Missing Curfew


by Matt <Matt_story@yahoo.com>

After the last spanking by Steven, it was quite some time before I was spanked again. However, the last spanking from Steven was fantastic. Not only did I get my butt whipped with a leather belt, I ended up giving Steven 2 blow jobs and he let me keep his Hanes briefs that he caught me stealing. I've seen Steven and Scott around alot. As a matter of fact, we have spent alot of time together, during and after school. Nothing was ever said to eachother about the spankings. Even during private times, like doing homework together, working on a school project or simply hanging out, neither ever said anything about the past, however, either would in a flash take me over their knee's and give me a long, hard, spanking if deserved.

Like I said, it had been some time since I had been spanked. However, I had regularly jerked off thinking about them. It was becoming more obvious to me that I was gay and enjoyed the dominence. Like I've said in my past stories, I could have easily beat-up Scott on any occasion, as well as strip him and take him over my knees and redden his butt. Steven... that was another story. He was clearly stronger than me, but I'm sure I could easily have have gotten away, but I enjoyed the feeling over being stripped and over their knees getting a sound spanking.

Well, like I said, we had been seeing each other on a regular basis and decided to go to the carnival on Friday evening. We met up at my house and were to walk down to the high school where the carnival was. Scott told us that he had to be home no later than 10pm while Steven said he needed to be home by 10:30. My parents were pretty liberal with me... my curfew was 11pm, and easily could be extended if I asked.

As we were walking to the carnival, Steven reached into his pocket and said, "Hey guys, look what I got."

Scott and I looked over and Steven pulled a small bottle of whiskey out of his pocket and in his other hand, he had about a half a dozen Marlboro cigerettes.

"Holy _s_h_i_t_... where did you get those?" I asked.

"I took them from my father, but he won't notice them gone."

"Are you sure he won't notice them gone?" asked Scott.

"Nah. I got the bottle out of the trash last week and filled it from a larger bottle he has. I've been stealing the cigerettes a couple each day and he hasn't noticed them missing."

"Alright!" I shouted. "Let's take the backway to the school and drink up!"

It was still fairly light out. We headed off to the woods. We got about half way to the high school and went down to the pond. Steven gave each of us a cigerette and lit it. Steven and I have smoked a few times in the past, but Scott has never and just about choked when he inhaled for the first time. Steven and I were on the ground and couldn't stop laughing. We finished the cigarettes and each had a shot of whiskey, left the rest of the whiskey and cigarettes hidden at the pond and then went off to the carnival.

We stayed at the carnival until after the fireworks. It was about 9:30 and Scott wanted to take the regular route but I convinced him to go the same way as before... through the woods. "Come on Scott... let's have another cigerette and finish the whiskey." I said. Finally he agreed and the three of us went home through the woods. When we came upon the pond, we went over to where we hid the whiskey and lit up a cigarette. Steven gulped some whiskey and handed the bottle to Scott. Scott was leary... but took a few gulps and passed the bottle to me. It was about 10 minutes before 10 and Scott said, "C'mon guys, I've got to get home."

"Not until we finish the whiskey." I told him.

Scott grabbed the bottle from me and took 3 large gulps, finishing the bottle. "Alright.. let's go, NOW!"

We started to walk back to the street and Scott stopped and looked over at me and said, "Oh man, I don't feel good."

It was 30 seconds later that he was on his knees throwing up. I couldn't believe it. Steven and I walked about 50 feet from him and waited until he was done. Scott finally walked over and was as green as you can imagine. His clothes were a mess.

"Holy _s_h_i_t_! I can't go home like this." Scott says with a whimper in his voice.

"Ahm... Well we can go to my house to get you some clean clothes." I suggest.

"_d_a_m_n_... It's gonna be past my curfew when I finally get home. C'mon, let's hurry." shouts Scott as he begins running towards my house.

