"He's a very pretty kid. How old is he?" I asked, looking at the photograph.
"Actually 14." The man replied as we sat together in his car.
It's a long story, but basically we met through an ad. The man was called Dave - in his late fifties. He ran a retail outlet.
"14! He looks no more than 13 at most." The photo was black and white, the boy thin and tall, with short black hair, a pretty face, brown doe eyes, long eyelashes. He looked so cute in his school trousers, shirt and tie. How come you're about to spank him?"
"I caught him wanking in a store room. By all accounts, his parents are seriously old-fashioned. He begged me not to tell them, said he'd do anything, accept any punishment, so I suggested a bare-butt spanking, secret between him and me."
"So he knows what he's in for?"
"Half. I didn't say I'd be looking to have a witness; and I didn't tell him the detail."
"And when's it to happen?"
"Tomorrow. He's to come in as usual after school, but then I take him elsewhere for the punishment."
"Where do you have in mind?"
"I have a key to a scout hut, not in use that night."
"What if someone sees the lights on?"
"They won't - it's on an adventure site, out of town. Are you game?"
"Sure."
... ...
I met them half-way to the site and tailed them the rest of the way.
The site was truly remote, approached through gated tracks, with padlocks on the gates.
It was dark when we arrived and I didn't get my first good look at Jamie until we were inside. Dave had led us through a large assembling room into a kitchen area, where he had drawn curtains, put on some heating and was making us some tea. Jamie was everything the photo had promised, standing shyly before us now in his purple school blazer, white shirt, grey v-neck pullover, black tie and long trousers, grey socks and shiny black shoes.
"Jamie's quite scared about having to undress and be spanked in front of two men, aren't you Jamie?" Dave said.
Jamie nodded, taking his cup of tea.
"Well, we can build things up slowly," I said. "For example, Jamie, just put your tea down for a minutes while it's cooling and bend forward across the table here."
Jamie obediently put down his cup and bent across the table, his legs a little apart. "You see, Jamie," I said, "we can see your bottom already, even with your trousers on." I folded his blazer back. "And now we can see even more. Why look, I can see you are wearing some kind of briefs.." I traced the elasticated legs of his underpants with my finger... "and we can see the crack between your two bum cheeks..." I slid my finger down the length of his fissure. He shivered.
I let him stand up. He joined us at the kitchen table for his tea. "You see," I said, "it's not so scary really. Before you know it, we'll have that blazer off."
"Then the shoes," Dave said.
"Yes, so you'll be in your stockinged feet," I said. "And your trousers of course."
"So you'll be in your underpants," Dave said.
"Yes, your underpants," I said. "What colour are your briefs, Jamie?"
"Erm... white," he said, blushing.
"In your white briefs, then," I said.
"And his pullover, shirt and tie." Dave said.
"Oh yes, those too, " I agreed, "Until we take them off. Are you wearing a vest?"
"Yes."
"White?"
"Yes."
So you'll be in your white vest and your white pants and your grey socks," Dave said.
"Waiting for us to undress you even more," I said.
Jamie had gone from red to white. He gulped down the last of his tea.
"I think we'll lie you on your back on the table," I said.
We moved our cups and had him lie back on the long wooden table, his hands under his head. "Oh, I think I can see your willie as well," I said, touching his bulge, "Just here."
"And here," Dave said, standing opposite me on the other side of the table and pressing a different part of the bulge. Jamie wriggled sensitively and started to go red again.
"Shall we have his shoes off?" I asked Dave.
"Might as well."
Taking a foot each, we unlaced his shoes and took them off.
"Might as well do the socks while we're here," Dave said.
We made his feet naked.
"I think we should have his trousers off," I said.
"All yours," Dave said.
I folded the hem of his pullover back and undid his black leather belt. I unbuttoned and unclasped his top button and clip. I drew down his zip. His white shirt covered his briefs. "Lift your bottom a moment, Jamie," I said. He did this and I pulled his trousers to his knees, then on down and off his ankles.
"You have nudey feet and legs," Dave said, running his hand up and down Jamie's legs, from feet to thigh. I did the same. His legs were smooth and hairless.
"I think we'll have you standing on the table," Dave said.
Jamie scrambled to his feet and stood in blazer, pullover, shirt, tie, vest and pants, looking down at us.
"Pass the blazer down," Dave said airily.
Jamie took off his blazer and handed it down.
"And your tie," I said.
He unknotted it and dropped it to the table.
"And your pullover and shirt," Dave commanded.
Jamie pulled off his jumper and handed it over, then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Jamie was standing barefoot and barelegged in a white vest tucked into white Y-fronts. His bottom was small and sweetly curved. There was a soft bulge in his crotch.
"Come down now," I said.
He came down and we had him stand before us, hands clasped behind his bottom, as we sat together on a bench by the table.
"What shall we take off next?" I asked Dave.
"Could be his vest," Dave said.
"Could be his pants," I said.
"Let's have his vest first," Dave said. "Give us your vest, Jamie."
Looking palpably nervous, Jamie handed over his vest, exposing his long smooth chest and upper abdomen.
"You're about to be naked, Jamie," Dave said.
"Yes," I ageeed, "we'll be able to see you your bare butt," I said.
"And your balls," Dave said.
"And your dick," I said.
"You'll be completely at our mercy, Jamie," Dave said.
"Our little slave boy," I said.
"Our NAKED little slave boy," Dave said.
"I think we'll bend you back across the table," I said.
We had him bend across the table, hands grasping the far side, legs well spread.
"Let's look inside these Y-fronts," Dave said. He pulled back the elastic so we could see Jamie's arsecheeks.
"Looks good, let's see more," I said.
We had Jamie put his legs closer together so we could pull his underpants to his ankles - and we had him step out of them, before bending forward again, legs spread.
Jamie's butt was hot and tight, slim but firm. The position he was in let us see inside some of his cleft.
"Looks spankable," I said, "but I want to make sure it's clean first."
I went to the sink, moistened a dishcloth, put some detergent on it and came back to wash his butt cheeks. "Can't quite get right inside," I said. "Lie on the table on your back, Jamie."
I had the naked boy lie on his back on the table and draw his knees up onto his chest. This time, his butt hole was completely exposed and I began to wash it. As I did, his dick started to harden. He made as if to cover himself, but Dave went behind him and held his hands down. He went very hard - a thin 5" with a tiny black bush. He was blushing furiously.
I dried his butt and we took him into the common room, his dick bouncing in front of him. I sat on an armless chair and put him over my knee. After its washing, his butt was white and cool. I smacked it, hard. And again. And again many times.
When he was good and red and kicking and yelling, I passed him to Dave...
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