Sharon hoped that the timing of her picking up lunch and Jason's quick stop by the house while she was gone would work. She hadn't bothered to tell David that she was leaving or that Jason was stopping by. She wouldn't be long. David hadn't been in the corner more than 20 minutes and she would be back in 30.
Jason went out for his run and headed over to Sharon's house after he covered the first mile. His dorm was 10 minutes away. He wasn't sure why Sharon had been so insistent that he come by immediately but he did want that other book so he could read it this afternoon. He had already looked at the first book that she lent him and found a couple of chapters that were useful.
He ran up to Sharon's yard and saw that her car was gone. The front door was unlocked, as she said it would be. He walked in, closed the front door behind him, and looked around. Out of habit, Jason said, "Hey, sis, are you here?". Just in case David had taken her car or her roommates were back. He felt awkward wandering around in her house without announcing himself. No one answered. He saw the book about mid-way up the staircase and wondered why she had put it there. Why not leave it on the coffee table in the living room? He walked up the stairs to retrieve the book. He paused as he reached down to pick it up. Did he hear something upstairs?
David was where Sharon had left him in the corner. After he heard her moving around downstairs, it sounded like she was talking to someone. He hoped that her roommates had not returned early. Whatever the conversation was, it didn't last long. He didn't hear another voice so maybe she was on the phone. Then he heard the front door open and close and it sounded like she left the house. But he couldn't be sure. The last thing that he wanted to do was make her angrier by getting caught out of the corner. The immediate sting from the paddle swats was less now but his butt was still throbbing. It was also getting uncomfortable to stand like this with his nose in the corner and his butt sticking out.
A few minutes after David heard what sounded like someone leaving the house, he heard the front door open again. Someone was coming in the house. He assumed it was Sharon at first. Then he heard someone call out, "Hey sis, are you here?".
"Crap, that sounds like Jason," David thought. He panicked a little at the thought that Jason might wander through the house looking for Sharon and find David standing naked in a corner with his red butt on display. How would he explain that to Jason? David thought about leaving the corner and hiding in a closet. He heard footsteps on the stairs. Jason or someone was definitely coming upstairs. David realized that he shouldn't be caught like this. He hoped that Sharon would agree. He slipped out of the corner and into Sharon's closet. There was barely enough room for him to hide. He tried to close the closet door as quietly as he could. He was panicked enough to realize that Jason might walk into her bedroom any second. The closet door made a small noise as he pulled it shut. Now he was standing in a dark closet without any clothes on. Even Jason opened the closet door, David thought that this would look better than being seen standing naked in a corner. Jason might believe that Sharon and he had been in bed all morning and that David wasn't sure who had come so he hid in the closet.
Jason wasn't sure if he heard something or someone upstairs or not. Since it seemed that Sharon and David weren't here, he thought that it couldn't hurt to take a quick look. He went upstairs and checked the bathroom first. Julie's bedroom was empty. Then Jason walked into Sharon's bedroom. What a mess, he thought. Clothes everywhere. But he didn't see or hear anything. No point in tearing the house apart. He might not have heard anything. Jason walked back downstairs and headed toward the front door.
Just then, Sharon's car pulled into the driveway. Jason stood on the front porch and waved. Sharon wasn't unhappy to see that he was still there. But she was curious about whether Jason had discovered David standing in the corner of her bedroom. She hoped not. Or did she? Anyway, Jason didn't look surprised or anything standing on her porch. She thought that he was more likely to be laughing and rolling around on the floor inside had he found David naked standing in a corner with a freshly-paddled butt. She hadn't been gone long.
She got out of her car with the bag of burgers and fries. Jason came down the front steps and sniffed the air. "Lunch for me, too?", he asked.
"Nope. Lunch for David and me," she replied.
"So where is David anyway?," Jason asked, "I thought that he was getting lunch with you."
Sharon replied, "Oh, he decided to go for a quick run first while I picked up lunch. Speaking of which, don't you need to finish your run?"
"Trying to get rid of me, sis? Picking up this book cut my run short. Unless you thought that I would carry it around," Jason shot back.
"I would invite you for lunch but I only got enough for two. David will be back any minute," she answered.
