, 20 to 30 firm
swats each evening not designed to be painful but to be more an
assertion of control. It was quite effective on Justin and I
expected the unique blend of humiliation and mild pain would help
Christopher also.
Laying the Law --------------
With Justin still at Tom's for the weekend, I spent some serious
time with Christopher laying out the rules.
A curfew of 10 pm, lights out, on school nights and midnight all
other nights would help ensure that Chris maintained high grades.
Penalty for lateness, one swat on the bare butt with my hand per
minute past the curfew. Ouch!
No alcohol, drugs or cigarettes. Alcohol would be ok after age
21, but that was still about 90 days away and even then it would
be limited. The penalty for these was 50 strokes with my belt.
OUCH!
As I went over the rules, I had Christopher fill out a chart that
he would keep in his bedroom to make sure that he knew what the
punishments were for various misdeeds and so that I could firmly,
yet fairly, punish him for bad conduct.
School ------
Now, I know there is great fascination far and wide with
punishments based on the letter grade assigned. While I can
understand their appeal superficially, ultimately they come too
late for real effectiveness.
On his grid, Christopher filled out my punishments, late homework,
10 spanks a day. Failing to do the reading, 1 spank/per page
missed.
All of these are much more effective because they focus on helping
the boy turn in the work in a timely fashion. Christopher was very
enthusiastic about filling out this part of the chart because he
must have felt that it would be easy to comply with, and given his
transcript as I later saw it, I could see it wouldn't be hard for
him to comply.
Chores ------
Children have to do chores, it builds character so they say. I
just find it helpful to have them take responsibility for the
messes and what not they create. We went over making the bed,
self-hygiene, cleaning up after oneself and all of the little
details that make life in our modern society so complicated.
The chart was quite thoroughly complete now, with the left column
listing offenses and the right column the punishments. We went
into his bedroom and tacked it discretely on the side of the desk.
If he had friends over it wouldn't be obvious and at this point
that wasn't an issue, but I didn't see a need now to embarrass him
with the punishments in front of others.
Not that I would hesitate about punishing him front of others if
necessary.
Move In -------
Our next stop was to move him out of his dorm room and into the
bedroom, we claimed most of his clothing although a lot of it I
would later have him discard to reflect the fact that he cared
more about himself and how he looked. By this I don't mean you
need to wear Calvin Klein designer outfits to look decent, but
there is a difference between an unwashed T-shirt with stains and
a clean pressed T-shirt, etc.
We collected his possessions and his fancy computer equipment and
shoved it all in the beemer and took it back to my apartment. I
had him set up in the guest room and my computer got displaced to
the floor which was fine by me as I didn't tend to use it so much
that I couldn't borrow his for e-mail and IRC.
After settling him in to his new bedroom, I ordered us up some
chinese food and we talked pleasantly about school and other
details. He was doing ok and even with exams approaching he had
everything in control. I kissed him on the forehead and left him
to do some work.
Interlude ---------
Things started to settle down for a while. Justin got used to
Christopher's constant presence and lost the mild embarrassment he
was feeling of being bared to a jockstrap at all times with
someone around. Justin also got more used to Christopher watching
him get spanked, and when the shoe was on Christopher's foot for
breaking the odd rule, Justin watched our 'son' take it.
Their bed time spankings were kept quite separate and I know that
each of them found those to be one of the most humbling parts of
every day living under my roof. Christopher made a point of saying
it readily which simply produced a firmer and more painful bedtime
spanking. I'll note though that it was rare that he broke any of
the rules on our chart. I'm convinced the bed time spankings
helped to keep the infractions to a minimum.
Somewhere in here, I learned of Dave's HIV status and well, that
is a story I should discuss in more detail later. All in all,
Christopher had been living with us for 3 months now and school
was over.
Summer Job ----------
Christopher hadn't looked for a summer job, and I hadn't pushed
the issue. Justin made the obvious suggestion and I carried it
out, and so one fine morning, our whole family headed to the law
office so Justin and I could do that legal thing while Christopher
would assist the computer support staff.
Things were going well, too well perhaps, when the other shoe
dropped.
Linda Jamieson, the other partner on the hiring committee, buzzed
me on the intercom and I went over to her office. She explained
that she thought Christopher had perhaps stolen something. She
wasn't certain, but she also couldn't explain who else was in her
office that day. I could see the problem, I gave her back the
money that was missing and said I would take it up with Chris and
report back to her.
Linda being a good friend agreed not to make more of it as long as
it didn't occur again involving Chris.
