Jack wasn't really a "friend." We'd been in school together since kindergarten and I just knew him a little bit. Actually, what I did know about him, I didn't particularly like. His dad was a cop. A big cop, and Jack thought he was hot _s_h_i_t_ because of it. I'd met his dad once, and he scared the hell out of me. Of course, he was threatening to beat Jack's ass at the time and I wanted no part of that. Fortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to be around his dad that much since we weren't really friends. Then came the summer before eighth grade and I really got to know Jack and his Dad a lot more than I wanted to.
The first day of summer break I found this old "go cart" at a garage sale and paid $20 for it. A go-cart is like a miniature race car. This one was powered by an old lawn mower engine that could develop about twenty miles per hour. I fell in love with it at first sight. Of course, my dad was much less enthusiastic about the whole thing, and laid down a huge list of rules about its use.
I couldn't ride it any where, except in the field by our house, and I couldn't ride it on the street. He even made me push it by hand to the field. There was a lot more rules, but the most important one was that no one else was to ride it unless my dad was home and gave his permission. Needless to say, that rule caused all the trouble for me that summer.
Like I said, I had known Jack for years. But, we never really seemed to hit it off and rarely played together. The "go-cart" changed all of that once he discovered I had it. He showed up at my house real early one morning and wanted to see it and, of course, ride it. Sure, I tried to explain that he couldn't because my dad wouldn't allow it. But, twenty five minutes later we were still arguing about him riding the _d_a_m_n_ thing.
Finally, I had enough of the argument and bluntly said, "Listen Jack, If I let you ride it without getting my dads OK, and he found out about it, I'd get my butt blistered!" For emphasis, I poked my finger into his chest. "Now, I don't much like being across my dad's knee, getting the business end of his paddle on my bare ass, and there is nothing you can say that will get me to let you ride it."
"Aw . . . Bobby," Jack pleaded. "Come on, he won't find out."
"I know he won't because you aren't riding it." I insisted.
"Please," he whined.
"OK, OK!" I said in exasperation. "I'll let you ride it."
"Great!" Jack said with a big grin.
"On one condition," I said.
"One condition?" Jack said with a confused look. "What condition?"
"Since you seem so unconcerned that I'd get a spanking if I let you ride it," I began. "You let me give you a spanking first, then I'll let you ride."
Jack just stood there for a moment not certain that he heard my condition right. Then He said, "a spanking?"
"A spanking," I said flatly. "It doesn't seem like such a good idea now does it?"
"A real spanking?" Jack asked.
"Absolutely," I answered. "The one I'd get would be real enough and its only fair that we share the risk."
"I don't know, Bobby," Jack said, after thinking it through. "I don't want a spanking."
"Now you're starting to get the idea," I managed to say without laughing. "I don't either!"
Finally, Jack left after deciding that the price to ride the go-cart was too high. I didn't see him again until he appeared after lunch a few days later. Right off the bat, he wanted to know if I had asked my dad about him riding the go-cart. "Sure," I said. "And he said you could, as long as he was there to make sure you didn't get hurt. In other words, you can't ride it until Saturday when he's here."
He stammered around for a minute, then said in a quiet tone, "Your condition still on?"
It took me a minute to understand what he was talking about and then I remembered the spanking condition I'd given him a few days before. "Yeah, its still on," I said. "I spank you first, then you can ride."
"Ok, I'll do it," Jack said. His eyes looking at the ground.
I was stunned. "You'll do what?" I asked, not believing what I heard.
"I'll take the spanking," he mumbled, looking up at me.
For a moment I just stood there, not sure what was happening. "Let me get this straight," I said. "You want me to spank your butt so you can ride the go-cart?"
"That's right," Jack answered. "You said you'd let me if I shared the risk and took a spanking first. Well, I'm willing to share the risk. Where do you want to do it?"
I was taken back by what he said. Honestly, I hadn't thought about really doing it. It was just something I said thinking he would let the issue drop. Now, I didn't know what to do. I'd never spanked anyone before and wasn't sure I wanted to.
He looked me in the eye and said, "What's the matter, Bobby. You scared?"
"I was just kidding, Jack," I insisted.
"I'm not," he replied. "I really want to ride the go-cart and if I have to take a spanking to do it, I will."
"I don't know Jack, I've never spanked anyone before," I explained. "I'm not sure what to do."
"For heavens sake, Bobby," he said, rolling his eye's. "I know you've been spanked before, and I'm sure you can figure it out."
I just stared at him.
