During my fourteenth year, my friend Alain and I discovered to his dismay the joys of spanking. At least I did. I think he was a little less enamored with the concept.
Once when he was ailing, I was off school, but his Mom didn't want him to have any visitors. As best friends, this didn't sit well with us, and of course kids are not really farsighted when it comes to planning mischief.
When his mother had cleared off to work, he called me, and since he only lived two floors down in the same apartment complex, it wasn't long before we were violating his mom's rule. He told me we'd had better remain in the bedroom, as his mother had mentioned she might stop by to check on him, and quite possibly without warning.
Well, this turned out to be sound advice. At one o'clock we heard the tumblers of the lock at the door, signaling his mothers return. Ok, we had some planning. We set the locks to warn us. Anyway, as the door began to open, I was already hidden safely beneath the bed.
I lay there quietly, listening to Alain's mother fuss over him, while he did his best to convince her he was fine, and needed no further attention. However, his mother worked for the building, and was in no hurry. She decided to take her lunch hour, and spend it with her dear son. This of course meant I got to spend the next forty-five minutes, crammed beneath the bed. I almost blew it by making a sound when she sat on the bed to comfort my sick friend. After what seemed an eternity, she convinced herself, that he was not likely to perish, kissed him goodbye and left the flat. With an audible groan, I pulled myself from under the bed. Normally, caution would make sure that she was truly on her way, but my bladder wasn't quite as patient.
I came out of the bedroom, standing next to the bathroom, waiting to make sure the coast was clear. Alain's mom had made him drink three cups of tea, so he hurried ahead of me to relieve himself. By time he was done, I really had to go. So in I went, pissing up a storm, sighing in complete contentment, unaware that we were busted.
I opened the door, and nearly walked straight into Alain's mom. She'd neglected to bring her purse when she left, and of course in coming back to fetch it, caught us red handed. She looked a trifle annoyed.
After determining that I wasn't skipping school, she decided that calling my parents wasn't warranted. But she was highly angry at her son for breaking the rules. She told him he was in trouble, but she didn't have time to deal with him just then. I felt really bad as I was in the clear, but my buddy was in it deep.
I told his mom that if Alain was to be punished, I should suffer the same consequences. Of course, I figured the most that would happen was we'd be kept away from each other for a time. I just didn't want my best friend to think that I was leaving him in the lurch. His mother looked at me, raising an eyebrow in a strange but thoughtful look. She questioned me, asking if I was sure that I meant what I said. I smiled, still confident that the fine would be minimal, and assured her I was most sincere. She instructed me not to return until Alain was medically sound, and that he'd call me when he was able. I said ok, and left, totally unconcerned.
Four days later, I saw Alain at the bustop. I greeted him with great enthusiasm, happy that my best bud was on the mend. His greeting was far more restrained, which I put down to having just recovered from an illness. He said to ask my parents if I could come over around seven, as him mom wanted to punish us. Ok I said, giving it no further thought.
That night at the appointed time, I arrived, his mother greeting me as she always did, with genuine affection. I asked where Alain was, as I didn't seem him upon entering. She informed me that he was in the bath, his punishment already taken care of. She asked me if I was still prepared to face the same fate as my youngest mate, and I assured her this was still the case. Well she said, Alain just received a severe spanking. You'll get the same. Two reactions hit me. One there was a jump in my jeans as Mr. Stiffy announced his coming. Also, and probably a bad idea, a smile came over my face. I had fantasized about having his mother spank me, but it was only that. The idea of her paddling me wasn't terribly frightening. She was a fairly large woman, in a beautifully well proportioned way, and though I didn't get a real growth spurt till late high school, my butt was pretty firm and muscular from all the physical activity I engaged in. As we walked towards the bedroom, she queried me about my plans for the evening. I informed her that I didn't have any, and she asked if I could stay and look after Alain, as she and her boyfriend Deidrich, were going out for the evening. I looked up at her and said was he coming over. She smiled and replied that he was already there, as she pushed the door open. Sitting up against the head board of the bed, reading a magazine, sat Deidrich. He smiled as he looked up. I had spent time with him and Alain, just goofing around, and he was a pretty cool guy. I turned to ask if he was going to be there and witness my spanking, only to find the door closed, and her not on my side of it.
The sound of movement came behind me as Deidrich slid to the edge of the bed. I turned towards him, the horror of the situation, becoming painfully clear. At least it would, and very painful indeed. He motioned me over, informing me he wanted to get this over with so that he could leave for the evening. He also added that he was quite sure, I wanted it over as soon as possible.
I strolled over, my emotions conflicted. When Alain and I had wrestled with Deidrich, he had playfully slapped us on the rump. It hadn't hurt, but it gave one a clear idea of how strong he was. He gently began to undo the snap of my jeans. I pulled back, asking him what he was doing. He quietly informed me, that he'd been told I would take a licking the same way Alain had. I nodded my head, even then a man of my word. I undid them, and slid them down to my knees, and placed myself over Deidrich's broad lap. I swallowed a lump in my throat the size of Cleveland, wondering just how bad this might be. I didn't have long to wait.
With no preamble, he began slapping my upturned rear, quickly and repeatedly. After nearly thirty swats he finished. My butt stung, but it was hardly devastating. As I began to rise, he grabbed the waistband of my underwear, and pulled them swiftly down, snagging my hardon as he did so. He then firmly pressed me back down, squashing my dick against his very powerful legs. He raised his body slightly off the bed, holding me firmly on his lap. Then came the pain! A resounding slap, no longer made of flesh. Wooden, unrecognizable, but highly effective.
He laid down a barrage of swats, going back and forth between my cheeks. Covering my entire backside, so that there was no chance of a particular spot numbing out and giving me some sort of relief. The pain was so intense, all sense of time left me. I couldn't have counted the number, even if for some reason I wanted to know how many my poor reddened behind had taken.
When he had finished, he lifted me to my feet. It took me a moment in my haze of pain, to realize he was concentrating on something. As I cleared my vision of the now free flowing tears, I could see what he saw. A large glop of sticky sperm, glommed onto his leg. I apologized, not knowing what his reaction might be. He gingerly helped me up with my clothing, saying simply that it happens. He went over to the closet, the leather belt my friend had once used on me swinging into view. He drew off his trousers, revealing the tightest butt I have ever seen on a guy. He slipped on some jeans, and led me out of the room.
Alain's mom came forward, putting a comforting arm about my shoulders, and hugging me gently. She informed me they'd not be late as I sniffled, and told her ok.
I gently knocked on the bathroom door, as soon as they'd departed. Alain voice echoed through the door, inviting me to come in. He inquired how I was. In reply, I stripped my bottom bare, revealing my extremely well spanked backside. He suggested I get in the tub, and soak for awhile. What was left of my erection, shrunk as I sank into very cold water. It was a fantastic idea though, the chilly water cooling the heat that was radiating from my glowing bottom. Later as we toweled off, we looked at each others posteriors, each of us claiming that our paddling was worse. The claims got louder until we broke into youthful mirth, hugging each other. We dressed, and went into the living room, fighting over the throw pillows so that we could sit comfortably.