David caught my eye at the antique show. Although I didn't really go out of my way to do so, we kept running into each other, exchanging quick glances. He had a smile that was magical--a naughty little smile that meant mischief--yet so subtle he could easily deny ever having "lead me on." Yet I must confess it was those two perfect buns that caused me to give him a second glance. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination--the curves were flawless, particularly at the "sit spot" where cheeks meet thighs. And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at that _s_e_x_y "sit spot" to produce a bull's eye. I imagined the concentric circles of target, and what fun it would be to watch those buns wiggle as I smacked them!
He knew exactly what he was doing. When I came by, he would cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining some object. He didn't look back at me until he had finished examining the antique. Once, he grabbed his knees to examine a chair closely. Sometimes he'd do a little "dance" while feigning interest in a piece for sale.
While he went thru his little ritual, I happened to notice an old razor strap for sale. I picked it up and examined it. He immediately reacted, and came over to the table. He took his time, stopping to handle an object enroute. Very nonchalant. Certainly not chasing after me! He gave me one of those glances, flashed that naughty smile, and asked, "What do you plan to do with that?" I was lost for words--rare for me! "I like leather," was my reply.
We chatted briefly about antiques. And he mentioned that today was his birthday--he was 23. He looked 23, except for those eyes and that smile. They betrayed a depth of character hidden by his schoolboy-like features. I suggested we have lunch after looking around a bit. He agreed, and we spent about an hour looking at antiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another's company. But I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and although he pretended not to notice the glances I stole while he looked at antiques, I knew he knew.
Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip. There were paddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked each up, I considered its potential application as a spanking implement. Specifically, I imaging whacking David with each. He picked up one paddle, almost caressing it. "I want this one," he said. "Why don't you buy it for me?" He sounded like a spoiled schoolboy, begging for an ice cream cone. I couldn't believe it. It was a perfect spanking paddle. Looking back, I couldn't help but wonder what other people thought when they saw me carrying a razor strap, and David toting that paddle! No one said anything...and the clerk at the store didn't even flinch when I bought them both.
We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things. David worked in theatre arts, was single, and regularly practiced his "sport," albeit clandestinely. He liked antiques and good food. His relationships were short lived. "I guess I'm just a naughty boy," he explained. "No man can tame me!" I was going crazy. He hadn't mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be begging for it. I thought I'd venture carefully into the subject, offering a harmless remark he could ignore or respond to. "Sounds like you need a birthday spanking, David!" I ventured. "Hah! The last one I had was my on my 18th birthday. And you know what? It hurt like hell but sure turned me on!"
That was it. No persuastion was necessary. We headed for my apartment, stopping to purchase a bottle of champagne. At my apartment, we started drinking the champagne. We laughed, talked, and told our life stories. Then, suddenly, his mood changed. David began mocking me. His remarks were punctuated with that naughty smile. And as he paced around the living room, I watched his bottom bounce. It was time to administer the spanking his attitude and our fantasies deserved.
"Young man, you are my guest, and although it is your birthday, I expect a modicum of respect and consideration." He repeated, in a mocking tone, "respect and consideration!" That was it. I grabbed him firmly but gently by the arm. "David, you've needed a good spanking for a long time, and today you're going to get it!" "I'm too big to spank!" he protested, pulling away. I made my move, pulling him across my lap. He pretended to resist, trying to protect his recalcitrant derriere with his hands. I moved them out of the way and held him down firmly.
He was mine! Those gorgous jean covered hemispheres would soon be bouncing to the cadence of my smacks! I decided to take my time, and relish each moment. He struggled less. I adjusted his position so that his _s_e_x_y little tush was a perfect target, and we were positioned crotch to crotch. "Please don't spank me hard," he begged. I couldn't stand it! I gently rubbed my hand over his ass, evaluating the nature of my target. He reflexly contracted his cheeks briefly, then relaxed them again. I rested my hand on his bottom, and delivered a short lecture. "David, you're going to get 24 spanks on the seat of your jeans, one for each year and one to grow on. You are to remain still, and take your spanking. If you resist or move, your jeans will come down, and you'll find out what a spanking is really all about!"
He said nothing. I took a practice swing, stopping short of my target. Then, aiming for the "sit spot" prepared to deliver the first lick. Raising my hand, I brought it crashing down on those voluptuous melons with full force, adding a flick of my wrist moments before impact. SSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNNNKKK!
My ears were treated to the sharp report of the smack, and a sharp "ouch!" from David. He didn't move a muscle, but waited for the next lick. He didn't have to wait long. Aiming for the same spot, I delivered the second swat. SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNK! He didn't flinch. I decided to up the tempo.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three quick licks to the left cheek! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three to the right! No reaction from David. "That's eight, young man! Sixteen more to go!" "It tickles," he teased, wiggling his bottom seductively as if trying to adjust his position. That's all I needed. I grabbed the paddle placed strategically within reach.
