Household Help 6 and 7

By brhmsj

berlioz53@yahoo.com

Copyright 2025 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

[8,825 words]

Household Help, Chapter Six

Cleaning the Punishment Room and Other Adventures


Wednesday night Henry checked with Mr. Ordway to confirm that he should arrive early the next day. “I think I’ll need a lot of time downstairs,” he said.

“As I told you, yes, you’ll need a lot of time. I’m always up by seven o’clock so any time after that which works for you.”

It wouldn’t be seven but Henry was glad he could go over when he wanted. Thursday morning he let himself in the front door, as was his custom now, at about eight thirty. He could hear that Mr. Ordway was in the kitchen and joined him.

“You are bright and early. Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be nice,” Henry said as he undressed. He knew being naked was the best way to do today’s job. Plus he was coming to enjoy the nudity more, though he also was still a bit embarrassed. However, it was clear that Mr. Ordway preferred him to be nude.

As they sipped their coffee Mr. Ordway talked about the room and what needed doing. “I think it actually is pretty obvious that everything needs to be cleaned. The floor needs to be washed, not vacuumed. I hope a mop will be enough but it may require you being on your knees and scrubbing, like housemaids of yore.” Both chuckled at that.

“They had clothes on, though,” Henry said, to more laughter. “OK, I’d better get to it.” Today there was a lot to take downstairs. That process didn’t take long, though, and soon Henry was surveying the room, considering the best way to begin. Dusting and cleaning surfaces seemed a good way to start.

There were three chests in the room. Henry had been told to go ahead and explore so he opened each chest after cleaning it. The first one had a collection of paddles. Most were wood but there were some made of leather. Many had holes in them. More aerodynamic, he wondered. There was quite a range of sizes, too. Even with bad boys, did anyone need that many paddles? Then he remembered that the old man was a collector. Henry picked up a few of them. He knew he was blushing as he thought about how the various paddles would feel on his bare bottom. Would he ask for a demonstration?

The next chest was similar outside. Inside was a collection whips of various sizes and some other things that looked similar to whips, along with leather strap. Everything is the chest was leather. As he poked around looking at them a bright image of himself naked on the St. Andrew’s Cross getting whipped came into his head. He was getting concerned as to what these thoughts meant.

Chest number three had various types of restraints, the most familiar being handcuffs. Most things, though, he couldn’t figure out what they were his guess was that everything in the chest was, apparently, for restraining a victim. This idea had no appeal, even though Henry had envisioned himself bound to the cross.

When Mr. Ordway came down to say that lunch was ready, both of them were pleased at how far along the job was. “Moving faster than I expected,” he said. Henry agreed. “Take a quick shower before lunch. Even though we’re eating outside you’re filthy and that won’t do.” Henry had no objection and gladly showered.

“What have you discovered? Have any questions?” They were out on the patio, eating.

“A lot! What are all those whip-like things in one of the chests?”

“Well, as you could tell, some are whips of various kinds and sizes. There are floggers in there, too, I believe. I know Dad told me that there were some martinets. Those are small leather whips. From what I’ve read, they really hurt.” Henry sensed an intent look at him on the man’s part. Was he gauging how Henry might feel about martinets? “Look it up online when you have a moment. That can explain better than I can. Oh, and no doubt you saw the leather straps.” Henry nodded yes. “What else?”

“That’s quite a collection of paddles in one chest but I’m more curious about the third one. It looks like they’re restraining devices of some sort.”

“Of various sorts. Boys who want to be bound often like all sorts of different things. Apparently Grandpa wanted all the types he could find. I think I know what most of them are. We’ll go through it when we’re down there together. The same with the paddles. What else did you notice?”

“Well, on the walls are cuffs that sort of look like pictures you see of medieval prisons.”

“That’s pretty much what they are. You’d be unable to move, so the dom has free rein over you. You’d be up against the wall for a couple of hours before the real fun begins.” He was saying “you” again as if he meant Henry. Or so it seemed to Henry. “There are other things for stringing up a willing, or unwilling, victim, too.” The familiar smile.

“What’s left to be done, given that you achieved so much this morning?” Mr. Ordway asked after a moment.

“The floor. I think you’re right that it’s a hands and knees project. I should have invited one of the guys to help but I didn’t think of it. And I’m not sure how they would react to the room.”

“Would you want them to know about the room? It might freak them out a bit.”

“I’m sure Jim couldn’t handle it. Not sure about Scott. Niko seems to let everything roll off.”

“Well, we can save that for another time, if ever you think you want to show it to any of them. But I think you would like to.” He was right but Henry said nothing. “I have a bucket and things for scrubbing the floor. When we’re done eating we can take them downstairs.”

Lunch over Mr. Ordway helped Henry get things downstairs and set up. With the bucket full of soapy water, Henry went to the back of the room so he wouldn’t paint himself into a corner, as it were. Mr. Ordway watched for a few minutes, appreciating the sight of Henry with his bottom in the air, his genitals on display, too. Henry was unaware that the man was looking at him that way.

“Let me know when you’re done,” Mr. Ordway said and went upstairs.

This part of the job did take a long time. It was around five o’clock when Henry dragged things upstairs. He dropped into a kitchen chair for a few minutes rest before putting things away. Mr. Ordway had heard him and joined him.

