College Boy Jason Part One.
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I met him at a club, he was as cute as a button, lovely angelic face, sparkling blue eyes and buns like two eggs in a hankerchief - a sight to behold, to treasure, this was one boy I just had to get to know. Age? Well if I was into guessing I would say no more than 20, if that!
I sat down beside him at the bar and started a conversation, he was a college student studying some kind of maths course and I soon got bored with the details of statistics, I mean who could have guessed it could be so interesting! After 20 minutes of mean, median and mode I just had to change the topic of conversation!
Soon I learned his name 'Jason, hmmm nice I thought, and I loved his voice too, still I was more interested in those two beauties filling the seat of his nice tight levi jeans. My mind began to wander, wondering if he was wearing boxers or briefs, wishing I had the answer and equally wishing I could rub my hand gently over his taught young backside, well gently at first anyway, he looked a perfect fit for my lap, not just sitting in it of course.
He wasnt local and stayed a few states away. By now we were chatting quite amicably and I ordered up a couple more drinks for us. I began to learn more about this cutie, his aspirations and career intentions and also that he was presently looking for accomodation as his tennantship ran out at the end of the month. Again my mind wandered to his most attractive features and I wondered what they looked like nice and bare, in a position most suited to this boy, one I just knew he needed to be in. Sometimes you just know when a boy need to be there, this one certainly did and badly.
My mind stepped up a gear, I had a spare room, lived near the college, but … what was he really like? would I be asking for trouble? Would he even consider it? Before I knew what I was doing I told him I had a spare room and that I was thinking of renting, would he be interested?
He stared at me for a few seconds before smiling and saying 'yea, when can I look'. So we agreed te next afternoon and 4pm and here he was sitting in my lounge sipping coffee. I had already showed him the room and now it was time to talk. It was business talk and I knew he was thinking about the rent, of course I was thinking of something entierly different and today he was super good looking in a pair of red shorts and white T Shirt, he looked even better than before, and those buns, wowwwww, those buns looked so damned hot!
He was over my lap, shorts and white briefs down, his tanned legs kicking in the air as I brought my hand down with a very satisfying slap, a nice red imprint of my hand emerged on his simply gorgeous little bottom. I raised my hand again and looked down at the sight over my lap, how simply wonderfull and after his afternoon spanking he was going to do some well needed corner time.
I was starteled out of my day dream, by his voice asking about the rent. I looked up at him and smiled … it was time to discuss terms, well my terms really. As I looked at him, all I saw was a boy who needed education and discipline and a boy I was going to make sure got it.
Time for business …
To Be Continued
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College Boy Jason Part OTwo.
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I looked at him closely, noting the handsome features of his face, his hair wasnt blonde, more like golden brown, not the preppy type I usually like but still appealing, short and spiked up with Gel. Cute in fact. Jason's eyes though were to me wonderfull, they were blue, almost sea blue and twinkling - wonderfull!
I turned my attention reluctantly to the present conversation and his question, I knew what I wanted and it certainly wasnt rent. I began asking him about his present finances and found out he worked part time at a store to pay for his current rent, you know weekends and a couple of evenings. I knew a lot of college kids had to do this but this wasnt the way for Jason - nope not gonna continue.
I simply said, 'rent is free'.
Puzzlement waved over his face, he had heard my words but couldnt comprehend what I meant. I would have to explain my plan to this delicious young man.
So I began to outline what my intentions were.
Firstly, I wanted him to think of me as a friend and mentor, not his landlord. In exchange for the room he would do some chores around the house and be subject to my rules.
His smile started to return and as I expected (and I suspect all young men of his age would), he asked about the 'rules', this was going to be the key point in our discussion and I hoped our upcoming living arrangement. Of course it was also going to be the subject of many a lesson learned by Jason while he was over my lap - A vision I truly couldnt wait to make a reality.
The rules are simple, you do your chores on time, you study hard, clean your room daily, esnure laundry is placed in the hamper each morning and be in bed at a reasonable time.
His smile dropped and he actually gauped at me, his voice rising an Octive, he said 'I would have a curfew?'
