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The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of domination,
spankings and sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if
you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  For a change I have
given my narrator a general ethnic identity in order to use the cultural
images associated with it about respect for one's elders particularly
within the family.

This is a sequel to my story "Park Encounters".  It is set some twenty
eight years later.  Kim has married and is the father of twin thirteen
year boys, Paul and Peter.  They live with their mother and Uncle Jeong
(who narrated the first story) in a great house.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.


In His Father's Footsteps
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Discovery

Paul and I were thirteen when we went back to the attic and started to
read Uncle Jeong's old diaries.  Frankly, most of it was very routine
(i.e., dull) until that faithful evening in the park where he wrote
about his encounter with Ken and the other so called biker guys.  We
both sprung boners as we read how the three guys spanked and fucked him
in the park and how he loved yet feared it.  Within a couple of hours we
both shot off a couple of times and learnt how Uncle Jeong soon fell
under dad's spell also.  We did not think we understood everything that
was going in their heads but we wondered about having our own boy to
fuck when and as we pleased.

Like many families we had our lumber room in the attic where we played
as little boys exploring what was stored away.  Books don't generally
interest kids but these were handwritten -- they were Uncle Jeong's
diaries starting when he was ten until he was twenty five.  It was only
when we became teens that we started to read them and found that what he
wrote then was not quite the same as those stories that we heard about
the family table.  It was so prophetic that he called them "A Boy's
Diary".

When we were little kids we noticed that father and Uncle Jeong had a
different sort of relationship than most adults had.  Uncle Jeong was
always very deferential to father; even more than the servants were.  It
was also obvious when we visited grandfather for father would be seated
in a more honored position than Uncle Jeong who was older.  Another
difference we had noticed (at the beach when we were changing) was that
dad had a lot of hair about his penis and Uncle Jeong was as hairless
was we were.  Of course, we did not understand why until we read the
diaries.

We have been fortunate to have lead the good life since dad was very
successful and could afford a great house and to send us to the very
best schools.  We are the apple of dad's eye, as the expression goes.
We are already as big as dad and still growing, get great grades and
excel at sports because of our competitiveness and aggressiveness.  We
both like to be number one -- the very best and have the drive to do it.
The only time we don't feel bad about not being number one is when we
are one and two together.

We also learnt that when Uncle Jeong was a freshman, he got real sick
and because he missed so much school that he had to start over.  After
he restarted he and dad shared a room all through college.  Away from
their parents, dad kept a very tight leash on Uncle Jeong.  He was not
allowed to date nor even jerk off and got spanked a lot.  As you would
guess he had to service dad at least twice a day.  Uncle Jeong seemed to
relish the way dad treated him.  Both of us are sure glad he is not that
strict with us!  In the middle of their freshman year, Uncle Jeong wrote
this.

--------------------
Saturday, Feb. 7.

Last night I stayed home while Sir went to a party.  I did my
assignments and proofed his history paper as he ordered me to and then
went to bed wearing just my jock strap.  It's more comfortable than that
thing he gotten for me and helps keeps me from playing with my hairless
pee-pee which he has forbidden.

At about 3:00 in the morning he came back to the room and woke me.  He
was high on beer and pissed off.  All he said was: "That *$%@ bitch
teased me all night and then would not put out."  By this time I was on
my knees for he had ripped open his jeans and had his hard shaft out of
his jeans and into my mouth.  He kept yelling for me to suck but the way
he was thrusting I could not do that.  He blasted his first load hard
and deep and it slipped right down my throat.  I only tasted his
sweetness as he pulled his still hard rod back so only the head was in
my mouth.  He kept a tight hold on my head with both hands and for the
very first time pissed into me.  "Drink it, Boy." he commanded as the
almost tasteless fluid filled my mouth.  I had to swallow so as not to
choke.  Soon I had a full belly and he was saying how much better he
felt.

He got me prone on the bed and got on top of me; our favorite position.
With practiced ease his still rigid tool knocked on my hole and slipped
right in.  He then began one of his long, slow and hard fucks which
never fails to make me blast my own load particularly when he told me
that I was surely a better lay than that *$%@ bitch could possibly be.
He kept tight hold of me even after we both shot.  I felt so good being
his boy.  "Damn; all that damn beer I drank; I got to piss again." and
he did just that filling my lower gut.  Then with a final lick on my
neck he pulled out and sent me to the pot.  I barely made it in time and
it took me at least ten minutes to get it all out.

