This story is about a 13 year old boy, living with his brother and sister-in-law. It depicts spanking M/b, F/b (b not always consenting of course) and some _s_e_x_ual play. If this makes your blood boil, go and read the fairy tales by the GRIMM brothers. Those too are very exciting, even for kids.
This story has been told to me (the writer) by my French friend Marc le Fesseur and his wife Mireille (Mir for the friends). Although I do not endorse their views on child rearing, I found the theme interesting enough to share it with my readers. Compare it with a writer telling how a murder was planned and commited.
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Claude - Jacques' friend - is staying with us. Both have been naughty and Jacques already got the first half of his punishment. Claude was to be sent to his grandparents, but he's begging to be spanked like Jacques.
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CHAPTER 12
"I agree Madame, it's just between me and you anyway, if we're both okay with it, I don't see the harm. Please, punish me like Jacques, but let me stay here till my maman comes back."
"Well my dear boy, that depends on you taking the spanking without any fuss. But I'm warning you, today I am going to give you a good walloping. Do you understand?"
"Yes Madame, I will co-operate", the boy replied, starting to lower his pyjamasbottom.
"Stop that Claude, the humilation of being undressed by me is part of your punishment."
Claude quickly pulled up his trousers again, and stood next to Mir.
As she began lowering his pyamabottom, he flushed with embarrassment. I was bursting with excitement to see Claude's bare bottocks, which stuck out so enticingly through his tight pyjama's bottom.
Claude shivered as the top of his buttocks became exposed. Then he blurted out: "My dad never did that to me .... not even once. Please Mir", he cryed, "dont do that, I'm so ashamed when you all can see my bare bottom!"
She replyed: "I know a spanking on the bare bottom is embarrassing. But that, my young friend, is just an important part of a good punishment."
She continued to lower them ever so slowly. Up to now he never had been naked in front of us. He had already begun to softly cry from the extreme embarrassment. But Mir knew that submission was essential to proper chastisment. Next his flaccid _p_e_n_i_s_ was coming out and finally his little sack showing the shape of his boyish testicles. She continued to lower the pyjamas all the way to the ground.
I wondered what she would do next. Would she have the nerve to put this boy stark naked? The answer followed immediatly. She took hold of the top of his pyjamas and lifted it over his head. Than she took him by his shoulders and forced him to turn around. I saw her look for a moment at his excitement as his pubic region was uncovered while facing her. His little _d_i_c_k_ was rigid again and pointed toward Mir's chest. It was surrounded by thin but evident downy pubic hair. His scrotum was tight, taut against his body, outlining the oval shape of his balls.
At last the boy stood au naturel. For me it was like a dream come true, finally this attractive youth was showing all the beauty of his body to us.
The boy's splendid hillocks were round and full, accentuating the deep cleft between those two muscular, totaly hairless satiny cheeks. Again I noticed there was absolutely no difference in colour between his extremely long legs and those startling bronzed mounds.
Mir took her time as she ran her hand over the luscious buttocks of the boy. She massaged the muscles of his behind till they were tingling. I knew she did this because that way the nerves of his butt were stimulated and became more sensitive to the spanking that soon would follow.
When she saw from his reactions that he was getting aroused, his little joystick pointing high in the air now, she raised the hairbrush and brought it down swiftly right in the center of Claude's bare buttocks.
Smack! Judging on the sound it was a real stinger. Claude uttered a little cry, but remembering what had happened to Jacques when he ran away, he used all his willpower to stay on the spot. He clenched his cheeks and held his breath, fighting to control himself. As a matter of fact he even tryed to show his co-operation by sticking out his butt, inviting Mir to give him his next blow.
SMACK! Twenty seconds later there was again an impact of wood on the defiant supple boyish flesh. This time Claude howled loud: "Ough! My dad or maman never spank me so hard as you do! Stop, oh please stop!" .
