I guess I was like totally naive when I enrolled my Freshman year and first saw my new roommate sitting there in "our" room. As I walked in, arms full with my suitcases, Eric was lounging in super white cotton bikini briefs, T-shirt, and athletic socks, his feet propped up on the double desk, his desk chair tilted back. He looked up and smiled as if this was the most natural of all ways to meet someone. With hindsight, well, maybe for Eric, it was!
"Hi!" were the first words out of his mouth when he looked up, his blond long hair falling down and covering a gold earning in his right lobe, his smile showed pure white teeth and the appealing outward personality I found shocking right at that moment. He stood up and immediately shook my hand, then turned his back to me and stepped toward the hands of both of my parents who carried a few things. From the rear, Eric's T-shirt hung flopping down only halfway over his ass, not nearly enough to cover the exposed bottom of his firm ass which was bare outside the bikini that looked more like a thong the way it rode up and in his ass, hugging it seductively. Eric didn't seem to care. It was as if greeting your new roommate and his folks in your underwear with your _c_o_c_k_ barely contained inside and your ass almost bare was the most normal thing in the world!
Well, as I said, for Eric, maybe it was!
Dad and Mom greeted him warmly although I could tell Mom was a bit uncomfortable. Dad just smiled as Eric grabbed a stack of cloths from Mom's arms and walked over and hung them in a closet. His buns were exposes quite revealingly as he walked, especially when he strained to reach the closet rod and stood up a bit on his toes. His T-shirt rode up his back showing all of us really clearly what I already knew. He had on the tiniest tight bikini, almost a thong, white enough to be brand new and they displayed his - err, highlighted his - ass really well. Turning and walking back to get another load from Mom, it was obvious that he was well endowed as well. Talk about well outlined! Those briefs left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Eric might as well have been nude!
He just smiled!
Mom was red; Dad didn't seem to know how to react; but both liked him immediately. He was just that kind of a guy. Actually almost everyone liked Eric's appealing, "with it" personality and constant smile! That's the way he was. No pretensions or airs about him at all and as outward as anyone could be. I had the feeling then that he would be the same way if he were standing nude in the middle of Grand Central Station. Eric wouldn't have minded a bit. He was handsome enough to always turn eyes and his body was something he was very proud of, almost too photogenic. Talk about showing everything you've got! I couldn't help staring at the outline of his _c_o_c_k_, very clearly stretched out along his right side in his briefs! If he wore briefs like that at the pool we'd certainly not have any trouble attracting chicks, that was for sure!
But he quickly jumped into some baggy pants and an oversized long sleeve shirt to accept my Dad's invitation to the local Steak house! Inside out room everything hung out, but outside, he was the picture of modesty.
Well, that's just the way he was.
Eric had a TV and when we were done studying and both of us were studying hard for grades, especially that first year, we'd watch it or a video together. We became friends immediately that first night after my folks left and are still roommates today, although I'm still jealous and always feel inferior to his total comfortableness with outsiders and the way he is totally open to everyone as well. Back in our room, he'd immediately stripped down to that T-shirt and bikini riding on high on his ass that he was still wearing underneath and we'd sat around taking almost till dawn. Eric was always like that in our room. It was just the way he was and I didn't much mind seeking him like that after I got used to it either. He had a great natural body and should have modeled underwear in front of a camera.
That's the way he was when the topic came up a few weeks later.
The hero in the old Western video we'd rented was wining the heart of the fancy Western lady who had a son but when the kid had done something I don't remember now, the cowboy made a veiled threat to turn the boy over his knees "for a lick'in" and the kid looked scared but faded away.
"Yea, he ought to." Eric just blurted out.
"Why?" I innocently replied.
"Because the kid's been a complete nerd and should be punished for what he's been doing. He's asking for it. He wants it."
"Really?"
Eric just looked at me! "Hell, yea. That's normal. You know that he's only acting that way 'cause he thinks he can get away with it."
"Really?"
He stared at me as if I was from another planet and then laughed. "Hell, yes! Weren't you ever spanked when you were growing up?"
"No." I replied innocently and honestly. "Never."
