(The following story is about a boy I used to know. The story is only a fantasy.)
Jason and I were best friends despite our six year age difference. He was thirteen and I was nineteen. I would usually meet him each day when he got off the school-bus and we would hang out together until his mother got home at seven.
Jason was very good-looking, blond hair and blue eyes with a good build for his age. I was very attracted to him, but I never let it show, except for the times when we wrestled playfully with each other and I would lightly pat his butt.
One day I walked to the local 7/11 with Jason to get a pack of cigarettes and a soda. I usually bought him something to drink also, but on this particular day he said he didn't want anything. After I paid for my items we walked out of the store. When we were out of the store's view Jason took a bottle of Pepsi out of his loose-fitting shirt.
"Where did you get that?" I asked him.
"From the store," he replied as if I didn't know better.
"I didn't see you pay for anything," I said.
"I didn't," he told me.
I stopped right where I was and put my hand firmly on his shoulder. "You mean you stole it?"
"Yeah. Why pay when you don't have to," he said with a laugh.
I looked him right in the eyes. "Jason, you know that stealing is wrong. What if you had gotten caught?"
"I didn't, so what's the big deal?" he said.
"The big deal is that you did something wrong, not to mention illegal," I told him firmly.
"You sound like my mom," he said in a resentful voice.
"I'm sure she wouldn't be too happy to find out that you took something without paying for it," I said.
"What? You gotta be kidding me," he said loudly. "You're not gonna tell her, are you?"
"Jason, you need to learn that it's wrong to steal. I'd rather have you be punished than to get in trouble with the police," I told him.
"I can't believe you!" he said loudly. "I thought you were my friend."
I then came up with an idea. "Okay Jason, I'll make a deal with you," I said. "I won't tell if you let me punish you."
A look of confusion came upon his face. "Punish me? What do you mean?"
"Let me punish you," I told him firmly.
"How?" he asked.
I hesitated a moment. "Let me give you a spanking," I told him.
A look of mortification suddenly appeared across his face. "Get real," he replied.
"I'm serious Jason," I told him. "If you don't want me to tell anyone about this then you're going to have to let me give you a spanking."
Jason remained silent for a moment, thinking it over. "If I agree to let you spank me, will that be it?"
"Yeah," I said.
He remained silent for another moment. "Okay, I'll let you spank me," he finally said in a reluctant voice.
I slightly smiled. The thought of spanking his tight, little butt was almost too much. My _c_o_c_k_ throbbed inside my pants as I thought about my hand touching his butt.
"Where are you gonna spank me?" he suddenly asked.
"In the park. Nobody's ever there, so it will be private," I told him.
The park I was referring consisted of a couple of park benches, a few picnic tables, surrounded by the woods. Nobody ever went there because it had been abandoned, and it wasn't an easy place to find unless you knew exactly where it was. Jason and I often went there to escape the noisy sounds of the street we lived on.
"Okay, but if anybody is there then I ain't going to go through with this," he told me.
"Alright," I told him.
Jason and I walked through the woods until we came to the small open field. We were far enough away that nobody could see us back there. I walked around for a moment, feeling very nervous, and then I forced myself to take a seat on one of the benches.
"Okay Jason, come here," I told him.
He looked at me and reluctantly walked over to me. He had no idea what to expect. I could tell he was a little resentful about what I was doing, but he needed to be taught a lesson.
Jason stood next to where I sat and after a moment I finally got up the nerve to begin. I reached for the button of jeans and unfastened them. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked loudly in a horrified voice.
"I'm pulling your pants down. I'm going to spank you on your bare bottom," I informed him.
"Like hell you are!" he said.
"Okay, I'm sure your mom will love to hear about you stealing," I said.
"I hate you," he said, not really meaning it, but knowing there was no way out of this situation.
I unzipped his jeans, pulled them open, and then began to slowly slide them down his smooth, tan legs. He was very embarrassed. I myself was throbbing. This was like a wild dream that had come true. I couldn't believe it was happening. I slid my fingers in his white, cotton briefs and slowly eased them down. His developing penis was only inches away from my face. Despite a small patch of blond pubic hair, he was totally smooth.
"Okay, bend over my knees," I told him.
He reluctantly bent over after hesitating a moment. I pulled him up a little further and could feel his _c_o_c_k_ pressing against my knee. His butt was very pale, much lighter than his back and legs. I had raised his tee-shirt up to totally bare his bottom. After holding him down I placed my hand upon his naked bottom. His skin was very soft and smooth, and I thought I was going to explode right then. I rubbed his bottom for awhile, enjoying his soft skin against my hand. I knew this was a once in a lifetime chance, and I was going to enjoy it as much as I could. I finally began to spank him, not hard, but enough to make a sting. I delivered the smacks one after another and his white little butt changed from pink to red in no time. He was soon squirming over my knees, rubbing firmly against my aching crotch that longed for relief. He tried to put his hand back to protect his bottom.
"Jason, keep your hand away until I'm finished or you're going to get worse," I warned him.
"It hurts," he replied.
"It's supposed to. Hopefully you will remember this the next time you get the urge to steal," I said.
I began to spank him harder and he began to squirm even more. He was begging me to stop. I kept spanking him one after another and finally he broke down crying. By then I was swatting him fiercely and his entire bottom was crimson. He cried louder and louder as I continued, and finally my hand was sore from smacking his bare skin.
I held him firmly over my knees as he cried, massaging his very warm bottom with my hand. I ran my finger down his sweaty butt-crack and then found his tight little butt-hole. After rubbing my fingertip against his hole for a moment I took it out and wet it with my mouth. I put it back up firmly against his hole and slowly pushed it on up. He moaned as I began to probe him. With my other hand I reached down between his legs and grabbed his penis. I was surprised to find that he had a hard-on. I stroked his _c_o_c_k_ rapidly as I fingered his butthole and suddenly he began to shoot off a large load of his boy-cum. He was so excited and squirming about that I also came as his body rubbed against my crotch.
Jason and I sat on the bench for quite awhile afterwards. Neither of us spoke, but we could tell what the other was thinking. The next day Jason stole another drink. I don't think I need to explain what happened.