[A couple of weeks ago, Thomas Hobbes posted "Meeting the Neighbors. I read it with amazement then Cal and I talked about it cause I went through something very similar. Thomas agreed with Cal that I could re-write and edit his story based on my own actual experience and thus the following came about. I'm not brave enough to list it under my own name cause it's 100% true, but I will post it, with Thomas agreement, under Cal's name and you can write me through him. I just can't do it myself but I don't want to be anonymous cause I'm sure there are other guys out there in situations like mine. Anyway, this is my first attempt to write anything! Hope I did it OK. Kevin, Orange, California]
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One hot summer afternoon my neighbor from across the street and I were sitting out on my back porch. We had spent most of the afternoon getting better acquainted -- he had only moved in recently -- and together had nearly emptied a twelve pack of beer. Randy and his house mate, Pat, had not been much in evidence for the month they had lived in their house. Since the paper listed only Randy's name as the purchaser I wondered if Pat was just a friend renting a room . . . or more?
With my wife out of town I had the leisure to spend the afternoon on the deck, relaxing without any pressure from her reminding me of all the things I'd promised to do but hadn't yet. We hadn't been married long. She was more established and slightly more successful in her career, and also slightly older than I was. She was the high school beauty queen who made good. I was struggling more back then, but have pulled it together now. We had been high school sweethearts and the ideal couple. I was tall, considered very handsome and the kind of teenager with the cute boyish looks and the tall, lanky, smooth body, that would drive them wild. I had no problems getting dates and whatever I wanted. Neither did she. She was stacked too. At the beach in matching bikini's, mine more revealing probably as I was gifted with a nice basket and tight, cute ass, well, in our bikini's we could attract anyone we wanted though we never did. Too conservative, I guess.
Anyway, I was sitting there in my T and jeans with a can of beer of the porch when I saw my neighbor, Randy, out washing his car. I invited him over to see if I could get confirmation on his relationship with Pat, an extremely good-looking younger guy who lived there with him. Even my wife had noticed him, he was so good looking. Randy had joined me and we sat there shooting the breeze, lazy Sunday afternoon, just getting acquainted, like I said. Finally, after a few hours of slow drinking, I casually asked if they were just sharing the rent--or more?
Randy looked up, smiled, and replied, "More."
This was my chance as a straight to ask all those questions about gay lovers and I quickly followed the opening gambit with a second question which, I thought, well might be the brick wall and the end of a new friend.
"What's it like making love to a guy?" I asked gingerly.
"Same as it is to a woman," Randy replied, laughing. "With one exception, obviously," he added. "Kissing, petting, oral, anal, masturbation, games, and fantasies all the same."
It was clear he not only would talk intimately, he would share and was open and at easy with my question. There must be some exhibitionist (and voyeur) in all of us, I guess.
"What about you and Nicole?" he asked. "What do you like to do?"
"About the same things you just listed," I replied, uncomfortable at having the tables turned round.
"Come on," he smirked, his eyes locking on mine. "What's your favorite game with Nicole? The secret fantasy no one can know, the real spice in your _s_e_x_ life. Rubber? Voyeurism? Maybe a little leather?" he teased.
Sober I would have quickly retreated from this but completely sober I was not.
"Spanking," I whispered recklessly. The moment I said it I was embarrassed and wished I hadn't.
"Spanking?" he replied smiling. He looked at me in a way I was sure he was going to laugh. I was so embarrassed, but I didn't say anything. He walked away. _d_a_m_n_.
"Now that's very interesting," Randy said after returning from the ice chest sitting by the door with yet another cold beer for each of us. "That beautiful, gentle wife of yours gets spanked?" he asked, obviously curious for more lurid detail on this revelation.
"Ah, no," I stumbled onward, almost stuttering, "that beautiful, gentle wife of mine does the spanking. You know how it is, the slightly older woman and the young teenage boy and just a touch of 'ouuuuuch' right on his bare bottom to force him to add to his performance."
I laughed nervously, or at least I tried to. I knew I shouldn't have! I had no idea why I had said that!
Randy was looking at me curiously.
"Really? You should have investigated a bit more before you married her," he replied, laughing.
"Well, actually it was I who sort of initiated it when we were first dating heavily and then engaged and all and Nicole was reluctant to spank me, you know all that bit about thinking it too kinky and not wanting to hurt me and all; but I'd always dreamed about someone who wouldn't hesitate to put her hand on my fanny and really take control of me when I needed it like down there, so I pushed a bit. First couple of times were pure kid's play, you know; but then one night I really pushed it and like got her really angry with me about whatever it was and I pushed her hard. She got furious and picked up her hairbrush and ordered me over her knees that night for real. It was the first night like I ever got it for real. Well, my cute little pussycat was gone from there after. The games and stuff were gone and my punishments became disciplinary and more frequent and left me with water in my eyes or bawling my eyes out. Making love to her afterwards and her taking command really made it good for her and for me too. I mean like, look at it this way, when I want _s_e_x_ I don't have to go through the stupid stuff most men try and hope she's in the mood. All I got to do is break one of her stupid rules or two and the consequences of my actions are never in doubt. Then, secret weapon number one, after my ass is nice and hot, you better believe she's in the mood too and demands it. Vacations are best though! I mean lots of time on the beach with suntan oil and those little touches under the water and then it's only a matter of time before she's going to look at me with 'Time I take you up to the room and those Speedo's come down, Baby.' Believe me, I get up and follow her for sure 'cause she always brings along what she calls her little 'pleasure paddle' and when we get up there, she knows how to use it. Lots of time, shall I say, on vacation for getting her attention! What can I say, but she's into it now and good at it too. I guess I got a more dominant one that I planned on. She likes seeing my ass nice and red, and the rules and standards she sets for our life pretty much insure that it stays that way. What can I say now? It's how it is in our family."
