You stand before me in the living room, your face grim. You've just walked in on me as I was masturbating on the couch to one of your video tapes. I hastily pull up my pants and briefs and now stare guiltily at the floor.
"I caught you AGAIN!", you bark. "What did I tell you last time? Didn't I warn you about playing my VCR without asking permission?"
I nod my head, unable to speak.
"Stand up!", you order. "NOW!"
I tremble before you, awaiting your punishment.
You grasp my forearm with your hand, closing your fist around it. I struggle, and you sit down on the couch, bringing me with you. You pull me over your lap. My hands grab the armrest. My crotch is against your left thigh. My legs are splayed open on the seat beside you.
You place your right hand on the small of my back, just below the hem of my sweater. It s resting above the seat of my pants, and you push the fabric halfway up, baring my spine. My _c_o_c_k_ begins to harden.
You raise your left hand above your head and bring it down, fast. Your open palm connects with the seat of my pants. There is a muffled THWACK! as your hand smacks my butt. Sharp pain tingles in my right cheek. My erection increases.
I try to rise up, but you hold me down firmly. You land another blow smartly across my left cheek. Now you begin to spank harder. Your hand rises and falls, the blows landing squarely on my squirming bottom. My _c_o_c_k_ is becoming harder, excited by the spanking and from rubbing against you.
The room is filled with the sound of the your palm connecting with my ass:
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
as your hand applies each smarting slap in rapid succession. The blows are landing all over my butt now -- left cheek, right cheek, both cheeks at once. The pain is growing more distinct, and my struggling more acute. My _d_i_c_k_ is rock-hard.
You decide your hand is getting sore from hitting my pants, that the sound of the blows against fabric is too muffled, that the punishment you re inflicting is not severe or satisfying enough. You tell me to stand up. I raise my body from your lap and stand before you. My bottom aches. There s an enormous bulge in my crotch, and I know you see it.
"Take them down", you say sternly.
I stare at you, unable to move.
You snap: "Take those pants down, I said!"
I shake off my stupor, afraid. Numbly, I unbutton my trousers and unzip them. I push them down off my smarting butt and let them fall to my ankles. I tremble in my underpants, aware of the pup-tent my _c_o_c_k_ is making beneath the thin material.
You grab me again and pull me over your knee.
My penis, trapped in the cotton prison of my white briefs, has grown harder still. It nestles snugly against your thigh. I squirm a bit, and your left hand once more pushes my sweater up and presses down against my back. You rub your palms along the seat of my underpants. I feel the heat of your hand along the contours of my anxious, quivering bottom. Your palm cradles my cheeks gently, patting them. You pull the elastic band of my briefs up sharply, making the white cotton taut against my skin, so that it's tight on either side of my ass. My _c_o_c_k_ rubs against your thigh. I sigh in pleasure.
Without warning, you remove your palm and bring it down again, hard, against my butt.
THWACK!
This time, the sound is fuller, sharper, and so is the pain. There s no thick fabric protecting me now, only a thin cotton wrap spread taut across my bottom. I cry out as the blows accelerate. Again, you spread the slaps around, hitting here, there, everywhere at once.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I wriggle and writhe beneath your strong hand on my back, as you spank my poor brief-covered cheeks. Each sharp, stinging slap of your hand on my rump brings a fresh explosion of pain coursing through my bottom. Each air-splitting THWACK! makes me struggle and kick, causes my crotch to brush against your thigh, makes my penis stiffer and more excited.
You stop suddenly, and I relax. You push the legs of my underpants up on both sides, cramming the cloth into my ass-crack. My buttocks are almost completely bared now.
Again, without warning, you spank me. Your palms connect painfully with my exposed butt-flesh. The sound of the blows cracks the air. Now I'm wriggling uncontrollably, my _c_o_c_k_ slipping and sliding over your thigh. My bottom is stinging from the blows, and my _d_i_c_k_ is so stiff it feels like it might break if it bent. I feel wetness at the tip that spreads into the white cotton fabric.
After a bit, you order me up once more. This time, the pain in my butt causes me to lift myself from your lap more gingerly, and I wince as it spreads through my bottom.
When I'm before you again, you growl:
"Take them down."
"No!," I beg. "Please! Not bare-assed!"
"DOWN!", you order.
My erection is enormous now; it s pushing painfully against the pouch of my briefs. Shaking, I place my fingers beneath the elastic band. My eyes plead with you as I draw the underpants away from my straining _c_o_c_k_ and down. My penis pops out, throbbing before me. My balls slip out now, and I ease the briefs down around my ankles. I step out of my underpants and wait, trembling, my hands vainly trying to cover my raging hard-on.
You reach for me again. Once more, I fall over your knee. This time, my randy shaft pushes back behind me, snuggled against your thigh. As you bring your legs wide apart, I feel my balls slap silently against the shaft of my penis. My body writhes in place, my _c_o_c_k_ scraping on the fabric of the couch. I can feel the tip growing damp again as more pre-cum oozes out of the slit.
