It had been a good birthday so far. My colleagues at work had brought in a tasty bunch of goodies to mark the occasion and (of course) taken the opportunity to razz me about being over 30 and on the downward slide. 32 didn't seem quite as old to me as it had once sounded! Still to come was a dinner with friends, but I had to first pick up my car at my mechanic's
Jack is my mechanic, and I 'm lucky to have him as he does good work for a very reasonable price. It also doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes. He must be in his late thirties or so. A cheerful, friendly guy, he is a little under six feet but brawny, and he fills out the white T-shirts he wears quite nicely. Besides the T-shirt the rest of his mechanic's uniform seems to be close-fitting Wrangler jeans and grease-stained Nike's. Jack has a kind of square-jawed Marine look, and though he is clean-shaven, his beard is heavy enough that he always looks like he needs a shave by the end of the day. We have a comfortable, joking relationship though he is always telling me I am going to mouth off to the wrong guy some day and get what's coming to me. I have to admit I almost hope the wrong guy is Jack just to see what he'd do.
I rode the bus over to his shop from work and walked into the bay just before closing. Jack was partially visible underneath a car that was raised up about waist high.
"Hey Jack," I called out. "Have you finished wrecking my car yet?"
He rolled out from under the car, wiped his hands off on a towel and said, "Yeah. It's parked in the lot." He got up off a little wheeled platform and continued, "All you have to do is pay me, pick up your keys, not smart off, and you can drive it away." He led the way into the office area that adjoins the repair bay. Behind the desk there is an old sofa and a kitchen chair and a stand with a coffeepot on it as well as a small table with dog-eared automotive magazines lying on it.
"That'll be 70 bucks today, Bart," he said. "The problem was your battery, so I had to put in a new one. I also changed the oil like you asked."
"70 dollars, eh," I answered. "That's not bad, but it's my birthday. Shouldn't it be free?"
"So it's your birthday?" he asked, as I wrote out the check. "And what's the lucky number?"
"A youthful 32," I answered, handing him the check. "Not quite as decrepit as you, I'm sure, but I hear life is still worth living even when a guy reaches your age!"
"All right, smart ass," Jack said with a grin as he put the check in one of the desk drawers and signed off on a receipt form, "I think this is the day to teach you some respect."
Suddenly he stepped close to me, reached out and spun me around, grasped me around my chest and between my legs and lifted me off my feet.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I exclaimed as he carried me quickly over to the sofa. I felt my _c_o_c_k_ stiffen from the feeling of his warm hand between my legs and from wondering if I had guessed his intention, though not quite believing it.
"Giving you the present you asked for, Bart," Jack replied, sitting down on the sofa and pulling me down across his lap. My face hit the sofa cushion, and I got a mouthful of upholstery. He moved the hand between my legs up to fully grasp my crotch and shifted me higher up across his spread thighs. I flushed, knowing he must have felt my boner. I turned my head and tried to push myself up, but he was pressing firmly down on my back with his left arm. He pulled his right hand out from between my legs and placed it on my butt, giving it a little rub. God, I was hard as a rock!
"Please, Jack, I'm sorry I said you were old!" I said, but I couldn't help but chuckle as I said it.
WHACK!
"Sure you are, boy! And you're going to mean it by the time I get finished with your ass!" He continued to deliver several hard whacks to my butt while he spoke. Though my slacks offered some protection, my butt was warming up pretty fast. He was one strong dude, and he spanked hard! I started to squirm a bit, but that just caused my hard _d_i_c_k_ to rub against his thigh and that embarrassed me even more.
"Ow, Ow! I think I've learned my lesson, Jack!" I pleaded, half seriously, as the stinging slaps continued. I tried to protect my butt with my hands but when I tried to cover my butt Jack just grabbed my wrists and held them together against my back. Then he started spanking me even harder and faster. Whack! Whack! Whackwhackwhackwhack!
"Oh God! (Whack) Please! (Whack!) I won't smart off to you again, I promise!" I cried, almost meaning it.
Jack paused for a second, and I started to relax, and then he brought his hand down with a powerful whack and left it there on my quivering butt.
"Well, that was good to hear, Bart," Jack said. "That means I can move to stage two."