We stared at each other for awhile before he began laughing again.
"Really?" Eric mocked my expression accurately, although he looked astonished and like he really didn't believe me at all.
"No, never." I replied again. "Were you?"
"Sure, many times." He shifted on the bed, lifting his thigh.
"Really? Your Dad spanked you?"
"Sure. . . Hey, you are strange aren't you. I couldn't even begin to count how many times my Dad pulled me over his lap when I was growing up."
He shifted his weight and put his hand on his briefs as if remembering.
"Did it hurt?"
"Of course, it hurt. I'd cry like hell and have trouble sitting down the next day too, but it was even worse from Hal."
"Hal?"
"Oh, sorry. I forgot you don't know him, but when I was almost sixteen, Dad went to the Gulf War, but before he left he took me and Mom over to our neighbor, Hal, to arrange for Hal to discipline me if Mom wanted until he got home. I'd known Hal all my life, used to go fishing with him, and of course, I knew he knew my Dad spanked me sometimes, so I wasn't too embarrassed or nothing. Dad just came right out and asked Hal if he'd do him a favor, give Mom a hand raising me, and paddle my ass while he was in the Gulf, that's all. Plain and simply. Just out with it"
"Hal looked at me and kind'a smiled a little but then agreed like I knew he would, of course. 'Glad to help you out,' he'd said simply; and I knew he would too. When I was a small kid I used to hear him whipping his own boys who were now grown up and married. He used to take 'em out to his garage and the whole neighborhood could hear him doing it, too."
"So, that was that! When the old gal was uppity, she'd send me over to Hal's place with a note. Hal, well, he'd read it and punishment me as he saw fit on the spot or he'd tell me when to return for it, if he was too busy like. Sometimes he'd make me stand in a corner, jeans and shorts down around my ankles with my bare ass on display for him to look at, just waiting until he got around to it. Problem was Hal didn't believe in any modern stuff. With him, I always got it on my bare ass across his lap. _s_h_i_t_, I spent a lot of time like that, feeling that man's hand on my bare ass and knowing he'd soon tan it real well where he felt it'd do me the most good. I'd be crying in no time 'cause Hal would really do it to me! It didn't matter whether I got it with his hand, or a paddle, or worse. Afterwards, well, I'd try, but, well. . . something would always come up and I'd find myself getting yanked down over Hal's lap and getting it again. Didn't seem to matter. Any way, I really got it!"
"Hal has his ways and many times afterwards, I've hung there over his lap, crying with his hand on my ass. Later, I'd have to stand in the corner. He'd let me have my shirt and socks on, but nothing else at all. And believe me, he'd warn my buns up real quickly again if he sensed any hint of _c_o_c_k_iness! It took me awhile to learn what he expected. Until I learned, those times with Hal were real long and real painful ones on my butt."
I looked at Eric lounging there in just his shorts and T-shirt and thought about him stripped and standing in the corner like that. I didn't think that kind of thing ever happened anymore to anyone anymore.
"But the real problem was my Dad didn't return from the Gulf, so I've gotta' be real careful." He flashed a _s_e_x_y smile but looked concerned.
"What do you mean?" I was enthralled and hung on his every word.
"Jeez, you are naive, aren't you. What I mean is I've got to be careful 'cause when he visits, I might find myself getting more than just a free dinner from him in the evening."
I couldn't believe what I had heard. "You mean he might spank you?"
"Of course, Stupid, and I expect it won't take him too long to visit to check on if I'm studying and my grades and all. Why else do you think I spend so much time studying?"
"Well, I thought . . . I mean, I didn't know, but you think he might. . ."
"Sure! Of course he will. Why wouldn't he? Why shouldn't he?"
"Wow! Like, no _s_h_i_t_, man, like I'd never have guessed, like you, of all guys, were getting spanked over some guy's knees. What's it feel like?"
"I told you it hurts, especially with his hand . . ." he stopped suddenly and looked at me ". . . Jeez, you're stupid. I can't believe you've never been spanked by your old man. He looked pretty strong to me."
"Oh. . . yea, but Mom would never have let him touch me. She's against anything like that. I just got, you know, like grounded and stuff like that." I spoke honestly.