"No sweat. I'm off. And thanks for the book," Jason called as he resumed his run in the direction of his dorm. Sharon watched him go. Jason was still wearing his high school gym shorts too. Just like David did. She would have to take Jason shopping one of these days. He probably needed new underwear and socks too.
Sharon climbed the front porch steps and walked inside. She left the lunch bag in the kitchen and went upstairs to retrieve David from his corner. When she got to her room, there was no sign of David where she had left him less than an hour ago. Where had he wandered off too? She wasn't sure whether to be angry with him but thought that she definitely could not let him get away with leaving the corner without permission. She called his name. Her closet door eased open. David stuck his head out and whispered, "Is Jason gone?".
"Yes, he's gone. You can come out. In fact, you better get your butt out here now. Who said that you could get out of the corner?" Sharon asked.
"Well, uh, you weren't here, I guess, and Jason came in the house and upstairs. I thought that I better not let him see me like that," David replied.
"Oh, and why is that?", she pressed, "Don't you think that Jason knows what happens to naughty boys? He certainly had personal experience with getting his butt paddled at home."
"Yeah, well, um, I was embarrassed to have him find me like that in a corner," he answered.
Sharon shot back, "Well, I'll deal with that later. Come downstairs and get lunch. I'm starving."
"Where's my clothes?," David asked.
"You won't need them for the rest of the day. Come downstairs now," she said pointing to the bedroom doorway, "Or do I need to bring my paddle back up here?"
David looked at her when she said that. It was clear from her stern expression that she wasn't kidding. She pointed again to the door. He walked that way. He was hoping that Jason really was gone.
With David ahead of her walking down the stairs, Sharon got a good look at his backside. His butt was still red. Not surprising since it had only been an hour since she had paddled him. Her butt had been red for longer an hour last night. David was still nervous about walking nude around her house, it seemed. When they got downstairs, she pointed to the kitchen where she had already laid out the burgers and fries with some drinks. David said, "Uh, I need to go to the bathroom real quick."
"Fine," Sharon replied, "But keep your hands off your dick while you are in there, mister."
David didn't replied to that. He had no intention of doing anything that might upset Sharon further. He went to the bathroom quickly and returned to the kitchen.
Sharon was already seated at the kitchen table and beginning to eat her burger. She had gotten David two burgers as she thought he might be extra hungry. He had seemed distracted at breakfast. She wondered, with a smile, "Now, why would he have been distracted?" After all, she had just told him that she was going to paddle his butt when they got back to her house. David sat down at the kitchen table. But the second he did, he realized that sitting was not very comfortable with his spanked butt. He shifted in his chair. "Not sitting very well, are we?," Sharon asked.
"Um, not really," he replied.
"Well, if you need to stand up and eat, that's fine too," she shot back.
"Uh, maybe that would be better," David answered as he stood up. His only concern about eating standing up was that he was now visible to the outside through the kitchen windows. The neighbors on that side of Sharon's house might be able to see him. He didn't think so but couldn't be sure. It felt weird to be eating lunch in the nude in Sharon's kitchen. Especially when Sharon was fully dressed or as dressed as she was going to be, he guessed. Sharon was wearing one of her short skirts and a t-shirt.
They finished eating in silence. David was still standing. He wasn't sure what might happened next. Sharon didn't seem pleased or displeased with him. But he had definitely gotten out of the corner without permission. And she had implied that he would be punished later. So, was he out of the woods now? He couldn't tell.
Sharon broke the silence, "I think that you should come over here and give me some attention." David wasn't sure what she meant until she lifted the front of her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties. He hesitated. Did she want to have sex here in the kitchen?
But then she said, "Let's go in the living room where we will be more comfortable." So he followed her into the living room. She sat on the edge of the couch and lifted her skirt up again. "I suggest that you get to work with your tongue again. The carpet in here will be more comfortable on your knees."
That was clear enough now. David lowered himself onto his knees in front of her. He moved his head in-between her legs and started with his tongue, as she had instructed. It didn't take a minute before he was hard. He felt strange to be nude in her living room and giving her oral while she was mostly dressed. In the library the other night when he had been under the table and doing the same thing, he had his shirt and jeans on. Sure, she had made him unzip his jeans and his penis had been sticking out. But here, he was wearing nothing at all. Was this part of the punishment or just Sharon's kinky side?
