Well i have to retake a class because the grade i got was barely too low to count towards my major.
Oh bad boy. Luckily you, to have a Master that is so invested in your future and realigning poor behavior.
Tag: punishment
“Hand over my belt, son.”
“I don’t want a spanking, daddy, I’m too old!” he pouts.
“But you stayed out past curfew and came back reeking of alcohol and pot – on a school night. I don’t mind if you smoke pot as long as you’re safe, but you’re too young to be indulging in shitty beer and breaking curfew is out of the question.”
“None of my friends have curfew! Ryan gets to stay out as late as the wants!”
Oh, teenagers. I put my hands on his hips, “When you’ll get older, you’ll see what kind of bad influences your friends are. Ryan’s dad can’t hold a job and is scared of his own son, Seth’s parents live off welfare fraud, Mark’s mother is in and out of jail for heroin and I know Mark’s been busted for shoplifting… these kids, they’re gonna get into gangs, drugs, addiction, jail. Hell, they may get out, but I won’t allow you to get dragged down with them.
You’re hard working and a great student; I know you have dreams of going to NYU. I know at your age, me forbidding you to see your friends would result in you sneaking out anyway, so I am making concessions. I just want what’s best for you, since it’s us two since your mother went to heaven.”
“I miss her,” He sighs, then after a moment, hands me back my belt.
“I do too, but she’d be proud to know what a good son you are,” I say. “I’ll go a little easy on you tonight. You’ll get five straps for the alcohol, five for breaking curfew.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes son?”
“…Last time this happened, something funny happened. My cock began to leak. It’s never done that before.”
“Oh is that so?” I smile, feigning ignorance. “Well you’re at that age when your body is beginning to wake up. We’ll talk about that more in the morning, but for now, fetch me a towel to put over my lap please.”
“Yes, daddy.”
As I watch him shuffle to the bathroom, I know in my heart I’m doing the right thing. He’s going to be a fine young man.
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Text is fictional.
Jack had lived in this unique boarding school for almost three years now. It was a kind of a last-attempt place society sent their most troublesome, the most sexually deviant young men to be disciplined and corrected so they could then live normal lives. Jack had earned the ability to wear a shirt again, which he did with great pride. He felt proud to have made adjustments to his behavior, thoughts, and actions, and was ahead of schedule to graduate.
He had even earned himself a special little kind of promotion, in where he was now asked to hold the arms of the boys receiving spankings over the same pommel horse he’d been bent over himself many, many times. Still, when that paddle came down on the asses of those wayward lads, Jack still flinched upon impact. It wasn’t so far out of memory that he’d forgotten the sting of correction.
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Text is fictional.
Garrison had heard rumors about this car mechanic place down the road, about the sort of things they did to their staff. The local tech school often sent boys there to learn some hands on skills – but only their most troublesome boys. Garrison balked when he found out he was one of them and he’d be sent there, but with his grades and prospects no one else would take him. He figured it couldn’t be that bad…
When he went to sign the liability papers, he didn’t really read them, or heed their warnings about punishments when staff misbehave. He thought it was a bluff, and it was too wordy anyway. Two weeks later, when Garrison accidentally drained a customer’s engine oil all over the floor, he was called into the boss’s office. He protested severely when he discovered his punishment was a spanking – a spanking! at his age! but his boss brought out the paperwork and Gary knew he was screwed.
He was given the choice of receiving 50 with his pants on with a big, evil looking paddle or 25 with his pants off barehanded… the choice was obvious, but it was still humiliating to strip in front of his boss, who was easily twice his age and leered at his penis when his underwear came off. He put Garrison over his lap – and that’s when Garrison saw his supervisor open the door to the office so the entire car repair floor could see his bare ass and balls getting spanked. He protested and squirmed, but his boss was surprisingly strong and Gary couldn’t escape. His cries turned to light sobs and protests as his bottom began to glow.
What was more horrifying was that his cock was hardening from rubbing on his boss’s slacks. By the time it was over, he’d leaked pre-cum all over him.
“Alright, we’re done now. Good boy. You were a bit noisy but you took it very well. I’m proud of you. Are you going to make that mistake again?”
“N-n-no,” Gary hiccuped, his face all red.
“Good boy, you’re a fast learner too.”
He was allowed to stand up and get dressed. When the other boys who had been there a while gave him looks of sympathy when he went back out onto the floor, Garrison realized it was likely not going to be his first spanking… but there was nothing he could do, not if he wanted to have a career in this town.
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Post is fictional.
Badgroveboy doing some corner time after a harsh but well contained spanking.
Aww what did you do boy? I hope you got at hug at least afterwards.