"I wish I'd have come from a family like that, but when your father's in the Military . . . but, hell, it ain't nothing to be concerned about. Most guys I grew up with got it. No big deal really," he seemed to be putting a best face on the whole thing, but then he added, "Still can't believe your Dad never spanked you, though. Hell, but maybe that's why you never put your cloths and things away around here? With my Mom, that would have been all it would have taken to make sure Dad spanked you when he came home. That's just how I grew up. And I got it all the time too."
I blushed. I was enthralled. My mind rushed forward. I looked at Eric sitting there in his shirt and briefs, acting as if what we were talking about was absolutely nothing! I visualized how Eric would look like standing in one of these corner with those snug briefs down around his ankles and with just his shirt and socks left on. Hot! I mean like, he'd has just been spanked and all! Would he still be crying if the guy had just spanked him or what? How long would he have had to stand like that? I couldn't wait to meet this Hal, to see this guy who spanks my roommate and forces him to stand in the corner like that! Wow! It has to hurt bad, so like why does Eric think it's nothing much?
* * * *
About the third week of the semester I dashed into the room to grab my gym bag, when I found Eric just sitting there, mopping around. Usually he was never home at this hour in the afternoon!
"Hey, how's it go!?!"
"Fine" was his non-committal reply.
"Ah, something wrong?"
"Nah, Nothing."
That wasn't like Eric, but I knew how to cheer him up.
"So, how's about diner and a Pizza Supreme tonight at . . ."
"I can't." He didn't even look up.
"Why not?"
"I just can't, that's all."
"Of course you can, Eric?" I was persistent.
"_s_h_i_t_, Tim," he looked up at me with a look that made me think he must have just flunked his first quiz. I'd never seen him like this. He looked at me, his eyes watering. "Hal's in town and taking me to dinner."
"Great!" I said "So, what's wrong with that?"
"_d_a_m_n_ it to Hell anyway, Tim, you are naive, aren't you? STUPID TOO!" Eric had never yelled at me before. "What am I going to do if Hal's come for a reason and has more on his agenda than just dinner tonight?"
I missed it. "Like what?"
Eric exploded. "I told you before, Tim. Hal's the one who spanks me! And he when he called told me to not to expect to get back early tonight. Hell, what's that mean? Maybe he's going to give it to me tonight!"
"Ah, maybe you're over reacting. You haven't done anything, have you, like screw up your grades, or whatever? Have you?"
"No." He was curt with me.
"So, why do you think he would spank you?"
"I didn't say that he would, but there was just something about the way he spoke on the phone when he called. I've got this feeling. No, I'm sure he's gonn'a spank me tonight."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but what am I going to do if he does?"
"The same thing you always do, I guess."
"_s_h_i_t_! Man" He slammed his books down on his desk.
At seven that evening I finally had a chance to meet Hal. I'll admit. It was memorable and not just because I had been thinking about it almost constantly ever since Eric and I had first talked.
Hal turned out to be everything I might have imagined. About fifty, his full head of hair with only a touch of gray made him look distinguished but younger than his years. It also didn't hurt that the guy obviously took care of himself. He was in good shape. He was wearing a dark gray pin striped suit with white shirt and red tie when he walked in. He seemed nice to me. I mean like I would never have guessed this guy was spanking my roommate! The two of them interacted just like any friends would.
Hal was a business executive, but it was not that which interested me the most about him. I kept trying to get a good look at his right hand! I know I shouldn't have kept trying, but I just couldn't help myself. He wore a big stone ring on that hand; and from what I could see, his hand was definitely big enough, and he was certainly strong enough, to caused some real pain if he should decide to slap your bare ass with it. I mean like, the guy was the kind who seemed like he could do you some real damage, if he wanted to. He had a deep, _s_e_x_y voice with eyes to match, and spoke with a natural authority. I couldn't only imagine what it might be like to hear him telling you to drop your pants and bend over! Or maybe feeling him unbuckle your belt and take them down himself. That would be worse! Like it had to be!
Hal was friendly and nice to me, but Eric was obviously tense with him in our room. Eric wasn't engaging in much social conversation.