Steven and I catch up to Scott and race off to my house. I run up to my room and grab a t-shirt and pair of shorts. I'm about to run back to the basement, when I stop and decide to get a fresh pair of BVD briefs for him as well. I go over to my bureau, open the top drawer and carefully select a clean pair of white briefs. I run down ot the basement and hand Scott the clothes. He turns around and takes off his t-shirt and shorts. He's standing there in just his white Fruit of the Loom briefs when he realizes that I also gave him clean underwear. Steven had run upstairs to use the bathroom. I am watching Scott while he lowers his briefs and strips. I gather a peek at his bare backside and instantly get hard. His butt is milky white and smooth. I was wondering if it would be for long? Scott puts his right leg into the BVD briefs and then his left leg and pulls them up. He quickly pulls the t-shirt over his head and pulls the shorts up. He hands me his dirty clothes and tells me that he'll get them later. At this point, while Steven is coming down the stairs, Scott is begging for someone to walk with him and Steven finally agrees to walk Scott home.

After they leave, I throw Scott's clothes (just his t-shirt and shorts) into the washing machine and start it up. His briefs are clean and I gather a slow, long sniff of his boyish scent. I'm hard again and decide I can't wait any longer. I lower my shorts and briefs and begin jerkin' off while continuing to sniff Scott's fruit of the loom's. I felt a churning in my nuts and went dizzy like you get, just before you cum. I sat on the back of my heels and grabbed my _c_o_c_k_ and let it start spurting. It cummed in slow motion. The cum shooting through the interior of my _c_o_c_k_ felt so good. I grabbed the base and tried to hold off a few extra seconds to elongate the agony of not cumming. The smell of those briefs was awesome! I let go and cum flew everywhere!

I take the briefs and head upstairs to my bedroom very satisfied, however, it wouldn't be the last time I jerked off tonight!

Scott calls me the next day and invites me over.

I went to over to Scott's house after lunch. When I got there, I noticed no one else was there. He invites me down to his family room in the basement. When we got there, he told me, "You know that I got in trouble for coming home late last night?"

"What happened?"

"My dad was pissed that I was over 1/2 an hour late and that I didn't call home."

"It wasn't my fault that you were late. You got sick and needed to change your clothes."

"Bull_s_h_i_t_! If it wasn't for you wanting to drink and smoke, I wouldn't have gotten sick and I would have been home on time."

"What did he say?" I asked, knowing what probably happened.

"He said nothing. He just yanked down my pants and gave me a long hard spanking, first with his hand, then with my mother's hairbrush." said Scott.

"C'mon, he didn't spank you with a hairbrush! Your just trying to bull_s_h_i_t_ me so that you can spank me." I said.

"OK, you don't believe me, take a look." Then Scott pulls down his pants and is standing there in his Fruit of the Loom briefs. He turned around and pulled down his briefs showing his bare ass. Of course I remembered from last night how milky white and smooth his butt was when he was changing. However, when he lowered his briefs, his butt had some black and blue marks and was showing some redness. "Hmmm, now do you believe me?" he asked.

What could I say? Scott pulled up his briefs and pants and walked over to the couch and sat down.

"O. K. Matt, get over my lap and get that ass of your in position for a good ole-fashioned spanking!" said Scott.

_s_h_i_t_, I thought as I walked over to the couch.

"Let's go, t-shirt and jeans off." demanded Scott.

I took my t-shirt off and lowered my jeans and stepped outta them and layed my clothes on the chair. I was standing in my white briefs with a semi-hard erection. I was actually looking forward to the spanking as usual. I walked over to Scott and laid across his knees, making sure my _c_o_c_k_ didn't press up against him.

Scott puts his hand on my back and shoves me forward a bit so that my butt is directly over his right leg. My chest is resting on Scott's left leg. Scott starts right in giving me some good, hard swats with his hand. Scott alternates between each of my cheeks moving the swats around so that my whole butt is covered. My legs are jerking with each swat as I feel my butt being mercilessly swatted by Scott. I also realize that my _c_o_c_k_, positioned where it is on top of Scott's leg, is getting hard. Finally after what seemed about 20 hard swats on my ass, Scott finally stopped.

"Owwwww." I cringe as I'm trying to get up. I look over my shoulder and say, "Okay... I'm sorry...."

"Hey, we're not done yet," he said. "Ready to try the hair-brush yet?" That's what my dad used on my butt last night.

"I'll never be ready for that!" I insisted. There was no way I wanted him to use that on me. After looking at Scott's butt, I couldn't imagine how much it would hurt.

