**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
**REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up by the stories _Spanking_Party_, _Justin_Returns_, and _Mediation_by_Paddle_, _Rules for Justin_. If you haven't read them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream of feedback I've received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.
As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among other S&M proclivities .
This story takes place about a month after Justin moved back in with me. He had started working at my firm as a senior associate in the tax division with me. Geoffrey Duncan III is an arrogant partner at my firm who I've mentioned in the past who, well, you'll see...
Having Justin around at work was a delight. Firstly, he is quick on the job. In spite of the fact that something always held him back he fit in nicely at our firm and was already doing great with the clients I gave him. Plus our home life was wonderful. And, during the late nights that inevitably fill a high paid lawyer's career he always would come work in my office and we had the occasional make-out session.
The first Thursday of every month is always the partner's meeting. This Thursday would be the first one since Justin came on board and would be the time that his place at the firm became officially ratified. The astute reader of my journal entries might also note that the following da y I would likely have another crack at Michael's hot ass down at the ~Dungeon~.
My mind turned to the details at hand. I collected information from Justin about his billables for the past 3 weeks along with some outcomes. Then I walked over to Geoffrey's office to talk about cementing our understanding.
I suppose it is important to describe this annoying yet good looking creature. While Tom remains convinced that he's seen Jeff at bars, I somehow doubt it. His family name and all that. You don't get a pompous name like Geoffrey Something Something Whatsathing Duncan III unless your family feels entitled to it. Around this city, they do, and he does.
He is fairly young, 31, roughly my age, and tall and lanky at 6'3", but probably a size 32 waist. He always looks a bit drugged out or something to me. His nose slightly red or his eyes looking blood shot. I don't know what he does that it looks that way since he always seems rather sober, but stupid. Perh aps inbreeding of the Duncan family has produced genetic defects.
His dirty blond hair and blue eyes, fill out my description and explain why inspite of his abrasive, snobbish, personality, one could imagine viewing him as rather hot.
I wander into his office as he is ordering some of the junior associates to perform what they undoubtedly realize is worthless research. He wants information on the pre-emption of state gun laws by the Brady Bill for some gun-lobby client. If the client would be what you or I, or what most decent real human beings, would consider scum, they are on Geoffrey's client roster.
Some favorites carefully disguised: a famous movie star who raped a 13 year old, 2 foreign tobacco companies, several prominent fire-arms groups, along with a potpourri of obnoxiously right wing clients.
As his junior associates leave the office, I look at them sympathetically, my eyes saying, "God, you poor _f_u_c_k_s," and my smile saying, "Come work for me, I need more bodies in the tax division."
Geoffrey had offered his backing and I was fairly certain I could count on the vote but I needed it in the bag. He and I along with Linda Jamieson are the partners on the hiring committee. All decisions are unanimous and then rubber stamped by all the partners. Linda approved since she knew how short staffed I was and had already had Justin help out two of the clients she had sent me who were languishing under Geoffrey's own tax problems.
Without Geoffrey's vote though, the whole process would be grueling Thursday night with questions as to why we split on Justin but still presented him to everyone. And the likely result would be no tax help for me.
"Hey, Geoff, remember the hiring meeting this afternoon?"
~Sneer~
"Well, we need to vote on Justin; Linda and I want him to stay, and you and I talked about this a bit before."
~Laugh~ "So, what do you want me to do?"
I shut the door to his office.
"Wel l, for starters, vote for him."
"Why, would I do a _d_a_m_n_ fool thing like vote for your faggot?" he says sneering at me.
I ignore the insult and sit down. Talking to Geoffrey when I tried to help him on his taxes a month ago was a barrage of insults. He didn't follow my advice to the 'T' and the state treasury was coming. I knew this so I sat down calmly.
"Look, Geoffrey, I'm going to have to talk about the four weeks I will be out of the office trying your tax _f_u_c_k_-ups at the partners meeting tomorrow. Linda is going to tell them all how you have so completely usurped my time by _f_u_c_k_ing up over and over again with the government that our real clients would not be getting legal advice right now if it wasn't for Justin."
"_f_u_c_k_ you," he says.
"Fine, then I'll call the state treasury and tell them to haul you off to jail for a good year. I hear that pretty white boys like you tend to get gang raped in our minimum security prisons."
