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Discipline House - Part 4

Chapter 6: High Father’s John’s Disciplinary Methods

"Leave them with me," the MAN said, and his voice was a beautifully modulated bass.

The two D.A.D.s slightly bent their heads in respect and left; the door of HighFather John’s chambers closesd behind David and Harry.

High Father John walked around his desk and stood between David and Harry. Both boys instinctively moved closer together and clasped their hands behind their back in an instinctive gesture of respect and submission. The figure that towered over them, made the scene almost comical. The two adolescents looked like toddlers brought before their father for punishment which, of course, was pretty much the case.

High Father John took placed a hand on each boy’s shoulder and, privately, each boy was amazed at just the weight of the hand.

"Let’s have a seat, so we can talk," High Father John said. He escorted the boys to a tall, high backed chair at the side of the room. High Father John seated himself in the big chair and the boys realized, that even seated, the MAN was taller than they were.

"Now," said High Father John with a slight smile that turned up the ends of his moustache, "lets have a little father and sons talk, shall we?"

The MAN reached out and picked David up, off the floor, and sat him on one of his enormous knees. Then, as Harry was about to take an instinctive step backward, he was picked up and placed on the other knee. Neither David’s nor Harry’s feet reached the floor from their perches on High Father John’s lap.

Each of the MAN’s arms wrapped possessively around a boy’s waist with the palm of that hand landing, and holding on to the boy’s thigh. Neither David nor Harry were going anywhere unless High Father wanted them to.

"David. Harry. Tell me how you are. How are you doing at your studies? Are you happy?" High Father John saw the surprise registered in the boys’ eyes and smiled, his teeth gleamed. "How do I know your names? I know the names of all my boys. You probably have no notion of the work I do, but I will tell you that the High Fathers have responsibility for every aspect of DISCIPLINE HOUSE.

‘We worry about our boys, of course, and want to be sure that you’re all happy and being raised to be good men, but there is a lot more going on here then just raising children like yourselves. DISCIPLINE HOUSE is a huge facility with many, many functions. We are doing scientific research and medical research and trying to find ways to make life better and fix our planet."

By this time, Harry’s natural assertiveness began to overcome his awe of the MAN, and he asked, "Is that what we saw down there? Research?"

High Father John patted Harry’s thigh and Harry winced. "Damn, that hand is heavy," he thought.

"Of course it was, but it was supposed to be highly secret. However, hold off on that for a few minutes; we’ll get to it, I assure you. I still want to know about the two of you."

For the next thirty minutes, all of which were spent on High Father’s John’s lap, David and Harry talked about themselves. David said that he was interested in becoming a writer, and Harry said that he wanted to be trained to be a Big Brother and then a D.A.D. Harry looked at David when he said this and gave his friend a sly smile. Harry meant the smile to remind David that, only a few hours ago, Harry had practice being a D.A.D. on David’s backside. David’s cheeks turned crimson, and he looked at High Father John in some embarrassment.

"You two are good friends?" High Father John said.

"David’s my budd," Harry said possessively.

High Father John looked at Harry intensely. The blue eyes seemed to look deep into Harry’s retinas and beyond them, to his brain. "...And more than a buddy, perhaps?" the MAN asked.

David wiggled uncomfortably on High Father’s knee and the MAN turned to him at once. "Sit still, David!" he said firmly. And David sat perfectly still.

High Father John turned back to Harry. "Did you see that?’ he asked Harry. "Did you see how David obeyed me immediately and without question? Does he obey you?"

Harry frowned in confusion and looked across the space between the MAN’s knees at this friend. Then Harry grinned in satisfaction, "Yeah!" he said. "Yeah, he obeys me. He knows he better."

"Or?" High Father John asked.

Harry stared at H igh Father John, his own light blue eyes locking on the MAN’s. "Or I put him over my knee," Harry said, his grin vanishing and his voice suddenly serious. David’s cheeks flamed and he suddenly remembered Harry smacking him in the exercise room, when David wasn’t sure that he wanted to continue with the map search, and saying firmly, "There’s plenty more where that came from."

"If you were a High Father and young David was brought to you for going to a forbidden place in DISCIPLINE HOUSE," High Father John said, "what would you do, Harry?"

Harry’s face remained serious, and David could see that his friend was giving the question some serious thought.

"I’d look into the whole things of course," Harry said. "Find out how and why he did what he did?"

"....and?" the MAN asked.

"And...depending on the answer is how I would counsel David." David flushed. Harry was using his name; he was really into this, giving it serious consideration.