I had started to lift myself up off his lap as he spoke, and I thought he was going to let me get up, but he suddenly shifted me over so I was lying face up across his lap. He started unbuckling my belt before I was fully aware of what he intended to do.
"No, Jack!" I begged, "Don't take my pants down! Please"
But the son-of-a-bitch just grinned as he unzipped my Dockers, his hands pressing against my erect prick. I blushed and tried to stop his hands, but he was too strong. He had already grasped my loosened trousers by the crotch and was pulling them down. They slid down past my thighs to my knees as he lifted me slightly with his left arm. Then he grasped the waistband of my white briefs, his palm rubbing against my erect _c_o_c_k_. I gasped involuntarily.
"No, please, Jack!"
My protest had no effect. Jack proceeded to pull my briefs down, working them down from my hips and freeing my stiff _d_i_c_k_. I shut my eyes in humiliation, feeling the cool air on my genitals. I covered them with my hands as he worked my briefs down past my knees. Then he quickly shifted me so I was back over his lap, ass-up. My _c_o_c_k_ rubbed against the denim of his jeans as I squirmed, trying to get free.
"Stop wriggling, Bart, and take your medicine like a man!" Jack said, rubbing my bare ass. "I'll just spank harder if you give me trouble."
"Please no, Jack. I'm too old for this," I pleaded. "I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want." I'm not sure where that last sentence came from; I could hardly believe I had said it.
"Well, I'll have to think about that, Bart." SMACK! SMACK! Man, did those sting! It had been so long since I had been spanked on my bare butt I had no memory of what it felt like to have a strong man's hand coming in frequent, vigorous contact with the bare skin of my ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! "Yeow!" I yelled, in earnest. I tried to squirm forward, away from the relentless fiery slaps, but there was nowhere to go. My attempts to wriggle away simply heightened my arousal as my incredibly hard prick rubbed against Jack's leg. The fire burning on my ass seemed to have no effect on my erection except to aggravate it.
"Oh, man!" I almost sobbed. "Please, Jack, it hurts like hell!"
But the bastard wouldn't quit. He continued to cover every inch of my bare buttocks with stinging slaps. High, low, one cheek, then the other, then square on both. He was breathing hard and grunting as he stoked the fire on my butt. At the same time I was afraid I was going to shoot all over his jeans and the sofa if he didn't stop.
Finally, Jack brought his hand down in a powerful swat that stung like a million angry bees. SMACK!! He sank back against the sofa, his hand rubbing my extremely sore and tender butt cheeks.
"Jesus!" I gasped as I relaxed across his lap, grateful that I had managed not to come, though his hand rubbing my butt wasn't helping, particularly when his fingers would brush my crack.
"Can I get up now, Jack? I asked, after a few seconds.
"Sure, Bart," he said, sitting up and helping me lift myself off his lap. I blushed furiously as I saw the large moist spot on his jeans where I had leaked pre-come, a thread of it stretching out to the tip of my still erect _c_o_c_k_. I quickly pulled my briefs up and turned away.
"Well, I guess you know how to show some appreciation for your birthday present, Bart," Jack laughed, patting my brief-covered bottom. Suddenly, he reached out, grabbed my waist as I pulled my trousers up, and pulled me back down so I was sitting between his spread legs. He reached around, grasped my crotch with his left hand, found my zipper with his right and started to zip my pants up. I confusedly let him do it, his hand massaging my still hard prick a bit as he pulled the zipper up. Feeling his scratchy cheek against mine as he held me against him, I felt warm all over despite my poor ass still hurting.
"I should help you get them back on since I took them off, shouldn't I," Jack asked, chuckling.
"I guess that's only fair," I answered, standing up and buckling my belt. "But I think I'm going to agree with anything you say from now on! I'm not going to be able to sit down comfortably for a week." I picked my checkbook up off the desk where I had left it when Jack grabbed me.
"And just when is your birthday, Jack?" I asked able to look him in the eye finally. I felt a small quiver in my stomach as he smiled back at me.
"I'll let you know. I have an idea of just what I want you to do for me on my birthday, my boy" he answered. I felt myself start to stiffen again as he spoke and I started imagining what he might ask me to do.
The rest of my birthday was an anticlimax, though the dinner was fine. It was a little hard to sit comfortably, of course. But I couldn't tell my friends why. Now all I have to do is figure out what car problem to have next week!