It was just before school let out for the summer. I was over at Tommy's house and we were playing video games in his bedroom. All of a sudden, his dad stormed into the room and started yelling at Tommy.
"Were you using my tools again?" he said, a lot more loudly than he needed to. Tommy just sat there wide eyed and silent. "Answer me," the man insisted, "Were you into my tools?"
Sheepishly Tommy responded, "Yes sir."
I was scared. I'd never seen Tommy's dad act this way and I wasn't sure what was going to happen. All I knew is that I wanted out of that room in the worst way. Unfortunately, the man stood between me and the door and he was pissed. I just sat there watching the drama unfold.
"I've told you a hundred times to leave my tools alone, haven't I?" he asked.
"Yes sir," Tommy replied.
"Get up!" the man ordered.
When Tommy hesitated his father grabbed his arm and pulled him up. With one hand he unfastened the boy's pants and then unceremoniously forced them down to his ankles. I had never seen Tommy without any clothes before and I just stared at the soft flesh dangling between his legs. For some reason, I felt a familiar stirring in my own pants. Without any advance warning the man raised his massive arm and brought it forcibly down onto Tommy's unprotected bottom. By the time his dad stopped, Tommy was protesting loudly and yelping in pain. I watched throughout the spanking. Tommy's butt changed quickly to an angry red color with spots of black and blue. To my surprise, his dick had grown in size and was bobbing wildly from side to side. I couldn't believe that he had actually gotten hard during the spanking. Seeing my friend without clothes and getting spanked, did something to me. A wave of _s_e_x_ual energy surged through my body and headed straight between my legs. I became so hard that it actually started to hurt. Tommy's dad abruptly left after the usual lecture and Tommy sank to his knees in a heap of tears. Slowly he stood up and pulled his pants up over his very sore bottom. He tucked his hard boy pole into his shorts, and zipped his pants before looking down at me. Tears and snot was all over his blotched face.
"Sorry," he managed to say. "I didn't know he was home already."
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I'll be right back." He turned and quickly closed the bathroom door behind him.
I just sat there. In my mind, I could still see him being spanked, which only served to renew the action down below with a vengeance.
Eventually, Tommy reappeared from the john. His face was still red and blotchy, but at least he'd stopped crying and cleaned up some. He sat beside me and turned the t. v. off.
"I don't feel like playing anymore," he explained.
"That's OK," I said. " I don't either."
For a few minutes we sat in complete silence. He just stared at the floor.
"You want me to leave, Tom?" I asked, trying to be polite.
"Nah., it's OK," he answered. "But, you've got to promise me that you won't tell anyone."
"Come on, Tommy!" I said. "I'm not going to say anything to anyone."
"Promise?" he repeated.
"Promise." I said.
"Thanks Bobby," he choked out, his voice cracking as he fought back tears.
I changed the subject and twenty minutes later we'd forgotten the incident and were heavily involved in a game of monopoly. Later that night, I replayed the scene over and over in my mind until I shot a load of hot sticky cum onto my stomach.
For several weeks after witnessing Tommy and his dad, I couldn't get it out of my head. I was fascinated by the entire episode. There were so many things that I wanted to ask him about and I really wanted to see him spanked again. Hell, I even fantasized about spanking him myself. During my frequent solo sessions I must have shot a gallon of cum thinking about it.
I hadn't known that Tommy got spankings before that day. It was something that we never talked about. In fact, I didn't know wether any of my friends were spanked for that matter. My parents didn't believe in spanking as a punishment and as a result, I spent a lot of time alone in my room. But after seeing Tommy's spanking, I couldn't stop thinking about it and I was determined to learn more about it. I quickly started to formulate a plan.
Once school let out for the summer, I put my plan into action and invited Tommy to spend the night. Both my parents worked during the day and since I was an only child I knew we would have most of the day to be alone. I had a lot of questions to ask.
Tommy showed up just before dinner and we spent the evening in my room playing cards. Around eleven we both tired and went to bed. I couldn't get to sleep for the longest time. It was too much to be laying that close to Tommy. I waited until I thought he was asleep and then quietly jacked- off into my hand. Completely relaxed, I quickly drifted off to sleep.
"About time you woke up!" he said.
"What time is it anyway?" I asked, shaking the sleep from my system.