He thought that he was getting better at oral. Sharon moved more in response to the attention that he was giving her. She suddenly gave a shudder and moaned. He kept at it. He wasn't certain that she had cum yet. She moaned some more and was pressing her crotch into his face urgently. He definitely thought that she had cum now. His erection was now painfully hard. He was turned-on by what he was doing to her and by how he was feeling. The throbbing of his butt had decreased to the point that he wasn't thinking about it any longer. It occurred to him that he might feel differently if Sharon gave his butt another smack or if he was sitting down. But he was on his knees and his butt was hanging in the air. Sharon continued to moan and move as though she was cumming again. She was arching her back against the couch and making more sounds, even louder this time.
Finally, Sharon slid over sideways on the couch. David tried to continue but she reached down and grabbed his hair in a playful way. "That's enough for now," she whispered and then, "I have an idea. Let's go for a run."
At first, David wasn't sure what she meant. Did she really mean go running? And like this or what? He decided to play it safe and replied, "Sure, do you mean a real run or something else?"
"Oh, what else did you have in mind?," she asked.
"Nothing, I just meant, well, a run is fine," he answered.
"I really meant go for a run. I feel like I have a million pounds of energy right now. Let's go run for a couple of miles," Sharon said.
"Okay, good, I don't have any running clothes here, though. Want me to go change at the dorm?", David asked.
"Nope, I have everything that you need right here. I'll go change and bring what you need," she responded.
David wasn't sure what she meant. All he had at her house were the clothes that he had worn over last night. Jeans, shirt, sneakers, socks, and underpants. He needed a pair of shorts at least. He wasn't sure where she had put his clothes. She had taken them from her room after she had paddled him.
Sharon went upstairs to change. David stood and waited for her. He didn't want to sit down just yet. Maybe a run would relieve some of the pain back there?
A few minutes later, she came downstairs. She had changed into some very short gym shorts, a t-shirt, and some socks and sneakers. But she was carrying something in her hands. She tossed whatever it was in his direction and he caught it. It was a pair of white gym shorts and a jockstrap. While he stared at that, she went into the laundry room and retrieved his sock and sneakers. "There, that's all you need, isn't it?" Sharon said.
"Uh, yeah, but where did this come from?", David replied.
"Oh, I went shopping for you last weekend. That's not all that I bought but it's all you need for now. Get dressed," she said.
As Sharon watched, David pulled on the jockstrap and the gym shorts. Then he sat and put his socks and sneakers on. "How about my t-shirt?", he asked.
"You don't need it, do you? Don't you boys run without a shirt most of the time?", she said.
"Uh, yeah. Okay," he replied. It was true. He sometimes didn't wear a t-shirt to run. And even in the gym, he was sometimes without a t-shirt too.
He noticed that the gym shorts that she had bought were really short but just big enough to cover what they had to. The waistband of the jockstrap stuck up above the back waistband of the gym shorts. But that wasn't unusual either. If he pulled his shorts up to cover the jock waistband, then the shorts rode up too high in the crotch. While the shorts were small, at least they weren't rubbing too much on his sore butt.
"Ready?", Sharon asked.
"Yeah, sure," David replied. They headed out the front door and started down the sidewalk with a light run to warm up. Sharon walked a little slower at first. She wanted to check out David from behind. She thought that she had chosen his new gym shorts well.
Then they picked up their pace. Sharon was a regular runner. Maybe more than David. He liked the gym more and she liked running longer distances around town. They had run together a few times. David knew that she ran almost every day. He had a longer stride but her endurance was as good as his. He adjusted his pace to hers without any difficulty. In places, he had to run a little harder to keep up. They ran quietly for the first mile. Then Sharon said, "Just like gym class? Did you have to run a lot then?"
David replied, "Yeah, running laps inside the gym on cold days and on the track outside otherwise, sure. Sometimes, the whole PE class had to run the cross-country path through the woods next to the school." He was glad that he could say all that without breathing heavy. He didn't want to look bad in front of Sharon, who was running at a really strong pace and without wheezing.
