I was 38 when I first met Paul and he was about 33. He was the definition of "built like a brick _s_h_i_t_ house". He had the broadest shoulders and most well defined pecs I had ever seen. I met Paul at my son's baseball practice. I was the manager and Paul was a dad of one of the boys on the team and had volunteered to help coach. Paul had very short brown hair (very professional & clean –cut looking), was clean-shaven, and had a smile that was infectious. Now, the feature I noticed most about Paul that day was his butt (imagine that). Paul's butt was the classical bubble butt and his jean shorts highlighted this feature perfectly.
Over the course of the summer Paul and I got to be fairly friendly but never got to be close friends. Paul is a little bit shy and does not open himself up very quickly or easily. At the end of that summer the team had a pool party and this is when I got to see more of Paul's fantastic body. As I said earlier, he has very broad shoulders, great pecs, narrow waist, and a butt that I really wanted to get my hands on. He has a hairy chest but amazingly no hair on his back. Even his lower back, right above the waist, was smooth. This of course led me to wonder whether he had a hairy ass or a smooth-hairless ass. During the party I was able to talk with Paul on more of a personal level than I had all year. He was a runner in high school and when he got to college had gotten involved with body building. He now only lifts 3 times a week but it is certainly enough to keep that amazing physique in shape.
Anyway the pool party was great since I got to see him in his swim trunks. Every time he would come out of the water his suit would cling to his body and outline that marvelous bottom of his. Since your are reading this story on a M/M spanking site, you have to know that I wanted to turn this stud over my knee, pull down the swim suit, and turn his bottom a very nice shade of red. Well much to my surprise (and delight) I was given just that opportunity........
It happened about a year later when Paul made a mistake which I quickly turned to my advantage. I don't want to get into the details of that mistake since it is not important to the story; but just understand that it made me really mad and I told Paul it was probably best for him to find another team for his son to play on next year. He tried to apologize but I was too mad to hear any of it. Well about 2 weeks after the incident I was working in the back yard. My family was out of town for the weekend so I was home alone. I was in jeans and had taken off my shirt. I have a nice build since I work out 2 –3 times a week but I don't have anywhere near the mass that Paul has. I had worked up a pretty good sweat and was taking a break when Paul walked into the back yard.
"Can I talk to your for a minute?", Paul asked in a quite, I-know-I've-done-something-wrong voice.
"There is really nothing to talk about and I have a lot of work to get done." I replied in a harsh tone.
"Please?" Paul said almost begging.
Since it had been over two weeks since the incident, I was not as mad as I was originally and he looked so helpless and vulnerable standing there in his tight jeans and polo shirt. "Okay but make it quick!", I said.
"I know I made a terrible mistake and you have every right to be mad at me. I have apologized and apologized. What more can I do? I don't want you to be mad at me. " Paul explained.
"Listen Paul, what you did was inexcusable and not only did it make me mad but it hurt my feelings. I thought that we were friends and I wouldn't expect an enemy to pull the stunt you did." I said with more emotion in my voice than I wanted.
" I understand and I am very sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? Name it! Tell me what I have to do and I will do it. I'll do anything!!" Paul promised. Now I could not believe my ears. Here was this hunk standing in front of me asking for my forgiveness and offering to do anything to get it. I hesitated for a minute while I thought it over and started to speak but then stopped myself since I was not sure how to phrase it. Paul noticed and quickly said "What? Tell me! Tell me what I have to do. What price do I have to pay?"
I looked him in the eyes and said, " If your son had done something like what you did, what would your punishment be for him?"
Paul blushed slightly, dropped his eyes to the ground and stuttered and stammered for a bit, then lifted his eyes to me and said, "I would probably ground him for a month." Now this was said with very little conviction and I decided to press the point.
"Paul your lying to me now. You know as well as I do that is not what you would do. Are you trying to piss me off even more by lying to me?" I snapped at him.
"No. I am not lying.....well maybe I would do more than just ground him".
"Okay! so tell me, what would you do to your son. Or better yet, tell me what your dad would do to you in this situation?" I asked.
"That's easy. My dad would have given me one of his famous spankings that you feel for days afterwards", Paul explained with a nervous smile.
"Tell me about your dad's famous spankings!" I commanded as I felt myself getting aroused at the mental image. Paul proceed to tell me about how his dad used to spank him when he was a boy. Paul seemed to be so relieved that I was speaking to him again that he probably gave me more details than he would have under normal circumstances. It seems that Paul received spankings up until about 18 when he went away to college. His dad believed in this kind of discipline. Paul was usually made to bend over a table or chair and depending on the severity of the crime was either in his underwear or bare assed. His dad would use a wooden paddle and Paul would get anywhere from 10 to 20 swats. The imagine of Paul bent over a chair with his briefs around his ankles brought a smile to my lips.
