Continuation from my first story...
Other than in school I didn't see Scott for about a week. I still can't believe that I let him give me a spanking and even worse, how painful it had been. Once I realized how much he enjoyed giving me a spanking (by jerking off in the bathroom), I wondered if he was manipulating me? I was embarressed by what had happened in his bedroom, but I wanted it Scott to do it again.
There were so many questions that I didn't have answers for swirling around in my head:
"What if he told someone?"
"Did anyone hear me screaming?"
"What if someone had seen what had happened through the window?"
"What if his parents or my parents found out about it... what would I say?"
The pain of the spanking was gone after the first night yet, after the spanking, I had come to realize how it affected us. Not only was I was turned on by it, Scott was too.
A few days had passed and he called me. We talked about what had happened. He explained to me that it was necessary to be disciplined for what I had done. I told him that I thought I was too old to be spanked. Without hesitating, he said, "the punishment fit the crime." Great, the great scholar Socrates preaching to me.
I apologized again for copying his homework. He also said, "and don't forget that you had lied to me about it."
"Yes, I'm sorry for lying too."
"By the way, how did you do on your math test?"
"Great.... I got an 88!" I was beaming. It was my best grade of the semester and I knew that I had Scott to thank.
"Congratulations, I knew you could do it. How about coming over tomorrow? My parents and sister are going to be gone all day so we can work on our group project."
"Sure."
I was at his house around 10 and we sat down to figure out what we should do for our history project. We were studying the Revolutionary War and had decided to build a replica of the North Bridge of Minuteman National Historical Park (where the infamous "shot heard around the world").
It took most of the day, but with Scott's father's tools and scrap wood, we built a pretty good replica.
On Monday, Scott asked me if I wanted to come over his house after school today, I said, "Sure." Little did I know what he had in mind.
Once I arrived, we went into his room. Scott said, "Do you know that I received a spanking from my father yesterday because of your forgetfullness?"
"What are you talking about?"
"When we finished working on Saturday, you forgot to put my father's tools away. He found them after the rain yesterday and they had already started to rust from the rain."
"I thought you had put the tools away?"
"Why would I have put them away? You were the one using them."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get in trouble."
"In trouble?! Not only was I spanked, but I've been grounded for a week."
"I explain to your father that it was my fault."
"I tried to tell him that you left them out... but he said it was my responsibility to pick-up after us."
I told him, "Well, I'm sorry." not quite sure what else to say.
Scott looked at me, "I was spanked and grounded because of you. It's only fair that I spank you!"
Oh boy, now what do I say?
"As a matter of fact, I think that would be the obvious choice right now, don't you??"
"N-n-n-o, not really. I did apologize. I-I-I...." I protested, but to no avail.
It didn't matter what I said. Scott sat down and motioned for me to prepare myself for a spanking. "I think it's only fair that I spank you as hard as I was spanked, don't you think that's fair?"
I knew how hard his father could spank. I remembered that one time he gave Scott a spanking because we were fooling around. Scott was nearly crying hysterically after the spanking. He was still rubbing his backside the morning after the spanking.
"Look, I'll let you spank me, but no ruler this time."
"Excuse me, but you DON'T make the rules, plus I wasn't planning on using the ruler this time."
I took off my t-shirt and lowered my pants to my ankles as instructed. I walked over to Scott and laid over his knees in just my white Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs. He positioned me by pushing me forward on his lap so that my nose was nearly touching the rug. He pulled me closer to his body so that I was pressed up tight against his waist.
The first swat landed on my right cheek, hard. It stung like hell. Then he spanked the left cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He alternated from cheek to cheek. Smack! right, then Smack! left. The first couple of swats had hurt but each additional swat hurt even more than the ones before. He was covering my entire butt and it was beginning to sting pretty bad. I started squirming in his lap. I couldn't help it. It was instinctual, trying to avoid the blows. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Left , right, left, right. He was spanking me slowly, steadily and hard.
Smack! Smack! Smack! It had stopped stinging and started to burn.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
After a few minutes, however, it became more difficult to prevent myself gasping as the twitches and tremors became bounces and wriggles.
Smack! Smack! "Ow!" Smack! Smack! "Scott!" Smack! Smack! "I'm sorry!" Smack! Smack! "Please!"
Smack! Smack! "Stop, please!" I put my hand up over my underwear-clad butt. I didn't even really intend to, I just couldn't help it. He quickly grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back and continued with the painful punishment.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I was starting to tear up and the burning across my backside was agony. Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! I hung on desperately fighting the urge to cry out for some ten minutes increasingly feeling that it was no use, Scott would not be satisfied until he had me bawling. It was unbelievable that his hand alone could hurt so much! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! At length further gasps were driven from my lips as the stinging palm continued to descend and finally, my resolution broken, I greeted each smack with an anguished squeal. Smack! Smack
Finally, he stopped. I was still pressed up against him and could feel his erection. He sat there for a few moments rubbing my very sore backside as I lay there whimpering and crying. He did something he had never done before, he placed his fingers under the waist band of my briefs and lifted them up a few inches. I wasn't quite sure what to expect but I suspected he was reviewing his "handy" work. "Get up and go stand in the corner until I get back."
I got up and bent over to fix my pants which had almost entirly fallen off my legs. Scott gave me two more whacks, Smack! Smack! "Owwww!"
"I said go stand in the corner, NOW!" I left my jeans on the floor and ran to the corner in my underwear.
He left the room and headed for the bathroom. I lowered my briefs and could see my stinging butt was glowing red. It didn't have any black and blue marks like last time, but it was crimson all over. I stood there, nose to the wall, rubbing my very sore ass, and began getting an erection. The previous spankings excited me, but not until I got home. This time, I couldn't resist getting hard as rubbed my backside and fantasized what Scott was doing right now. I wanted to be in the bathroom with Scott. I had no idea why and didn't know what I would do, but I wanted to be in there. Not realizing what I was doing, I quickly exploded in my underwear and let out a quiet moan.
It wasn't too long before I heard Scott's moans too.
... to be continued.