New Beginnings Part 8: Two For The Price Of One

By Marc Murrey

Part 8 of the continuing saga about John Burnette, a wealthy, successful, handsome, sexy and dominant top, who likes to discipline younger men and his growing entourage of willing and submissive ‘boys’. When tradesmen work for John they sometimes get more than just a job.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marc Murrey
• Release date: Jan 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301583065

Marc Murrey

Born in Edinburgh, Scotland of an American father and Scottish mother, Marc has written several short stories but only published his first full length novel in 2010.He lives with his partner and 2 dogs in an isolated cottage in the scenic serenity of the Scottish Borders.

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NEW BEGINNINGS Part 8

Two For The Price Of One

By

Marc Murrey

Published by Marc Murrey at

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Copyright Marc Murrey 2013

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All characters in this work of fiction who indulge in sexual acts are aged over eighteen.

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CHAPTER FORTYFOUR

Now that the funeral of his mum was in the past, and I had reiterated my promise to him I would do everything that was in my power to help him, I reckoned that Danny could look to the future with some confidence, so it wasn’t really surprising that he cheered up considerably during the drive home.

He told me the backgrounds of his three friends after I asked him about them while we drove, and he actually laughed when I told him that I thought the two lads looked like typical football hooligans, of the type we often saw on the television news. He told me they were both ‘really sound lads’, which I didn’t disagree with, having talked to them for most of the afternoon, and the girl had been a friend of Danny’s since they had both been at primary school.

When we did get home, it was Don who came to greet us, telling us there was coffee ready for us in the kitchen, for which I, for one, was grateful, as some of what had been called coffee that I’d been drinking during the day, had tasted more like dirty dishwater!

When we got into the kitchen, I sat on a stool, pulled Danny to stand between my legs, put my hands on his backside, one on each butt cheek, and gave him a kiss as I asked him if he felt all right. He said he was fine now, and he actually looked fine. Roy draped his arms round my neck from behind me and nuzzled his face into the side of mine and the three of us sat like that for a moment, then chaos broke out as the rest of the lads came in and welcomed us home and I almost got hugged to death, although Pete was still with Tom Jamieson getting his guitar lesson, so I looked forward to his greeting once he finished, which would be in about fifteen minutes I thought, when I glanced at the clock.

I was brought up to date on all the news of the day, how Don, Pete and Shane had made the evening meal, with Jean having sent Penny up with some of her home-made soup for them all as well, then about how well the builders had done.

Then Wattie told me quietly, Wills got the belt in school today, Sir.

Oh? What for? I asked Wills, who was now standing at the back of the little group of lads, blushing.

He said something that I didn’t hear as he mumbled, so I had to ask him to repeat it, and he mumbled a little more loudly, I didn’t do some of my homework, Sir.

I looked at him, surprised, then at Billy who nodded to me with a grim expression on his face. I thought for a moment, then told them, well let me finish my coffee, Billy, then you need to take Wills to the office so I can speak to you both.

Will we get the strap, Sir? Wills asked quietly.

We’ll discuss it in the office, I told him in a dismissive tone, as I was really annoyed with both him and Billy, and he blushed again.

I saw Wattie blush and look down as well, so I asked him, do you have anything to confess too, son?

He quickly replied, no sir, sounding surprised that I had asked.

Just then, Pete came in and rushed over to hug me as soon as he realised I was there, then he hugged Danny, then Roy, and came back to hug me, as he was telling us all he’d missed us, then Shane told us that he would go and get his guitar lesson.

I suggested that Danny and Roy change out of their suits, even though they both looked smart and sexy wearing them, and their firm backsides felt nice through the soft material, then told Billy, I’ll just go and change, then see you and your brother in the office in five minutes, son.

He nodded. Billy and both of his brothers followed me out of the kitchen as I left to go up to my room. The three of them crossed the hall slowly and went into my office as I went up the main stairs. I wondered why Wattie had gone with his brothers, then decided he must have thought I’d said, ‘you and your brothers’, and chuckled.

Because I wanted to have a good look at the progress the builders had made on the garage, and to tease Roy and Danny later, I changed into a pair of leather jeans and a soft woollen jersey. I was finished changing and heading back downstairs to the office well within the five minutes I’d said I would be.