"So, did you all run in PE with shirts or without", she asked.
"Outside, sure. Inside too, if it was hot in the gym and we were doing nothing but running for the whole period," he replied.
"Did you guys ever have to run for punishment?", she pressed.
David thought and said, "Sometimes, yeah. If the whole class was in trouble for something, we might have to run the whole class. That was bad."
She followed up with "What if the whole class wasn't in trouble?".
"You mean if just some of us were in trouble?", he asked.
"Yes, would the coach make just some of you run as punishment or would the coach mainly use other punishments?", she came back.
David thought that he knew where this was going. "Yeah, most of the time getting in trouble meant getting paddled and not running. But sometimes, we got paddled and then had to run laps after. Kind of depended," he replied.
"Depended on what?" she pressed again.
"Uh, when we got in trouble mostly. I mean, if someone got in trouble early enough in the class, they might get paddled first and then have to run laps the rest of the class period," David said.
Sharon was curious about this. She had noticed boys running laps in their gym class when she was in high school and knew that they were in trouble. Had they also been paddled? Maybe. She wasn't sure. She had definitely heard boys getting paddled but wasn't sure if they were in the PE class and getting paddled in the locker room or if they were getting paddled in the hallway outside the gym by some other teacher. She wished now that she had paid more attention to the boys gym class. Her friends and her had been more interested in how the boys looked in their cute PE uniforms at the time.
"So, did you get paddled by the coach and then had to run laps for the rest of the PE class sometimes?," she asked.
"Um, yeah, that happened," David answered.
"And what did you do to get that double punishment?", she wanted to know.
"Sometimes, that might be what the coach called a uniform infraction," David said.
Now Sharon was really curious. "Like what?", she asked.
"Uh, could be anything. Not wearing the PE uniform," he offered, "Some guys forgot their PE shirts, shorts, whatever."
"What about forgetting to wear their jockstraps?" she probed.
"Yeah, that could get us in trouble too. We had uniform inspections almost every class. At the beginning of class," David answered.
"We had that too. But our coach wasn't strict about our underwear. She was mainly checking to make sure we were wearing the right shirt, shorts and shoes for class, I remember seeing the boys class lined up and knew that their coach looked them over but I couldn't see what was happening at the other end of the gym," Sharon said.
"Guess the girls had it easy that way," David responded.
"So how did the coaches check out your whole uniform, including what you were wearing underneath? That happened in the gym?", she asked.
"Yeah, we lined up. The coaches walked up and down the lines and checked everyone's uniform that way. We had to pop our jocks to show that we were wearing one," he said.
"Sounds funny. Pop your jock. What do you mean?," Sharon asked.
"Snap the front waistband or pull the leg straps down from under our shorts. It wasn't that weird at the time," he replied.
"And you forgot your jockstrap sometimes? What happened if you did?", she pressed some more.
"The first time, maybe nothing. Although some coaches wouldn't let anyone get away with a uniform infraction even once. If we forgot some part of our uniform or the whole uniform more than once, then we were definitely in trouble," he said with a shrug.
Sharon was really curious now. "And what happened, if you were definitely in trouble."
"I think you know. We got paddled usually," David said.
"In the locker room? Bare butt?" she asked.
"Yeah, usually, I mean. Sometimes not bare. But a paddling through gym shorts isn't any fun either," he offered.
"Wearing a jockstrap under your gyms, your shorts offered almost no protection?", Sharon shot back.
"Uh, right. Like wearing underwear only, I guess," David replied.
They had turned back toward Sharon's house and were now just a few blocks away. Sharon thought that the time was right to make David worry.
"Oh, by the way, I'm not finished with your punishment," she announced.
David was silent. He wasn't sure what to say. So he looked at her.
Sharon looked over and said, "When we get back to the house, you need another paddling. First, you weren't completely off the hook with the paddling you got this morning. Second, you got out of the corner without permission."
David thought about arguing. He thought it was unfair to get paddled for getting out of the corner when Jason was in the house. Although he thought that maybe he had overreacted. He hadn't known for sure that Jason would come upstairs. But Jason had, hadn't he? And now what was the first part again? She had paddled him really hard. Five swats. Sure, he had earned two extra for moving but still five swats was a lot already.
