Guys of Gallant Lane Pt. 02

*****This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. Here we find a few more stories from a few of the traditional households of Gallant Lane. On this street views on corporal punishment are strong and very positive. The college age guys who live on Gallant Lane know better than to step out of line and when they do they know the punishment will be quick. Please leave comments.********

Part One: Kirby and the Curfew

It was one o'clock in the morning when Kirby turned his small silver sedan into the driveway. The big-nosed eighteen-year-old felt a tightness in his chest. The lamp was on in the kitchen. His dad was waiting up.

He hadn't meant to stay so late at his bro, Skipper's, house, but they'd started playing video games and he'd lost track of time. When he'd checked the time and realized it was 12:30 he almost pissed his pants. He'd blown his 11 o'clock curfew. Even though he was eighteen his dad took curfews very seriously.

When Kirby told Skipper he had to leave because he'd broken curfew his bro told Kirby to tell his dad he could fuck off about a curfew.

Kirby laughed it off, but knew damn well if he did that his dad would have him bent over the bathroom sink in his birthday suit spanking his ass while he was biting down on a bar of soap for swearing.

Kirby gulped as he fumbled around with his keys to unlock the door. The door squeaked as it opened, and he headed inside.

Sure enough, Kirby's father sat in his button down and slacks in the arm chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

Kirby gave him a small wave and spluttered, "h.... Hi dad."

His father stood and said, "son, do you have any idea what time it is?"

Kirby replied, "Yes.... Yes sir."

"And when was your curfew?"

Kirby gulped, "two hours ago, sir."

His dad pointed at the center of the living room and said, "you know the drill, son."

Kirby did know 'the drill' all too well. He slipped his converses off by the door and went to the center of the room. He unclipped his belt and slowly pulled it out of the loops and handed it to his father who folded the belt in half.

Kirby unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. With a tug he lowered his pants and boxers down all at once and they fell to his ankles. Kirby knew his face was flushed red. His dad had a clear view of his black hair covered legs and pale thighs. Kirby knew better than to cove his crotch. Modestly was not allowed during a belting.

His dad could see the curly bush of hair on top of his soft tan penis with his small hairy nutsack under it.

Kirby pulled his T-shirt off revealing his flat, completely hairless belly and chest.

He bent his knees slightly and bent over, placing his hands on his knees.

His dad took his place behind Kirby, who was totally naked except for the crumpled pants and boxers at his ankles.

His father reared back his arm and swung it down. With a loud THWACK the belt made contact with the center of Kirby's ass. A bright red line appeared over his cheeks. Kirby grunted and shuddered. He inhaled through his teeth and said, "one sir."

With a THWACK the second swing of the belt hit his ass making Kirby wail loudly.

His dad gave his right buttcheek an open palmed smack and said, "quiet boy. If you wake up your mother, I will get the paddle."

Kirby felt the unfortunate feeling in his crotch that he'd felt the last time he got a belting. His penis was filling with blood. He said, "sorry sir. Two sir."

The belting continued until tears rolled down Kirby's face and his penis was throbbing at its full five inch length.

After the final smack, Kirby spluttered, "th..... thirty...... thirty-five.... Sir."

His father ordered, "take your pants and boxers off completely then stand up straight, hands at your sides."

Kirby stepped out his pants and boxers and stood up straight. Even with his weenie standing at attention he knew better than to try and cover it. He'd get more with the belt if he disobeyed.

His father glanced down at his sons bloated sex organ, but didn't say anything. He knew Kirby was keenly aware he had a hard-on he couldn't cover. "Son, what time is curfew?"

Kirby swallowed, "11 o'clock, sir."

His father nodded, "and what happens if you break curfew?"

"I get spanked, sir."

Pointing up stairs his father said, "get your clothes and go to bed. And be quiet so you don't wake your mother."

Kirby picked up his clothes and hurried upstairs, his bright ass cheeks jiggling and his erection swinging back and forth as he walked.

Part Two

The Wanking Wadlow's

Around six hours later at seven o'clock Saturday morning a sleepy Gallant Lane was waking up on a quiet morning. At one of the large houses at the end of the street in the cul-de-sac, the Wadlow's were waking up.

Mom, Cheryl, was making breakfast while dad, Paul, was getting garbage together. Their three adopted sons: eighteen-year-old LeVar, twenty-year-old Orvis, and twenty-three-year-old Lawson were all slowly making their way down stairs to the dining table in their pajamas.

