Correlation of Reasons

Story

"You disappoint me," Mr. Yate said, his tone cold and detached as the north wind. "I expect more self control and discipline in a young gentleman like you."

Ritchie shivered under Mr. Yale's glaze in his spot. He hated that he had disappointed his guardian, but Mr. Yale didn't accept any excuses. He whispered,"Sorry, sir."

"You have to learn a lesson," Mr. Yale said. "Take down your trousers and drawers. Bend over my knees."

Ritchie fumbled to pull his trousers off, His hands stalled on the seam of his drawers. He looked up at Mr. Yale for mercy, as surely he was too old for such punishment.

"And your drawers." 

Of course Mr. Yale wouldn't allow him any leniency. 

"Ten strokes, and you will count them off . If you miscount or behave unruly, we will start over again."

Ritchie pulled off his drawers and lay flat across Mr. Yale's lap. His face heated up at how he must look like a petulant child exposing his bare bottom.

He jerked upward as Mr. Yale's hand hit him. The hit sting, and his skin was heated and in pain. 

"Since you have lost your count, we will have to start over again."

Mr. Yale struck him again. This time he managed to mutter, "One."

A big hand massaged his heated skin. Ritchie leaned into it for the touch so the next slap came as a surprise. 

"Pay attention."

With every slap, the pain and heat built up. Ritchie squirmed to get away from the spanking, only for Mr. Yale to hold him down further. Mr. Yale varied his location and strength, so Ritchie couldn't mentally prepare himself for the next hit and lost count. By the time he counted to seven, he didn't think he could walk or sit the next few days. 

Mr Yale's hands paused to examine him. To Ritchie's horror, his organ was half hard. 

No, please don't let Mr. Yale discover this…

Of course Mr. Yale noticed. "Did you misbehave because you were degenerate enough to crave this?"

"No, I swear…"

"You need more discipline. Go to your bedroom."

Ritchie started to cry. "Please…"

"It's for your own good. No perverts are allowed in my household"

Ritchie froze before following Mr. Yale to his bedroom. He struggled to walk as he dared not pull back his clothings. It was fortunate that no servants witnessed his shame. 

"A gentleman can control himself not to rut like a dog. As you can't even fulfill basic decency, I have to do it for you. Kneel on your all fours on the bed."

Ritchie followed the instruction, dreadful of the coming punishment. 

He yelled in pain as Mr. Yale pushed something into his abused bottom. It felt hard and unyielding. "Mr. Yale!"

"Hold it when I discipline you. Ten strike this time, but you will get more the next time you talk back."

Ritchie's skin warmed up around the object, and the heat built up into sharp pain. He trembled awaiting the next hit. 

He lost time in the red hot sensation. When Mr. Yale hit his already bruised skin, he clenched his bottom, which led to a sharp burn inside and forced him to relax and experienced the full impact of the pain. By the time Mr. Yale finished, he sobbed like a baby. 

Mr. Yale sighed and removed the object. Then he pulled Ritchie to his laps and nested his head under his chin. Ritchie was still hurt, but leaned into Mr. Yale's embrace. 

"Only a son will be disciplined," Mr. Yale said. "This is for your benefit."

"Sorry…" Ritchie's bottom hurt pressed against Mr. Yale's clothing, but his sobbing gradually died down. He knew his guardian wanted him to adapt to the society. 

Mr. Yale put Ritchie's hand on his half hard organ. Ritchie was burning with shame. 

"Finish this off," Mr. Yale said.

Ritchie wanted to protest, but his hand moved on its own under Mr. Yale's eyes, damning himself further. When he came painfully, Mr. Yale gave him a handkerchief to wipe off the mess. 

"Consider this your last leniency. You men like you need to learn to bring their desire under control." Mr. Yale said. 

The warning sounded ominous, but Ritchie bowed his head without protest. After all, Mr. Yale was doing this for his benefit.