Why, I thought to myself, why was I blabbing at the mouth?!?! I couldn't believe I'd told him all of this? Why? _s_h_i_t_!!!
Randy sat there taking it all in, listening intently, then he smiled, tilted his beer my way. "Well, brother, maybe you might like to know," Randy said, taking a long sip of beer, "that Pat and you have a lot in common. As a matter of fact, last night I took Patty down to our own basement for a nice session with the razor strop I use to keep him in line."
I was shocked, really surprised! Pat's my age! In the silence that followed that bawdy declaration I was picturing (or trying to picture) something that was unbelievable to me. Pat being bent over, his jeans and briefs down, with Randy standing behind him and laying a razor strap to his backside just as Nicole did to mine. Jeez! Pat's a great looking guy, maybe a bit soft in looks, the Leonardo type, _s_e_x_ and cute, but real attractive and as seductive as hell, at least in my wife's view when she noticed him outside working in shorts. No way he could take a strapping to his little tight ass without not really feeling it, especially if Randy gave it to him bare! My _c_o_c_k_, now fully erect in my shorts, matched the bulge in Randy's I observed. I wanted to hear more and it was clear he wanted the same, at least I hoped so.
Randy took another swig of his beer and looked at me, in some ways he seemed to look completely through me!
"And Pat just stood there, bent over and just took a licking from you like some fourteen year old in the Principal's Office?" I asked.
"Sure! You better be _d_a_m_n_ed sure he did!" Randy was enjoying this. "Not only took it, but took his jeans and boxers down first himself without having to be told, handed me the razor strop, asked politely for a good whipping, and then thanked me for it after I gave it to him."
He paused.
"Course he knew there would be a good, stiff set with the cane if he chose to resist. Patty knows the boundaries in our house and the penalties too. Our family's a rather strict one, I'm afraid, but that's best for Pat, especially given his age. Good for him, you know. Strict rules, strict punishment right across his bare bottom."
For a moment my throat constricted as I took this all in. Randy looked amused as I sat there, no longer sober, jaw slack, staring at him. This guy sure was an exhibitionist, at least an oral exhibitionist, if there is such a thing.
"Nicole is a pussycat compared to what Patty gets when he needs some educating, I would suspect," he continued. "But Pat takes it and gets it good when he needs it. I think he would be disappointed with less. Sometimes I take him over my knees and just give him a good hard spanking with my hand or a paddle, but that is really for kids and women. I mean the old across-the-lap whooping with my hand on his bare bottom works, of course, but he usually needs more to get the point. Over the past few years I guess I have tried just about everything in disciplining Pat, but pretty much I've settled on two options to punish him -- the razor strop and a cane. What about you? What does Nicole use to warm your cute buns?"
"Depends," I stammered, wondering how the conversation had got to this point? I was so hot and excited hearing how Pat, the guy just across the street for all get out gets spanked too! I was hot! I wanted to stop this conversation, but I just couldn't! I had paused, but he was looking and expecting an answer that was clear.
"Ah, OK, she has used just about everything too -- willow switch, hairbrush, rubber hose, paddle, belt -- but usually she just takes a leather strap to my ass. Once in while she lets me off light with just the ruler, but then again on rare occasions she still will use a willow switch on me, too."
"So she's not a wussy!"
"Definitely not. Hell, NO! It sounds like your routine with Pat is about the same as Nicole has with me."
"Well," Randy said slowly, thinking, "maybe I will speak to her when she comes back and see if she would like to add a new twist." He was smiling very strangely now, looking at me. "If she is interested, I might send Pat over to her sometime when he has a punishment coming. It would sure be good for Pat, too. He can get too used to me."
My heart dropped in my throat.
"Unfortunately, I'm sure she'd be delighted, I'm sure, in fact if you asked her; but I'd bet she would probably want reciprocity for my own ass," I ventured cautiously, eyeing Randy for a reaction. Jeez, I was hot now!
"That," he said, "would be my pleasure. But I don't think you would like it. I'm a hell of a lot stronger when I swing that strap," he said smirking.
After a minute or two of silence, he added, "You know maybe I should give you a sample before you get in too far and she decides this thing for you? You been drinking a lot and I don't think she'd like that, would she?"
