Home For a Taste


by Okayda <OKayda@aol.com>

John and I were in a pool tournament at a local bar. He was doing well and I wwas not, which meant that I began to sulk. I began to make sarcastic remarks that were starting to tick him off. Finally, he told me I was going to get a "taste of leather" when we got home, which meant a whipping with his belt. This started to make me nervous so I stopped for a little bit but then I guess I couldn't control myself. AFter a little more, he told me "That's two." That sort of stunned me because he had never given me two whippings at once. I finally left him alone but I guess it was too late.

On the way home, he laughed and told me he was going to beat my ass red when we got there. I had no doubt that he was going to do just that and I was getting pretty scared. "Whack!" John said, "That's the sound of my belt landing on your ass." I didn't say anything.

As soon as we got to our apartment, and the door shut, John unbuckled his belt and slipped it off from his jeans. He quickly doubled it up and made a loud snap with the belt. "Let's get in the bedroom and take care of business!" I went into the bedroom followed by John and his belt.

"Get your pants down and lay on the bed!" He ordered. He didn't have to tell me as he had done this many times before. I lowered my jeans and laid on the bed, burying my face in my pillow hoping he would just go away. WHACK! John took a hard full swing and drove his belt into my butt. The thin covering offered by my white briefs didn't seem much protection. WHACK! WHACK! John never talked or lectured, usually, when he was whipping. Just the WHACK! of the belt. He gave me about another dozen strokes before he told me to get up. I stood up, pulling my pants up and we went into the living room.

John laid his doubled up belt on the coffee table and lit up a cigarette. He looked at me apraisingly. "Feel like a smart ass, now?" He told me to go get him a beer and I went to the kitcher and brought back two beers, thinking maybe he would loosen up and maybe not even remember he had promised me two sessions. That hope was dashed pretty quickly.

"Don't get too relaxed, we got some more business to take care of." He smiled as he said it but it wasn't his butt, I guess. After he finished his cigarette, he stood up and picked up the old belt. He tipped his head towards the bedroom and said, "Lets get it out of the way."

We went back into the bedroom and I pulled my jeans down and laid face down on the bed again. Before I was even really ready, it came KERRACK! WHACK! WHACK! All I could do was groan. He didn't like me to move around or try to get out of the way and that would just earn extra licks. If you just laid there and didn't argue, you usually didn't get more than fourteen licks or so. WHACK WHACK! God, it hurt and they were really hard licks. Finally, the fourteenth stroke came WHACK!

"Any other smart ass comments, young man?" John asked. I shook my head no and John took the belt and left my room. Two sessions were more than I had ever gotten and I slept for a few night on my stomac


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