This story is about 2 adult men engaging in the fun consenting act of spanking. Hope you have fun reading it. M. P.
It was the middle of our college basketball season. I had been following our team with complete detail and interest. I was the truest fanatic of the game. I had all the stats, knew the guys personally, had partied with allot of them. I was loyal as an old trusted dog. My roommate Brad was also a big follower of the game, and he was from the college across town. Brad and I had a friendly discussion about our teams and who was better. There was a game the following week that pitted our teams against each other. So I placed a bet with Brad and said that whoever' team wins, the loser gets a good spanking with our paddle. Brad was skeptical about my bid proposal, but I chided him as being a chicken _s_h_i_t_ woose, and a lightweight pansy, and the other fun things you could say to a reluctant buddy. Well, after much persuasion, he went along with the bet. I said "cool".
Next week came by, I was ready. Wearing my college T-shirt proudly and a pair of cotton cargo pants. My buddy Brad wore his school t shirt and warm-up pants. I got to say that Brad looked great in those pants too. The crotch area was nicely shaped. Anyway, we arrived at the basketball court at my college. Both teams were ready for some great basketball and so was I . I just kept thinking how much fun it would be to spank my roomys' but in those thin warm-up pants. I knew he just wore a jock under them. So the thin nylon was all that was cover that gorgeous ass of his.
The game started. My team ran away with an early lead. My team was ahead by 15 points. By the second quarter, 25 points. I thought I had this in the bag, and Brads ass was all mine. The third quarter came up, and Brads team switched gears, and they closed the gap by 15 points with some great steals, 3 pointers and some great foul drawing from my team. Now it was down to 3 points in my teams favor. Oh man!! My team was in trouble. Then in the 4th quarter it was tied. 2 points here, 2 point there. A 3 pointer from my team. Whew! I thought. Then out of no where, my team fouled and it was a flagrant foul too. So that was 2 free throws and a possession too. _s_h_i_t_!! 10 seconds...5 seconds, buzzzzzzzzzzzz!! The buzzer rang, My team...LOST by 15 points. They got spanked!!
Well, Brad smiled at me, then we went back to our apartment. I tried to make light of how great the game was. Brad agreed. We were in the kitchen when he pulled the paddle off the hook. He said "okay Michael, bend over the table now". A bet is a bet he said, and now I am collecting. I was glad I was wearing my cargo pants. They had these nice patch pockets on the back with flaps, so I thought my butt would be protected pretty good.
So I bent over the table, and Brad took a full draw back, and swung that paddle square on the seat of my cargo pants, striking both my buns evenly like a pro. WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...Yeeeeoooww!!! My pants offered me no protection from his paddling assault. WHACK...SMACK..SMACK...SMACK...WHACK.....SMACK....SMACK..and he varied his hits on my cotton covered butt. Even with my cotton boxers underneath my pants, the paddle did its work well on my butt. I finally jumped up and rubbed my burning butt through my cargo pants. Brad just pushed me back down and continued his spanking of my cute cargo pants clad butt. SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...WHACK....WHACK...WHACK.... I wriggled around like a freshly caught catfish out of water trying to avoid the spanks from that mighty paddle. Brad was laying it on good and he didn't spare the force at all. I was in great pain by now and yelled at Brad, stop it you asshole...Just then, Brad put the paddle down. I thought , whew, he's done. Wrong. Brad pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, and said "Now you get an over the knee spanking for your unsportsman like conduct. Brad grabbed me around the waist and had me over his knee in a second. Before I could blink, he was spanking me with his hand so fast and hard, I thought the paddle hurt less. (Of course it didn't). My butt was raw. SMACK..SMACK..SMACK. Left cheek, then the right cheek, alternating cheeks. I thought for sure my cargo pants were on fire by now. Brad stopped only to reach for the paddle. He gave my poor beaten butt another good paddling. I was kicking and carrying on like alittle kid. My butt totally cooked up good. He gave me the last 10 licks with the paddle, and then stood me up, and spun me around and gave me another good 50 hard rapid fire spanks to my seat of my pants before saying "payment in full". He then let me go and gave me hug, and I hugged him too. Crying alittle to say the least. He rubbed the seat of my pants to take some of the burn out of my butt. He asked if I was okay, and I shook my head and said yeah. Then I asked him, are you ready to bet on another game? The next time was different. You'll see. Play-offs are coming next, and I can't wait to spank that nylon covered jock butt of his if I win. See you next time. M. P.