While you've used CP with Blake a couple of times, he tries hard to behave, so you don't have to use it too often.
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With finals coming up in less than two weeks, and with it coming down to the wire on time limits for major projects to be turned in in several classes, your upstairs has been a mess of high school boys recently. Mostly they're all doing pretty good about staying focused and getting the work done without too much noise and disruption, but you do have to get them back in line from time to time.
Last night seemed to be a hard night for Blake. You had to talk to him several times, even though most of the boys settled down after the first warning. After calling Blake down for several things (all of which you're sure he knew not to do), you took him aside and talked to him. He assured you there were no problems at home or school, and that there wasn't anything wrong with him. You suggested that maybe he was tired and offered to take him home a bit early. When he turned you down for that, you let him know that he was out of warnings. One more straw, you informed him, was going to bust the camel's butt.
He promised you he'd settle down and behave.
Fifteen minutes later, you were dragging him into your office.
Blake was begging for another chance that you didn't intend to give. You did try to talk to him again, but he still insisted he wasn't tired or sick, nor was he having troubles with anyone.
If it had just been Blake, especially if he was still living with you, you would probably have sent him to bed a bit early, after a hot bath and a back rub. As it is, with him refusing to talk, and with the other boys knowing what had been happening, you felt required to make your point.
You fetched the medium Lexan, trying to decide if you should give two swats or three. You were definitely intending to let him keep his undershorts on. The thing is, when you told him to drop his basketball shorts, he didn't do it. It's not that he refused, he just continued to whine, begging and pleading for one more chance.
When he continued to not mind you, you put the paddle down, and pulled the straight backed, wooden chair from your desk, turning it. You pulled him over to the chair, sat, and had Blake lift his shirt. He lifted it about an inch, but when you moved it to his pecs, he kept it there.
Blake didn't resist as you removed his basketball shorts, then the compression shorts he was wearing as underpants. When you patted his leg, he lifted his foot for you to remove them. He did not go over your lap when you told him, though he did allow you to guide him across with no resistance.
Blake is very fair skinned, almost closer to vanilla than peaches and cream (though there is enough peach fuzz there to make you look twice). He's also very active, and competes in football and track. You worked his bottom and upper legs until they were rosy. By then, your right hand was sore enough you switched to the left to give it a rest, before you went back to the right to finish up. Before you finished, he was squirming just a bit, and you heard the occasional, quiet yelp, and what might have been a sob or two.
When you let Blake up, his face was nearly as red as his bottom. His eyes were watery, though he wasn't really crying. His chin was quivering. He was also suddenly feeling shy, and had his t-shirt pulled down to hide Mr. Happy. He was holding the hem of the shirt with his hands, and they were wringing it.
Blake started apologizing to you, and he seemed very sincere. After a moment, you realized he wasn't looking at you, but over your shoulder, where you'd laid the paddle.
Finally he asked if he still had to get the paddle swats.
What do you tell him?