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Jim nervously dragged himself forward, the butterflies in his stomach urging him to stay in the elevator and ride it back to the ground floor. Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. He squirmed, trying to get away, but Craig simply leant on him with more weight, holding him still while he continued to land spank after spank on his previously untouched hole.

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Join Leonardo on his journey of abuse and suffering at the hands of his own family, who despise him with every fibre of their being. We were having dinner at a local restaurant after one of out discipline sessions with Sandra and Don.

Paddle & Pride: A Spanking Story That Stings When my family relocated to the humid heat of Houston, Texas in the late s, I learned a deadly new phrase: “Corporal punishment”. The elevator doors sliding open broke his train of thought and revealed a dimly lit hallway.

Jim immediately blushed, suddenly realizing the situation that he had gotten himself into. Jim could see the outline of his deltoids through the white shirt he was wearing, his extended arm still propping the door open for him to enter the apartment.

All three were just eighteen years of age, all gay young boys, anxious gay be trained as houseboys. He quickly herded the three lads out to the training room. People who hate him with a burning passion but love his twin.

Jim's legs began moving on their own, pivoting on the spot and walking away from the door. Jim stood alone in the cramped elevator, his mind racing. Suddenly an aroma hit him, filling his head with musky, almost sweet smell that seemed to float around his mind.

Blue eyes behind a thick black beard looked Jim up and down, assessing him, prying into the man that stood in the hall. He ignored the anxious words being spoken in the back of his mind and turned down the hall, heading in the direction ofthe apartment that he had been instructed to find.

His vision suddenly flashed bright red with pain as Craig spanked him firmly and directly on his tender asshole. Only for Craig's large frame to lean forward, pressing into him as he passed by. The last two days of anticipation had been enough to fill him with doubt, but they were nothing compared to the final ascent to the agreed upon address.

He seemed a foot taller that Jim, his shoulder's almost impossibly wide. All too quickly. A quick shuffle and Jim had crossed dtory threshold into the apartment. Jim immediately took note of the expensive leather couches and the large oak table, this was the apartment of a wealthy man.

As the boys entered, their faces paled as they saw Josh, stripped naked and facing the corner with the fiery wpaddle on his butt now raised and on public display. Jim's brain told his arm to reach out and knock on the wooden door, but the signal was lost along the way.

His throat dried up and his hands began to shake, his normal response to stressful situations. Aren't they supposed to be family? Only when he got close did he understand the slave height and size of the man before him.

Jim turned and saw the broad shoulders of the man that he had contacted. What happens. The building looked simple from the outside, but the apartment was expansive. He passed several doors, all with gold numbers nailed on the outside, freezing as he arrived at the correct door.

A once happy family, now drifting apart. He'd only taken two steps when the handle suddenly sprang to life and the heavy wooden door shifted inwards. Just what happened to make them drift apart and why do they hate him? Being the anxious guy that he was, Jim turned his back to the man and tried to pass by without touching him.

It was also here that Jim noticed that he had only left a small gap for Jim to pass through. Jim's skin broke out in goosebumps as he felt Craig's solid build lean against him, and for a moment, his breath against the back of his head. Captured in the net of worry and anxiety that had plagued him his entire life.