The three brothers were standing in front of the fireplace talking quietly amongst themselves when I went in and shut the door. As soon as they saw me enter the room, they stopped talking and moved to stand in a straight line in front of the fireplace, Billy on the left, Wills on the right, with Wattie between them. I wondered if that was how they had stood when their dad had disciplined them all.

I perched my bum on the front edge of my desk and looked at the three of them, making myself look serious.

So, I began, are you going to tell me why you got the belt at school, young man? I asked Wills firmly.

He told me quietly, looking at the floor, that he hadn’t done some of his homework, which after prompting, turned out to be most of his homework assignments for the day, of English, Maths, and History, and he had actually been belted by all three of those teachers during the course of the day.

I asked Billy if he had been checking to make sure that the two boys had been doing their homework and he admitted he hadn’t been, but I knew you asked them most days if they’d done their homework Sir, he protested as an excuse.

Officially, they’re in your care, I told him firmly, and you know that even though you have your shoulder in plaster, you have to take the responsibility to make sure they do their homework, get their meals, and are washed and dressed in clean clothes, even if I do help you with all of that. But ultimately, it’s your responsibility to see to it all.

None of this was anything he didn’t know, the conditions of him being allowed to have them in his custody having been well explained to him both when he got them out of Rowanlea Children’s Unit, and several times since by myself, so he acknowledged me with a quiet, but serious, I suppose so, Sir, yes.

I turned to Wills then and told him, well, you all know the rules in this house, son. Any of you that gets the belt at school or from a private tutor, gets their backside strapped at home.

He looked at me, swallowed with a loud gulp, then nodded and in a husky voice, said, yes Sir.

If Billy was able to do it, I’d see to it that he punished you, I told the two of them, but as he can’t, I’ll have to do it for him.

I.. I told you Sir, I don’t think I could strap either of them, Billy said quietly, blushing as he looked at me, even if my arm was OK, I’d still have to get you to do it.

I nodded to him, then told him sternly, you’re going to have to learn to do it Billy, but in any case, you are going to get a dose of the strap too, for failing to carry out your responsibilities to make sure both your brothers do all their homework each day.

His mouth dropped open in surprise, then he nodded and replied quietly, yes Sir, sorry Sir, I suppose I deserve it, Sir.

There’s no supposing about it, Billy, I told him, a little more sternly, which made him drop his gaze from mine and nod his acquiescence.

Wattie took a hesitant step forward, then asked me hesitantly and with a tremor in his voice, which straps will I fetch Sir?

I thought for a brief moment, not even considering that the boy thought he was going to be strapped as well, then told him, make it numbers two and six.

With what Billy had told me about young Wills, I thought that number six, the two tailed heavy tawse should be sore enough to make the lad really yelp if I laid it on fairly hard, and the three tailed extra heavy strap was to use on Billy. I’d used the two tailed ‘H’ on Shane several times when he was just a little over Wills’ age. A moment later, Wattie carried the two straps over to me and held them out, not looking at me.

Thank you, son, I told him quietly as I took them from him.

He immediately walked back to the fireplace to stand between his brothers.

Wills. Come here, I told the youngest brother sternly.

He took a step forward, then slowly walked towards me with his head down. Once he was standing in front of me I told him, I’m surprised and disappointed in you, son, I thought you were settling into a routine.

He mumbled something while still looking at the floor, so I told him, because of the situation you and your brother are in, you must make an extra effort to make sure you do all your homework, and try your very best at school, or Billy will get into serious trouble, and you in particular, could end up back at Rowanlee. I’m sure you don’t want that, do you?

N.. no Sir, he replied quietly, but sounding aghast.

Well, apart from that, the rule in this house, as you well know, is that any lad who gets the belt at school or from their tutors at home, gets their backside strapped, I repeated to him and he nodded slowly, the object being, I continued by way of explanation, to be a serious deterrent to misbehaving at school and to encourage you to give your school work your best efforts.

I.. I know, Sir, he replied quietly, with a catch in his voice now.

Well, bare your bottom, then lay over the arm of the settee, son, I told him firmly.

