hey there! my name's kevin and i'm a submissive boy/spankee living in the washington dc area. in the wake of what's happening with tumblr, i decided to move fetchthewhippingboy.tumblr.com over to this platform! lets hope we can develop a large community over here on bdsmlr :)
"Wow Mark... I knew you were strict with your sons... but I wasn't expecting this." says Mr. Richardson as he walks into our living room. I start to blush, knowing that my father and his colleague are both staring directly at my freshly spanked bottom.
"Well, quite frankly," explains my Dad, "I wasn't expecting to have to spank Kevin today. You see, I told him a week ago that one of my co-workers would be coming over for dinner tonight. He knows that he is expected to clean the house and prepare dinner whenever we're anticipating company. When I got home an hour ago and found the house still in shambles and dinner uncooked... I was very surprised. I knew that a certain young man had failed to do his job and would have to be reacquainted with my belt."
"I see. But why is he naked and standing out here by the fireplace? Shouldn't he be in his room?" ponders Mr. Richardson. "The poor boy must be mortified."
"Yes, I'm sure he is." said my Dad. "But I find that punishments are more effective when they are both painful and humiliating. He wouldn't be nearly as embarrassed if he was clothed or hidden away in his bedroom. And since his failure to do his chores affects both of us, I figured it would be best for you to see how he is being dealt with. Regardless of how embarrassing it may be, disobedient boys need to face their consequences."
"Mmmh." mutters Mr. Richardson. "I suppose that makes sense. And I am pretty disappointed that I won't be getting a home cooked meal tonight. I'm happy to see he's being disciplined appropriately."
"I'm disappointed as well. I think my son owes us both a sincere apology." says Dad. "Kevin, turn around and apologize to Mr. Richardson and I for your irresponsibility and laziness."
I gulp. The prospect of having to look my Dad and Mr. Richardson in the eyes as I'm stark naked makes me very anxious. In an effort to save what little dignity I have left, I remove my hands from my head, place them over my package, and turn around.
"Keep your hands at your sides young man." orders Dad. "Do not touch yourself inappropriately in front of our guest."
Dad's command shocks me. "But Dad! I don't want him to see!" I begin to protest.
"Shut your mouth and do what you're told!" shouts Dad.
Dad's tone frightens me, so I finally do what I'm told. I place my hands to my sides, revealing my small, freshly shaved cock and balls. I hang my head in shame.
"Hah! No wonder he wanted to cover up!" laughs Mr. Richardson, causing my face to flush deep red.
"Yeah, I shaved him right after I whipped him. I figured that would really make the lesson sink in... Now Kevin, say you're sorry."
"Yes Sir... I'm sorry for being lazy and neglecting my responsibilities..." I mumble.
"Mmmh. I don't think that sounded very convincing. Maybe you haven't learned your lesson after all." says Dad, with a stern look on his face. My eyes widen, but I keep my mouth shut. I know that if I speak out of turn again, Dad will not be happy.
Dad glances over to Mr. Richardson and says, "You know, my son's behavior has affected your evening as well. I think it's only fair that you get the opportunity to spank him too."
A shiver runs my spine. I've never been spanked by anyone but my Dad before and I have no idea what to expect. Mr. Richardson seems taken aback for a moment. Eventually, he makes eye contact with me and says, "Kevin, your father is right. Not only were you lazy and disobedient, but you also disrespected your dad earlier with your back talk. In my opinion, you've earned yourself another whipping." As he finishes his lecture, Mr. Richardson unbuckles his belt and removes it with one fluid motion.
"Bend over the arm of the couch, and stick your backside out." commands Mr. Richardson. I do as I'm told and try to steel myself for another brutal whipping.
The first strike comes without warning. I call out as the pain shoots through my body. Before I can catch my breath, another stroke lands. And another. And another. Any hope I had that Mr. Richardson would go easy on me quickly disappears. Each strike seems to cut deeper and deeper into my butt cheeks, leaving behind an increasingly intense sharp, burning sensation. The beating continues until I am crying and begging for it to stop. But of course it doesn't. After awhile, the spanking and the crying exhaust me. Eventually, I collapse over the arm of the sofa and sob quietly into the cushion. All I want in the whole world is for the spanking to stop.
After a seemingly endless barrage of swats, my Dad says, "Alright, I think he's had enough." And as abruptly as it began, the beating ended. Dad walks over to me and scoops me up in his arms. He presses my face against his chest and places both of his hands on my bruised buttocks. His soothing touch consoles me and gradually my tears subside. He kisses the top of my head and asks, "Have you learned your lesson, son?"
"Yes Dad."
"Will you ever have to be spanked like that again?"
"No Dad."
"Good lad. Now go give Mr. Richardson a hug and thank him for your spanking."
I gingerly walk over to Mr. Richardson, who has since put back on his belt. He embraces me tightly and says, "I'm sorry I had to beat you like that Kevin. But sometimes, a boy needs to be broken in order for him to learn an important lesson."
"Yes Sir." I sniffle, "Thank you Sir."
"I think we've put you through enough spanking today young man. I don't think I've ever seen your behind turn this red before." Dad says. "However, your punishment isn't quite over. You'll be spending the rest of the evening in your room. And since you failed to make dinner, you won't be getting dinner at all. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes Dad."
"Good, now march young man."
I walk to my room and Dad follows closely behind me. As I hop onto my bed, Dad shuts my bedroom door. I hear the lock click, and I realize that I won't be going anywhere until Dad decides to let me out. I begin to rub my incredibly sore butt cheeks to try and relieve some of the pain, but it's no use. Rather than continuing my fruitless rubbing, I crawl under my blankets and quickly fall asleep.