That shut his trap. Geoffrey i s a lousy lawyer, he forces junior associates to do all his work and for all he knows, I can make such a call. Actually, he probably realizes it is a bit more complicated than I am making it out, but the impact of my words is clear.
"I had offered to give you a bit of quid for my pro, if you voted for Justin, but now, the only thing you'll get is not being utterly humiliated for failing to report income in front of the partners and a crack at staying out of jail." This is in reference to an earlier promise, I made to support some of his idiotic cost saving proposals in return for Justin. "Also, if this fight goes down at the partner's meeting, I'll bring up the reasons that I am the only senior person in the tax department these days."
He recoils visibly, his face scrunched, but still _c_o_c_k_y.
Geoffrey has voted down every single tax associate over the past few years, last year, we had a mass exodus, I almost went with my associates, but I like the firm and I couldn' t see myself having to politic myself back onto the good partner committees even coming in as partner at a different firm. Right now, the tax department is literally Justin and me. I will make sure he is made partner within two years tops. The hiring committee also does recommendations for partners at my firm so I will have a key vote and Linda loves him to death already.
Geoffrey recovers his _c_o_c_k_y attitude and begins to argue with me. "Look, there is no way I'm having any more faggots in this office, you keep picking them. Your whole tax group was all faggots."
I cut him off, "Shut up, now! Firstly you narrow minded _f_u_c_k_ head," Persuasion with words was out the window at this point. "My division was not faggots, or gay people or anything, they were some of the best associates we had at this whole firm ask anyone other than yourself. The fact is each of them got great jobs elsewhere thanks to my letters of recommendation and two of them have made partner in just a year. "
"Quite honestly," I continue, "I've had it up to here," I indicate above my head, "with your attitude towards me, your fellow partners, and most especially the whole world which you view as one big playground for your rich ass to romp around in."
He looks at me stunned.
"If you don't want a jail to be your home for the next few years, come by my apartment tonight **by** 9 pm at the latest and apologize to me."
I leave the office.
When we get home Justin heads to the bedroom to shed his work clothes for his house jockstrap. We kiss and I tell him about Geoffrey. He gets angry, and he reminds me how Geoffrey had promised. I point out that promises don't mean much, but that I thought Geoffrey might stop by tonight to apologize for his language since without a lot of clever lawyering he was on a sure path for the big house.
Justin hadn't been shown those files but after I explain the case and the discrepancy in the tax code as adopted vs. the inf ormation in the booklet and what Geoffrey did, he realizes that Geoffrey's ass is in prison without skilled help. He smiles broadly at the thought. I slap his ass lightly to remind him not to take pleasure in another's misery, and then we eat dinner with a pleasant discussion of world events and President Clintoid's latest scandals.
When the house phone rings at 8:30, while Justin and I were curled in bed reading the _Tales of the City_ aloud to each other, I'm not entirely surprised. I suggest to Justin that he remain out of sight throughout he nods and heads for a nice long jacuzzi.
Geoffrey comes up to my apartment. He hasn't been in it since I had a house warming a couple years ago. He is dressed in a suit and tie still, snooty 24 hours a day. It is hard to tell if he feels apologetic, but the words don't sound it. He looks to the floor and pooh-pahs an apology. I shake my head, no go. And take him firmly by the arm towards my dungeon b edroom. He doesn't exactly come unwillingly, but he doesn't exactly come willingly.
He seems intrigued by my plans and yet terrified I might use him as jail bait.
I shut the door to the dungeon bedroom behind me and lock it. Upon hearing the bolt lock he turns and looks at me wild with a certain type of terror. I smile back and let him take in the room.
The spanking horse is prominently in the room along with a large assortment of restraints, spanking implements, dildos, leather products, video cameras and monitors. He stares at me terrified.
"What are you going to do to me? Let me go!"
"Jeffie," I say, "I told you to come to my apartment if you wanted to apologize and not have me embarrass you in front of the partners."
"I apologized man, what the _f_u_c_k_ is wrong with you faggot."
I slap his face.
He is taken completely aback.
"Get undressed you piece of _s_h_i_t_," I order.
He looks at me terrified, ready both to flee, attack and perhaps also pis s in his pants at the same moment. His body resolves its mind and I see his pants turn dark to indicate wetness.
I pounce, "little baby pee-ed his pants," I tease.
