Eric and Jamie
Part 4
The next day at work Eric announced at lunch that he and I were done for the day,
and we left Juan and the other workers to finish up.
"What are we doing?" I asked as we got into his car.
"We need to get you some things" he said. "Clothes, a toothbrush, new shoes -- the
works."
We spent the day shopping, and the only embarrassing moment was when he turned me
around in a department store, pulled up my shirt, and yanked gently at the back of
my underwear so that he could read the tag for the size -- right there in front of
the salesman.
Eric was frequently affectionate in an absent minded way, and I came to not mind
when his hand would rest on the back of my neck or when I felt him pat my side or
back. We went to a real restaurant for dinner that night (rather than a fast food
joint). I thought I'd get the spaghetti and some garlic bread, but when the
waitress came over he ordered liver for both of us before I could say anything.
"No" I said to the waitress. "I don't want that."
"Yes, you do" said Eric and took my menu and handed it to the waitress along with
his own.
"I hate liver, Eric" I said.
"We've been eating junk food for days. It's time you had something a little more
healthy."
I guess I was getting a little too comfortable with him, because I said defiantly,
"I'm not eating it" and his face darkened and he looked at the waitress and politely
said, "Two livers, please" and she nodded and walked away.
I crossed my arms and pouted in the chair. Eric leaned across the table and quietly
said, "Sit up straight, put your hands in your lap, and adjust your attitude NOW."
I angrily sat up and took my hands off the table, looking anywhere but right at him.
"Look at me" he said, and I looked into his eyes feeling half scared and half
defiant.
"You've earned yourself a spanking" he said, "and just how bad your punishment will
be is going to be decided by your behavior the rest of the evening."
"Well I'm getting punished anyway, right?" I said, angrily. "I might as well just
go for broke."
"No" he said, calmly. "Right now you're going over my knee for several hard hand
spanks. You could escalate that into a long session with my belt or the hairbrush
if you're not careful." He tapped the table hard with his index finger and said,
"Make a decision."
I gave in then and brushed tears out of my eyes and said, "All right, I'm sorry,
okay? I just really hate liver, okay? I should have said it a better way, and I
apologize for being disrespectful." I wiped again at my eyes and tried not to glare
at him when I looked at him.
"That's much better" he said, and he seemed to relax.
"May I please have something different for dinner?" I asked.
"No" he said, almost amiably.
"Please, sir?" I asked, but when his eyes narrowed on me I slouched angrily, then
remembered his admonishment and tried to sit up straight.
When the liver came it didn't smell too bad, but it tasted like liver (read:
AWFUL). I finished my salad and all of my potato wedges, and I had only taken three
or four bites of the liver by the time Eric was done with his entire meal.
"Finish that up" he said.
"I'm full" I said.
"Eat" he commanded, pointing at my plate. I took one more awful bite and forced it
down.
"I'm full" I said, again.
"You're pushing it" he said.
I was totally exasperated at that point so I said, "Well, fine! Just go ahead and
hit me then, okay? I'm full. What do you want me to do?"
"Lower your voice and put your hands flat on the table" he said. I blinked back
tears and did as he said. "It's not 'hitting'" he said, calmly, "it's spanking, and
it's what one does with disobedient boys."
Working hard not to cry I said, "Why do you always have to be such a hard ass?" I
knew I was sealing my fate as I said it, but I just couldn't help myself. Eric
shook his head sadly and called the waitress over.
"Would you like dessert?" she said.
"No" said Eric. "Someone's earned himself a good hard does of the strap, and we
need to get home and get to it" he said, looking directly at me. My face flushed
hot, and the waitress excused herself, embarrassed.
Eric paid the bill, and as we walked out the front our waitress was standing near
the hostess stand and I saw her point us out to the girl she was standing next to.
Again, my face felt hot as Eric kept his hand on my back pushing me ahead of him.
The ride home was dead silent, and the closer we got to getting home the more wound
up I got inside. When we turned onto our street I couldn't take it anymore and I
said, "All right, I'm sorry! Okay? I don't know what I was thinking. I'm very,
very sorry and you don't need to punish me."