Another silence followed while he waited for a reply. I could feel my bottom clenching in my jeans and my _c_o_c_k_ hardening even more. I mean like I'm a good looking guy, straight as an arrow, and I'm proud of my body. I'd never been spanked growing up, only Nicole had ever spanked me, and now here I was, getting real close to getting spanked or worse from my gay neighbor! I know what it's like to have to strip down for a spanking and I know how vulnerable and exposed I'm going to be if he strips and spanks me. Yet, I feel myself getting as hot as hell cause deep down inside I know I'd always dreamed that someday a man would force me to bare myself to him and he'd take me over his lap and spank me. I was getting very close to that here and right now. I wanted him to force me. She wouldn't approve if he spanked me that's for sure, not without her approval. She'd probably be madder than hell and I'd probably get strapped again tonight for letting it happen. But he was right. I'd drunk too much and she'd strap me right now too if she was here and she saw the empties. She'd spanked me before for just sitting around and drinking like this. I knew he was right about my deserving to be spanked for it, but she wasn't here and here he was offering to do it for her. Maybe I should let him and get it over with? Anyway I was in for it, nah, worse, I was hot for it and I knew it. Hell with it. I threw caution to the winds. I knew a spanking would be good for me right now and I really wanted him to be the one to give it to me. A man, for once.
He stood looking at me while I was silent and thinking. I knew what he meant by "a sample." Maybe I'd better make this easy on myself and just get it over with. I was going to get it from my Neighbor!
"Ah, no, she doesn't want me drinking." I admitted the truth when I finally could bring myself to speak. For sure I'd be in trouble if she found out I'd been sitting here drinking the afternoon away with Randy. She'd spanked me herself for less, and many times. _d_a_m_n_, I wasn't rational, repeating my thoughts, too scared yet too interested to think straight.
"Then, maybe I'm right and you and I ought to go inside right now and handle this between ourselves?" He said it and looked right at me and I knew what he meant.
I wanted to say yes and I wanted to say no. I didn't want a trial sample though! He wasn't going to give me a trial or a sample. He was going to strap me for real and I couldn't see anyway of getting myself out of it! Down deep, I knew I didn't want to get out of it either.
The alcohol erased the last of my inhibitions and my curiosity roved too much.
"Ah, OK, maybe you're right. Come on in," I said, getting up and heading into the house. "I'll show you Nicole's war chest." My attempt at a joke?
Who was the exhibitionist now, I thought?
Randy set his beer down and followed me into the house.
In the kitchen I took the key from the hook where she kept it and led him to the garage where I unlocked her cabinet on the wall next to the door. I stepped aside and he took things his own way and reached into the cabinet and immediately took the leather strap down from a peg. He looked at me. Then he studied it. He flexed it, slapped it against the palm of his hand, and then returned it to the peg. I was disappointed.
"Right here in the garage? You usually get your discipline right here?" he asked, turning to me after taking the switch from a small water-filled vase.
"No, Sir," I said, my voice shaking now. "Usually I get it in the basement; sometimes out in the shed at the far end of the backyard though. Pretty much depends on her mood at the moment."
I watched him swinging that switch and hoped he wasn't going to give it to me with that!
Randy returned the switch to the cabinet and took the eighteen inch wooden ruler out.
"Very, very nice," he enthused as he put the ruler back into the cabinet. "I'm sure it does a good job of disciplining you, but I think a 'test by fire' is called for here."
"Yes, sir," I replied, nearly coming inside my jeans.
"You take the strap, go out to the shed, and wait for me. When I come in you will hand it to me, take your jeans and your briefs down, and then bend over for a good long licking. I am going home for a minute and will bring back the razor strop I use on Pat. You are going to get a good long one with each for drinking so much this afternoon."
That said, he turned and walked out and left me standing there holding the strap he was planning to use to whip me with!
Our backyard is very large -- nearly a half acre -- and backs out on a small creek. In the far corner tall pine trees surround a wooden tool shed about ten by twelve feet. Under Nicole's direction I had refurbished the inside completely and it was specially set up to accommodate her using it in disciplining me. The walls and ceiling were lined with Styrofoam insulation to moderate the temperatures and muffle sound. Inside it was clean and neat with tools hung on the wall opposite the door. A wooden workbench lined another wall and a padded saddle trestle stood in the middle of the shed. Directly opposite the front of the trestle a four by eight foot panel could be slid aside to reveal a floor to ceiling mirror which reflected nearly the entire shed interior. When I was forced bent naked across the trestle, I could see everything going on behind me and Nicole especially enjoyed the voyeurism this afforded. She thought it was good for me to see my bare bottom clenching and getting strapped with my _c_o_c_k_ and balls handing down, and it was hot for me to see me getting it I'd learned. She was right about that. When she strapped me, the place was big enough that I could perform for her if she demanded it or she would take me back inside to our bedroom. I wondered how Randy would handle that aspect? What would he demand?
On the outside the shed appeared nothing more than a dilapidated old tool barn with a full cord of wood piled alongside waiting for a winter fire. None of the neighbors knew, now one was going to find out. On the inside, it was a place I had come to like, but also fear. Her whippings always left me crying.
As I made my way across the yard, strap in hand and with the tension rising quickly inside my body with my balls and _c_o_c_k_ close to exploring with excitement, I tried to force myself to decide that I had gone too far with Randy. Sobriety was quickly returning, my heart was thumping, and my legs beginning to wobble a bit with the thoughts of what would soon come. But I resolved to go through with it. I'd gone too far and anyway he was right, I needed a spanking for my drinking so much. I went into the shed, hung the strap on a hook over the bench, pulled the trestle out into the middle of the room, opened the panel to uncover the mirror, and waited in nervous anticipation like some schoolboy.
