Consequences ============
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual
intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If
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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.
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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.
Consequences ------------
My recent diary entries have focussed more on Chris' entry into
my family. He continues to live with Justin and I at this point
even though he will be graduating college soon. He now regularly
dates men and seems to have pleasant -- non-abusive -- relationships
with them. Going on around the time Chris was moving in with us,
the shit really hit the fan for Dave and Rob.
Life is full of hard choices and sometimes people make bad ones, back
several months ago I wrote about a particularly harsh disciplinary
session involving Dave, Dinner_Party. As you might recall he finally
confessed after the fact to his affair with another man much to
Rob's chagrin.
As with so many things in life, sometimes, a small indescretion can
leave you paying severe consequences for a long time.
Results -------
Dave and Rob both went for tests after he confessed to sleeping
around. I had Justin, Geof, Tom and I all do the same as well as a
precautionary measure. For the four of us the results were good,
HIV- and clear for other diseases. If we flew straight, so to
speak, and were clean in another 6 months, we would not need to
worry too much about our contact with Dave.
Rob shared his test results with me in my office, in my legal
capacity. I can't discuss it.
Dave did similarly.
Keeping much of this from Justin has been incredibly difficult
since he works with me and I have hidden the files on the matters
to meet my client's requests. Justin knows better than to look at
my diary so I suppose I can discuss some of my feelings here.
Dave and Rob no longer trust each other. Trapped in a multi-year
relationship in a beautiful suburban house decorated stunningly,
neither will sleep with the other or share their HIV results. Dave
had me prepare the estate plan to ensure that after he dies, Rob
will be taken care of. Doing that without informing anyone was
difficult. I did it.
All of the titles are Dave's name and most of the property will
have to be sold to establish a lasting trust for Rob to the tune
of several thousand a month for life. Rob is still negative and I
think he suspects Dave's results.
Compass Points --------------
Life can be like a standing at the section of a compass rose
looking out at various directions, I felt like my life had hit one
these past weeks. Our small clique had broken down, Dave and Rob
no longer came to dinner. I couldn't tell my husband or friends of
Dave's condition and it was like he wanted to go away and die.
Nobody pushed the issue to hard, they didn't want to know.
And Dave was not getting any support from Rob, who I heard through
a friend, was sleeping in various people's apartments to avoid
seeing Dave. Dave had revealed his HIV status to the hospital
ethics committee and they had suspended him from active surgical
duties. At this point, as far as I could ascertain, things were
pretty much falling apart.
My life on the other hand was going great. Justin and I were very
firmly hitched and we had a nearly 21 year old kid in tow also,
barely 9 years our junior, we had taken responsibility for his
life.
Where now?
Escape ------
I booked the tickets, I needed a vacation, Justin, Christopher and
I scheduled simultaneous 3 week vacations for a tour of London,
Paris and Jerusalem. I selected the itenerary, booked first class
tickets and four star hotels. We would have a great time.
Week 1 was Jerusalem. As a jew, I had always wanted to visit, this
would be a prime chance. Peace seemed to have a chance now and I
felt confident that we could safely visit religious sites -- and
some more sacreligious ones -- without fear.
Week 2, Paris. Need more really be said?
Week 3, London. I pre-booked a number of spankofiles from London
over the net before we departed. London would be the spanking
pinnacle of our trip if nothing else.
Flight ------
As a limo drove us to the airport, I tried vainly to raise Dave on
my cellphone, no go. Same for Rob.
Geof had been reminded repeatedly by me in a private spanking the
night before that Tom was keeping close records for our return,
each minor infraction would be dealt with very severely.
The three of us looked quite the jet set. I kissed Justin
passionately and we made out a bit in the limo as it got caught on
the expressway in traffic. The female -- lesbian -- driver
seemed amused by our antics.
By the time we were on the airplane itself, the
Justin and I were ready to go at it in the tiny lavatory. Chris'
look of disbelief and embarassment checked our behavior.