"It's a little late for that" he said, gently squeezing the back of my neck. He was
maddeningly calm, and my panic grew as we pulled into the driveway. I ran up the
stairs ahead of him, and he unlocked the door and pushed me through.
"Get those pants down" he said. I considered leaving then; just walking out and
never coming back. The thing was, part of me felt that he wasn't being entirely
unfair. Living with him was certainly better than living on the street, and he
could be so loving and affectionate -- as long as I "behaved."
"That's five extra" he said as I stood there thinking through things.
"Wait" I said. "I was just -- "
"And five more" he said, looking at his watch.
I angrily undid my pants and pushed them down to my ankles and said, "God, Eric! I
--" and then I clamped my mouth shut for fear of earning more. A couple of tears
ran down my face, but I managed to stop them before the flood. Dread sunk into me
as he undid his belt and doubled it over.
"Kneel over the bed" he said, pointing to the end of the bed. I shuffled over to it
and knelt down. "Stand up and push your underwear down to your ankles." he said.
I did as he said and knelt back over the edge of the bed, totally humiliated. He
pinned both of my hands behind my back with his left and said, "You know why you're
being punished?"
"Yes, sir" I said, keeping my voice even.
"Tell me why" he said.
Exasperated, I said, "Because I was disrespectful at the restaurant." It was hard
to speak and keep from crying at the same time.
"Why are you getting extra?" he asked, still maddeningly calm.
"I don't know" I said, wishing he'd just get it over with.
"You're getting extra because you were so slow to obey when we got home. When I
tell you to do something, you obey first and ask your questions while you're
obeying. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir" I said.
"All right" he said, and in the next instant the belt went WHACK! across the middle
of my butt. I bit back a yelp, determined to stay silent the whole time. I'd show
him.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! The belt cracked across my butt and upper thighs. I squirmed under his
vise-like grip, and it was getting very hard to keep from crying out my butt hurt so
bad.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I pressed my face hard into the bed,
determined to win out over him. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Okay!" I yelled. WHACK! WHACK!
"Okay! I bawled openly. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Please stop! Please! Sir!
PLEASE!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The belt finally stopped and I bawled openly and
hard. I was shaking badly, and I felt Eric's hand massage my back and the back of
my head.
"So stubborn" he said as he massaged my neck and said "Shhhhh" and made cooing
noises. I just let myself sob, feeling totally betrayed and used. I couldn't stay
here with him anymore, I was sure of that much. I'd get away in the middle of the
night. I deeply resented the way he was trying to comfort me.
When my crying started to subside he patted my sides and said, "You need to do some
time in the corner, young man" and I didn't even try to resist him as he led me to
the room's only free corner and pushed my face gently into it, my pants and
underwear still down around my ankles. I felt more tears welling up in me then, and
since I planned to leave that night I just let them come out full force and I cried
hard as he made me stand there.
After about half an hour I had gotten myself under control. He had been watching TV
the whole time, and he muted it and said, "Turn around, boy." I did as he said, and
then he said, "Kick off your shoes and step out of those" and he nodded at my pants
and underwear bunched around my ankles. Again, I obeyed him and then stood waiting
for his next instructions.
"You want to come lay on your tummy next to me?" he asked, smiling. I didn't want
to be anywhere near him just then, and while I hesitated he said, "You're very mad
at me right now, and you're hurting, and you're probably more than a little
confused. Now come over here and let me tell you some things."
I walked over to the bed in just my t-shirt and socks and laid down next to him. He
put his hands under my armpits and pulled me to rest more on top of him, and gently
patted my butt. I winced from the pain. "That's why I told you to take your pants
off rather than to pull them up" he said, and rubbed his hand up and down my back.
"You've just been punished, Jamie, and you were very, very stubborn about it. Are
you mad at me now?" I nodded my head yes against his chest, more out of fear of
being punished for being dishonest than anything else. "Well, that's natural" he
said, giving me a tight squeeze. "I want you to remember this the next time you
consider being disobedient" and when he said that hot tears stung my eyes. What
right did he have to treat me this way? I'd be gone in his sleep; serve him right.
"You re-thinking our little arrangement?" he asked, and I froze. "I know you are"
he said. "I want to take care of you little boy, but I meant it when I said I
expect your obedience. And you have every right to expect me to always be there for
you. Always. You just have to decide whether it's worth it to you."