"Good," said High Father John, "a D.A.D. is first and foremost a counselor to his son."

"But," Harry interrupted, "along with the Devotion, there has to be Discipline."

David looked back and forth from High Father John to Harry.

"Hm," said the MAN.

"I would administer a very serious spanking with my D.A.D. regulation hairbrush," Harry said. "And I wouldn’t just spank David," he continued. "I would lay him in my lap and spank him for a good long time, but then I would stop and counsel him, maybe while he did some reflective corner time. Yeah," Harry said, thinking hard, "I would alternate punishment sessions with counseling, so David would come to understand how intimately the two were related.

‘The more serious it was, the longer it would go on. If it was something really serious, it might need to go on for several days, with meals and other activities thrown in, but always with David’s understanding that the Discipline wasn’t over. And it wouldn’t be over until I felt certain that he was in a different place and I had my point really clearly! Oh yeah, there would have to be change in the boy."

David rallied. "I’m not the only ‘boy’ in this room!" he said to Harry.

High Father John didn’t look at David; he kept his eyes on Harry. "Because David is naturally submissive, Harry, he is easily lead astray. You, yourself, have successfully done that time and time again. David needs to learn, really learn, to use his own judgement."

Harry listened.

"You both will be well-disciplined for breaking rules, but you must be the person who punishes David. That’s how it must be from now on. You, and nobody else but you, will undertake David’s training and upbringing."

Harry frowned, "But I’m not even a Big Brother yet," he said.

"You soon will be, and it doesn’t matter. You have already, naturally, assumed that role with David. David is your little brother now and someday he will be your ‘son;’ perhaps even more than that."

High Father John told Harry that he could stand up and released the boy. Harry slid off of the MAN’s knee and stood in front of him. High Father John kept David on his lap as he spoke to Harry.

"You will open that wardrobe...." High Father John gestured to the double-doored closet ".....and inside you will find a number of disciplinary implements. You will select two of them; one will be the hairbrush you spoke of earlier and the other will be a wide leather strap. I will use the strap on you, and you will use the hairbrush on David. Get them now."

Harry went to the closet, opened it and found the items High Father John had described. He also found a veritable arsenal of other supplies, but he did not take the time to examine or think about them. He took the strap and the hairbrush (it was unusually large) and brought them to High Father John.

From his place on High Father’s knee, David saw that Harry was gripping the hairbrush with authority. "He’s already thinking about using it on me. That fuck!" At the same time as David felt anger, he felt an unmistakable sense of arrousal. It was the feeling he always got when Harry took control of things.

Harry handed High Father John the strap and the MAN said, "Thank you, Harry. Now I’m going to take you both to another part of my apartments."

High Father John lifted David down from h is knee and put his hand on David’s neck. He placed his other hand on Harry’s shoulder and escorted the boys to the door on the other side of the room.

Through the door was the rest of High Father John’s apartment. There was a large dining area, where many people could sit and eat or conference. There was no kitchen, but there was a ‘food unit’ which High Father could program to give him any food he desired.

The MAN lead them down a hallway, past a large bathroom with a sunken tub and into a large bedroom.

"This is where I sleep," High Father John said, "and this," he said, leading them to a door within his bedroom, " is where you two will sleep and stay for a time." He opened the door and ushered the boys inside.

They saw a large, spare, but not unattractive chamber. There was a king-sized bed in the center of it which, despite a colored comforter, was much more than a bed. It was a machine! The bed itself was mounted into a large metallic frame that had dials, buttons and an assortment of gadgetry attached to it. David noticed straps and restraint devices, and Harry was aware of computerized monitors.

The floor of the room was some sort of synthetic tile that added warmth to the room, but was also contradictorily clinical. There was an omnicomp in one corner of the room, next to a desk and a large bookshelf. A well-equipped entertainment unit was on the third wall and the boys saw a music system, video projection unit, and electronic game component. The fourth wall was reserved for a number of exercise machines.

"David, you will stay here while Harry and I go into my room. We will be quite a time, so you can feel free to amuse yourself in anyway you like."

High Father John didn’t wait for David to ask or say anything. He took Harry out of the room and closed the door. David heard the unmistakable sound of ‘locking.’ He hurried to the door and tried to open it, but he had been correct; the door was locked.

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It was a very long time before Harry returned. In fact it was more than four hours. David had spent the first hour examining the bed and getting more anxious with each new discovery. Too many features of the bed reminded David of what he and Harry had seen in the secret room below.