Being broken takes a lot out of a boy.
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"Wow Mark... I knew you were strict with your sons... but I wasn't expecting this." says Mr. Richardson as he walks into our living room. I start to blush, knowing that my father and his colleague are both staring directly at my freshly spanked bottom.
"Well, quite frankly," explains my Dad, "I wasn't expecting to have to spank Kevin today. You see, I told him a week ago that one of my co-workers would be coming over for dinner tonight. He knows that he is expected to clean the house and prepare dinner whenever we're anticipating company. When I got home an hour ago and found the house still in shambles and dinner uncooked... I was very surprised. I knew that a certain young man had failed to do his job and would have to be reacquainted with my belt."
"I see. But why is he naked and standing out here by the fireplace? Shouldn't he be in his room?" ponders Mr. Richardson. "The poor boy must be mortified."
"Yes, I'm sure he is." said my Dad. "But I find that punishments are more effective when they are both painful and humiliating. He wouldn't be nearly as embarrassed if he was clothed or hidden away in his bedroom. And since his failure to do his chores affects both of us, I figured it would be best for you to see how he is being dealt with. Regardless of how embarrassing it may be, disobedient boys need to face their consequences."
"Mmmh." mutters Mr. Richardson. "I suppose that makes sense. And I am pretty disappointed that I won't be getting a home cooked meal tonight. I'm happy to see he's being disciplined appropriately."
"I'm disappointed as well. I think my son owes us both a sincere apology." says Dad. "Kevin, turn around and apologize to Mr. Richardson and I for your irresponsibility and laziness."
I gulp. The prospect of having to look my Dad and Mr. Richardson in the eyes as I'm stark naked makes me very anxious. In an effort to save what little dignity I have left, I remove my hands from my head, place them over my package, and turn around.
"Keep your hands at your sides young man." orders Dad. "Do not touch yourself inappropriately in front of our guest."
Dad's command shocks me. "But Dad! I don't want him to see!" I begin to protest.
"Shut your mouth and do what you're told!" shouts Dad.
Dad's tone frightens me, so I finally do what I'm told. I place my hands to my sides, revealing my small, freshly shaved cock and balls. I hang my head in shame.
"Hah! No wonder he wanted to cover up!" laughs Mr. Richardson, causing my face to flush deep red.
"Yeah, I shaved him right after I whipped him. I figured that would really make the lesson sink in... Now Kevin, say you're sorry."
"Yes Sir... I'm sorry for being lazy and neglecting my responsibilities..." I mumble.
"Mmmh. I don't think that sounded very convincing. Maybe you haven't learned your lesson after all." says Dad, with a stern look on his face. My eyes widen, but I keep my mouth shut. I know that if I speak out of turn again, Dad will not be happy.
Dad glances over to Mr. Richardson and says, "You know, my son's behavior has affected your evening as well. I think it's only fair that you get the opportunity to spank him too."
A shiver runs my spine. I've never been spanked by anyone but my Dad before and I have no idea what to expect. Mr. Richardson seems taken aback for a moment. Eventually, he makes eye contact with me and says, "Kevin, your father is right. Not only were you lazy and disobedient, but you also disrespected your dad earlier with your back talk. In my opinion, you've earned yourself another whipping." As he finishes his lecture, Mr. Richardson unbuckles his belt and removes it with one fluid motion.
"Bend over the arm of the couch, and stick your backside out." commands Mr. Richardson. I do as I'm told and try to steel myself for another brutal whipping.
The first strike comes without warning. I call out as the pain shoots through my body. Before I can catch my breath, another stroke lands. And another. And another. Any hope I had that Mr. Richardson would go easy on me quickly disappears. Each strike seems to cut deeper and deeper into my butt cheeks, leaving behind an increasingly intense sharp, burning sensation. The beating continues until I am crying and begging for it to stop. But of course it doesn't. After awhile, the spanking and the crying exhaust me. Eventually, I collapse over the arm of the sofa and sob quietly into the cushion. All I want in the whole world is for the spanking to stop.
After a seemingly endless barrage of swats, my Dad says, "Alright, I think he's had enough." And as abruptly as it began, the beating ended. Dad walks over to me and scoops me up in his arms. He presses my face against his chest and places both of his hands on my bruised buttocks. His soothing touch consoles me and gradually my tears subside. He kisses the top of my head and asks, "Have you learned your lesson, son?"
"Yes Dad."
"Will you ever have to be spanked like that again?"
"No Dad."
"Good lad. Now go give Mr. Richardson a hug and thank him for your spanking."
I gingerly walk over to Mr. Richardson, who has since put back on his belt. He embraces me tightly and says, "I'm sorry I had to beat you like that Kevin. But sometimes, a boy needs to be broken in order for him to learn an important lesson."
"Yes Sir." I sniffle, "Thank you Sir."
"I think we've put you through enough spanking today young man. I don't think I've ever seen your behind turn this red before." Dad says. "However, your punishment isn't quite over. You'll be spending the rest of the evening in your room. And since you failed to make dinner, you won't be getting dinner at all. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes Dad."
"Good, now march young man."
I walk to my room and Dad follows closely behind me. As I hop onto my bed, Dad shuts my bedroom door. I hear the lock click, and I realize that I won't be going anywhere until Dad decides to let me out. I begin to rub my incredibly sore butt cheeks to try and relieve some of the pain, but it's no use. Rather than continuing my fruitless rubbing, I crawl under my blankets and quickly fall asleep.
Being broken takes a lot out of a boy.