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That handprint on his butt tells you he’s been a naughty boy.

“Come on no one’s looking!”
Dean was a terribly naughty boy. He had the prettiest, cutest little cock for miles around and he knew it. He played with it all the time, even in the backyard, when the neighbors could hear. His dad would give him a spanking for misbehaving, or neglecting his chores, but it would turn him on even more and so he’d come next door looking for me. He’d sashay over, nibbling on his thumb, the tip of his cock peeking out of his underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He also knew it put me in heat like nothing else to jerk off his underwear and see a fresh red handprint on his ass. I would tease him by tapping my dick against his buttcheek and he’d just moan anyway, just because a man was paying attention to him. When I was properly dripping, I’d lube him up good and just slam it home. Dean loved it hard, he loved his prostate being hammered relentlessly, he liked to feel the cool air against his wet cock as it bobbed between his legs. My favorite position was just to stand there buried in him as I shot my load in him, our bodies pressed flushed together, sweating together.

My favorite memories of those summers aren’t school football games, sneaking out to be with girls, drinking too hard at underage parties… no, most of those favorite memories are of fucking Dean against the wall of his parent’s house and holding his spasming cock as we came together. He was such a loud little thing too.

I know, I know what you’re saying, that was horny and dumb and I took advantage of him. I think I was protecting him, really, there was no shortage of rougher bigger men that would have wrecked his pussy before he was 25. By claiming him, and being the source of what he needed, I gave him a wonderful youth of debauchery and hedonism.

Even though we don’t live anywhere near eachother now, sometimes I still think when I get the mail, I’ll look up and see Dean walking up to me…straining in his underwear, and nibbling on thumb.

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“I can’t believe you sold him to Master Eaton!” I cried.
“Well, don’t blame me, his application was sitting on his desk and he wanted full price for that scrawny little welp. Full price!”
“You didn’t check Master Eaton’s record?”
“Well, his membership was reinstated in 2013, I thought that was good enough…”
I shook my head, wanting to smack him. “No you dolt, he’s under investigation by the police right now for abuse against his last slave. You don’t know what he does to boys – his reputation… you have to cancel the sale.”
“That sounds like a lot of heresay, if you ask me,” he folded his arms.
“Take a good look at Master Easton’s record, you’ll see, he’s going to destroy that boy! Do you really want to be responsible for that?”
I was pleased to see him hesitate. “I…I made the best decision with all the data available.”
“Oh come on, Master Kendrick. Work with me here. I found the welp a nice Master in New Hampshire, lives in the mountains on a beautiful property. They have horses, and there’s two other boys and a girl there. It’s a much better place for him… he’ll grow into a man in service there.”

We both heard a popping sound and looked over at the boy.
“Where did he get gum…?” Master Kendrick wondered.
He chewed the gum and sighed dramatically, “When are we going to play? I’m bored.”

Master Kendrick looks at me. “See, Master Eaton would straighten that attitude out.”
“Yeah and murder him in the process!” I insisted.
“He hasn’t murdered anyone!”

Another pop. We both look at the boy expectantly. He raised an eyebrow. “How about you two just stop arguing and spank me?”
“Oh that’s not a bad idea,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m for that.”
“You get the paddle? I’ll get the oil.”
“Ooo I have a new one I want to try out…”

He just shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Masters. Pfft.”

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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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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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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.

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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.

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Josef’s Master loves His boy a great deal, but His carpel tunnel syndrome prevents Him from administrating punishment deemed necessary when Josef screws up. So, he takes him to the most reputable belter in the city. Some of the richer clients prefer to have their slaves sent here once a month just to keep them in line, allow Them to keep some distance between pleasure and the dirty work.

This isn’t Josef’s first time here or his first spanking. The man with the belt always hides his face, but Josef makes it a priority to look him straight in the eye. It’s not because he wants to know when the strikes are coming, but because he wants that man to know he’s not afraid of him. Why should be be afraid of what’s best for him? Even his Master is kind enough to keep him hydrated and have His other boy pet his hair reassuringly during the ordeal. Josef feels more of a man that he can take the beating with only muffled noises and without tears. He even says “good bye” to the administrator of his pain, polite and friendly.

The other Masters wonder what the secret is to His boy’s training…they all try to sculpt their boys to such high standards of pride and joy.