He covers his face in embarrassment. I pull him to me and take his suit jacket, tie, and shirt off. Underneath his lanky body is smooth supple skin. I remove his belt and drop his pants and underwear, boxers, to the ground.
"Strip," I remind him. He steps out of his pants terrified of me.
My dungeon is wired for video recording, there are 4 cameras I have mounted and a handy belt clip remote that selects between them. I walk to the control box and insert a tape while turning up the lights. Geoffrey puts his hands over his crotch realizing that I've got him on the monitors that are mounted around the four corners.
I've only had the video capabilities for a year now, but in that time, I've produced many beautiful documentaries, :), of butt blistering experien ces.
This one is definitely a keeper.
I walk back to Geoffrey and remove his hands from his crotch, he resists slightly but I'm stronger and he is terrified.
I show him off to the camera and zoom and pan across his naked body.
He tried to break free and I flexicuff his wrists together behind his back to make controlling him easier.
I focus in on his face and zoom close. I whisper in his ear that I'm going to spank his bad attitude right out of his system. He *gasps* beautifully for the camera and protests like it was scripted. I pull the camera out and show his _c_o_c_k_ hardening. Fear can do that you know...
I ask him if he is sorry for insulting me. Even in this situation, knowing that I am about to defile him he shakes his head and curses me out.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull him over my lap.
After adjusting the cameras to be able to give me face shots and a good shot of the butt I begin to kneed his ass cheeks and toy with his _f_u_c_k_hole.
The stream of curse words and anti-gay epithets that pours from his mouth was unbelievable.
The first slap of my hand cut them off as he gasped in surprise that anyone would hit him.
**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**
I work my hand across his butt leaving firm marks. I work my hand a different speeds and pause to keep him off guard.
**SLAP SLAP S L A P SLAP SLAP**
I work his hot ass for a while till it is a pleasant pink and he is cursing but also complaining enough that I know my point is starting to seep in.
After switching to the face shot, and giving him a few more spanks for the effect of seeing his face as my hand hits his butt, I stop for a bit.
"You better let me go, you god _d_a_m_n_ faggot, I'll tell the office what you did to me, you _f_u_c_k_er..." he continues complaining.
I pick up a wood backed old fashioned hair brush I leave under the bed by pushing him forward slightly and ben ding to grab it.
He weasels out of my grasp but doesn't get far and I grab him and begin striking his ass with the brush in the middle of the room before I manage to drag his sorry ass over my lap on the edge of the bed again.
The hairbrush produces more of a pain response in him and he starts to yelp with the strokes.
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
I work both bristle and hard wood sides of the brush on his ass cheeks violently working him over.
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
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**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
**SWAT SWAT SWAT**
I keep the brush moving over his ass violently till I've reduced him to tears. I capture them carefully on the videotape as I keep working him. For the first time tonight no excuses are springing forth, just tears of pain.
I let him stand up after the 100th swat with the brush, his ass sore.
I move some pillows into the center of the bed and tell him to lay over them. He does.
I've always found it amazing how just asserting control over someone in gradual steps can enable you to get to a result like using a belt on their ass that they would never have said yes to if asked directly.
I fold **his** belt in half and place one of my hands on top of his restrained wrists to keep his back pinned down to the bed.
**CRACK**
I belt him violently. His body bucks wildly in pain and he screams.
The camera catches it all.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
I beat him now like he has been begging for ever since he started his tirade against my tax department.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
I lose track of the count as I begin to get caught up in his pleas for mercy, the redness of his ass, and his bucking body all trying to evade suffering for his bad behavior.
After what must have been 50 strokes, I stop and stand him up in the window.
I work the cameras across his body. I can't masturbate now, this tape has plans.
I have him turn around and apologize to me and the firm for everything he did.
He is crying like a baby now and reveals all of his tax schemes, tax department schemes, what he did about Justin, and a couple of other juicy tidbits.
I smile and stop the recording.
I pull out a consent form for the release of the tape and an agreement that the entire spanking was requested, he looks at me as if to say _f_u_c_k_ you, and then signs the waiver and consent forms.
I take the tape and signed consents out of the room along with his clothing and lock the door behind me. I cut the flexicuff and leave him to spend the night.
I go back to Justin who is out of the tub and under the covers sleeping. I nudge him awake and give him his bedtime spanking. Then we make out, I finally release the huge load I wanted to fill Geoffrey with into Justin's hot mouth. We collapse asleep, the tape besides me.
