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Paul Gets a "D.A.D." Daddy - Part 5

Ch. 5: Daddy Puts Paul to Bed

During the whole of Paul’s first day on Shep’s farm, he never experienced any feelings of homesickness because he had never really had a home. Because his parents were never really a mother or father to him, Paul had no sense of loss in their absence (Hell, they were always absent!). In point of fact, no one had ever given him the kind of attention that Shep, or even Johnny Langley, had given him.

When the last two chores had been completed, Shep took Paul around and showed him how a farm was put to bed for the night. During that process, Paul passed a bunkhouse where Johnny Langley and three other farmhands (who Paul had yet to see or meet) lived.

"You’ll meet all the men tomorrow, most likely," Shep told him. Then the two of them retired to Shep’s house to get ready for dinner.

"Before we eat, I suggest we hit a shower; we don’t want to compete with the smell of the food!"

Shep took Paul by the hand and lead the boy into a large bathroom between Paul’s room "(Paul Flynn’s Headquarters" ) and Shep’s big bedroom. Shep skinned off Paul’s clothes and let him stand naked on the brown and white furry bathrub while he stipped off his overalls (carefully placing his pipe on a shelf over the sink). Paul had never seen a grown man naked before, and he was impressed with Shep’s muscular build and hairy torso. Shep turned on the shower and felt the water for a few moments before turning to Paul.

"Here we go, son," Shep said, and he scooped Paul up in his big hairy arms as though he were five instead of eleven.

"Hey, what’re you doin’?" Paul said.

Shep didn’t answer. He just held the boy next to his furry chest and stepped into the shower with him. Shep put Paul’s head under the shower water and Paul, instinctively, and without considering, threw his arms around Shep’s neck and hid his face in the man’s chest.

Shep chuckled warmly and rubbed the water all around Paul’s warm hair and head. Then he gently rubbed the warm water down the boy’s back and bottom. Shep put on a little more of the cold water and Paul automatically hugged him harder.

Shep grinned at the boy’s embrace and hugged him back. Shep kissed the top of Paul’s head and held the boy out into the stream of water so that it sluiced down his chest. Paul put his head down as the water ran down his face and Shep wiped the water away and stood Paul up in the tub. Then Shep took up a bar of soap and started to wash Paul.

"I can do it," Paul said, closing his eyes and reaching out blindly for the soap.

"No you can’t," Shep said simply and scrubbed Paul’s arms and back. He took hold of the top of Paul’s head, with one hand, and rotated him around so he could scrub his back. Paul used the soap and the flat of his hand to lather Paul’s bottom and legs, then he turned the boy around. Shep rubbed the soap in his hand and then reached down and started cleaning Paul’s penis and crotch area.

The boy backed away, but Paul put one hand on the back of Paul’s neck and held him forward while he cleaned the boy thoroughly.

"When you work on a farm," Shep said, gently soaping between Paul’s legs, "you’ve got to be really careful to get yourself clean everywhere."

Shep shampooed Paul’s hair and then let the boy rinse off while he lathered himself. Paul got all the soap out of his hair and looked up at the man who was now covered with white lather. Shep rinsed off in the shower and then pulled a big towel from a rack and briskly dried himself.

Shep stepped out of the tub and lifted Paul out. He wrapped a second towel around the boy and fluffed him up. Paul felt warm and comfortable in the towel. After wrapping him up and getting off the excess water, Shep dried the boy thoroughly and took him into his room.

"Might as well put on your night shirt," Shep said. He opened a drawer and took out a long sleeping shirt and put it on Paul’s bed.

"I usually wear pajamas," Paul said, looking at the shirt.

"Not here," Shep said simply. "I’m gonna put on a shirt and some boxers to cook dinner in. You put on that nightshirt and join me in the kitchen."

Shep left the room and Paul stared at the nightshirt. It looked ridiculous, and he stared at it contemptuously before picking it up. If he argued about it, he suspected he’d wind up getting spanked, so Paul pulled the nightshirt over his head.

The shirt had a v neck in front and fell to just below his knees. Paul noticed a pair of slippers next to the bed and put those on as well. Then he went out to the kitchen.

Shep had already marsheled a lot of food when Paul came on the scene. Vegetables were being chopped, meat was marinating, a big pot was on the stove with water in it, and in moments Shep had organized Paul into a fully active part of the process.

The dinner that was produced was delicious; a rich stew that both Shep and Paul enjoyed with a hot loaf of bread. Shep admitted that the bread had not been made at the farm but was delivered daily.

After dinner clean-up, Shep took Paul into the living room where a fire was started in the fireplace. Then Shep took out a checker board and asked Paul if he played. Paul had played checkers at some point, but it wasn’t a game he had ever played regularly and knew very little about.

"Gotta know how to play checkers," Shep said, and he set up the board. For about two hours, Shep and Paul played checkers and talked. Most of the conversation surrounded the game and how they played, but through that talk, Shep learned a great deal about his new ‘son.’ And Paul learned that this new man in his life was a good listener.

Finally, after Paul had won a game (possibly on his own merit), Shep yawned and closed the board.