Soon enough I saw Randy walking across the yard, a razor strop hanging from his right hand and a smile on his face. I wondered how Pat felt when he say him coming with that strap for him? I felt excited, embarrassed, and afraid, all at the same time when he walked in and shut the door behind him.
"Very nice," he said, looking slowly around the shed. "The mirror is a nice touch." He laid the razor strop on the bench. This place will do nicely for disciplining you this first time."
_s_h_i_t_, I thought to myself. What did he mean by "first time?"
Without prompting I took Nicole's leather strap from the peg and offered it to Randy.
He took it and pointed to the saddle trestle: "Take your pants down, boy, and bend over. You're going to get a good tanning."
There was definitely a new authority in the persona he had adopted.
Quickly I turned my back, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my jeans down and off. Then I peeled my briefs down to my knees baring my backside to him and the strap in his hand. As I had done so many times for Nicole, I bent across the trestle, raising my bared buttocks for a strapping. I spread my feet apart for balance, braced my knees into the side of the trestle, and grabbed hold of the horizontal bar near the floor. The moment had come. A man was going to strap me senseless for what I'd done.
"Nicole has you well trained," Randy said, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror on the wall when I looked up.
He took a place well behind me and a bit off to the side, the fly on his jeans still bulging prominently. He felt my ass, tested my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I tensed in fear and embarrassment. Humiliation ran through me. No one but Nicole had every touched me like he was or seen me like this. His hand was cupping my ass and balls and in spite of my embarrassment, my _c_o_c_k_ was harder than it ever was even when Nicole forced me to "display it," as she likes to call it. Hell, this was a man taking total control of my ass and _c_o_c_k_ and balls and I was going sky high with fear and anticipation and his strapping my ass and my collapsing in tears and embarrassing myself like. Maybe I should stop it, not let him?
"You got a nice firm ass here, boy." He said as I cringed. "Good tight balls too. No wonder she likes you."
I was so humiliated when he said that. Still I watched him in the mirror, with his hand going over my bare ass as he thought about whipping it for me. He obviously liked what he was seeing; and, feeling full of shame and humiliation, I liked him and wanted him to strap me like he wanted to strap me no matter what!
"Yea, good tight ass here for sure just right for a good long whipping, like I know you're needing."
I cringed.
Now you're going to get a taste of the strap, young man," he added, playing the role.
He raised the strap over his shoulder and then cracked it full across both my bare buns.
_s_h_i_t_!
"One, sir!"
I responded loudly as the familiar, searing sting spread through my backside and I squeezed hard on the cross brace to keep from bolting upright. Still, I knew from experience that Randy had not begun with full force and I expected there would be worse to come. He was experienced, too, and realized the best way to extend my spanking and really make me learn he was in charge was to begin slowly and lightly and then increase the severity. I opened my eyes just as he raised the strap a second time, hesitated briefly while taking aim, and then cracked it down full across both cheeks.
"Two, sir!" The heat again spread out from the dark stripe left by the thick leather strap. It hurt! It really hurt!
Nicole had had this strap specially made by a local leather craft shop almost immediately after she decided discipline across my bare bottom was what I really needed. This strap was an inch wide, quarter inch thick, twenty inches long, and very supple. She had given it to me as a present one night, then immediately tried it out on me, and she had made very good use of it ever since. While her hand didn't really sting me much when she spanked me that way, though it did embarrass the hell out of me, this strap sent me climbing the wall and she knew it. Once a month I gave it a good oiling to keep it smooth and pliable. Tonight it was very pliable as Randy whipped me with it!
Randy was taking his time and enjoying it. After a third and fourth stroke, he gingerly felt my seared buns, his hand cool on the hot crimson stripes left by the licking. A fifth and sixth cut were harder to take without raising up and then he whaled it across the backs of my legs.
"Seven, sir!" I fairly squealed, my knuckles white on the bar. Pressing my stomach down on the trestle, I arched my back to thrust my scarlet buttocks out ever so slightly as an invitation, wanting to show him I accepted him and his spanking me - and to show my acceptance. The strategy worked and he let up noticeably as the last three crises crossed my buns. This was easily as hard a whipping as any Nicole had ever dealt out.
Randy went over to the bench and changed to the razor strop he had brought, the one he used on Pat. It was the kind you find in a barbershop, actually two straps-one leather and one canvas--with a handle on one end. The large lump still strained against his fly when he turned back from the bench. I looked at it in the mirror and knew why Pat was so quiet!
"This is real, vintage Americana, isn't it?" he said, again taking a place behind and to the side of me. "Here we are out back in the woodshed and you're going to getting it, pants down, with the razor strop."
Slowly he again ran his cool hand across my already scorched red and very hot bare bottom, seeming to clear the field before the heat of the assault to come. Again his fingers lingered too much and I began to panic inside wondering why I'd gone this far, letting him check me out like this? Still, something told me this was not the time to raise any objections with that razor strap now in his right hand.
"Stand up, young man," he ordered.
Somewhat confused after waiting with tense anticipation for the second dose, I stood up, turned, and faced him.