I smiled and looking at him straight in the eyes I replied 'of course you would'. Then very patiently and slowly I explained the virtue of a college boy Studying hard getting at least 8hrs sleep on School nights. Fridays and Saturdays of course he could stay up later, midnight if he chose and as long as agreed in advance even later.
'But I am not a boy' he stated rather predictibly.
You are Jason and you are at school. I am offering simply to help you. You will have free lodgings here and all I am asking in return is you do some chores and abide by some very simple rules, these are rules most boys your age have in place by their parents.
Consider me as a mentor or father figure.
His face had went slightly red, I smiled and inwardly thought how nice it would be if his bottom was the same colour as his face right now, no perhaps a little redder, that would be much more satisfying. A little colour to the nether cheeks never hurt anyone, as long of course as you are not the reciepient.
I waited patiently for him to respond. I said nothing.
Only a few minutes had passed when he decided to talk, though I am sure to Jason it felt much longer, then the next predicted statement from his lips came out.
'What happens if I break the rules'
Well that rather depends on which rule you break and by how much but I would discipline you, just like a father would. You may be grounded, sent to bed early, do corner time or spanked.
His face went even reder now as he digested what I had just said. I could almost hear the cogs in his head weighing up the advantages and disadvantasges and I knew the word 'Spanked' had really got his attention. I already knew what was coming next, well lets say I knew and again (as with all boys) he began the futile effort of negotiation.
As his mouth opened, I put up a hand to silence him. Then I made one statement 'No discussion, this is non negotiable'. You either accept the offer or you move on.
Again I waited.
He stood there, shifting his feet from time to time. I think he expected me to say something more but of course I didnt. I knew only fine too well that this lovely boy was in a bit of a quandry. On one hand he had the opportunity to succeed in his studies without the hinderence of work and on the other hand it meant submiting to punishment if he broke the rules. I was sure he had never been spanked before, a pity but that would soon change, (if he accepeted).
While I waited my mind began to wander and I was aware that my own heart rate had increased. I really did want Jason to accept my offer. It would sure help him with School and of course offer up the chance to colour his bottom nice and red when ever it was needed. I had a feeling it would be needed regularly and I was more than up for such a task. The very thought of this cute boy laying accross my lap, riding my thigh as I turned his cute little bottom a nice shade of red, turned me on. It would be my pleasure, it would be a real pleasure, even an honour to give this boy his very first bare bottom spanking - one of many.
Still I waited …
And Waited …
Until Finally … 'I accept' he said, still rather red faced but with a hint of a smile.
I grinned happily, everything was going to be fine.
To Be Continued.
College Boy Jason Part Three.
I stood up and gave Jason a fatherly hug, like his spankingings to come it would be the first of many.
The only thing left was to get the boy moved into his new home. We made arangements, I would pick him up at his rented apartment tommorow afternoon.
That night was filled with pleasure for me, I just couldnt get the boy out of my mind, I knew I was going to be his daddy and the morning just couldnt come quick enough. I kept seeing his firm young behind in those cute little shorts of his, I mean for goodness sakes, you could even see the outline of his briefs - now I ask you who wouldnt be pleased?
The next morning I was very cheerfull and spent my time preparing for Jason's arrival. His room was all set, I had emptied the closet in preperation for his clothes and given the room a very good cleaning, it was spotless and this was how it would remain, or someone would have a warm bottom indeed.
There was a desk and chair for him to study. Both were good, especially his chair. I had a feeling I would occupy the chair as much as Jason would, while he studied the rug in a position he would find himself frequently in.
The final touch was to set a nice solid wooden hairbrush on his dresser and a notebook which contained his chores and rules, he would have to learn them quickly.
Eveything was ready, all that was missing was Jason, and I had two whole hours to kill .. agony!
Eventually though the clock chimed the second hour and picked up my jacket and left the house.
Jason was waiting for me by the sidewalk, he carried his belongings in two suitcases and a carry bag. That was fine by me. In all fairness I had half expected to fill half the car up with junk that typical boys collect, so this was a real relief.
We drove and I found it suprisingly easy to chat with him, the uneasy silence didnt happen. This was a good start.
Soon I was backing into the drive, and we began the task of getting him settled into his new home. It didnt take long and within an hour we were both sitting enjoying a soda.