When I got back to the room he invited me cuddle up with him.

It was just wonderful.
--------------------

Things went on like this all through college.  After they graduated,
they worked one of the retail stores for a couple years until dad moved
up into the executives offices with grandfather and Uncle Jeong remained
(even now) a low level manager.

After this we had to get sneaky to find out more for that as far as the
diaries in the attic went.  We went looking in Boy's (that what dad
always called him) room.  We could not find all of them but we found the
ones that started when we were ten.  Uncle Jeong kept mentioning us and
how we always reminded him of dad at that age.  By now we were not
surprised when we learnt that dad still rammed his cock up his brother's
butt a couple of times a week and that was still the only way Uncle
Jeong got off.  He also pined for the old days when dad would do it a
couple of times a day or that fabulous time he got it from that biker,
Ken, and dad together.

We got lucky; dad had to go on a business trip and our parents decided
to expand it as a vacation trip.  They would leave us with Uncle Jeong
as a babysitter.  A few months ago that would have seemed normal but not
any more.  Uncle Jeong was never very strict with us and now that we
knew that he was just a pussy boy he would never be able to control us.
We set to planing what to do.

We were very elated by the latest entry in "A Boy's diary" for he again
spoke of how much we reminded him of father years ago and how it would
surely be a great joy to have our juicy hard teen cocks up his ass and
down his throat like when he was a teen.  He regretted that not only
would this be criminal but father would not approve.


Experiment

Fate dealt us a good hand.  The housekeeper severed us dinner and put
Uncle Jeong's aside because he was late and left.  About three hours
later we heard the squeal of Uncle Jeong's car in the driveway and the
crunch as he hit the garage.  He was yelling and cursing some cop for
giving him a lecture and a warning as he stumbled into the house.  We
knew how father had handled this situation for we watched (actually
listening from the top of the stairs) him a couple years ago.  We
pounced.

"QUIET, BOY!  GET YOUR SORRY BUTT IN THE CORNER FOR A TIME OUT!  NOW!
MOVE IT, BOY!"

Fortunately our voices had long since broken and we no longer sounded
like girls.  Our bluff worked and Boy immediately turned and stuck his
nose in the corner.  Perhaps he thought that we were father returned
unexpectedly; perhaps he just accepted the order assuming it came with
the authority to boss him about.  We let him stew for a long fifteen
minutes and then gave another order.

"BOY, you earned another spanking.  Get to your room, strip and wait in
the corner."  We then stayed hidden and watched him turn and run up the
stairs to his room.  We waited a few minutes and then went to Boy's
room.  He was naked with his hands on his head -- a position that we
ourselves knew all to well -- but that felt a lot better from this point
of view.  As soon as we called him, he started to object that we were
not in charge of him.  We told him to shut up and proceeded to lecture
him for getting stopped, being late and bad driving.  The more we
lectured, the more submissive he became for his head hung lower and
lower as his body sagged in shame.  Conversely, our cocks were straining
more and more in out jeans.  I sat down and patted my lap just like dad
did with Paul and me.  Boy responded as we had hopped and layed down
over my lap.  I got a grip on his waist and patted his cheeks with my
right hand before starting to spank him for the first time.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!

I hit as hard as I could, knowing that dad's spanks would have been
harder.  We may have been as tall as father but we still did not have
the muscles he had.  It was a thrill to see first my hand prints in red
and then his entire butt turn crimson.  I gave him another set.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!

It was the third set that caused him to go limp in submission as we had
over father's lap many times.  I pulled him up.  Paul replaced me on the
chair and took Boy over his lap.  He spanked and spanked and soon Boy
was bawling like a little baby.  By this time I had my pants down and my
cock was hard and dripping.  Paul pushed him off his lap and I pulled
his head to my rampant rod.  He opened his mouth and accepted it.  Paul
wasted no time in dropping his jeans and was kneeling behind Boy.  He
spread some lube on the target and his own shaft and pushed it in.  In a
couple of minutes (if not sooner) we both blasted our first loads into
Boy.

We swapped places and started over with Paul face-fucking and me
ass-fucking Boy.  We lasted longer this time.  Just like father, we both
lost our virginity with Boy.  Could this be the start of some sort of
family tradition, we wondered.

