Timothy's Summer School Chp 7

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WARNING:  This entry contains male/male spanking.  I know, for some of you, this is not your cup of tea.    Feel free to skip this one and move on to the Next Chapter.  See my note for my reasons for writing it.


Timothy was bored.  Ms Johnson had left for a couple days.  David was still staying at the house, but had to run out on an errand before Timothy woke up that morning.  Megan, of course, was off on vacation.  He puttered around the house for a while, and then decided to hop on his bike and go exploring.

Time got away from him.  It was well after dark before he even thought about heading back to the house.  He walked in to see David on the phone.

"Oh, thank goodness.  He just walked in.  I'll call you back."  David hung up the phone.  "Where in God's name have you been?"

"I just went exploring.  No big deal."  Timothy responded.

"No note?  No explanation? Your parents left you in Ms. Johnson's care, and she left you in mine.  You don't think that was a bit irresponsible?"  David was very clearly relieved to see that Timothy was OK, but there was a rising anger in his voice that Timothy was not sure what to make of.

"I didn't think I needed to.  I'm going to go to bed."

"You better watch the mouth, sport.  Ms. Johnson isn't the only one in this house who knows how to keep you in line."  David looked at Timothy seriously, as if to convince him that he was not joking.  The message didn't get through, and Timothy looked away.

"Timothy.  You apologize right now, or else we are going up those stairs and I am going to put you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a month."

Those words caught Timothy's complete attention.  He paused and looked back at David.

"Now listen, sport," David said seriously "I know you and Sarah play these games, and you know I support that.  But I need you to understand a couple things.  If you push me....if you and I need to go up those stairs....we will not be playing a game.  And I promise you that I won't need any of Ms. Johnson's toys to make sure you sleep on your stomach for the next couple days.  Do you understand me?"

Over the next couple months, Timothy replayed the next few seconds in his mind over and over again.  He honestly couldn't decide what he had been thinking.  Maybe he didn't believe David.  Maybe he was just feeling rebellious.  Maybe, he sometimes admitted to himself, he was curious as to how different it would be.  But, for whatever reason, Timothy looked David dead in the eye, then turned his back to him and started to walk away.

He didn't get very far.

"That does it," David thundered, grabbing Timothy by the arm.  "I don't know if you want this, but you sure are asking for it."  He practically dragged Timothy up the stairs.  Timothy tried as hard as he could to resist...to pull David's iron grip off his arm, but it was of no use.  David threw him into his bedroom, then followed and shut the door behind him. "I would give you that old line about how this will hurt me more than it hurts you, but, frankly.... that would not be true at all."  David rolled up his  right sleeve.

Timothy was terrified.  He knew he had gotten himself in serious trouble, and he was trying to figure a way out.  David grabbed his upper arm again and led him to the bed.

"I know you know the drill here.  Either you get those pants off or I will.  And trust me when I say you won't like that."  At last, Timothy's self preservation instinct kicked in.  He lowered his pants slowly.  "I said off. Now. Underwear too.  Then fold them and place them on the bed."

Timothy did as he was told.  David sat down heavily on the bed and guided Timothy to his right side. Timothy was still struggling half-heartedly, but he could tell that it would be of no use. David effortlessly pulled him across his knee and adjusted so that Timothy's chest and legs were resting on the bed.

Usually, when Timothy played spanking games with Megan or Ms. Johnson, there was a momentary pause...a delicious anticipation before the spanking started.  That was not the case here.  David's heavy hand smacked down onto Timothy's bare bottom almost immediately.  After that first spank, Timothy realized just how much trouble he was in.

David did not hold back.  At all.  He was very strong, and was using that strength to make sure Timothy got his message. His palm was so huge that each slap covered both cheeks, and there was no momentary relief as there was with the ladies' smaller hands.  Again and again that hand heavily slapped down, with the regularity of a metronome.  Timothy's eyes screwed shut against the pain.  He was determined not to cry out....to show David that it didn't hurt and that he could handle it.

That determination lasted about ten seconds.  David spanked him steadily, without pause, and each smack of David's hand hurt far, far worse than one from any of the implements wielded by the ladies. Timothy felt the shock of each impact all the way through to his stomach.  The building, burning heat in his bottom grew steadily.  Tears burst through his squeezed-shut eyelids, and he screamed out in fear and pain.

"AAAWWWW WAHHH AHHHH AHHHHHHH"

Even when he cried...even when he bawled...when either of the ladies was spanking him, there was  still a voluntary submission to the punishment.  This was different.  There was literally nothing Timothy could do to stop the spanking from continuing.  He writhed his bottom and kicked his legs, and David effortlessly held him in place.  David was in complete control, and could spank Timothy for as long as he wanted. His hand crashed down again and again without pause or change in rhythm, and Timothy felt like his bottom was on fire.

“WAAAAAAAAAHHHHAHHHHHHHHHAHHH”. Timothy was literally crying like a baby.  There were no words, no protestations or promises.  He just cried and cried as he kicked his feet and pounded his fists on the bed.  And David kept spanking him without pause, his hand beating a steady rhythm on Timothy’s already scarlet cheeks.  Timothy was certain that it would never stop.  That he would never stop crying from the searing pain in his bottom.

“I warned you, sport.  You are not going to enjoy this one bit."  David continued his relentless assault on Timothy's backside.  Timothy's bottom was on fire, and every smack felt like it was delivered with all of the considerable force David could muster.  Timothy's wails filled the room, and it was only after several seconds had passed that he realized that the punishment had stopped.

"Ok, sport.  I'm going to give you a couple minutes in the corner to compose yourself.  Then we can talk about how your behavior is going to improve."  He helped Timothy to his feet.

Timothy didn't wait.  He immediately dashed for the door.  He wasn't sure what he was hoping to do...to get away, to find Ms. Johnson, to hide...he just knew he wanted to leave the room.  Unfortunately, David got to the door just as Timothy did, and reached his arm over Timothy's shoulder to block the exit.

"Looks like we'll start with obedience."  David seized Timothy by the shoulder.  He knelt on one knee and bent Timothy back across his other.  He pulled Timothy's arm behind his back and started the spanking again as if he had never stopped.  The heavy, hard spanks on Timothy's already scorched bottom were awful, like nothing Timothy had ever felt.  And the total powerlessness...the knowledge that this spanking was utterly out of his control, reduced Timothy again to childish wailing. His free fist beat on the hardwood floor in an attempt to ease the burning, building pain in his bottom, and David kept bringing his huge, hard palm crashing down.

And then it stopped again.  David stood, and Timothy tumbled into a heap on the ground.

"Stand up."

Timothy huddled on the ground.

"Now.  Or we'll start again."

Timothy hurried to obey.  He stood and looked at his feet, refusing to meet David's eyes.  He was still crying so badly that he was hiccupping.

"Get yourself into that corner and stay there.  If you move an inch, we just might have to find out what I can do with Ms. Johnson's belt."

Timothy limped to the corner.

David nodded.  "You stay there until you've calmed down.  Then you can come downstairs and we'll discuss a few expectations for your behavior."  He left the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

Timothy tried to catch his breath. His bottom HURT. SO. MUCH.  He craned his neck over his shoulder to look at it.  He had obviously seen what it looked like after a spanking but, again, this was different.  It was dark, dark red with purple blotches, and there were obvious bruises starting to form around the edges of each cheek.  He was sure he would never sit again.  He put his elbows in the wall and sobbed into his arms.

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