He decided to say nothing. He knew where this was going.
They reached Sharon's house in another five minutes. As soon as they got inside, she pointed to the dining room and said, "I'll meet you in there."
David went into the dining room. Wasn't much there. An old dining table and six chairs. He wondered if her roommates and her ever ate together in here? As he turned around, Sharon appeared in the doorway, carrying the paddle. David looked at it and then at her. Sharon said nothing. Just walked over and pulled one of the chairs back from the dining table. She turned the chair around so that its back was now facing the table.
"Okay. Drop your shorts and bend over the chair," she instructed.
David paused. But he didn't see a way out of this. So he turned around and faced the chair. He reached down and dropped his gym shorts to his ankles. Without a t-shirt, he was now almost bare. Sharon hadn't said anything about his jockstrap so he guessed that he could keep it up. He bent over the chair and placed his hands on its seat.
Sharon liked this view. David's butt was framed by the waistband and leg straps of his jock. Like providing the perfect target for her paddle.
"Look straight ahead," she commanded, "You will get three. But if your hands come off the chair, I start over."
"Three?", David thought, "I've had five already." Still, he couldn't claim that getting eight swats in a day hadn't happened before. If he got in trouble at school and got paddled there, he would usually get more swats at home later. So, three swats at school and five at home would not have been unusual.
Sharon lined up the paddle with his butt first and then raised the paddle. She thought that she was getting better at this. She brought the paddle down hard on David's butt. The contact made a loud pop that sounded even louder than the swats that she had given him this morning. David shuddered at the impact. Coming on top of the five swats earlier, even one more swat set his bottom on fire again. Sharon brought the paddle back again and decided to aim a little lower this time. She thought that a lower swat might lift David a little. It might even make him take his hands off the chair. She swung the paddle hard again. Another loud pop. David kept his hands on the chair but barely. He groaned a little with that swat. His butt was already fiery red. Sharon raised the paddle again and repeated the last swat with one that lifted David's butt up. He managed to hang onto the chair but he arched his back and kind of wiggled his very red butt.
"That's all. You can stand up now," Sharon said.
David straightened up with effort. He was trying to resist the impulse to dance around a bit like a little boy. Instead, he reached back and grabbed his blazing buttocks with both hands.
"Now, go up and take a shower. You can leave your clothes down here. I'll start the laundry," she said as she pointed with the paddle toward the upstairs.
David obeyed. He pulled off his sneakers and socks, followed by his gym shorts and jockstrap. "Hang those to me," Sharon said. And he did.
"Upstairs and shower. You haven't shower yet today," she announced.
It was true. They had gotten out of bed this morning in a hurry, dressed, and rushed to breakfast with Jason. Then as soon as they had gotten home, Sharon had paddled him and put him in the corner. Lunch, followed by the run. He hadn't been conscious of smelling like sex this morning although he surely had. But now after their run, he was wet with sweat and desperately needed a shower.
He headed upstairs. His butt was on fire. Maybe a cool shower would help. David went straight to the bathroom and peed. Then he started the shower to let it warm up a little. He could always turn the water temp down once he got in. He checked out his butt in the bathroom mirror. It looked bad. Very red and definitely going to bruise, he thought. But at least he didn't have to serve corner time again. He got into the shower and pulled the shower curtain shut. He washed his hair first. He was cautious about having any warm water on his butt just yet. He hadn't been paddled that much in at least two or three years. Talk about being spanked until he couldn't sit comfortably. That was where he was now.
David didn't hear Sharon enter the bathroom. Suddenly one end of the shower curtain opened and she stepped in the bathtub. "Thought I would shower with you to save water," she said with a smile.
"Uh, great," he replied. He liked showering with Sharon. They hadn't done it much but it usually led to more than just a shower. Still, his butt was throbbing and he wasn't sure how easy it would be to get aroused. They switched places under the shower head so that Sharon could get wet and lather up some. David's hair was soapy with shampoo so he needed to rinse but he waited until she was done getting wet and lathering herself. She washed her hair and then lathered her body. She turned toward David and gently soaped his penis. In a few seconds, he was hard. She saw that his hair was still full of shampoo so she pulled him toward her and switched places again so that he was under the water. As he bent under the shower head, Sharon reach around and continued to massage his penis as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. Which he could barely do. Suddenly, he felt her other hand cupping his butt, which caused him to wince. It hurt to be touched on his buttocks. He almost lost his erection. She realized that her touch on his butt was painful almost immediately and reached instead between his legs and touched the back of his balls. His full erection was back.
