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Interventions and Confessions
By: Jack Date: February 13, 2025, 12:34 am
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This occurred Sunday, 2 February 2025
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Some of you may know that there was a long time when I wasn’t
active much and haven’t been active on my forum. A few of you
know at least part of the reasons why.
I know our actions affect other people, but that’s recently been
rubbed in my face.
It was early Sunday afternoon, and one of my favorite people in
the world came up to me.
“Hey, Ennis,” I greeted him, opening my arms for a hug.
I got my hug, but Ennis seemed very down.
Ennis is a senior in high school this year, but I’ve known him
for over a decade now. Ennis is incredibly cute. He’s
seventeen, but he was a very late bloomer, he’s only about 5’5”
right now, and he looks like a young thirteen-year old. He’s
also one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known.
One of the saddest things I’ve seen in years, and one of the
things that made me angriest, was about eight years ago, when
his parents went to Europe to adopt a child.
I’m not going to re-hash all the ways that upset me, but I will
mention that his parents took off work, left their kids along
with an ongoing string of friends and relatives, while they took
a trip by themselves…. In December. I finally called the
parents and moved the boys in with me until the parents got
back.
The worst thing about all this is that the girl they adopted was
very close in age to Ennis, and I mean months, not years. That
hit him hard, made him feel inadequate and unwanted.
The fact that Ennis’ oldest brother, Sean, had an affair with my
son Parker that went on for several years, and he never told his
parents, just sealed my dislike of them.
I mention all that to say, when I see Ennis upset or down, it
gets my protective instincts up fast.
“Are you okay, bud?”
Instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around my waist and
leaned his head against my chest.
“Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
“In your office?”
“Okay.”
“Jack?” he asked as we settled onto my office couch.
“Yeah?”
“You know I love you, and I’d never mean to hurt you, right?”
“Yeah, buddy, I know that.”
“There’s something we’ve been discussing for a while, and I
needed to talk to you anyway, so I volunteered.”
“May I ask who ‘we’ is?”
He squirmed around to look at me.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you, but…”
He went on to name himself, Connor, Curtis, Duncan, Linc and
Royce Tidwell, Brandon Malone, Eli Marchant, Drake and Ed
Rawlins, a number of my grandsons who live in the area, and said
there had been others.
“You know our big brothers tease us about you spoiling us?”
“I knew they teased Connor and Curtis.”
“It’s not just teasing, Jack, and they’re right.”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean… Jack, we.. I mean just me and a couple of the older
kids and Craig, we talked to like PJ and Marcus and a couple of
others…. We know you’ve been having some health trouble, and
when Mary and Rose died, and then I guess there was… other stuff
they didn’t want to talk about. We know you’re tired and sad
and don’t feel well, but… We need you.”
“I’m still here, Ennis.”
“Not really,” he said, and I didn’t have to look to see he was
nearly in tears, but I did glance to make sure.
“You remember last night, my mom called to make sure I was
here?”
I nodded.
“After she called, I left. Went to a party. If Sean had tried
something like that, you would have noticed it, traced him down,
and dragged him out of the party, by his ear, in front of
anyone, then brought him back here and paddled him hard enough
to leave him sleeping on his belly.”
“What makes you think I would have done that?”
“Because you did it to him and Parker both when they sneaked off
to a party.”
I just nodded, but I’ll admit that is a pretty strong argument.
At that point, I heard something, and it sounded distressingly
like a sob. I looked down,
“Jack,” Ennis addressed me, looking much younger than even the
twelve or thirteen year old he appeared to be.
“Are you saying you want me to spank you?”
He shook his head.
“You’re saying you need me to spank you.”
There was a long pause before he nodded.
I cuddled him more closely against my chest for a long moment.
“Ennis, are you telling me that you guys feel like I’ve been
ignoring you too much, because I’ve been depressed, and now you
confess to me. Is that about it?”
He nodded again.
I sighed.
“Stand up. Shirt up.”
Ennis was dressed nicely. Ennis always dressed nicely. He
untucked his polo and lifted it up until his hands were in his
armpits. I leaned forward, undid his belt, lowered the zipper,
then unbuttoned his pants. I looked up at him, and saw him
looking back at me. I'm not sure what it was, but I felt like
something else was happening here.
“Ennis, are you sure this isn’t something we can talk about?”
He shook his head, so I slid his khakis down his smooth legs and
had him step out of them. Ennis never outgrew briefs, except
for a short period when he started public high school and had to
take gym class. I reached up and slid the briefs down after his
khakis. He stepped out of those as well. I looked up at him
and sighed.
“Spanking chair, buddy.”