I tried to say then that I didn't know if anything was worth what he had just done
to me, but it came out incoherently as I tried to say it through my tears, my mouth
pressed against his side. He hugged me tightly and said, "I couldn't make that out,
okay? You just cry it out a bit."
I angrily pushed away from him and said as clearly as I could, "I don't know if
anything is worth what you did." My eyes squinted shut then, totally beyond my
control, and I cried hard and said, "It hurts so bad!" and blubbered uncontrollably.
He pulled me to him and hugged me fiercely. "Okay, baby. Okay" he said. "That's
my good boy. Let it all out." I struggled angrily against him, but he was so much
stronger than me, and he just held me there pinned to his chest. I continued to
struggle and cry, and I finally had to give in, exhausted.
When I finally finished crying Eric picked me up and carried me into the bathroom,
just like you would a little kid. He set me down gently on the floor, and I winced
as my butt touched the cool tiles. Then I sighed, the coldness felt so good. "Let
your butt cool off there for a bit" he said, pulling my shirt up over my head.
He took off my socks next and then peed, flushed, then turned back to me. Again he
picked me up and then set me down in the tub. I let him bathe me as he had the
night before, the whole time cooing things like, "That's my good boy" and "at a boy,
buddy." I purposefully kept my body as stiff as possible, and I wouldn't look him
in the eye for anything. I was grateful I didn't get hard for any of it. He had me
step out of the tub and dried me off, and then he put the tube of lotion in my hand.
As I took it, he put both hands under my arms and lifted me up, and I involuntarily
wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me to the bed.
He laid me down and rolled me over on my tummy and began massaging me as he had the
night before. This time he did it for a much longer time, and as hard as I tried to
keep my muscles tense, it was just too exhausting to keep it up the entire massage.
When he finished he patted my back and said, "Roll over, little boy."
I rolled over and looked at him, and pretended to wince even though my butt didn't
really hurt anymore. "Look at me" he said, rubbing circles in my chest. I looked
at him angrily, and his face was so kind and so full of love just then that I burst
into tears. I don't know why. I was determined to stay mad at him, but right then
I just wanted to throw my arms around him and ask for his forgiveness. At the same
time I thought that was so wrong because he had been the one to hurt me -- to spank
the living daylights out of me -- and I thought he should say he was sorry.
He just let me lay there and cry, rubbing his hand up and down from the bottom of my
tummy to my neck. "Who's my good little boy?" he asked, and only half wanting to I
flung my arms around his neck and wailed. I was equally mad at him for having
spanked me and grateful that he was calling me his little boy and STILL not trying
to force himself on me sexually. He held me tightly and let me cry it out, and then
I laid back down on my back.
He gently scratched his stubby nails up and down the front of my body, from where my
pubes used to be to my shoulders, and I laid there hiccoughing and looking up at
him. As my breathing became even he gently grazed the underside of my balls with
the back of his finger and said, "Are you better now?"
"I don't want to be spanked anymore" I managed to say, though I hiccoughed again.
"Are you saying you want to be obedient then?" he asked. His tone and manner were
so loving just then. If that's how he looked at it, it was how I was willing to
look at it.
I forced down my tears and whispered, "Yeah."
He gently held my balls between two fingers and said, "Yes, sir" reprimandingly.
"Yes, sir" I echoed as he ever so gently tugged on my ball sack.
He let go then and rubbed his hand through my hair. "Are you ready to go to sleep
now?"
"Yes, sir" I whispered. It wasn't very late, but I was exhausted. I slid under the
covers, and he stripped naked and got in with me.
"Come here, kid" he said, and pulled me up to him on my side, spooning with me. His
large arm lay securely over my body. There would be no way I could get away from
him if he stayed like this the whole night, and I wasn't 100% sure now that I wanted
to go. I just laid there quietly feeling the warmth of his body against my back,
and as my dick stiffened I felt his own stiffen and press against my butt crack.
He was asleep, and I pressed back against him and down, feeling the length of his
dick press against my butt. My feelings changed from those of being trapped under
his arm to being protected by it, and I closed my eyes for just a second and pushed
my back into this torso.