Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 22:16:20 -0400
From: cap 824 <cap824@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paper Route Tip Part 2

	The night after this first encounter, all I could do was think
about what had happened.  I wasn't too sure why or how I was attracted to
him, but I didn't really question it-what he had done to me and vise versa
had just felt right.  I knew that much while it was happening, and the
feeling just solidified in my mind over the course of the afternoon.  I had
a good time; I figured that maybe I could go over again some time to do it
again.

	That night I called John, or Daddy, as he preferred me to call him.
I told him that I had a great time with him that afternoon, and I asked if
we could do it again the next day.  He wasn't too pleased that I had
called, but he agreed.

	"4:30 tomorrow.  And don't call again, Matt," he said.

	"I won't, I promise.  See you tomorrow," I replied.

	I thought about him all day at school.  I wondered what we'd do
this time.  He had sounded a little upset with me over the phone, since his
partner was asleep and hadn't known about our encounter.  I hoped that he
wasn't so mad that he wouldn't play with me.

	Finally, school got out, and I raced home.  I took a shower, put on
my new silk boxer shorts that I had gotten for Christmas, and went over at
the designated time.  He greeted me at the door and ushered me in quickly.
He was smoking a cigar today, wearing just a t-shirt and sweatpants.

	"You can't ever call here again, understand?  Michael doesn't know
that this ever happened, and he can't know.  Fortunately, he had just gone
to bed when you called.  You got off lucky this time, but I'm going to have
to make sure that it doesn't happen again," John said.

	"John, er Daddy, I promise that I won't call again.  I didn't know
that it wasn't ok for me to call.  Really, I won't do it again," I said.

	"I don't know if I believe you.  Come here, boy," he demanded

	With that, he grabbed my wrist and took me back into the den where
we had played just the day before.  He sat down in the chair where he had
sat yesterday, legs spread wide.  He leaned back, took a drag off of his
cigar, and blew the smoke in my face.

	"Take off your clothes, boy."

	"Ok Daddy."

	"Do it slowly, boy.  And put your clothes in a neat pile over there
in the corner."

	Just before I was about to take off my undershirt, he told me to
stop.  I put my clothes in the corner as I'd been instructed to do, and
went to sit in the chair that I had sat in yesterday.

	"No, boy.  I told you that I was going to make sure that you didn't
call again.  Get over here," he declared as he again grabbed my wrist.  He
pulled me over to him, so that I was standing next to him.  "Bend over my
knee, boy.  I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"Wait, what are you talking about," I said.  "I told you that I wouldn't."

"And I told you to get over my knee."

I looked at him questiongly, but his eyes told me that I'd better obey.  I
bent over his knee, not really sure what I was getting myself into.  He put
one of his arms over my shoulder blades to hold me there, and he lifted the
other arm up, with his hand then crashing down on my ass.

I screamed in pain.  He asked if I'd ever been spanked when I was younger,
and I hadn't.

"Good," he said.  "This will mean something to you, then."

He resumed with the spanking, hitting me harder if I so much as squealed.
After a while, he told me to get up.  I was hoping this was where he was
going to stop.  Instead, he told me to take the rest of my clothes off.  He
said that he wanted to spank my bare ass.

I did as I was instructed, making my way over to my pile of clothes and
back in the now smoke filled room.  The cigar smoke was somewhat of an
aphrodisiac, surprisingly.  I went back to his side and obediently, and got
back over his knee without even a second thought.

"Good boy," he said.

After another 10 minutes of spanking or so, he stopped for good.  He told
me to get up and stand in front of him.  My ass was burning hot at this
point, and it got a little hotter.  He was moving his cigar over the top
off my ass.  Not nearly close enough to burn me, but enough for me to feel
the heat of it.  Then he smacked my ass-for good measure, he claimed-and
told me to kneel in front of him.

His dick was bulging through his sweat pants.  He was slouched back in his
chair, puffing on his incredibly sexy cigar-it seemed to be his standard
position.

"I hope that you've learned your lesson," he said.  "I don't want you doing
that again, or your spanking will be twice as bad."

"Yes Daddy.  I understand."  I couldn't muster more of a response, between
the pain of my ass and how overwhelmingly turned on it had made me.

"That spanking session got me quite hot," he said.  "Why don't you suck
Daddy's cock, boy?"

"Yes Daddy.  Whatever you say," I replied.

"You're learning quickly," he said as he pulled down his sweatpants.
Wearing no underwear, his cock sprang out and hit me in the face.

I quickly went to work on his cock as he puffed on his cigar some more.  It
was like a sensory overload: the scent of the cigar just turned me on more.
It made me work harder on his cock.  Increasing my speed, I also started
tugging at his balls.  His balls tensed up, and before I knew it, he was
cumming in my mouth.  Not really sure what to do, I just began swallowing
as best I could.  Some of it come out of my mouth and ran down my chin,
which I wiped off and ate.

"Good boy," he said.  That compliment meant more every time he said it.

"Will you suck my cock, Daddy," I asked.

"No, boy.  You have to earn that.  Boys need to learn to suck their Daddy's
before their Daddy's do it back to them," he replied.  "You may jack off
while watching me smoke my cigar."

"Can I watch a video Daddy?"

"No boy.  I said you may jack off while watching me smoke.  I saw you
glancing at my cigar.  I know it turns you on, you little boy slut.  Now do
as I say without any more questions."

Understanding my position as just a boy, I obeyed.  He stared at my jerking
off while he finished his cigar, and I stared at him smoking and inhaled
deeply while I jacked off.  I came within a minute.

As he was walking me to the door, he reminded me that I wasn't to call
again.  I had definitely learned that lesson.  I had also begun to learn my
role as his boy, and what that meant.  I was to do as he said, to make him
happy.  I reminded myself of this regularly.

"Same time next week," he said as he opened the door for me to leave.  He
gave me a kiss and sent me on my way.

I was surprised at how turned on I had been by being so submissive.  I was
a natural leader in all of my activities.  But I found something really hot
about being told what to do.  I quickly agreed to another meeting next week
before I left.