Discussion ----------
I didn't tell Justin about the incident so he was surprised when I
asked Chris to stay in his room when we came home. I didn't
discuss it with Justin. I just sent Chris directly to his room and
told him to stay there. I wanted him to stew for a while, I knew
that this might trigger some very unpleasant associations for him
of how his parents abused him, but he had also agreed to live with
me and accept corporal punishment as a form of discipline.
Justin and I ate dinner alone and I didn't discuss the problem
with Justin, I didn't see the point. Chris was smart enough to
stay in his room and when I finally went in, he was sitting on the
bed stripped down completely naked.
"Chris," I started, "I'm a bit concerned about something Ms.
Jamieson brought up at work with me."
His eyes looked to the floor.
"Christopher, I think you and I need to talk about it. Especially
because if you did steal money from her, I am going to have to
punish you fairly seriously."
Chris looked up at me, his eyes wide with fear and he just got up
and stood in the window without admitting to stealing or denying
it. It seemed a rather sullen way to accept the situation.
"Chris, we have to face this situation head on, now sit down and
talk to me about the money, about punishments, about living here,
about being gay. All of it."
He stayed facing the city, naked.
I can play tough too, I pulled him over my lap firmly and slapped
his ass firmly 20 times. That produced a series of ouch's that
hardened his cock and got his attention. Still over my lap, with
his ass upturned, he began talking.
"I like living here, and I want to stay with you and Justin if I
can, please," he pleaded.
"Chris, I wasn't going to kick you out, but I think before I take
a paddle to you for allegedly stealing something we need to have a
serious talk about punishments. Are you ready to sit up and talk
to me?"
"Yes, Sir," he promptly answered. I helped him up from my lap and
sat down next to him on the bed. We looked at each other and I
kissed him on the forehead.
"I really like living here, you care about me a lot and I've
started caring about myself a lot more. I'm happier than I have
ever been," he shared. Also, I really like the way both you and
Justin have let me explore how I feel without expecting anything.
Especially how Justin has let me explore his body. I love you two.
I am old enough that I can make a decision for myself, and I
accept the rules you have for living here and if I break them, I
will take the consequences."
I pulled him to me and kissed him warmly.
"As for the money, it was an accident, but I was too embarrassed to
say anything, I picked it up from the desk with my books and then
I realized later and didn't want to go back or tell you."
I looked at him closely searching for the truth. Tall tales means
red tails in this house. I decided he was being honest.
"Chris, this isn't exactly on the chart," I started.
"Sir, I'm really sorry, but I can see why you need to punish me, I
should have given it back or said something, I was wrong."
I took him out to the living room and stood him in the window
where Justin could see him. I would administer a punishment
shortly, but I wanted it to be in front of his other 'parent.'
Implement ---------
The choice of implement is always important. Some cause severe
pain quickly and thus are most effective for short bursts, others
are more subtle and can be worked over a boy's ass repeatedly for
a very different effect.
I asked Justin out loud what he recommended, we tossed it back and
forth for a while before settling on the hairbrush. I noticed
Christopher shaking anxiously as we discussed it. Justin had
calmed down a bit from his "I'll dish it all out" days since
seeing both Geoffrey's caning, Spanking Party 3, and Chris'
whipping, Massage, and the selection of the hairbrush was most
appropriate.
Go Fetch --------
I made Christopher bring it to me. That is the ultimate form of
acceptance of a punishment, to bring the implement of punishment
to the spanker. He moved slowly but deliberately to my bathroom
and brought out my spanking hairbrush. It hadn't been used on him
before, but he had seen it reduce Justin to tears and kicking on
at least one occasion I can recall off the top of my head.
He handed it to me calmly and quietly asked me to punish him. I
made him repeat it louder.
Ask for it ----------
"Please sir, I deserve to be punished for taking Linda's money and
not giving it back."
I pulled him over my lap and took my time positioning his ass just
right. His flesh exposed for pain infliction at my request. This
was different from when I spanked Justin typically, this was a
corrective lesson and it would hurt and there would be minimal
eroticism afterwards.
I rubbed the brush over each ass cheek feeling it out and then I
lined up for my first crack.
The hairbrush is the silent but effective correcter in my book. I
frequently have used it on boys when staying in a hotel because
the implement itself is quiet although boys will kick and cry
quickly after a handful of well placed blows. Christopher would be
getting 30.
Receive it ----------
CRACK
Christopher jerked in my lap, bucking to get away from the brush's
path. I kept him pinned down firmly with my right hand as my left
hand beat him with the brush.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
He started kicking his legs wildly and verbally he began moaning
and whining about the beating. It was hurting.