"Beside's," he continued. "It's not that difficult. I've done it before."
"You've spanked someone before?" I asked, thinking he was making this up.
"Oh sure, lots of times," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"Lots of times?" I jeered, not believing a word he said. "Who have you spanked?"
"I spank Rodney all the time," he insisted. "And, I've gotten Larry a couple of times too."
"This is getting deep, Jack," I said. "You really had me going for a minute. I almost started to believe you."
"It's true Bobby, I swear it," he argued, crossing his chest with a finger. "If you are too chicken to do it, just say so."
"I'm not chicken," I said, defending myself.
"You'll do it then?" He asked.
"I... guess . . . so," I said, still not believing we were having this conversation.
Jack just grinned. He'd won the debate and was going to ride the go-cart. "Where can we go to do it?" He asked.
Shrugging my shoulder's, I said, "I don't know."
"Are your parents home?"
" No ones home but me," I said. "I guess we can do it inside."
Still smiling, Jack said, "Let's go,"
Jack followed me into the house. I wasn't sure where to start, or what to do, but he took over and coordinated everything. "We can do it right here," he said, pointing at a couch in the livingroom. "Go get your dad's paddle."
It surprised me when he started giving orders. I was still a little uneasy about this whole thing and it actually helped. I wouldn't have known where to start. Telling me to get the paddle, though, was something I wouldn't have done. Of course, I had first hand experience with it and knew how much it would hurt. But, he brought it up, so I went to find it.
When I came back into the living room, I almost choked. There was Jack completely naked! While I was getting the paddle, he'd taken off all his clothes. I'd never seen Jack without clothes and I was stunned. "What are you doing?"
"You said your dad spanked you on the bare ass," Jack explained. "I figured you'd want me the same way."
I just stood there with my mouth open, staring at the naked boy. For the first time, I realized that he really had a nice body. He was thin, well defined, and from what I could see, his dick was a lot bigger than mine. Of course, it wasn't hard or anything, but it was still bigger than anything I'd seen. Actually, the thing I noticed first was the small patch of blonde hair just above his _c_o_c_k_. Jack was blonde . . . all over.
He gave me the strangest look, and said, "What?"
"Uh . . . ah . . . I didn't expect you to be naked," I managed to say, still rather shocked at his appearance. Strangely enough, I felt myself getting excited and within a few seconds, it was rock hard, pushing out the front of my pants.
"Like you haven't seen a guy naked before," he giggled. "Let's get this over with."
He gave me directions to sit on the couch and then crawled over my knees. This seemed so strange to me. Here I was with a naked guy across my knees waiting to be spanked. The one thing I was really worried about, though, was my boner poking him in the ribs. I was hoping that he wouldn't notice. This whole thing was embarrassing enough without him knowing that I was hard, too. After all, how would you explain that?
Once he finished squirming around and found a comfortable position, he said, "OK, I'm ready."
I just stared at his naked butt, not knowing what to do.
"Are you going to do it or not?" He asked, craning around to look back at me.
"I feel funny," I said, breaking into a giggling fit.
"You're so stupid, Bobby," he said, full of impatience. "Go ahead and get it over with. I don't want to lay here all afternoon."
Controlling my giggles, I said, "OK, here goes."
I slowly brought the paddle up, about twelve inches in the air and slammed it down onto his left cheek.
SLAP!
He just laid there without making a sound. So, I swatted him again.
SLAP!
Again, he didn't make a sound. Other than the two round pink spots that had appeared on either side of his butt, you wouldn't know anything had happened. Jack had no reaction to the paddle at all. I still thought the whole thing was silly. However, I didn't know what else to do, so I gave him about thirty more swats with the paddle. He still didn't move or make a sound, even though his butt was now a darker shade of red. I finally said, "I guess you've had enough."
He climbed off my lap and turned to look at me. His eye's were wet and there were several wet streaks down each side of his face. Drying his face with his hand, he said, "You spank like a girl. That barely hurt."
All of a sudden, I felt hurt, or at least my male macho attitude did. From the beginning I'd thought the spanking was silly and as a result I didn't make it the real thing. Actually, I'd taken it easy on Jack because I didn't want to hurt him. Now, he was making fun of me for doing it and I was pissed. I almost felt cheated. If I could go back and do it again, I certainly wouldn't be so inclined to give him a brake. He'd REALLY get it! Unfortunately, the spanking was over and my chance of proving my masculinity was gone.