“That really was a chore, wasn’t it?”

“That’s for sure. Give me a few minutes and I’ll put stuff away.”

“No rush. When you’re done take a good shower and you can jump in the pool for a while. I’ve called your parents and they are fine with you staying for dinner again.”

“Oh, thanks.” After a few minutes of rest he was ready to put everything away and that went quickly. The shower did not. It was so good to be under the spray. Henry luxuriated as he scrubbed himself. He wondered if his back was grubby, too. He could ask when he was ready for the pool.

Mr. Ordway was already on the patio. “Is my back still a mess?” Henry asked.

“Come over here.” Henry did and stood in front of the man. Mr. Ordway’s hands went up and down Henry’s back a couple of times. Henry knew that all he needed to do was look but the man’s hands did feel good. Now Henry wondered if his buddies might like to try some touch like this. “No, you did a fine job in the shower.” With another swat to Henry’s bottom, the man said “now, into the pool with you!” Henry didn’t need a second command, which is what this had sounded like.

The pool was wonderful after all the hard work. Henry could tell already that he’d feel a bit sore in the morning. Another reason to suggest amateur massages with his friends.

He didn’t stay long in the pool. As was the custom, he had to go up to the patio, dripping wet, to get the towel Mr. Ordway had provided. Before he could take it and begin, Mr. Ordway held it and was rubbing down the boy. That felt good, too! When he was dry the two sat quietly for a few minutes.

“That felt good, sir” Henry said after a while.

“Good. It was supposed to.” There was that smile again. “I need to get things going for dinner. You can stay out here if you want. Or go and look at some books in the library.” He gave a wink. Henry knew why.

Henry did go to the library and, indeed, did take out The Value and Uses of Corporal Punishment. Simply having it in his hands made him hard before he opened it and started to look at it. There were illustrations of boys, and some men, getting various types of punishments, some of which looked quite harsh. After scrolling through, Henry went to the beginning and did some reading. As he read, he began to feel a tingle in his bottom. An anticipatory tingle?

In Henry’s mind a spanking was a trip over Dad’s lap to be spanked by his hand, or for serious infractions the hairbrush or bath brush. Usually followed by corner time, which always felt humiliating. From what the book described there was a much wider world of spanking and corporal punishment than just time over the lap. As he read he came to understand what some of the things in the Punishment Room were all about.

In his imagination Henry began to picture all sorts of things being done to him. And willingly submitting to them. Was he what Mr. Ordway called a sub? He kept calling the man “sir,” which was what the book said that subs do.

Henry was so absorbed in the book that he jumped when Mr. Ordway said “I see you find that book interesting.”

“Oh! I didn’t hear you come in. I guess I do. There’s so much in it. People really do all this?”

“Yes, son, they do. There’s a lot to learn if one is interested. Please put on your clothes for dinner.”

Henry put his clothes back on and they went in for dinner. As quickly had become the custom with them, conversation was lively. Henry learned a lot from these chats. One thing, however, was not mentioned, that being spanking or corporal punishment.

When dinner was done Henry helped with cleanup, which he did quite often.

“Let’s get you paid and off to home. Your parents will think I’m some sort of ogre keeping you here like this,” he said with his warm smile.

Henry chuckled. “I’m sure they won’t think that! So, all day Saturday?”

“Yes, son. Come as early as you want, I’ll have plenty for you to do. Tell your friends to come by any time after two. And if you’d care to, we can fill in your knowledge of the world of spanking a bit more. Up to you.”

“Thanks!” Henry was off. He rode home slowly, going over in his mind Mr. Ordway’s comment about adding to his knowledge of spanking. Would he just tell him about it or was he expecting to give some hands-on demonstrations? He shook his head at the thought that he was getting more interested in spanking. Or getting a spanking. But he also was aware that his erection was straining his shorts.

Knowing that he had permission to arrive early on Saturday, Henry was at the house at seven-thirty. He’d been wide awake since six. He spent a bit more time showering and cleaning. Something told him to take extra care.

At seven-thirty he let himself in the front door. “Come on in,” Mr. Ordway called from the kitchen. Henry joined him and began undressing. “No, not yet, son.” Henry didn’t understand but he didn’t ask, either. “Do you have any questions now that you’ve seen the room and looked a bit at the book?”

“I don’t know. . .” Henry answered slowly. “There’s so much.” There was a pause. “Do guys really want to be put on that cross? Or that spanking bench?”

“Yes, some really do. And other kinds of discipline.”

“Wow. Just for, uh, for being, y’know, bad?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes guys simply want to be spanked, paddled, whatever. For some it gives them a real rush. And it’s a rush for the spanker.” Henry was glad he was sitting at the table and his bulging shorts weren’t obvious. “You like calling me ‘sir,’ don’t you?”

“Uh, yes, I guess so.”

“Now, now, we both know that you do. You say it regularly.”

“Yes, sir, I guess I do,” Henry replied, still not fully committing. Mr. Ordway smiled.

“That’s proves my point, son. Do you know why you do that? Does it feel good?”

“Uh, I don’t know. . . I guess it’s, well, you’re older and in charge, so. . .

