It had been two weeks since I had gone across Jerry's lap for my first bare-bottom spanking from him. I couldn't get the excitement of it out of my mind. I spent more than a little time rubbing my teenage _d_i_c_k_ while fantasizing about it. I never told Jimmy about the spanking that his older brother had given me, but he must of known something was different by the way Jerry and I looked at each other a lot and smiled. I got the feeling that Jerry liked having my smooth little 14-yr-old bubble-butt across his knee as much as I did. I decided that it had to happen again.
I went over to Jerry's apartment on Sunday knowing that Jimmy had left town with his parents for the day. Jerry was somewhat surprised and asked why I was there when I had known Jimmy was out of town. I grinned sheepishly, and I told him that I had come over to see some movies on his VCR if he didn't mind. He smiled and said okay and had me come in. A chill ran down my back as he looked at me. We both knew why I was there.
He started the VCR and plugged in a tape and offered me a beer. I sat down and tried to be nonchalant.
Then he asked, " Shawn, why are you really here?"
I just smiled and didn't really come up with an answer. Then he said, "Did you like getting the spanking last time you were here? Be honest, Shawn."
I nodded my head up and down only, refusing to look at him. I was now really nervous.
"Well, young man, have you done anything wrong lately that you wish to tell me about? Think about your answer carefully because I believe in consequences for bad behavior and I will personally see to it that you are punished."
The word "punished" really set my nerves on edge! I asked Jerry what he meant by punished. He said that it would be determined by the offense. We were now looking at each other intently. I told him that my friend Carl and I had skipped class on Wednesday afternoon and went out smoking cigarettes-that we hadn't got caught. He asked if I felt guilty about it. I said yes because I had always been a really good student and I had also lied to my parents and teachers about where I was.
Then he said, "Well, I think that we had better see to it that you pay the price for your wrongdoing, and that will probably make you feel a lot better about yourself. Don't you agree, Shawn?"
I nodded.
"What do you think is an appropriate punishment for your childish behavior, young man?"
Jerry was sitting on the couch without his shirt on, his smooth chest muscles rippling. He wore some tight-fitting Levi's 501's. I was on the floor, just in my jeans and T-shirt looking back at him. I shrugged my shoulders at his question.
"Well, Shawn, I think that maybe a good, hard spanking is in order. Maybe then you would think twice about misbehaving all the time." I looked down at the floor, avoiding his piercing eyes. "But, if I decide to spank you this time, young man, it will be much worse than I did before. It will be the real thing. You will be spanked like a young teenager should-with a paddle or a strap-until you are crying hard."
I gulped and looked up at him wide eyed, feeling fear course through my body.
"Now, I want you to think about that, Shawn, and how bad that will hurt, and then you can give me your answer after this movie is over."
I nodded agreement and tried to watch the stupid movie, but I knew I was in for it. He made small talk during the movie, avoiding the subject, but I couldn't get it out of my mind for more than a minute. As the final credits started rolling, I became afraid again.
"Shawn, have you decided about your punishment, or should I forget it and just report that I saw you to Mr. Bradshaw?" Jerry asked calmly.
I knew that he might, and if he did it would mean trouble both at school and at home. The consequences would probably mean a paddling at school, and when my parents found out, a serious grounding at the very least. But more so, I wanted to take his spanking, even knowing that it was going to be a really hard one.
"Are you going to do it really, really hard?" I asked.
"Yes." He replied, "Until you are crying like a baby and your little butt is welted. That's the only way you will feel better about what you did." He was not giving any clues that this would be playful, besides a very slight smile.
"Okay, I guess I've got it coming to me." I said, nervous as hell!
"That a boy! Now come here."
He stood up and looked at me. I came over to him slowly. He Shawnhed me as before into the bedroom, his hand around the back of my neck. My heart started to pound as he closed the door again and sat on the bed. The room was secure and the sunlight was filtering in through the window blinds. I was once again standing in front of him, very close to where he sat on the bed. My breaths were short and I knew there was no turning back.
He looked at me a minute, then said, "Take off your shirt, Shawn."
I did, as he sat back and looked intensely at my smooth frame. He then asked me if I preferred the paddle or the belt used for my spanking.
"The paddle, I guess." I heard my nervous voice say, looking at his wide leather belt around his waist.
"Very well, it is over in my top right dresser drawer. Go get it for me, please."
I walked slowly to the dresser and opened it. I saw nothing resembling a paddle, just underwear-a man's underwear.