SMACK! Ignoring Claude's cries and pleading, Mir went on firmly spanking his quivering buttocks, which rapidly regained a deep red glow.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It cracked down hard on his tender right cheek, then left, then center, then the place where bottom meets thigh, then back to his right cheek and the cycle began again. Claude howled and begged and pleaded to no avail. Mir's hairbrush came raining down, leaving angry red oval imprints all over his 13 year old fanny.
I saw before me the most wonderful sight. A marvellous shaped bare butt of an incredibly beautiful boy becoming hot and very, very red, the 13 year old owner clenching it in anticipation. There was something intensely erotic about it.
I did not understand how he was able to remain standing there and not to run away as Jacques had done. The only explanation I could assume was that the risk of being held at his genitals by a woman was so humiliating to him he rather prefered to endure the heavy pain inflicted by the hairbrush.
Ten minutes later, after some thirty good loud smacks, he was broken and sobbing in complete submission.
Claude was sent to stand next to Jacques against the wall. I knew a break was necessary to let those nerve endings in their brightred bottoms recover so that they can deliver more messages that say the punishment hurts. We left the room to deal with other matters.
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CHAPTER 13
While we had some tea Mir told me she had experienced that her yougher brothers - when being spanked - nearly always got very aroused after a while. She suggested: "Perhaps it's better you let those two go to the bathroom and jerk off before the second part of their spanking?"
"That's not a bad idea", I said, "but I think it's better we keep them under control. It's the only way we can be sure their balls are empty. Thinking about it, climaxing in our presence would also be a confirmation for the boys that masturbating is quite normal and that they may enjoy it whenever they want."
"Yeah, I see your point, okay, we will do it your way."
Back in the familyroom I ordered the boys to come and stand in front of us. They did, but Claude was holding his hands over his privies.
"Claude", I said, "why are you so shy to show us your whole body? I have noticed your overall tan, and I'm sure you have been nude a lot this past summer."
"That's true", he confirmed, "but that was at our healthclub. There all the members are playing in the nude and being with like-minded I dont care what they see."
"That's bullsh*t, and you should know it. Your _s_e_x_u_a_l_ instrument is a beautiful part of your body, and there should be no reason to try and hide it only because Mir and I are wearing clothes."
My message went through and he put his arms akimbo.
"Coming to look at it, Claude, you have a very nice and well developed _p_e_n_i_s_", I emphasized, "I think yours is even a bit longer than Jacques'. Mir will you go and fetch a tape-measure?"
Mir found one in her sewingbasket and took pleasure in measuring both boys' organs. "You are right", she said, "Jacques' measures 7 centimeters what is not bad for a boy his age but Claude's beats him with 12 milimeter."
"Mind you", Jacques objected, "this is not fair. Claude is still aroused by his spanking. You should measure us when we both have a real stiff one."
"That's the spirit", I laughed, "we will deal with that in a few minutes. You will remember you thought yesterday night we were angry because of you playing with each-other dickies. I told you masturbation is quite normal and this is a good occassion for you to experiment with it."
"I now want you to stand in front of each other and grab your opponents willy. On my signal you start to jerk off one another. He who comes last is the winner. Hence it is in your own interest to try and withhold your orgasm as long as possible. To do that you need a lot of will-power and self-control. The winner gets a moderated whipping with the martinet while he lies over my lap. But the looser gets a more painfull thrashing standing bended over before me. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir", both boys answered in unison. I could feel the _s_e_x_ual tension as they turned to face one another. The electricity between the two naked young bodies practically crackled. It seemed they were easily overwhelming the fear and guilt about masturbation that had gnawed at them.
I started my countdown: "five... four... three... two... one... GO!!!"
Claude was the quickest and wrapped his little hand around Jacques' shaft and started to stroke up and down. With his other hand he was fondling his friend's balls. I could see from Jacques' looks it was driving him crazy.
"Does it feel good?" Claude asked with his little boy's high pitched voice. Remembering how shy the boy was last night when he had to change into his pyjamas I was rather surprised to see him take his friend's organ in his hand without reserve, and start to pump it. How it seemed to grow! A moment later, Jacques returned the favor, enclosing Claude's _d_i_c_k_ in his fist. They pumped together and were soon panting deeply.