When we landed at Ben Gurion airport, we headed directly for our
hotel. My grasp of modern Hebrew was decent enough that I felt I
was understanding most things, fortunately the hotel clerks spoke
English as well and we found our suite most comfortable.
Week 1: Highlights ------------------
I won't bore you with every little church and synagogue and mosque
Justin insisted upon seeing. I paddled him good for dragging us
all around like a bunch of tourists.
I should mention also that both my
husband and son were a bit shocked to receive their bedtime
spankings in the hotel. The embarassment was tremendous even
though I was amazingly gentle about it.
I suspect the fear of discovery was what made it so terrifying.
We of course visited the Wailing Wall, and I even got consigned as
the tenth member of a conservative to reform minion for
davening, prayer. Those years at the yeshiva were paying off.
One of the men in the minion, Moshe, made eyes at me and after we
finished I invited him to join Justin, Chris and I for coffee. At a
little sidewalk cafe, he politely asked "Goyem?", I giggled, with
a name like Christopher he better be a goy for christ's sake I
thought, and Justin, well a jewish kid named Justin?
"Cain," I responded politely. He smiled. My hebrew language
education never covered the words for sexual gratification or the
related areas of dating. For some bizzare reason that just was
never covered. Similarly my knowledge of Spanish is rather
restricted in that arena, although some latino friends have
provided invaluable assistance.
Moshe did not speak English, I soon realized and thus our
conversation stayed to rather simplistic hebrew. I invited him back
to the hotel with us and he came up to our suite.
When Justin and Christopher stripped naked he was shocked. When I
started kissing Justin with tongue, he smiled and stripped down
too.
Who needs language?
No spanking was involved that afternoon, but we had hot steamy man
sex. We also practiced it very safely with fresh condoms for each
new dick/ass/mouth/cock combo.
Later in the week, we had some fun with Adam who invited us to his
home to give him a spanking. Adam spoke fluent English and knew
exactly what he wanted. I left Christopher and Justin upstairs on
his couch making out as I took him to his own basement dungeon.
I selected a leather flogger from his selection of implements and
pulled him over my lap, first clothed, and began spanking his firm
bubble but through his American jeans. When he started muttering
in Hebrew, I was certain I was starting to make an impression. I
then stripped him of his clothing and put him back on my lap ass
upturned.
I slid the base of the flogger into his tight fuckhole
and he began screaming "Lo, Lo..." or "no," in Hebrew. I rammed
the butt of the flogger up his ass a good five inches and wiggled
it around while slapping his ass firmly.
His cock became and stayed rock hard so I ignored his pleas for
mercy.
After I was satisfied that the butt of the flogger had loosened
his fuckhole I had him grip some handholds in the ceiling and
began to strike his back, buttocks and legs with the flogger
itself.
Although he cried out in pain and for mercy in both English and
Hebrew, his cock never softened even mildly and his hands never
let go of the holds. He loved the feel of the flogger against his
body, its stinging tentacle striking his body violently, lashing
him with a thin yet firm red mark.
I struck his back with the flogger over and over and over again
till he ejaculated without my even touching his cockshaft.
I stopped then and pulled him to me. We kissed warmly and he asked
if he could punish my boys, I indicated that Justin would love a
firm paddling and that Christopher and I would watch.
Justin came downstairs with me and stretched his smooth olive
complexioned body up to reach the hand grips where just moments
earlier, Adam had been stretched and received a nice flogging.
Adam carassed and touched Justin's body tenderly, exploring it
with his hands and tongue before striking him. When the first slap
of his hand struck Justin's buttocks, I could see Justin jerk
slightly and then a clear red hand print appeared across his
buttocks. Adam repeated the process slapping Justin's butt with
one hand and then stroking Justin's hardening cockshaft with the
other. It was quite a sight.