During the next three hours David alternately read, listened to music, exercised and tried to hear what was going on in High Father John’s room. It was impossible. The walls were completely soundproof.

Finally, the door opened and Harry stepped in first, followed by High Father John. David saw, in an instant, that Harry had the D.A.D. regulation hairbrush in his fist. David also saw that Harry looked unusually serious and composed. Whatever had gone on between Harry and High Father John was undetectable as Harry walked over to where David was sitting at the entertainment unit.

Harry stood over David and David glimpsed High Father John go over and take a seat at the desk on the other side of the room.

"Get up Davie," Harry said, and David stood up.

Harry turned around the chair that David had been sitting in and sat in it himself. He kept the hairbrush in his right hand and with his left he reached out and took David’s hand.

"High Father John had a long talk with me, Davie, long and painful I have to add," Harry grinned meaningfully and David smiled back. When Harry got that gleam in his eye, David always smiled back.

"I shouldn’t have taken that map....yeah, I told him the truth.....and I shouldn’t have talked you into coming with me where we didn’t belong." Harry looked around David to High Father John, David turned his head and looked too.

"I can’t lie High Father," Harry said to the man, "I can’t tell Davie, here, that I’m real unhappy that we discovered that secret room; you’d know I was lying if I said that." The MAN nodded his head, and Harry turned his attention back to David.

"I’m always going to push the limits, Davie," Harry said, "but High Father is going to show me how to push the limits in a productive way. He’s going to train me personally.....to be a Big Brother and a D.A.D., so I can get involved in what’s going on here."

David suddenly felt irritated, and not a little jealous. Harry was being everything! Harry had had a private session with High Father John; apparently the session had been both discipline and counseling, but Harry had certainly come out of it okay. He was sitting comfortably enough. Now Harry was going to be personally trained by a High Father.

"Great, for you!" David said. "What about me?"

"That’s the next thing. You know how I feel about you. I feel.....I don’t know how to say it, I feel protective, I guess. But I also feel angry. I feel angry that you let me get you into trouble, that you don’t help me not to get into trouble." Harry let go of David’s hand and ran his fingers through his own red hair.

"You’re a brat, Davie. But I’m responsible! You shouldn’t listen to me when I have ‘bad’ ideas, but I accept responsibility for that. It’s my fault, but I’m still going to punish you for it! I’m going to learn to handle my role in your life in a better way, but since you listen to me, you might as well learn that you’re also accountable to me. Do you understand?"

"No!" said David. "You’re not my boss, Harry. You think you’re hot shit, but you’re just a kid yourself....hey!......."

Harry’s face turned into a thundercloud, and before David could finish, he reached out, grabbed his arm and pulled David down and across his lap.

Harry put his left arm under David and held him down with a fistful of his onepiece. Then Harry made use of the buttons that were a feature of all onepiece suits. The buttons lined the waist at the back of the onepiece and, when unbuttoned, allowed you to take down a large piece of material that, otherwise, constituted the seat of the suit.

Harry didn’t unbotton the onepiece; he was too angry for that. He grabbed the material and yanked, the button flew off and the material unfolded revealing David’s bare bottom. There was no trace of the earlier spanking, rapid repair was the result of bottoms that had been conditioned to spanking for many years.

Harry firmed up his grip on the D.A.D. official hairbrush and tapped David’s buttocks cheeks with it. David flexed and unflexed his butt muscles in fearful anticipation.

"You need to exercise your own good judgement Davie-boy," Harry said. "It doesn’t matter who tries to get you to do something; you need to do what you know is right."

David turned his head as much as he could and saw High Father John watching intently. David was horrified. He had never been spanked before anyone other than the person who spanked him. He felt incredibly vulnerable and hideously ashamed.

"Don’t spank me, Harry, please don’t. Not with him here!"

Harry reached down and put the hairbrush on the floor. "That was disrespectful, Davie," Harry said. He opened his hand and raised it over his head; then he brought it down ‘hard’ on David’s backside.

SMACK!

David bounced on Harry’s lap.

"OW!"

"I love ya, Davie, you know I do," Harry said. "But I have to teach you...."

Harry spanked David another two times.

SMACK! SMACK!

David bounced over Harry’s knees, and could feel his friend’s handprints raise up on his bottom.

"Ooh, Harry. Please do it in private."

SMACK! SMACK!

David gasped. Harry’s hand felt bigger and harder than he remembered it.

"Har-ry, High Father John, please!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sheet force of the wallops brought tears to David’s eyes. He blinked furiously. He was not going to break down while High Father John sat and watched him being punished.

