The first time I noticed him at the grocery store, I couldn't help but admire how pleasant he was to customers. Coming from the Detroit metro area, pleasant and friendly wasn't something I was used to seeing in store clerks. He was also very nice looking and I made a point to go through his lane whenever I did my shopping. Over time I actually got to know him slightly and learned that his name was Brian.
I'd stand in line patiently waiting as he took care of other customers and discreet check out his slight frame. I suppose that the thing I liked most about him were his eyes. They were light brown, big, and very _s_e_x_y. Real bedroom eyes. It was all I could do to keep from staring at him while I waited in line. Of course, I had to be careful with being discovered since he never gave any indication that he was interested in other guy's.
He was about five foot seven and weighed in the area of one hundred and thirty pounds. His narrow hips and delicate thin fingers matched his small wiry frame and were topped by ahead of medium length dark brown hair. I loved the graceful way he'd brush the straight hair off his forehead and out of his eye's.
Listening to conversations he had with other people I learned that he was nineteen years old and was planning to attend a local college in the fall. I would never have guessed he was that old. His small frame gave him the appearance of being much younger. In fact, when I first saw him I had been surprised that the store would actually hire someone so young. However, I felt a little less guilty about my interest in him once I learned he was of age.
One day, as he was helping me with my groceries, he made a rather snotty comment about having to be at work. It surprised me. I'd never heard him say anything like it before. He must have sensed my reaction and quickly said, "Sorry, I guess I'm really in a bad mood today."
I just smiled back at him and said, "That's OK, it's nothing that a good spanking wouldn't cure."
Brian just looked at me, his mouth gaping and eyes' widening in surprise at my comment. "I'm not normally like this," he said, a little sheepishly.
"I know," I said.
He finished my transaction quickly without saying anything more. I did notice, however, the slight red color race across his face in embarrassment. After that, eye contact between us was nonexistent. He even looked away from me while handing my change back to me. The entire incident amused me. Especially his reaction to my comment about the spanking. I've always been fascinated by corporal punishment and wouldn't hesitate to put him over my knee, given the chance. Actually, I would have enjoyed it immensely. But, he didn't seem to share my enthusiasm for it and I let the subject drop.
For some unknown reason, I didn't see him for the next few weeks and figured that he quit or something. Then one afternoon I looked up and there he was standing behind the register like always. When my turn came, he smiled and asked, "You're the guy that thinks I need a spanking aren't you?"
"Something like that," I said, making sure to flash a wide grin back at him.
"My Dad used to say the same thing before he died," the boy said. "Maybe I do."
"Let me know if I can help you with it," I teased, with a wink of an eye. "I'd be happy to take care of it for you."
The boy just laughed and then said, "Sure, you bet."
"Promise?" I asked.
"Cross my heart!" he giggled.
After that moment our relationship changed significantly. Every time I would be in the store he'd tease me about needing discipline. One time he introduced me to a girl working with him as "the guy who wants to spank me." I couldn't let that go and said, "actually, I'm just the guy who thinks he needs a spanking." Our entire friendship (if that is what you'd call it) revolved around talk of him being spanked.
I never took the talk between us seriously. It was nothing more than casual banter between two guy's. However, I will admit that he certainly provided more than enough fodder to fill my fantasies. After all, he was a cute little thing and had a very spankable butt. Making believe and teasing was OK, I thought, although I never really expected it to become a reality.
Normally, I shop for groceries every Saturday afternoon. This Saturday, I hadn't noticed the boy at the check out or anywhere else in the store. Later, in the parking lot, I busied myself loading my purchases into the trunk of my car. From behind me I heard a voice say, "How are you doing today?"
Swinging around, I saw him standing a few feet from me sporting this mischievous little grin. "I'm doing great," I said, smiling back at him. "How about you?"
"Terrific," he said. "I didn't have to work today."
"That's nice," I said. "If you're not working, why are you here?"
"Waiting for you," he said flatly.
"For me?" I said, surprised. "Why would you be waiting for me?"
"You want an honest answer?" he asked, looking into my eyes.
