Date: Wed, 29 Feb 2012 06:22:37 -0800 (PST)
From: John Jones <aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Delinquent Godson part 5

My Delinquent Godson
Part 3
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Disclaimer: The following is a work of homerotic fiction involving an adult
and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be
offended.


I woke up at 5 am Friday morning, and went to Ryan's room to wake him up.
He was asleep, breathing rhythmically, with a smile on his face.  In so
many ways, I viewed Ryan as my grandson, and I was glad to see him looking
content. None the less. I had taken on the responsibility of getting Ryan
on track again, and knew that would not always make him happy in the short
term.

I gently shook his shoulder until he woke up, then watched him trundle off
to the bathroom. We headed down to the pool where I did my 45 minute swim,
and in 3 separate periods of time, he swam for about twenty minutes. I
complimented him on it as it was improvement from yesterday.  We then went
on about the morning chores and breakfast and I set him to work on
completing the academic testing on the computer.  Per our routine, two
hours later I had him put some warm clothes on and we went out and did a
vigorous hour of cutting and loading firewood.

I did not bring up the issue of lying or the punishment that was due today,
as I just didn't want to think about it. To his credit though, Ryan did.

"Uh Uncle John, I really am sorry about lying to you yesterday... you
probably don't believe that but I'm not going to argue with any punishment
you give me, I know I deserve it" he said.

As we set the log down in the truck, I paused and looked at him and saw
that he was earnest and had a tear in his eyes. I threw down my gloves and
held him and I held him for a time.

"Ryan, I know how hard it was when your mom died and I know you haven't
dealt with it. I'm here for you when you're ready, but I also have to not
let you screw up your life" I said.

He sort of sealed over the almost brimming emotions; wiped his nose and
said "guess we better finish the wood", which of course told me that he
wasn't ready to talk further about his mom yet.

I supervised his getting cleaned up as I had promised to do, and checked to
be sure he washed properly.  By this point, there was no shyness at all in
him about this. In fact, he seemed to want to show me how well he was doing
with his hygiene.

After he got cleaned up, I put him back on the computer, knowing that after
an hour or so he was going to be done with the testing so his weekend from
academics would start early this week. I cooked him a meal, including the
green veggie drink that he hated, and we had lunch together after he
finished the testing.

Afterward we sat down and went through each of the 5 core subjects and
discussed where he was on each.  I explained to him that when the computer
said he was proficient in all his 8th grade subjects, that his Summer break
would start, but until then it was school 5 days a week. Instead of arguing
he nodded and said "OK".

Then I decided to surprise him: "Ryan, let's take the rest of the afternoon
and go do something fun. Let's go get the fishing poles.  The brook at the
outlet of this lake is running and it is always full of trout in the
Spring".

Ryan always loved to fish when he was younger but the previous Summer he
had been sullen and lazy and hadn't wanted to do much of anything. This
time though he jumped up and exclaimed "cool, let's go" and literally ran
to the boathouse and found the fishing gear. I followed him out and made
sure we had the right things with us, and then explained that this time we
would hike the 4 miles to the outlet of the lake.

It took about an hour and 15 minutes to get there, and Ryan was sweating
and huffing by the time we got there. None the less, he was like an excited
8 year old about fishing, and was the first to get his line in.

Now at that time of year, after a winter of eating almost nothing, the
brook trout are ravenous. We had 8 fish in about 20 minutes, and I reminded
Ryan how to clean them and then supervised him as he did so.  We then began
our hike back to the house.

We were back at the house around 5, and it was getting a little dark.  We
built a campfire, and sat around it and actually roasted the trout on
sticks, the way one would do when camping. I went up and put together a
salad and we ate by the fire.

"Wow Uncle John, this has to be the best fish ever" Ryan said, as he
finished his 5th trout.

"They always taste better when the water is cold Ryan, and even better when
you catch them yourself" I said.

Things got a little quiet for a time, then Ryan got up and came and sat
right beside me next to the fire and sort of leaned in, the way he always
did when he was younger and had something to talk about.  I put my arm
around his shoulder, and we sat watching the flames.

"Uncle John" he said, in the earnest voice that I knew so well from before
his drug problem.

"Yes Ryan" I replied and tossled his blond hair a bit.

"You know I really miss her" he said, and started to cry.  I hugged him a
little closer and said "I know you do Ryan, she loved you more than
anything. She would so want to be here now" I said.

At this, he dissolved and said "she'd be so embarrassed about me". He more
or less wailed this out.

"Ryan, I think she would know you got angry and lost for a while and would
just try to tell you to be good and become what she always knew you could
become" I said.

That was the end of the brief conversation, but we sat for about 20 minutes
looking at the fire.

"Uncle John?" he said?

"Yes Ryan" I replied.

"Uh, you know I still got to be punished today" he said.

"Yeah I know, but I was hoping to put it off Ryan, I don't really want to"
I said.

To my surprise he said "yeah, but you got to".

Reluctantly I got up, hugged him and had him follow me to the barn.

There I took down an old well worn razor strap, the kind of thing that is
used in these situations in the countryside and showed it to him.

"Ryan, for serious stuff out here a kid either gets a switch or the
strap. There are no fresh tree branches this time of year so it is the
strap.  The usual rule is two whacks for every year of age, really hard,
bare butt" I said.

"Uh... Oooo K..." he attepted to say bravely.

"However, I think you have learned your lesson and aren't going to lie to
me again.  I think maybe we have had a breakthrough. So I am only going to
give you enough so you know what to expect if you ever lie to me in the
future. I'm going to give you two whacks" I said.

"Uh Thanks Uncle John" he said enthusiastically.

"Well trust me, two aren't going to feel real good Ryan. Now I want you to
face that workbench and bend over the top of it. Drop your pants and
underpants first" I said.

Ryan did as he was told, looking nervous about it, as well he should have
been.

"Are you ready Ryan" I asked?

"Yes" He said. I put the strap through a full arc and brought it down hard
across both cheeks.

"OOOOOHW" he yelled as he straightened out.

"Back into place Ryan" I said, probably not sternly again.

I think delivered the second blow, a little lower than the first, also
quite hard. A livid raised red welt came up instantly and he again cried
out.

"OK, Ryan, pull them up and turn around" I said.

Rubbing his little bottom he did so, and turned around and then he gave me
a spontaneous hug.

"Thanks Uncle John... I'm not ever going to lie to you again" he said.

"I sure hope not Ryan, I don't ever want to give you twenty eight of those"
I said, as we headed back to the house. Sniffing the air and him in an
exaggerated fashion I said "Jeese Ryan, you smell like a trout, let's get
cleaned up and get ready for bed".