Christopher and I took it all in, kissing each other a bit and
watching Justin's ass grow redder as his cockshaft stayed rock
hard to Adam's careful slaps. After about 50 slaps, Christopher
went over and decided to suck Justin's cock so Adam could focus
more on delivering a spanking.
Watching Justin's cockshaft thrust into Chris' open mouth was
quite a sight. Adam began using both hands to really work Justin's
ass nice and red, and Justin was bucking slightly from the force,
still gripping the hand holds and letting his cock slide in and
out of Chris.
Finally he shot a load in Chris' mouth and Chris quickly stood up
and kissed Justin full on the mouth, forcing Justin to swallow
some of his own cum in a hot passionate kiss while Adam kept
swatting butt.
The pain of a spanking after cumming is always worse and Adam kept
it up for a good extra 50 swats making Justin's normally smooth
olive ass a nice shade of pink. The three of us dressed and said
our byes to Adam and headed back to the hotel.
There I of course, delivered unto the boys their bedtime spankings
and the three of us curled together for sleep.
The rest of our stay in Israel was uneventful except for a call I
got from my secretary which I kept secret, David had called in
from the Cayman Islands he had left Robert and wanted me to revoke
all of the trusts we set up earlier. I told my secretary to get
his number and that I would call him and try to deal with it.
Paris -----
The flight to Paris was relatively quick, and when our flight landed,
I checked in with the office again for more information on Dave,
he wouldn't give a phone number to reach him. "Then make him send a
signed letter, otherwise I can't act on a request of this
magnitude without something in writing," I told me secretary. I
wanted him to cool off.
Justin had found a reasonably nice cab for us and our luggage and
we were on our way to a beautiful hotel in the downtown area. We
had opera tickets that night and I had already remembered -- and
warned Christopher -- that the seats were designed for someone who
might make Tom Cruise, 5'2", seem tall, and that he would just
have to make do, at 6'5". (My original estimate of 6'3" for his
height was inaccurate as I learned after I took him for a routine
physical.) Mind you at 6'2" myself I wasn't going to be thrilled,
but Justin wanted to see an opera. The Barber of Seville was
scheduled.
Week 2: Highlights ------------------
Getting dressed up can be fun. I mean, I do it every day, but
really getting dressed up to go out, tux and all, can be so hot. I
love the way Justin looks in a Tux, always have, always will.
SMOOCH.
Chris looked great too, but a bit grumpy about the whole thing. I
reminded him to behave again and enjoy himself. We dined at an
elegant cafe on the sidewalks. I love the fact that in Paris the
wine can be cheaper than a Coca Cola.
Dinner done with, we took a cab to the opera house and reached our
seats early. As I remembered from my earlier trip, the seats were
tight and at 6'2", I was not thrilled myself, Chris moped, I
kissed him and whispered a third and final warning to behave and
just sit and enjoy it.
Justin was enraptured by it and I found myself mostly staring at
his dark eyes enjoying my husband's enjoyment of the spectacle.
Christopher spent the entire 3 plus hours of the performance
fidgeting and complaining and moving. By the time we got back to
the hotel, he knew he was going to get punished for being so
difficult and without my even saying anything fetched the paddle
and the razor strap from my bags and then went to the corner to
stand naked.
I spent a long time talking to Justin ignoring Christopher and my
husband and I spent a good amount of time kissing and talking
passionately to each other, all but ignoring our misbehaving son.
I couldn't talk about the situation with Dave to him, but we spent
an hour talking as I kept an eye on Chris in the corner shivering,
waiting for punishment.
After a bit, Justin said he wanted to take a walk to leave me some
privacy with Christopher and I agreed. I realized that since he
had seen Christopher flogged back before he moved in with us,
Justin had lost most of his interest in dishing out punishment,
not that this displeased me in any way, I loved him every bit more
for his newfound interest in spanking. In fact, if I think
carefully about it, I've found that he is now the one encouraging
me to spank him harder and longer in a number of situations.
