Ted and I moved in together six months after we met. It was a perfect relationship. We could read each other like a book.
We both have huge jobs; Ted's a lawyer, I'm a geologist. We have a house that's ten times bigger than what we need and a place in the country. It's nice to go to the country house, but we haven't had the time lately. I have been buried in work and it was one of those times when things weren't going well. My anxiety level was through the roof and for the last month I knew I'd been stressed and downright rude to Ted. Hey, if you can't take it out on your partner, who can you take it out on?
That evening, Ted's car was parked on my side of the driveway. It was sort of the last straw. I came into the house slamming doors and grumbling.
"Bad hair day?" Ted asked with a smile.
"_f_u_c_k_ you," I replied. I looked through the mail.
"Who put a burr up your ass?" he asked, sourly.
"I had a bad day at work. And your car is on my side of the driveway," I retorted.
"Uh huh," he said. He made a Martini in silence, looked through the mail and took his pile with him to the study. I stood at the kitchen counter and fumed. I thought about going in to apologize, but heard him talking on the phone.
"I've had enough," he said, returning to the kitchen. "I made an appointment for you with Dr. Gregson."
"You bastard," I snorted.
"You've got twenty minutes to make it."
"I'm NOT going to see . . ."
He cut me off, pointed toward the door and said, "MOVE!"
I picked up my keys, gave him a pissed-off look and slammed the door as I left.
We didn't know what the guy's real name was. But we jokingly called him "Dr. Gregson," like he was a therapist or something. Ted had used him for years before we met when things were getting out of control for him. Said it centered him. I'd seen him two or three times myself since Ted and I moved in together. 'What the hell,' I thought, accelerating onto the freeway.
As I started to ring the bell the door opened. A hot 20-year-old in jeans and sweatshirt walked out. Blond. Good looking. His eyes were misty as he caught my glance. I couldn't help but smile at him. He dropped his head quickly and started down the walk, gingerly rubbing his bottom. _s_h_i_t_. That will be in about half an hour.
I made my way upstairs to the study. "Cute kid," I said, greeting Dr. Gregson who was sitting at his big desk.
"A sophomore at the University," he said simply. "His dad sent him. He'll be here every night until he gets his term paper done."
"Ouch," I replied, and began taking off my suit.
"So, Ted tells me you need your clock reset."
I laughed and stepped out of my trousers. It felt good to laugh. I bent over his desk.
"Nope," he said. "Shorts too." I groaned, slid them down my legs. It felt great when my long dong and pendulous balls were free of the briefs. I bent back over with my forearms resting on the desk.
"No sense in waiting, is there?"
"No, Sir," I said.
"Strap, paddle, hand and a quick surprise," he said in a matter of fact manner. I groaned in nervous anticipation. He pulled a strap from a drawer in his desk and walked around behind me.
Apparently I wasn't positioned to his satisfaction. His large hand wrapped around my low-hangers, thumb against my quivering anus, and he guided me to precisely where he wanted my butt. "Twenty-five with his. Twenty-five with the paddle."
"Oh, man!" I protested.
"One more word and you'll get fifty with each."
"Twenty-five, SIR! Twenty-five is fine! Sorry, Sir."
His left hand pressed down on the small of my back, just above my crack. My butt jutted up a little more. He drew the strap back with his right hand: WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
The licks stung, but they weren't impossible to take. He was only warming me up.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK! The second set were harder and I started to groan.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK! The fire he was laying into my muscular globes suddenly made we aware of my nakedness. I knew he could see my _c_o_c_k_ and balls bounce between my legs with each stroke.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK! I squirmed from side to side trying to accommodate the awful sting of the strap. "_s_h_i_t_! Sir! That hurts!" I realized I was breathing heavily as he waited between sets.
He switched sides and used the strap backhanded on my offered butt. WHACK! _d_a_m_n_! He can hit much harder backhanded. WHACK! I wanted to get up. To get out. WHACK! I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. WHACK! WHACK! OUCH! The last two caught my right cheek and curled into my crack. My eyes popped open wide. "_d_a_m_n_, SIR!" I hollered. He chuckled softly.
He left me bent over and panting as he stepped back behind his desk. A wooden paddle with three row of holes drilled into it was produced from a drawer. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead when I saw it.
Using my dangling balls as a handle, he pulled me back from the desk toward the middle of the room. I took quick baby steps backwards until he had me where he wanted me. He popped the paddle against his thigh. I cringed. "Assume the position. Hands on your knees," he said. I obeyed, shivering. "Count," he ordered, drawing the dreaded paddle back.
THWACK! "One, SIR! It was a solid, well-placed, hard swat. The initial sting quickly subsided and the dull deep-muscle ache replaced it immediately. The swats began blistering my naked bottom at a steady pace. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I counted and thanked him in a voice that was rising in pitch and volume with each swat. At ten, I thought he might give me a breather.
No such luck. THWACK! THWACK! Tears stung my eyes. Obediently, I kept count. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I wanted to sob from the burning pain. THWACK! "Twenty-three, SIR!" THWACK! "Twenty-four, SIR!" I choked out, gasping for breath. He paused a moment and then laid in a paddle stroke that made me he literally holler. "Oh, God_d_a_m_n_! Twenty-FIVE, Sir!" My whole body was quivering and shaking. I wanted to rub my ass, but knew I couldn't unless he gave me permission. He left the room with me bent over, shaking, whimpering, tears rolling down my face, my chest heaving, and my red, ravaged upturned bottom on display.
