I'd caught them. Caught them dead in sight, undeniable, flagrant.
Twenty four, smooth skin, flawless, nicely athletic, well developed from years of young days spent in sports and evenings pumping and toning at the gym with the weights, his bright red boxer swim shorts, still wet from their swim earlier, were down around his ankles as he pumped and pumped hard. That young boy's bare bottom was flexing and bucking frantically, wiggling and squirming, as he took what he wanted, what was his now. His peak was so high and his emotions so overpowered by his own obsessive desire that he had to reach his own personal climax that he hadn't even heard the door open. His thrust was so strong from his waist that the etchings in the side of those buns looked like steel, clenching tightly, his thigh showing every muscle possible. Then those buns were open, relaxing, showing the almost ballet dancer's softness of his nice, round, bare bottom, nice and open then with his balls hanging nicely down at least momentarily before he'd suddenly tighten, strain, and thrust forward powerfully again.
He wasn't at all aware of the display of utter masculinity he was putting on with his bare bottom open and closing and driving like that. Sweat poured down his naked back when his full head of black hair flopped back and forward lost in his own fantasy and desire. He wanted it. He'd wanted it for months. It had been denied him before, off limits, no way. Now he was taking it and right now.
He hadn't seen me there, hadn't noticed anyone had come in and was watching and enjoying watching his nice bare bottom driving in action.
But I was there, watching.
It had apparently started innocently enough. A drive up to open the summer place, boxes carried in together, too hot an early summer day, a quick change into suits and a dip in the fresh waters of that lake. A dash for sunscreen had overtaken them and when it had been applied to him, smoothing the oily shiny lotion down the small of that bare back, the temptation had been too obvious when fingers had moved under the elastic of his boxer suit, finding those hidden buns with his hands before lips had met, hands began exploring, and it had all begun. Innocent still, lotion on the stomach as one thing lead to the other and some desire was aroused, soon both swim suits were being tugged down, his completely as his masculinity took over and became the aggressor; or was he? The kitchen table was handy. No inconvenience from any table cloth or anything having yet been put there on it amongst the clutter of the boxes piled up high all around it and them as the moved upon it, oblivious to the fact that I was at that moment driving toward them and around the other side of the lake.
By the time I'd entered, he was bucking so fast and furiously that his show of abject _s_e_x_ual desire was not to be interrupted, but I enjoyed watching it, thinking about it and about him, as I stood there at a distance unknown but inspecting every move and every muscle.
Let him. He's at that age after all. He was going after it with all of his youthful masculinity on display. That's what I wanted to see anyway.
My styrofoam white and red cup of strong, black coffee still in my hands, warming them, I stood silently, watching him. Taking the time to pry that stupidly difficult tab open, I sipped a bit. The coffee was horrible. It always was, but what I was seeing held my silent attention and great admiration as he continued his display showing me his bare ass in action. In the distance beyond him was the dock and the lake I loved so much. It was going to be a good summer, but this one would be the best ever if I had anything to do about it.
It wasn't just me, he had to worry about. It was the one back in the city, still working in that Office. Their funds had been intertwined, their relationship secure. Back in that City that one, his lover, had always been the outrageously jealous type. A bit too old, a bit too little hair, more than a bit overweight and out of shape, he'd dotted on him for years but now that he'd finally secured his University degree he had too much time on his hand and too many future goals and objectives brought on by the constant emphasis for more and more, now and now, among all his peers these days. Back in the city the older one was working. Back on the table in front of me, the younger one was working hard too. I preferred my view.
His bare white ass was pumping furiously now though still beautifully with a grace all its own. He was moaning, his eyes tightly shut, he was about to cum in that trance of his.
SLAP!
My right hand landed very hard right across his left bare bun as it was flexing and I grabbed it firmly, holding on.
Immediately his arms extended and his shoulders pushed up as he frantically shook his hair out of his face and looked around to see what had happened.
"Hey!" he yelled.
His eyes met mine. And I cracked his bare ass another hard one.
"What?"
I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up quickly, not letting go of him. There was rage in his eyes. His hands dropped down to protect his privacy though there wasn't much use in it.
"Get the Hell out of here!" I yelled at the bimbo on the table.
I didn't have to say it more that once as cloths flew with the smaller, gorgeous, bimbo-type one yelling and cursing and screaming up a storm but there was no movement yet toward the door. I didn't really give a _d_a_m_n_.
"Who the Hell told you you could do that here?" I will still holding him tightly, prepared to slug him if necessary.
"I mean, Why not? What's you're problem?" he screamed back in broken frustration and abject passion. I'd broken his passion just before he came and I'd done so on purpose.
"My problem?" I stared at him. "You're the one with the problem. I'm going to spank that fancy ass of yours so hard you won't sit down for a month."