"About nine o'clock," he answered. "I've been awake for an hour."
"Want to see what there is for breakfast?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom.
I managed to sit up before feeling the stickiness in my hand. I'd forgotten to clean up last night before falling asleep. Instantly, the coming day's events flooded my brain and I got out of bed with great anticipation.
I was dressed and half way to the kitchen before Tommy stepped out of the bathroom. I noticed the evidence of his early morning boner tenting out the front of his pajama bottoms as he stumbled into the kitchen. Once again, I felt that familiar stirring between my legs. Today was going to be fun!
We decided on Cheerio's and sat quietly eating. It was time to put my plan into motion and I broke the silence.
"Can I ask you something personal, Tom?" I began.
"Sure," he said, looking up from his breakfast.
"Well, ah . . . er," I stammered.
"What," he urged.
"About the other day . . . " I managed to say.
"What day?" he asked.
"You know," I said slowly, "When your dad . . . " I couldn't finish the sentence.
"What about it?" he said, understanding what I was talking about.
"Does that happen very often?" I blurted out.
"Not really," he said, a little blush racing across his face. "Once every two or three months, maybe. It hasn't happened much since I turned thirteen."
"I didn't know you got spanked." I said, telling the truth.
"Like you don't," he said.
"Never," I said firmly. "My parents don't believe in it."
"Gee," he said, seemingly surprised. "I always thought you did."
"Why would you think that?" I asked, a little on the defensive.
"I don't know," he answered. "I just thought you did."
"Does he always spank you bare bottom?" I pressed.
"All the time," he said. "What you saw was nothing. He was taking it easy on me because you were there."
"Easy," I exclaimed! "Nothing I saw was easy."
"Sometimes he uses a paddle and that's worse,!" Tommy explained.
"WOW!," I managed to say. "How do you stand it?"
"It's not that bad I guess," he said. "He only does it when I _f_u_c_k_ up. I'd much rather he do that than ground me or something."
"Being grounded seems a lot better than taking a spanking," I said.
"Maybe," he explained. "But a spanking is over quick, not like being grounded. That goes on forever. Besides, when the spanking is over, you've kinda swept the floor clean, so to speak and you can start fresh. I always feel better about myself afterwards too, for having paid for what I did."
"You do?" I asked.
"I don't have to feel guilty about anything after a spanking," he said.
I let that sink in for a few moments without saying anything. This time, Tommy broke the silence. "So, what else do you want to know about my spankings?" he asked, with a slight grin on his face.
"Ah . . . um . . . I . . . ," I stammered, not quite sure how to ask the next question.
"Ask it," he urged.
"I don't know how to ask it," I said.
"Just say it outright," he insisted.
"OK," I said, taking a big gulp. "Do you always get a boner when he spanks you?"
Tommy's face turned bright red. "No," he said. "Never."
"That's not true," I argued. "I saw it, remember?"
"You promise not to tell anyone," he asked.
"Come on Tommy," I protested. "You know I won't say anything . . . I promise."
His face flushed again and he said, "Yeah, every time."
After we stopped giggling, I said, "Isn't that embarrassing?"
"I guess so," he said. "But at the time I'm more concerned with the other end, if you know what I mean." That got us laughing again. "Of course, I don't suppose you do since you've never been spanked."
"You ever cum while he was doing it," I had to ask.
"Nah.," he said, shaking his head. "I always wait until after it's over."
We just sat there looking at each other while I pondered what he'd said.
"Why do you think I went into the bathroom after he got done?" he asked, trying to lead me to the conclusion.
"You jacked-off with me sitting there?" I gasped.
"Absolutely," he said, grinning. "Had a good time too?"
Throughout our conversation I'd been rock hard. This revelation sent me into overdrive. I just sat there trying to comprehend what he'd just told me.
"So," he said, looking straight at me. "I've let you ask a lot of questions, now it's my turn."
"OK," I said.
"What were you doing in bed last night after we were supposed to be asleep?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I sputtered, feeling a hot sensation speed across my face.
"I wasn't sleeping, Bobby," he said. "I know what you were doing."
"Oh, _f_u_c_k_," I said. "I thought you were asleep."
"Nope," he said, grinning once again. "Saw the whole thing."
"You won't tell anyone will you?" I asked.
"On one condition," he said.