All three young men were athletic with short hair. LeVar and Orivs were black and Lawson was born in the Philippines and was a baseball star at college.

Right after the young men sat down at the dining table their dad flew down the stairs. He looked mad.

"Which one of you would like to admit to owning this disgusting dvd?" He spat out as he threw a dvd container on the table. It was a porno dvd with a woman with massive bare titties on the cover. Paul continued, "it was hidden in the back of the hall closet near the garbage bags under some towels."

Orvis, LeVar, and Lawson all looked at each other. Porn in addition to masturbation were strictly forbidden by their parents. Their parents didn't care that they were adults. They still enforced strict rules of sexual purity on their sons.

Cheryl walked out of the kitchen and, when she saw the magazine, gasped, "my goodness. Pornography. You all know that is off limits."

Lawson tried to take the lead by telling his brothers, "come on guys, fess up. You know you aren't allowed to have porn."

Paul snapped, "and neither are you, Lawson."

Lawson swallowed and meekly replied, "yes sir."

The three guys looked back and forth at each other. None of them saying a word.

Paul said, "since none of you wants to man up then you are all taking the punishment. Lawson, go to the basement and get the strap."

Lawson stumbled over his words, "but..... but the dvd only belongs to one of us."

Paul snapped, "Lawson, I won't repeat myself. If you talk back again, I will be getting the soap to wash that mouth out."

Lawson, hanging his head, replied, "yes sir," he stood up and walked down the stairs into the basement. When he reached the support column he saw the ominous looking strap. He hadn't gotten strapped since he was 21 when his dad had found a cum stain in his sheets.

Lawson picked up the strap and began walking back up the stairs. Halfway up he heard the sound of a hand making contact with bare skin over and over in a rapid-fire kind of way. He then heard LeVar wail, "Mom! Mom, can we be done please?"

When Lawson got back to the dining room, he found his mom sitting in one of the chairs with LeVar bent over her knees with his legs spread wide apart. His pajamas bottoms and white briefs had been shucked off revealing his black legs and ass cheeks that had a small dusting of hair. His legs being spread so wide made his puckered asshole clearly visible. It was bright pink.

Standing next to Cheryl and LeVar was Orvis. His hands were cupped around his crotch. His pajama bottoms and white briefs were in a crumpled heap beside his legs.

Cheryl stopped her barrage of spanks and ordered LeVar to his feet. Lawson could see tears welled in his eyes as he stood up. He could also see LeVar's penis was standing at half-mast. Even half hard his black dick was almost seven inches sitting under a curly bush.

Paul yanked the strap out of Lawson's hand. He grabbed the bottom of LeVar's shirt and yanked it off over his head leaving him naked. He had the beginning of a six-pack forming and a prominent outie.

Paul grabbed LeVar by the arm and spun him around, forcing him to bend over the dining room table. As LeVar loudly objected, Paul began giving his already sore ass a thorough strapping.

Cheryl grabbed Orvis by the arm and began pulling him across her knee. He tried desperately to keep his hands over his manhood. With a sharp smack to his ass Cheryl ordered, "spread those legs, you sinful young man."

With his hands still cupping his crotch, Orvis spread his legs wide over his mother's knee's. Cheryl grasped the hem of his shirt and raised it halfway up his back so his butt cheeks were totally visible. She reared back her arm and began giving Orvis's ass a litany of open palmed smacks.

Paul stopped strapping LeVar for a second and ordered, "Lawson, drop those pajama bottoms and underwear then keep your hands at your sides until your mother is done with Orvis."

Larson begged, "but dad...."

Paul snapped, "shut your mouth Lawson! Forget what I said. Strip everything off right now."

The 23-year-old opened his mouth again and his dad cut him off, "back talk one more time and you will be getting strapped on the front porch."

With that threat Lawson decided it was best to keep his mouth closed. The young Asian man took his night shirt off exposing a flat, hairless belly with a shallow belly-button. He slid his soft pajama bottoms to his ankles and then, gripping the waist of his white briefs, pulled them down. He had trimmed straight, jet black pubes with a soft three-inch weenie that wasn't circumcised.

He stood in his birthday suit while Orvis continued getting his ass spanked by hand by Cheryl and LeVar continued to take his strapping. By now eighteen-year-old LeVar had tears streaming down his face begging his dad to stop strapping him.