In the morning, I have Justin stay in the bedroom when I bring Geoffrey back his clothing at 5 AM and send him out. He glowers at me but doesn't say a word. I offer that my spanking services are always available for no charge. That produces a mumbled curse and I slap his sore ass firmly as he heads into the elevator.
I duplicate the tape and signed statement and drop them at my safe-deposit box before heading to the hiring meeting. Linda looks surprised that I'm late, but I have a videotape in hand and Geoffrey who had a smug look on his face suddenly frowns.
I notice he is sitting on a butt cushion thing and Linda whispers to me about it. But, I know why it is really there.
Linda, the chair, brings up Justin's hiring as a senior associate on a 2 year partnership track and I as the most junior on the committee place my "yes" vote. Linda follows and Geoffrey is all that is left. I toy with the tape in my hand as Geoffrey contemplates an answer. He wonders if I would show it, I would I look back.
He votes yes.
After concluding our business, Linda asks whats on the tape, Geoffrey looks petrified. Something for the partner's meeting I say. Geoffrey gasps audibly.
Linda and I head for lunch, we take Justin along to celebrate, Geoffrey declines to come.
I make sure to visibly carry the tape with me to lunch.
Geoffrey takes his place as chair of the partner meeting and announces Justin's hiring recommendation. As expected the partners rubber stamp our decision.
Each of us then goes around the table talking about current cases. When my turn arrives, I toy with the videotape in my hand and explain that what I would like to present has less to do with my cases then the conduct of a particular partner. Geoffrey interrupts the meeting and suggests a break to conv erse with me as this is not on the schedule.
I walk to my office and wait for him to come, the partners all sit at the table, I take the tape.
Geoffrey, perhaps for the first time in his life, realizes he isn't in control of the situation. He looks at me and asks what I plan to show them. I ask him, what he plans to tell them and he looks quizzically at me. I explain that I plan to show his confession unless he would prefer to tell them about the contents.
I walk out of the office and back to the conference room. I'm walking dangerously close to blackmail here, but I'm not looking for money, and this is so embarrassing to have shown that I doubt anyone would press the charge.
Geoffrey returns to the conference room and apologizes for the delay. He explains that the contents of the tape I am holding contain a taped confession to tax evasion that he gave to me the other night and that given the contents of the tape it would be best for him to remove himself from ma naging firm affairs -- at least until the whole tax situation blows over.
I nod and explain that, I think we have a good chance of getting him plea bargained down to civil sanctions only which will not result in disbarment. The partners nod in agreement and ask him to withdraw from **all** firm activities till the suit is settled, with pay.
A unanimous vote, he leaves, I grab him on the way out and ask to see him before he goes, he nods.
After he leaves the conference room, a sense of cheer fills the air.
I had done what they all wanted to do but were afraid of because of his name, I had unseated him. We quickly selected Robin Black as our new chair and she also joined the hiring committee. The meeting only lasted a few more minutes because none of Geoffrey's crazy proposals needed to be debated and presented.
The other partners streamed home, I went to Geoffrey's office. He wasn't there. I went to mine to pick up my briefc ase before leaving, and to my surprise he was there naked, bent over my desk.
My _c_o_c_k_ throbbed inside my pants.
I shut the door and locked it.
I walked up and rubbed my groin against his bared, still sore ass, I pulled my pants down and rubbed my hard throbbing _c_o_c_k_ against his hot cheeks.
"_f_u_c_k_ me," he says clearly.
I do.
My throbbing 8" tool rams into his _f_u_c_k_hole which is well exposed and I begin to slam my body against his sore ass _f_u_c_k_ing him through. He winces as I slam inwards touching his sore cheeks and after my pace steadies he relaxes into the pain and pleasure of it. Before I come close to shooting I feel him orgasm underneath me and it is not long after that till I fill him with my hot juices.
I leave for home without a word.
This story is completely fictional and is an outgrowth of my own fascination with spanking. I find spanking so erotic because it is such a release and such a power t rip. After I've had an erotic spanking session with someone I find myself so relaxed and at peace.
Let me know what you think of this story by writing me at the e-mail address at the of the story. I've gotten a number of very positive responses to the original "Spanking Party" story I wrote and continue to receive them. As a result I've written more. Continued feedback means continued stories. Suggestions for the characters welcome.