He went and pulled the straight backed, wooden chair from the
corner and moved it to the center of the room. I went to the
paddle drawer and looked inside. For a boy his age and size,
the novelty Lexan was really the only choice. It wasn’t too
hard to find, so I stood and stepped over to the chair. I
started to bring Ennis to my right side, then stopped.
“You know this is going to be harsh, En. You wanna go over just
my left leg?”
He paused for a second, then nodded, so I spread my legs. He
stepped between them, and I helped him over my left leg, then I
moved my right to pin his legs down. I’ve recently learned a
new method of securing a boy’s hands by holding his thumbs, but
it didn’t feel right to me, so I wound my arm and his together,
so his right hand was tucked up past my bicep, and I took a firm
grip on his hip.
I thought about saying more or trying to talk him out of it,
but…
“Ennis, why are you about to get spanked?”
“Because I lied to my parents, and I used you to cover it up.”
“Close. You’re getting spanked for lying and abusing my trust.”
“I’m sorry, Jack. And I know, this isn’t about sorry. I’m
ready.”
There wasn’t much to think about. Ennis had known what was
coming when he confessed, and I had the distinct feeling he
wouldn’t think me for taking it easy. I used the old, standard
pattern, one, two, three straight down with the paddle centered
to catch both cheeks about equally, then four down the left
cheek and four down the right. Three more down the middle, and
two towards each side, leaving his entire bottom coloring and
the middle already a dark rose as I went three more down the
center, than a couple back and forth on each sit spot, before
placing four on each leg with the paddle angled to catch the
outer thighs the first time and the inner thighs on the return.
Ennis was struggling quickly, and as I finished my second trip
down the center, he was yipping. As I started paying attention
to his sit spots, he was starting to sob, and before I finished
with the swats to his upper thighs, he was really crying.
And then I did it again.
The poor kid was howling before I finished his bottom the third
time, when I turned my attention to those more tender spots,
turning them the same deep red as his upper cheeks, he was
bawling, and before I finished the last few smacks to his
thighs, he was just lying limply across my leg.
I tossed that damned paddle on the couch, then picked up his
legs and swung him around so he was lying on my lap. I rubbed
his back with one hand while the other carefully rubbed his
rear.
He cried hard and loud, and I was a little surprised at how
long. When he finally started to settle down, I picked him up
and turned him to sit in my lap, being very careful to keep the
pressure off those tender spots that had received so much
attention. He cuddled against my chest and cried. When he
finally got himself under a bit of control, I helped him to his
feet.
“Corner?”
“No. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He nodded, and we headed towards the office door, but he clung
to my arm.
“Stay with me.”
I nodded and promised I would.
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Ennis wasn’t very steady on his feet yet, so I had his arm over
my shoulder and my arm around his waist. He had no desire to
put his briefs back on, and considering how much skinnydipping
we do here, I saw no reason he had to. We left my office, and I
came to such a quick stop, Ennis stumbled, then hissed.
“Sorry,” I mumbled to him, looking at the crowd his spanking had
drawn.
When Ennis and I had gone into my office, Nick, Duncan, Connor,
and Curtis had been home. I wasn’t too surprised that they’d
checked to see who was getting it, but I was surprised they were
just blatantly camped out in the living room so they could watch
my office door. I was even more surprised to see that Asher
Strouse, Ennis’ big brother who’s doing his first two years of
college locally, my son, Emmet and his nephews, Marcus’ adopted
sons, Kline, Glen, and Paden, Chris, Linc, Bo, and Royce
Tidwell.
“Seriously?” I asked the crowd.
They all had the grace to at least look embarrassed.
I was on the couch and Ennis was curled up beside me. We’d
gotten him cleaned up in my bathroom, and he’d traded his polo
for one of my undershirts which hung on him like a nightgown. I
wasn’t at all surprised that Asher had nearly been growling at
me while making sure his little brother had survived. I was a
bit surprised by the attention Glen was showering on him, from
fetching drinks for him, to bringing him Kleenex when he
sniffled.
“So all of you support this lunacy?” I addressed the group.
None of them wanted to admit it, but no one disagreed either.
“Fine. Nick, didn’t I tell you to have your room cleaned up
yesterday?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you?”
“No, sir.”
In my office. Bare yourself. Connor, Curtis, and Duncan?”
“Yes, sir?”
“We’re going to do a deep dive on your chores and homework
folders this evening, so you might want to double check
everything. Chas?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Are you seriously telling me you need a spanking?”
The nineteen-year old college sophomore blushed deeply and shook
his head. “No, sir,” he added, “but these three could really
use you following up at the Academy. Dad’s been really busy.”
