Back in 1974, it was my last year in Jr. High School. I would turn 14, later that year, but still 13, I had a dear friend Alain who was eleven. We did everything together, discovering many youthful joys. I'm not sure who brought up the discussion on spanking, but I eventually came up with the game. At the time, it was simply two boys testing their manhood, and their trust for each other.
My friend and I discussed the idea, and one day after school, I brought the implements for our challenge. Six dice. A 4, 6, 8, 10 ,12, and 20 sided die; plus a paddle ball paddle, sans ball. I explained the rules, as well as a penalty for losing.
The rules: Roll 3 six siders, higher number wins. Then a roll on a six sider to see how you'd get it, a second six sider to determine which dice would be used to determine how many. One is swats on your pants, two on your underwear, and three on bare butt, four, five, and six, the same, but with a paddle.
Round one, I win. A roll of six, paddle to my friends bare butt. A four meaning we use the eight sider for the amount, but only a mere two shots. My young buddy stripped to his bare cheeks. I pulled him onto my lap, and gave him one stinging slap to each cheek. He left his clothes down, saying it was easier this way. Suit yourself I told him.
Round two, victory is mine again. The look on Alain's face made me think he was beginning to regret starting this play. Rolling the dice brings him 5 swats to his underwear clad bottom with the paddle. I yank him over my knee and proceed without any hesitation.
Round three. He looked like he might want to quit, as I hadn't been paddled yet. He rolled the dice one at a time, a two, another two, and a six. I was pretty confident I would win again. I rolled them individually as he'd done. A two, then another two. Hope gleamed in his eyes as a six came up. A tie. He'd been on the receiving end of seven whacks already, and wanted to roll over. I told him it was his choice, roll over, or we both take some hits. He snatched the dice and threw them quickly down, again one at a time. A one, two and a two, for a total of five. I knew I couldn't lose, so I just tossed all three at once. To my surprise, and his jubilation I rolled three ones.
At that moment the phone rang, and he excused himself to answer it. I positioned the dice so they were thus. A two, since I liked the feel of a hand on my underwear clad bottom. But since my friend was smaller, and couldn't hit as hard, I changed it to a five, a good compromise. I turned the second to a six, so that the biggest die would determine the number of butt whacks I'd get. I then set it on twenty, assuring him a bit of catch up.
He came back to inform me that his mom was going to go out after work, so we had plenty of time by ourselves. He looked confused, not sure what the look on my face meant. I was trying to look nervous and afraid, not excited as I truly was, the butterflies racing in my stomach. I made it clear to him that he would get to render twenty good slaps to my un-smacked butt. He couldn't really fit me onto his lap, due to our size difference, so I dropped my jeans, and leaned over the couch. This worked better for him, as he could get a much better swing at my ass. Twenty well planted blows later, and my friend felt more confident about continuing.
Round four. Alain threw a fifteen, me a five. I rolled a three which meant a hand spanking to a quite naked butt. He said he wanted me over his knee, despite the balancing difficulty. I rolled a six, and so the twenty. Oh man, a nineteen. I had to hang onto the table, and the couch, so that my butt was poised perfectly for my spanking. With the problem of my shifting gone, he went to work.
Now my friend and I never even considered our age difference, we were just friends. But as I caught the wicked sparkle in his eyes, I believe he was enjoying not just winning, but getting to punish the backside of an older kid.
Despite the fact that he couldn't hit with the same strength as me, having had twenty delivered to my butt already, it was sensitive to the blows.
As we prepared for the next go around, my playmate decided to call a halt, saying he could not go for an hour, which was the time limit where we agreed to stop. However, if one of us wimped out, he would get a painful penalty. All six dice rolled and added together. I pointed out that I'd received five times more than he had. He said that he was concerned for me, but I knew it was a convenient excuse to not go on. But he'd given his word to play by the rules, so he gathered up the dice and let them spill as slowly as possible from his hand. As I added them up, he rolled a three, a bare assed hand paddling. I pulled him to me, and proceeded to discharge twenty-nine hard and fast blows to his tight little butt. By the end, he was kicking and yelling for mercy. He was breathing heavily as I stopped, his butt pinkish going over to red. He stood there rubbing his bottom, totally unconcerned that he was dangling there for all to see. He looked at me, and proclaimed that he was sure he never wanted to do this again. Well, I felt bad for my friend, not wanting to do anything he'd feel mad at me for, and yet, really wanted to do this again. I asked if letting him give me a final bout of blows, would allow us to play at another time. He agreed.
I rolled a three, which meant a bare ass hand swatting, but I wanted to even things up, so he wouldn't feel cheated, and unwilling to do this again. I pointed out that I was older, and could take more punishment. Having already given in, this must have seemed an additional blow to his ego. Before he could digest this, I ran from the room, only to appear seconds later with a 4" broad leather belt his mother had hanging on her closet door.
He looked a little dubious at first, but then a malefic glint came to his eyes, as the idea of abusing my backside further, appealed to him. Well, OK he said. I patted him on the shoulder, letting him know I still respected him, especially, since I was going to let him wail on my ass again.
I stepped out of my clothing, except for my socks and tee shirt, as Alain totaled up the dice I'd thrown. Twenty eight he announced happily. He was momentarily taken aback by my erection, which I was trying to comfortably accommodate as I laid myself over the couch again. As I laid there, waiting for my ass whipping to proceed, I wondered what would happen if his mother waltzed in at that moment. My member jumped at the thought of a possible spanking by his mother.
This thought quickly vanished as the first hit blasted into my upturned rump. The kid was getting his entire upper body into his swings. After the sixth blow, I began to make small noises, to help his injured sense of pride. However, by the twelfth, the sounds coming out were quite real. By the end, I was cussing and pleading, man my butt was toasty. My friend was shocked at how much he'd gotten into it, and the raging hardon he had. That was the day, I taught him how to masturbate.
Afterwards we sat together, cooling our smoking rears on the cool white bathtub, talking about nothing, only the way young kids who are true friends can do.