He glanced at me, then moved to stand at the end of the settee. He slowly undid his jeans and pushed them and his underpants down to his hips. I moved to stand behind him and quickly pulled his jeans and underpants down to his knees, making him flinch in surprise. I put my hand on his back and he leaned forward, then got his tummy onto the arm of the settee. His feet were off the floor and he half fell forward, to rest his arms and head on the seat of the leather covered settee with his legs dangling in mid-air behind him.

You’ll get at least six, son, I told him, but I will give you as many as it takes to make you cry.

I heard a muffled cry from him, then stood beside him and laid the tawse across his little, bared backside, which made him clench his muscles, then as he relaxed again, I raised the strap and swung it down fairly hard. As Billy had told me to expect, the lad didn’t even flinch, so I laid it on harder for the next stroke, and had to lay it on even harder for the third stroke, which did make him let out a gasp. It took ten, well laid on strokes, by which time his little backside was glowing deep red, to make the laddie cry and sob, then I told him he could stand up and get dressed again.

Once he had stood and pulled his pants and jeans up, I gave him a hug as he cried onto my chest. He gripped me really tightly and apologised for not doing his homework and letting us all down, then I held him by his shoulders and looked into his face.

He held his hand out to me, so I shook it and he said between his suppressed sobs and hiccups, I’m sorry. Th..thank you Sir.

You need to apologise to your brothers too, I told him, and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

The lad went to Billy and held his hand out to him. Billy took it and they shook hands as Wills said, I’m sorry I got you into trouble Billy, then they hugged each other as Billy nodded to me.

I hadn’t noticed that Wattie had unbuckled his belt and the top button of his jeans until he began to walk slowly over to me, undoing his zip and beginning to push his jeans and underpants down.

Have you done something to deserve a punishment, Wattie? I asked him in surprise.

He looked at me with a confused expression on his face, then told me, I.. I thought I’d get it too, Sir. You’re belting Wills and Billy.

Unless you’ve done something to deserve it son, I told him, then no, you’re not getting the belt.

He looked at me and blushed, with his face turning bright red, then gave me a little smile and began to pull his jeans and underpants up again. I looked over him to his brother and said, Billy? Come here, lad.

Billy walked towards me with a nervous smile on his face and stood at the end of the settee. Although I could see that he had a hard on in his jeans, I didn’t comment on it as I unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them down to his knees.

You know why you’re going to be punished, son, I told him sternly and he nodded, so turn and get over the arm.

As he turned round and laid himself over the arm of the settee, I slipped his jersey boxer shorts down. He moved a little to get his backside into the right position as he settled whilst I turned and picked up the extra heavy, three tailed tawse. I noticed that both Wills and Wattie, who was now standing beside his little brother again, visibly flinched as I hefted the heavy strap in my hand.

Because you could end up in serious trouble if you neglect your responsibilities, you’ll get as many as it takes to make you cry, Billy, I told him, then laid the strap across his sexy, square-shaped, backside to take aim.

He gasped after the first stroke, which I laid on really hard, then began to yelp after the third one. I had to give him six from each side to make him cry, then another two to make sure he was sobbing properly. His entire backside glowed deep red now too, with the marks from the tawse's tails showing as darker red stripes across it.

I noticed that Wattie’s eyes filled with tears when he saw Billy begin to cry and Wills began to sob badly again as well.

Once I was satisfied that Billy had had enough though, I told him kindly, you can stand up now son.

He struggled to stand up, and even though he was sobbing quite badly, he turned and held his left hand out for me to shake, and as I did so, said between his sobs, Thank you Sir, I’ll make sure they both do their homework in future.

I pulled him in to me and hugged him, then after a few moments as he sobbed onto my shoulder, He stood back and I pulled up his boxer shorts and jeans and fastened them for him. I gave him another hug once he was dressed and held my hand out to Wills, who almost ran to me and hugged me, then Wattie came over and hugged me too, so I had all three of them in my arms.

Right then, you three, I said brightly, Wattie, will you put the straps away, then I need a coffee.

I’ll make it Sir, Wattie said with a smile as he took the straps to the cupboard.

I saw him look down at Billy’s holdall then look at his brother after he’d seen it, but he didn’t say anything, then the four of us went to the kitchen where Wattie began to make coffees for Billy and me, while I hugged Billy and Wills again. Roy and Danny were in the kitchen making scrambled eggs and there was the aroma of fresh toast in the air.