With eagerness Jacques lets his hands explore Claude's small, soft, slightly wet protruberance. I could see the small organ pulse each time Jacques stroked down it's length, as Claude started rocking his hips slightly to increase the sensation. He seemed quite familiar with the motions required, I noticed. I marvel at how the little frankfurter swells so quick and stands up high, as if it is demanding something, wanting something done to it.
Feeling the swell getting harder and harder, Claude starts moaning, while his breath quickens with the extreme pleasure his friend's hand gives him. He feels he will loose the contest as his excitement quickly builds up. Both _p_e_n_i_s_e_s_ are oozing pre-cum already.
But Claude does not give up yet and with his left hand he starts to strike along his friend's buttcrack. Soon his index finds the little cave and each thrust of his finger over the virgin boy-hole sends a jolt of electricity through Jacques' body and makes him gasp. Pressing hard, his finger finaly slits into that secret cavern. A raging fire builds up in his body. Watching this _s_e_x_y game of the two boys excites me beyond measure and causes my member to need attention on its own.
Jacques reaches the point where he cannot hold his moment of pleasure any longer. He starts screeching his delight: "I'm COMINGGGGGg!!!!!!!" as his orgasm erupts, wracking his body with spasms, sending streams of fire through his brain. His head throws back as he squeals from the sudden orgasm. It looks like he is cumming forever, Jacques' rigid erection trembling and blasting one hot spurt after another against his friend's tummy, the thick white streams running slowly down along the bronzed skin of Claude's stiffy.
The fire finally extinguished, the thirteen year old nearly collapsed on the ground. "Oh boy! That was awesome!", he exclaimed when he was eventually finished cumming.
Claude had stepped back and was staring at his drippingwet tummy and fuzz. "Yeez, Jacques, that was hot, you gave me a real shower." And than realising he won the contest: "That will cost your bottom a nice heavy session with the martinet!! But first you must finish your job with me!"
"Yeah Jacques, that's only fair", I agreed, "You enjoyed a delicious orgasm, now you must help your best friend to reach climax as well."
"Hold it", Mir interfered, "they both have a nice boner now, let's determine their lenghts first, before Jacques becomes flaccid again."
She took a fresh handkerchief and cleaned Claude's tummy and instruments. "That was quite an amount you shot", she lauched at Jacques.
Both _p_e_n_i_s_e_s_ were measured again and now Jacques had the longest, a neat 10 cm, beating his friend by more than a centimeter.
"That's normal 'cause I'm 4 months older", he smiled, "now let's see if I can add an extra centimeter to it." He grabbed his little friend's pecker and soon he was milking him.
Claude's boy-part came back to life as he rubbed around it, standing up just as Jacques' had done. Sighing with the effort, he pushed his _p_e_n_i_s_ up hard into the stroking palm, and immediately he began emitting boyish squeals of bliss, the head of his little love-muscle peeping through the holding fist every time Jacques stroked towards his pubes.
Feeling his lust reaching the point-of-no-return he began thrusting his hips back and forth, grunting with an almost desperate desire, his hands clenched at his sides. He cried out "I'm coming!!!" When he climaxed I saw his entire body shudder as the orgasm went through him, while he moaned of ecstasy.
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CHAPTER 14
I told Jacques to come and stand in front of me and to bend over till his head was the hight of my crotch. I spread my legs and the boy instinctively made a step forwards. Closing my legs again his head was caught between my thighs. Because of his position he was unable now to clench his buttocks.
He stood there, his bums naked and still glowing from Mir's brushspanking, with the cool air wafting between his thighs. I was quite satisfied with the boy's position. His lithe body was taut with expectation, his nude bottom presented in the perfect position for a whipping. Bending as he was, Jacques would not be able to suddenly rise up - the martinet would land sound and safely on his bottom only, not his legs or lower back. I bend over a little bit and got hold of his hot lower cheeks. After a few minutes of gently massaging them I was ready to begin the spanking.