"It's there, just look for it." he said.
I dug under the white shorts and felt a hard object resting beneath. I pulled it out and gulped. It was a thin hardwood paddle, not even as thick as my little finger and maybe 3 inches wide. I held it by its shaped handle and it stretched about 15 inches long. It was like a wide, thick drawing ruler with a handle-not like the paddles in school at all. They were generally thick and heavy. This was substantial, but thin and smooth. Jerry was standing up and looking at me while slowly undoing his belt and sliding it off, making that telltale snapping sound as the end passed each loop in his jeans.
"Bring it here, sport, before I have to use this on you," he warned, folding his belt in two. I admired his lean stomach and I could now see the waistband of his BVD's. I walked over and handed him the paddle, offering it to him handle first. He put the belt down on the bed and sat down smacking the paddle against his hand and starting the traditional lecture.
"Now, Shawn, you understand why you have to get this, right? You are constantly in trouble and even though you are a great kid, you sometimes don't think things through, do you? You know better than to skip school and then lie to get away with it. What were you thinking?"
"I don't know." I solemnly answered.
I looked down as Jerry continued to hit on the points that honestly did make me feel like my behavior was out of control. I did push the limits all the time, and somehow knew that I needed this comeuppance.
For several minutes he lectured, with me having to answer his questions that made me feel like an errant 10-year-old. His inflections were getting stronger and stronger about my lack of discipline and need for correction as he pointed out several examples. He was, in a way, working himself up into making sure this was a well-deserved spanking that was meant to punish-for real! For me, it was making the real guilt I carried with me on a daily basis rise to the surface. I felt bad and knew I had done wrong.
There was a long pause while he looked at me and I looked at my feet. Then he asked the inevitable question quietly. "Then you know that you have to be punished, Shawn?"
"Yes."
"Go ahead and take off your pants, young man!" I started to slowly undo my pants and unzip them, finally sliding them down while looking straight down. I had them to my knees, my heart beginning to thump in my chest with nervousness.
"I said take the pants OFF, Shawn!"
I kicked off my shoes and slowly slid the pants past my ankles and pulled them off, all the while aware of the smacking sounds made by the paddle against his hand. I stood back up, my head down in front of my punisher. After a minute of silence, I looked up, clad only in my underpants and socks. He was looking me in the eye.
"Now, take off your underpants," he almost whispered, then added, "and stand with your hands behind your head!"
This was worse than before! I thought for a sec, then slid my shorts off my legs and stood in front of him, hands behind my head, in full nudity. I had only had pubic hair for six months or so and it was embarrassing to have myself on display like this. Again, I felt the cool breeze over my uncovered midsection. He looked me up and down carefully. I could feel my _c_o_c_k_ stirring despite my guilt and nervousness. I found my thoughts just for a second drifting to his strong bare chest and arms as he sat there looking strong with paddle in hand. I wondered what I had gotten into!
"Get that little bare bottom across my lap, young man! You are going to get the spanking of your life!"
I started to move into position with a little help from him to position my naked frame perfectly square on his lap. He had me so my legs were off the ground and my buttocks high on his lap, chest resting on the bed and my hands still above my head. He rested his hand on my butt again like I liked then he slid his hand between my thighs nudging me to spread my legs somewhat. I had unknowingly clenched my butt cheeks tightly together and his placing my legs so my feet were about shoulder-width apart relaxed the fanny once again. He tapped the back of legs indicating I was to keep them in that position. The silent and slow positioning of me in preparation for the spanking was nerve wracking, but my _d_i_c_k_ grew hard as a rock and pressed urgently into the denim of the inside of his left thigh. His left hand pushed on my lower back, and I knew that I was his to spank as long as he wanted. He was strong!
He spoke firmly but quietly, "Now, I am going to give you a good-hard--spanking with the hand, and then I am going to paddle you, Shawn. I expect you take this stoically and act like the big boy you are. I don't want you crying out loud before we begin the paddling. Believe me, you will have plenty to cry about then. If you cry too soon or begin to yell or scream, you will get more with the belt! Do you understand all this, Shawn?"
"Yes sir!" I snapped, cooperating to the fullest and hoping that I wasn't going to get it too hard.
My head was turned back to the left, looking at his big profile from my low vantage point. I felt his hand lift from my bottom and saw his torso flex and then his right hand lift high in the air. I tensed. SMACK! God! The sting of his big wide hand on my naked butt flesh hurt. As before, he took his time,