As soon as the door shut and Justin left, Chris jumped scared. I
called him to me softly, kissed him on the forehead and then told
him he knew he needed punishment and asked him politely and softly
to bend over my lap.
As he went over my lap he apologized for fidgeting so much and
disrupting the evening. He knew better than to ask for me not to
spank him. So he just kept apologizing. I took my time positioning
his butt cheeks so that they were clearly exposed to the air and
then picked up my razor strap.
"25 strokes," I announced. This was not an atypical punishment for
him for misbehaving and he found it quite intensely painful. We
had established it more or less as the standard from which minor
infractions went down on his chart and major ones went up. I knew
how intense it could be for him, mostly because even 10 strokes
for minor infractions left him quite sore for a bedtime spanking
later in the day.
I placed my hand over his buttocks and cupped his ass cheeks and
gave him a short lecture. "Christopher, I know that it was
uncomfortable in the opera house tonight, I'm nearly as tall as
you, but this was very important to Justin, and you made it very
difficult for him and the other opera goers to enjoy the
performance. After I give you a chance to say anything you feel
you need to about this, I'm going to spank your butt 25 times with
the strap and then ask you to stand in the corner for an hour.
Anything you want to say?"
"No, Dad," he responded slowly, trying to beg for time.
I laid the strap carefully across his ass lining it up squarely. I
lifted it high into the air and brought it down squarely in the
middle of his tender ass cheeks. The sound was intense, his gasp
as he clenched to avoid crying or screaming was also intense. I
repeated strapping him, slowly reddening his tender milky white
ass flesh. By the time all 25 straps were done, his ass was
completely a deep crimson everywhere the strap had hit and he was
sobbing softly.
I helped him up without kissing him and stood him back in the
corner. I looked at the clock, it was already 1 AM.
Justin returned shortly and we kissed and made out while Chris
remained in the corner. When his corner time was over, I walked
over to him and gave him a warm hug and a deep passionate kiss
which he reciprocated and he apologized again to me and then to
Justin who responded by kissing Christopher also.
I reminded both boys of their bedtime swats and Chris moaned which
produced a curt swat on his backside there and then and I pushed
his nose into the corner. Justin went without any extra
encouragement.
I took Justin first and swatted my husband 30 times firmly. That
his is lifelong price for our relationship, his right to live with
me is conditioned on bedtime spankings and other rules as you
know. I never use implements for these bedtime spankings, that
isn't necessary. These are about giving up control to your lover.
He does it without question. I finished and sent him to bed and
then asked Chris to come over.
His eyes begged me not to spank him further, I ignored those pleas
and pulled him across my lap and dished out 20 harder than usual
swats to remind him that the bedtime ritual is not to be avoided
but to be embraced. He cried from it and after I finished he asked
if he could kiss me and make love to me so I would know that he
loved me. I hugged him tight and told him that I knew that, and I
also knew that naughty boys needed punishment at times. We kissed
and we made love. Some kid, huh?
Paris was otherwise mostly uneventful, Christopher hooked up for
three nights with a cute Parisian Jean-something or other. In the
morning, when he rejoined Justin and I, he took his previous
nights bedtime spanking as was the rule for him sleeping away from
home. He also took pains to assure Justin and I that he was having
safe sex. I appreciated that.
Just as we were in the airport out of Paris to Heathrow, I reached
my secretary who explained that Dave called again from a hospital
in the Cayman Islands. Or more precisely that the hospital called
on his behalf. He was in the intensive care and very sick, should
anyone be notified.
Decisions.
Flight ------
Paris to London is not exactly a long flight, unless you are
brooding. Dave had specifically asked me not to speak to Rob about
this, and besides I wasn't certain I could reach Rob right now
anyhow. I contacted the hospital when we landed and got through to
Dave. Then the doctor came on and communicated some of the
dimensions of the problem. Dave had tried to commit suicide. I
called the firm's private investigator, explained I needed "Robert
X" tracked down and then told the PI to get Rob on the next
cayman island flight at my personal expense. A call to AmEx
ensured that the tickets would be waiting for Rob.
