Consequences ============ **WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it. **REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up the stories collectively known as the _Justin_Series_. If you haven't read them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream of feedback I've received. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. Author: TopLegal, toplegal@geocities.com (c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full. Prologue -------- As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among other S&M proclivities. Consequences ------------ My recent diary entries have focussed more on Chris' entry into my family. He continues to live with Justin and I at this point even though he will be graduating college soon. He now regularly dates men and seems to have pleasant -- non-abusive -- relationships with them. Going on around the time Chris was moving in with us, the shit really hit the fan for Dave and Rob. Life is full of hard choices and sometimes people make bad ones, back several months ago I wrote about a particularly harsh disciplinary session involving Dave, _Dinner_Party_. As you might recall he finally confessed after the fact to his affair with another man much to Rob's chagrin. As with so many things in life, sometimes, a small indescretion can leave you paying severe consequences for a long time. Results ------- Dave and Rob both went for tests after he confessed to sleeping around. I had Justin, Geof, Tom and I all do the same as well as a precautionary measure. For the four of us the results were good, HIV- and clear for other diseases. If we flew straight, so to speak, and were clean in another 6 months, we would not need to worry too much about our contact with Dave. Rob shared his test results with me in my office, in my legal capacity. I can't discuss it. Dave did similarly. Keeping much of this from Justin has been incredibly difficult since he works with me and I have hidden the files on the matters to meet my client's requests. Justin knows better than to look at my diary so I suppose I can discuss some of my feelings here. Dave and Rob no longer trust each other. Trapped in a multi-year relationship in a beautiful suburban house decorated stunningly, neither will sleep with the other or share their HIV results. Dave had me prepare the estate plan to ensure that after he dies, Rob will be taken care of. Doing that without informing anyone was difficult. I did it. All of the titles are Dave's name and most of the property will have to be sold to establish a lasting trust for Rob to the tune of several thousand a month for life. Rob is still negative and I think he suspects Dave's results. Compass Points -------------- Life can be like a standing at the section of a compass rose looking out at various directions, I felt like my life had hit one these past weeks. Our small clique had broken down, Dave and Rob no longer came to dinner. I couldn't tell my husband or friends of Dave's condition and it was like he wanted to go away and die. Nobody pushed the issue to hard, they didn't want to know. And Dave was not getting any support from Rob, who I heard through a friend, was sleeping in various people's apartments to avoid seeing Dave. Dave had revealed his HIV status to the hospital ethics committee and they had suspended him from active surgical duties. At this point, as far as I could ascertain, things were pretty much falling apart. My life on the other hand was going great. Justin and I were very firmly hitched and we had a nearly 21 year old kid in tow also, barely 9 years our junior, we had taken responsibility for his life. Where now? Escape ------ I booked the tickets, I needed a vacation, Justin, Christopher and I scheduled simultaneous 3 week vacations for a tour of London, Paris and Jerusalem. I selected the itenerary, booked first class tickets and four star hotels. We would have a great time. Week 1 was Jerusalem. As a jew, I had always wanted to visit, this would be a prime chance. Peace seemed to have a chance now and I felt confident that we could safely visit religious sites -- and some more sacreligious ones -- without fear. Week 2, Paris. Need more really be said? Week 3, London. I pre-booked a number of spankofiles from London over the net before we departed. London would be the spanking pinnacle of our trip if nothing else. Flight ------ As a limo drove us to the airport, I tried vainly to raise Dave on my cellphone, no go. Same for Rob. Geof had been reminded repeatedly by me in a private spanking the night before that Tom was keeping close records for our return, each minor infraction would be dealt with **very** severely. The three of us looked quite the jet set. I kissed Justin passionately and we made out a bit in the limo as it got caught on the expressway in traffic. The female -- lesbian -- driver seemed amused by our antics. By the time we were on the airplane itself, the Justin and I were ready to go at it in the tiny lavatory. Chris' look of disbelief and embarassment checked our behavior. When we landed at Ben Gurion airport, we headed directly for our hotel. My grasp of modern Hebrew was decent enough that I felt I was understanding most things, fortunately the hotel clerks spoke English as well and we found our suite most comfortable. Week 1: Highlights ------------------ I won't bore you with every little church and synagogue and mosque Justin insisted upon seeing. I paddled him good for dragging us all around like a bunch of tourists. I should mention also that both my husband and son were a bit shocked to receive their bedtime spankings in the hotel. The embarassment was tremendous even though I was amazingly gentle about it. I suspect the fear of discovery was what made it so terrifying. We of course visited the Wailing Wall, and I even got consigned as the tenth member of a conservative to reform minion for davening, prayer. Those years at the yeshiva were paying off. One of the men in the minion, Moshe, made eyes at me and after we finished I invited him to join Justin, Chris and I for coffee. At a little sidewalk cafe, he politely asked "Goyem?", I giggled, with a name like Christopher he better be a goy for christ's sake I thought, and Justin, well a jewish kid named Justin? "Cain," I responded politely. He smiled. My hebrew language education never covered the words for sexual gratification or the related areas of dating. For some bizzare reason that just was never covered. Similarly my knowledge of Spanish is rather restricted in that arena, although some latino friends have provided invaluable assistance. Moshe did not speak English, I soon realized and thus our conversation stayed to rather simplistic hebrew. I invited him back to the hotel with us and he came up to our suite. When Justin and Christopher stripped naked he was shocked. When I started kissing Justin with tongue, he smiled and stripped down too. Who needs language? No spanking was involved that afternoon, but we had hot steamy man sex. We also practiced it very safely with fresh condoms for each new dick/ass/mouth/cock combo. Later in the week, we had some fun with Adam who invited us to his home to give him a spanking. Adam spoke fluent English and knew exactly what he wanted. I left Christopher and Justin upstairs on his couch making out as I took him to his own basement dungeon. I selected a leather flogger from his selection of implements and pulled him over my lap, first clothed, and began spanking his firm bubble but through his American jeans. When he started muttering in Hebrew, I was certain I was starting to make an impression. I then stripped him of his clothing and put him back on my lap ass upturned. I slid the base of the flogger into his tight fuckhole and he began screaming "Lo, Lo..." or "no," in Hebrew. I rammed the butt of the flogger up his ass a good five inches and wiggled it around while slapping his ass firmly. His cock became and stayed rock hard so I ignored his pleas for mercy. After I was satisfied that the butt of the flogger had loosened his fuckhole I had him grip some handholds in the ceiling and began to strike his back, buttocks and legs with the flogger itself. Although he cried out in pain and for mercy in both English and Hebrew, his cock never softened even mildly and his hands never let go of the holds. He loved the feel of the flogger against his body, its stinging tentacle striking his body violently, lashing him with a thin yet firm red mark. I struck his back with the flogger over and over and over again till he ejaculated without my even touching his cockshaft. I stopped then and pulled him to me. We kissed warmly and he asked if he could punish my boys, I indicated that Justin would love a firm paddling and that Christopher and I would watch. Justin came downstairs with me and stretched his smooth olive complexioned body up to reach the hand grips where just moments earlier, Adam had been stretched and received a nice flogging. Adam carassed and touched Justin's body tenderly, exploring it with his hands and tongue before striking him. When the first slap of his hand struck Justin's buttocks, I could see Justin jerk slightly and then a clear red hand print appeared across his buttocks. Adam repeated the process slapping Justin's butt with one hand and then stroking Justin's hardening cockshaft with the other. It was quite a sight. Christopher and I took it all in, kissing each other a bit and watching Justin's ass grow redder as his cockshaft stayed rock hard to Adam's careful slaps. After about 50 slaps, Christopher went over and decided to suck Justin's cock so Adam could focus more on delivering a spanking. Watching Justin's cockshaft thrust into Chris' open mouth was quite a sight. Adam began using both hands to really work Justin's ass nice and red, and Justin was bucking slightly from the force, still gripping the hand holds and letting his cock slide in and out of Chris. Finally he shot a load in Chris' mouth and Chris quickly stood up and kissed Justin full on the mouth, forcing Justin to swallow some of his own cum in a hot passionate kiss while Adam kept swatting butt. The pain of a spanking after cumming is always worse and Adam kept it up for a good extra 50 swats making Justin's normally smooth olive ass a nice shade of pink. The three of us dressed and said our byes to Adam and headed back to the hotel. There I of course, delivered unto the boys their bedtime spankings and the three of us curled together for sleep. The rest of our stay in Israel was uneventful except for a call I got from my secretary which I kept secret, David had called in from the Cayman Islands he