While we unpacked his belongings, he had spotted the book and had started to flip through it, when he spotted the hairbrush his face had amusingly flushed, he knew it was his brush and what it was there for. I almost laughed out loud but managed to control myself - but only just!
It was now early evening and I sensed he was both tired and overwhelmed so I asked him to go to his room and have a nap. I would call him when dinner was ready. He almost began to protest but wisely decided against it, when I raised my eyebrows, and instead headed for his room, a slight pout on his face. Cute I thought but boys that pout in this house get a nice long spanking on their bare bottoms. Still it was his first night here and I hadnt intended on spanking him so soon, so I let it slip .. for now. I had plenty of time to acquainted with the boys bottom and he would soon feel a mans hand doing just that. I could wait.
It turned out Jason really did need a spanking and much sooner than I expected! Of course as his new dad, it was my duty and responsobility to oblige. That night Jason got his bare bottom warmed, well warmed and I enjoyed every minute of it.
Here is how it happened.
To be continued in part 4
I waited for around an hour before preparing dinner, nothing fancy, a couple of steaks and baked potatos.
I didnt hear a peep from Jasons room, he had wisely decided to take his nap and he needed it. He would learn Dad knows best.
After setting the table, I gave Jason a shout, and a few minutes later he entered the dining room, rubbing his eyes. He did need that nap!
He was really cute you know, and I simply loved looking at his bottom, my hand itched to get hold of it. My lap felt empty when I sat down. Jason would soon be benefiting from my lap which he would find very comoforting to sit in and I suspected he would still find some comfort when he was over it, even though his bottom would be hot.
After dinner we sat down and I began to go over his chores and rules with him. He didnt object, simply raised an eyebrow here and there and went a little red whenever I mentioned the word 'punishment' which admitingly was frequent. There would be no misunderstandings from the start. The reder his face flushed the cuter he looked, just a young man in need of guidence and discipline.
Our chat soon changed direction and we talked about his school work, family and general likes and dislikes. He was a very good conversationalist and soon I had learned everything I needed to know, it was late. Looking at the clock I told Jason it was bed time now. He didnt even object and suprised me by giving me a hug, thanking me for having him.
I dont think my grin could have been any larger, I was very happy, this was something I sensed we both needed.
I usually stay up late, so settled down to read a book before retiring myself. An hour later I heard something concerning, it sounded like Jason was crying, it cant be can it?
Concerned and worried I got up and went to his room, the poor baby was laying on his side awake but quietly sobbing away. I went to the bed, sat down and began to rub his back asking him what was wrong. After a few minutes he turned round and looked at me with his lovely eyes now as red as his face had flushed earlier. I knew instantly, he was feeling over whelmed and something was worrying him.
I took him in my arms and lifted him gently onto my lap, continnuing to rub his back and soothe him. He felt good in my lap, almost as if he belonged there. It took a good twenty minutes to calm him down before he looked at me and asked 'What does a spanking feel like'?
I almost cried myself, I couldnt belive I had done this to my baby boy. I should have known he needed spanked, needed that first session over my lap. I had let him down. It would never happen again.
Looking at him, I kissed his forehead before lifting him up off my lap. Taking his hand in mine, I led Jason to the lounge. I sat down on the large sofa and planted him sideways in my lap. Holding him tightly we stayed that way for over an hour, A dad holding and comforting his boy. He relaxed, I felt the tension leave him. This was right, this was the way it was meant to be.
I wanted to stay like that with him but I knew I couldnt, Jason and I had some Dad to Son bonding that simply couldnt wait any longer. I kissed his forehead and simply said 'Okay son, its time for your spanking'.
Jason looked at me and nodded. It was now time for my baby to get his fist spanking. To go over his Dads knees for the fist time and certainly not the last. Jason simply needed a good sound bare bottom spanking and he needed it now, and that is exactly what I gave him.
To be continued - Next Chapter - Jason's First Spanking.
College Boy Jason Part Five.
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This is a work of pure fiction any reference to names or characters are purly coincidence.
Chapter Five - Jason's First Spanking.
I lifted Jason up from my lap and he stood in front of me with his head slightly bowed, seeming more intereted in the carpet. He looked hot, I mean real hot! His face was flushed now, and I knew he was feeling some embaressment as well as excitement of what was about to happen to him. His excitement was rather obvious.