"Like hell you are." He screamed back.
"Want'a stay and watch him get it?" I said to the now near frantic bimbo, who though screaming and yelling hadn't moved yet.
"No, no way." He screamed back at me.
He was clearly furious, but so was I. Yet he was also much more attractive that way. The lotion still shined on his body and made his abdomen's definition even more prominent and attractive than it usually was. I'd been admiring him for months anyway. His bright red boxer bathing suit was up discretely, though slightly lower slung and far more ajar than I'd normally seen it on him given the speed in which he'd tried to pull himself together with my hand still firmly holding on to his arm.
"No way, Hell." I raised my voice and screamed back. "Just who in the Hell do you think you are coming in here and exercising your _c_o_c_k_ like that on my kitchen table!"
"None of your business!"
"I'm making it my business. Now get your ass back into that bedroom and spread it out over the bed back there. I told you what's going to happen."
"No, NO! You've got no right. No Way!" He stared me down.
"Suit yourself, Nicky boy. I'll spank you right here."
I pulled him toward the one chair that wasn't piled with boxes while he screamed back, struggling and fighting it all the way.
"NO! You can't do this! Cut it out! Let go of me!"
I sat down and yanked him over my lap.
"Come on, DON'T! What in the Hell do you think you're doing!?!"
Though he struggled and hard, I managed to get his trunks down off his bare ass, at least almost to his thighs. No way to properly bare him when he was struggling like this, but this would do. I forced his head down to the floor as he continued streaming, fighting. His bare bottom was moving seductively as he struggled to bring his hand, either hand, around to protect it from my view and what he knew was coming.
"NO! YOU CAN'T! STOP IT. LET'S TALK ABOUT IT FIRST!"
I pushed his hands away, pulling them back into an arm lock over his back while he continued struggling, fighting me. In the fray I managed to yank those red trunks down just enough further to have his whole bare ass open and available to me.
"NO! DON'T!"
My palm cracked his bare ass with all the considerable weight and force I could muster under the circumstances, but it was enough to leave a very strong hand mark and get his attention!
"Ouuuuu! STOP IT! What the. . ."
The next one followed by the next one and the next and the next continued while I spanked his bare ass, turning it red for him. He screamed, yelled, fought, but I spanked him. I was angry, yes; but I also wanted to spank him!
"Settle down, Nicky" I yelled at him to insure he could hear me over his own yelling and screaming. "Settle down. I'm not going to stop spanking you until you settle down and take it."
"NO!" he screamed and yelled at the same time "Ouuuuuuuuch! Stop it!!"
That's not settling down in my book. I continued spanking him and he continued howling. The bimbo just stood there transfixed and staring without moving a single muscle!
Though I'd never spanked Nicky before, he was not immune to it. His much older lover had spanked him before, though apparently rarely, at least I thought so from a comment or two that have been made and left hanging. He apparently didn't resent it either, though equally apparently it had not been good enough to teach him manners.
Still, I was sure he knew enough to know I would continue to spank him over my knee like this until he relaxed and took it from me. Then we'd discuss it and then I'd punish him. Nicky had a young, brash, arrogant streak in him. Typical American kid. We get lots of them wandering around over here, especially in the summer times. No one had apparently tamed him well yet, not yet anyway. And I was anything but worried about the reaction of his older Lover. I'd known him for years and knew it would kill him if he'd known what I'd walked in and seen his precious Nicky doing on my table.
I smiled. He looked almost too good that way with his bare ass over my lap as I spanked him in front of that bimbo standing there. I spanked him, that's all. I didn't beat him, I didn't bruise him, I didn't really even all that hurt him, except maybe for his ego. I just spanked him, and turned his bare tail from that white and _s_e_x_y one with the tan line already that was doing it's thing to the crimson red that I had now made it become. He still fought me.
"_d_a_m_n_ it," he yelled, "That's enough! You have no right!"
"I have every right," I replied. "Now you just get that through your thick skull and settle down and take it or it's just going to continue. How much you need, Nicky?"
"YOU BASTARD!" he screamed in reply.
I looked around and saw some shower slippers setting there and a thin piece of plywood. Picking up the plywood, I paddled him and let him scream this time. The sound of that plywood against his bare bottom cracked through the room disproportionately to its sting, but that only helped Nicky settle down, I think. Then he cry it all out until it finally got to him and he showed the signs of settling down I was waiting for. I said nothing more until he did. It didn't take long.
"OK, OK, OK! You Win! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Pleaseeeeee, Unk. I'm sorry." His quiet sobs flowed gently almost softly now.
His body hung like a dish rag over my knees and I dropped that make-do paddle and rested my hand on his firm ass. I let him sob it out. He'd lost his male pride at resisting me but it had taken too long. Too much pride in this one. A boy his age needs time to let it all sink in when he's crying and broken like this. Still not a bruise on his bare bottom. Just a solid spanking following by a few well placed slaps of that plywood paddle to reinforce my point.