All of this, I kept from Justin, Dave had made me promise.
Well, when the bills came in it wouldn't be much of secret, also
the funeral wouldn't be much of one either, the doctor gave Dave
about 24 hours to live due to the severity of the injuries and
their inability to move him out of the hospital.
London ------
I had really been looking forward to London, I had lined up
spankofiles for fun from Stateside and now, I wanted those grown
naughty school boys over my lap, and taking swats from me. My
mind was pre-occupied and by the time we got to the theatre to see
Phantom, I was lost in my own reverie completely.
If it showed, Justin was polite enough not to mention it, as was
Christopher. Back at the hotel room, I burned my butt on the
heated towel rack positioned carefully across from the toilet so
that when you stood up and turned around for toilet paper, it got you. I thought
about complaining and decided against it because of the
embarassment, besides it wasn't severe just a bit painful at
first.
Both boys took their evening spankings happily tonight with no
complaints and no particularly excess embarassment. After two
weeks in hotels, they realized that it was just the way of things
with me and that it would happen here or at home. Chris then asked
permission to hit some clubs and I agreed. He had wanted to do
things fairly separate from Justin and I here in London and I had
agreed, but I reminded him no more dominatrixes, he laughed, and
kissed me, then I gave him a couple hundred quid and a duplicate of my AmEx card I
had gotten for him so he could do what he wanted. He said he would
stay at the hotel and would catch up any missed bedtime spankings,
I nodded as he headed out and Justin and I fell against one
another in hot steamy man sex.
I'll skip the tourist sights Justin and I hit up and concentrate
on each of the naughty boys I spanked. Justin stayed out of it all
and saw shows each night.
Boy 1: Marc -----------
Marc and I had chatted for about a year on the internet, although
recently, not so much, when I indicated I would be bringing a
lochgelly tawse with me. He snapped up spanking slot #1 and made
me promise I would beat him sore with it. I did, we met at his
flat.
He answered the door in a soccer outfit, and looked barely legal
although he insisted he was 22. The soccer shorts seemed almost
see through to me and I could see the firm butt that was in them
and I wanted it.
He had indicated that he wanted no sex or sexual contact and I had
agreed to that although seeing his 5'4" stocky body all muscular
and hairy, and his caulky pale white skin, I wanted to ram my 8"
of meat right up his tight fuck hole.
We had worked out the scenario he wanted: a coach spanking a team
member for failing to show up for a big game. We chatted for a few
minutes and then I sent him out to the kitchen area of his flat
and sat down behind the desk after pulling it to the center of the
room and laying my tawse on it.
I called him in, "Marc, get your ass in here."
He came in alert and scared. I looked at him carefully, "Marc, you
been doing something I out to know about?"
His eyes bulged in terror as I picked up the tawse and toyed with
it in my hand. He shook his head. "Marc, you see, I couldn't help
but notice that my star goalee wasn't at the game yesterday."
He shook his head terrified, "Coach, I was running late, my mum's
car broke..."
I interupted him by slapping the tawse hard on the desk. "No
excuses, you a part of this team or not?"
"Coach," he wined.
"Listen Marc," I continued, "I've had enough of your crap, here
are your choices: walk out the door and get the fuck off my team
you sissy prick or take a whupping like a man and walk the
straight and narrow for the rest of the season."
Indecision, terror, I could see it in his eyes.
"Coach, please, I want to be on the team."
"Then bend your prissy little ass over my desk now and take it
like a man," I barked. I saw his cock stiffen in terror, he wanted
this scenario so bad.