Once Paul thought LeVar had been thoroughly strapped, he ordered, "stand against the wall and watch your brothers take their punishment. Hands behind your head." LeVar slowly stood up and headed to the wall. He faced the room and out his hands behind his head. His penis had retreated deep into his body. Tears still rolled down his face.

Pointing to the young man bent over his wife's lap he instructed, "Orvis, get over here. Lawson, over your mother's lap."

When Orvis reached his father, Paul grabbed the hem of his pajama shirt and pulled it over his head. Now all three brothers were totally naked. Orvis had a slightly chubby belly with a couple stretch marks against his black skin. He wasn't fat by any means. He was more skinny-fat.

As Orvis bent over the dining room table, Lawson was laying his nude body over his mother's lap. Lawson spread his legs wide, following his two brothers leads. Cheryl landed her first swat on Lawson's smooth cheeks.

LeVar could only stand, hands behind his head, and watch his brothers take their punishment. Within minutes of his first swat from the strap Orvis was in tears. Lawson was in tears from the humiliation of his mother spanking him at 23-years-old.

Once Orvis began wailing loudly, Paul was assured he had been strapped enough. Orvis joined LeVar standing by the wall and watched Lawson bend over the dining room table.

Lawson received the worst strapping of all. After what seemed like an eternity with Lawson openly sobbing Paul ordered him to his feet. He joined his brothers in line, hands behind his head.

Paul picked up the dvd and said, "this will not be tolerated in this house! Am I clear?" All three of them began nodding and saying yes sir.

Cheryl stood and said, "none of you are cleaning correctly either. There was an odor from each of you bent over my knee. We are not done here yet I don't think."

LeVar, Orvis, and Lawson looked at her with pleading eyes.

Paul nodded, "fine, we'll take care of this right now since you seem to all need to be thoroughly emptied. Orvis, go fill the enema bags. I suggest you use the right amount of soap. If I figure out you cheated on the amount of soap you'll be getting the strap again."

The Wanking Wadlow's tale will continue in part four...

Part Three

Dane's Dignity Demoted

While the Wadlow brother's got ready to be 'thoroughly emptied' another young man was facing a dose of strong corporal punishment at the brick house beside the Wadlow's house in the cul-de-sac.

Eighteen-year-old Dane was standing in his bedroom, pleading his case with his nana. He was the stereotypical definition of a good-ole-boy. He was six-feet-tall with dirty blonde hair just long enough to go over his ears. He wore a camouflage hat with a fishing hook on the bill, a grey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off making his brown armpit hair visible, blue jeans, and a pair of boots.

He argued, "Nana, come on. I promise I'll mow the grass tonight. I want to go fishing. I'm about to head to college. I won't be able to go much longer."

"Young man, you said that yesterday. I want you mowing this grass right now or so help me god, you know what is going to happen!" Nana warned.

The eighteen-year-old scoffed, "look, I'm going fishing. The yard will get done when I get back."

Nana snapped, "No, you are not. You brought this on yourself. Take your belt off young man."

Dane's cocky attitude disappeared, "come.... Come on. Please, Nana." The eighteen-year-old knew what was coming. Nana believed in stern corporal punishments since Dane had turned eighteen.

Nana replied, "yes, Dane. Take the belt off and get in position on the bed. We've done this enough that you should know what to do."

Dane's hands quivered as they started fumbling with his belt buckle. He was kicking off his boots at the same time and started begging, "Nana, please. Can I just start mowing the grass?"

As Dane pulled his belt out of the loops Nana snapped, "no bargaining son. You will learn respect and your place today."

Dane handed her the belt. His boots and socks were now shucked off on the floor. His hands started unbuttoning his jeans slowly sliding down the zipper. He begged, "underwear on this time? Please underwear on?"

He pushed his jeans down revealing grey boxer briefs. Nana shook her head, "absolutely not. Pants and underwear all the way off."

Dane was humiliated and blushing crimson as he kicked the pants off. With one last pleading glance at Nana, he grabbed the sides of his boxer briefs and pushed them down. Nana could see he had the same forest of dirty blonde pubic hair she'd seen during his other punishments. As soon as his underwear was totally off his hands flew to cover his crotch as he got up on his knees on the bed.

Dane knew the routine now and bent over taking his hands away from his crotch so he could put his elbows down on the bed. Dane was now bent over on his knees and elbows on the bed. His shirt had slid halfway up his back. He was very aware in this bent over position his cheeks were spread open and now Nana had a clear view of his butthole.