"OK," he said, with a little laugh. "But, you will get at least ten swats with it, just to see what it feels like as I did."

"No way!" I insisted again.

He reached back and brought his hand down on my ass, "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. "Scott stop!"

"WHAP!"

"NO!" I cried. "STOP!"

"SLAP!"

"AHHHHHH!" I protested.

"I'm going to keep doing this until you agree to take it with the brush!" Scott said.

"No," I begged. "I can't take anymore."

"You gotta take at least 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.... at least it would be over soon. Scott placed his fingers under the waistband of my briefs and yanked them down to my knees.

"What the...?" I said.

Without saying another word Scott 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 again so fast that I hardly had time to react.

He connected the hair brush to my butt and even though my body was fully restrained, I was struggling and nearly jumped out of my skin as it struck. Various expletives shot forth from my mouth and after a moment or two, he brought the brush down again.

**SWAT**

This elicited a wonderful **Yeowwwww!** that I let out in the room before he connected again.

**SWAT**

I'm sure my butt was now a bright shade of pink and the marks from the three blows were all distinct. I was sobbing softly now and I paused.

**SWAT**

**SWAT**

**SWAT**

**SWAT**

He landed four rapidly paced blows. I was howling now in pain.

"10 more," he announced, "Count them from 1, Matt." demanded Scott.

**SWAT**

Silence. I refused to count them out.

He repeated the stroke.

**SWAT**

"One," I announced for him.

He repeats it now, "One."

**SWAT**

"Two," I manage through clenched teeth, tears streaming down my cheeks.

**SWAT**

"Three." I was crying loudly now. Never having been spanked with a hairbrush. The hairbrush is an extremely pain filled way for me to get on my ass.

**SWAT**

"Fou...r"

**SWAT**

"...F...*sob*..ive.."

**SWAT**

"...si..*sob*... *please stop* *I'm sorry* *I'm sorry*..."

**SWAT**

"Six," I say. I howl in pain and plead for him to stop. I'm apologizing, begging...

**SWAT**

**SWAT**

**SWAT**

**SWAT**

He finished the four remaining blows over my protests and then put his hands on my burning ass. He released my arms. 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 Scott smiling at my reaction.

"You didn't have to do it that hard, Scott!" I cried as I pulled up my briefs.

"I just wanted to show you the right way to do it." he said.

Scott tells me to stand in the corner. "There's someone else who needs to have a chat with you." says Scott.

I look back at Scott, tears slowly falling down my cheeks and ask, "Who?"

"We'll just have to wait and see." said Scott as he walked away. "Don't move until your told."

After Scott had gone upstairs, I quickly stepped into the bathroom and lowered my briefs. "Holy _s_h_i_t_!" I whispered to myself. My butt was a deep red in color and even had a few black and blue marks from where the hairbrush had laned. It stung, really hurt to touch it. I got back to the corner before Scott came back down stairs.

Scott was gone for what seemed to be nearly a 1/2 hour. When I heard him walking down stairs, he wasn't alone. Coming around the corner was Scott and Steven. "_d_a_m_n_." I said.

Scott looked over at Steven and said, "I gave him a spanking earlier." as he yanked down my briefs to show Steven the results of it.

"Nice... but not quite enough." said Steven while he inspected my butt. I got my butt blistered pretty good myself last night too. I didn't have to even ask, Steven turned around and quickly lowered his sweatpants and white Hanes briefs with one quick yank showing the results of a recent spanking.

"Well Matt, it's now my turn." said Steven.

"Please Steven, my butt is on fire. How about another day?" I asked.

"No... now!" Steven said with a smirk.

"O......K" I said. I was a bit concerned. I've never been spanked as bad as I had been from Scott and now Steven was gonna whip my butt too.

"Good," he said. "Let's get these briefs off."

Since I was only wearing my briefs and a t-shirt, I slowly pulled my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. I was completely naked with one push at the waist. They fell in a heap around my feet and I quickly stepped out of them. My hard _c_o_c_k_ was bouncing back and forth in the air. In a moment, my briefs and socks were laying on top of my t-shirt and I was stark naked.