With another smile Mr. Ordway said “that is the sort of thing that a submissive does.” He gave Henry a moment to consider that.

“Are you saying I’m. . .?”

“No. That’s for you to decide.” There was a moment of silence. “Let’s go downstairs and I can show you more things in the room.” As they were going downstairs Mr. Ordway asked “when your father spanked you did he use his hand, a paddle, or something else?”

The blushing boy said “hand, mostly. If I was really bad he’d use a hairbrush but not very often. That always really hurt!”

“It was supposed to, son.” In the room Mr. Ordway opened the chest with the paddles. He explained things like size, weight, and holes to make things more aerodynamic. “Would you like to feel one of these?”

“I. . .” Henry didn’t know what to say. Mr. Ordway made no comment.

“Did anything look interesting in the book?” he asked after a moment. It seemed best to change the topic slightly.

“Well, there was a lot. . . I thought spankings were just over a dad’s lap, or across the bed or something. I guess there’s a lot more.”

“Yes, son, there is.” After a moment he said “need a break from all this? It’s a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Mr. Ordway led Henry back to the main room. He sat down on the couch.

“Stand here, son,” he said indicating a spot of front of him. He took Henry gently by the wrists. “I never shared my grandfather’s interests and certainly never liked getting punished by my dad.” Henry was looking at his shoes. “Look at me, son.” Henry obeyed. “I do know enough about spanking to know when a boy wants a spanking. You’ve been thinking about it since you found that book. I know you saw it the first day you dusted in there.”

“Um, um. . . Yes, sir, I did,” Henry stuttered.

“And what you saw made you want to be naked over a man’s lap. You already know from being spanked by your Dad that it’s a special feeling, a unique feeling. Even a way of bonding. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Y-y-yes, sir.”

“It’s good that you can admit it.” Mr. Ordway pulled Henry’s shirt up and off. There was no resistance. “It’s time for your spanking, son. It’s what you want.” Henry just nodded. “Step out of your shoes.” Henry did. Mr. Ordway undid the boy’s shorts and took them down and off. The boy’s socks followed. Now Henry was naked but for his briefs which were tenting. By the look of the tent, the boy had a slightly bigger than average erection, likely six-and-a-half inches.

“Sir, I. . .”

“What, son?”

“I’ve never done this. . .”

“And now you are.” With that Henry’s briefs came down and he stood in front of his employer, naked with an embarrassing erection. Mr. Ordway guided the boy over his lap. He was not experienced as a spanker and it took a moment for him to get Henry’s erection situated between his thighs. His tone now was firmer. “I want to hear you say ‘Sir, I want you to spank me.’” Henry squirmed slightly. “I’m waiting.” His hand was resting gently on Henry’s bottom.

“Sir, I. . . I want you to. . . to spank me.”

“Good boy.” With that a short flurry of swats landed on the boy’s bottom. Initially he was more surprised than in pain. After a short pause another volley landed. Now they began to sting. Henry grabbed the arm of the couch in an attempt not to try to cover his bottom. Dad always added to his spanking when he did that. As the spanking continued, though, he did start to squirm and struggle.

After another minute or two of spanks Mr. Ordway stopped. “Your bottom is taking on a nice, color, son. However, it’s not the proper color of a good spanking. You need some more.” He began again, this time a bit harder. He intended to continue until the boy began to protest. He was surprised at how long it took, given that Henry was a first-time spankee. At least other than from his father. He had been giving out with “ow!” as each swat landed but nothing more. He wondered if Henry were this stoic over his father’s lap.

Protest was inevitable. “Please, sir, it hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt, son.” The spanking didn’t stop. “If I were punishing you it would hurt a lot more.” He continued until Henry let out with a good howl. Henry stayed still over the lap. Mr. Ordway gently stroked his bottom, which felt good. The erection that had gone away was coming back. Both sensed a new closeness, the bonding Mr. Ordway had spoken of.

“Would you like the paddle next time?”

“I don’t know. . . sir.”

“I understand. We’ll talk later about what you might want.” The hand stayed on his bottom. Apparently he assumed that Henry would want more of this. “When are your friends arriving?”

“Two o’clock, sir,”

“Fine.” He helped Henry stand. “Run into the bathroom and take care of things.” Henry blushed deeply. “Then come upstairs. I do have some chores for you before the guys get here.”

“Will my butt be red when they arrive?”

“It shouldn’t be.” With that Mr. Ordway went upstairs. Henry didn’t need long in the bathroom. The spanking had him at a new level of excitement. He’d think about that later.

Upstairs Mr. Ordway gave Henry the usual tasks. He especially wanted the guest room tidied. When he got to the room Henry didn’t understand why, given that it looked good to him. Nonetheless he set about his task and things were gleaming when he was done. By then it was coming up on lunchtime.

As they were eating Henry said “oh, I forgot! I told Niko he could come by at one as you said you wanted some time to talk to him. I hope that’s ok.”

“That is ok but you know you should have asked me first.”

“Yes, sir,” Henry said, looking shame faced. “Will you spank me for it?” he asked quietly.

“Should I? I’ll let you think about it.”

