Ben Soul Part 2

After letting Ben and Bryce spend the night together in my office, Ben seemed to relax a bit. I was more careful when I talked to him, and I made a point of meeting and talking to his parents. While I couldn’t find a specific reason to cause it, I became more and more convinced that he was less a budding pedophile, than simply someone who was very shy, insecure, and unsure of himself. That kind of thing is often a symptom of abuse, but his parents were still married, had never been separated, and both of them assured me that they didn’t know of anything like that. Since Ben didn’t seem to be suffering abuse at that time, I tended to believe them. Which isn’t to say that one of them hadn’t been a drunk before or something, but conjecture doesn’t really go very far.

So, rather than worrying about why he acted that way, I worked to help him open up a bit. I introduced him separately to Cameron and Kevin and got them to spend a little time together. After all, if Ben was friends with Ryan, and Ryan was friends with those two, then they should have had something in common with Ben. It worked some. After Ben became comfortable with them, he started to hang around with Ryan more, even when one of them was over. He still wasn’t comfortable around new people or a group of people, but he seemed to settle down and open up a bit.

That’s not always a good thing.

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It must have been in early December, because I remember it was after Thanksgiving, but the kids weren’t out for Christmas yet. It was a school day, and Cam and Ben were both having dinner with us. The boys were in the sun room playing some game with Superballs (those round rubber balls you get from gum machines). The problem was, they were driving me crazy. I suppose it was one of those days that I had a slight headache. I asked the boys to keep it down. I told the boys to keep it down. It didn’t stop them.

"All right, you three," I said stepping into the sun room for the third time. "Who wants a spanking."

They’d all stopped when I walked in. They knew they were either close to or over the line. Ryan had made plenty of trips there and Ben had taken one of his own, but Cameron had never been over my lap, and I’m not sure if he or Ben was more worried about the idea. They were both looking very nervous as I continued.

"I’ve told you boys that I’m not feeling real good. I tried asking nicely. I tried telling. Now I’m threatening. If I hear one more ball bounce, just one time, someone’s getting a spanking. Does everyone understand me?"

Three very nervous looking boys nodded, and there was a murmur of ‘yes, sir’. I stared for a minute, then turned to finish dinner. I didn’t get two steps before a ball bounced.

I spun. Two of the boys had stunned, shocked, surprised looks on their faces. One’s face was just as shocked, but had a bit of guilt in the mix.

"Do you want to explain to me why you did that after what I just told you?"

Ben looked at me. His eyes were wide. He knew he’d just jumped over the line with both feet. He stood there not knowing what to say. Not knowing if there was anything he could say at this point.

"Ryan, would you watch dinner for me? Cam, do you mind setting the table?"

I got two quick affirmatives, then turned to Ben.

"I think you and I have something to take care of. Let’s go to my office," I said, pointing the way, rather unnecessarily. His eyes were shiny with unshed tears as he stepped past me. He moved slow, but didn’t resist as I placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him in that direction.

Once in my office, Ben was obviously tense, nearly shaking with his nervousness. I pulled the spanking chair out from my writing desk and turned it to face the room. I sat down and motioned him towards me.

"Can you tell me why you did that?"

He looked helpless for a moment before shaking his head no.

"Did you think it was funny? Did you think you’d impress your friends?"

He nodded this time. It was one of those things that must have seemed evident after it had been suggested. I wasn’t asking to torture him or confuse him, but because I wanted him to understand what had driven him.

"And did you think I was joking about spanking whoever did it?"

A sob broke his voice as he answered. "No."

I glanced down and saw that he was wearing only socks, so I told him, "Put your hands over your head." Ben obeyed me -- this time. I reached up from my seat and removed his glasses; folding them and putting them carefully behind me on the desk. He was wearing navy blue Dockers and a dark green hoodie. I took the hem of the hoodie, stood, and raised it over his head. It came off, revealing a rather small, strap undershirt, which had ridden up enough to reveal his belly. I placed the hoodie on the desk, smoothed his hair down and out of his face, then sat back down.

"You can put your hands on top of your head now."

He lowered them and watched carefully as I unfastened his fly. Probably the thing I like best about younger kids is, there pants have snaps instead of buttons. I lowered the zipper of Ben’s pants, then undid the snap. Though he wore them around his waist, the slacks were still pretty baggy, and they fell to his ankles as soon as I had them loose. I reached down to pull them loose as he stepped out of them. When the pants were on the desk with the hoodie, I looked up at him again.

"This isn’t the first time I’ve had to spank you, is it, Ben?"

"No, sir," he answered quietly and a bit nervously.

"Why did I have to spank you last time?"

"Because I taught Bryce how to suck peters."

"That’s almost right. I did it because you shouldn’t have been teaching him, because of his age. Right?" I paused for him to agree with me. "Did you like when Bryce sucked your peter?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Did you like sucking his?"

He nodded again, though he seemed a little embarrassed to admit it. When he looked away from me, I glanced down, and saw that someone had planted a little tent pole in his jockeys.

"And, because you’ve behaved since then, I’ve let you keep coming over here, and I’ve even let you and Bryce do that together again, haven’t I?"