"Have a nice evening." I yelled as they left the room for dinner. Eric just stared. He was wearing his skin tight jeans and gorgeous sweater.
"For sure," Hal replied, "Hope to see you again soon."
Eric trailed out behind him like a small boy. I'd have given anything to have been invited along to watch if Hal made Eric drop down his jeans so he could get his ass spanked. I'd seen Eric's ass nude in the shower and around the room, lots of time and knew it was firm, tight and asking for it.
So, I tried to study, but couldn't concentrate. I was too curious about where they were and what was happening. Time dragged on. I tried TV, a video, calling friends, everything, but still it seemed like ages before finally I heard a key turn in the front door. I looked up. Eric was coming in!
"Thanks for dinner and everything, Hal," Eric yelled, "See ya later!"
It sounded like my fantasies were all just that. That is until Eric bolted the door and turned toward me. His red eyes told it all!
"You guessed it!"
Eric started ripping off his sweater and kicked off his shoes, "The Bastard spanked me!." Bare chested and in just those tight jeans, he flopped down on my bed. "The Bastard spanked me! Jeez! He took me to this great place for dinner, I mean like a really great place and I was enjoying myself and all and then he started telling me how mom had mentioned she hadn't a letter or card from me since I got here. Right, she hadn't! I've been studying and busy! So then he just came right out and told me I was irresponsible 'cause she was paying my bills and that as soon as we'd finished dinner we were going back to his room where he was going to 'instill some good old-fashioned responsibility' into me. That's how he put it and I knew then for sure he was planning to spank me!"
Eric kicked his shoes right across the room. "I couldn't believe he'd really still spank me like that. Hell. . .I'm in college now! He doesn't care!"
I sat there trying to look sympathetically, hoping he'd tell me more.
Eric looked up. "Sorry, I'm upset, that's all" He whipped off his belt and tossed it on the floor. "Actually, I've been spanked harder and much worse too, but this time was different. I'd just hoped he wouldn't be doing it to me anymore now that I'm in College but I was wrong! He obviously doesn't intend to go any easier on me now that I'm on my own."
"But," I said quietly. "You told me you expected he'd do it sometime."
Eric looked at me in shock and I'll always remember his words. "_s_h_i_t_, man, I know I said that, but I didn't really believe it. I was just talking."
"Well, so now you know, but you must have done something or he . . ."
"You Bastard!" He cut me off. "One of these days you'll know. . .."
"Sorry, really, I am. That was flip. Why don't you just tell me what happened. . . you know. . . talk it out." I put my hand on his shoulder, but he jerked it away.
Eric's dark eyes melted the tension. He smiled, more like the Eric I knew.
"OK, so I deserved it. But I didn't want you to remind me. He'd told me I'd ought to send mom a note now and then but I didn't have time and I forgot, but I never felt I'd get spanked for something that stupid." He was standing, unbuckling his jeans, while he talked, pulling them down and stepping out of them one foot at a time.
As he bent, then turned, tossing his jeans on the bed, I could see the tell-it-all redness where his white shorts were riding high up on his ass. His buns must have been real red and sore under them. Even the tops of his thighs! It looked like Hal had done his duty well and given him a real good hard one. Wow! I couldn't help looking and wishing I could have been there to see Eric have those jeans taken down earlier with him knowing they were coming down for Hal to spank his ass.. I'll bet then Eric wouldn't have been so flip and casual as he was now. He would have been real scared and concerned then and knowing his shorts were soon going to follow to a clump down around his ankles. Then his cute little bare ass was going to be put up and over Hal's lap so Hal could have given him a good, hard spanking!
What must have it been like to see Eric stripping. To watch the look of his face as Hal pulled him over his lap with Eric tensing, wiggling, then after Hal's hand began to spank his bare ass soon crying, slowly or all at once? He wouldn't have been standing there like he was now looking _c_o_c_k_y and _s_e_x_y in his briefs. I wanted to be there to watch this cool and firm Eric humiliated and controlled and, yes, spanked hard there in front of me by Hal. And afterwards, I wanted to see Hal make Eric stand in the corner in just his socks and shirt, that bare ass was red enough to be radiating throughout the room, nicely on display.