He paused, blushing again, before he went on, “I really do need
to talk to you, if you have time.”
“I always have time for you, buddy. Emmet?”
“Not me, Dad. Kline and Glen were arguing about driving, so I
took the keys. They could both probably use a trip to your
office, though.”
“I’ll let their father handle that. Don’t want him to think I’m
intruding.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Emmet replied with a smile.
“Everyone,” I said, raising my voice to address the room, “I’m
really glad to see you all. I’m glad you were all worried about
me. Thank you. However, it’s been a long time since brunch. I
don’t want to keep Nick waiting, so let me go deal with that,
and would someone hit the kitchen and see if you can russell up
some snacks?”
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An hour later, Nick had taken two swats with the medium Lexan
and then performed an incredibly cute Brat War Dance. We’d all
shared snacks and talked for a while, and now Connor, Curtis,
and Duncan were upstairs, making sure their ducks were in a row,
and almost everyone else had gone home. I was back in my
regular armchair, while Ennis, Asher, and Glen said together on
the couch.
“Ennis, you were very upset before I spanked you. You’ve had
your spanking, but you still seem upset. Please talk to me,
buddy.”
“Did you know Sophie’s already been invited to prom?”
Sophie is the Strouse’s adopted daughter. She’s a sweet girl,
and I have absolutely nothing against her, but the way she was
brought into the family made Ennis feel insecure and unloved,
which is why he and I had grown so close. He’s lived with her,
and they seem to get along okay, but it’s still a bit of a sore
topic for me.
I shook my head.
“Mom and Dad have been bugging me about it, and if I was going
to ask someone. I tried to blow them off and ignore it, and…
Well, I needed to talk to you about getting money for prom, but
I just wasn’t sure what to do. Anyway, I finally got sick of
them bugging me, and I kind of lost my temper and told them I
had already invited someone.”
“You don’t say that like it’s good news, Ennis.”
Asher had his arm around his baby brother’s shoulders, but I
couldn’t help but notice that Ennis and Glen were holding hands.
“I’m his date, Grandpa.”
“Congratulations,” I said with a smile, but then stopped.
Ennis had reminded me of Parker and Sean earlier. Parker and
Sean had dated off and on for more than three years, but Sean
had hid it from his parents. For one thing, Sean loved Parker,
but he was sure he wasn’t strictly gay, and he wasn’t sure what
he really liked. On the other hand, he very much did not want
to inform his parents.
“Ennis, I need you to use your words, Buddy.”
“They told me to leave the table, and they just quit talking to
me.”
“Coventry is a hard place to live. Would you rather live here?”
Tears were running down his face as he looked up at me and
nodded.
“Can he?” Asher asked.
It was my turn to nod. “Running away is a status offense, which
means it only applies to people under sixteen,. I’ll check with
a friend in the local police department, just to make sure
there’s no trouble.”
“Thank you, Jack,” Asher said, climbing to his feet.
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Re: Interventions and Confessions
By: Jack Date: February 13, 2025, 12:50 am
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Ennis' parents didn't make things easy. They didn't want to let
Ennis go someplace where they couldn't make his life miserable.
We got by, because he actually is slightly smaller than Curtis.
It only took me a couple of days to get things straightened
out, and when the Strouse's wouldn't talk to me, I got a couple
of police officers to go over there with us and get his stuff.
His DNA-donors tried to get me in trouble, but I still have
their legal permission to care for him, and one of the police
officers that went with us has a gay son.
Ennis is still feeling insecure (again - and may I say
f‍uck his parents?), but Asher has been coming by as often
as he can (and is fighting with his parents a lot), and Sean is
coming to visit us this weekend. It's hardest for Lucas,
because he's in his junior year and doesn't go to school
locally, but he cancelled some plans for Spring Break so he can
come visit his baby brother.
Since this occurred, I have NOT given any more full spankings.
I have given a few swats, and I've had long talks with a number
of boys and young men who have been feeling a bit adrift.
And yes, there were a lot of reasons I quit updating this forum,
and part of it was due to loss of family members. i'm tired and
I've been dealing with some serious depression issues, but I've
been forcefully reminded that I do still have duties, and I'm
expected to meet them. I was chatting yesterday evening, and
was late to help get dinner on the table, so I was put in a
corner while it was completed. Call it an attack on the chain
of command if you'd like, but I find I'm okay with someone
helping me hold myself accountable.
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Re: Interventions and Confessions
By: db105 Date: February 19, 2025, 8:14 pm
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I hope those duties and responsibilities help you fell better,
Jack. Feeling useful and loved has to help.
Anyway, this was a very touching story. I'm glad you are still
helping kids.
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