Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:27:40 -0800 (PST)
From: John Jones <aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Delinquent Godson, Part 1

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction with content that involves
adults and minors and corporal punishment.  Please do not read it if you
would be offended or if it would be illegal where you reside.

My Delinquent Godson
Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com

I had been a part of Ryan's life since he was born, almost before really.
When I was still working on the West Coast Ryan's then high school aged dad
worked for me around the house.  For decades I had employed nice kids as a
means of both helping them out with expenses, and also mentoring such good
kids.  Ryan's dad Joe had been one of the best.

Joe was a fine athlete, A student, and a hard worker. He came from a
relatively poor family.  He became like a son to me, and ultimately I made
sure he was able to finish college and graduate school. I was the best man
at Joe's wedding, and became the Godfather to his son Ryan 14 years ago.
When Joe's wife died in a car accident two years ago I flew out from my
retirement in the far Northeast and stayed for 6 months helping to settle
things down for Ryan and Joe.

Joe and Ryan visited me for two weeks every Summer since Ryan was a little
boy. So I watched him grow up. I taught him to fish; ride a 4 wheeler;
shoot a rifle; identify animals by their tracks; kayak; canoe; and sail.  I
used to throw him off the dock at my house as he would scream with delight
and then swim back, begging me to do it again.

However, starting at about age 12 ½, Ryan got off track. Really, I think it
started before then. Joe and his now deceased wife were far more permissive
than I would have been. They lived on the left coast, and children were
treated like little adults; negotiated with; and catered to. Joe and I had
many discussions about it, but it was how his wife wanted things done.  The
results of this parenting style became obvious when Ryan was in the 7th
grade.  His grades dropped; he would not do homework; he was disrespectful
to teachers; and basically all he wanted to do was hang out with other
badly behaved kids and play video games.

In February, just after turning 14, Ryan got in serious trouble with the
law. As it turns out, he was dealing pot and occasionally pills to the
other 8th graders.  He got caught with the pot, a scale, and baggies and
was charged with dealing (a much more serious offense than possession, even
in juvenile court). Joe was pretty upset about it and called me.

Several phone conversations later, I had reluctantly agreed to take Ryan if
the judge approved of it.  You see, after I sold my company, I decided I'd
had enough of Silicon Valley life.  I purchased 900 acres, including half
of the land around a 300 acre lake that backed up on forestry land in far
Northern Maine.  The only other people on the lake were the summer campers
across the lake, at an old line kids Summer camp.  I built my dream home: a
modern log cabin of about 4,000 SF including the gym, sauna, Jacuzzi, and
indoor pool.  I also had a barn for storage.  I kept a few chickens for
fresh eggs, but did not really run a farm. Miles from the main road, which
was 10 miles from the country store and 50 miles from the nearest real town
and grocery store, I had my privacy.  I cut my own wood; hunted and fished;
enjoyed the water; and lived in peace.

Joe felt that Ryan needed to get away from all of the influences of the
city, and ultimately I agreed, but only with conditions. The first was that
I would be in charge of Ryan: I would set the rules, rewards and
punishments. I explained that I believed in keeping teens very busy, tired,
and out of trouble.  I also explained that corporal punishment is something
that I would use when necessary.  I explained that my home had no TV and
that electronic games would not be available. I explained that Ryan would
not have a cell phone either. Finally, I explained that Ryan would be home
schooled, using the very challenging curriculum that many American
Diplomats use with their kids outside of the United States. Joe agreed to
all of this.

I flew out in late March to appear before the juvenile Judge and explain
what Joe and I had worked out.  The judge asked a few questions, then
remanded Ryan over to me.  We returned to Joe's house, Ryan had an evening
to pack his things, and we flew across the country, landing in the early
morning.

It took 10 hours to get to my property, with a couple of stops on the way.
I stopped at Walmart, leaving Ryan in the truck, and bought a couple of
things he would need. We both stopped at a Sam's Club and loaded up with
nonperishable food for the month, and a week or so of fresh fruit and
vegetables. Ryan kept wanting me to buy soda, cookies, and other junk food
and I told him that wasn't on the menu at my home.  He glared at me and
pouted, like the spoiled 14 year old he had become.