A couple of minutes after one the doorbell rang. Henry didn’t hesitate to answer it, even though he was naked. It was, in fact, Niko. “C’mon in. We’re in the kitchen, just finishing lunch.” Niko followed Henry, about a step behind.

“Did you get spanked?” he asked. Henry began to stammer. From what he could tell, his butt wasn’t red or even pink at this point. Mr. Ordway overheard.

As they came into the kitchen he said “yes, he did, and one can be arranged for you if you’d like.” Niko said nothing and his face showed no reaction. Mr. Ordway just gave his usual smile. Without being told, Niko undressed and placed his neatly folded clothes on the shelf which apparently was reserved for just that purpose.

“Henry, when you finish up in here you can do what you want until the other boys get here. I’d like some time to get to know Niko.”

“Sure.” Dishes done, he made a beeline to the library where he immediately pulled The Value and Uses of Corporal Punishment off the shelf. He was deep in concentration on a section about paddles when the doorbell rang again. Startled, he shut the book and went to the door. It was Scott and Jim. He knew his butt color had returned to normal by now. “C’mon in. Niko and Mr. Ordway are in the kitchen.” The boys followed him. No comment was made about his bottom.

“Welcome, welcome,” Mr. Ordway said with a smile as the newcomers joined them. Seeing Niko naked as well as Henry, Scott and Jim knew what was expected. Jim still was slower as he retained some doubts about this. But the pool was too tempting and he didn’t want to appear like a wimp in front of his friends.

“Have you had your lunches?” their host asked.

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison, which made everyone chuckle. “It’s been over a half hour,” Scott added.

“Good. Go ahead and get wet. I’ll be out in a moment.” There was no delay and quickly he heard four distinct splashes followed by the sounds of four teen boys having a good time together, naked in his swimming pool. This was very satisfying. He reflected that when he placed the ad for household help he had no idea that things could develop like this. He felt better than he had in a long time. Whether they were naked or not, the presence of youngsters was invigorating.

The talk with Niko had been interesting. The boy was not unwilling to talk but he managed not to reveal too much, either. Given that he could tell that Henry had been spanked, Mr. Ordway did steer the conversation to that after a while.

“Do you still get spanked?” Mr. Ordway asked as it neared two o’clock. For the first time Niko looked a bit nonplussed. “I’ll take that as a yes. You have nothing to be concerned about, son. I won’t say anything to your friends.”

“Thank you, sir,” Niko replied softly. Interesting. This was a sore spot for the boy.

“Anything you’d like to tell me?”

“Not right now,” came another soft reply. Mr. Ordway respected the boy and the conversation went in other directions. The doorbell interrupted them but Mr. Ordway had gleaned a fair amount, even though Niko showed reluctance to say too much. He knew that eventually he would find out more about the boy, if Niko continued to visit. He knew he’d press the boy on how he could tell that Henry had been spanked.

Ruminations done, Mr. Ordway gathered up four beach towels and went out on the patio to keep an eye on his foursome. The few times they all got out of the pool, sat along the edge, they continued whatever chatter was going on. Mr. Ordway noticed that again Niko got hard but showed no sign of being aware of it. He could tell that Scott and Jim were uncomfortable for their friend. Likely afraid they’d get hard, too. Mr. Ordway smiled at the thought that sooner or later it was likely he’d see them hard.

The pool parties continued through the summer. Henry continued his personal learning process in the basement. Niko spent more time visiting.





Household Help, Chapter Seven

Things Change for Mr. Ordway


“Why did you spank Henry?” Niko asked later that afternoon when he and Mr. Ordway had a moment alone.

“That’s a rather presumptuous question, isn’t it son?” For the first time Niko’s calm demeanor broke.

“Sir. . . I. . . I’m sorry, sir.” There was silence. Niko was looking very uncomfortable. Mr. Ordway was intrigued. First he had Henry wanting a spanking, now he had Niko in front of him deserving a spanking.

“Do your parents spank you? From your reactions I’d say that they do.”

“Yes, sir,” was the quiet reply, along with a faint blush. Mr. Ordway would pursue this another time.

“I see.” A pause. “So you know what a spanked boy looks like, even if his bottom isn’t red.” A nod. “Spankings are private. Should you be spanked for asking about someone else’s private matters?”

Niko hadn’t thought about it that way. Mr. Ordway closely watched the boy’s reactions. He definitely was uncomfortable. Was he curious, too? “I’ve never. . . I’ve never been spanked by anyone. . . other than my Dad.”

“That wasn’t what I asked, was it?”

“No, sir.” Niko looked down with shame which drew Mr. Ordway’s eyes towards the boy’s genitals. An erection was beginning. Yes, thought Mr. Ordway, he is curious. However, any spanking would not be now with the other boys here.

The raucous voices of the other three boys as they approached the patio ended the conversation for the moment. Mr. Ordway felt sure that it was very likely that Niko would spend some time over his lap.

“What are you guys talking about? How good looking we are naked?” Scott asked, teasingly. Everyone laughed.

“Quite the ego, young man,” Mr. Ordway said with his customary smile. “I think you need some refreshments.” In a moment he returned with sodas and snacks. All four boys happily dug in. It was good to get a break and to get some food.

