Author's note: I have appreciated all the notes from all those of you who seemed to be following all of this. I've been astounded at how many people write ! So many asked for updates on Larry specifically that I've given up and will post as I can. It's still "non-fiction".
It took lots of emails, phone calls, and planning to coordinate it all but finally I had found time to take a vacation at the same time Larry was free at graduate school. Rare ! The most we'd ever managed before was a few days here and then. This time, it was going to be over a week in Hawaii at a friend's house on the beach.
Over the months that had passed more recently, sure there had been those few things
that needed to be corrected between father and son (even stepfather, as in this case)
and occasionally the boy had found himself with his sharply creased, denim jeans
down around his ankles with his clean white Calvins quickly following so he could
Such had just been life, as I'd never hesitated to spank him when he lived at home during his high school years and certainly didn't consider not spanking him after he'd succeeded and gone on to College.
When he'd been spanked at a friend's house, more typically at Bruce's family's place in Pacific Palisades, the embarrassment had been no less real and humiliating for Larry even though he knew Bruce still got spanked by his own father too and he had even been there a couple of times to see Bruce's tears as well. Still, it's never easy when afterwards, or the next morning, you're going to face the other members of the family at, say, the breakfast table and they are going to look at you sitting there at that table knowing that whatever it was you'd done that had caused your Dad to have spanked you, still, underneath your clean fresh clothes and jeans, your little fanny was still nice and red and hurting from when your Dad had dragged you off privately into the room and spanked it for you with them listening ! It had even been extremely hard to look at Bruce, because even though you both shared some things in common, like "other guys your own age don't still get, at least not bare", still, it had been you that had been dragged off and spanked, not him. Everybody knew you'd gotten it too !
For sure, Larry had still gotten his share when he needed them, though he had always said he hated it worse when we were in a hotel because those maids, sometimes maids about his own age, would know he was still getting it (!), or if I'd made him leave his small paddle on the night stand, they couldn't help but see it and guess.
But this vacation had been planned for a combination of Graduation Gift and just good time.
Chris was coming along as he, too, had completed his first year at junior college with straight A's and Zach, Chris' friend was also going to be there.
The Plan was for just a good long vacation with plenty of hiking, climbing and lots and lots of time in the surf. Perfect for Hawaii !
Maybe one other small detail might be important ? At least lots have asked.
Back then Eric, who was the tall, lanky, handsome sort of guy in Larry's high school class, who typically dressed in a sweat shirt or dress shirt with jeans neatly pressed and penny loafers, was the guy who got himself spanked for lying that night when I last stopped writing. He was the one who'd lied about his report grade though I had that report from the teacher in a folder that night. I'd asked him about his lying and what his Dad did when he tried it, and he'd finally admitted he got punished. I'd spanked and then paddled Eric that night and there had been no question that he had responded very well across my own knees.
While I never did share his lying or that teacher's report grade with his father, both Larry and Eric did grow closer during that year and Eric's Dad and I became closer friends too. The consequence on both Eric and Larry, however, was that during the close of their Senior Year, they had two "dads" around. Larry had occasionally been spanked by Eric's Dad and I too had spanked Eric further. It was a good arrangement.
Throughout Larry's University years, Eric and he had remained close, visiting back and forth. Eric's Dad had continued to play a role with Larry. Living closer to his University than I did, Eric's Dad ensured Larry's university education did not exclude his still getting his bare bottom spanked when he needed it.
Now that we were looking to a vacation in Hawaii, Eric and his Dad were also expected to drop in for a few days from Canada. Eric's Dad had separated from his new girlfriend from those Canadian days back then.
I should mention that I never spanked Larry in his dorm room or let on anything that would embarrass my boy to his roommates during his University years. When he needed spanking, he got it for sure, but always more privately ! Eric's Dad, however, didn't think my way. Eric had been spanked by his Dad anywhere and any time and even when Eric eventually got to University, that hadn't changed. Difference in parental philosophy, I guess. Eric had continued to get spanked frequently; Larry hadn't. Eric had been forced to take it from a Dad who never hesitated to spank him any place and in front of anyone when the boy needed it, though he'd sometimes just swat his jeans or use his paddle on his jeans.
With me, both boys had learned the hard way, if I was going to take the time
to discipline either of them, it was always going to be at a time and place
much more private and we were going to take the time to talk it through
carefully before their jeans and briefs were ultimately going to come down and
they were going to get it long and hard, right across their young bare fannies.
After all, young Chris still got his bottom spanked bare that way, as did tiny
Bin though much more frequently, Mea too, and now Zach had become subject to
it; and also let's not forget about
No surprises. Everyone's treated alike. Eric's Dad could continue to spank Eric as he liked, but for the boys with me, it was going to stay differently and private.
These days Larry's more firmly developed as he's still working out. His waist remains sleek and narrow, his chest broad and stomach muscles nicely developed. Altogether, he's got that almost ideal "V" shape with his still nicely tight and firm butt and the smile and look of cuteness that never left him from his teenage years. Agreeing to legally adopt him when his Dad had dropped him at my place way back when was one of the best decisions I'd ever made and I knew it. Though I'd never adjusted to being called "Dad," I remain very proud to have him my "Son".
Truth, with Larry, became stranger than fiction, but his grades and scholarship seemed to indicate it had all been worth it.
Zach, young Chris and I hit Hawaii and its beaches first. Perfect !
A few days later, Larry arrived.
The scene at the Honolulu International Airport was as crowded as ever with leis going around arriving tourist's necks and swarms of Japanese, young and old, still everywhere in spite of the downturn. Maybe we looked different as Larry walked through the arrival port, dressed in gray slacks, dark blazer, with shirt and silk tie. Strikingly handsome. Young Chris and Zach had no way of recognizing him, though they'd seen photos, but they certainly looked for him as he walked out. Moments later we were together as he threw his arm around me and a few tears of welcome were shed on both sides. It had been too long !
Time for a vacation now. We were all there - Larry, Chris, Zach, and me,
with Eric and his Dad expected later. Time to hit the beach off the terrace
at our friend's place there in Hawaii. Time to
You can say all you want about our kind of "unusual" families with some of our beliefs that seem out of fashion among many Americans these days, but the bonds that are built are solid and strong and the friendships just keep growing - even though a boy like Larry, or even like Chris or even Eric, is still not too old for a spanking. That part has not changed. And it didn't that vacation week in Hawaii either ! A vacation it certainly was. But the paddle was there this time too.
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