I asked Claude to fetch the martinet. He brought it to me holding both ends of the handle. In the hands of the naked boy it looked kind of a ceremonial offering. He was still aroused and his slender shaft swept from left to right as he stepped towards me.
"Now I want you to spread your legs", I told the boy. Reluctantly he separeted his feet some 20 centimeter. I raised the punishing instrument, bringing it down as hard as I could across his left buttock. SWISH!!!! He screamed in pain and an involutairy spasm jerked the matching leg high in the air. SWISH!!!! I brought the martinet down a second time, this time on his right buttock.
Again I instructed: "Legs apart, at least 50 centimeter."
SWISH!!! Jacques was making high-pitched wails punctuated by screeches every time the swishing thongs smacked his naked buttocks. The biting lashes were wrapping around the sides of the cheeks and stinging him there, too. His buns began to squirm and heave.
SWISH!!!! Slowly and methodically I bring the martinet backwards and forwards, tanning every inch of his naked butt. His tears are no longer embarrassment! They are howls of awfull pain as the sting of the martinet sends alarming messages to his brain.
SWISH!!!! The martinet whips down, a flashing blur, hitting the boy's bare buttocks with a terrific smack! Jacques groans, his bottom ripples with muscular contractions. I continued to sweep his butt with the martinet, alternating cheeks until both were tomato-red.
I grabbed his left cheek with one hand and pryed it apart, well knowing this would bring his puckered anus visible to Mir and Claude. SWISH!!!! I gave it a swift stroke with the martinet, causing him to let out a piercing scream. He moved his tail, trying to evade the martinet but the end of the leather slammed through the cheeks, landing right inside his crease again, lashing the very tender flesh around his hole. I gave him ten swats in the middle of his buttcrack, hoping he would feel that for a long time.
I paused a full minute, letting the pain sink deep in his flesh and then the martinet snapped low across his tail again. Finally, the last, and hardest stroke whipped across his upraised naked buttocks.
It took Jacques ten minutes to stop his bawling, and when he did he still wimpered and sniffling. Mir and I just rested on the loveseat near to him and soaked in the wonderous sight of a well spanked rear. His bottom's skin had flushed to an angry hue now. There wasn't a detail we wanted to miss.
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CHAPTER 15
Mir announced: "Claude, now it's your turn for a session with the martinet , and that will be the end of your punishment. Get over Marc's knee!"
I sat down and beckoned him to lay across my lap. As he stepped towards me I could not concentrate my gaze on anything else except the handsome naked boy approaching me. In fascination I looked a his body. There was a beautiful slenderness to his torso, a narrow waist and ribs with tiny nipples, nearly the same color as his well-tanned chest. His perfect symmetry was accented by a small navel that was indented. His stomach muscles were strained and the furrow between his thigh and hip finally tapered down into his groin. I had a tantalizing view of his boy-genitals, his semi-erect _p_e_n_i_s_ and darkbrown wrinkled ballsack surrounded by small tufts of ruffled golden-blond pubic hair. I was enraptured.
As he bended his belly over my lap, the heat of the blazing and crackling fireplace casted a reddish glow over his young, rounded and smooth cheeks and his long legs. I lifted his ass up a bit so that it offered me a better target.
He lay across my knees, his bright red butt sore from Mir's spanking and throbbing, his slender but long _p_e_n_i_s_ hard and also throbbing. I opened my legs and I noticed his member fall into the gap. I felt Claude's little dick pulsing against my thigh, and I was loving every minute of it. I rubbed my hand over the boy's silky-soft buttocks. I cupped each muscular bottom-cheek in turn, testing them for resilience. Looking at his stretched nude body, I began to realize how truly beautiful the little blond boy was.