Niko and Mr. Ordway had been sitting together for their talk and Mr. Ordway took the same seat after he had set down the refreshments. It was Jim, of all the group, who cast a curious eye at them as he wondered just what had been going on. Henry knew Mr. Ordway’s style and gave the conversation no thought. Scott concentrated on food and drink. Later, when plates were empty, Mr. Ordway rose and said “Henry, could you help me bring these things inside?” Of course Henry said yes. Also, he knew something was up as Mr. Ordway needed no help.

“What would you think if I asked you and Niko to stay after the other two leave and show him the room downstairs?” Henry hadn’t expected this and didn’t know what to say. “He appears to share an interest with you.”

“You mean. . .?”

Mr. Ordway smiled. “Yes. I intend to spank him but not today. He has earned a spanking for asking about your spanking. Something tells me, though, that opening up this world would interest him.”

“It’s up to you, really, sir. It would be fun to have someone else sharing the secret, I guess. And Niko is a good guy.”

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Mr. Ordway said with his familiar smile. “Now, we should get back out there. You boys should wait about another fifteen minutes before you get back in the water,” he said when he and Henry returned outside.

Settled on the patio again, everyone chatted and chattered for a while. Mostly Mr. Ordway was listening to what the boys were saying, getting a sense of what they liked and of their lives. Fairly typical teens.

“OK, you can get back in the pool,” he said after consulting his watch. As Niko stood Mr. Ordway touched his arm lightly to hold him back. Niko stood, waiting. “Would you like to stay here for a while after the other two leave? Do you have the time?”

“Ah, sure. I probably should let Mom know that I’m still here but I don’t think she’ll mind.”

“Good. Now go get wet.” Niko quickly was in the pool. Jim had a look on his face that said he thought something was up. Niko tried to come up with a likely explanation and then decided to say nothing.

It seemed to the boys it was only five minutes later when Mr. Ordway called “it’s four-thirty. I’m sure you boys need to get home and Henry and I have some things to do here before he leaves.” That was news to Henry but he took the hint. Apparently Mr. Ordway was going through with his plan.

Jim and Scott were caught up in their own conversation as they dressed. With no thought of Niko they gave their thanks and were out the door. They still didn’t know Niko as well so it really was not rude to have left without him. Niko had found something to do in the bathroom until they had left.

“Let’s sit down,” Mr. Ordway said when the boys were gone. The three of them sat down at the kitchen table. “Henry, after talking to Niko this afternoon I think you two share a similar interest. Or perhaps I at the moment I should call it a curiosity. It may blossom into an interest some day.” For the second time that afternoon Niko showed a faint blush. Henry’s blush was much more obvious. The boys looked at each other, not knowing how to take this revelation about each other.

“It was presumptuous of Niko to ask if you’d been spanked. He and I were discussing how that should be dealt with and I think we’re in agreement that Niko needs a spanking of his own.”

“Sir, I. . .” Niko started to say but otherwise was at a loss for words.

“I think it is ok if I break confidence and say that I know that both of you get spanked by your parents, though it has been a while for Henry.” With that he told Niko the same story about his grandfather and the Punishment Room. Niko gaped with surprise. This was something beyond his wildest imagination. Yet his curiosity was obvious.

“Yes, I thought you’d be interested. Come downstairs boys.” Mr. Ordway led them down, over to the room, and he switched on the lights as he went through the door.

“What is this stuff?” Niko asked in awe.

“All ways of dealing out punishment to someone who needs it or, more likely in a room like this, who wants it.” He explained the concepts of sub/dom, bondage, sado masochism to Niko.

“I’ve heard of some of that but I had no idea what it was and never looked it up.”

“Like Henry you show signs of being a natural submissive. Like Henry you consistently call me ‘sir’ even though I’ve said nothing to request or require that you do.”

“I’m just being polite, sir,” Niko said, then realized just what he’d done.

Mr. Ordway smiled and said “let show you a few things. We can do this more in depth when you have the time. Assuming you want to.” Niko and Henry both nodded yes. “Good,” the man thought to himself.

First was the paddle chest. Mr. Ordway gave Niko a quick overview. “For now we’ll skip the whips and such. I’d like to show you boys the third chest.” They walked over. Mr. Ordway opened the chest revealing the restraints that Henry had seen before.

“Many times in order for a dom to properly do what needs to be done, the sub needs to be restrained. As you can see, there are many possibilities, one just needs to be imaginative.” Both boys were gawking. “Hand and ankle cuffs, of course,” he said as he pulled out a pair of each. He indicated a number of other things. After he’d moved things around a box was revealed. “This chest contains what may be the most interesting items.” He pulled out the box and set it down on a shelf near the chest.

Box in place, Mr. Ordway opened it and let the boys take a look. After a long pause Henry asked “what are they?”

“Chastity devices for men and boys. Your penis and testicles are locked into the cage and only your master has the key to release you. You won’t be able to get hard and have any sort of sexual activity, even alone.” By now both boys were fully erect though so engrossed with the cages that they were unaware of their condition. “You’re both hard so I can’t give you a demonstration. Another day.” Now they blushed, having had their condition pointed out to them.

“Are you going to use some of these different things on Henry?” Niko asked. After a pause “or me?”