Wow! How I'd like to have been there, just sitting and watching him, like that's my roommate!
Eric was standing and twisting around trying to see how red he really was. "What's it look like?" he interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh" his voice brought me back into our room.
"So how red does it look?" Eric had his shorts half way down.
I just blurted out, "Wow! It's looks great. . . I mean really red. It must really hurt!"
Eric was returning to his old ways now. "Yea. It does hurt, but he's given me worse." He smiled. "And Hal told me to remember the next time it will be worse. He even threatened to bring me back here and spank me. He said he couldn't care less if you were here to see me get it or not. Said it might teach me more humility if you were. Hah! Hal thinks I have an attitude problem." He laughed to himself.
"Ah, but yea, but, well, maybe you do But, ah, I don't care, but if he brings you back to our room the next time, I can always excuse myself and not watch, but come on. Tell me what happened!"
"Nothing, just a long, and I mean a long dinner. He told me right after we ordered what I was in for, but I already knew it from the look in his eyes. I can always tell when he's going to spank me." Eric was bragging now. "He enjoys it. I know that sounds funny, but he does. So, dinner was rather silent and difficult for me to be sure, but immediately after we finished coffee he said, 'Let's go' while I followed him back to his hotel."
I was anxious to hear. Eric flopped down on the bed, his arms around his knees as he looked at me through his long hair that kept falling down over his eyes as he kept pushing it back. Jeez! He was _s_e_x_y and handsome.
"As soon as he locked the door, Hal took out the desk chair and moved it to the side of the desk where there was more floor space. Then, he called me over. Like always, he just told me to come over to him and when I got there and stood before him, he began unbuckling my belt as I stood there. There was nothing I could do now but just stand there and wait while Hal finished with my belt, up and opened my fly, and began pulling down my jeans. He had to tug them and my briefs unfortunately came down with them. This time he pushed them all the way down around my ankles. It's a horrible feeling just having to stand there naked like that! And Hal always let me standing like that while he looks me over real well and thinks about giving it to me, I know. I hate that, knowing how he's looking at my ass and _c_o_c_k_ and just wishing he'd get it over with if he's going to do it. I mean like there's nothing I can do, no talking him out of it when he's gone this far, so, OK, OK, spank me if you have to but let's get it over with! But I know I have to just stand there, I mean I can't do anything else, and wait until he grabs me no matter how long I have to just stand there for him to look at. I hate it 'cause I can't stop thinking about what's gonn'a come soon! And, like, he starts talking about how red he's gonna' make my ass and I know any moment he's gonna' pull me across his lap especially 'cause he's usually patting me where he's going to spank me. Finally! So over I went. I don't care anymore, really. I'm used to the way he pats my ass and rests his hand on it before he spanks me. It's been a while, so like it was really tender. But, hey, no bit deal! Forget it, it's over. Let's talk about something else, Tim."
Yea, maybe, but I couldn't. I'd had my appetite wetted and my interest was way up there. I had to know more about something I'd never experienced, but yet, sometime, utterly fascinating me. I don't know why, but I had to know more, but I thought it best not to push. Instead I went out for the local equivalent of a "six Pak" while Eric took a long, hot shower. When I returned he was lounging in a towel, more composed now. I uncapped two and toasted life and the future. Eric drank, and under my encouragement, he drank more and more while I nursed only one. Soon the brew began to take its effect and Eric seemed to be becoming a bit drunk. By one in the morning, he was talking freely about everything and feeling no pain, so I decided to try to get him to talk again.
"So, come on, Pal." I toasted my glass his way. "Were good enough friends that you can tell me more about how Hal punished you tonight. It'll be just between us, I promise."
Eric looked at me, his blond hair falling down over his face. His eyes were still a bit glossy as he licked his lips almost sensually. His well developed chest and stomach muscles glistened in the soft light of our room. Sitting on my bed with a pillow plopping up his back, he lifted his left leg, parting the white bath towel he had knotted around his waist, innocently lifting his leg on the bed, exposing his nice thighs and just a hint of more and smiling at me with those big beautiful eyes.