Nana glanced at the hair surrounding his hole. At least he seemed to be keeping clean. She snapped the belt making Dane jump. She said, "you are getting twenty. I expect you to stay in position and don't let me catch you swearing."

Through gritted teeth Dane hissed, "yes Nana."

He kept his head down as the smacks with the belt began on his defenseless butt. As the swats continued multiple red lines began making marks all over his white ass.

He began moaning after the tenth and by the fifteenth tears were welling in his eyes.

He looked up, out the window across the grass to the Wadlow's house next door. He just hoped none of the Wadlow brothers would see him getting the belt.

He could see in one of the windows. It was a window into one of the Wadlow's bathrooms.

Dane was shocked to see Orvis naked standing over the sink. He had three very swollen red rubber bags. Dane saw Orvis take a bar of soap and cut it into three pieces. Then Orvis dropped a piece in each of the bags. "They must be getting punished too," Dane thought to himself.

He ripped his eyes from the window as the sixteenth belt strike hit his bruised cheeks. The next four strikes on his ass were the hardest of all.

After the twentieth smack clapped down Dane choked out "I'm sorry Nana. I'll...... Ill start mowing right now."

His Nana nodded and said, "yes you will. And you will do it with that red rear-end on display."

Dane's head shot up, "Wh..... what?"

Nana replied, "yes, Dane. You will not be getting your pants or underwear back until this yard is mowed."

"Nana, people will see." Dane pleaded.

Nana nodded, "that is the point. Maybe some humiliation and loss of your dignity will take you down a peg. And if you want to keep arguing you can take twenty more with the belt."

Suffice it to say that given those options Dane was soon outside pushing the mower. He knew how silly he looked only wearing his boots, t-shirt, and hat. Anyone glancing over the fence into the backyard would see his bright red ass in the back. In the front they'd see his hairy balls and soft cock flopping back and forth as he walked.

He nervously made his way to the front and tried to mow it as quickly as possible. Nana sat watching from the porch.

Dane gulped and looked down in shame when he saw Miss Darla from down the street doing her power walking down the sidewalk. He could tell she had locked eyes on his flopping weenie.

He kept mowing as he heard Miss Darla say, "what do we have here?"

Nana replied, "getting too big for his britches. He got the belt too."

Glancing at Dane's bright red ass she said, "I can see that. I had to deal out some punishments of my own with Dawson and Earl last night (read the original Guys of Gallant Lane story)."

Thankfully Miss Darla didn't hang around and continued her power walk. While Dane continued his lawn-mowing of shame the Wadlow brothers were continuing to get punished in the house next door.

Part Four

Wanking Wadlow's Get Washed Out

LeVar, Orvis, and Lawson now stood with their hands at their sides like Paul had ordered them to do. All three of them now had swollen stomachs. They also all had embarrassing erections. The six-pack LeVar was beginning to get had disappeared as his colon had filled with the enema's soapy liquid.

Paul had his arms crossed while he leaned against the bathroom doorframe. He glanced at his watch. The guys still had six minutes left of their ten minute sentence holding the liquid.

The enema bags hung off the shower rod. The three guys stood side-by-side in the bathtub.

"Uuuuuhggghhhhh!" Orvis wailed. His hands flew to his black belly as violent cramps erupted in his large intestine.

"Hands off your gut, son!" Paul snapped.

"Please Dad," Lawson begged, "it's cramping really bad now."

"Please, I can't hold it," LeVar said.

"Quiet!" Paul ordered.

Over the next six minutes the room was silent. The only sound was the shallow breathing of the three guys. They were focusing all their might on not shitting right there in the tub. Occasionally, one of them would moan or a stomach would loudly protest with a gurgle.

Paul finally looked up said, "LeVar, you can use the toilet." Carefully, LeVar waddled out of the bathtub. The eighteen-year-old's hard, almost nine-inch weenie was pointing the direction he was walking.

Orvis and Lawson were still stuck in the tub as LeVar plopped onto the toilet. The sound of water mixed with loud plops immediately filled the room. LeVar was desperately trying to get his hard penis to point down into the toilet. His erection was too long to fit.

Paul had anticipated this and handed LeVar the bedside urinal from under the sink.

LeVar placed his dick tip over the opening just in time as pee began shooting out.