"It’s time for bed, son," he said.

Paul yawned in response. "I’m tired,"he said simply.

"Working on a farm does that to ya," Shep said smiling, "and you can go off to bed in a few minutes, but we have something to do first."

Paul looked at Shep and then started to tremble. He looked at the fireplace. A pair of slippers was warming on the hearth. Paul remember Shep’s words before he had hairbrushed him.

"Bring Daddy his slipper," Shep said. As he said this, he took out his pipe and put it in his mouth. He struck a match with his thumbnail and lit the tobacco.

Paul looked at Shep pleadingly, but didn’t say anything.

Shep sat up a little taller in his chair. "Bring Daddy the slipper, son and climb over my lap. You know what to do."

Paul started to cry.

"I....I...didn’t do anything," he said.

Shep shook his head. "This is therapy, son, not punishment. Now mind me, and do what I told you."

"But we were having a good time...."

"Do what I told you..." Shep repeated, and his voice was a little lower and slightly threatening.

With tears running down his cheeks, Paul got up and went to the hearth. Unconsciously, his right hand reached around and held on to his buttocks. In his mind, Paul was already feeling the pain and trying to both protect himself and clench it away.

Paul picked up one of the slippers and walked over to Shep. Shep sat upright in his straight-backed chair smoking his pipe. His face was impassive. Paul handed Shep the slipper and Shep took it in his right fist.

Paul looked at Shep’s lap; somehow the man seemed to have gotten taller. His legs were tree trunks and his lap was on a high plateau.

Shep lifted his arms off his his knees making room for his son. Paul came around to Shep’s right side and leaned over his right knee. He grabbed hold of Shep’s left leg and pulled himself up and over the man’s lap. Shep did not help Paul, but sat unmoving, while the boy put himself in position.

Only when Paul was completely still across his knees, did Shep put his left arm over Paul’s back to lock him in place and use his right thumb and index finger to take hold of the end of Paul’s nightshirt.

Shep lifted the night shirt up and over Paul’s little bottom. Shep pulled the shirt up to the bottom of the boy’s rib cage completely exposing his behind. Shep began patting the boy with the slipper.

"Paul, I love you very much," Shep said, smacking Paul’s backside a little harder with the leather slipper, "but Dads and son have a special relationship and you need to understand how that works."

Shep began to spank Paul with the slipper. First the spanks were firm, but not painful, then they began to hurt.

Paul tried to move, to shift so the slipper wouldn’t fall in the same place, but Shep’s arm wouldn’t let him.

Shep punished the same spaces over and over and over. Soon Paul began to whimper and then to cry.

Paul raised the slipper higher and higher and the spanks were harder and harder. Paul cried and started kicking a little.

Shep spanked Paul all across his bottom; the top, the center the lower part over and over and over. Tears streamed down Paul’s face and he kicked his bare legs as the round globes of his boy-bottom got redder and redder and redder.

All at once, as Shep continued his spanking, never commenting, Paul began to call out to him.

"Oooow! Ooooh, daddy! Please no more!"

Shep almost stopped, but he gauged the color of the the boy’s backside and continued spanking it.

Paul sobbed loudly and heart-breakingly. "Daddy! Daddy!" he called out. "Don’t! Don’t daddy, it hurts so much!"

"Just a little more son. Daddy has to hurt spank you a little more," Shep said, his own voice rough with surpressed emotion.

He continued to spank Paul.

Paul became more frantic for the space of two minutes; his head moved from side to side while tears dashed from his eyes, his legs kicked more wildly and his hands splayed out frantically. Then, all at once, the boy seemed to collapse on the man’s lap and just wept silently .

Shep continued to spank Paul.

As the slipper rose and fell on the apple-red little behind on his knee, Shep heard Paul sob, "Ooh, daddy, do you still love me?"

Shep put down the slipper, put his pipe by the side of the chair, picked the weeping boy up off of his lap and folded him into his arms. Paul sobbed as though his heart would break while Shep rocked him back and forth.

"Ssh," Shep’s deep voice rumbled softly in Paul’s ear. "Ssh, little boy, your daddy loves you all the time. Daddy spanks you because he loves you. Sometimes you have to hurt someone you love in order to help them grow up."

Shep held the back of Paul’s head with one hand and his hot bare little bottom with the other.

He stood up from the chair with the boy in his arms and walked about the room as he would with an unhappy baby. Paul’s arms were wound tightly around Shep’s neck. Shep stooped down, retreaved his pipe from the floor and put it in a pocket of his t-shirt. He carried Paul down the hall to his bedroom and only put on the night light beside the door.

Holding Paul in one strong arm, Shep pulled down the bedclothes and then sat on the edge of the bed with the boy. He continued to rock him in his arms until Paul’s crying turned into little sighs and he felt the boy’s wet drool on his shoulder.

Smiling, Shep slid the sleeping boy into the bed and tucked the quilt up around his neck. Then Shep sat in a chair beside his sleeping son and took out his pipe. He tapped the ashes into his palm and shook them out into a waste basket. Then he stuck the empty pipe into his mouth and sucked on it while he watched Paul sleep.

(to be continued)