"Condition?" I asked.
"On the condition that you tell me why you asked all the questions this morning," he said.
"I was just curious, that's all," I said. "It was no big deal."
"Bull_s_h_i_t_," he said. "I'll bet you got all hot and bothered when my dad spanked me, didn't you?"
For an instant I was mortified that he knew what I'd been thinking. But then, I realized that this was really the chance I'd been hoping for. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Maybe." A wave of relief swept through me. Now he knew and I was ready to spring the rest of my plan. "When your dad was spanking you," I explained. "I got a boner and I've been thinking about it ever since."
"I thought so," he said. "What do you want to do now?"
"I don't know," I said.
"Want to spank me?" he asked.
I was stunned. I'd never really expected it to be this easy. Now I wasn't sure. "Ah . . . um . . . ," I stuttered.
"Or, I can spank you," he suggested.
I hadn't thought about that possibility before. "I don't know," I said, suddenly getting cold feet. "What would you do?"
"Look Bobby," he said impatiently. "I like to be spanked and I like to give them too. I'm willing if you are."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd wanted to spank Tommy, but now that he was willing to do it, I wasn't so sure. "I don't know, Tommy," I said. "What would we do?"
"It's easy," he said. "We can go back to your bedroom, get undressed, and then I'll let you spank me first. After that, I'll spank you."
"I'm not sure Tommy," I said. "I wasn't thinking about being on the receiving end."
"Take it or leave it, Bobby," he said. "It's your decision."
"Well, maybe," I said, sheepishly.
"Come on," he said, getting up from the table.
I followed him into my bedroom and watched as he fumbled with his overnight bag trying to find something. Suddenly, he produced a small wooden hairbrush and held it up for me to see. "Here," he said, handing me the brush. "That's what my dad uses most of the time. We can use it too."
Testing the weight and feel of the brush in my hand, I sensed that it would be very painful and my feet started to get a lot colder. I wanted to back out. I was getting scared. "Gee, Tommy," I whined. "I'm not sure, this thing will really hurt."
"I'll tell you what, Bobby," he said. "Since this is your first time, I'll only use my hand. OK?"
That made it a lot more interesting, I thought. "How will we do it?" I asked.
"You sit on the bed and I'll get across your knees, then you spank me," he explained. "When you're done with me, we'll switch positions."
"How many swats," I asked.
"As many as you think I need," he said. "I'll spank you as long as I want, you do the same."
Once again, I said, "I'm not sure, Tommy."
"Listen," he began. "I want you to do it like my dad did the other day, understand. Give me a real spanking, OK. It's not really that bad, Bobby. It happens to kids all the time and no one gets really hurt from it. You'll be OK."
I'd dreamed of doing this since I saw his dad do it to him. Now that I had the chance to actually go through with it, I didn't know if I had the courage. "What are we going to do afterwards?" I asked, stalling for time.
"Anything you want," he said with a wide grin.
I hesitated a moment, thinking this through.
"Well," he said. "You going to do it?"
"OK," I said, making my decision. "I'm in."
"Good," he said. "Let's get these clothes off."
Since Tommy was only wearing pajama bottoms, he was completely naked with one push at his waist. They fell in a heap around his feet and he quickly stepped out of them. His hard _c_o_c_k_ was bouncing back and forth in the air. I slowly pulled my T-shirt off and threw it on the floor. In a moment, my pants, underpants, and socks were laying on top of them and I was stark naked. My own _c_o_c_k_ jutted straight out, it's head almost purple with excitement.
"See," Tommy said. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"No," I answered, a sheepish smile coming to my face. "Now what?"
"Let's do it," he said, once again handing me the brush. "Sit on the bed."
I sat in the middle of the bed holding the brush. I felt really funny at first until I saw him standing there waiting for me to spank him. Any apprehension I'd felt before evaporated. It was really going to happen and I started getting into what we were doing. Looking up at Tommy, I firmly said, "You are going to get a spanking. Get over here."
Tommy slowly moved toward me, he knew what was coming and I could see the emotion in his eyes. He was scared and very excited. He climbed over my lap and adjusted himself. I could feel his hard _c_o_c_k_ poking my upper thigh.
"Ready," I asked.
"OK," he said, taking a deep breath.
"Here goes," I said, lifting the brush up over my head. I let it come down on his right cheek.