"I'm sorry, I'm sooooo sorry, Unk. Please, enough, please." He moaned it out in between tears and sniffling, choking back his tears too. Despite all his youthful rash arrogance, I had reached him like most men do for a boy like this -- right across his bare ass.
I kept him over my lap. He made no attempt to move or resist now. He sobbed quietly though.
"Do you understand what you did wrong, Nicky?" I asked finally.
"Yes, yes, Sir. I'm sorry." He replied with sincere contrition.
"You want to screw around, you go right ahead and screw your relationship too, but you don't do it in my house. You hear?"
"Yes, Sir. I won't no more. I promise. Please, can I get up and get dressed now, Sir?"
"What's your hurry, Nicky?" I asked. "You think I haven't seen a boy with a very red ass across my lap before?"
And it was! It was very red, and very relaxed and super hot now with my right hand still low and holding it firmly there, letting the heat sink in, my middle finger protruding a bit, OK. He was do nothing to resist or keep anything from me now. He knew the board was still right there at my feet. He could probably even still see it given his somewhat uncomfortable position over my knees.
Still he seemed stunned by my question, almost as if that had never dawned on him before. American.
He was a good _s_e_x_y stud, no question about it. Sometimes he saw himself no doubt as god's gift to men and women alike and maybe in some ways he was. He was also beginning to respond automatically down there now. No surprises to that. Most do.
"Ouu." He moaned. "No, Sir, no that ain't it."
Wallooop!
My hand descended quickly and slapped him just enough to re-get his attention.
"'Ain't it,' Nicky? Where's your grammar, son?" My hand had resumed its intimacy on his red bare ass as he squirmed uncomfortably.
"Isn't it, Sir. But no, Sir, it's just like," he was really squirming now but I wasn't real sure why, "I mean like it's uncomfortable like this, Unk, and all."
"Uncomfortable? It's not suppose to be comfortable, Nicky." I said. "I'm spankin' you, boy!"
"No, no, that's not what I mean, Unk, but like come on, have a heart, let's go in the other room, Unk. Can't we, Sir?"
"What's the point of that, son?"
"_s_h_i_t_, Unk. . ."
SLAP
"Our, OK, OK, sorry, I mean just, come on Unk, it's embarrassing to be like this with her standing there watching me and you know, seeing it and all."
So that was it.
"You didn't seem to mind someone walking in earlier."
"This is different. Come on, please. I mean how would you feel?"
I looked at the bimbo standing there. She still hadn't moved a muscle but her face was flush. She started at his bare bottom red and up over my knees.
"Got a good ass on him, doesn't he, huh?"
She seemed extremely embarrassed and only blushed further.
"Nice red ass, too?"
A smile crewed over her face, but she was silent.
"Yes," softly, but finally she said something.
"You like him?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied softly.
"Like this nice red ass too?"
She paused.
"Yes," even more softly now.
"Unk! Come on, don't do this to me. Please! I mean. . .."
"Shut up, Nicky." I said. "You brought this one on yourself."
I worked my hand and fingers until I got him where I wanted him regardless of what he wanted. She watched avidly.
"Now get up there and finish the job your started, Nicky." I said.
"You heard me, boy. Or would you prefer more from the stick."
"_s_h_i_t_," he yelled but he was off my lap and on her, tearing off things quicker that I thought possible and was he ever hot this time. His drive had become urgent drive and he pumped and rammed for all his naked athletic frame was worth. It didn't take long. They were both hot, real hot. Soon he was back just where I had interrupted him earlier. When he slowed, a few well placed swats from my hand across his already sore bare ass propelled him forward until they both exploded. When it was over and they were quickly dressing, both eyes on me now, it was my turn.
"Leave those trunks down, Nicky." I said to him.
And to her, "Time you head back to the city, I think. Nicky and I have some things to settle."
She smiled. "Sure, Bye, Nicky" she managed to say sweetly, little wave with her fingers as she stared at his now limp _c_o_c_k_ that he was trying to protect from view with his hands cupped there strategically. Within moments she was gone.
"Please don't spank me no more, Unk." He pleaded when he was sure she was out of ear sight. He came closer, no longer worried about his state of youthful nudity. It was just the two of us now.
"Why do you think he's going to say when I tell him about what you were doing today, Nicky?"
"Come on, man. Please give me a break. You spanked me. You don't' have to tell him, do you?"
"I'll make you a deal, Nicky." I said. "I'll agree not to tell him for now but you're also going to agree that you're also going to come up here for some growing up lessons anytime in the future I tell you to."
"Ah. Come on, Unk. What kind'a lessons?" He stamped his foot, or at least seemed too, but I just smiled.