"Yeah," I said. "That would be nice."
"Well, I've been giving some thought to what we've talked about and I think you're right," he said.
"Right . . . about what?" I asked, still in the dark.
"About needing . . . ah . . . a spanking," he said, looking around to see if anyone was within hearing distance. His face instantly turning a bright red.
"You've been waiting here just to tell me that?" I asked.
"You told me to tell you if I ever needed your help," he said, looking down at the ground.
Usually I'm not that dense, really. But, I finally understood what the kid was saying to me. "Are you asking me to spank you?" I blurted out.
"Yeah," he answered sheepishly. "I guess I really do need one."
"Whoa, wait a minute," I said. "I was just teasing you."
"I don't believe that," he said. "I've seen how you look at my ass."
"Wait a second, Brian," I said. "I'll admit that I've thought about it, but, thinking about it and actually doing it is something else entirely."
"I understand that," he argued. "I've thought about it too, now I want to do it."
There we were, standing in the parking lot of the grocery store having this conversation about his spanking. People walking past were looking at us rather strangely and I became very uncomfortable thinking we had been overheard. We needed to end the conversation or quickly move it to a more private location.
"Look," I said. "We can't stay here and talk about this. People might hear us."
"I can come to your house," he suggested.
"Well we certainly can't stay here," I said. "Do you have a car?"
"No," he said, shaking his head.
"OK," I said. "Get in, you can ride with me."
I quickly finished loading the groceries into my car and then slid behind the driver's seat. Within seconds we were heading north toward my home. My mind was spinning at what had just transpired. I'm really not used to people coming up to me and asking for a spanking. Of course, I've topped my share of guys', but it was usually a result of a personal ad or a mutual acquaintance. They just didn't come up to me unannounced and ask me to do it. How do you handle something like this without ending up regretting your actions? One thing for certain, if he wanted it, I'd do it for him.
Ending the uneasy silence between us, I said, "I live a few blocks from here."
"That's OK," he said. "I'm in no hurry."
Pulling the car into the garage and closing the door behind us, I said, "How about helping me carry the groceries inside and once I've got them put away we can talk, OK?"
"Sure," he answered with a toothy grin. "No problem."
He helped me make several trips to the garage to unload my groceries and once they were all in the house I silently busied myself with putting them away. Now and again I'd take a fast look at him, wondering what was going through his mind. Nothing in his expression led me to believe he was nervous or scared to be here. In fact, he seemed to be quite happy to be standing in my kitchen.
"So," I said, putting the last item in the cupboard. "Why me?"
"Huh?" he said, not sure what I was asking.
"Why did you pick me to ask for a spanking?" I probed.
"You were the only person that ever said anything about doing it to me, I guess," he explained. "You and my dad were the only people to say I needed one, so it was only natural that I'd ask you since he isn't around anymore."
"OK that makes sense," I said. "Do you actually think you need a spanking?"
"Oh yeah," he said, shaking his head. "At least my Mom sure does."
"Why's that?" I asked
"She thinks my attitude sucks," he explained. "I've been in this really bad mood lately and I guess I've said some pretty unkind things to her."
"And you think a spanking would change your attitude?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "My Mom says that it always did before when I was little."
"Why doesn't she spank you then?" I probed.
"She's never hit me," he said. "My Dad was the disciplinarian in the family."
"I see," I said, "She won't do it and yet, you still need it."
"That's about it," he said. "I've never done anything like this before, but I really would like you to spank me like my Dad did when he was still alive."
"Well," I began. "If I agree to do it, and I haven't as yet, I would do it the way I think it needed to be done." "I can tell you that I'd use a wood paddle on your bare ass and I wouldn't stop until I thought you've had enough - no matter how much you beg me to stop."
He flashed me a wide grin and said, "That's just how my Dad did it."
"When would you like this to occur?" I asked, wanting to know for certain.
"Right now would be fine," he answered. "Understand, I really don't want a spanking, but If I'm going to get one, I'd rather get it over with quick and not string it out."
"I guess I understand that," I agreed.
