Mr. R. continued his punishment, spanking his bum all over and also the bare flesh of the backs of his broad thighs, which were starting to turn pink.

Soon, Adam's hand shot up again in a futile attempt to protect himself from a further onslaught. Was I going to see his bare bum at last?

Mr. R. told me to come over and hold Adam's hands. I was a bit disappointed as I was hoping for a rear view but I had to obey. I went over and grabbed Adam's wrist and watched the fear in his eyes as Mr. R. tugged his boxers down to his knees, ignoring Adam's insults.

At last I could see this lovely young man's bare bottom and it was magnificent!

I'd enjoyed Jeanie's breasts but they were soft and flabby compared to this wondrous, firm, smooth muscle that I feasted my eyes upon.

The cheeks were pink from the spanking he had had through his boxers. I was sure they would be bright red by the time Mr. R. had finished with them. I watched, fascinated, as he almost patted Adam's bum and let his fingers roam into the dark crack between those lovely mounds of hard man/boy flesh. Adam took a deep intake of breath and I saw his clear blue eyes open wide. I couldn't tell if he was getting hard, as I had done in the same position.

Then Mr. R. set to work in earnest, spanking the naughty bottom as hard as he could, despite all of Adam's pleas. I could see that he was carefully working all over the naked flesh across his lap, turning it all from pink to red to bright scarlet. Then he set to work on Adam's thighs, turning them a matching shade.

Adam was screaming, tears welling in his eyes and trying to get away but with us both holding him tightly he had no chance.

Then he broke down. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he sobbed, his shoulders shaking.

Mr. R. paused and I saw his finger probing in towards Adam's butt hole, "What
for?" he demanded.

"Getting pissed (drunk) last night."

"Is that all?" He started to spank him again, with each spank I could see Adam thrusting into Mr. R's lap.

"I'm sorry for being a pain"… sob, sob.

Slap! "And…..?"

"Being late," sob.

Slap! "And….?"

"Being cheeky," sob Slap!

"And are you going to behave in future?"

"Oh yes, Sir!" Sob. Now we were getting there.

Slap! "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise," sob.

"You know what will happen if you break that promise" said Mr. R.

I watched as he caressed Adam's, by now, scarlet rump, his fingers pushing well into that mysterious, dark crack. Another sharp intake of breath between his sobs and "OK, you can get up now."

Adam struggled to his feet, sobbing his little heart out, tears streaming down his pretty face, jeans and boxers still around his ankles, his T-shirt doing little to cover his hard-on.

I suddenly felt sorry for the lad; after all I had brought him to this. I put my arms around him, pulling him close and holding him tight. Adam sobbed onto my shoulder as I sought to comfort him by patting and caressing his back. My erection was bursting out of my jeans as I thrust my groins into Adam's and my hands were irresistibly drawn lower and lower down his back. I wanted