After Paul finished telling me about how his dad spanked him, he looked at me with an embarrassed look on his face; I am pretty sure he saw the smile. He realized that he had spoken for a few minutes about these spankings and Paul seemed a bit uncomfortable about having said this to another man. I did not say anything but continued to stare at him. He did not say anything but continued to look nervous. Finally he broke the silence, " ....so are you thinking that I should get a spanking for what I did to you".
"I am not suggesting anything. You are the one that said you would do anything to be forgiven and you are the one that talked about spankings. I just asked what you would do to your son if he had pulled this stunt on you"
"..well I.... I....okay, your right. If my son had done what I had done, then yes I would give him a spanking that he would remember for a very long time." Paul blurted out. He seemed almost relived to be able to say it.
"So if you would have given your son a spanking, what do you think is fair for your punishment."
"You have got to be kidding. There is no way I am going to let you give me a spanking" Paul cried out.
"Paul you are the one that made the mistake! You are the one that is asking forgiveness! You are the one that admitted that the crime justifies a spanking. You are the one that told me that you would do anything to be forgiven. Am I to assume that was also another lie?" I asked as authoritarianly as I could (which was difficult because I had become more aroused and I was certain my half erection could be seen).
Again it was quiet for a few moment. Then Paul looked at me very sheepishly and said, "You're right. I did say I would do anything and I guess after what I did you have the right to spank me."
"I don't think that is what I want to hear. I want you to look me in the eye, tell me you deserve to be spanked and ask me to please give you a spanking like your dad used to give you."
The look on his face was total amazement. Up until this moment I think Paul was not thinking that I really meant it. "You're kidding right. You don't really plan to give me a spanking?" he exclaimed.
"I don't plan to do anything except get back to my yard work, which by the way you are keeping me from finishing," I said with as much bitterness in my voice as a could muster. Again it was dead silence. I waited about a minute and then turned and walked back into the yard to get back to work. "Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Okay"
"Okay, what?" I asked.
"Okay, I'll let you give me a spanking if that is the only way I can get you to forgive me." Paul said with some anger in his voice.
"Nope that's not how it works. I want you to look me in the eye, tell me you deserve to be spanked and ask me to please give you a spanking like your dad used to give you. If you can say it and mean it then do it; else we have nothing more to talk about and stop wasting my time."
Again a few more minutes of silence. My back was to him and I pretended to be busy pulling weeds from the garden; but my mind was racing. Was I really going to spank this man? Was he really going to let me? I had a full erection as this point and was glad he was standing behind me. Then I heard very softly "Please turn around and look at me." Great! how was I going to hid my excitement. I turn around and held onto the bucket (where I was putting the weeds) so that it was in front of my crotch. I looked at Paul and he had very moist eyes (almost tears) and he said "Randy, I deserved to be punished for what I did. Would you please give me a spanking like my dad use to give me?" I could not believe my ears.
"Are you sure of this Paul?"
"Yes, very sure. I don't want to be spanked but you have helped me realize that is what I deserve."
"Okay, but I am not going to go easy on you. This will be a full all out spanking. I will smack your ass hard and it will be more than 20 swats."
"I understand. Where do you want to do this?"
"Well I don't suggest the backyard, the neighbors would talk for weeks" I joked and Paul even smiled.
"How about in the family room? No one is home and we will have some privacy. Why don't you go on into the house and get ready. I mean strip down to your underwear and wait for me."
"Strip to my underwear? "
"Yes, I plan to give you a spanking that you will remember. I am going to do it just like your dad. I am going to get the Ping-Pong paddle from the basement. I want you in your underwear standing at attention when I get to the family room. I will then have you bend over a chair and give you 25 swats. You will count each one like you did for your dad. Then I will have you remove your underwear to give you another 25 swats. I want to be able to see how much damage I am doing to your butt. I don't want to seriously hurt you but I do want you to have a very hot seat when we are done. Do you understand?" I explained to Paul.
"Yes" said Paul very reluctantly.
"Good! Now get into the house while I go get the paddle." I did not even look to see if he followed me into the house. I could hear him behind me. I went straight to the basement and got the paddle. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs listening with my heart racing. I could hear Paul moving around upstairs and then I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Oh my god, he was actually taking off his clothes. It was all I could do to stop myself from running up the stairs to get a look at this body that I have lusted after for over a year. I managed to calm myself and to walk slowly up the stairs.
