Just a little over a week ago I was in the bathroom jerking off in a hotel bathroom while my father was spanking my friend. I never finished the job (never "paid the bill" as my friend Lee likes to call it), and I would have to wait a few days later until I could succeed in having my first moistened orgasm. AHHH! MAN! It was the best – such a delightful release!. Unfortunately, it (errrrr) came while I was the one being spanked! It had been such a wonderful, horrible, embarrassing experience, and it left me searching for answers about my own _s_e_x_uality – about what turned me on.
I instantly became obsessed.
In the week since that happened I found myself more and more being drawn to the pleasure of the pain. Every night and every morning I would bust a nut with images of spanking, and men, and boys, and pain, and me, and my father. The obsession became too much, as those long, hot summer days became just annoying hours between the times when I could play with myself again. So, it was inevitable that I would take a moment out of the middle of the afternoon and get my groove back.
I left the bathroom about a minute after Gavin had gone upstairs. I carried my pants, shirt and underpants in my hands and walked slowly. I stopped outside of the door and looked around – I wasn't sure who I was expecting to see standing there. It was just Gavin and I after all. Still, I felt a strange presence. I quickly put my shirt back on (while I had wanted to feel totally naked and helpless, slight modesty had crept back).
I tugged at my shirt to make it cover my bare mid-section. It didn't. I kept inspecting myself to make sure there was no remaining "baby batter" clinging to my inner thighs. Luckily there wasn't – I really didn't want to explain any of that to Gavin. I wasn't his father, for crying out loud. Oh sure, it's one thing for him to pretend to understand what Lee is talking about when he's over bragging, it's another....
....wait....what am I doing?....I'm getting side tracked again....I closed my eyes....breathed in.....and continued walking....
"Spanked Boy walking!" I imagined someone yelling out.
Actually, I was kind of digging this part – the walking naked in my own house with nothing on but a shirt deal. Alanis is right about this – it t really is a wonderful sensation. After a moment of tentative hesitation, it's rather freeing to be without textiles. Walking up the stairs, I could almost hear my swinging nuts saying "Thank you!" for liberating them from my undershorts.
I got to the top of the steps and looked at the bathroom door. Gavin was in there, making a stink.
"Is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" I snapped.
"You naked yet?" he asked, with a giggle.
"Of course," I said looking at my shirt.
"Ah, man!" he whined. "That's part of the fun - watching you strip."
"I do still have a shirt on."
"Off with it!" he said, with as much authority as a ten tear old boy could muster while sitting on the john.
"Oh, come on," I complained. "Can't I just keep that on?"
"Don't you mean to say, 'MAY I keep it on?'" he said with a really evil laugh. "The answer to both questions is, 'No.'"
"Ahhh, jeez." I then heard the toilet flush.
"I like my naughty boys the same way I like my coffee," he said, opening the door. "With nothing on!"
"You don't drink coffee, Gavin," I said, with a cold stare.
"Well, for all you know I might," he said, snapping his fingers at me to loose the shirt.
"It will stunt your growth."
"For all you know, I could be a 45 year old midget."
"I've seen your wiener, dude," I said, pointing at his shorts. "You ain't no adult."
Gavin laughed at that one. "I could have shaved it off. For all you know, it could have been shaved like...."
"Come on," I said, cutting him off, as I took off my shirt in the hallway. We walked to my bedroom. "Let's get this thing over with."
"Yippee!" he said. "I can't wait to try out the slipper."
"Slipper?" I said, turning around. "You are going to use a slipper on me?"
"Yeah!" Gavin said, bobbing head up and down. "It'd going to be THE bomb!
"Uh-huh."
"I figured I could get more of your big butt in less time."
"So, less whacks then, right?" I said, putting my clothes on the foot of my bed.
"No way," he said with a laugh. "I also figured that if I did the same number of whacks, but both cheeks at the same time, then would hurt more than the same number but divided between two buns." He then sat on the bed. "Understand?" he asked, putting the slipper to one side. "Divided we stand, or some _s_h_i_t_ like that."
"Sounds like you've been thinking about this a lot," I said, leaning over his lap.
"The only kind of home work I am really good at," he chuckled, adjusting me over his lap.
"Yeah, it....ahhhh....sounds like you-you are going to-ahhhhh-ahhhh," I was getting really nervous, and trying to maintain a normal conversation, in this tone, was difficult. "Ahem, it sounds like you have learned quite a bit."
"So, you have anything to say to me?"
"Ahhhh, I'm sorry." I turned my head around to see him.
"No, not something like that," he laughed. "Do you have something new YOU can teach me?"
"Something new? What do you mean?"
SPANK! His hand came down hard, and surprised me.
"You know, like with the bathtub," he smiled, pleased with my shock.
SPANK! I guess the spanking had started!
"That was excellent!" he said loudly. "The bath tub!"
SPANK!!
"Oooh....well, for you it was."
SPANK!!
"Oh, please. You sound like a baby already!"
SPANK!
"Am I going to need to diaper you!"
SPANK!
"OOOOF! No!" This casual conversation was really ticking me off!
SPANK!
"What a baby, and we haven't even really started yet," he chuckled, sounding like my father.
SPANK!
"I'm just getting you warmed up!"
SPANK!
"Oooooh!" I said, unable NOT to laugh; that was pretty funny. "Is that what you're doing...."
SPANK!!
"Oooooh....because it sure FEELS like I'm being spanked!"