After what felt like an eternity LeVar was empty. After wiping and flushing he stood.

Orvis was shaking as Paul silently pointed at him, and then at the toilet.

Orvis pushed his ass cheeks together as he walked with stilted legs to the toilet. His own seven-inch erection swung with each step. He emptied himself and, taking the bedside urinal, let his bladder empty.

While Orvis was wiping, Lawson's situation was getting dire. His intestines were cramping nonstop and a bead of soapy water was trickling down his leg. His five-inch boner was pointing out of his jet-black bush.

As soon as Paul pointed at Lawson, he darted for the toilet. His ass was over the seat just in time. A torrent of soapy water began shooting out of his hole before his thighs hit the seat. With some work he fit his swinging weenie into the bowl just as piss began shooting from his urethra.

By the time Lawson was done shitting out the disgusting solution all three of them were exhausted. Their guts were gurgling and their asses were still stinging from the strapping and spanking.

Paul said, "I think you are all almost clear on how seriously we take masturbation and self-abuse in this house. We are not done yet though. All of you, bend over and put your hands on the rim of the tub."

The three guys lined up and bent over. Their tortured butts pointed at Paul.

With that Paul walked down the line and began giving each of them another barrage of hand spanks. Their yelps echoed through the bathroom and around the house. Paul never did figure out which one of his boys had brought the porno dvd into the house.

Part Five

Parson and the Purity Precaution

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Please Aunt Beth. That's enough!" Parson yelped. The nineteen-year-old wriggled on his aunt's lap. His bare ass continued getting attacked by the hairbrush his aunt was wielding. His pants were in a pile by the couch and his black American Eagle boxer briefs were about to fly off his legs. They were now totally off his right leg and was swinging around on his left foot as the smacks continued attacking his pale, hairy ass cheeks.

With one hard smack to his left cheek and a flail of his left leg his underwear flew off completely. He was now naked except for his T-shirt.

She pointed at the magazine laying in the floor and said, "how dare you bring that disgusting thing into this house. I told you when you came here for the summer that I did not allow pornography in this house."

Parson tried not to cry from the stinging in his ass and how humiliated he was. He looked down at the magazine cover with the hot red-headed woman on the cover. She had her top pulled down showing off her B-cups and her legs spread so you could clearly see her ginger pussy.

He'd made sure it was hidden in his backpack, but had forgotten to put it away after a wank session the night before. Aunt Beth had seen it when she'd brought laundry in his room.

She'd hauled him by the ear into the living room. She'd yanked his pants and underwear down, ignoring his protests, and dragged him across her knees. She'd taken out her hairbrush and started firmly applying it to his ass. She'd had no trouble taking out her hairbrush a few years earlier when Parson's older cousins were eighteen and nineteen and all the way through their late twenties when they stepped out of line.

Parson sniffed, "I'm sorry, Aunt Beth. I'll....... I'll throw it away."

Aunt Beth nodded, "Yes you will. And I'm going to make sure you're not masturbating in this house either."

SMACK! "But...." SMACK! "I'm not......" SMACK! "MASTURBATING!" He shouted.

At least 20 more swats landed on his ass before Aunt Beth was done. Tears were rolling down his face.

She pulled him up off her lap and his hands immediately flew to cover his manhood.

Aunt Beth lectured, "consider yourself lucky. When your cousins were nineteen they had to strip totally naked before getting the hairbrush."

Parson gulped down tears. He was humiliated enough standing in nothing but his T-shirt.

Standing up, Aunt Beth instructed, "stay right here. I am getting something I think you will benefit from."

Even after Aunt Beth walked out of the room Parson kept his hands clasped over his penis and balls.

She walked back into the room with a small silicon device in her hands. He gasped as he realized what it was, "you can't make me wear that."

"Yes I can. If you're living in this house, you will take whatever punishment I deem fit. Your cousin wore it a few times."

She swatted Parson's hands away revealing his uncircumcised penis in its patch of trimmed pubes.

As she began shoving his penis into its silicon prison Parson kept protesting.

With a click Aunt Beth locked the cage. Holding the key in front of Parson's face she said, "I will consider taking this off in a week if I think you have earned it. You are not getting your pants or underwear back for the rest of the day."

Parson felt like he was gonna throw up. It was only ten o'clock in the morning. And, even worse, Aunt Beth's book club was coming over in the afternoon.