A small smile crept onto his face with the memory, as he admitted it.

"But you made me a promise when that happened, Ben. Do you remember what it was?"

He looked unsure, so I reminded him. "Didn’t you promise me that, when you were over here, you were going to obey my rules and mind me?"

His confusion cleared up and he agreed, "Yes, sir."

"And I made you a promise to, Ben. Do you remember that?"

My earlier reminder must have clarified things for him, because he didn’t hesitate to answer this time. His eyes squinched a bit, his lower lip pouted out, and his chin began to quiver, as a tear rolled down his cheek, but he answered. "If I didn’t, you’d spank me."

I reached out and placed my hands on the side of his smooth, trim legs, running them up to the leg bands of his briefs, then sliding fingers inside, and pulling them down from the bottom. Instead of rolling them up, it left them just like they usually looked, but less full, as they slid down his legs. When the waistband reached his stiff little dickey, it pulled it down, making Ben flinch and pull his bottom away. When the waistband cleared, it popped the little thing up, making it bounce like a pink and white diving board. I stopped with the waistband just above the knees, and the seat bagging down below them.

After having watched him give and receive oral sex, you’d think that the boy wouldn’t be shy around me; but, I had to snap at him to get his hands back atop his head. He did it, but was blushing hard. I pretended to ignore the little stiffy and went on.

"Ben, I’m glad you’re getting along with other boys and are comfortable with more than just one friend at a time. However, you can’t do things to show off for them. They might appreciate it, but, if they’re real friends, they’ll like you anyway. The most important thing though is, they’re not the ones who’re going to get in trouble for it. I honestly thought about not spanking you, but I think it’s important that you get this. Not just because you need to learn to do things for yourself, but also because it wouldn’t be fair to your friends if you didn’t get punished when they would have, and that might make them angry at you. I don’t think either one of us wants that, do we?"

He shook his head reluctantly, wishing he could argue that letting him off would be just fine, but he was a smart and honest boy, whatever other flaws he might have. Then I turned and dug into the paddle drawer for a moment.

"This," I said, pulling an item out, "is what I’d paddle Ryan with." Going on another second, I dropped a second item on the desk. "This is what I’d paddle the twins with, and they’re about the same size as you."

I turned back to him before going on. "Bouncing a ball is not a big deal, Ben, and I don’t want you to think that’s why you’re about to get spanked. Why are you going to get spanked?"

He didn’t have to think about it. "Because I didn’t mind you?"

"That’s right. You made a bad choice, and now you’re going to get your naughty bottom spanked. Since you seem to need practice making choices, here's one for you: you see those two paddles?"

His attention snapped to them, and he reluctantly nodded.

"Here’s your choice: do you want me to give you a spanking with the little paddle, or do you want me to give you a hand spanking, then twelve licks with the bigger one?"

I’m sure he would have liked to tell me that he didn’t WANT either one, but he was either too smart or not brave enough. Either way, he contemplated them a moment before turning back to me.

"How many spanks will I get with the little one?"

"I don’t know, Ben. It’s a spanking."

"More than twelve?"

"A lot more than twelve. And, don’t forget, you’ll still get a hand spanking first, if you take the big one."

I paused for a moment and watched him, still flying that little boner, examining the paddles. After a half-minute ticked by, I interrupted him.

"Do you need some time in the corner to think it over?"

His attention snapped back to me, then he shook his head. "Your hand."

"You mean my hand and twelve swats with the big paddle, right?" He nodded. "Okay, but I’m going to use the big paddle because I want you to show me that you can control yourself. That means, when the spanking’s over, you’re going to stand up and bend over the seat of this chair, and you’re going to keep yourself in position while I give you the pops." His face tensed even more and I heard him sniff back the threatening tears. "If you stand up, I’ll have to put you back over my lap, and we’ll start the whole twelve over. Is that still what you want?"

His voice broke in a sob as he answered, "No."

"Okay then, let’s get you over my lap, so we can paddle that naughty bottom."

Ben winced at my words, but didn’t resist as I took him by his hips and moved him around to my side. The anticipation and discussion of the spanking had taken some of the stiffness from his little peter, but it wasn’t soft yet, either. It was very cute as I guided him across my lap.

Once he was in place, I brought my right heel up against the leg of the chair, then stretched my left leg out a bit, which caused his head to drop and lifted his bottom nicely for my attention. I rubbed his round, velvety soft cheeks with my hand for a minute, enjoying their coolness.

I reached behind me to pick up the paddle, then rubbed it lightly across first his left cheek, then the right, he was very tense at first, but the light rubbing helped him relax. I traced the edge of the paddle up his crack, causing him to shiver, but he tensed again, just a bit, when I laid the paddle across his bottom.

"I want you to understand that I’m not mad at you, Ben. As a matter of fact, I did something a lot like this when I was about your age. And I got paddled for it. You’re a very smart boy, and it’s a real shame when a boy like you gets in trouble because he just doesn’t think. You’ve got to start thinking before you do things. Understand me?"