He wriggled plaintively, his bare behind vulnerable and twitching nervously. Waiting for the spanking to begin he thrusted his buttocks higher in the air, leaving a small gap between his belly and my thighs. It looked like an unspoken invitation... Could that really be his purpose? I was at a loss for what to do next. I was frozen by the situation. Frozen by lust for this magnificent body. Frozen by the fear of breaking the society's taboo of a man stroking a young teen-ager's erection. But it also fueled my desire to continue further. I decided to challenge my luck. Ever so slow my left hand slid under his tummy touching the softness of his fuzzy pubic hair. He uttered a deep sigh and shove his body slightly forwards till his weenie touched my little finger, provocatively confirming what I had suspected. Sensing that he wouldn't mind, I placed my hand over it, covering it completely as my fingers fondled his tiny balls, his dick pressing warm and snug against my palm. I was rewarded with a soft, barely audible moan, as Claude slightly pushed his hips, increasing the pressure against my hand. Holding his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ I pushed the foreskin towards his pubes, feeling the head coming into life. Trying to help me to hold his joystick, his body arched a little more. This left him with his smooth buttocks excitingly upturned.
"Is it in this position your dad holds you over his lap when he's going to spank you?", I asked.
"Yes Sir, he does", he wispered.
'That's fine', I thought, 'it sounds like the boy is accustomed to be held at his little pecker during his spankings, hence it's no big deal I'm doing the same now.'
I loved the feeling of the boy's engorged _p_r_i_c_k_ sliding through my hand. With pounding heart I stroked the unbelievable softness of that part of his skin. Postponing his punishment for an other minute my free hand wandered over his body, truly exploring him for the first time. I started high, between his shoulder blades, and let my hand descend over the bumps of his spine, that disappeared in the deep cleft between the magnificent protruded buttocks. I massaged the round baby-soft flesh of his cheeks, at the same moment stroking along his pulsing boyhood. In both hands his skin felt so soft, so tender, it gave me a illusion of fruits: a little peeled banana, two nuts and two fuzzy peaches, ripe and ready.... The redcoloured skin of those peaches ready to receive the teasing kisses of the martinet.
Suddenly remembering the purpose for him laying over my lap, not for playing but for a spanking, I raised the martinet and the implement hished down to the well exposed target. When I lifted it, a bundle of white lines appeared, but quickly turned to red, halfway down the sunbronzed cheeks of his bottom. The boy's reaction was most gratifying. He gave a sharp yelp at the suddenness and acuteness of the stinging pain and his legs shot up parallel to his trunk. While he was in this position I hit him again, just up from the first one. My martinet gave no mercy, striking back and forth, causing his young tight cheeks to bounce, then resume their normal shape.
Claude was soon kicking and screaming for mercy, his body struggling to provide the breath his cries of distress needed. The strands of the martinet spread over his round globes- burying their pain deep inside the young butt - not the same sting as a handspanking but a deeper, harsher pain - loads of sting followed by a hot pain throbbing through his tender flesh....
"Oh, Marc, please stop, it stings so much, I cannot stand it any longer!", he begged.
"Indeed young man, this is what a good applied punishment should feel like!" And I martineted his bum again, and again, each time in a slightly different place across those attractive mounds, each time eliciting a shriek and a plea for an end. I don't mean that there was any cruelty involved, just that he learned he had certain limits and if those were breached he were in a lot of trouble.
I told him to spread his legs a little, opening his cheeks and started martineting him longways into his buttcrack. There was the expected SPLAT! as the thongs connected with the defenseless crevice, and then a series of red stripes appeared marking where the contact had been made.
He writhed wildly and the cheeks of his beautiful behind frantically clenched and unclenched, as the pain of the wellaimed strokes blazed through the nerve-endings surrounding his anus. Only at this point did it strike him that I would be receiving a perfect, uninterupted view of his butthole. A deep blush covered his whole young body, showing that he realised his exteme vulnerability.
SMACK! I raised the martinet and brought it down with a whistling stroke across the centre of the plump and fleshy target. SMACK! His legs flailed as he tried to move his unprotected buttocks out of the way of the punishing thongs. I admired his bottom as it wobbled and shook with each lash.