had left Robert and wanted me to revoke all of the trusts we set up earlier. I told my secretary to get his number and that I would call him and try to deal with it. Paris ----- The flight to Paris was relatively quick, and when our flight landed, I checked in with the office again for more information on Dave, he wouldn't give a phone number to reach him. "Then make him send a signed letter, otherwise I can't act on a request of this magnitude without something in writing," I told me secretary. I wanted him to cool off. Justin had found a reasonably nice cab for us and our luggage and we were on our way to a beautiful hotel in the downtown area. We had opera tickets that night and I had already remembered -- and warned Christopher -- that the seats were designed for someone who might make Tom Cruise, 5'2", seem tall, and that he would just have to make do, at 6'5". (My original estimate of 6'3" for his height was inaccurate as I learned after I took him for a routine physical.) Mind you at 6'2" myself I wasn't going to be thrilled, but Justin wanted to see an opera. The Barber of Seville was scheduled. Week 2: Highlights ------------------ Getting dressed up can be fun. I mean, I do it every day, but really getting dressed up to go out, tux and all, can be so hot. I love the way Justin looks in a Tux, always have, always will. **SMOOCH**. Chris looked great too, but a bit grumpy about the whole thing. I reminded him to behave again and enjoy himself. We dined at an elegant cafe on the sidewalks. I love the fact that in Paris the wine can be cheaper than a Coca Cola. Dinner done with, we took a cab to the opera house and reached our seats early. As I remembered from my earlier trip, the seats were tight and at 6'2", I was not thrilled myself, Chris moped, I kissed him and whispered a third and final warning to behave and just sit and enjoy it. Justin was enraptured by it and I found myself mostly staring at his dark eyes enjoying my husband's enjoyment of the spectacle. Christopher spent the entire 3 plus hours of the performance fidgeting and complaining and moving. By the time we got back to the hotel, he knew he was going to get punished for being so difficult and without my even saying anything fetched the paddle and the razor strap from my bags and then went to the corner to stand naked. I spent a long time talking to Justin ignoring Christopher and my husband and I spent a good amount of time kissing and talking passionately to each other, all but ignoring our misbehaving son. I couldn't talk about the situation with Dave to him, but we spent an hour talking as I kept an eye on Chris in the corner shivering, waiting for punishment. After a bit, Justin said he wanted to take a walk to leave me some privacy with Christopher and I agreed. I realized that since he had seen Christopher flogged back before he moved in with us, Justin had lost most of his interest in dishing out punishment, not that this displeased me in any way, I loved him every bit more for his newfound interest in spanking. In fact, if I think carefully about it, I've found that he is now the one encouraging me to spank him harder and longer in a number of situations. As soon as the door shut and Justin left, Chris jumped scared. I called him to me softly, kissed him on the forehead and then told him he knew he needed punishment and asked him politely and softly to bend over my lap. As he went over my lap he apologized for fidgeting so much and disrupting the evening. He knew better than to ask for me not to spank him. So he just kept apologizing. I took my time positioning his butt cheeks so that they were clearly exposed to the air and then picked up my razor strap. "25 strokes," I announced. This was not an atypical punishment for him for misbehaving and he found it quite intensely painful. We had established it more or less as the standard from which minor infractions went down on his chart and major ones went up. I knew how intense it could be for him, mostly because even 10 strokes for minor infractions left him quite sore for a bedtime spanking later in the day. I placed my hand over his buttocks and cupped his ass cheeks and gave him a short lecture. "Christopher, I know that it was uncomfortable in the opera house tonight, I'm nearly as tall as you, but this was very important to Justin, and you made it very difficult for him and the other opera goers to enjoy the performance. After I give you a chance to say anything you feel you need to about this, I'm going to spank your butt 25 times with the strap and then ask you to stand in the corner for an hour. Anything you want to say?" "No, Dad," he responded slowly, trying to beg for time. I laid the strap carefully across his ass lining it up squarely. I lifted it high into the air and brought it down squarely in the middle of his tender ass cheeks. The sound was intense, his gasp as he clenched to avoid crying or screaming was also intense. I repeated strapping him, slowly reddening his tender milky white ass flesh. By the time all 25 straps were done, his ass was completely a deep crimson everywhere the strap had hit and he was sobbing softly. I helped him up without kissing him and stood him back in the corner. I looked at the clock, it was already 1 AM. Justin returned shortly and we kissed and made out while Chris remained