His voice was already on the edge of breaking, from the tension and anticipation, but also maybe because he really felt bad about his disobeying me, when he answered, "Yes, si - OH!" he yelped as as the first swat landed there on the upper slope.

I knew that Ben wasn’t used to the long, slowly building spankings that I gave. He’d told me that he was rarely spanked at home, and when he was, it was a relatively short, but very hard spanking, usually with the belt these days. After the first smack, he took the next few quietly, as the swats traced down his little bottom. His rear wasn’t any bigger than the twins and, since he was less used to my style of spanking, even though he was older than them, I thought it would do for him to get the same thing they usually did.

Three down the middle, right over his crack, then four down each cheek, back and forth. Back to the center, then those sweet, slight little dimples on the side, then back to the crack. By the time his bottom was a deep rose, Ben had given up trying to be brave, and was crying by this point. I was taking my time, placing each swat firmly and carefully. Because he was so lean, I gave him three straight down each leg, rather than two on each side of each.

His crying got hard and loud as the paddle kissed his legs, but he was still trying to take it bravely. That changed when I started down his crack again. As the pattern repeated, caressing the already hot, stinging skin, his resistance broke - first he was begging through his sobs, pleading for me to stop, and then he began to bawl, hard and loud.

I ignored both. This was a boy for whom I thought I could learn to care deeply and like greatly. Yet he’d screwed up badly before and this kind of thoughtless disobedience wasn’t good either. Our last session had done a lot of good, and had straightened him out for a while, as well as allowing me to help him open up and become more comfortable with the other boys. It was very important, though, that he learned what happened when he didn’t mind, when he didn’t follow the rules - at least what happened to naughty boys in my house.

As I moved to the cheeks, he went from writhing and squirming to really fighting to get off my lap or to cover his bottom. I leaned forward a bit and wrapped my hand further around his waist, which also kept his hands from reaching his round little tush.

His bottom was a very deep red by the time I finished a second covering of it. He’d gone passed bawling, and was crying so hard he was even choking a bit. It got louder again as I moved back to the legs. Back and forth this time, again - a little lower, and a third time - lower yet, and he was howling and fighting. It took a minute after the swats ended for him to realize it. Then he collapsed across my lap. I let him lay there for a moment before the crying died away, gently rubbing his blazing bottom, letting the heat soak into my hand.

As he settled down, I began to lecture him. It wasn’t much, he was a smart boy. I simply pointed out the importance of following rules and, when that couldn’t be done, the need to accept the consequences. "Do you understand that, Ben?"

"Ye- ye- yes, sir" He managed to sob.

"Good, then let’s finish this up."

It took a second for that to sink in, then he cried out, "No!" as the paddle smacked right upon his left sit spot. His cry didn’t do any good though, as the paddle arose and hit the right side. It only took a second for him to be crying hard and loud once again.

"You will mind when you’re in this house, mister." The paddle popped left side and right again.

"You will," I said as the paddle smacked left again, "follow my rules if you want to hang out here." He cried his agreement as the paddle found the right spot again.

His bottom was deep red, but the sit spots were nearly crimson, and he was laying there, too sore to struggle, and crying just as loud and hard as he had been before, as I placed three more, rapid fire shots on each side.

I laid the paddle behind me and carefully helped him to sit up. He didn’t fight, didn’t resist, but was too sore to help. As I pulled him to me, he barely had the strength to wrap his arms around me, but he obviously needed loved, affection, and support right then.

I held Ben as he cried himself out on my shoulder. As he quieted, I let my hand run down his back and gently rub his bottom. Then I shifted him a bit so I could rub each cheek with one hand. They were hot and I knew that they had to be aching, but I loved the feel.

"I’m not going to put up with misbehavior, Ben. Do you understand me now?"

"Yes, sir, I sure do," he assured me, very emphatically.

"Good, because this is going to happen every time you don’t. If you want to misbehave, but don’t want to get spanked, you’ll have to not be in my house. I like you, Ben," I assured him, "but I’m not going to let you off easy because of that. Have we got a deal?"

He was looking into my eyes, very serious, and nodded.

"Good, and what happens when you don’t hold up your side?"

"I get my naughty bottom spanked?"

"You got it, mister. Now why don’t you hop up and get dressed?"

Ben carefully climbed to his feet and bent slowly to pick up the briefs that he’d kicked free. I turned to put the paddle away, but mostly just sat and watched the red-cheeked boy dress as carefully as he could. If it’d been one of my boys, I’d probably have left him bare a bit, or put him in the corner, but I was trying to make my point with him, without totally breaking his spirit.

Once Ben was dressed, I guided him to my bathroom, and watched while he got a drink, blew his nose, and washed his face. Then I took him back to the kitchen.

Ryan and Cam were standing near the island, watching the food, and talking. They both looked up as we returned and carefully greeted us. Ben’s voice was still a bit shaky, but he wasn’t pouting.

As I took the cooking back from Ryan, the boys walked away, and I heard Ryan address his friends.

"Dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t we just grab a seat in the dining room?"

"Sure," Cam answered, but Ben was a bit more hesitant.

"Y’all can, but I’d rather not sit right now."