There was no other thing to do, now that the spanking was finished, except to let him ride the go-cart. I watched him dress, trying desperately to will my _c_o_c_k_ back to normal size. At least, I don't think he noticed the stiffy I'd developed as this unfolded and I wanted to keep it that way. After all, he already thought I spanked like a girl, I didn't want him to think I was a sissy too. Knowing Jack, he'd have it all over school in no time and I have to fend off an extreme amount of rabid teasing from the other kids all year. Maybe the next year as well. Keeping my errant erection hidden was the only thing I could do.
Jack rode the go-cart afterwards. Although, we did have a pretty serious argument about how long he got to do it. He seemed to think he could ride all afternoon simply because he took a spanking. I didn't. Still, he ended up riding it for almost two hours and _d_a_m_n_ near went through a gallon of gas.
I didn't see Jack for several days after that. Friday came and he was back. At first, I thought he wanted to ride the go-cart again. However, he just wanted to know if my dad had found out about him riding it the other day.
"So, did your dad find out?" He asked.
Being very relieved that he hadn't, I beamed and said, "Nope, not at all."
"Then you didn't get a spanking?" He pressed.
"No," I replied. "Sure didn't."
"I told you he wouldn't find out," Jack said. "Remember all that 'sharing the risk' stuff? I took a spanking for nothing then. You didn't have to do anything."
"Well, at least I took it easy on you," I shot back, with a wide grin. "It could have been a lot worse."
"You think it's funny?" He asked, giving me this look.
"Not really," I said, still grinning.
"Listen, asshole," he said, pointing his finger at me. "We were supposed to share the risk. But, I was the only one to get spanked. Nothing happened to you."
"So," I argued. "I could have got the same thing you did. Only mine would have been a lot worse."
"Yeah, but you didn't," he insisted. "That's not fair at all."
"Who said life was going to be fair?" I said, with the smile back.
"That's it," he hissed. "You gave me a spanking so that we each got the same thing for breaking your dads rules. The only reason I let you do it was that I thought you were going to get one too. Since you didn't, its only fair that I spank you!"
Not believing, what I thought I'd heard, I asked, "What?"
"You heard me," he said. "I get to spank you!"
"No way," I protested. "I never said that."
"I know," he said, smiling back at me. "But, its only fair. I got a spanking, you should too."
"No," I said. "Absolutely not."
"I guess there is only one thing to do then," Jack said, in this know it all tone. "I'll just have to tell your dad."
Gasping, I said, "You wouldn't do that."
"Bet me," he said. This time it was his turn to grin. Something told me he'd actually do it, too.
If Jack told my dad, I'd get a spanking for sure. It was a perfect catch twenty-two. Either I let him spank me or take one from my dad. Some choice. Of course, I had no idea what a spanking from Jack would be like. But, I certainly knew what my dad could do and I wasn't about to risk that. A spanking from Jack had to be better than one from my dad.
"I guess I have no choice," I admitted. "I'll let you do it."
Jack just stood there grinning at me for the longest time. "I'll tell you one thing," he said. "I won't be taking it easy on you. Your spanking will be nothing like the one I got from you."
My heart sunk to my shoes. Jack almost seemed to be looking forward to spanking my ass. He was grinning from ear to ear. This wasn't going to be fun at all.
"You're home all by yourself today. Aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered, knowing what was to come.
"Good," he said, motioning toward the door. "Let's go and get it over with."
Once we got inside, he started giving orders. I felt really stupid. Here I was about to be spanked by one of my school mates. If my friends ever found out about it, I'd be the laughing stock of the entire school. I was scared and I was humiliated.
"Go get the paddle, Bobby," he ordered. "And be quick about it."
I'd get the paddle. But there was no way I was going to hurry. "Screw him," I thought. "I'm not making this easy for him. I refuse to. If he's going to spank me, he'll have to really work at it."
After wasting as much time as I possibly could, I finally came back into the living room with the paddle. Again, I was taken completely by surprise by Jack being totally naked. While I was getting the paddle, he'd taken off all his clothes. The only difference this time, was the aroused state of his blonde topped _c_o_c_k_. He was standing there with a six-inch boner jutting out at a forty-five-degree angle.
"Come on, Bobby," he ordered. "Take the clothes off."
Like the last time, my _c_o_c_k_ instantly reacted. In no time at all the front of my pants were tented out in front. This time, however, I couldn't hide it from him. He would soon be seeing the whole thing uncovered. My face went bright red and I just stood there. I'd never seen anyone with a hard-on before.