"26 more," I announced.
"Please," he begged.
C-R-A-C-K
I made it sting good and he bucked in my lap harder and started to
strain to be free.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
His hand moved to block his buttocks and I pinned it to the small
of his back. "22 more," I said firmly. He pleaded for the
punishment to stop, but I kept going.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
He was bawling and kicking and crying, but his butt remained
firmly over my lap, upturned and steadily reddening to my
hairbrush's firm impacts.
CRACK
I took my time, wanting the punishment to hurt and sting good, I
paused and squeezed the hot ass flesh tormenting it. Then I had
Justin lick both butt cheeks firmly so that the swats of the brush
would hurt more.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
"Please," he screamed. Justin's wettening of his ass had made the
last three particularly effective at driving home my expectations
of honesty on his part. With 15 swats to go, I began my lecture.
CRACK "I expect you to be honest and tell the truth." He
hollered in pain.
CRACK "You need to respect other people's property."
His legs were kicking wildly and I kept going.
CRACK "Do not steal from other people."
CRACK "If anything remotely like this happens again, I will
spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for days on end." That
produced a welter of tears and pleas for the punishment to stop.
CRACK "Tell, me Christopher, are you ever going to steal
again?"
"No," he pleaded and then begged me to stop.
CRACK "Why not?"
"It's wrong dad, please stop, I know it's wrong, please, stop
spanking me," he begged.
CRACK "You've got 30 swats for this, and 8 to go young man,
and you'll take them all. Now, if stealing is wrong, why didn't
you give the money back Christopher?"
"Please daddy, please stop," he begged.
CRACK "Why didn't you give it back?"
"I was bad dad, I'm sorry," he finally answered.
I delivered the last 6 swats of the brush quickly and violently, I
didn't continue to lecture him any further, each swat of the brush
reddened his ass cheeks further and he kicked and cried through
them.
When I finished, I stood him in the corner of the living room and
watched television with Justin, mostly ignoring the punished boy,
red ass facing me in the window.
Guests ------
While I was spanking Christopher, Tom had called because Geoffrey
needed some correction, Justin had invited the two over and they
arrived while Christopher was still standing in the window. He was
shocked I would leave him there, red ass bared, when Tom and Geof
came in. I did have to walk over and slap his ass firmly to remind
him to stay nose to the window pane.
I kissed Tom warmly and I parked Geof right next to Christopher in
the window. I put their arms brushing just against each other.
Geof reduced to merely a jockstrap, Chris naked and already sore.
I wanted the hair on their arms to just touch, erotic and yet also
terrifying.
I wondered what the neighbors across the park thought about
tonight's antics. I left both of the boys parked standing, noses
to the window for a while, Geof in anticipation of his punishment
and Chris already spanked.
Justin, Tom and I all chatted amicably all but ignoring the bad
boys. Tom asked loudly about Chris' behavior and I asked Chris to
come over and explain to Tom what he had done wrong. Scared, he
faced us, walked over and explained how he stole money and how he
deserved to be spanked. I walked over and hugged him and sent him
back to the window.
Geof's offense was actually quite serious, he had purchased
"medical marijuana" and smoked it during the day. When Tom had
come home from work, he found Geof high.
Geof had "sobered" up already and realized he was going to get
walloped.
Singaporan Canes ----------------
I had Justin fetch one of the Singaporan Canes I had purchased back just
before Chris moved in, Weekend Payback. They hadn't been tested
yet. I saw Geof shudder in the window.
I turned Christopher around to face the weight bench so he would
see the punishment, but also so his ass would be visible to the
city. I bent Geof over the weight bench and flexicuffed his wrists
under the bench so strain as he might, he was not going to be able
to get far from the bench surface.
Justin returned with the cane.
I examined it and laid it across Geof's buttocks squarely in the
middle. He begged me not to punish him, Tom nodded and took Justin
to the bedroom for love making.
I ignored Geof, and looked directly at Christopher, "Don't break
the law kid if you can't pay the price."
I lifted the cane high in the air over Geof's fleshy white
buttocks -- he had escaped severe punishments recently through a
spate of especially good behavior. In just a few seconds that
tender flesh would be sorer than most people could possibly
imagine. All but perhaps Michael Fay and other criminals.
SWOOSH I brought the cane down violently onto his buttocks. He
hollered and Chris' cock stiffened to complete attention. Where
the cane hit a single thin red line was visible indicating that
the cane had made it's mark.
