From:ionus@aol.com (Ionus) Newsgroups: alt._s_e_x_.spanking Subject: Big John (story) m/m Date: 6 Apr 1995 09:59:11 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Reply-To: ionus@aol.com (Ionus) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com
I answered an ad for a roommate in a small house several miles from campus. The price was right. John, the guy living there, was renting the two-bedroom house, but needed somebody to help make up the rent. He wasn't a student; he was a machinist, about 30 years old, and pretty much of a loner, like me. We seemed to get along OK, so I took it and moved in to the smaller bedroom.
This was back when long hair on men was pretty much standard, and John was a tall, well-muscled guy with a blond pony tail. He liked to smoke pot and hang out when he wasn't working, and he had a few friends who dropped by now and then to hang out with him, but he didn't have a girl friend, and as near as I could tell at first he wasn't gay. But since I wasn't totally comfortable with the fact that I was attracted to men myself, this didn't matter too much to me at the time; might even have seemed easier, since I assumed the issue wouldn't come up.
I was still pretty much a spoiled kid, even at 19 years old. John wasn't exactly an exacting housekeeper, but I was worse. After a couple of weeks, in which we had agreed about trading off responsibilities like cooking and washing the dishes, I got all involved in some project I was working on, and I let my turn to do the dishes slide for at least 4 or 5 days, letting them build up on the counter till almost all the dishes were dirty.
That evening Johm said he was going out. "You gotta wash the dishes, Dave," he said, "I can't even find room to fix something to eat. I don't wanna find these here when I get back, you got it?"
I looked at him resentfully, but I only said, "yeah, sure, John, OK, OK."
But I got to listening to some music and watching tv, and then I went out myself to a Foster's Freeze, and when I came back I just crashed and didn't do the dishes.
John got in about 8:00. He rattled around the house awhile, then appeared at the door to my room.
"Thought I told you you had to wash those dishes, didn't I?"
"Oh, right, I'll do 'em in the morning... too tired right now."
John was obviously pissed off. "Look, David," he said, "you're being a pig in my house, and I'm not gonna let you get away with it."
"OK, OK.. I'll do 'em in the morning.. now lay off, will ya?" He looked at me for a long moment, his hands on the hips of his blue jeans, and his big brown eyes intently focused and frowning down at me as I lay on my back on the bed.
"You're a real brat, you know that?" he said, "what you need is to get your ass whipped good."
I looked at him in surprise. He was REALLY pissed, and he didn't look like he was kidding around AT ALL. "What?" I said, "you gotta be kidding!"
"I'm not kidding, that's what you need. And that's what you're gonna GET. I'm gonna spank your ass -- then maybe you'll pay more attention to what you have to do around here!"
He walked over to me and grabbed my whole body and rolled me over so I was on my stomach. He raised his arm and SLAP! brought his hand down on my butt, right over my jeans. His hands were huge, and he was STRONG. Even through jeans that smack HURT. I felt a wave of heat where his hand had been.
SLAP! SLAP! he repeated the smack-- just as hard. "Oww!" I said, "OK, Johm, I'll do 'em, I'll do 'em!" "_d_a_m_n_ right you'll do 'em, but first I'm gonna give you a good ol' fashioned spanking. Just like I used to get, and I bet YOU never did." (He was right -- except for a few slaps to get my attention I was never spanked as a child). "Get up and take your pants off. NOW."
Here I was lying on the bed, my body twisted to look up at this strong man leaning over me, his slightly reddened hand poised to spank me, my butt already tingling from his first hard slaps-- I could hardly believe this was happening. My face flushed with embarrassment, but the determined look in John's eyes, and the stern set of his rugged features as he stared down at me told me that I had crossed a line with him, and he was going to go through with this -- with spanking me like I was a little kid!
"I said TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF." He stood up and put his hands on his waist.
I fumbled to comply, leaving my jockey shorts on. He sat on the bed and pulled my whole torso over his lap. "All right... now you're gonna get the spanking of your life, which you obviously have needed for a LONG time, buddy."
Smack! Smack! Smack! He began spanking my butt over the
underwear. Waves of burning and tingling passed over my butt.
He spanked hard! I hadn't been spanked since I was 9 or 10, and
it was NEVER like this. "OWW!" I said, "it hurts! OK! OK!
I'll do the -- OWW! OWW! He didn't let up, but instead fell into a steady rhythm and
spanked me all over my ass from top to the line where the cheeks
meet the thighs, and all over both cheeks with sharp, steady and
HARD slaps!
I began wriggling and squirming, trying to avoid the inevitable
sting of each slap, and was howling continuously. It wasn't
that it really hurt all that bad, but I still couldn't believe
this was happening, and while part of me was tremendously
excited, I was also alarmed and embarrassed to death.
He paused for just a few seconds, saying "just shut up and take
it.. I'm just starting. You're gonna take it whether you squirm
and howl or take it like a man, and I won't stop till I'm done,
so you might as well be a man and take your punishment."
With that he jerked my underwear down to around my knees and
redoubled the spanking -- Smack! Smack! Smack! - harder now.
My butt was already bright red, but I did relax and just take it
for a while - it was easier than all that howling. I clenched
my teeth and grimaced -- and took it as he slowly and steadily
covered my butt with his big hand, spanking hard and long.
