Luke

Author : Roger

I'd known Luke since he was seven years old - he'd moved next door to me with his parents and brother and sister just over ten years ago. He'd gone through all the usual stages of childhood from being an adorable blue-eyed seven year old, to a cheeky twelve year old, to a spotty and sullen fifteen year old. Now, at eighteen, the spots have gone, he has grown to five feet eleven inches tall but he still has a cheeky grin, strawberry blond hair and deep blue eyes. He is in the second year of the sixth form at the local high school and plans to go on to university to become a gym teacher.

Until last week, he seemed to be growing into a sensible young man with the world at his feet.

His parents and younger brother and sister had gone away for the weekend and Luke had been left at home on his own for the first time. His parents asked me to keep an eye on him and try to ensure that their house was still in one piece when they returned from holiday. Knowing Luke -as I thought I did - I couldn't imagine there would be any problems. How wrong I was proved to be.

Last Saturday dawned bright and sunny and, as has become customary, I took Luke with me to our local golf club where I would have a game with my friends and he would play with some of his friends.

He went out to play before me so I gave him the spare keys to my car so that he could put his clubs in the boot when he had finished playing. When I had finished my game, I put my clubs in the boot, put my wallet - which I had left in the boot - in my pocket and headed for the bar. I ordered a round of drinks for myself and my playing partners and paid for the drinks. When I opened my wallet, I immediately realised that there was some money missing - I had called at a cash machine the previous evening and withdrawn £ 200.00. There was now only £ 160.00 in my wallet. After a couple more drinks, I was ready to drive home and called over to Luke that it was time to go. He gave his usual cheeky grin and said he'd be ready in a couple of minutes.

As we drove home, I asked Luke if he had played well and then if he had anything he wanted to say to me about anything else that had happened that day. His face coloured immediately. To his credit, he admitted to taking the £ 40.00 straightaway. I stopped the car and turned to face him. "What", I asked, "am I to do?" Should I report him to the golf club, from which he would be immediately expelled? Should I go to the police? Should I wait for his parents to return from holiday and tell them? Not surprisingly, none of these options were particularly attractive to Luke. He begged me not to tell anyone and promised that nothing like this would ever occur again, and that he would give me the money back at the earliest opportunity.

I was going out that evening with friends so I told Luke that I would need time to consider what he had done and what I was going to do about it. I told him to come to my house the following morning at 10.30. He said he was going for his usual training run in the morning so I told him to call by on his way home.

At 10.30, a subdued-looking Luke walked into my house, sweating from his run, wearing his running gear. I told him to get himself a drink and to come into my study.

He sat down and asked me if I had decided what I was going to do. I explained again the three alternatives - two of which would bring shame upon himself and his family and would undoubtedly have an effect on his hopes for a future career in teaching. The third alternative - telling his parents and letting them decide what to do - would have equally devastating consequences for him. There was, however, I told him, a fourth alternative. Luke asked me what that was. I told him that I would punish him for what he had done, that no more would then be said about the matter to anyone, but that he would still have to repay the £ 40.00. I went on to explain to him that I felt personally let down by what he had done but understood it was a momentary lapse on his behalf and one which would almost certainly never be repeated.

Luke seemed relieved. He asked me how I felt he should be punished. I told him I was going to spank him. The colour went out of his face. He protested that he was too old for that kind of punishment. He had, he said, been spanked several times by his dad, but only when he was much younger. I reminded him of the alternatives. Finally, he agreed that of all the alternatives, he would accept my punishment.

I told him to get out of the chair and lay over my lap. The gym-toned figure, clothed in tight white running shorts, painted a perfect picture. White creamy legs, with no suggestion of hair, led to a perfectly shaped bottom. As I rested my right hand on his shorts, he asked me how many he should expect. I told him I would stop when I considered he had had enough. Slowly I raised my hand and began - Luke began to yelp. After ten, I stopped. He made to get up - I told him to stay where he was. As he lay there, I realised his cock had stiffened and was rubbing against my leg. I told him to stand up - he did. The bulge in his shorts was mesmerising - I had no idea quite how well built he had become. I asked him if he felt if he had learnt his lesson. He said he had. I said I wasn't finished with him yet and told him to stand up and take his shorts off. He looked at me wide-eyed but slowly did as I had told him. Underneath the shorts was a pair of white briefs - "those too" I said. He protested but the look on my face persuaded him to do as he was told. By now, the erection had gone as he realised what was about to happen. Once again he lay over my lap - this time with nothing to protect those smooth round cheeks which had started to redden from their previous meeting with my hand.

I rested my hand on his bottom again before starting again. Ten more followed and his cheeks were by now glowing. He was yelping and wriggling. I stopped. This time there was no stiff cock against my leg. I told him to stand up - his hands immediately started to rub his aching cheeks. The suggestion of a tear had formed in his right eye. I asked him if now understood that what he had done was wrong - he said he had. I told him that we were almost finished. I reached into a cupboard and pulled out a cane. This, I told him, had been used by my late headmaster. I would give him six strokes with this and his punishment would then be over and the matter would be closed. He begged for no more. I ignored him.

I told him to move the chair to the middle of the study. Slowly, he did as he was told.

"Bend right over the chair, grip the legs and spread your legs apart" I told him. He did as he was told. I rested the cane on his reddened cheeks and reminded him why he was being punished. Slowly I took the cane back and delivered the first stroke - he let out a loud gasp as he realised just how much the cane hurt when applied to bare skin. Five more strokes followed, each one leaving a vivid red stripe on his cheeks. I told him he could get up and that his punishment was now over. Slowly he rose from the chair, the tears now much clearer in his eyes. He got dressed and left without saying a word.

At 6 o'clock that night there was a knock on the door. It was Luke. He began to tell me again how sorry he was and how grateful he was that I had dealt with his indiscretion myself rather than telling anyone else.

I told him - as I had done earlier - that the matter was now closed and that everything between us was now back to normal. It was then that I noticed the bulge in the front of Luke's trousers. Two hours later, it had become clear that things between us had changed for ever.