"Just wanted to make sure you are still good and hard," he said, looking down at the stiff evidence.
I was beyond embarrassment. I'd never been hard like this in front of a man before. He made it worse by taking my _c_o_c_k_ and balls in his palm and holding them personally.
"Now Bend over, Boy" he said, pointing to the bench.
"OuuuuH, sir!" I responded to the first with the new strap. This was going to hurt! It sure didn't seem any less painful than Nicole's strap, especially the way he was swimming it across my bare ass! I relaxed, at least I tried my _d_a_m_n_edest to (!) and made yet another effort to thrust my scalded bare cheeks up for more from Randy.
Slowly and methodically he laid the razor strap on across my bare ass as hard as he could. It was all I could do, holding on to the bar for all I was worth, to take it without raising up and screaming! Instead I couldn't hold it back anymore and I started sobbing. Randy just continued strapping me.
Finally after what seemed like hours but was really just minutes, Randy laid the razor strop on the bench and told me I could stand up. I tried to hide the tears on my cheeks, but couldn't as I began to pull up my briefs. I turned and looked over my shoulder into the mirror and saw the deep red blotches on my bare ass cheeks crossed with darker ridges marking the edge of the strap.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Sir! I'll cut down on drinking for sure!"
I said it out of the habit Nicole had instilled.
"With all due respect, sir, there isn't much difference between those two straps, but the way you lay them oh, I mean like it really hurts! Pat isn't getting shorted in any way--believe me!" Then I quickly thought to add, "he's lucky you're in charge of him, Sir."
"I'm not sure Pat would agree with you but all the same," Randy replied, "I think it might be nice to talk to your wife about a reciprocity agreement concerning you and Pat. I think it might be a good idea to send him over here on occasion so he appreciates what he gets at home, let alone the special penalty of getting a spanking from a woman."
It took me awhile to recover in front of him. I couldn't move very fast, that was for sure. It hurt too much on my fanny, but at least I wasn't naked in front of him anymore and it was over. I'd finally gotten spanked by a man! Somehow the actuality of his spanking me wasn't nearly what I'd fantasies about for years. It hurt too much and I was still sniffling and trying to get completely back under control. When she spanked me like he has just done, she'd march me off to bed, but in this case, with Randy, I just stood there looking and wasn't sure what to do next. When I finally finished dressing we headed back to the porch. For sure I was far more sober than I had been an hour earlier. I returned Nicole's strap to her cabinet in the garage, hoping she wouldn't notice, and went back out on the deck to find Pat had joined Randy.
Speechless and flushed as red as scarlet, Pat was just standing there staring at the razor strop on the table among all the empty beer bottles.
"Pat's obviously wondering just how his embarrassing secret ended up on your table," Randy said as I walked toward the two of them. "So turn around and show him."
Not moving or speaking for almost a full minute, I glared at Randy. Show him?! What did he want me to do? We were on the porch!
"Don't be shy. We know you're a boy too" he said glaring at me while I wondered what I was suppose to do now?
This was going way too far! But, Randy didn't even blink, and then he added an incentive.
"Would you like another trip out to the shed right now? Should we go back out there, boy?"
Hell, NO!
Slowly I turned my back to both, lowered my jeans and my briefs just enough to expose my crimson backside and bent forward so Pat would get a good view. Then I pulled my pants up and stood there not knowing what to say, but embarrassed as Hell.
Pat broke the tense silence: "He strapped you?!? Well, welcome to the club, Brother! Now you know what I live with all the time."
Then he stood up, spun around, and briefly dropping his jeans, revealing the residue from his visit with Randy to their basement the night before. The scarlet had disappeared but light thin marks were still clearly visible across both cheeks. Randy had obviously strapped him very thoroughly, hard enough that overall, his bare cheeks were still rosy. Pat didn't seem as embarrassed as I was, though.
Randy stood up and took the razor strop from the table.
"When Nicole returns from her trip you be sure to fill her in and then have her give me a call. We are going to negotiate a bilateral reciprocity agreement for you too boys."
Pat's eyes open wide with surprise, but he didn't say anything. I was sure he knew better than to risk it, especially with that razor strap in Randy hand! Then Randy put his hand on Pat's back and pushed him toward their place. He and Pat left -- rather quickly it seemed-for home. From the smirks the two exchanged on the way out of the drive it was not too difficult to guess why they were leaving so quickly.
After cleaning up the empties I sat down and began to contemplate the consequences of what I had allowed to have happened over the past hour and found myself apprehensive when I considered the possibilities. Even if I had wanted to call everything off I knew that would be difficult since Nicole would be back within an hour or two and the evidence of the afternoon's incident would be on my backside for at least a day or so. She'd find out I'd been spanked no later than tonight for sure when I undressed. No way I could deny the whole thing ever happened. And, knowing her, there would be more hell to pay if I even tried to hide it or deny the fact I'd just gotten strapped and then got caught. Better plan, I thought, was if I took the initiative and laid it out for her. Maybe she'd see some humor in it? Nicole, I decided, needed to get a especially warm and loving reception when she returned from her trip. Then I would tell her, make sure she didn't get angry or anything.