"Chris, you got 30 swats for stealing, what do you think is fair
for smoking pot?"
Chris grinned broadly and Geof hollered for Tom to forgive him.
Chris considered the case closely and settled on 20 strokes. Geof
screamed curse words at him, I kissed Chris. He knew that his
decision today could effect him and yet he still chose a severe
punishment.
I pushed Geof back down firmly onto the weight bench and then
pushed one hand onto his back to keep him in place. Then the real
punishment began.
Not being a martial arts expert, I would not produce the levels of
pain that the Singaporan's do with this delightful instrument,
nonetheless, each stroke would not be pleasant.
After just 3 more strokes, Geof was hollering loudly and begging me,
Tom, and anyone to stop the punishment, that wasn't going to
happen. I noticed Chris stroking his cock, and decided against
stopping it.
Geof's butt was covered with 4 precise lines now, and I aimed the
cane so that his entire buttocks would just be a welter of red
lines. By the tenth stroke, Geof was crying in utter agony. Chris
had succeeded in jacking off and I just smiled at him and sent him
to his bedroom. I kissed him on the way out and reminded him he
still had a bedtime spanking coming. He nodded, but frowned.
I was alone now with Geof who still had 10 strokes coming to him.
With my attention diverted, he had tried to get off the bench, but the
cuffs were keeping him from getting far. Unceremoniously, I pushed
him down onto it again and finished the punishment violently. He
was sorer than all fuck when I finished and crying relentlessly.
Still tied to the bench, I fucked him till I shot in his asshole.
Then I had Tom do the same. With cum dripping from his fuckhole, I
uncuffed him and stood him in the window, nose to the world.
Justin and Tom ran their fingers across his caned ass inducing
more pain and I let them have their fun as I went to tuck our son
in.
Bedtime Spanking 1 ------------------
Chris had stayed naked and was laying in bed when I came in -- on
his stomach.
I sat on the desk chair and waited silently. He moved his lanky
muscular body quickly over my lap and I cupped each already red
cheek firmly in my hand.
I spent some time telling him how much I loved him and how
wonderful he was in general. He cooed pleasantly to the verbal
appreciation. I reminded him that sometimes punishments were
necessary and he nodded. After cupping his ass cheeks for a bit, I
started the bed time spanking.
It hurt a lot more than usual that night and I didn't mind that
one bit.
Each swat of my hand produced a clearly audible "Ouch" from my
boy. And when I finished he kissed me with tongue. Then I asked if
he wanted to sleep alone or join our orgy in the bedroom. As a
sign that he was coming to enjoy and accept being gay, I was
pleased that he wanted to join us. I told him to go to our bedroom
and wait a bit.
He did.
Bed Time Spanking 2 -------------------
I brought everyone else into the master bedroom and shut the door.
I positioned Geof in the window. Ass sore from the cane. Then I
took my husband and parked him there as well.
I had Tom suck my cock for a bit as two hot men stood in the
window awaiting further punishment. Then I let Tom and Chris
explore each other while I just watched. Then when Tom went down
on Christopher and I pulled Justin from the window and pushed him
onto the bed, face down and manuevered his mouth to Tom's cock.
His ass was still clearly exposed and I began spanking him. I gave
him 20 firm swats, the normal count, which he took silently while
sucking our friend's cock shaft.
I let the three of them enjoy themselves as I turned my attentions
to the baddest boy in the room.
Bed Time Spanking 3 -------------------
I walked over, my cock stiffening to a full 8" as I approached the
cane marked boy still at the window. The sounds of an orgy in full
swing were beginning to dominate the room as I pushed my finger
between the welted ass cheeks to the boy's fuck hole. My finger
felt the moist cum still leaking from his ass and I touched my
finger to it and ran the now cooler cum up his crack and onto his
sore cheeks. He moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure.
As I pushed my hardness against his sore ass, he moaned louder. I
whispered into his ear how hot and bad I thought he was, and he
let out a loud moan. I pulled him to me rubbing my cock on his
sore ass. It hurt and he let me know by crying out in pain. I bent
him forward, still pushing my groin against his caned ass. I
pushed him down till he grabbed his ankles. I stepped back,
letting the pressure of my groin leave his sore ass and quickly
replacing it with the painful swat of my hands.
Beating his sore cheeks like drums, I landed 50 plus swats firmly
on their welted surface. He did not dare let go of his ankles or
stand up in spite of the pain.
Only once I finished did he and I join the three hot men on the
bed in an all out orgy.
Write the Author ----------------
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