"Well, actually, as spankings go, it wasn't anything special, really." He seemed to wink, " . . . but I guess that's cause Dad's been giving me spanks ever since I was a kid. Mom never did. She'd just tell him what I'd done when he got home. I don't know why she never spanked me? Other kid's mom's did, but she'd watch sometimes if Dad spanked me in the kitchen. It wasn't so bad then. If he was really going to give it to me bad, he'd make me go up to my bedroom or out to the garage or down in our basement. Dad had a strap hung down in the basement and he used it more as I got older. Getting the strap was really bad! Really! When I was younger, he'd just take down my pants and turn me over his knee in the kitchen, like in front of her. Actually that was bad enough, especially when I got older and was embarrassed having her see me get it, 'cause Dad always took down my underwear when he came home and had to spank me and sometimes I'd have to stand in the corner like that after.
"But like a few years ago when he was more like using his strap on me, I had to take off all my cloths, everything, and jeez, like did that ever hurt. I'd beg him to let me keep at least my briefs on, if not my pants, but as I got older, he wouldn't go for it. I don't think he ever punished me, like spanked or strapped me, ever except with my cloths off and on my bare ass. He believed it should be that way. . . and like Hal's worse."
"Wow!" I let it out and wondered what he meant by the reference to Hal, but Eric just kept talking.
"So, when he had to go to Desert Storm he and mom talked late one night and decided to ask Hal to be kind of like my substitute father and all. Mom, I guess, didn't want to be in charge of me and that was OK with me. I mean, like imagine what it would be like to have to go over your mom's knee, naked at all at my age. I was almost sixteen then and shy."
I looked at his parting towel and couldn't imagine him shy. "Well, you surely aren't shy now."
Eric shifted, his towel almost falling off now. "Hell, this is our room, our 'home' like, and if I can't finally be myself in my own room with you, where can I be?"
It was OK with me.
Eric took a long drink of his beer. "So after that and all, the first time she took me over to Hal's, I was scared. She waited there in his living room while he paddled me in his study. I think she just wanted to hear if Hal really would do it. After that she just sent me over, sometime with a note. Hal's been a family friend for years and years. He used to take me fishing and when my folks went away on vacation, I'd sometimes stay with him and his kids. That was before he got divorced. Anyhow, Hal knew how to bring up a boy from having his own boys who were both older than me. If I had any hopes he'd go easy, I lost them the first time. Hal made me strip off everything. I remember. Everything but my socks. Then he spanked me longer and harder than Dad had done and he used a paddle too. It was cause my grades had slipped, maybe I was relaxing too much. Maybe he spanked me so hard cause mom was sitting out there listening, but I learned that day that there was no question that I'd better be real good in the future. . . and hope Dad came home sooner rather than later. That man has a big hand and let me tell you one thing, when that man lands his hand on your ass and really starts spanking you, you really can feel it and you're begging and crying for him to stop in no time. And he don't care. He just takes his time until he's done no matter how much you're crying."
I smiled and wished I'd known Eric back then, but we'd grown up in different states.
"The problem was that Dad didn't come back at all! When the Marines came to tell Mom, we all cried. The funeral was horrible, in Washington. I went for four days but flew back to go to school . . . And, ah, I stayed with Hal! That didn't bother me. Actually I really liked Hal, still do. He's like a real father to me and always will be. We talk about everything together, even today, but . . . well. . . like I noticed the change the first time I did something wrong -- I don't' remember what it was --- and he had to spank me for it."
"What change?" I had to know. "What was it?"
"Well, it was maybe more just a slight emphasis. He still made me take off all my cloths and wait for my punishment like that. I mean I could keep my socks on, but absolutely nothing else. It was in any room of the house where we happened to be, but well, it was different, a little at first but more later."
"Like what?"
"I don't know how to describe it, but when he took me across his lap, he'd let me lay there like that, all embarrassed and waiting, and he'd rest his hand on my ass cheeks like he was about to spank me, but he'd take his time and just rest it there or like pat it, stroke it, while he spoke. I'd become very scared and anticipated the pain but I couldn't tell when he was going start spanking me and I'd just hang there while he talked and I knew he was looking at me. It was worse that a beating. . . maybe that's the reason he began to do it that way, I don't know."