After I pulled out, Boy kissed my feet and remained in the kowtow
position.  Paul had pulled out and demanded that Boy suck his cock clean
and kiss his feet.  We made Boy lick his own come off the rug and then
ordered him to go to bed.

We were flying high and expected to stay that way for some time.  We
talked about being men rather than just boys.  In our heart we knew that
we had a long way to go before father would consider us men but
certainly we were not little boys any more.

The next two weeks were great for Boy was always available for our
cocks.  We continued to follow father's example and kept him on a tight
leash.  Paul and I decided that we would never tell him which one of us
first spanked him and which first fucked him nor that we had read his
diaries.  We felt that it would be better if he did not know how much we
did know.  We even saw that he loved what we were doing from his new
entries in his diary.


Contract

Then our parents returned and we realized that there had to be changes.
We ordered Boy not to volunteer anything but to answer any of father's
questions.  We had to have a real man-to-man discussion with father as
soon as he caught up at work.

We knew that it would be a difficult discussion with father but we
decided that being direct and forthright would prevent the possibility,
nay, certainly of later exposure which father would take badly.  We made
careful notes of the several things we wanted to talk about and
explained to father that they were interdependent and that we wanted to
at least briefly mention them all before discussion.  We started out
with our report cards which we had just gotten and how we behaved while
they were gone.  Father agreed that these certainly were very positive
reports.  There was one thing that happened when you were away that was
not good -- Uncle Jeong came home late for dinner, driving dangerously
and even hitting that garage.  Naturally, father was not pleased to hear
such a report and told us he would have a talk with Uncle Jeong later.

"Father, we heard how you handled this situation a couple of years ago,
so we took the liberty of doing the same thing in keeping with your
theory of prompt punishment."

Father looked very amazed.  "We lectured Uncle Jeong very thoroughly..."
said Paul as father nodded.  "... and then we spanked him hard as
appropriate for a little hairless boy."  Father's jaw nearly fell off.

"That's what we did, father, and he never objected because he knew he
was a very naughty boy deserving of punishment." I promptly added.

"Very interesting, boys, but I think there is something more you want to
tell me." said father very perceptively.

"You are correct, father." we both said.  "We don't think that we should
be spanked over your knee like little hairless boys anymore."

Father was smiling.  "No more spankings for you two yet you think your
uncle should still be spanked and he is three times your age."  He
paused a minute.  "I suppose you have still another suggestion."

"Yes, father," Paul continued, "we don't want to be treated like little
boys but young men.  We have discussed this for a long time.  Grounding
is a very blunt method with random results -- sometimes really hurting
for a minor offense and vice versa -- which is unfair.  No allowance is
impractical because we need money for school.  That leaves CP."

I handed father the box saying: "This seems to be appropriate.  We don't
like it but it is appropriate as there are times we deserve to be
punished."  Father opened the box and carefully examined the tawse.
"The catalog indicated that it was just right for young men in school
like us." we added as an unneeded explanation.

"We also decided that you tell to use it on each other we will do so
honestly as that is the responsible, grown up way." added Paul.

We then explained that we had lost our virginity exactly the same way
had father had and in the exact same holes.  We had to explain that we
had found Uncle Jeong's old diaries and that he had lusted for us but
never made any advances.  We had taken complete charge.

We then stood together and bowed expressing apologies for any insolent
or misbehavior.  Father was quiet for a few minutes and then picked up
the tawse.  "Let's see how this works." he said handing it to Paul.
"Peter, drop your pants and lean over the chair."  After I complied, he
said: "Give him three; light, medium and hard."

"Yes, father."  Paul swung the tawse at my naked butt as directed.

Thwack.  Thwack!  Thwack!!

That thing could really sting.  I immediately knew that I would not like
getting more.

"OK, boys.  Now switch."  I quickly swapped places with Paul and gave
him what he had given me.  It certainly was nicer to give than to
receive.

Father took the tawse from me and directed Paul to bend over again.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

Paul jumped with each stroke.  Although my stokes had left some marks,
dad's were much harder and really reddened Paul's butt.  I knew what was
going to happen next.  I dropped my jeans and resumed the position.
Father gave me three just like he had given to Paul.