I started to think it had to end soon -- but it didn't. He just
kept on and on. I flinched and wriggled, and groaned and let
out little cries. Finally I couldn't hold it in, and I wailed
softly as a flood of tears came to my eyes, and just kept
coming. But he kept on spanking and spanking, over and over the
same ground till my butt was crimson and it seemed like a I'd
spent a lifetime cowering over his lap getting my ass whipped by
a man I'd only known a couple of weeks!
Suddenly he paused. I thought "Oh god, finally!" -- but no.
"Wait here. I'll get the brush."
The brush! He was going to beat me more! I just lay on the bed
where he had heaved me as he got up and blubbered. He went in
his room and came back with a clothes brush with a shoe horn
handle, made of hardwood and about 18" long, with a brushhead
about 4" wide.
"My dad used to spank me with this when I was a teenager... and
it got the message across. Now YOU'RE gonna get it, and you
won't forget THIS spanking, buddy, I'll guarantee that."
"No! Please! John, I've had enough! I promise! Don't beat me
with that!"
"Shoulda thought of that when you acted like a complete pig even
when I warned you. You acted like disobedient brat, and if I
have to treat you like one, I will. Now get on the bed on all
fours with your head down, and be fast about it. It won't get
any easier if you snivel."
I did what he said, trembling slightly. He put the wood of the
brushhead against my already flaming butt and pressed lightly.
Then he slowly brought it back, back, then CRACCKK! he swatted
straight on across both cheeks of my ass, the most searingly
intense swat I ever felt. I recoiled and almost screamed at the
agony, but steadied and braced myself for another. CRACCKK! it
came like lightning, and I moaned and started crying again.
CRACK! -- CRACK! he gave me at least fifteen, slowly
deliberately, and searingly hard. My butt was like a pool of
fire.
Then he stopped, saying, "OK. That'll do. Now you know -- when
you act like a spoiled brat you get spanked. As long as you
live here you better remember that, 'cause I mean it and I'll do
it again if I have to."
I just laid there quivering and crying softly, with my shirt all
wrinkled and pulled up, naked from the waist down, with my ass
blistered red and streaked with angry red marks from the clothes
brush.
I caught a glimpse of John standing over me through my tears and
I saw that his crotch was tented from a full hard on. Somehow
this seemed totally natural to me, and I responded with the
first stirrings of my own _c_o_c_k_. In the past, I had been turned
on by seeing guys getting spanked but had never really thought
of it as a major turn-on, and John had spanked me so hard all I
could think about was the pain and anguish of it, but now that
it was over, the intense burning of my ass translated into a
massive erection and an intense desire for -- I wasn't sure
exactly what. All I knew was I wanted John to touch me and
comfort me after beating my ass so hard.
He went back in his room with the brush, leaving me lying there
looking wistfully after him, but then he was right back,
standing at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on my
shoulder. I wasn't crying anymore, but I looked up at him with
what must have been a hurt look. He actually smiled at me.
"It's OK, buddy, it's over, and you'll be OK. He rubbed my
back, then put his hand oh-so softly on my red hot butt. He
lightly rubbed my butt, then sat down on the bed and continued
massaging my back and rubbing my butt. He must have noticed my
hard _c_o_c_k_, cause I could see his own enormous _c_o_c_k_ got hard
again under his pants.
He looked at me for a second as if calculating something, then
took off his shirt and lay down next to me. He came close and
kissed my neck. "Baby, you are hot, aren't you?" he said, "come
here." He pulled me towards him and hugged my whole body. I
could feel the shaft of his big _c_o_c_k_ right through his pants.
He undid my shirt, then pulled off his pants. We were naked
together, both rock hard.
He put his hand on my _c_o_c_k_, and the sensation was so intense all
of a sudden I thought I might come then and there. He hugged me
to him and kissed me on the mouth, thrusting his tongue past my
teeth.
We made love like this for some time. He was gentle and very
masculine, and there was no doubt he was the top. Finally he
rolled me over and laid the shaft of his eight and a half inch
_c_o_c_k_ in the crack of my still redhot ass. "I won't try to put
it inside you, buddy, but just let me rub it against your butt.
I'm so hot for you now."
He thrust his big _c_o_c_k_ along the crack like he was _f_u_c_k_ing me.
I smelled the sweat and strong masculine aroma of him as he lay
against me, and I drank it all in. The sensation was very nice,
but when he half rolled me and continued it while jacking me off
with his hand reached around my hips I was in heaven. After a
while we both exploded in come, and then laid there quiet for
the longest time. I had an incredible sense of well-being from
being spanked really hard then made love to by this man.
After this experience I really did try to shape up. John
started treating me like a younger brother in some ways. He
took a real interest in me and what I was doing, and gave me
advice -- and sometimes discipline. We didn't exactly become
lovers, but I did spend many a cold night that winter in his
arms, learning from him how men can physically love each other
and give each other intense pleasure. And on many other
occasions he lost his patience with me and spanked me -sometimes
just a quick, sharp spanking, other times more seriously with a
strap or the dreaded clothes brush. And I learned from him to
be responsible all right, the hard way.