"And afterwards it was the same. I hung over his lap sobbing my eyes out while he talked softly and kept his hand on my ass, making it feel even hotter. It made it more painful. It seemed like ages. Then, he'd make me stand in the corner sometimes for a long time. He'd work on his own stuff, but sometimes come up and pat it or slap it when I stood there all embarrassed and naked like that. I mean, I was always afraid someone was going to come in and see me standing there like that.
"Wow! That sounds hot!" I added
"Yes, it was, but he'd do it anytime. And. . . well, like that's how he does it to me still, even tonight!"
"You mean?"
"Yea, of course, tonight! Like Dinner was only about a hour and we had a great discussion about politics and school, but when I got back to his hotel room, remember I told you he told me straight off that I was going to get spanked tonight, then he took his good old time and I memorized every crack in the wall paper of that hotel room. That's why I was so late getting back here."
"You don't resent him for doing that to you?"
Silence. "Well . . ." Eric winked and smiled, "actually, no, I don't." He took another drink. "Actually, I'm grateful for his being a kind of a Dad for me now mine's gone. He's never ever spanked me without a good reason and I always know why I'm being spanked. He always tells me what I've done wrong or what I need to change and I know that if I do certain things that I'll be spanked again. I kind of think that's the way it should be in a family, like between a father and son. I think he's right to discipline me when I deserve it and I think spanking's a good way to discipline a son. Sure it hurts, but then its over and then he hugs me and we got on with life. No resentment, no hurt feelings." He smiled, "only one hurt ass on yours truly. I mean really hot and painful, but it always shows me he cares or he wouldn't bother. I never feel unwanted or doubt he's there for me. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have to do it so slowly or ever bother to take his time to spank me at all. I'm lucky. I think, he takes his time to talk with me, and yea, like tonight when he takes his time to spank me to teach me a lesson."
"Well, yea, maybe, but like. . .
"Hell, you don't know because you've never felt what it's like to have your dad all of a sudden just take your pants down, wherever you happen to be, and pull you across his lap, bare ass up, too. You've never ever felt the pain of a man's hand spanking your butt because he thinks you've done something wrong." He stood up and readjusted his towel. "But you ought to!"
There was tension in the room and it was deathly quiet now. Eric just looked at me. I secretly knew at that moment that Eric was right! I'd never felt any of that and didn't know what it would be like.
"Why don't you ask your Dad sometime why he never spanked you and maybe he might. . . or maybe I'll ask Hal to spank you. He knows how." Eric smiled at me while he squirmed on the bed.
Could he really have been spanked so hard that he was still having trouble just sitting still on the bed? I watched him and kept thinking about what he was saying. Did I really need a spanking sometime? Maybe I needed to feel it just once. How would it feel? How would I react if Hal tried to do it to me? Hal's unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants, or would he let me take them down myself?
"Ah, well, I don't know. . . like, maybe your right, I guess. . ." I mumbled quietly. I wondered what it would be like if Dad dropped in some afternoon and decided to spank me? But, I knew he never would. Secretly I visualized my Dad's spanking me, but I knew he'd never have the guts to do it. Wow! From that moment on, I began to secretly hope maybe Hal would someday? Maybe Eric would ask him to? Maybe I could do something to get Hal mad enough to make him want to spank me, or maybe I should just ask him to.
I watched Eric there, naked except for the towel that kept working itself loose as he squirmed around. He was still looking directly at me as if he expected me to say something further, but I didn't know what to say. Maybe Eric would spank me someday, but the moment that thought came into my mind, I knew I'd rather that I could spank him someday, not the other way around!
I looked at him, thinking about what it'd be like to have his ass bare and red over my lap. I couldn't just come right out and ask him if I could spank him sometime. That'd be silly! But he'd as much as told me he knew he deserved a spanking sometimes and he didn't seem to resent Hal's spanking him and often, either. It seemed to bring them both closer together; soon maybe I could just spank him some night. Like right now it would be great to make him stand up and let his towel fall down so I could order him over my lap. I could look at the job Hal had done and then finish it right.