Paul and I returned to our room after father indicated that he would
think about things and let us know what he decided.  As we left he
added: "The tawse is an excellent selection and I definitely will use
it."  Paul and I knew that it could really hurt and we would not like
getting it.  However, we did not want to be treated like little boys and
not everything about growing up is nice.


Payday -- I

It was only a couple of weeks later when Paul and I went out with our
friends to a late afternoon movie.  We really loved it and stayed to see
it again and then stopped to eat and talk about it.  The result was that
we got home about four hours late without having called.  Our parents
were justifiably furious and father directed us to our room immediately.

He made us wait for a full half hour before coming up to lecture us for
making them worry by not calling about the change of our plans.  Of
course, we knew that we did not have any excuse worth mentioning.  A
couple of minutes later our jeans and briefs were down and we were bent
over our chairs.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

went the tawse first on my butt and

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

then on Paul's.  Father hit us harder than in the demonstration and
twice as many times.  Admittedly it was a lot more dignified then being
on father's lap being spanked like a little boy but it sure hurt a lot
more.  Part of the price of growing up.  I almost yelled and jumped on
the last one which surely would have been cause for extra and some not
so nice comments especially from Paul.

I certainly understood the meaning of the expression about being careful
what you wish for.


Payday -- II

Things were very normal for a while until one evening after I managed to
get into an argument with mother.  It was just one of those things that
happen but I got excited and said things that I never should have (nor
meant).  Unfortunately father heard me and was furious.  He ordered me
to be quiet.  He further decreed that I should not say anything except
in reply to a direct question for a full day and then told Paul that he
was in charge of me for that time and also to give me a dozen of the
best with the tawse.

I felt Paul was much too enthusiastic as he led me back to our room.  He
lectured me about my insolence to mother and told me that he was going
to be very strict with me for the entire twenty-four hours and would be
very liberal wielding the 'enforcer'.  I'm sure that he realized that
our positions could easily be reversed so I was certain that he would be
at least reasonable.

I stripped at his order and he had me lie on the bed.  He then laid the
enforcer across my butt and told me think about what would soon happen
and how I must be careful about what I said.  The waiting was awful and
I made the mistake of asking him to get it over with.

"Peter, that's going to cost you three extra.  You were ordered not to
speak."  I laid there in silence sure that the waiting would be worse
than then the strap itself for after all he did not hit nearly as father
did.

I was wrong.

Suddenly the strap was lifted and then it crashed down on my defenseless
ass.  THWACK!!  Paul hit very hard and the pain seared deep into me.
Paul waited a bit before the second stoke.  THWACK!!  It was as hard as
the first and seared into my flesh.  This was going to hurt; really
hurt; hurt real bad.  THWACK!!  I felt like screaming but I just bit the
pillow instead.  I was not a wimp.  I was not a sissy.  I was certain
that I could take what my brother was dishing out and some day I would
get my turn at his ass.

I was not really prepared when the fourth one smashed into my butt.  My
face was buried in the pillow and Paul had switched sides so that the
tails bit my other flank.  I just bit the pillow harder and had a death
grip on the mattress so that I would not move.  At least that was the
plan.  I jumped and let go so that I both moved and yelled like a baby.

"That's going to cost you another stroke." said my dear brother
cheerfully.

He repeated the fourth one and I managed to stay quiet and still.  This
was not going to be easy.  Then came the fifth one and I moved again.

It was obvious that I was having a real hard time not crying or moving.
Paul sat down next to me and placed a hand on my neck gently.  "You're
not doing very well and we're not even half way..."  He paused a few
seconds before adding: "not counting the extras."  Another pause.  "With
the extra you get for moving we could be at this all night."  I nodded.
"Should I tie you down?"  I nodded again for I knew he was going to make
me move if he could.  Of course, that meant that he could give me the
business about being a sissy wimp but my butt was already yelling that
it was too much.  "It will cost you two extra; OK?"  I nodded again.

A couple of minutes later he was putting a rope about my wrists and
tugging so that he could tie me to the bed frame.  Then he repeated the
operation so that my ankles were also bound.  I was spread-eagled on my
own bed and totally at my brother's mercy.  A few minutes later that
tawse landed again with the replacement number five.  It was just as
hard as before and I was glad that I could not move.  Again he drove it
against my helpless ass.  "Six, Petey, and six to go." he said far too
cheerfully.