Steven walked over to the coffee table, stood there and placed his left leg up onto the coffee table and told me to bend over his leg. He reached around his back and pulled out a ping pong paddle (I'm sure the one that had been used on me before).

I walked over and bent across Steven's left leg. He wrapped his arm around me and held me firmly. He took the paddle and ran it over my already very red and sore butt. He pulled me closer to him so that my hip was pressed firmly up against his crotch. I could feel his hardened _c_o_c_k_ pressed up against me.

Scott sat down on the couch just off to my right. He had a perfect view of what Steven was planning on.

Without hesitation Steven lifted the paddle up and forced it down onto my outstretched bottom. The paddle made a loud "slap" that I heard an instant before a sharp burning sensation flooded my body. I gasped. I hadn't anticipated the intensity of the pain and suddenly wasn't so sure I had made the right decision. Before I could say or do anything, Steven lifted the paddle and again forced it down onto my exposed skin. "Slap." I tried to squirm away from Steven as I felt the rush of pain move through me from the second swat. Steven held me firmly and forced another blow down onto the already red skin. "Whap!" My eyes went wide as that paddle landed again. "Slap!" I involuntarily let out a loud "OUCH!"

In rapid fire speed, Steven brought that paddle down again and again onto my bare bottom. "Slap!" "Slap!" "Whack!" "Slap!"

"OWwwwwww! I screamed. "Please stop" I begged.

I squirmed trying to avoid the business end of that paddle. By the third swat, tears had welled in my eyes. By the fifth they were streaming down his face, and by the tenth, I was crying out for the Steven to stop. "Slap!", "OUCH!", "Whack!", "Ahhhhh!", "SMACK", "I'll be good!", "Slap!", "Please!" , "Whomp!", "I'll be good, I promise!", "Slap!"

I was crying hysterically. I looked over to the right and saw Scott sitting on the couch, smiling, stroking his _c_o_c_k_, enjoying the show.

Then **W** **H** **A** **C** **K** Steven brought the paddle down at nearly my full force, and the howl I emitted was loud. I struggled to get up but Steven kept me down with a single point of pressure on his back. I started begging him to stop. However, it seemed he had no intention of stopping yet.

He repeated another forceful blow and I started yelling and screaming for him to stop, I was in pain from the paddle. This was brutal but I had it coming. Because of me, both Steven and Scott had gotten spanked.

One of my hands moved to cover my ass and he quickly pinned it behind my back as he continued to blister my butt violently with the ping pong paddle. Ten strokes later, "Slap!" "Slap!" "Whack!" "Slap!" my once white, smooth butt was crimson, red and on fire, even a few blisters and welts were beginning to stand out from the repeated work of the paddle.

"Stop, please, stop," I began to plead.

Steven laid the paddle on the table and told me it was over. He was rubbing my very sore backside, soothing me. He held my arm and lowered his head and whispered into my ear, "Matt, I want a blow job and now or else, OK?"

"Ahhhhm, OK Steven, just don't spank me anymore OK?" I asked as he sat down on the couch.

"Yeah, sure.... "

Steven told me to crawl over to where he was sitting on the couch, as he couldn't very well enjoy this with his _c_o_c_k_ trapped in those Hane's. I tugged them off his muscular legs. I looked back up, and was mesmerized by his beautiful _c_o_c_k_ at full attention. He was my best friend, and I wanted him to have his way with me -- anything that would make him happy! He just looked in my eyes, smiled, and nodded and I knew what to do. Crawling back up between his legs, I started slowly licking his beautiful _c_o_c_k_, getting it nice and wet, and then taking the head in my mouth and slowly beginning to take the whole 5.5 inches down my throat.

I looked over and saw Scott standing there, his pants and underwear down around his ankles. Scott grunting, groaning and moaning. While Steven and I were caught up in our own little play; we were now surrounded by Scott stroking himselve while he watched me devour Steven's _c_o_c_k_. By now Steven's grunts and groans were growing louder as were the groans of Scott who was jerkin' his own _c_o_c_k_. Steven sat up about half way and started gently stroking the sides of my face and running his fingers through my hair as I sucked and licked the side of his _c_o_c_k_. Gently, he lifted my head and put my mouth down over the end of his _c_o_c_k_. I started stroking it with my mouth as fast as I could. By now his groans were so loud you could hear them echoing in the basement; or so I was told. Suddenly, Steven let out one last loud groan and I felt the hot cum shooting out. I swallowed and sucked and swallowed and sucked as fast as I could. Then Steven fell back and laid there groaning while I slowly sucked and stroked out everydrop.