"Whap."
I waited briefly to see his reaction, not sure if it hurt.
"Wait a minute, Bobby," he said, getting up off my lap. "This probably won't work since you've never been spanked and don't know what to do. I think it would help if I spanked you first so you would know how it's supposed to be done, OK?"
It was a little awkward. I'd never spanked anyone before and I'd only seen the one he'd gotten. So I agreed. We changed places and Tommy laid the hair brush out in front of me so I could see it. It felt really weird to be across his knees and I could feel his hard _c_o_c_k_ pushing into my rib cage.
"Now," he said. "I've put the brush where you can see it and won't be worrying about me using it on you this time. Are you ready for your first spanking?"
"I guess so," I said, and grit my teeth.
"Now, this is how you spank someone," he said, raising his hand. He put all his strength behind the swing and landed a searing blow across my left butt cheek. The pain surprised me and suddenly, this didn't seem like such a good idea. In rapid fire speed, he swatted my ass thirty or so times. By the fifth swat I was ready to stop. By the tenth I was hooting and hollering like a little five-year-old and by the fifteenth swat tears were streaming down my face. I had never imagined that it would hurt this bad. Suddenly he stopped. I thought my spanking was over and started to get up. Tommy put his arm on my back and pushed me back down.
"We're not done yet," he said. "I just wanted to know if you were ready to try the hair-brush yet?"
"I'll never be ready for that!" I insisted. There was no way I wanted him to use that on me.
"OK," he said, with a little laugh. "But, you really should try ten swats with it, just to see what it feels like."
"No way!" I insisted again.
"SLAP!" "Whack!" "SLAP!" The sound echoed of the walls each time his hand landed on my ass. Once again the pain was almost more than I could take.
"SLAP!" "Owwwww!" I yelled. "Tommy stop!"
"WHAP!"
"NO!" I cried. "STOP!"
"SLAP!"
"AHHHHHH!" I protested.
"I'm going to keep doing this until you agree to take ten with the brush!" Tommy said.
"No," I begged. "I can't take anymore."
"You gotta take ten with the brush if you want me to stop." he insisted.
"SLAP!"
"OK! OK!" I screamed. "I'll do it!" My butt was on fire. I couldn't take any more. Only ten swats. . .At least it would be over soon.
Without saying another word Tommy picked up the dreaded brush and lightly tapped it on my bare skin. I just laid there sniffling like a little boy waiting for the spanking to begin again.
"Now," he said. "This is what a real spanking feels like."
I heard it an instant before the pain flashed through my body. "SMACK!" He brought the brush down nine more times so fast that I hardly had time to react. I was bellowing by the time he finished and let me up. Tears streamed down my face as I danced around the room trying to rub the pain out of my ass with both hands. Through my tears I could see Tommy smiling at my reaction.
"You didn't have to do it that hard, Tommy!" I cried.
"I just wanted to show you the right way to do it." he said.
"I don't want to do that again!" I told him.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Bobby," he laughed, pointing between my legs. "Look."
I was rock hard. A drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip of the purple head. I just stood there watching as Tommy reached for my _c_o_c_k_.
"I knew you'd like it." he said, taking my swollen member in his hand. His touch sent ripples of feeling through my body. I'd never felt anything like it before. Slowly he began to move his hand up and down pumping the swollen shaft. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the sensations in my _c_o_c_k_. The pain in my ass lessened and was replaced by a warm tingling feeling that seemed to engulf my entire body. Tommy increased the rhythm of his hand, keeping pace with my breathing.
Suddenly, I felt it starting deep inside. The hot fluid started churning in my balls, quickly building to the point of no return. I groaned, as every muscle in my body tensed for the release.
"I'm coming!" I loudly announced, just before shooting a stream of my seed onto Tommy's shoulder and chest. Stream after stream of my cum shot into the air as Tommy pumped on my _c_o_c_k_. He smeared the last drop of sperm around the head of my _c_o_c_k_. Being totally spent, I almost fell over backwards.
Plopping down onto the bed next to Tommy I said, "_d_a_m_n_. . .That was great!" "It was absolutely incredible!"
"Want to do it again?" he laughed.
"You bet!" I said. "Only not today."
"I told you, Bobby," Tommy beamed. "I knew you'd like it."