in the corner. When his corner time was over, I walked over to him and gave him a warm hug and a deep passionate kiss which he reciprocated and he apologized again to me and then to Justin who responded by kissing Christopher also. I reminded both boys of their bedtime swats and Chris moaned which produced a curt swat on his backside there and then and I pushed his nose into the corner. Justin went without any extra encouragement. I took Justin first and swatted my husband 30 times firmly. That his is lifelong price for our relationship, his right to live with me is conditioned on bedtime spankings and other rules as you know. I never use implements for these bedtime spankings, that isn't necessary. These are about giving up control to your lover. He does it without question. I finished and sent him to bed and then asked Chris to come over. His eyes begged me not to spank him further, I ignored those pleas and pulled him across my lap and dished out 20 harder than usual swats to remind him that the bedtime ritual is not to be avoided but to be embraced. He cried from it and after I finished he asked if he could kiss me and make love to me so I would know that he loved me. I hugged him tight and told him that I knew that, and I also knew that naughty boys needed punishment at times. We kissed and we made love. Some kid, huh? Paris was otherwise mostly uneventful, Christopher hooked up for three nights with a cute Parisian Jean-something or other. In the morning, when he rejoined Justin and I, he took his previous nights bedtime spanking as was the rule for him sleeping away from home. He also took pains to assure Justin and I that he was having safe sex. I appreciated that. Just as we were in the airport out of Paris to Heathrow, I reached my secretary who explained that Dave called again from a hospital in the Cayman Islands. Or more precisely that the hospital called on his behalf. He was in the intensive care and very sick, should anyone be notified. Decisions. Flight ------ Paris to London is not exactly a long flight, unless you are brooding. Dave had specifically asked me not to speak to Rob about this, and besides I wasn't certain I could reach Rob right now anyhow. I contacted the hospital when we landed and got through to Dave. Then the doctor came on and communicated some of the dimensions of the problem. Dave had tried to commit suicide. I called the firm's private investigator, explained I needed "Robert X" tracked down and then told the PI to **get** Rob on the next cayman island flight at my personal expense. A call to AmEx ensured that the tickets would be waiting for Rob. All of this, I kept from Justin, Dave had made me promise. Well, when the bills came in it wouldn't be much of secret, also the funeral wouldn't be much of one either, the doctor gave Dave about 24 hours to live due to the severity of the injuries and their inability to move him out of the hospital. London ------ I had really been looking forward to London, I had lined up spankofiles for fun from Stateside and now, I wanted those grown naughty school boys over my lap, and taking swats from me. My mind was pre-occupied and by the time we got to the theatre to see Phantom, I was lost in my own reverie completely. If it showed, Justin was polite enough not to mention it, as was Christopher. Back at the hotel room, I burned my butt on the heated towel rack positioned carefully across from the toilet so that when you stood up and turned around for toilet paper, it got you. I thought about complaining and decided against it because of the embarassment, besides it wasn't severe just a bit painful at first. Both boys took their evening spankings happily tonight with no complaints and no particularly excess embarassment. After two weeks in hotels, they realized that it was just the way of things with me and that it would happen here or at home. Chris then asked permission to hit some clubs and I agreed. He had wanted to do things fairly separate from Justin and I here in London and I had agreed, but I reminded him no more dominatrixes, he laughed, and kissed me, then I gave him a couple hundred quid and a duplicate of my AmEx card I had gotten for him so he could do what he wanted. He said he would stay at the hotel and would catch up any missed bedtime spankings, I nodded as he headed out and Justin and I fell against one another in hot steamy man sex. I'll skip the tourist sights Justin and I hit up and concentrate on each of the naughty boys I spanked. Justin stayed out of it all and saw shows each night. Boy 1: Marc ----------- Marc and I had chatted for about a year on the internet, although recently, not so much, when I indicated I would be bringing a lochgelly tawse with me. He snapped up spanking slot #1 and made me promise I would beat him sore with it. I did, we met at his flat. He answered the door in a soccer outfit, and looked barely legal although he insisted he was 22. The soccer shorts seemed almost see through to me and I could see the firm butt that was in them and I wanted it. He had indicated that he wanted no sex or sexual contact and I had agreed to that although seeing his 5'4" stocky body all muscular and hairy, and his caulky pale white skin, I wanted to ram my 8" of meat right up his tight fuck hole. We had worked out the scenario he wanted: a coach