SPANK! SPANK!
"Ha! That's a good one!" Gavin laughed, laying down another hard whack.
SPANK!
"I got one, dude," he said, stopping for a moment. "Knock knock?"
"Ahhhhh....who is ....ahhhhh....there....?" I don't know, this really seemed rather inappropriate spanking discussion.
"Boo," he said with a chuckle, the back of his hand running itself up and down my ass.
"Ahhhhh....boo who?"
SPANK! SPANK!
"Ahh, look at the baby crying all ready!" He started laughing hysterically. "I love that one!"
SPANK!
"MMMmmmmmm....I bet!"
SPANK!
"My Uncle Larry told me that one...."
SPANK!
"....he's a great jokester."
SPANK!!
"Oooooooh!" I said, wiggling a bit, as I flung my hand around. "OK! STOP!"
SMACK!!
His hand came down and smacked my hand.
"Hey, move that!" he complained. "No fair!"
"Dude," I said, turning my head around. "You gotta stop with the talking!"
"What do you mean? Your Daddy said I needed to talk to you during the spanking."
"Not like that!" I rolled my eyes. "Gav, you need to tell me how bad I've been, and how this will teach me a lesson, and how I won't be sitting down for a week, yadda-yadda-yadda...._s_h_i_t_ like that."
"I was gonna."
"You can't be telling knock-knock jokes while you are spanking me, you wanna know why?"
"Why?" he sighed.
"Because I won't think their funny!" I shifted more on my side so I could see him better. "When you are beating me, cut the small talk, ok? You need to pretend that you are in control."
"I thought I was in control," he said, narrowing his eyebrows. "I'm the one spanking you, after all."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all well and good, and I'm sure that that slipper is going to sting like hell, but you weren't really paying attention at what you were doing," I said. My hand was still on my butt, and I was taking the opportunity to rub the sting as best I could.
"Yeah I was."
"Gavin?" I said in the "I know you are lying" tone.
"Well, sort of."
"When you are spanking me, you are, in essence, playing the role of my father, got it?"
"Yeah." I could tell Gavin didn't like being lectured – but he did want me to teach him.
"So, when you are spanking me, you need to picture yourself as a father who is driving a car."
"Driving a car?" he giggled. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Hear me out, dude," I said, shifting further on my side – at this point I really didn't care that Gav could see my erect dick. "When a father is driving a car, he is in total control. He doesn't let mindless chitchat get in the way of what he is doing. He is focused, and sure of himself, and knows where he is going, how far he's going to take the car. Understand?"
"No," he laughed. His eyes were busy darting up and down from my crotch to my eyes.
"Just keep your EYES on the road!" I snapped.
"Fine, whatever, if you mean that I shouldn't chat with you, then fine, I won't chat with you."
"Ok, then." I shifted back around. I couldn't tell if I made my point, or if he was simply humoring me.
"You seem to know what you were doing about getting spanked."
"Well," I laughed, moving my hand. "Sadly, that's one subject I am an expert at."
"What if you run out of stuff to teach me, teach?" he laughed, placing his small hand back on the bud of my fanny. I closed my eyes. "How about some of that stuff Lee was talking about?" he asked." Think he can come by and give me some pointers?"
"NO!" I shouted, from my prone state. "Lee is not your instructor, now pipe down and do it." Even though I knew he was teasing, it was pissing me off.
"If I want to talk to Lee, I can talk to Lee."
"But he's my friend!" I whined.
"So! He seems to know a lot about spankings, and stuff."
"It's the 'and stuff' I'm worried about," I opened my eyes and looked at the floor. My neck was hurting from turning and unturning. "You are too young to be hearing some of that stuff."
"Don't worry about me."
"I have to....I'm your babysitter, and...."
"And what?"
"Nothing." I shut my eyes again.
"The only thing you should be worrying about right now is that very aggravated slipper over there," he laughed. "It's one pissed off foot covering, dude."
"I really just think that....!"
"Listen, Matt," he said, as his left arm wrapped around me and pulled me close to his chest. "Most of the time you are the boss of me, and that's ok. I'm cool with that. But when you are over my lap, it's like you were saying about that driving crap: I am the one in charge."
"But I'm suppose to teach you....!"
"And you have, and you will, but right now you just need to shut up," he said, raising his hand again. "It's like you said, too much talking."
"Just promise me that you won't talk to...."
"No, Matt,"
"But it's MY job to give you advice!"
"I have listened to your advice, and I have decided not to take it." SPANK! SPANK! "From here on out,...." SPANK! SPANK! "....my job is to spank you" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! "And your job is to wiggle and cry." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! "You do know how to wiggle and cry, dontcha?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! "It's very easy...." SPANK!! SPANK! "I'll help you remember!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"OOOOOOOH!" I finally cried out, to his delight.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"You should never back talk me again, Matt!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! OH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"That's what I love to hear!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! OOOOOH!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Cry for me, baby!" he howled with laughter. "Cry for Gavin!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"YEOOOOW! OH GOD! NOOO! NOO! NOOOO!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! You know you deserve this, boy!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"PLEEEEEASE! OOOOH! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"You are such a bad child, Matt," he tsked-tsked. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I SWEAR! OOOOOH! I – I – I OOOOOH! PLEEEEASE!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Swearing is what got you in trouble to begin with, buddy," he laughed.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! OOOOOOOH!! NOOOOO!!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!