At about 4:15 we turned onto the dirt road from the main road, and in one
mile passed the lake on the left with the kid's Summer camp on I, closed
now of course.  Finally at 5 pm we got to the house. It is still brisk in
late March, with the ice just starting to leave the lake. We could see our
breath as we unloaded the truck.  After putting away our purchases, I told
Ryan to go take a shower, and to leave his clothing in the bedroom.  While
he was in the shower, I took his suitcase into the kitchen, and I went
through the pockets of his oversized sagging jeans, I found a lighter, a
cleverly disguised pipe, and some marijuana.  I put these in my pocket.  I
took the jeans, the designer shirt, and his boxers out and set them on top
of his suitcase. In their place, I left a pair of boy's large white
briefs. I then started cooking dinner.

A few minutes later I heard Ryan swearing "What the fuck is this? Where are
my clothes? What are these fucking kids briefs doing there".

I went upstairs and calmly explained three things:

1. I am now in charge.  2. All privileges, including wearing adult
underwear and clothing are earned in my house.  3. If I heard one more
swear word, he could expect a mouth soaping.

Ryan glared at me, clearly thinking about saying more, then shut up and put
the briefs on. Red faced and obviously embarrassed, I looked him over and
said "good decision Ryan, come downstairs and we will eat supper".

I served a simple dinner of chicken, vegetables, fruit for dessert, and
milk to drink. He made a face saying he didn't like to eat food like this.

I replied that he was welcome to eat it or not, but good wholesome food was
what he would be getting. I also pointed out that for a 14 year old boy who
should be lean and hard from exercise, he was a bit flabby and out of
shape. This resulted in another glare and some muttering under his breath.

I then sent Ryan back up to his room, and opened the packages I had bought
I brought him white socks, workboots, jeans, a wifebeater t shirt, and a
flannel shirt as well as a carhart jacket. For lounging around the house he
had two pair of soccer shorts as well. Once he was dressed I told him we
were going to have a bonfire and we went outside to start one.

Where I live, a "fire ring" is an old 18 wheeler rim surrounded by rocks.
I started a fire, and within an hour had stoked it up until it was really
burning. This was way more fire than I would usually have for a simple
evening bonfire.  I told Ryan to wait by the fire, and I went back to the
kitchen and returned with his suitcase and the clothes he arrived in.  I
began by holding up the sagger pants he arrived in and said "Ryan, you will
be wearing clothes that fit you. You are not going to be a gangster and are
not going to dress like one". I then threw the pants into the fire. Before
he could say a word, his boxers and designer shirt followed.

"What the fuck, those are my clothes, you can't do that" he defiantly
yelled.

I calmly replied "I certainly can; nothing is yours now; and you just
earned a mouth soaping before bed".

I then opened up the suitcase to see what he had packed. Unpacking it item
by item, I rejected almost everything in the suitcase and threw it into the
fire. Boxers, designer pants, designer shirts, gangster hat, t shirts with
rude logos on them, designer sunglasses, etc.  Finally I was down to
toiletries, I pod, and a Nintendo.  I set the toiletries aside, except for
the pill bottle. It was a bottle of Adderall, with his name on it, which I
knew to be prescribed for his ADHD.  I chucked it in the fire and told him
"if you still need medication to pay attention here, I will take you to the
doctor to get it".  I then tossed the I pod and the Nintendo into the fire
and said "this stuff is just a distraction from what you should really be
doing".

This was sort of the last straw for Ryan who started screaming obscenities
"you fucking bastard, you can't do that... those are my things...".

I let him go on for about 10 minutes, just calmly listening and watching
the fire. He finally stopped.

"Well Ryan, congratulations, you just earned your first punishment, follow
me".

I headed toward the house, and he lingered at the fire...

"Uh what are you going to do Uncle John (this is what he had always called
me)".

I replied "Something that should have been done a long time ago, now get
over here or it will just be worse".

Ryan shuffled up to me and I put an arm on his shoulder, sort of guiding
and sort of pushing him back to the house.  I marched him into my Master
bedroom with the adjoining bathroom.

"Take off your clothes Ryan" I told him.

"Come on Uncle John... why... I don't take my clothes off for nobody".

"Ryan, I have seen you bare assed since I changed your diapers, now get
them off before I lose my temper".

Ryan stripped down to his boys briefs, then hesitated.  I looked him up and
down and wasn't real happy with what I saw.