Or I visualized Eric coming home some evening and my reminding him of the soda can on the floor. "How do you think Hal would think about that?" I'd ask him and then "Well, I think I'll just do what I know Hal would do. . .."
When I looked over at Eric, he was sleeping!
I woke up first the next morning, maybe about 9:30 or so. Eric was sleeping soundly on my bed where he had fallen, the sheet half covering his naked form as he slept on his stomach, his left foot off the side of the bed dangling to the floor. Only part of his ass was exposed but it was still rosy and anyone seeing him certainly would have known he'd been spanked.
Starting the coffee brewing, I took a shower and emerged from the tiny bath room off our room to smell the rest of the main room filling the air. We were in the oldest dorm, "Mountain Tip," stupid name, that had been built maybe a hundred years or so ago as faculty apartments. It had been remodeled, I think at least twice, but still had those unique features of a bygone era. Most of the rooms were odd sizes and the walls were very think and made of stone. Our room had both a sleeping alcove that looked more like a closet as well as a closet and small kitchen alcove big enough for a sink, hot pad and tiny refrigerator under the sink. Faculty in those days ate with the students, we had been told. Both alcoves were off a nice sized, corner sitting room with a sofa of sorts, an arm chair and an old polished oak double desk with chairs. Opposite the bed alcove was a tiny bathroom with tub, shower, sink, and toilet. It forced communal living among the two of us, something I didn't especially like at first, but now it seemed more appropriate this way. We were more like brothers with little modesty left between as we both inevitably were late for an eight o'clock class. The structure and old ways had the natural advantage of keeping away the loud, heavy metal music those in the next room favored, but I also knew they would keep things very private if Hal really did visit Eric sometime and disciplined him in our room.
I sipped coffee and looked across to where he was stretching, his natural athletic lithe body moving gracefully. Again his words of last night about Hal's visiting came into my mind. I looked around the place. The old founding fathers had build Hillside ideally for such a visit I couldn't help seeing in the place. Constructed to give the single faculty member privacy, the walls really were thick enough with their ancient stones that it would be no problem to whip a boy in our sitting room and, if the windows were closed and the drapes drawn, because we were the corner to boot, no one would hear the resulting tears and sobs. Maybe Hal had noticed when he'd picked Eric up briefly last night? At least I began to hope Hal had noticed.
And on top of that, our "room" actually had seven corners. Perfect for the crying Eric to be ordered to stand in with his pants off after Hal had spanked him to tears.
I looked at Eric and knew what I hoped would happen some night soon. Surely Hal had also noticed that our room was the perfect place to discipline Eric. Or. . . me!
I would I look at or feel myself standing in one of these corners. . . which one would it be? Would Eric be beside me? Or would he be smiling at me from a distance? I mean like, Whoa. I don't want my jeans and briefs taken down by anybody.
"Ah, Hi! What time is sit?" were his first sleepy words.
"Eleven" I replied.
"Oh," he stretched out his legs pushing the sheets now completely off his body that what just beginning to wake. "Sorry. I'm in your bed. I guess I just fell asleep too quickly to notice."
"No problem." I handed him a cup of coffee and he sat there on my bed to sip it.
"Perfect roommate, you are. Coffee made and waiting" He walked over, natural without a second thought about his lack of clothing and sat in the couch opposite me, pulling his legs up under him. "How about a hike today?"
"If you're up to it, great."
Later he showered, while I shaved, watching the cater cascade down his back, curling and caressing his ass that still showed signs of his spanking last night.
Later we headed for the mountains in my car and I must admit to enjoying the time away from the books, but I also couldn't help noticing the way his shorts fit Eric from the rear, his strong thighs and calves. It was still hard for me to imagine any boy was still spanked in this day and age and especially that Eric, hiking with me, had been forced just last evening to strip off all his cloths and crawl over Hal's lap for such ah humiliating punishment, but then again, I'd seen the evidence. What must it have felt like? Why had not been me?
(to be continued. . .)