“I haven’t decided. For the time being any spankings will be by hand, which is effective. The flesh to flesh helps make a connection between the two involved, don’t you think?” Both boys nodded.

Mr. Ordway continued. “As you know, Niko, I spanked Henry earlier today. That was to give him the idea of what it’s like to have someone other than his father spank him. It’s a different experience, isn’t it?” he asked Henry.

“Ah, yes. Yes, definitely.” The memory of the spanking brought to his mind the feeling of connection he had felt with the man, being naked over his lap. Very different from being over Dad’s lap.

“Niko, I owe you a spanking for your disrespect for private affairs. You agree?” With a somewhat scared look on his face Niko nodded. “It won’t be today, however. I very much would like to have you visit me at times other than when all of you are here to swim. If you do wish to do that know that your first private visit will include a hand spanking.”

“Yes. . . Sir,” Niko replied slowly.

“Now it is getting late and you boys should be on your way home. Henry, I expect you to be here Tuesday. There will be a lot to do. Come any time you wish. Niko, I hope you will accept my offer. I’ve enjoyed talking to you and would like to continue. Upstairs and into your clothes you two!” As the boys turned to go each received a swat on his bottom. Niko jumped in surprise. Henry was used to it by now.

When the boys were outside Henry said “it sounds like he’s going to punish you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you see my butt. I thought it wasn’t still red.”

“Yes, and it certainly sounds like he wants to spank me and is just using that as an excuse. It’s not your fault, man. I should have kept my mouth shut. Your butt was barely pink but somehow I could tell you’d been spanked. I just blurted it out without thinking.”

“You going to come back?”

“I’d like to. He’s a cool guy and I can tell there’s a lot to see in that house. You need to tell me about it. I’m not happy about a spanking being the price of a visit. I suppose it can’t be any worse than one from Dad.”

After a moment Henry said “it is kinda special to be naked over his lap, knowing it’s not Dad. I can’t explain it, you need to find out for yourself. But I can tell you that I had a different, and special, feeling.”

Niko shrugged. “I’ll think about it.” The boys were headed in opposite directions so said good bye and went to their respective homes.

As he walked home Henry could not take his mind off the chastity cages. He knew he didn’t want to be trapped in one, yet the concept had taken a strong hold on him.

As he walked Niko’s thoughts were on the pleasures of the afternoon with his new friends. He was glad to be making new friends, especially Henry. He’d always been relaxed about being naked but never had such long stretches without clothes. He definitely liked it. That could be enough lure to get him back to Mr. Ordway’s house.

On his part Mr. Ordway was dealing with this new and unexpected aspect of his personality. He knew nothing of his grandfather’s “hobby” beyond collecting the various bondage items. Did he ever take anyone in there when no one in the family knew? If he did, his secret died with him. Mr. Ordway’s reaction was that it was something about Henry and now Niko which brought out this unknown interest. He had no thought of spanking Scott or Jim, though one day they might need it. Nor did he see himself becoming a dom, punishing men who requested it.

At home Henry was distracted by other things until bedtime. He was tired enough that he fell asleep quickly, thoughts of chastity cages gone for the time being. Niko, on the other hand, was very focused on spanking once he was in bed. He pictured Henry naked over Mr. Ordway’s lap, then tried to imagine himself in the same position. The erection that thought caused was only confirmation that he already knew that the idea excited him. Would it hurt? Henry’s spanking wasn’t punishment. This would be different. He drifted off to sleep.

Niko’s parents both worked which meant that during the summer he, and usually his sisters, too, were home alone on weekdays. While he was a whiz with computers he wasn’t lured by the attractions that kept other teenagers glued to their screens. He slept late, got his own breakfast, and glanced at the newspaper. His sisters already had gone out. All the while he could not keep down the thought of being naked over Mr. Ordway’s lap. Finally he picked up his phone and texted Henry “pls send me Ordway’s phone #.”

When he woke up one of the first things Henry did was to check his phone for any messages from Niko. He was certain that he’d get one at some point today. When it did finally come through his only reaction was why did it take so long. With no comment he sent back the phone number. Now he had to wait for things to develop.

After getting Mr. Ordway’s phone number from Henry, Niko took quite a while to screw up his courage to make the call. Just hearing Mr. Ordway’s pleasant voice say “hello” when he answered the phone made Niko less nervous.

“Hi, sir, this is Niko.”

“Nice to hear from you, son.” Just as Mr. Ordway liked being called “sir,” Niko found it exciting to be called “son” by a man who was not his father. “What can I do for you?”

“I, um, I. . . I’d like to visit again sometimes,” Niko finally was able to blurt out.

“That would be my pleasure. I’m here every day and up early. Any time that works for you likely will work for me.” He waited during the expected silence for Niko to respond.

“Could. . . could I come today, sir?”

Mr. Ordway was amused at how quickly Niko had given in to his curiosity. And, he also reasoned, the boy understood that he did deserve punishment. “Would you like to come for lunch?”

“Really? That would. . . sure. Thanks!” now Niko was sounding excited.

“Any time after Noon, son. I eat lunch at one.”