I jumped when he came back in and gently ran his palm over my blazing buttcheeks. "Not bad," he said, "Needs a few finishing touches." I was too scared to protest. He sat in a chair and ordered me over his knees. Quivering, I stretched across his lap, my half hard _c_o_c_k_ and balls hanging between his thighs. He started hand spanking my tender behind. The spanks were quick and stinging. He began covering every square inch of my aching ass: top to bottom, side to side, even spread my cheeks and reddened the entire length of my crack. I was bucking, squirming, bouncing all over his lap, but he kept up the blistering discipline.
Then it came out of nowhere. The spanking continued and I began bawling. Real tears. Loud sobs. It gushed out of my throat and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Somewhere, back there, he continued swatting my bare behind. I kicked. I yelled. I screamed. And I cried. My bottom was a raging inferno and still he kept the swats raining down hard and hot.
When he finally stopped, I clinched my cheeks in fear of more flaming swats. Then, when none were forthcoming, my six-foot-one-inch frame collapsed over his lap. I was deflated. Defeated. And sobbing.
Sooner or later, I got myself under control and started to get up off of his lap. "Not yet," he said. I raised up to look over my shoulder. He kicked my legs apart, spreading my rump and exposing my manhole. "One more thing." In his right hand he held a short-handled riding crop with a menacing leather tab on the end.
"We don't have to do that, Sir," I said quickly, hopefully.
"Yes. We do. I know something you don't. Now, spread." Humiliated, I slowly spread my legs wide to obey.
I was already whimpering before the tab snapped sharply against my pink pucker. POP! I sucked in all the air I could to try to manage the pain. POP! The air was forced out of my lungs. "One more," he said. POP! Pain shot through my body, my balls pulled up tight in their sack, and my _c_o_c_k_ twitched and lengthened.
He stood me up, _c_o_c_k_ rigid and swinging from side to side. He mussed my hair and smiled. I wiped the sweat from my face and the tears from my eyes. "Now, get your ass home. No stopping."
"Yes, Sir." He stayed to watch as I bent over and pulled on my briefs before he left the room. When I was dressed, I let myself out. My stinging, sore butt could barely stand it as I sat down on the car seat. I drove home in a daze.
When I arrived at the house, the driveway was empty. Wearily, I gingerly walked inside. There was a big muscle studboy leafing through a magazine in the living room.
"Carl?"
"Upstairs," he said flatly. "Strip."
I couldn't believe it, but I was too tired to argue. I climbed the stairs slowly, my flaming ass hurting all the way. I took my clothes off and bent over in the bedroom like I was told and waited for Carl. Carl was a 6-foot-three mountain of hardbody smooth muscle. Ted and I used him from time to time to spice up our _s_e_x_ life. Mostly as a hot studbottom to dominate, but sometimes, when we really needed to be _f_u_c_k_ed, we used him for that too. He was a truck driver for a commercial package delivery service. Emphasis on the service; wink, wink.
He stripped off his tan jump suit, leaving his work boots on, when he entered the room. He took one look at my flaming bottom and said, "_d_a_m_n_, Boy! Ted's giving you the works tonight!" I could only grunt in reply.
He tapped me on my inner thigh and I automatically spread my legs for him. Soon, a huge lubed finger was spreading the goo around the outside of my manhole, which Dr. Gregson has exquisitely sensitized a half hour before with the riding crop. "OOOH, OOOH, OOOH!," I moaned as his big finger gently slid into my chute. My dangling dong sprang to life when he found my spot and started rubbing back and forth over it. My _c_o_c_k_ started leaking and became a rigid pole snapping against my stomach when Carl's second digit entered me. I couldn't take it. I started sweating and breathing hard. "_f_u_c_k_ me! _f_u_c_k_ me!" I yelled.
His huge muscled arm curled around my waist and he me picked up, legs dangling, and placed me on the bed on all fours, ass hanging over the side. "Carl! Carl! Please! On my back. I want my legs over your shoulders," I panted, lust crazed. I shrieked when his big open palm popped my spanked fanny. That was his answer. I tried to settle down. My _c_o_c_k_ was leaking and jerking all on its own.
I heard the condom snap into place over his thick monster tool. I was clawing at the bedspread when I felt the heat from his _c_o_c_k_ press up against my rosebud. "Deep breath," he said, as he slid his long wide pole in one solid shove all the way up. I sucked in and immediately exhaled, eyes wide, as my rump adjusted to the pole he had invaded me with. I was whimpering and trying to stay still as I got used to the size of the thing.
He slowly pulled back until just the head was left inside my gripping ass-ring. Then he began long, smooth, slow strokes. He was driving me crazy. Every time the wide, massive head passed over my prostate, I yelped in joyous agony. His huge hands grabbed each side of my waist and he thrust his hips forward and began pile-driving me. I was screaming in bliss, yelling "_f_u_c_k_ me, Stud! Harder. Faster!" And no one could do that like Carl. He drilled me like a West Texas oil rig on amphetamines. I was tossing my head back and forth, bucking back onto his invading pole and yelling at the top of my lungs.
I needed to cum bad. My mind was fogged with energy and lust. Somehow through the _s_e_x_-crazed haze I head Ted come into the room. He looked at Carl. Carl said, "You've got about 10 seconds!" Ted got on his back and slid under me. Soon his warm, wet, talented mouth was around my pole. As Carl drilled, my _c_o_c_k_ went back and forth into Ted's mouth.
I didn't last the whole ten seconds. With Carl banging my whipped ass and Ted receiving my piston-driving _c_o_c_k_ I exploded like I never have before. I bucked into Carl's massive tool and shot ropes and ropes of cum down Ted's throat. I was dizzy and saw stars.
When I came to some time during the night, I was spooned up against Ted's warm, naked body. I felt energized and dreamy as I floated into consciousness. As I stirred, Ted said, "welcome back. You'll be a new man in the morning."
I purred into his ear. "Thanks, I needed that."
"I know."
Like I said, we can read each other like a book.