"So what are you doing here when you should be in school?"

The thirteen year old boy hung his head.

He looked cute and vulnerable in his school uniform, standing by the washbasins in the toilet. His hair was fair and curly. He was short for his age. His skin was fair and freckly. His eyes were blue. His trousers were light grey, his shoes shiny black leather, his shirt white, his tie yellow and black, his blazer black.

"I think I'd better take you to your school or your parents."

"Please don't do that, Sir!"

"Well you'll have to get punished some way."

"Couldn't you do it?"

"Me? Well... I don't think your parents would like you going off with a stranger...."

"They wouldn't know, Sir, honest! I'm not exactly likely to tell them, am I?"

"That's true."

The man was in his late fifties, rather seedy, thin and short, balding. He was called Eric. He led the boy, whose name was Chris, to his apartment, not far away.

As he led Chris indoors, he called, "OK Tom, it's only me."

A tall, burly, grey haired man, dressed in a white string vest and blue jeans, came into the hallway. "This is Chris," Eric said. "I caught him out of school, in the toilets. He wants me to punish him, instead of telling the school. As a secret."

"Ah," Tom said. "Right. Let's go in the living room."

The living room was large, doubling as a dining area. The two men sat at the dining table and had Chris stand, facing them.

"How do you get punished at home, Chris?" Eric asked.

"I get the belt," Chris said.

"Where?"

"On my bum."

"Ah," Tom said, "your bare bum?"

"Oh no," Chris said, " on the seat of my trousers."

"Hmm," Eric said, "We don't use the belt. We only use our hands. But we spank our bums bare."

"You mean I'll have to take my trousers down?" Chris asked, a quiver in his voice.

"Oh no," Tom replied, "You won't do anything. We treat you like a naughty little boy. We do the undressing."

"And we don't just take your trousers and underpants down," Eric said. "We strip you naked, Chris."

"Perhaps you'd like us to tell on you instead...." Tom said.

"Oh no...." Chris said, "I'm in enough trouble already...."

"OK," Tom said, standing, "Let's have your blazer off for starters." He gently pulled the black blazer off Chris' shoulders.

"And have you sitting on the table, legs dangling over the edge," Eric said, lifting Chris bodily and sitting him on the table.

"Spread your legs wide," Eric continued.

Chris obeyed. Eric and Tom each moved a chair so that they could each sit in front of one leg. They each took a foot and undid Chris' shoes, then peeled off his socks. Chris was already starting to blush.

"Lie back along the table, Chris," Tom said. He arranged Chris so he was flat on the table, legs and arms spread wide.

The two men sat at the table, surveying Chris.

"Before long," Eric said, undoing two of Chris' shirt buttons and putting his hand inside, palm down on Chris' stomach, "I'll have this shirt and tie and the top of you will be naked."

"And before long," Tom said, his hand stroking Chris' inner thigh, "we'll have these trousers down and you'll just be in your underwear. What sort of underwear do you wear, Chris?" (Tom had undone two more shirt buttons and was stroking Chris' chest.)

"Briefs, Sir." Chris said.

Tom was stroking both inner thighs now. "What colour briefs?" Eric asked, slipping off Chris' tie and unbuttoning some more.

"White Sir," Chris said, going very red.

"You're going very red," Eric said.

"And I think I know why," Tom said, pointing to a growing bulge in Chris' trousers. "The thought of being naked is making Chris go hard."

"So it is," Eric said, sitting Chris up and removing his shirt, then lying him back again.

"Time to take these trousers off," Tom said. He undid Chris' belt and top buttons, then unzipped. "Lift your bottom, Chris," he commanded - and slid down his trousers, pulling them off his ankles.

It was a good five inches, pressing the thin white cotton upward. "Not bad," Tom said, lifting the elasticated waist band of Chris' briefs up, and then pulling it down to just below his hairless dick and balls.

"Very nice," Eric agreed.

Tom pulled the briefs right off. Chris was naked.

Eric picked Chris up and carried him into his bedroom.

They lay Chris over four pillows, his legs spread. Then they started to spank. Not very harshly, just continuously, so gradually the heat built in Chris' buttocks and he started to squirm, and then moan, and then beg them to stop...

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