Steven moved over to me, put his arm over my shoulder and said, " Hey pal, thanks; that was great." It wasn't long before Scott shot his load all over the couch and his stomach.

All of a sudden, I felt Steven's hand start stroking my _c_o_c_k_. My mind started to wander back to what had just happened. I didn't actually see it, but in my mind I could picture it. By now Steven was vigorously stroking my _c_o_c_k_. He moved around behind me to get a firmer grip on me and my _c_o_c_k_. His body was still covered with cum and felt slippery against my back. He held me hard against his body and I could feel the side of his half hard _c_o_c_k_ pressing against the crack of my ass. My mind was reeling; reliving the scene of me sucking Steven's _c_o_c_k_. My breathing became heavier until with one last stuttered breath, I started to cum. As I came, Steven held me tighter around the waist. He caught my cum in his hand and rubbed it all over my _c_o_c_k_ which caused me to cum even more. After a minute or so, I went limp in his arms.

For about 1/2 an hour, we just sat around and not saying much. Steven looked over at Scott and said, "Your to blame for this mess, I think Matt should give you a spanking!"

"No way!" shouted Scott.

"Well, it's either Matt or me and you saw what I can do." smirked Steven. "And if you don't let him spank you, then we're both gonna hold you down and really lay into you."

Scott sat there and thought about it. Finally, he got up, looked over at me and said, "Fine, let's get it over with."

I sat down on the couch. Even though my ass was burning, I was looking forward to this.

With that I pulled Scott over both of my knees and raised his right knee higher than his left knee so as to position Scotts little bottom for a sound spanking. I then held Scott firmly about the waist and placed my right hand on the small of his back to help him stay put. Then holding the ping pong paddle carefully in my right hand, I hovered it over his ass, gently feeling out where to hit and letting his butt experience the sense of its perfectly smooth wood grain. Pressing down gently to let him feel the holes that would help it swing through the air faster and land more painfully.

Gently, I lifted the paddle into the air, not more than a foot from his soon to be tenderized buttocks and brought it down firmly, yet gently. He reacted calmly, and you could see the outline of the paddle on his ass flesh. Each hole was visible from the surrounding marks. This would be good.

I repeated the gentle swats 10 times, accustoming his bare bottom to the ability of the paddle to inflict pain. Gently I worked the intensity of the strokes up to a noticeable level. Now, he felt it and his body began to writhe to escape the paddle's blow. **WHACK** My right hand, kept him mostly in place, but he wiggled his ass mightily.

"Please, no more Matt, no more..."

"Scott..."

"Please..." he begged me.

I wasn't certain what to do, I liked him and I didn't want to hurt him, but I wasn't certain if he was ready for where I could take him with another 10 to 20 strokes of the paddle to throw the pain past that line where he would finally have to break down crying.

I worked the paddle like magic, the first new stroke eliciting renewed howls as the hot boy in my lap let me take him to the final spanking frontier.

**WHACK**

**WHACK**

**WHACK**

**WHACK**

Scott was all screams now and I felt certain that another few would unlock him.

**WHACK**

I felt it coming, his ass would not be able to take too much more.

**WHACK**

**WHACK**

I heard the first sobs as he stopped howling and let himself go.

**WHACK**

**WHACK**

**WHACK**

**WHACK**

A few more strokes produced a wholesale torrent of tears from the boy with the hot blistered ass laying over my lap. I put the paddle down and gently kneaded his sore ass and slapped it periodically keeping the pain level high and letting him cry over my lap for a bit longer. Then when I felt certain that the pain had made him let go and he would keep crying, I slowly and gently sat him up. Then I pulled him against my chest and let him cry. And cry.

We just sat, his body against mine, his head nestled in my chest, him crying.


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