"You wanted this paddle, David, and now you're going to find out how well it works! You will get eight swats with the paddle! We'll see if you think that tickles!" I bounced the paddle teasingly on his butt, and would up like Casey at the bat, taking a practice swing. The next one would be for real. I decided to give him three sets of two. Each set would be fast and hard, with a brief pause between sets. TTTHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAKKKK! TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAKKKKK! "That hurts!" exclaimed David matter-of-factly.
At least I was starting to make an impression. Time for two more. WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK! WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKK! David recoiled reflexly. "_s_h_i_t_!" he howled. I was on the right track. A brief pause. WWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKK! Two WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK! Two more paddle whacks to go! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK! WWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK! David was quivering, rubbing against my crotch. This was heaven. I knew I'd come if I didn't do something soon!
I put the paddle aside. I ordered David up, to his surprise. He had no idea this was just round one. I picked up the razor strap, cracking it lightly into my palm. "David, you have eight more licks in this spanking, and you're going to get them with the strap! You are to go over to the chair, bend over it, and take your licks without moving." He obeyed, sticking his rear out, wiggling it, and settling into position. I was an expert with the strap, and decided to lay all eight stripes on in one smooth, slow, rhythmic session.
CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!! CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!! CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!!! CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
David was breathing heavily. His legs buckled with the fourth stroke, but he stayed in position. I didn't believe that his last spanking was five years ago. He couldn't possibly have taken all of this without some recent toughening...even thru blue jeans! I continued, maintaining cadence.
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK! "OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" David suddenly yelped. My adrenalin was flowing. I laid into his buns with another lick. CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK! "PPPPLLLEEEAAAassSSSSSSEEEEE!" he pleaded. He was starting to submit. "Two more, young man!" CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK! The strap bit in to his derriere once again. His legs bucked, but this time he was silent. "That's 23, David! Now one to grow on!" CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!
He stood up. No tears, but the look of innocence replaced that naughty smirk. He embraced me. "Please," he whispered. "Spank me some more." I could hardly contain myself. Without a word, he started unbuttoning my shirt and undressing me. And off came the jeans and fire engine red Calvin Klein briefs. He went over to the chair, and bent over. Not a word was uttered. I picked up the strap, and announced that he would get 24 more spanks, 8 with the belt, 8 with the paddle, and finally 8 across my lap with the palm! "Yes, sir!" he said.
His bare bottom was a testimonial to my skill! Criscrossing his buns, from the curvaceous bottom of each cheek, to the top of each globe, were light red parallel strap stripes. These were superimposed over a pink background from the broad paddle and hand spanking. I was pround of my work, and ready to continue!
I swung the strap, aiming for the sit spot. WWWWWWWWHHHHAAAAACCKK! I held back a bit to see how David would react. After all, this was a bare ass I was strapping. No reaction. WWWWWWWHHHHHAAAACCK! Same spot. No reaction. I decided to escalate the intensity. WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK! "YYEEOOWWWW!" AHA! The sound of success! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKK! I paused briefly. The next four would be hard and fast. "Hold on, David. These are going to be zingers!" He adjusted his posture, but said nothing. I pride myself with leaving red marks, but no bruises. I was obviously doing a good job!
WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK! WWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" he exclaimed in a tone unique to the pleasure/apin mix of a committed bottom! He stood up and gently massaged his buns. "_d_a_m_n_ you're good!" he whispered. "What next?" I picked up the paddle and pointed toward the chair. He silently assumed the position. "I'm sure getting hard!" was stated as an afterthought. I went to work with the paddle. Four licks across both cheeks, then 4 alternating, hard and fast!
CRAACCCCCKKKK! CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK! CCCCRRRRACCKKK! CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK! CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK! CCCCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCK! CCCCCCCCCCRRRRAAACCKK! CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKK!
Tiny little blisters formed on his cheeks. He stood up, trying to suppress tears. I thought about quitting, but his eyes and demeaner begged for more. I sat down in the chair which had just served as a "horse" for his strapping and paddling. "Over my knee" I ordered quietly. His instant obedience signaled his desire for this last phase of round two. Few things are as intimate as an over-the-knee, bare bottomed hand spanking. And this was to be the finale--the transition from the sensual to the _s_e_x_ual.
I rubbed his ass gently, and began the spanking. The licks were deliberate, yet a bond between us tempered their intensity. I was rock hard, and so was he. SSSSSPPPPPAAAAANNKKKKKK! SSSSSSSPPPPPPAAAAANNNNKKKK! SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPAAAAAANNK! We were both breathing hard. SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPAAAAANNNNNNKKKKK! My heart started pounded. He started thrusting and wiggling to meet my hand. SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNKKK! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH" I was starting to lose it. SSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKK! We were both breathing heavy...hearts pounding in synchrony. SSSSSSSSSPPPAAANNNNKKKKKKKK! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNKK! We both came. Motionless across my lap he whispered, "_d_a_m_n_ you're good!"
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This story was on the old Foxxnet BBS in the mid-90s. The author was listed as Christopher Bottoms" on Foxxnet.