We’re doing scrambled eggs on toast Sir, would you like some? Danny asked me with a little smile.

Oh, yes please, I told him, I didn’t realise I was so hungry until I smelled the bread toasting, and grinned at him.

I’ll do some more eggs then, Sir, Roy said and grinned at me.

Why not put some baked beans on as well, I suggested and they both smiled at me then.

I took the opportunity to go out and have a look at what the builders had done. I spent about ten minutes checking their work and was impressed with the overall progress, but before I had the chance to examine anything in detail, Shane came up to me. His eyes had tears in them although he wasn’t actually crying.

Mr Jamieson wants to see you Sir, he told me, his voice sounding as if he was choking.

Are you all right son? I asked him, concerned that he was unwell.

He nodded, but I saw a tear roll down his cheek.

As soon as we got into the kitchen, Tom Jamieson gave me a grim smile and asked, could I speak to you and Shane in private please?

Of course, I told him with a smile, then led the way to the office.

What’s the problem? I asked him with a smile, as I leaned my bum on the desk.

I had to strap Shane again tonight, John, he’s done very little practice this last week, Tom told me quietly, and if he doesn’t buck up his ideas, I’ll have to drop him as a pupil.

I was astonished and looked at Shane.

He had tears in his eyes and had begun to cry silently, so I asked him sternly, Shane? Have you been practicing?

He shook his head and mumbled, I got too engrossed in making… in the workroom, Sir.

Aw Shane, I said, with my voice sounding really disappointed with him, which I was, I told you not to miss your practice, and every time I asked you, you said you were up to date with it, son.

I know, Dad, he mumbled.

Well I’m sorry son, but you know the rules, I told him then, my voice sounding to me, as sad and disappointed in him, as I felt.

He nodded and his crying got a little worse.

What did you give him? I asked Tom then, and he replied quietly, six hard strokes on his trackies with the strap he got from here.

Go and get number two, son, I said to Shane then.

He flinched, but turned and slowly went to the cupboard and took the tawse from it, returning to stand in front of me, holding the strap down at his side.

I held my hand out but he hesitated for a moment before holding the tawse out for me to take from him, letting out a loud sigh as he did so.

Bare it and get over the arm of the settee son, I told him quietly, my voice shaking with the anger and disappointment I felt.

He glanced at me, then at Tom, blushed a tiny bit, then moved to the settee, pushed his nylon shell suit bottoms down and laid himself over the arm. His backside showed the marks and redness of the strapping from Tom and I reckoned he’d done a reasonably decent job of it.

You’ll get six this time son, I told him firmly, then added, but if Tom drops you, I’ll use the borstal strap on you, I promise. You’re a major disappointment to me, son.

I laid the strap across his already reddened buttocks as he began to sob, then raised it and swung it down really hard. He yelled both in surprise and pain. I saw Tom take a half step back beside me, so he was now out of my field of vision. I gave Shane three really hard strokes across his backside, then moved round and gave him another three of the same from the other side, making his backside almost glow once I’d finished.

He was sobbing quite badly by the time I told him to stand up, but once he’d pulled his trackies up he held his hand out and apologised between sobs for letting me down.

Now go and apologise to Tom as well, I told him.

He glanced at me and blushed, then went to Tom and held his hand out. Tom took it and as Shane shook his hand, he told his tutor, still sobbing, I’m sorry for not practicing Sir.

And do you want to learn to play the guitar better? I asked him accusingly,

Oh yes sir, he almost cried out between his sobs, which had suddenly got worse.

Well you’d better ask Tom not to drop you then, I told him sternly.

He looked up from the floor to look at Tom’s face then asked quietly, please Sir, don’t drop me. I do want to learn, Sir, honestly.

Well you need to practice laddie, Tom said quietly.

I will Sir, and…. I’m sorry, Shane told him, then began to cry badly again, then, still holding Tom’s hand, pleaded between his sobs, Please Sir, I promise I’ll practice in future, but please, please don’t drop me. If I do fail you in any way, please, just strap me as much as you want to, bare even, but please don’t stop teaching me. Please?

His voice trailed off and choked up on the last ‘please’.

Well stick in laddie, neither your Dad nor me like punishing you, Tom told him then and turned to me.

