A Brief Lesson in Discipline

By John James Redden

When he took his hot friend Nick out for a gay bar crawl, college senior Ryan expected a night of drinking, nothing more. He didn't expect their first stop, a leather bar, to be hosting a spanking party. He didn't expect a friendly stranger to offer the two of them a lesson in paddling technique. And he didn't expect Nick to be interested...very interested.

If Ryan wanted to get into Nick's pants, his own pants would have to come down in front of a lot of other men. Could there be a worse time to be wearing tighty-whities?

This gay erotic novelette of approximately 12,000 words features spanking, in public and in private, mild humiliation and domination, and a happy ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John James Redden
• Release date: Jan 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463411872

John James Redden

John James Redden has issues with authority. He deals with his issues by reading and writing fiction.

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A Brief Lesson in Discipline

John James Redden

Copyright 2019 John James Redden

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About the Author

Chapter 1

Nick raised his muscular arm across the cafeteria table, holding a glass of root beer. To our final final exams!

I raised my glass of water and clinked Nick’s. To our final final exams!

Since we met the first week of freshman year, I’d been admiring Nick’s arms...and his shoulders, and his chest, and his hair, which he kept buzzed, like a military recruit in basic training. For our first two years of college, Nick was deep in the closet. Then he came out and announced he was in a relationship with another guy on the wrestling team. They broke up this January, and Nick spent spring semester dealing with the fallout. We were friends through it all. Just friends.

So what are you doing for senior week? asked Nick. Are you going anywhere?

Much though I love going on road trips with straight people, I thought I’d stay in town. Maybe I’ll get out and go clubbing.

Nick gave me a knowing look. When I said maybe, I meant definitely.

I’m staying in town too. You know, I’ve never been to a gay bar. I mean a bar bar, not a dance club.

Really? I asked.

Yeah. I wonder if I’d like bars more.

I knew what Nick meant. He’d joined me clubbing a few times, but he didn’t quite fit in with clubbing culture. He had an amazing body—not just his arms. I knew, because I’d seen him naked in the locker room. But he insisted on wearing loose-fitting shirts and old-fashioned jeans that didn’t show off all the work he did in the gym. His buzzcut suited him—it made his square jaw look almost heroically masculine—but it looked out of place in a room full of men with styled hair. And he couldn’t dance.

It’s ridiculous that you’ve never been to a gay bar. I’m taking you on a bar crawl. A gay bar crawl.

I’d like that. Where are we going?

I thought about the bars I knew of. We’ll start at the Eagle. It’s a leather and Levis bar.

I wear Levis!

That’s why we’re starting there. I’ve never been to the Eagle, but maybe you’ll like it. After that we could go to the Rooster. And the Birdcage is right down the street.

I’m sensing a theme.

There is a theme. Handsome males with beautiful plumage.

Nick cracked a smile. Sounds like a plan. When were you thinking? Friday?

Friday it is!

In my dorm room Friday evening, I agonized about what to wear. I hadn’t wasted any of my time in college living in the closet, but I spent a lot of time standing indecisively in front of it. I settled on a vintage short-sleeve button-down, a tight pair of