When I got to the top of the stairs I turned right and walked into the family room. I almost shot my load right then and there. Paul was standing in the room with only his white briefs. I had been wondering if he was a boxer or brief guy. He was looking down with his hands folded in front of his crotch. Now I was all of a sudden curious as to what his _c_o_c_k_ looked like. Was it thick like Paul, was it cut or uncut?
I just stood looking at this incredible body for awhile. Paul finally looked up and asked if I was going to do it or not. That is all I needed to snap awake. I got a chair from the kitchen and placed it so the back of the chair was facing him. I instructed Paul to lean over the back of the chair and grab the seat of the chair. This position would place his ass at the right height to give him his spanking. I watched in utter amazement as he moved his near naked body into position. I was then presented with his ass that had only a thin layer of cotton covering it.
I asked, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, let's get this over with as quickly as possible."
"Okay," I said, having no intention whatsoever of rushing this. "As I told you earlier, I am going to give you 25 swats with the paddle and I want you to count each one. If you miss one or miss count, then I will start over. Now I want you to hold still and take your punishment like a man!"
I then stepped next to him so that my crotch was even with the left side of his butt. This gave me the correct angle to really put some force into it. I raised the paddle back and let fly with a good hard SMACK!!
"One"
I guess that I had not hit hard enough. There was no grunt, no groan. I pulled back and gave another three swats in quick succession, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "two, three, ouch, four". At the sound of his ouch I realized that I now had a raging hard-on and was really excited about this adventure. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK "five, six, seven, ouch, eight, ouch, nine, ouch ten". I imagined that his butt was red but was not able to tell through his briefs.
I proceeded to give him another ten swats. This time he indicated by some sound of pain that he was beginning to feel these. I could also tell because he was not holding still. After each smack he would move his ass from side to side; almost as if he thought that would allow him to get away from the pain. Standing there spanking Paul with his butt wiggling around I did not think it was possible to get anymore excited (boy was I wrong).
"Paul you have 5 more with your briefs on and then we move onto the next stage. Since you are wiggling around I am going to hold you in place." With that, I stepped closer to him and placed my left hand on the other side of his waist and pulled him into me. He did not resist. So here I am with Paul in his underwear, my left hand on his right side and his left side pressed against my boner. Yes you got the picture, I was rubbing my crotch against the side of his left butt cheek.
I gave him the next 5 smacks. Each harder than the one before. Each one causing him to move his ass, and each time he moved his ass he would press against my raging crotch. I have no idea how I refrained from losing it in my pants during those 5 strokes of the paddle. Paul diligently counted each one out: 21, ouch, 22, ouch, 23, ouch, 24, ouch, 25. Then I was done, at least with phase one.
"Okay Paul stand up. Take off your briefs and put them on the couch with your other clothes" I commanded. Paul stood, a little shaken, and then put his hands into the waistband of his shorts and proceeded to lower his white briefs to his ankles. I thought that my heart was going to stop. There was the most beautiful ass in the world. It was smooth as a baby's (except for some dark hair along his crack) and a rosey shade of red. I could not take my eyes off of it as he walked over to the couch and laid his briefs on top of his pants. He then walked back to the chair and began to resume the position.
I told him to stop and turn around and look at me. I did this for two reasons: 1) he had kept his back to me the entire time he had gone to the couch and back 2) I really wanted to get a peek at the size and shape of his member.
Paul slowly turned around to face me and as he did so he moved his hands in front of his crotch. Now I was shocked; because I could have sworn that I saw an erection behind those hands. Was Paul finding this as exciting as I was? Did he like being spanked? I just had to find out.
"Paul what are you hiding there? I don't think you have anything I don't have. Put your arms to your side." I spoke with as much control as I could muster. Paul stood still for a few heart beats and then he move his hands to his side. I am so glad that he was looking down at the time; because the look on my face would have told him everything. There before my eyes was a fully erect penis. This was not a half hard-on, this was Paul in full bloom. His was a circumcised _c_o_c_k_ and I would guess about 6 to 6.5 inches long; but what was so amazing was the thickness. Like the rest of Paul's body, his dick looked like it worked out with weights. It was almost as thick as three of my fingers put together. Well now what was I going to do. I could not just ignore this beautiful piece of equipment but I was not sure of my next move.
"Are you enjoying this spanking?" I heard myself say.
"NO!"
"Well then would you please explain to me why you are at full mast and looking like you are about to enjoy the _f_u_c_k_ of your life?" I challenged him.
"Well.."
"Well what!!" I demanded.
continued in part two....................................