"So, you going to do it?" he asked, his eye's widening.
"I think so," I said. "Follow me."
I turned and headed for my bedroom. He was close behind. Once there, I closed the door and faced him. "Take your clothes off," I ordered. "I want you naked."
"Yes sir," he answered, his voice almost inaudible.
I went to the closet to get my paddle. My excitement found its way to my privates and I started getting hard as my hand felt the familiar wood handle. This boy was going to get what he asked for and I was going to enjoy every moment of it. In spite of my experience with spanking, I'd never actually given anyone a "real" spanking. Most of the time all my partners wanted were a few medium hard swats and a lot of fantasy to go with it. This time, I would actually be giving a punishment spanking that was meant to hurt and hurt bad!
Paddle in hand, I turned to look at the boy who would soon be across my knee's. He already had his shirt off, revealing a thin physique. In spite of his thin frame, his chest was fairly well defined showing the results of many hours in the pool. The boy was a real looker. My _c_o_c_k_ throbbed under the dense material of my jeans as I watched his graceful movements.
He kicked his shoes off and pushed them out of the way before reaching hesitantly to unhook his belt. I sensed his nervousness and almost felt sorry for him as he slowly slid his pants from his hips letting them fall in a heap at his feet. A very nice sized lump formed in the front of his briefs and I could actually make out where the head of his soft _c_o_c_k_ was under the white cotton. He glanced up at me and I saw a faint red color spread quickly across his face as he slowly pushed his briefs to the floor.
Standing completely exposed before me, he said, "I'm ready."
I took a deep breath and took his beauty in completely. He was stunning. His small frame supporting a swimmers build. Almost hairless, except for the area just above a nicely sized soft _c_o_c_k_.
"Before we begin," I said. "I have to ask, are you straight, gay, or what?"
Instantly his face turned a bright shade of red. "I....uh....I like....boy's, I don't have much experience though."
"That's OK," I smiled. "I like boy's too."
He just looked at me not knowing what to say.
"Well," I said. "I guess we might as well get this started." "Come here."
Without hesitation he walked to me and stood waiting for instructions. I took his arm and gently motioned for him to lay across my lap. For the first time I saw fear in his eye's.
"Comfortable?" I asked.
"Yes Sir." he said, sounding a little scared.
"This won't last long," I explained. "But, I'm sure it will do you a world of good."
Lightly tapping his left butt cheek with the paddle, I said, "Here goes."
Raising the paddle up over my head, I immediately forced it down onto his exposed skin.
WHACK!
The boy's body tensed as he felt the result of the first blow.
WHAP! WHAP! WHACK! WHAP!
The boy's head came up off the floor as he arched his spine in response to the pain in his back side. But, he made no sound what so ever as I continued the fast paced assault on his reddening butt.
WHACK! WHACK! WHAP!
"Owwwww"
WHACK! WHAP!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
He was feeling it now! His legs were spasmodically pumping up and down keeping perfect time with the swats being delivered painfully to his upturned ass. Yelling loudly in protest of the paddle's hard lesson, he began pleading for me to stop, insisting that he would be good from then on.
After fifteen more swats, I abruptly stopped and let the boy cry it out still draped over my knee. He'd gotten what he asked for and sobbed quietly. I gently massaged the angry red skin on both cheeks, softly telling him that it was over and that I was proud of him. After he composed himself, I helped him stand and told him to get dressed.
"I'll be in the kitchen when you're finished," I said, leaving him to dress in private.
A few minutes later he appeared in the doorway looking like a recently disciplined boy. Face all red and blotchy, eye's downcast, both hands rubbing a very sore behind. I casually handed him a tissue and said, "Here, you might want this."
"Thanks," he said quietly, still sniffling.
"You took that pretty well," I said, trying to ease the moment.
"It hurt like hell!" he complained, fighting back more tears.
Laughing, I said, "I suppose it did, spankings can be painful."
"Well it was," he said.
"The real question," I said. "Is wether it got results."
"If it didn't," he said, a little smile coming to his face. "I'll be back."