Some years ago I became friendly with a young man, a few years my junior. We spent a good deal of time together, there was definitely no _s_e_x_ on the menu - but a lot of good companionship, going to concerts, spending days down by a lake, watching videos at home in the evenings, going out for meals - plain ordinary friendship. At least that's what it appeared to be to others in our mutual circle of friends.
For my part I would gladly have taken the friendship a stage further and guided this young man into my bed. I would often imagine him there, lying naked face down and waiting for me either to lay down on top of him or to give him a hefty whacking on the bottom.
He was (and still is) a very well-built muscular man. He trains regularly and has an extremely well defined backside, pure temptation to one who finds excitement in the idea of spanking a nice plump bottom and feeling the hand practically bounce back in between spanks.
During the Summer of 1990 we spent a lot of time down by the lake near where we both live. The Summer was hot and we sunbathed regularly and both got very brown. My only pleasure thus far was when he rubbed suntan lotion all over my back before laying down for me to do the same for him. But the temptation to smack that large innocent bottom grew greater every day. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to resist giving myself away and letting my hand strike those beautiful buttocks even if it was only to be in play.
We used to ride our bikes down to the lake. I would always let him ride in front so that I could see that wonderful bottom perched on the saddle in front of me. I often had to adjust my shorts on several occasions before we reached the lake. How I longed to see those buttocks bared and waiting for a good whacking. I never thought that day would come - but I was wrong!
One day, when we were about to ride off he realised that he had forgotten his bathing shorts so I lent him an old pair of mine. He changed into them down at the lake and I saw right away that they were pretty tight on him. His bottom became even more well-defined than normal, it was almost as if his buttocks were trying to split the seams in order to break free.
We lay for a while in the sun. I didn't feel hot enough to go for a swim so he went by himself. When he returned he stood over me, dripping cold lake water all down my back and I shouted for him to move away or he'd see what I'd do about it!
He laughed and moved away. I grunted and sat up, drying myself with a towel. He lay down on his stomach beside me. He was still laughing. I looked over and saw that the bathing shorts, now soaking wet, were tighter than ever across his plump well-rounded rear.
'You're going to get it now!' I said and lifted my right hand and brought it down dead centre across his bottom. He looked around, somewhat bemused but at the same time there was no word of protest. In fact, he blushed! My hand stung and I realised that his bottom had been given a real surprise.
I also realised that what I had just done was in no way unwelcome! Here I was, dreaming about spanking that young man's delicious bottom and there he lay presumably quite willing to let me go ahead and do so.
He carried on with his mischievous behaviour, throwing grass at me, throwing the spills of his cold coffee down my leg. I said 'Just wait 'till I get you home young man! I think I'll have to teach you a lesson!'
Imagine my surprise when he replied ' Can't I have my lesson here and now? I'll get so nervous if I have to wait!'
I wasn't going to be told twice and I certainly wasn't going to disappoint him (or myself) so I raised my hand again and gave him a really hard spank on his waiting bottom. This time he didn't look surprised or blush. He just lay down flat, stretched out his arms and carried on sunbathing.
The afternoon continued with more mischief but I made mental notes of each piece of 'naughtiness' and told him each time how many whacks he had earned. I didn't slap him again during the rest of the afternoon. By the time we left for home he had earned himself twelve spanks and I promised to give them to him when we were back at my place.
The tight bathing shorts dried and were if possible tighter than ever as he cycled home in front of me. He hadn't bothered to change out of them.
When we were home I sat on my settee and he sat in an armchair nearby. We watched Tv for a while but I finally broke the ice and said, albeit half jokingly, 'What time do you want me to book you in for your spanking then?'
He looked at the digital timer on the video. It read 17.26 or something like that.
'17.26' he replied.
'Okay' I said 'No time like the present! Come over here then!'
He got out of the chair and came and stood beside me. I guided him down over my lap and he lay stretched out on the settee with his bottom raised nicely in front of me. I put my fingers inside the waistband of the all-too tight bathing shorts and pulled them down over his plump bottom until they were around his knees. As the waistband left his buttocks they practically bounced into freedom, all ready for a nice well-earned spanking!
I stared at this large plump bottom which was freely offered for me to treat as I liked. I smoothed his buttocks with my right hand as I eased my left hand around his waist to hold him in position. Then I raised my right hand and gave him a hard whack dead centre. He drew in his breath, but seemed to slightly raise his bottom, as if he was desperate for more.
I spanked him pretty hard, only the twelve whacks he had earned, but alternating left, right and centre I managed to cover a good area and if the stinging of my palm was anything to go by he was certainly feeling the effect of his first spanking. Spank number twelve was a real show-stopper. harder than the rest, and my hand stung even more. His bottom was pretty red, though I would have liked to see it redder but thought I'd better take things easy for the time-being.
I caressed his buttocks gently before letting him get up. In fact, his face was redder than his bottom. He appeared to be embarassed. I suppose I was a little embarassed too.
He took a shower and changed back into his ordinary clothes. I started to prepare something to eat. That time nothing more happened between us, but it was a beginning. It wasn't the last time my hand came into contact with his plump springy buttocks! And in the days to come I made sure I held a paddle in my hand to use on that hefty bottom!