She was due home in another hour or so. Quickly, I gave the house a cursory dust, vacuum, and pick up, the stuff I was suppose to do this afternoon anyway. Then, I put a bottle of Nicole's favorite wine to chill, selected some soft classical music, and headed for the shower to wash up. While I let the hot water soothe my spanked backside, my prick began to rise once again as I thought about myself dragged down in Randy's basement, getting it, maybe with the cane while Nicole stood there and watched. Although I had never been caned, my perverse curiosity wanted to be satisfied since I had read so many books about that peculiar English style of punishment. It would be much like the willow switch Nicole had used on my bare ass on occasion, I thought. The soap foamed into a heavy lather as I took plenty of time washing my erection. The vision of the caning was soon replaced by one of me watching Nicole paddling Pat with her wooden ruler. I could see her hauling him over her lap and paddling the hell out of his bare ass as he flailed and cried around, begging her to stop as I always did. Sure, I'll admit it, I was interested!
After a long, leisurely rinse, I turned the shower off and reached outside the steamed glass door for my towel. Groping for a few seconds I opened the door cursing my own forgetfulness. There was no towel in sight, so I stepped out into the hallway, dripping wet, to get one from the linen closet and found my way blocked by Nicole!
She was standing there, my towel in her hand, her jacket still on, laughing.
Shocked, I snatched the towel, spun around, and retreated into the warmer bathroom. Before I could close the door, she had followed me in and reached around from behind to grab my still stiff prick.
Nicole then took the towel and began to dry me. After leisurely patting my front dry from toes to face, she turned me round to do the back.
"I can't wait to hear your explanation for this," she whispered into my ear from behind as she patted my derriere with the towel. Her cold finger traced the welts which remained from my trip to the shed two hours earlier.
"I am going to take my coat off, and you had better come up with something extraordinary by way of explaining when I get back here, young man! Looks to me like you've not been so good while I was gone and I'll bet you already know you're going to get a good spanking tonight if you don't have a real good explanation for this one."
For the next hour I nuzzled, slurped, kissed, and sucked my way from her forehead to her feet and back up again as I related the afternoon's escapade in every detail. I talked long and furiously, especially about how she would have spanked me for drinking and he had just taken her place so she should be grateful like, OK? With both of us hot enough to explode into a mutual orgasm I knelt astride her and prepared to complete the lovin'. But Nicole pushed me off and sat up abruptly.
"Not yet," she said with emphasis. "I go out of town for one day and you end up in a orgy with a gay neighbor and think you can just sweet talk your way through it!" She glared at me, her anger apparent. "I think Randy has a good idea, and I think I am about ready to run you over there. You're not getting off free for your self-indulgence. This little tushie belongs to me and you know better than showing what you've got to a neighbor. I'm not sure what you were really thinking, but no one touches you without my permission. Understand me?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry but . . .."
"Forget the 'buts' I'm not interested. You need a good spanking, young man, for what you did without my permission. Do you understand me, Kevin?"
Silence.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied quietly, my eyes tracing the pattern in the bedspread. I knew she was right and for sure I had known I wasn't allowed to take my jeans and briefs down in front of anyone without her being there. I was ashamed, but _s_h_i_t_, I'd always dreamed of getting spanked by a man and this had been my only opportunity. But, still, I didn't want spanked again for it and I certainly didn't want spanked again tonight! No way! I just didn't. It wasn't a fantasy or game anymore. I'd been spanked once already. That's enough!
Nicole wasn't having any of it as she pulled her robe around her and picked up the receiver on the phone next to the bed. She looked into the phone book and then dialed.
I knew what was coming. It was a conversation I really didn't want to hear her have. I didn't want to do it!
"Pat?" She cooed enthusiastically into the phone, "Hi, this is Nicole across the street -is Randy there please?"
While waiting for Randy to come to the phone, Nicole covered the mouthpiece and turned to me: "How would you like a little penance before we complete this? I have something in mind . . ."
She returned to the phone.
"Hi there, Randy, this is Nicole, across the street."
Nicole said nothing for several minutes. She just listened with some intensity, a broad smile spreading across her face. She'd pushed my face down and I was giving service. Still, all I got was the one side of there conversation: "Sure!," "Yea, I know what you mean!," "Sounds fine to me, interesting actually!" Then she said: "In fact, I am going to send him over in a few minutes and I want you to introduce him to the cane!" Another interlude; then Nicole hung up the phone.
_s_h_i_t_!
"Well," she said happily, "you've always wondered what a caning would feel like and I have just insured that opportunity for you. Don't bother jumping into your briefs since you're going to have to take them down anyway - just get your jeans and shirt on and get over there, pronto, for your punishment, boy. Randy is waiting for you and will be happy to do the honors. When you get back, I will see what I can do to make you feel better," she laughed.
_s_h_i_t_!
While Nicole watched with amusement, I pulled my jeans and shirt on quickly, slipped into a pair of sandals, and headed out the door to meet Randy for the second time that day.
"Good luck," she offered, sipping her wine. "And try not to be a baby," she added, smirking.
Walking out that door and across the street was the longest walk of my life. I thought for sure he wouldn't do it to me, but then again I wasn't so sure anymore about anything. Finally I climbed those few steps up his porch. I looked back. She was standing on our porch watching me, making sure I was going where she told me to go.
_s_h_i_t_!