“Yes, sir.” There was nothing more to say and they rang off. Niko felt elated at having made this move. When he was a bit calmer he texted Henry: “going for lunch.” He didn’t need to say more. A few minutes later a text came back. “Awesome!” For a moment Niko wondered if he should ask Henry to come with him. After all, Henry knew the man better. After a moment’s thought he decided not. Having alone time with Mr. Ordway was what he wanted. And needed, he now knew.

Shortly after Noon Niko rang Mr. Ordway’s bell. Almost immediately the door opened. “Come in, son. I’m delighted that you want to visit again, and so soon.”

“Thank you, sir.” Mr. Ordway could see that Niko was nervous and excited. He would need to calm down the boy before the business of the day could be done. Lunch should provide plenty of time for that.

Niko had been instructed to leave his clothes on when he was ushered into the house. He obeyed. Part of his excitement for today was knowing that he’d be naked all afternoon. He had never minded being naked or even being seen naked but the situation here was different and exciting. Unlike the other three he was becoming aware that there was a thrill in being naked while Mr. Ordway was clothed. It would be more thrilling when it was just one-on-one. Mr. Ordway would tell him one day about the clothed man-naked man fetish, otherwise CMNM.

Niko sat at the kitchen table as Mr. Ordway prepared the simple lunch. Conversation was general. At one point Niko thanked his host for the use of the pool. Mr. Ordway simply said “gladly” and moved the conversation in a new direction. Talk of anything involving nudity was for later. For Mr. Ordway this was a most enjoyable hour or so as he learned a great deal more about Niko, his family, and other things. Of the four boys, Niko was proving to be the most interesting of the group, not that the others were lacking.

When lunch was done Mr. Ordway said “help me put things away and then we can get down to business.” Niko felt a chill of excitement and fear run down his back. “This will give you a taste of some of what Henry does for me.” Things did not take long. Dishes done, Mr. Ordway led the way to the basement room.

They went to the couch. Mr. Ordway sat and indicated that Niko should sit next to him. Still no request to undress. The man knew that Niko was getting keyed up waiting to get his clothes off. And to experience his first spanking from someone other than his father.

“I’m going to ask for intimate information about you, your family, and other aspects of your life. I need you to answer fully and truthfully. I will know if you’re hedging or being evasive. Our relationship can be most beneficial if you are fully open. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’ll start with some easy ones. Your father is the only family member who spanks you?” Yes. “Have you ever been spanked by someone else in the family, an uncle, say?” No. “When was your last spanking?” Now there was some hesitation and signs of embarrassment. “No need to be embarrassed, son. This is just between us. Your friends won’t find out.”

“Um. . . it. . . it was the beginning of last month.” Niko was blushing as heavily as he ever had.

“For what?”

“I missed my curfew. It was only about ten minutes but Dad is very strict about curfews and I always get spanked if I miss it. Mom spanks my sisters if they miss their curfews. It’s important in our family.”

“It’s good that you do get spanked for it. I hope you realize that. Parents don’t want to be worrying about their children, do they?”

“No, sir.”

“Spankings are hand only?” Yes. Summing up this part of the conversation, Mr. Ordway said “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” A hesitant nod of agreement. “I’m interested in your ease with being naked. Is that the style in your family?”

“Yes, sir. We’re not nudists or anything but it’s always been clear that we should not be ashamed of our bodies or embarrassed about being seen naked. I’ve seen both my parents naked many times. My sisters, too. They’ve all seen me. Nothing changed when we kids started puberty.”

“That sounds very healthy. More families should be that way.” Back to spanking. “When your Dad spanks you are you completely naked?” Yes. “Good, that’s how it should be and always will be here.” Niko heard the distinct implication that over time he’d receive more than one spanking, should he continue his visits here.

“No paddles or other implements?” No, sir, never. “OK. Each Dad has his own way of doing things. Had you ever been naked with the other three boys before you all came here?”

“After gym class, of course, but that’s it.”

Mr. Ordway took that in and paused for a moment. It was the answer he expected. He suspected that Niko was not the type of to have jerkoff buddies. “How often to you masturbate?”

Another deep blush and a stuttered “um. . . twice a day. . . at least. . .”

“Good. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s good for a boy to keep things in working order and drained. Have your parents ever caught you?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Truly, sir, they’ve never seen me.”

“OK, that’s fine. Some boys lie about such things. Have you masturbated with friends?” Now a look of disappointment and a reply of No. “Some boys don’t. Again, nothing to be concerned about, though from your look, I’d say you’d like to sometime.” A nod and another pause. “Now, we need to get to the main reason you are here today. You are to be spanked. Do you understand why?” A nod. “Tell me.”

“I was, er, indiscrete about Henry getting. . . getting spanked. I shouldn’t have said anything and embarrass him.”

“That’s right, son. You wouldn’t want your friends knowing you’d been spanked, would you?” Niko shook his head. “You’d be surprised, I’m sure, how many boys at your school still get spanked. Boys should be spanked all through high school. And beyond. I was and it was good for me. Stand up and face me.” Niko obeyed. Mr. Ordway took him gently by the wrists as he had Henry.