Slowly and with much hesitation, Marc bent over my desk. I pulled
his shorts down much to his astonishment and left them at his
ankles. I did the same to his underwear, but if he thought to say
anything, he managed to keep it, wisely, to himself. His ass was
stunning and hairy, a nice small, firm ass that looked beautiful
to touch and squeeze, but also to spank. I could see his tense
fuckhole that I wanted badly, but I reminded myself of my holy
purpose.
I placed my arm on his back and then unceremoniously began
thrashing him with the tawse. He let me know it hurt -- ALOT --
very early into the beating. By the time I was rock hard turned on
at the sight of his sore hairy ass, a mere 10 or so strokes in, he
was begging "Coach" to stop,
By my 20th or so stroke, his ass was solid deep crimson, and he
was crying and sobbing relentlessly. His plump hairy ass was
weltering up in spots and he would be very sore. I moved the
tawse lower, just below his buttocks and resumed punishing him on
the back of his legs and his inner thighs. We had agreed that no
pleas would be paid attention to and that he would receive as much
as I felt he needed.
20 more strokes and he was hoarse from pleading me to stop beating
him. Another 20 even lower on his legs and his pleas were
inaudible. Mind you the fucker's cock stayed rock solid at
attention throughout the thrashing and I could tell he was loving
every minute of it.
It felt so good to be beating him so violently, my cock wanted to
explode inside his ass or mouth with cum. I lifted him off the
desk and asked him if he needed more to understand why he needed
to come to games, he gave me the middle finger and I slapped him
across the face.
I forced him down onto his sore welted backside and beat his
nipples with the tawse firmly till they were swelling. I asked
again. He gave me the finger again. I beat his tender testicles
with the tawse a few times, he struggled but stayed hard. I was
amazed.
His ball sacs were red, his pleas inaudible from screaming, and I
was certain he wanted me.
Again, I asked if he knew that I expected him at games and
practice?
He paused contemplating the soreness of his body and nodded in
resignation finally. I stood him up and asked him to apologize to
me. Slowly and softly, his voice almost inaudible, he apologized for missing
the game and thanked me for punishing him rather than kicking him
off the team.
I was amazed how much he took and really wanted to get him off or
get off myself. He looked to my bag and I put the tawse away
signaling that the scene was over. He stayed naked, and bruised
too, and stuck out his hand and thinking me. He let me know
that it was the most anyone had ever done and he loved it. He
loved being so sore, his Coach had been a real sadist from what I
had heard, so it didn't surprise me he was this turned on by
severe beatings, I knew he wanted it too. I thanked him back and
asked if I could be of any other help.
He shook his head, and I left, horny, mind you. I fucked Justin's
brains out to get some relief when I reached the hotel.
Boy 2: Tony -----------
Tony had sent me some pictures, the old fashioned way, by postal
mail, so I knew exactly what to expect when I arrived. He was a
gorgeous older man, 47 as I recall. He had been spanked as a
school boy and loved the cane, dearly.
As promised, I showed up by 3 pm at his flat on his day off. It
would be like old times for him. We shook hands vigorously and
chatted about politics, the upcoming British elections, corporal
punishment in schools, you name it. By 4:30, I sent him to put on
the school uniform he had talked about as I looked over some of
the piles of work mounting on his desk.
When he returned dressed like a teen, he looked every bit the
part. He gasped audibly at my hands on the red file on his desk.
"I see you turned this in late, young man," I said.
He stammered like he was just a 14 year old facing daddy or his
head prefect, the excuses rambled, the conclusion, pleading to
avoid the cane. I threw the file onto the ground and ordered him
to pick it up. He scrambled quickly to get it back in order, I
love the sight of his body scurrying on the ground. He was hot.
I had brought a cane with me and pulled it from out of my bag. At
4' long and 1/8" round, I felt certain it would make an
impression. Tony gasped at the cane and scurried faster to get the
folder back in order. As he put it on the desk I shoved him over
the desk and placed my hand against the small of his back pinning
him down. I quickly brought the cane down on his covered buttocks
several times as he obviously strained to avoid screaming out.