Pat answered my feeble knock on the front door and, from the look on his face, it was clear he was in on what was about to take place. Dispensing with any chitchat, he said simply, "Randy is in the study waiting for you -- top of the stairs and down the hall on the right - I'd suggest you don't keep him waiting, my friend, as it will only make it worse."
Then he smiled, almost laughed it seemed to me, and went back to the couch and his MTV! _s_h_i_t_! That's the problem with these young kids these days!
Up the stairs, down the hallway I went, and when I came to the last room on the right, the door was open so I walked in. Randy sat in an office swivel chair behind a large wooden desk: in front of the desk was a leather covered ottoman.
"We meet yet again," he said. "Since you are new here I will explain how this is done, just once."
Randy stood up, came around the desk, and went to the bookcase. He took a thin cane from the bookshelf and pointed with it to the ottoman.
"You kneel there and bend across the desk, and present your nice bare bottom to me for your punishment," he said as he closed the door behind me. He seemed to be smiling too much, like he was really going to enjoy this. I wasn't smiling at all! Fantasy be _d_a_m_n_ed, this was the real thing!
The cane in his hand was about the thickness of a pencil, about thirty inches long, with a half circle handle on one end -- much like the kind you see carnival game barkers use to illustrate their sales pitch. I knelt on the ottoman as directed and leaned forward across the desk. Instinctively my fingers took a grip on the far edge.
I immediately made a mental note never, ever to drink a beer again!
"There you have it," Randy said, "except it won't do to have your jeans in the way, will it? Weren't you listening to me a minute ago? Your punishment will always be on your bare ass now and anytime you're sent over here, so you'll take your pants down and get used to it. Understand?"
"Ah, Yes, Sir." For sure I understood now.
And down they came, baring my still smarting buttock cheeks for the second time that day. I knelt over that thing and knew this was going to hurt bad.
"Nicole says you've never been caned, but it is one of your long-treasured hopes. Correct?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied quietly, very quietly, "but I mean like it was just a fantasy and all, I never thought about . . .."
He cut me off.
"Shut up and stop babbling on. Whether you like it or not you will finally get your wish, as Nicole ordered. You need not count them out since I doubt we will lose track."
Again, as he had done earlier this afternoon, his fingers caressed my ass and felt me up real good. I didn't have any choice in the matter. Then without warning the hiss of that cane struck my bare ass with a quiet "thwack"
As it whistled into my bare backside, I jerked in pain. I've never felt anything like that before! He hurt! It hurt real bad! And you better believe I yelled! Forget the pride _s_h_i_t_!
The rising tide of pain had not begun to peak before I heard a second hiss and another "thwack." This was something else again! And Randy waited a good while before laying on a third cut. He knew just how long to wait to let the pain really settle deep into my buns before cracking me again!
That third stroke brought me up instantly and my hands involuntarily shot back to massage my stripes.
"That," he announced, "will cost you a penalty! assume the position and this time you will remain bent over or you'll get a second penalty."
_s_h_i_t_!!!!! What's this penalty crap? I didn't want to find out!
Quickly I again bent over the desk and heard the hiss of the cane.
Then, after fifteen or twenty seconds, again. And finally, mercifully, a sixth and final time. But, cautioned, I remained in place. I was sobbing my eyes out in front of this man. I couldn't help myself! I've never cried that much.
"Very well done," Randy offered, "for a first time, especially! So well taken I am almost tempted to forego the penalty stroke, but I wouldn't want to cheat you of a full experience. Get over my knee."
Somewhat clumsily, I turned round, still kneeling on the ottoman with my jeans tangled around my legs, my backside on fire, and an erection jutting out at full mast the moment he told me I was going over his knee. He had sat down on a horribly looking straight back chair.
I crawled, more like wobbled over to him and gently eased myself across his lap. Randy put his left hand under my stomach and grabbed my _c_o_c_k_ then raised his right hand up and brought it down with a shark slap across my bare ass. It hurt, it hurt soooooo much and immediately I began crying again, my ass dancing across his knees and knowing this was going to be worse than any spanking I'd ever had before. I was howling, crying, squirming. He just spanked me!
"Next time, you might remember to stay in place!"
"I will, Oh, I will, Sir, believe me, I will, Sir!" I realized I must have sounded like a blubbering idiot, but it hurt and I no longer had any modesty left.
Randy pulled me up off his lap and left me standing there while he put the cane back on the bookshelf and opened the study door with me still standing there all the time, jumping around naked and crying. After pulling my jeans in place, stuffing my _c_o_c_k_ and balls inside and zipping up, I headed for the door, real anxious to get the hell out of there! I had to get back and talk her out of anything further like this at all!
"Forgetting our manners, aren't we?" Randy asked pointedly as I began to leave the study.
"Yes, sir." I replied. "Thank you, sir!"
"Much better. Now go on home to Nicole and tell her you have been a real good boy for me. I'm sure she can handle the rest for you."
I looked down to see the prominent bulge in Randy's jeans. And when I returned to the hallway Pat was standing there, a smile on his face and bulge in his jeans as well.
"Always nice to have friendly neighbors," he smirked. "I've got a feeling we're going to see you again. I hope she doesn't strap as hard as he does! We need to get together and plan strategy sometime soon to keep both our asses clean, brother."