You lift me up, laying me down again so that my _c_o_c_k_ and balls are in your lap and my bottom is spread wide over your knee. I can feel the stiff mound at your crotch as it rubs against my own erection.
You re pushing my bare butt-cheeks apart further with your thigh. I wait, holding tightly onto the sofa arm. Once more, your hand passes across my buns. You caress my cheeks gently, rubbing your palms against the reddened half-melons. I wait, anxiously, for the spanking to recommence.
Your right hand leaves my back and reaches under me. You snake your way to my crotch and grab a gentle hold on my aching _c_o_c_k_. I stiffen and gasp as you slowly caress it. Your hand runs up and down the shaft, and your thumb caresses the head, spreading the oozing jism across the tip. I feel my back arch as you gently squeeze my _c_o_c_k_-head between your thumb and forefinger, rubbing your index finger along the sensitive underside. I groan, twisting my butt this way and that.
You continue to pat and pet my bottom as you minister to my throbbing _c_o_c_k_. Suddenly the gentle touch is gone, instantly replaced by the hardest, swiftest, most painful swat across my ass so far.
SMACK!!!!!!
I nearly come off your lap from this one. The pain spins around my buttcheek and seems to explode out the head of my penis, becoming an electric wave of stimulation. It was my left cheek you spanked then, but you soon make equally brutal contact with the right. I cry out.
"Oh, no, please! No! Stop! Oh!"
You take no notice. Your hand must be a blur.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The blows are furious now, glancing smartly off first one cheek, then the other. My bottom is on fire as you wallop me. When an especially wellaimed blow comes directly across my backside, both cheeks at once, I see a flash of stars, and your hand on my _c_o_c_k_ is like a torture. I want to _f_u_c_k_ your hand with my shaft, but I m squirming too much to get any kind of rhythm going at all. My burning butt-cheeks rise and fall, back and forth, up and down, wide apart and then clamped tightly together, as you spank me like a man possessed.
You stop suddenly, and I clamp my eyes shut in pain and relief. As I catch my breath, you let go of my _c_o_c_k_ and reach for the hand-mirror on the endtable. You raise it above my head, and when I look up, I see the reflection of my butt in the glass. Both cheeks are scarlet -- hot and glowing. You take the mirror away, and I tense as I wait for you to bring it down once across my ass. The SMACK!! rings out as the hard plastic back of it connects with my sore bottom. I yelp.
Now you reach for the bottle of aloe lotion on the end-table. You spread it on your hands and soon your palms are administering the cool, soothing lotion to my poor, battered rear. As you rub your hands around my hot butt-cakes and the balm goes to work, slowly softening the sting of the spanking, I push my posterior back at you, moaning with relief.
Now you reach for my _c_o_c_k_ again with your greased-up hand, and I shudder from the delicious wet friction as you stroke me to even greater hardness. With your other hand you pry my smarting butt-cheeks apart and I feel your slick palm inside the crack of my ass. A well-lubed finger slips between my cheeks. You prod gently around my butt-hole with your oily digit, and as I moan and continue to push my bottom toward your hand, the tip of your finger slips inside me.
You wriggle your finger around my clenching hole, Soon, your first knuckle slides in. My sphincter clamps down, and you wait until I relax again. When I do you probe on, slipping the second knuckle into my fiery hole. You tease the opening gently, relaxing me. You find my prostate and message it softly. My butthole spasms on your finger as you start to pull out. Now, your finger is slipping in and out of my butt, finger-_f_u_c_k_ing me in gentle but insistent rhythms.
The lubed-up hand on my _c_o_c_k_, meanwhile, is moving faster. You've got me humping your hand now, in rhythm with my hips as they push my thrusting red bottom back toward you. I have your finger inside me, outside, inside, outside, and your other hand wrapped tight around my shaft. You re _f_u_c_k_ing me and I m stabbing your slippery palm with my _c_o_c_k_.
I kneel on the couch. With your finger still imbedded up my ass, you unzip yourself. I grab the Aloe lotion and squirt a gob into my palm. Then I reach out for your _c_o_c_k_, hard and slick with pre-cum. I begin to jerk on it with my oily fist as you put your own wet hand back on my aching _d_i_c_k_ and jack me.
I feel the passion rise. My balls draw up. My sphincter begins to spasm wildly and you shove your finger deep inside me, pressing urgently against my prostate as my _c_o_c_k_ explodes. I cry out as my _d_i_c_k_ spews its load. My anus grips your finger and you tease it mercilessly.
Your own breathing is hard now, and I feel you tense. Now, your _c_o_c_k_ shoots, and the cum splatters my belly and runs over my hand. I continue jacking it until its pulsing ceases.
When we re done, I lay my heaving body over your lap. Your _c_o_c_k_, growing limp again, pokes softly against my belly. You withdraw your finger from my rectum. My butthole snaps shut, still clenching. You reach for me and turn me over. I feel your _c_o_c_k_ against my sore, scarlet bottom as you pull me toward you.
"Good boy", you murmur.
Your lips seek mine, and we kiss.
Your arms encase me, and I hold you tight. I know I'll be bad again, and very soon.