Instead of answering his impertinent question, I stooped down and pulled up Nicky's bright red swim trunks, pulling them up far to high and far too tightly over his hot buns. I wanted nothing further. I said nothing further. I just left him to think as we finished unloading the stuff from both cars.
"Come on in for a swim, why don't you?" Nicky had said after we'd finished the job.
"Nah, you go on."
He did. I watched his swim suit covered butt walk down toward the dock. It looked different now, but still attractive in another sort of way. I was thinking. Just thinking. I'd always wondered what those little bare buns could do. Now I'd watched them in action and I was more than a little bit intrigued. He swam a long time, probably thinking too I suspected.
When he came out, he came up on the porch, towel around him, still dripping some water.
"Ah, OK. It's a deal, just please don't tell Helmut. It would hurt him too much, you're right and I know I shouldn't have done that here."
I said nothing. No need to.
Later we cooked some dinner. Nothing more was said. Later still we were sitting out on the porch of the cabin watching the sun go down over that lake there. I decided to risk my luck a little more. Why not? I had nothing to loose.
I looked at him sitting there, so calmly and peacefully. He looked back and smiled toasting with the picnic cup with some remaining red wine my way. I didn't know where his thought had taken him, but I knew where my were now.
"Take those boxers down, Nicky, better yet take them all the way off. I'm going to spank you, boy. Time for your spankin'."
His eyes showed his surprise and shock at my words, but he didn't resist this time. Instead he stood up, putting his cup down, and took them off like I had told him too, maybe a bit too slowly, but nevertheless he did it. He looked good, real good to me. And he took the step over and put his bare, youthful body back across my knees where it had been earlier today. His still red ass was up across my lap where I could admire it and spank it. He was offering no resistance to me as his bare ass lay waited there, offering it to me. I'd waited years for a good one like this and seen many a boy get spanked by a man or two, even spanked a nice good one or two myself, but this bare one was the one I wanted right here and any excuse I could think of to spank it. Turned out I hadn't even needed an excuse. My idea had worked. I'd told him to bare it and he had and now there was no question I was going to spank him privately here on the porch of my cabin and no one around to interrupt or to see him or here him get it either. I'd waited too long but he wasn't resisting in any way.
"Let get you better positioned, your little balls out of the way, Nicky." I remember saying.
He got his second, old fashioned bare ass spanking of that day. This time he made no objections. It didn't take long until he was sobbing again. A second spanking on a still red bare bottom is always more sensitive on a boy's bottom, but I knew how to do that and did it, I did, right there on the front porch of the cabin on that isolated lake as the sun went down and I'll never forget it either.
To make along an complex story short, Nicky kept his side of our bargain. So did I. He came to experience lessons and increasingly frequent ones that summer. His lover in the city said nothing and I never told him. About a year later his lover died of natural causes and Nicky inherited it all. I thought he would leave, but he hasn't. He's still here learning lessons in the way I like to teach them to him. I like a boy to guide and I see nothing wrong in my still spanking him. In fact I like it. I like to spank him. I also think it's good for him to have the benefit of someone to guide him and so I do to make him the best he can be in all parts of life. My way to guide him is to spank him anytime I need to or even just want to. That means Nicky's bare ass over my knees getting spanked just because I said so. I don't care a _d_a_m_n_ what he or anybody else wants or things! Maybe you don't agree, but that's your problem, not mine. Don't lay your trip on me. To repeat, I don't care what anyone else thinks. In my mind, it's simple and clear. As long as he is here with me, he's going to get spanked whenever I say so. If he doesn't like that, he can go back to America anytime he wants to.
Where is here? Nurnberg, The Federal Republic of Germany. Best place on earth and I don't mind saying so. Nicky's not the only young American who traveled through Germany and has stayed on. But for me, he's the most prized and valued. You see, here he found something he couldn't find in your America. Others have too, maybe, but my concern is Nicky and his, let's call it, education.
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note: the above is a true story of a young man, now 29, but still in Germany as written first in German, then translated and heavily edited by two friends until it was turned into the above English. It was written by the German man Nicky continues to call "Unk." The mountain lake and that cabin are still both there too. I came to know "Unk" several years ago through mutual friends who suggested he and the boy record it. Finally they did though it was a long time in coming. I'm transferring it to the Archive. Nicky's side of their story is in Part II. Unk's been good for the young American. It's obvious when you see them together. They genuinely like and respect each other, though Nicky's more circumspect around others. Unk is part of a fairly open circle of discrete men who appreciate the youthful beauty of a nice young male's bare bottom and especially like to spank one. The young American certainly has a nice bottom, and to be sure, Unk is still spanking it in that time honored tradition of bare bottom spankings, over the knee, strict male discipline. Both, in their own separate ways, are proud of that.