I couldn’t help but notice the tutor had a bit of a lump in his loose jeans and wondered if in fact he did get a bit of a kick from punishing his pupils. I could hardly object to that, though, I thought then.

Put the strap away then off you go son, I told Shane, and he took the tawse from the desk and returned it to the cupboard then glanced at me before leaving the office.

Once we were on our own, at least Pete has done really well this week, Tom said with a little smile, then shook my hand.

Good, I’m glad to hear that, I told him with a smile, then as I walked with Tom to the front door told him, you must be a good teacher for Shane to plead with you like that, and he must really like you. Of all my lads, he probably hates getting the belt the most, and for him to tell you to strap him bare bottomed.....

I was lost for words as my voice trailed off, but Tom nodded and gave me a little smile of acknowledgement.

We stood chatting for a moment then about the boys and I asked him if he knew anyone who taught bass guitar or trumpet, telling him I knew a lad who wanted to learn bass and one of my other boys wanted to learn to play the trumpet.

He said he knew one chap who taught bass guitar and he would ask around about a trumpet teacher for me. As I thanked him, I put my hand on his back, high up in the middle of his shoulders and he turned his head to smile at me. I let my hand slide down his back a couple of inches, feeling the soft, worn leather of his lounge jacket as I did so.

Tom was one of these people who was attractive in a rough, unshaven way, but seemed to ooze manliness and sex appeal, and feeling the heat of his body through his worn leather jacket got me quite aroused, so much so, I forgot for a moment what I was talking to him about, then remembered.

I told him the dates that we would be away our holidays and he smiled as he told me that they fell within the holiday break dates anyway, as he gave his private pupils the same holidays as the schools. We shook hands and he smiled as he told me he’d see me the following week, as usual, then he left, with me walking him tot he gate to close it after he went out.

When I returned to the kitchen, both Shane and Wills had left, to go up to the workroom Roy told me, but Billy and Wattie were still in the kitchen talking to the two lads. Don came in a moment later with Pete and we began to talk about the progress on the building works.

I asked Pete though, to go and tell Shane that I said he had to do his piano practice before he did anything else, and he almost ran from the kitchen to do so, the two of them returning moments later. Shane blushed and continued into the hall and I heard him playing the piano moments later. Wills came into the kitchen then, looking a bit sheepish.

I’d told Don I would have a good look at the building works once I’d had my scrambled eggs and Roy told me then that the meal would be ready in about ten minutes if I wanted to go just now, so I thanked him, and told him I’d like him to come with me, if Danny could manage on his own, to which the lad grinned and said he would be fine, so the three of us trooped outside.

Don switched on the flood lights that Mick and his men had rigged up to work by and I studied the work they had done. The walls were almost up to the ceiling level of the ground floor on all three sides, and I was delighted to see that the thickness of the mortar between the courses of concrete blocks and external stonework was as even as it could be, both in the horizontal and vertical planes, and was being nicely pointed both inside and out as the blocks were being laid, drawing both Roy and Don’s attention to those details.

I explained to them both that the thickness of the mortar was important, as the dressed stone blocks for the outer leaf of the walls had all been cut to size at the builder’s yard to my specifications, and if the mortar was too thinly or thickly laid, the appearance would be drastically affected as the stones wouldn’t be the right size over the length and height of the walls.

Roy expressed his amazement that a detail like that was a design feature, and not just something that ‘happened’ as the walls were being built. He told me he would look for other things that might be designed in.

I chuckled and told him, all you have to do son, is look at the drawings. All the details are there, for the world to see, either drawn or in the notes.

Can I study the set in the office please, Sir, he asked me then, to which I replied, of course, son.

The timber shuttering was already partly in place for the concrete to be poured for the upper floor and I assumed, without climbing the scaffold tower, that the reinforcing rods were in place too, which Don told me they were. The temporary shuttering was well supported on steel ‘ladder’ type scaffold beams and looked more than strong enough to support the weight of the wet concrete once it was poured.

I told Roy I would get him to check the work each day and would teach him what to look for with regards to both the details and the quality of the workmanship. He grinned and gave me a one armed hug. When we’d finished looking at the progress, I concluded to Don, that all in all, Mick and his men had not only done an excellent job, but had done it really quickly.

He grinned at me, thanked me for the praise, and told me that the joiners he had