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2/25/2024 9:07 pm

Dropped into a routine.

I was always seeking advice from the doc on what to do.
The b*y had come to expect his nightly spanking and it was like how you kept strict meal times and you'd be hungry just before that arrived.
And so it was with spanking, his excitement became feverish as the day wore on.
It was now about what he'd been thinking, being judged on that and realizing that he was in for a 'good one'.
It was changing me too, his sexiness was rubbing off and my nights returned to when I was young, spending the whole night hard and that was nice but confusing.
The doc asked me what I thought as I'd been through it and I just thought why not just let him enjoy himself and wait till the time was right to suggest the program to fix him begin.
His confessions were heartfelt and pitiful and I consoled him for the awful lot he'd been given.
I found it best to use the ropes and use the four posts to attach him to then bare his ass and leave him like that for a while ,while I went off for a while.
When I returned he nervously watched me take the cane from the drawer.
Then with his face red and teared I'd approach him.
I touched his back and could feel the sparks that lit up his being then his ass massaging those tight cheeks.
then touching them with the cane rubbing him with that till I saw him straighten out stiffly with his back pressing down.
He was driving his stiff into the new sheet on top of the covering.
I worked up slowly getting him warmed up and reddened desensitized ready for some sharp wraps of the cane.
The dopamine would flow for real then and he'd quickly be lost in a sea of joy.
He'd tighten his abs when the pain in his chest tightened.
He'd fight the bindings and take the cane strokes.
Did I envy him?
I felt like I was being drawn to a new place.
A wonderful feeling of being alive.
We'd get through it and once again I diffused everything by giving him a warming massage.
He'd shower and put on fresh clothes and come with me to the workshop where he'd help with the building of the craft.
I hadn't proposed to him yet about taking the trip with us.
I sensed he had an urge to.
He could be useful to have along.
Maybe he'd find hiss place in the future and just wander off like Noah in The grapes of wrath. Or the charms of a pretty maiden could capture him.