SMACK! He began to cry louder and louder. "Oh, please, please STOP!" he cried. But I knew I could ignore this pleading as I received a completly different message from my left hand! He indeed was lifting his tummy each time the martinet swished down, and letting his lower body fall down on impact. The resulting movement of his hips made his rigid joystick move downwards, clearly _f_u_c_k_ing into my clenching fist. Tentative I slid my little finger over the tip of his glans and felt it was dripping-wet from boyish forecum.
I wanted to show the boy that I still loved him by relieving his needs, but decided against it. Having read a lot of real life testimonies at MMSA Stories Spanking Pages I knew this could result in the boy linking misbehaviour and the resulting painfull punishment with _s_e_x_u_a_l_ pleasure. And that most certainly was not the purpose of this excercise!
"Put your hands on your buttocks", I ordered him, "holding one cheek in each hand and open your crack as wide as you can."
Grasping why I wanted this, he clenched his cheeks closely together and begged: "Non Monsieur Marc, ne frappez pas directement dans mon crevasse."
"Do as told, and do it quick! You are getting one last swish, and it will be a scorcher. I'm sure it will have an effect on your bottom like the bouquet during fireworks. The big bang, so to say."
Gingerly each hand clasped one of the hot cheeks. He parted his buttocks, exposing the full depth of his crack, while I raised my right thigh, pushing his bottom out further, waiting for the cruel kiss of the martinet. The boy looked extremely vulnerable now. He held his crack so wide open I could see everything: his little anus, the darkened opening, puckered almost like tiny lips, the small ridge of his perineum and even his scrotum.
I launched a backhanded swat with the martinet. The thongs hit the open target from tailbone to ballsack. The result was better than expected. He tried to stand up and let loose a shriek that made the neighbours' dog to start barking. But I just in time squeezed my fist round his swollen pecker and held him in position for an other minute. All that time I kept him over my lap, stroking his hot buttocks. I noticed his sphincter muscles contract heavy and waited till his butt stopped quivering.
"Voila, that's it for today Claude", I said, "I'm very pleased with you, you took your punishment as a man. You may rub your bottom now."
I lifted him off my knees, and he reached back to grab one buttock in each hand. He jumped up and down like a frog in front of us, frantically rubbing the heat out of his glowing buttocks. From time to time he danced around and howled while holding his rear end, his lean brown body now shamelessly revealed. His boyish slender shaft now was arching upwards, showing a well developed dimension. This once so shy boy now jumped around, forgetting all modesty, just holding his sore, red bottom, and leaving his private parts exposed to everyone. During the next two to three minutes we were allowed to examine the outstanding erection which he had gotten during the flogging. He was very close to an orgasm again, the narrow slit of the purple head glistening of droplets of pre-cum. I noticed his shrivelled scrotum had retracted round his heavy swollen balls, full again of young semen. But he wasn't the only one having an erection.
"Are you going to behave from now on?" I asked.
Claude snuffled quietly, his ragged breath coming in short, hitching gasps. It took him more than one minute before he was able to answer: "Yes, Marc, I will respect all houserules in the future."
'Boys will be boys, and as such are tended to try and stretch their boundaries', I thought.
"We will see how long it takes before you end up over my lap again", I expressed my wishfull thinking.
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NOTE TO MY READERS: Thank you all for your interest, especialy to those who took the time to email me. Your reactions became so overwhelming I could not reply to everybody separatly.
Here ends the story written in French. Encouraged by your reactions I might continue writing direct in English. Please let me know in what direction you would like the story evolve. Emails to: Marc_le_fesseur@email. com
NOTE pour MES LECTEURS: Merci de vos encouragements. Plusieurs de vous m'ont demandés d'envoyer les originaux en Français. Ayant eu pas mal de problèmes lorsque je les ai publiés - en 1996, juste avant l'affaire Dutroux - je n'ose plus les mettre à disposition, ayant pas le moindre possiblité de controler les origines des e-mails. Merci de votre comprehension.
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