He pulled my socks off and stuck them into my mouth.  "This should help
you keep quiet, Petey."

A couple of minutes later, from the other side of the bed, he said he
should get his sunglasses since my ass was glowing so brightly just as
the tawse struck again.  THWACK!!  And again:  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

"Nine, Petey."  I was really hurting and on the verge of tears.  He was
beating me worse than father had.  I now had doubt about the wisdom of
my plan not to be spanked any more.  My thoughts were interrupted by the
tawse kissing my ass thrice again.  I lost it and was crying.

"That it Petey ... except for the extras."

It seemed a long time before he decided to administer the extra.  I just
waited really regretting what I said and even thinking that he was right
in being so hard on me.  I think that I would have resented father for
hitting this hard.  Then without warning he struck me again.  I was
unprepared and yelled as he gave me another.  He laughed and went to the
other side and gave me two more.  "Just one more." he said cheerfully as
the torture device struck.  It was harder than the others.  I screamed
-- or tried through the sock in my mouth.

Then he was lying next to me and stroking me gently.  "That's all,
Petey.  Just remember to be silent or I'll have give you more."  He
pulled the sock from my mouth.  His hands moved down my back and he was
rubbing some cream into my red-hot painful buns.  I tried to relax as he
administered to me.  Then there was his finger pressing on my ass hole.
"What was he doing?" I thought, not daring to open my mouth to ask.

It was not long before I found out for seconds later he was on top of me
with his legs between mine and his hard rod pressed to my hole.  There
was no doubt what he was about to do and that I could not do anything to
stop it for I was neatly trussed up like a gob on the rigging ready for
the bo'sun's cat and under strict command to be silent.  I could feel
his hands reach under my chest, grasp my tits and then pinch them hard.
When the pain hit I stopped clenching my butt hole and he slipped his
well-lubed shaft into me for the first time.

Although we had both been fucking Boy, we had never done anything but
jerk off with each other.  He fucked me lovingly and gently for a long
time.  As he did he explained that my red-hot butt turned him on so much
he just had to.  He said that he tried to resist but my constantly
reminding him that I was a fuckin' eight minutes older was the deciding
factor.  Now he would be the first twin fucker no matter what happened.
He continued to kiss my neck and then worked his way to my lips.

I must confess that I really liked it, however I knew that I would do
the exact same thing to him when I could.  I'm certain that he knew that
I would also.

He untied me and I stood up.  He got down and gave me a long slow blow
job.  It was really wonderful.

Before going to sleep, he told me that he expected me to be a perfect
boy or he would shave and spank me.  After the severe strapping he just
administered I was certain he would if I gave him any excuse at all.


Payday -- III

This is Paul.  Pete left this anecdote on his open on his monitor and I
decided to write the rest.  What he wrote was all true and I certainly
was not going to let him get away with anything and I will say that he
was a good boy that next day.  I did let father know how easily he broke
down and he was disappointed.  I hoped that he would have the good
manners to apologize to mother but I learnt that he never did.

In order to keep this narrative honest, I have to report that a couple
of weeks later I forgot a simple errand that father had asked me to do
(pick up a part from a shop near the school).  It was not very important
but he was disappointed in my failure to be responsible.  I felt very
bad and told him that I had earned a tawsing.  Pete was told to give me
six.

As soon as we got to our room, I stripped, handed the tawse to Petey and
assumed the position.  This had the desired effect that he did not feel
as in charge as he should have and therefore he would not be as harsh.
Also, there hardly seemed any point to lecture me.  He swung the tawse
and hitting me moderately hard.  "One, sir." I said again keeping the
imitative.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

"Six, sir.  Thank you."  I quickly straightened up.  I admit it hurt but
Petey lacked technique and if millions of English school boys could take
it I had decided that I could also.  And I did which disturbed him also
because I broke him with it.  What he did not know was that I had
practiced with the tawse to learn how to be most effective.


Payday -- IV

It was what happened at the pool which I can understand why he couldn't
go on with the story.