When I finished the first ten strokes, I yanked his shorts down
and stood him, ass to the world in his back window.
I watched his face closely seeing the tears held back in his eyes,
his embarassment. I opened my pants and stroked my hard throbbing
8" tool. He hated being fucked after a caning he told me, he had
been his prefect's boy which also meant that if he did need to be
caned, his ass got it two ways, first the cane followed by a
public run down the hall, bottomless and then later that night,
with his prefect's cock.
After stroking my cock for a while I went over to him and pushed
him back over the desk. He didn't protest, knowing that would only
make it worse. I borought the cane down violently on his ass 10
more times, each stroke of the cane left a perfect narrow channel,
red compared to his surrounding pale white ass flesh. Once I
finished, I slid a condom onto my cock shaft and fucked him
through and through. He had managed not to cry till then, but the
push of my cock against his fuckhole and he cried like the 14 year
old he was dressed as.
My full 8" slid into him and I pulled him up to me. Grabbing his
chest with my hands and putting my hands on his nipples, yanking
them hard I kissed the nape of his neck. Then I whispered the
order, five minutes to shoot with my cock in his ass or 15
strokes, and on and on till he shot in the time limit. He cried
louder and moaned, then he quickly started working on his
cockshaft without any help from me. Too late, at 5 minutes, I
pulled out and forced him over the desk again.
Whack, whack, whack. I worked the cane visciously landing 15
extremely brutal strokes across his ass and raising up several
quite pleasant looking welts. My cock was back in pumping him
before he realized the caning was over. You got five minutes
before that cane brutalize you 20 more times I whispered and he
moaned in pleasure.
Seconds before I was about to withdraw and punish him again, his
cock erupted like a volcano and I felt him trembling around my
cock shaft, the sensation triggered my orgasm which although it
didn't fill his hole because of the condom, I knew he appreciated.
We kissed with lots of tongue, the punishment part over and he
thanked me for assisting him with staying on the ball. I let him
get changed without saying more and then when he came down, we got
an early dinner together at 6 where he met Justin. I loved the
fact that he was uncomfortable sitting.
Death -----
I had given strict orders not to leave Justin messages, but he
told me the office had called. A call to the office confirmed my worst suspicions, by midnight
our family was at Heathrow waiting for a flight back to the
states. Chris had wanted to stay, but knew not to push the issue
with me. Justin said nothing the whole flight back, he was furious
with me for keeping everything secret.
When we landed in the states, Geof met us at the airport and drove
us back to my place where Rob was now camped out. He had never
made it to the islands and was a mess of tears and had camped out
in Chris' room.
Tom was waiting also, Tom spoke harshly to me about keeping
everything a secret. Then we talked about the future for Rob, and
selling the house quickly to ensure that there would be plenty of
money for a while.
It is just amazing how professionals can
compartmentalize like that.
Scores to Settle ----------------
Geof had earned himself plenty of spankings, which I scheduled him
for spread out over the coming week before he left for home. Every night
for the rest of the week, he would be over for 50 firm strokes of
the razor strap, not counting any other punishments he might rack up.
Ouch.
Tom and Geof left, taking Rob with them, Rob would later move in
with them to be closer to the theater.
Before bed, Chris apologized for arguing with me about coming home
and took 20 firm strokes with the Tawse that had been so effective
at brutalizing Marc. In a moment of weakness, the sheer
effectiveness of the tawse convinced me to spare him a bedtime
spanking and he sucked my cock to thank me for the reprieve. Then
I tucked him in and headed to the master bedroom.
Justin's eyes accused me. "How could you..." he started. I walked
over and slapped his exposed butt 10 times. Singaling that I
didn't want to discuss the issue. "I couldn't sweetie, I
couldn't," I told him as he cried in my arms.
He got spared a bed time spanking too.
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The first story in this series, Spanking_Party, was written on a
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