"Get with it," Jack insisted. "I want your clothes off. I don't want them getting in the way."
Somehow, I forced myself to move and slowly started taking my clothes off. Having someone see me in this state was also new and I got redder than before. No matter what I tried, my stiff _c_o_c_k_ wouldn't go down. Even the impending spanking had no effect. Jack watched intently as I slid my jeans down to the floor and just stared at front of my briefs.
"I see you like being spanked," he said, still staring at my underwear
"No, I don't," I assured him, letting my underwear fall to the floor exposing my throbbing dick.
"Well, I sure like spanking other guy's," he said, pointing to his _c_o_c_k_. "See."
I'd already seen it, but I still looked. This time, he was making it jump up and down by flexing his muscles and I started laughing. It was the most bizarre thing I'd ever seen and I couldn't help myself. Of course, deep down I was a little envious. He was at least a full inch longer than me and it was a lot fatter too. All of a sudden, I felt insecure.
"That's OK," he said, still grinning. "You won't think it's funny in a little bit. Once that paddle make contact with your butt, you'll be singing a different tune."
Not only was I greatly embarrassed by being erect in front of another boy, I was now starting to get nervous about the impending discipline. A spanking was a spanking, regardless of who wielded the paddle and my ass started feeling itchy. A sensation started in my stomach that felt like I was falling. It didn't hurt really, just felt empty. Watching Jack stand there lightly tapping his hand with the paddle, got my palms sweating and my heart pounding. Every time I was about to be spanked I felt the same way.
"OK, Bobby," Jack ordered. "Get over here."
I swallowed hard and begged, "Please don't."
Jack didn't say anything and just made this 'come here' motion with his index finger. I knew I was about to get it and my usual panic set in. Tears welled in my eye's as I tentatively lowered myself down across his lap. The only good thing about this moment was knowing it would soon be over.
"Now," he firmly said, softly tapping my bare ass with the paddle. "You spanked me and now you are going to get the same thing. It's only fair that you take your share of the risk just like I did."
I knew it was coming before it landed and a torrent of burning pain rushed through my system. Jack was true to his word. He wasn't taking it easy on me at all. The blows were coming fast and furious. I just arched my back and let out a very loud, "AHHHHHHHH."
After about twenty swats he stopped briefly, and said, "I told you I wouldn't take it easy on you. No one is ever going to accuse me of spanking like a girl. This is exactly what I expected you to do to me last time."
"Come on, Jack," I cried. "Please stop!"
"No way," he hissed. "I know you got off on spanking me and now it's your turn to feel what it's like."
"No, I didn't," I pleaded.
"Bull _s_h_i_t_," he said, rather loudly. "Don't think for a minute that I didn't know your dick was hard when you had me over your knee. You got off on it all right. I'll bet you even jacked off after I left, didn't you?"
"Honest, Jack," I argued. "I didn't even think about it."
"Sure," he laughed. "I don't believe that."
SLAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Without warning he resumed the spanking. Each swat landing right in the center of my ass and coming just as fast as before.
WHACK! SMACK!
"Owwwwww,"
SLAP! SMACK!
Twenty-five more swats landed on my raw skin and I was crying in earnest. This was almost as bad as what my dad did. My legs were jerking up and down and I was writhing on his knees trying to avoid being hit. Jack held firm. I wasn't going to move until he was through with me.
Then, he suddenly stopped and I heard the paddle drop onto the floor. "I'd say we shared the risk equally, now. What do you think?"
In between sobs, I managed to say, "I . . . I . . . think so."
"Ok, then," he said softly. "You can get up now."
I scrambled off his lap as quickly as I could and involuntarily did this little dance around the livingroom. Once I got myself under control, I looked down and saw him sitting there stroking his huge _c_o_c_k_ and just smiling at me.
"What are you doing?" I stammered, not believing what I was seeing.
"Like I said, I enjoy spanking guys'," he began. "Why don't you join me?"
For some strange reason, my _c_o_c_k_ hadn't gone down during the spanking. If anything, it actually got harder and I needed the release. Following Jack's lead, I wrapped my hand around my swollen _c_o_c_k_ and started pumping. Within seconds, I sprayed a load of sperm several feet out in front of me and stood there gasping for air. Moments later, Jack tensed and a big gob of the sticky white fluid shot in the air, landing on his leg.
"Holy _s_h_i_t_," he said. "That was great."
Still trying to catch my breath, I said, "I've never done that after a spanking."
"You will from now on," Jack said, looking up at me. "I plan on riding that go-cart a lot."