_s_h_i_t_! That was the last thing I had in mind!
I fled back home to seek the relief Nicole had promised. OK, for sure I was dreaming. Maybe next time Randy would do the honors?
Moment I walked up that porch and she heard me coming she yelled out and had me take off my jeans outside the door and go inside that way. Hot! She didn't waste anytime in checking me out before she hauled me up into the bedroom.
I'd like to say that was the end of it. Unfortunately it wasn't and it's only gotten worse with time. She and Randy talked. I mean like that was maybe 8 or 9 months ago. I'd always like the games she and I played before, but since that night the games haven't been in my favor, if you know what I mean. I'm 23 now. She's 9 months older than I am. Sure, she already knew I liked it but since then she's taking it much more seriously. I've ended up with rules and notes and things I'm suppose to do during the week. So had Pat, though his seem more rigid than mine in some ways. But she enforces those rules with that _d_a_m_n_ed strap of hers. I get it more often now, still always across my bare bottom, that just goes for saying. After dinner's her favorite time for strapping me and with my ass nice and red and my tears flowing, it's really improved our marital life, too.
What happened later that night is best described as a religious experience. In a low and very scary voice she told me that I was never to back-talk her again, never to disobey her, never to keep her waiting, never to sit around wasting time and drinking beer, and that I was to be attentive to her needs. She looked right through me. She ordered me over her lap for punishment. I obeyed. Somehow I knew things were going to change. I needed to be punished. She snapped my bare fanny and thighs and kept it up. When I broke decorum and tried to protect myself with my hand, she told me to never get out of position again, and picked up her hairbrush revisiting the same spots again and again. When it was over I was sobbing uncontrollably, for the third time that night and she watched me as I danced around the room furiously trying to rub the sting from my cheeks.
Our relationship immediately changed but it has thrived as a result of her guidance, she has built a very firm domestic structure, nurtured a matriarchal environment, and enforces her rules rigidly but fairly. They aren't unreasonable rules either, just things that define respectful behavior between a woman and her man, immediately punishable offenses included things like inattentiveness, cussing, disobedience, obnoxiousness, and macho attitude, and most especially, back-talk. I have household chores that have to be completed, or else. We have a "total obedience" understanding; in other words, without question I accept discipline from her whenever and wherever she feels I need it. She talked with Randy and started making use of the very effective rituals that go hand-in-hand with hard bare-bottom spankings (i. e. baring the bottom, kneeling in the corner, fetching the implement, asking for punishment before, thanking for punishment after, ridiculous costumes, soap in the mouth, assigned lines in a journal, announcing a spanking in a restaurant, and one "very special" witness, Randy or Pat, sometimes both!). There are no "safe" words anymore, and spanking sessions from her or Randy are frequent, prolonged and very severe, always producing tears and promises to be good.
Problem is, after that night, I've now got two people to worry about. Her and Randy. Both watch over both of us, me and Pat. And both of us obey either of them on the spot for sure. Randy spanks me a lot. I just got the feeling he enjoys spanking my nice young bare ass because he seems to always find a reason for doing it a lot. And she sends me across that street for heavier scenes when she things I need it frequently. Pat goes over her knees all the time too and he absolutely detests having to submit to a woman. The neighbors around don't seem to know, but it doesn't matter cause the two of us know and we know how to follow rules and watch out.
The defining moment in this power relationship was the first time I was punished a couple of weeks after that night when I personally felt that I was innocent. In our former life, I would have argued my position and tried to convince her that I was right, or that I was not guilty of the perceived misconduct. I might even have reacted with some disrespectful, hurtful or mean words or deeds. Those days are long gone.
Now that she has adopted Randy ways and spanks for disciplinary purposes, I never persist with disagreement or argument, even when I may strongly believe that I am right. When that situation is presented, I accept her or Randy's authority. You see, I've realized that immediately stripping down going over their knee is in my own best interests because the conflict will thus be resolved. It is not always "fair," but it is certainly efficacious, and it provides a sense of security for all of us. Pat feels the same. There's nothing he hates more than a spanking, but the best way to handle it is to just submit and get over their knee as quickly as possible and get it over with! Hesitating, whining, anything never works cause once they decide we need punished, it's going to happen and any resistance only means you're going to get it worse!
Based on my own experience, I can assure any of you that this system truly works. It hurts like hell when you are over their knee, but the love is there at all times. No man or boy who has ever been spanked or paddled for real on his bare ass behind by an mate wants to offer his bottom up bare for punishment ever again. It is not _s_e_x_y. But it is for our best in the long run to submit to authority in all matters, try to learn from your mistakes and avoid whining about your predicament.
Anybody these days knows we're not all that unusual. At least I don't think we are, but what I do think is unusual is that both Pat and I get it from both her and Randy. That's just the way it is.
Yes, I read MMSA Stories. That's how I contacted Cal months ago. And if any of you don't think she really spanks me, ask Cal. He's met her and also Randy and Pat! Still, if the truth be know, a relationship like this with Randy is what I find most satisfying, even best for me. Guess I'm lucky he's across the street and very much involved. If she and I ever broke up, for sure I'd go for a guy like Randy. No questions about it.
Kevin