At 5-4, he was a reasonable height for a 14 year old boy. However, his hair
was long and unkempt. He had a clear paunch, more than baby fat, and
probably weighed in at 155. His shoulders and other muscles were poorly
developed.

"Ryan, I said all of your clothes, take off the briefs".

Ryan looked at me, tears welling up and I just looked back and nodded
saying "off".

He peeled off the too tight briefs and I saw the rest of him.

Ryan had clearly hit puberty, likely a couple of years ago. He had a small
amount of curly pubic hair, blond like the hair on his head, and an
uncircumsized penis. He had clearly grown, but shaking in fear with his
balls up tight against his abdomen and his penis shrunken, one couldn't
tell how much.

I then went over to my dresser and opened the top drawer. Out of it I
withdrew the paddle I had made in my work shop prior to going west to get
Ryan.  It was modeled after a game paddle called "jokari" that was popular
when I was a kid. About 3/8 inch thick and made of cherry, it was pretty
dense. The oval paddle would cover at least half of a boy's buttock and I
knew it would make an impression on him.

Ryan saw the paddle, and shook even more...

"Come on Uncle John, don't do this. Dad doesn't do it to me".

"I know he doesn't Ryan, but I'm not dad. You are living by my rules. Now
get over here".

I sat down on the sofa in my room and beckoned him.

"No!" he said... "I'm gonna report you"...

I got up, walked over to Ryan, grabbed him and dragged him back to the
sofa, placing him over my knee and holding his right arm behind his back so
he couldn't get up. I used my right leg to lock his legs in place for the
spanking.

"No problem Ryan, tell you what I will let you call the Sheriff's office
tomorrow. In the meantime, you will learn your first lesson about being
respectful".

I proceeded to wallop his little white bottom for about 5 minutes. His
swearing turned to tears, then to sobs, then to begging. He was kicking,
promising to be good, and had a runny nose long before I stopped. His
bottom was crimson red, but as it was his first time I left the thighs
alone.

I let him up, and he was draining snot and crying. I led him into the
bathroom and said "OK Ryan, now we will deal with the language".

Taking a half bar of soap, I told him to open his mouth. He obeyed quickly,
and I inserted it into his mouth. I then placed him in the corner of the
large master bath and told him not to move.

I put away his clothing, except for the briefs and picked up a book. After
reading for 20 minutes, I went in to check on Ryan.

He had stopped crying, but was drooling soap all down his front. His bottom
was about as red as it could be, but with no bruising at all. I told him to
turn around and I removed the soap from his mouth.  I sent him to rinse it
out of his mouth, then put him in the shower to wash the soap drool off.

When he came out of the hot shower, I could see that in fact he had
matured. Hanging loose after the spanking and the hot shower, he looked
about 3 inches flaccid, with a foreskin that was short and still showed
about ¼ of the head of his penis. It appeared that when grown he would have
quite the mushroom head.  He was thicker than most boys that age, and had a
pair of at least ping pong sized balls hanging low. After Ryan dried off, I
took him over to my bed and had him lay on his stomach.

I took out lotion and gently rubbed it into his sore bottom. Then I gave
him about a 15 minute massage before I told him to turn over.

Ryan turned over, quite red faced, and I saw that he was aroused. In his
erect state, he was a solid 6 inches and at least 4 inches thick. The
foreskin had retracted and there was some precum leaking.

Ignoring his penis, I massaged the front of his body, working my way from
his face to his toes, skipping the genitals.  However, the poor kid's dick
was bobbing up and down and he was leaking like a faucet.

Looking at him I said "You know Ryan, most boys are horny after a spanking,
do you want to take care of yourself?"

He looked at me, apparently confused so I decided to put it into teen
English:

"You know, jack off, masturbate" I said.

He still look confused and I realized that, despite the trouble he had
gotten himself into, this boy was entirely naïve about sexual matters.

"Hey Ryan, we'll talk about it in the morning" I said, as frankly I was
unsure how to proceed with this one.

"Hey Ryan, bedtime now, you can sleep in my room or yours". He said that he
would rather be with me. I undressed for bed (I sleep nude) and turned off
the light. Crawling under the covers with Ryan, I held him next to me until
he fell asleep, then I fell off to sleep as well.