Life generally went on as you would expect until one day at the pool.
It was a nice hot June day and school was out.  Robby, our twelve year
old neighbor who was a couple of years younger than us was our guest.
Petey got very rambunctious and pantsed Robby teasing him that he did
not need a bathing suit because he did not have anything to hide as he
was a hairless baby.  I don't think that Robby cared about being naked
because he had often been naked with us before but it was the nasty
words that hurt him.  Our pool is surrounded by bushes so none of us saw
father coming and he heard everything.  He was, to put it simply, quite
upset at what Petey said.

By now Robby's trunks were up in the tree so father made Pete give his
own to Robby who put them on.  Petey was not happy with being naked and
it was obvious.  Father told him to stand with his nose on the tree and
talked with Robby and me.  Peter was going to pay heavily for his
arrogant nastiness.

"Peter, I am very disappointed in your immature rudeness and disrespect
for our guest.  You are to go back to your room where Paul and Rob will
administer your punishment.  I expect that will obey their instructions
or things will be even worse for you."

"Yes, father." said Petey with his head hanging.  It was triply bad for
him since he was being lectured while naked in front of both Rob and me
and we were going to do the corporal parts.

As we walked back to the house, Rob (the diminutive is no longer
appropriate) asked what a tawse was.  I explained how Petey and I had
claimed to be so grown up so we got the 'torture' device so that we
would not be spanked like little boys.  He was wide eyed went I even
explained that we used it on each other -- at dad's direction -- to
prove that we were not just little boys but responsible young men.

"Do you cheat?" he asked.

"NEVER!  If anything we're even rougher than father would be because we
want to prove that we are responsible young men who can be trusted.  It
is a matter of honor!  The physical pain hurts less than the mental pain
of being treated like babies."

Up in the room I ordered Petey to lean over the chair while Rob
carefully examined the tawse.  Then it was time to use it.  I showed Rob
the basics and demonstrated on Petey.  Rob then gave Petey a good dose.
Although he was still smaller then us he was driven by anger and that
sure made up for things.  From my past experience I could tell that
Petey was very close to tears by the time we stopped.  I'm sure that he
figured that was all that was going to happen and he was off the hook.
I reminded him to stay as he was and went for the mustache trimmer which
father had told to us to use.

We took Petey into the bathroom and had him stand in the bathtub.
"Peter, father said that you are too immature to have pubes and that we
are to remove them."  The look of horror on Peter's face was fantastic.
Obviously, the punishment fit the crime.  I grabbed Petey's cock and
held it aside as I ran the clipper through the bush he was so proud of.
What had taken a year to grow disappeared in just a couple of minutes.
Tears filled his eyes and even started to run down his cheeks.

Rob gave him a feel and shook his head.  "Stubble!" he exclaimed with
disgust.  He was right.  "You got a razor?"

"Sure, in the cabinet.  A good idea." I answered.  Petey and I had
gotten some in anticipation of needing to shave.  It certainly made our
friends wonder a bit if we really need it.

Rob opened the cabinet and grabbed the can of shaving cream.  He wet
Petey down with the shower hose and then covered his pubes with the
cream.  Petey, to his own horror, started to get hard and Rob made sure
that he had a full fledged boner before he stopped rubbing the cream
around.  "He likes this." he laughed.  What's not to like when you're
getting jerked gently while covered with shaving cream?

I handed him a razor and he carefully used it to make Petey as smooth as
possible.  I rinsed him off and Rob covered him with the shaving cream a
second time.  As he went over Petey's pubes and ballsack he explained
that this was lots of fun.  There was no doubt that he and I were
tenting our trunks.

After we rinsed and dried the little boy off we went back to the
bedroom.  Rob, quite correctly noted that Petey was a hairless little
boy and therefore should be spanked for his misbehavior at the pool.  He
sat on Pete's own bed and pulled him over his lap.  He got a firm grip
on his waist and began to pat his still red butt.  He gave him a few
hard SPANKS and I could see that he was hurting his hand as much as he
was hurting Petey.

I handed him a flip-flop.  "When little boys are not physically so
little one then has to use a tool to protect one's hand."  He smiled and
began to spank again.

WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!
WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!
WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!
WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!

With Petey previous tenderized from the tawse and the trauma of losing
his pubes and being in such a babyish position he began to cry like a
little baby.  Rob gave him a second dose.

WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!
WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!  WHOP!!
WHOP!!  WHOP!!