spanking a team member for failing to show up for a big game. We chatted for a few minutes and then I sent him out to the kitchen area of his flat and sat down behind the desk after pulling it to the center of the room and laying my tawse on it. I called him in, "Marc, get your ass in here." He came in alert and scared. I looked at him carefully, "Marc, you been doing something I out to know about?" His eyes bulged in terror as I picked up the tawse and toyed with it in my hand. He shook his head. "Marc, you see, I couldn't help but notice that my star goalee wasn't at the game yesterday." He shook his head terrified, "Coach, I was running late, my mum's car broke..." I interupted him by slapping the tawse hard on the desk. "No excuses, you a part of this team or not?" "Coach," he wined. "Listen Marc," I continued, "I've had enough of your crap, here are your choices: walk out the door and get the fuck off my team you sissy prick or take a whupping like a man and walk the straight and narrow for the rest of the season." Indecision, terror, I could see it in his eyes. "Coach, please, I want to be on the team." "Then bend your prissy little ass over my desk now and take it like a man," I barked. I saw his cock stiffen in terror, he wanted this scenario so bad. Slowly and with much hesitation, Marc bent over my desk. I pulled his shorts down much to his astonishment and left them at his ankles. I did the same to his underwear, but if he thought to say anything, he managed to keep it, wisely, to himself. His ass was stunning and hairy, a nice small, firm ass that looked beautiful to touch and squeeze, but also to spank. I could see his tense fuckhole that I wanted badly, but I reminded myself of my holy purpose. I placed my arm on his back and then unceremoniously began thrashing him with the tawse. He let me know it hurt -- ALOT -- very early into the beating. By the time I was rock hard turned on at the sight of his sore hairy ass, a mere 10 or so strokes in, he was begging "Coach" to stop, By my 20th or so stroke, his ass was solid deep crimson, and he was crying and sobbing relentlessly. His plump hairy ass was weltering up in spots and he would be **very** sore. I moved the tawse lower, just below his buttocks and resumed punishing him on the back of his legs and his inner thighs. We had agreed that no pleas would be paid attention to and that he would receive as much as I felt he needed. 20 more strokes and he was hoarse from pleading me to stop beating him. Another 20 even lower on his legs and his pleas were inaudible. Mind you the fucker's cock stayed rock solid at attention throughout the thrashing and I could tell he was loving every minute of it. It felt so good to be beating him so violently, my cock wanted to explode inside his ass or mouth with cum. I lifted him off the desk and asked him if he needed more to understand why he needed to come to games, he gave me the middle finger and I slapped him across the face. I forced him down onto his sore welted backside and beat his nipples with the tawse firmly till they were swelling. I asked again. He gave me the finger again. I beat his tender testicles with the tawse a few times, he struggled but stayed hard. I was amazed. His ball sacs were red, his pleas inaudible from screaming, and I was certain he wanted me. Again, I asked if he knew that I expected him at games and practice? He paused contemplating the soreness of his body and nodded in resignation finally. I stood him up and asked him to apologize to me. Slowly and softly, his voice almost inaudible, he apologized for missing the game and thanked me for punishing him rather than kicking him off the team. I was amazed how much he took and really wanted to get him off or get off myself. He looked to my bag and I put the tawse away signaling that the scene was over. He stayed naked, and bruised too, and stuck out his hand and thinking me. He let me know that it was the most anyone had ever done and he loved it. He loved being so sore, his Coach had been a real sadist from what I had heard, so it didn't surprise me he was this turned on by severe beatings, I knew he wanted it too. I thanked him back and asked if I could be of any other help. He shook his head, and I left, horny, mind you. I fucked Justin's brains out to get some relief when I reached the hotel. Boy 2: Tony ----------- Tony had sent me some pictures, the old fashioned way, by postal mail, so I knew exactly what to expect when I arrived. He was a gorgeous older man, 47 as I recall. He had been spanked as a school boy and loved the cane, dearly. As promised, I showed up by 3 pm at his flat on his day off. It would be like old times for him. We shook hands vigorously and chatted about politics, the upcoming British elections, corporal punishment in schools, you name it. By 4:30, I sent him to put on the school uniform he had talked about as I looked over some of the piles of work mounting on his desk. When he returned dressed like a teen, he looked every bit the part. He gasped audibly at my hands on the red file on his desk. "I see you turned this in late, young man," I said. He stammered like he was just a 14 year old facing daddy or his head prefect, the excuses rambled, the conclusion, pleading to avoid the cane. I threw the file onto the ground and ordered him to pick it