Even though he is a slave and he lives to serve and serves to live, his Master cannot help but cuddle and hold him after punishment. He whispers reassuring things in his ear and kisses his neck while soothing the heat coming off his boy’s ass. His cries were just too sweet, his body too raw. He needs his Master’s touch, and his Master could not ignore him.
*blush*
ok, i cant believe im posting this, but daddy says i have to :C *pout*
im sorry and i promise not to do it again 🙂
This is totally not my kink or my fetish or in the range of normal things I post, but there’s something about their chemistry together that is in intriguing.
(Source: http://littlebabygish.tumblr.com/)
“Beautiful, boy… your ass on display for a spanking. If your cock and balls get in the way by accident, you’ll just have to deal with it. Well, if you let go of your ankles, it won’t be an accident. Now, count out loud with me.”
I groaned as I saw the number on my phone. “Hello Officer Henderson. What did Jimmy do this time?”
“He was teasing the cocksluts on Maarten Avenue and throwing water balloons at them.”
My face goes red, “This is the fifth time he’s been in trouble! I could tolerate the graffiti, but then pissing on sex store windows, stealing porno videos….The fines didn’t phase him, a night jail didn’t do anything…what are we gonna do with Jimmy, Officer?”
“Weeeeell,” he says, “I’m thinking that boy needs a good hard spanking then made to stand in the corner so everyone else in the office can see his red ass.”
“An old-fashioned punishment! I think that just might work. I haven’t been able to spank him in a long time since he’s a lot stronger than me now. Do record it for me will you?”
“Of course. As Jimmy’s father, you can have as many copies as you want.”
“Thank you Officer.”
Jimmy was all spit and fire and puffed up bravado as the cop led him into the back room. Another cop came in and helped get Jimmy over Officer Henderson’s lap.
“Hey…hey what are you doing? Let me go! Get these handcuffs off me! This is harassment!”
“No Jimmy, this is punishment. You’re going to learn your lesson before you end up on the sex offender list or in prison. Officer Kubrick, remove his pants.”
Jimmy put up a good fight, but was no match for a brick wall of a cop used to wrestling men high on PCP into his car. Soon Jimmy was naked from the waist down, his cock pressed into Henderson’s lap. Officer Kubrick threw the pants over a chair, hit the record button on the VCR, and left.
“What are you going to do to me? This is illegal! Help, rape! Rape!”
“Shut up Jimmy, this is just a spanking.” Henderson brought an open palm hand down on the back of his ass.
“Ow! Stop! You can’t spank me! I’m an adult! Let me go!”
He got two more slaps in each cheek. By number 7 the threats had stopped; he was wiggling and trying hard to escape, “Please stop! No more no more! It hurts!”
“Oh not so brave now are you? Can’t even take a spanking like a man? You’re getting 20 and you are going to take it.”
Officer Henderson was delighted to hear a whimper. By 12, Jimmy was tearfully trying to bargain with his captor to stop if he’d be good. Henderson didn’t stop though, he was relentless in driving home a hard-learned lesson. Crack!
“Ow!” he yelped.
Crack!
“OOoooww!” he wailed.
Crack! This one was on the back of his thighs.
Jimmy’s body shuddered and he began to cry, humiliated to have been broken down so quickly.
Office Henderson massaged his glowing ass, proud of his work. Pink was a nice color on his pale skin.
“Sshh shh… it’s alright, Jimmy. Just means the punishment is working. Good boy. You got five more left.”
“Please no more!” he sobbed, struggling against the handcuffs.
“You still have five more. Just relax.”
Officer Henderson delivered the rest of the spanking with punctuated precision: two on his upper posterior, two right on tender flesh, and one full smack across both cheeks. Jimmy’s body and legs jerked and danced in reaction to each strike. He was keening like a dying wolf at the end of it.
“Oh don’t be such a baby. You’re all done. You’re ass is nice and hot, but you took it. You’re a good boy now aren’t you?”
Jimmy didn’t answer, his chest just heaved.
Officer Kubrick came back in the room and pulled Jimmy up by the handcuffs. “Well, look at that. Nice and pliable now. Ehe boy your face is red as your ass.” As the Officer grabbed JImmy’s pants, he nodded in approval at his fellow cop.
Office Henderson shook his hand with a wince, “Man I need to get some ice on this thing.” He was about to stand up when he noticed a milky white spot on his pants. “Is that… ” he glanced up at his captive who was sporting half an erection. “Oh Jimmy, that must have been so humiliating for you.”
Jimmy refused to look at him, still sniffling, snot under his nose, “I hate you.”
“Good, that means you won’t want to come back here any time soon! Take him to a holding cell so we can keep an eye on him from the office, and call his dad to come pick him up.”
Office Kubrick nodded and dragged the boy back into the public space. Office Henderson watched him go then went to go find some ice for his stinging hand. Sometimes the best route for a boy’s re-education is painful for both.