We were about to go back to the pool when I realized that both Rob and I
had major boners.  Rather than just jerk off, I got the lube and had
Petey on his hands and knees.  I lubed up my rod and Petey's hole.  But
this time Rob had pulled down his trunks and was pulling on his pud.  I
told him that Petey would be happy to suck him off and he grabbed
Petey's head and pushed his rod into his month as I rammed into Petey's
fuckhole.  I came quickly and Rob yelled as he did.
<br> 

New Contract

Somewhat relieved we took the bawling baby back to the pool.  Father was
talking with a coworker who had come over with his kids.  His two teen
boys were climbing out of the pool to go diving again and his daughter
and her girl friend were coming out of the changing house.  We were
quickly surrounded by the four who wanted to know why Petey was naked
and red-eyed and red-assed.  It was quickly explained that Petey did not
believe that hairless little boys need trunks so he was not permitted
any and he had been spanked for being rude and throwing Rob's trunks
into the tree.

One of the guys suddenly stated an interesting point.  "Petey had pubes
last month when I saw him in the gym shower."

"That was then; this is now." laughed Rob.  Everyone else laughed with
him; everyone but Petey.  Petey had a terrible time having to be naked
like a little boy and with everyone knowing that he been spanked and
shaved.

Paul asked me, Rob, to write about what happened to rest of that hot
summer since there was more to Petey's punishment than what happened
that hot day in June. One other little thing that is very important.
His father left it to me to decide when Petey could have pubes again.
He admonished me that I must be fair and reasonable.  There was no
reason to tell Petey that when I had the great fun of shaving and
spanking him.  I really felt good about doing that since he had been
such an asshole in the first place.

I talked about it with my big brother who just graduated high school.
After congratulating me on losing my verginity and my "first shave" and
other stuff he asked a simple question: "Did Peter apologize?"  When he
found out he had not, he suggested a simple rule -- every ten days to a
fortnight I should remove Pete's regrowing bush unless he has apologized
but not tell him the rule.  If by Labor Day he has not, then to speak to
his father for advice.  It was simple and fair and easy to implement.
It was also a direct measure of his maturity.

I made sure to visit frequently to give Petey ample opportunity to do
what he should.  I did not tell him or anyone else the rule.
Apologizing was the proper thing to do and certainly even a little kid
is expected to do it.  What I found out is that Petey was required to
swim naked until he had pubes again so I was able to monitor his growth
rate.  It did not take me long to realize that Petey thought the way not
to lose his pubes again was to be very nice to me.  I freely admit
(confess!) that my cock was very pleased about this turn of events.
With just the most casual of suggestions, Petey would offer both his
holes for my pleasure.  Even though I did not yet have pubes I sure
could enjoy the more adult of pleasures of being in a hot, tight hole.
He over did it with refreshments and letting me play his really cool
video games.

When it was time to remove his undeserved hair, Petey begged me not to
but to no avail.  I got him back in the shower and lathered him up.  He
was crying before I was finished.  Before leaving, I bent him over and
fucked him hard.  I was getting to like this.

Petey continued to beg to know what he should do.  My brother had gotten
me to read "1984" and then I understood why I should not tell him.  This
was Petey's own Room 101."

The next time I tried something different.  I had seen some ads for hair
removers claiming how good and easy they were while avoiding the pain of
wax and the scratch of razor stubble.  I made Petey lie on his own bed
and covered his pubes with the goo.  I spent the next twenty minutes
telling how this was a nicer process and that it would do a better job
but he did not appreciate my efforts to be nice.  When it was time I
carefully wiped him clean in both senses and told him to shower.  It was
really a nice result but I missed using the razor.

There was one positive side effect of this.  He no longer got punished
with the tawse for that was for young men with pubes.  He did not
appreciate this because Paul usually got the task of disciplining him
while he himself got the tawse from his father.  Paul had decided that
the spankings were more effective if there was an audience so I was
frequently invited to watch and sometimes even help.

When Labor Day came two things followed.  First my own pubes were
growing and, second, the new school year.  I had a talk with his father
who suggested (decided!) that I let the matter drop so we all could get
on with our schooling.  It was clear that Petey's father was
disappointed in him.

When I saw Paul and Pete on school breaks, they were different.  Paul
was definitely the leader (like their dad) and Pete a follower (like
their uncle).

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L., April 18, 2002

Y.

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