up. He scrambled quickly to get it back in order, I love the sight of his body scurrying on the ground. He was hot. I had brought a cane with me and pulled it from out of my bag. At 4' long and 1/8" round, I felt certain it would make an impression. Tony gasped at the cane and scurried faster to get the folder back in order. As he put it on the desk I shoved him over the desk and placed my hand against the small of his back pinning him down. I quickly brought the cane down on his covered buttocks several times as he obviously strained to avoid screaming out. When I finished the first ten strokes, I yanked his shorts down and stood him, ass to the world in his back window. I watched his face closely seeing the tears held back in his eyes, his embarassment. I opened my pants and stroked my hard throbbing 8" tool. He hated being fucked after a caning he told me, he had been his prefect's boy which also meant that if he did need to be caned, his ass got it two ways, first the cane followed by a public run down the hall, bottomless and then later that night, with his prefect's cock. After stroking my cock for a while I went over to him and pushed him back over the desk. He didn't protest, knowing that would only make it worse. I borought the cane down violently on his ass 10 more times, each stroke of the cane left a perfect narrow channel, red compared to his surrounding pale white ass flesh. Once I finished, I slid a condom onto my cock shaft and fucked him through and through. He had managed not to cry till then, but the push of my cock against his fuckhole and he cried like the 14 year old he was dressed as. My full 8" slid into him and I pulled him up to me. Grabbing his chest with my hands and putting my hands on his nipples, yanking them hard I kissed the nape of his neck. Then I whispered the order, five minutes to shoot with my cock in his ass or 15 strokes, and on and on till he shot in the time limit. He cried louder and moaned, then he quickly started working on his cockshaft without any help from me. Too late, at 5 minutes, I pulled out and forced him over the desk again. Whack, whack, whack. I worked the cane visciously landing 15 extremely brutal strokes across his ass and raising up several quite pleasant looking welts. My cock was back in pumping him before he realized the caning was over. You got five minutes before that cane brutalize you 20 more times I whispered and he moaned in pleasure. Seconds before I was about to withdraw and punish him again, his cock erupted like a volcano and I felt him trembling around my cock shaft, the sensation triggered my orgasm which although it didn't fill his hole because of the condom, I knew he appreciated. We kissed with lots of tongue, the punishment part over and he thanked me for assisting him with staying on the ball. I let him get changed without saying more and then when he came down, we got an early dinner together at 6 where he met Justin. I loved the fact that he was uncomfortable sitting. Death ----- I had given strict orders not to leave Justin messages, but he told me the office had called. A call to the office confirmed my worst suspicions, by midnight our family was at Heathrow waiting for a flight back to the states. Chris had wanted to stay, but knew not to push the issue with me. Justin said nothing the whole flight back, he was furious with me for keeping everything secret. When we landed in the states, Geof met us at the airport and drove us back to my place where Rob was now camped out. He had never made it to the islands and was a mess of tears and had camped out in Chris' room. Tom was waiting also, Tom spoke harshly to me about keeping everything a secret. Then we talked about the future for Rob, and selling the house quickly to ensure that there would be plenty of money for a while. It is just amazing how professionals can compartmentalize like that. Scores to Settle ---------------- Geof had earned himself plenty of spankings, which I scheduled him for spread out over the coming week before he left for home. Every night for the rest of the week, he would be over for 50 firm strokes of the razor strap, not counting any other punishments he might rack up. Ouch. Tom and Geof left, taking Rob with them, Rob would later move in with them to be closer to the theater. Before bed, Chris apologized for arguing with me about coming home and took 20 firm strokes with the Tawse that had been so effective at brutalizing Marc. In a moment of weakness, the sheer effectiveness of the tawse convinced me to spare him a bedtime spanking and he sucked my cock to thank me for the reprieve. Then I tucked him in and headed to the master bedroom. Justin's eyes accused me. "How could you..." he started. I walked over and slapped his exposed butt 10 times. Singaling that I didn't want to discuss the issue. "I couldn't sweetie, I couldn't," I told him as he cried in my arms. He got spared a bed time spanking too. Write the Author ---------------- **E-MAIL THE AUTHOR** These stories are e-mail'ware at this point. The first story in this series, _Spanking_Party_, was written on a lark and the feedback convinced me to keep writing. My thanks to everyone who has written in and thanked me or shared their own stories. Continued e-mail means more stores. Keep in touch with me at <mailto:toplegal@geocities.com>.