"I’m sorry, David," High Father John said, "but I have to watch the administration of your spanking."

"Ow! Oooh, Harry, please, stop!" Harry had given David three more swats, in the same spot at the bottom of his behind. "I didn’t see you punish Harry," David said to High Father John, his voice cracking as he spoke.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

David gulped and blinked again. Those humiliating tears would keep coming into his eyes.

"You will not see that!" High Father John said. "But I will often be a witness when Harry has to spank you. I am well aware of how humiliating it is, perhaps that will enduce you to behave and obey."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

David began to lose track of how many times Harry had walloped him. He tried to concentrate on bearing the burning and dealing with the embarrassment. He wasn’t sure which one of these was brnging him to tears quicker.

Then, Harry paused and David could feel him stoop. David had forgotten about the hairbrush. That incredibly large oval paddle with the grooming bristles on the other side. A D.A.D.’s favorite disciplinary tool and a boy’s nemisis; the hairbrush.

Harry got a firm grip on the smooth handle of the brush and raised it over David’s bottom. He wouldn’t start with a full arm swing, that would bring Davie over the limit too soon, and he had to start working on the counseling part of the session.

"Davie," Harry said. "Do you understand why I’m giving you this licking?"

"Yes!" David answered stupidly and in anger, "because you think you’re hot shit!"

Harry looked over at High Father John and didn’t respond in anger to David’s words. "I told you, David. I love you and you’re mine forever. But I have to be responsible for your behavior."

Harry spanked David with the hairbrush, and David began to cry. When the hard wooden back of the brush began to crack against David’s already red fanny, and Harry spoke about ‘love’ , David lost it. He burst into tears and sobbed like a boy of eight getting a paddy whacking from his daddy.

Harry would spank David with the hairbrush for a few minutes, then stop. He let go of the front of David’s onepiece and used his own fingers to wipe the tears from David’s eyes and push back his damp hair.

"Davie boy, I’m going to hug and kiss you as soon as this is over, but you’ve got to show me that you understand. Now, why am I giving you this lickin’?"

David wanted to tell Harry something he wanted to hear, but he couldn’t do it. "Why can’t I do it?" David asked himself. He didn’t know the answer, but it was akin to ‘giving in.’ He just couldn’t ‘give in.’

"Stop it, Harry!" David said between sobs and hiccups. "You’re not my D.A.D. You don’t have a right to do this."

"Yes, I do, Davie. You’re my responsibility. High Father said it, and we both know it." And Harry spanked David with the hairbrush again.

Every contact between hairbrush and backside was not excruciating. David kicked and struggled and Harry spanked and spanked.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry stopped and lifted David off of his lap. Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around David, drawing the boy close to him in a warm embrace. David wanted to accept the embrace; it arroused him and he was automatically responsive, but a hardness filled his heart and he pulled back.

"Get off, Harry!" David said, tears streaming down his face.

Then it happened. David saw it happen, and Harry felt it happen. Harry stopped being David’s budd; he looked at David and took responsibility.

Without rage, but with genuine concern and conviction, Harry sat down and, once again, put David across his knees.

Without a word, he took up the hairbrush and began spanking David as he had never spanked him before. He knew that something had to be rooted out of the boy and that only a serious spanking would accomplish that.

David’s cries turned to wails and although he begged and pleaded, Harry said nothing. His hairbrush said everything!

David could feel, through Harry’s legs beneath his chest and crotch, through the feel of the brush on his outraged bottom, that Harry was beyond David. He was a force of his own; a man spanking his boy in order to save his boy. This spanking wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop until that ends was achieved.

David knew what that meant. It meant that Harry loved him more than he could afford to pity him. Harry would hurt him with the hairbrush as much as he needed to in order to bring Davie to a place where he, David, knew what was right.

David collapsed and sobbed as though his heart would break. Harry stopped spanking him and gently caressed the hot, swollen cheeks he had punished.

"I’m sorry daddy," David wept. "I’m sorry I was bad. I...I...won’t ever do it again. I know what you want to teach me." David sobbed and shook and Harry gathered him up in his arms.

"It’s okay champ," Harry said, holding the back of David’s head, "it’s okay, honey, it’s okay."

David shook and sobbed and Harry held him close.

"Oh, daddy," David said in extremity. "Don’t be mad at me; I love you so much." David wailed in misery.

"Ssh, Davie-boy, ssh, ‘daddy’ loves you too. Come on, come on and rest with daddy on the bed."

High Father John slipped out of the room as Harry carried David to the bed and undressed them both.

(to be continued)