“This spanking is for more than just your indiscretion, son. We both know that you want to experience time over a man’s lap other than your Dad’s. Is that correct?” A nod. Mr. Ordway started removing Niko’s clothes, his shirt over his head and off. He did not stop talking. “I don’t know you well enough yet but observing you yesterday you showed every sign of being a boy who wants spankings. Some boys crave them. Have I read things correctly?” By now he had undone Niko’s shorts and let them drop to the floor. Niko stepped out of them. His briefs were tenting. No surprise.

“I’m not sure, sir. I’ve never wanted Dad to spank me but sometimes I. . . I dunno. . .”

“That’s ok, son. You’re still developing.” Niko had taken off his sandals at the door so only the briefs were left. “It’s time.” Mr. Ordway slid the briefs down. He was pleased with how he dealt with the erection which interfered with the process. Gently, almost in a friendly way, he guided the boy over his lap. After situating the erection between his thighs, a smoother process having now done it with Henry, he let Niko get used to where he was. Niko tensed a bit while waiting. To be expected. This all was new for Mr. Ordway, too. Henry yesterday had been the first spanking he’d ever given. He’d received enough of them to know how to do it, though. Niko had earned this spanking so it had to be different from what he’d given Henry.

Mentally Mr. Ordway compared the two bottoms he’d encountered in these two days. Henry’s was full without being a bubble butt. Niko was smaller and thinner and his bottom reflected that. Still, it was enticing. With that done, Mr. Ordway began the swats. Slow, steady. Niko was stoic, Mr. Ordway expected that, but the boy would be reacting, and loudly, before he was finished.

After a few minutes of this Mr. Ordway remembered how his father did things and began to make the swats harder and a bit faster. He could tell that he was bringing on a sting in the boy even if there was no reaction. A few more swats and Niko would give a small gasp as each one landed. Mr. Ordway hoped his arm and hand could hold out. There was work to be done. The swats came down faster. Unlike Henry, Niko began to squirm which was quite satisfying to his spanker.

Mr. Ordway knew what he wanted from the boy and would spank for as long as it took. Finally he heard “ow! ow!” with each swat. Then a meek “please, sir, I’ll be good.” Now the question was, if tears were needed. Mr. Ordway thought not. One more “please sir” and he decided that the boy was well spanked. He gently helped Niko up and guided him to sit on his lap. There were tears in the boy’s eyes but he was not crying. Nothing was said. Mr. Ordway hugged the boy who tightly hung on, hugging back. Other than the occasional sniff from Niko, it was silent for quite some time.

Both had lost track of time. “I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again, I promise,” Niko said after a long silence. Almost like a little boy. A well spanked boy really is a little boy.

“I know you won’t, son. You took that very well and I’m proud of you. I know you’ve learned your lesson. Let’s hope that the next time you’re over my lap it need not be so severe. A spanking can be fun, too, odd as that may seem.”

Niko had done some online reading about spanking this morning after he woke up early. He learned about the various types of spankings and that sometimes they could be fun, if done correctly.

Mr. Ordway continued holding the boy, now gently rubbing his back. Niko’s sounds were changing from pain to comfort. For some reason Mr. Ordway wanted to say “you’re Daddy’s good little boy,” but also knew it was not appropriate. At least not yet.

“Do you think you can manage a swim?” the man asked when Niko seemed back to himself.

“Yes, please.”

“Off you go.” No swat to the bottom this time. They moved quickly and in short order Niko was in the pool and Mr. Ordway was on the patio, watching. All was content.

When Niko got out of the pool he came up to the patio where Mr. Ordway was waiting with a large bath towel. He rubbed down the boy who showed every sign of loving it. When he was dry and they were sitting Mr. Ordway asked “do kids at school give you a hard time because your body is so smooth?”

“Not really. Every once in a while someone says something stupid like ‘do you shave’ or ‘when are you gonna grow some hair.’ I found that the best response is ‘when are you going to grow up?’” They both laughed at that.

“I suspect that a few boys are fascinated by your uncircumcised penis. Few boys in the country are intact.”

“I guess so. No one has ever said anything but I’ve seen some looks when I’m naked after gym. I suppose some guys are curious. No big deal”

Mr. Ordway could see that Niko wanted to say something but was having trouble getting it out. “You look like you have a question,” he said, hoping to encourage the boy.

“Ah, yeah. . . could we look at those cage things?”

“Want to try a few on for size?” Mr. Ordway responded with a twinkle. As they went into the punishment room Mr. Ordway said “I’m thinking that on a day when you and Henry both can be here all day I will put you both in chastity for the day. Let you see how it is. You’re definitely interested, you can’t deny that.”

“You’re right, sir, I am. I don’t know if I’m ready to have one on me, though.”

“Perhaps that is a decision for me to make, son.” Mr. Ordway sounded unusually stern. Niko knew he’d been put in his place. With that they went to the restraints chest which Mr. Ordway opened. He took out the box which held the cages and set it down on a table. Mr. Ordway went through the box, explaining the various cages as best he could. He wasn’t as conversant as he’d like to be with cages. These boys were making him curious to learn more. Hands on, as it were.

“These two look interesting,” Niko said, indicating a pair on the table.

“Yes, they do. Both of you boys could fit in either one. I’ll put these aside.” Niko did blush a little but the rise in his penis let both of them know that he found the idea of being restricted exciting.