Although it was hard to concentrate, he finished rinsing his hair. He turned toward her and they kissed. She then knelt in the tub and took his penis in her mouth. This time, she was careful to steady herself by grabbing behind his knees and not by grabbing his buttocks as she sometimes did. As she mouthed him, she reached up with one hand, placed a single soapy finger on the outside of his anus, and made a circular motion. The sensation surprised him. It felt weird and good at the same time. He had been hard and it seemed that he had just gotten harder. He didn't feel that he was close to cumming at all. The sex last night, the two paddlings today, and his still throbbing butt had slowed his arousal a lot. Sharon worked on his penis longer than she had before. Especially since she used oral more to get him hard again after a round of sex. Now he was as hard as he was going to get and she wasn't stopping. Her finger slowly circling his anus was unexpected. But it was very arousing. And he definitely wasn't complaining. She gently inserted the tip of her finger into his anus. That startled him. The only reason that he didn't jerk away from her was that she had most of him in her mouth and now moving her head rapidly back and forth. She then had her finger about an inch inside. "This isn't a mistake," he thought. At first, he wondered if she had accidentally penetrated him with her finger. But now it was clear that she knew what she was doing. Her finger was now up to the second knuckle and she had rotated her finger and was pointing it in direction of his belly button. David squirmed at this moment. He had never had a girl do that before. She was gently moving her finger in very small circles inside his anus. He suddenly seemed to be on the verge of bumming. Maybe she sensed it too. His anus had clamped down hard on her finger. Was that normal? She thought that it probably was. She needed to read up on that reflex. If that was what it was.
Sharon decided that she had gone far enough. She slowly withdrew her finger while also slowly pulling her mouth off David's penis. She didn't want him to cum just yet. She accidentally touched his buttocks again and he flinched a little. She looked up at him. He was looking down at her. She crooked her finger as if to say "come down here" so David knelt down. She rinsed the finger that had just been in his anus well. And pulled him closer so that they were chest to chest and on their knees in the tub. Then she got up, stood with her legs apart and pulled his face into her crotch. David had been about to cum and his dick was still very hard. But the end of Sharon's stimulation on his penis and anus has steadied him from cumming. He started using his tongue, but it was more awkward kneeing in the slippery tub that he expected. Plus he was taller than Sharon so even kneeing while she was standing made oral more difficult. She sensed this and whispered, "Let's get out and finished this in the bedroom." They both quickly rinsed again and stepped out of the tub to dry off. Sharon held onto his penis like a leash and led him to the bedroom. She laid down on her back on her bed and pulled him down on top of her to finish the oral. The angle was better. She guided his head with her hands and spread her legs as wide as she could. David used his tongue and then one of his fingers. Sharon moaned and shuddered. Then she seemed to convulse. He kept at it.
After a few more minutes, she lifted his head and propped herself up on some pillows. "You are getting better all the time," she said, "I may have to keep you around."
"Uh, thanks, I guess," David replied. He really wasn't sure what to say. He was still very hard and more than ready to cum. Sharon seemed to have another idea though.
"Let's take a break and get a snack, shall we?", she proposed. David thought that he was about ready to burst. But it was clear that Sharon wasn't going there just yet.
"Okay, um, what do you want to do?", he answered.
"I think that we go downstairs and make some popcorn and watch a movie for awhile. Sound good?", she replied.
It didn't sound as good as what he really wanted to do but he didn't want to argue. "Sure," he answered.
Sharon rolled out and offered her hands to pull him up on the edge of the bed. "Let's go," she said.
"Uh, clothes?" David asked.
"Nope, don't need them. We have the house to ourselves. We don't need to get dressed. Besides, your clothes are in the washer and I need to move them to the dryer. I might let you have some clothes later," Sharon answered.