I was in no hurry either to get his first spanking started and most certainly not to finish it, this was going to take time, this was my boys first bottom warming and I was going to ensure it was his most memorable one by far, for sure there would be plently more, his cute little butt would be up, out and ready, nicely draped accross my lap anytime I saw fit, and that would be often. Jason as cute as he was, and damn he was cute! needed discipline and that meant spankings.
He was ready! Standing there is only his shorts, shorts that had to come down to reveal his buns. I am a steady believer in starting as I mean to go on, my initial reaction was to peel down those shorts right away and get my boy naked over my knees. It wasnt for any other reason other than my own pleasure I decided to let him keep them for a while longer, it would be interesting to warm him up over his shorts then slowly peel them down to his knees. I wanted to see his legs kicking in the air while I tended to his bare bottom, his shorts hampering his wriggling and moving.
This spanking had to be hard, it wasnt really a punishment one but it had to be felt, he needed to know the concequences of being a naughty boy. I had two choices, put him over my knees on the sofa or get out the punishment chair. It had to be the chair, in time he would learn the comfort of my knees and hand on the sofa, but only when he had been very very good. Jason was a naughty boy and his new Daddy was going to tan his backside but good.
Just this once I fetched the chair myself, in future Jason would be fullfilling this role. Placing the chair nicely in the middle of the room, I was ready to begin. I walked over to him, he was still looking at the floor, he knew though what I had been doing and knew damned well what the chair was for too. Lifting his chin I looked him straight in the eyes and said 'Its Time Son, Its Time For Your Spanking'.
He blinked but said nothing, I wasted no more time and took my young charge by the ear, though gently and lead him over to the waiting chair, the spanking chair he would soon become familiar with. Releasing him by the ear, I sat down and led him accross my lap. I took my time and adjusted his bottom so that it was correctly presented to my liking, well up and ready. I placed my hand on his seat and could feel the radiant warmth of his buttocks. My this was one very cute bottom, it cried out to be spanked. I began to spank, I spanked each cheek alternately, the slaps were not as hard as I could have made them but neither were they love taps. I knew Jason was feeling them though by the twitching and clenching of his bottom. I smiled the best was yet to come.
After a few minutes he began to moan a little as his seat began to get hotter, it was time to really focus on the job at hand. I spanked harder and faster. His moans became louder, his bottom got even hotter and his legs started to kick a little. Good he's starting to feel it, I smiled.
It took perhaps five minutes or so before he was pleading with me to stop, you know that kind of naughty boy pleading with promises of being good in the future. No Dice.
I stopped spanking and slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts cupping his buttock with my hand. Wow I said, nice and warm arent you Son? He replied very pleasingly ' Yes Dad, please stop I will be good for you'.
Well such a nice remark deserved my full attention and an equally nice explination. 'I'm sorry son, you need this spanking and you need it good, its time to tend to your bare bottom now'
Of course he moaned and protested as I slowly went to the waistband of his shorts taking my time peeling them down to his knees, exposing two beautifull mounds, two lovely rosey red mounds.
Now my boy would feel a real spanking.
He did.
I began, a proper spanking, each slap was measured and hard. I spanked at a good pace, two slaps to each cheek and then three in the middle. I spanked every inch of his bottom turning it into a lovely shade of red, Jason's bottom looked good in red if you ask me!. Paticular attention was paid to his sit spot which I spanked with earnest.
Jason took it well, sure he kicked and pleaded, he moaned and towards the end he even sobbed a little. The sobbing was not out of pain though, no this was the emotional effect of a boy who simply needed discipline, needed spanking, needed a Dad and found one.
After his spanking, we sat on the Sofa, Jason in my lap with a very red bottom. We must had sat there for over an hour. I hugged him, soothed him and comforted him. Jason held onto me tightly.
When I eventually carried him to bed, he looked up at me and said the nicest words to my ears 'Thank You Dad'.
Jasons first spanking was over but more importantly he realised now what a spanking was all about, he realised it was not all about a sore bottom, it was about loving caring discipline ..
To Be Continued - Next Chapter: 'A Regular Spanking For Jason'
JJ
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