For adults only. If you are not at least 18, you deserve a good long hard spanking for reading this. All this is fiction and no one living or dead is part of this story, so just enjoy it and have fun. M. P.
My roommate is a very imaginative person who always looks out for me because I like to be on the lazy side. Well I came home and was greeted by my roommate who wasn't mad or upset with me, but I could sense in his voice a scheming and plotting here. My roommate helps me behave myself by various means, but mostly by spankings. I let him spank me because most of the times I deserve it anyway, and he is able to correct me, and it gets us nice and horny in the process.
Usually if I am that naughty obviously the classic over the knee position once my pants are opened up and pulled down to my knees, and my boxers soon to be grasped at the elastic waistband and pulled down to join my pants. I love to wear either cotton cargo pants or athletic nylon track pants, like Adidas, Puma etc. This time I was in a nice comfy oversize white T-shirt, and a pair of cargo pants with moderate thickness, and was wearing Nike soccer America shorts underneath since I was going to scrimmage with the guys later tonight.
Boy oh boy, was I wrong this time about that. My roommate asked me about the dishes, the vacuuming, the bathroom cleaning, and cleaning my room. Of course I was supposed to clean them up and vacuum. I didn't and told him I spaced it and that I would get to it later when I got back from my scrimmage.
My roommate is not sly for nothing, because he had already figured out a deal for my non-labor ways. I'll let you go tonight, but I am going to give you a creative spanking first. A creative spanking I questioned? I'll even let you keep your pants on and what you are wearing underneath. Wow, I thought, what a deal, I couldn't pass that up. My roommate never lets me keep my pants on, or my shorts underneath. He has this thing about shame and all that crap, and likes to bring home that naughty little boy embarrassment.
I hesitated thinking that there was more to this and that I should not go for it. My roommate said either take this offer or you can't go tonight, and you are grounded for a month, and you will have extra chores to do too.
Ah _s_h_i_t_ I thought, I never miss a scrimmage, so I agreed to my roommate's terms. I was pondering that it was great I had these pretty thick cotton cargo pants on with pockets and my soccer shorts though nylon are lined too, so my butt would be well protected.
First I am the world's greatest bongo drum player, and your butt is my drum and I have a long strong song to play on your drum butt. I laughed at him and just laid over his knees in a way where he sat Indian style and my legs went passed around him leaving my cargo pants covered butt for his drumming. He then started his rapid-fire bongo beat on my butt. The first minute or two didn't hurt much, and then he picked up the tempo and beat my butt to a hard burning rhythm. Whack after whack with a hard beat my pants were getting hot, as was my butt too. The protection that I thought I had was not all that great now, as the heat became greater and greater. I began to squirm more and more as the heat was now getting very uncomfortable. My roommate continued his bongo assault on my smartly pants covered butt making me ache and writhe with his beat. Finally he stopped and told me to stand in the corner with my hands on my head, and not to touch my butt at all.
I did as I was told. He went to his room and came back out with a bag. The contents I didn't know, but was certain my butt would meet each one of those contents. My roommate told me to come over to him and get down doggie style on all fours. I did, and my roommate reached into the bag and brought out a horsewhip. Now, I am a horse jockey and you are the horse, and we are in a big race like the Kentucky Derby. I was running too slowly, and I needed whipping my roommate said. So, without further fanfare, he whipped my stretched cotton cargo pants left cheek, repeatedly, wish, wish whap, wish the whipped made, and my left butt cheek was now on fire with a sharp red heat. My roommate switched hands and whipped my right cheek, over and over again. He continued to whip me, and alternate hands till it was the end of the race by his imagination. By this time I was sweating and beginning to cry from the punishment my butt was taking. I couldn't believe how easily the whip penetrated my pants and soccer shorts.
Next my roommate got up and told me to go over to the dining room table and bend over the edge laying my torso flat on the table and to spread my legs. I did so, as he once again dug in the bag and pulled out a ping-pong paddle.
I am a ping- pong champion and I am in a match and we are in a slamming contest with each other my roommate said. So without anything further my roommate swung back and slammed that paddle into my left butt cheek of my pants. I screamed loudly in pain. Next the right cheek, and on he went not giving me a chance to recover from the previous swat. Over and over again alternating cheeks again, he spanked me and I was crying openly now as the paddle did its work on my aching butt. I was trying to move from side to side, but my roommate's aim was accurate and his game relentless. I couldn't believe how many swats he was giving me. He continued his assault on my butt as if a gold medal was waiting for him. Spank after spank, my seat took the wooden, and rubber paddles' bite. Finally he stopped again.
He said, ok now the last part now. I just lay there crying from my punished butt. My pants offering no protection from his tools of punishment amazed that there was still more to go. My roommate took out this thick dark hardwood stick and pulled out one of the armless dining room chairs and sat down and told me to bend over his knees so daddy can spank his naughty butt good and hard and long. I obeyed and that stick struck my butt so hard I swore I almost fell off his knee. Over and over the stick struck both cheeks, again penetrating my pants and shorts with ease. My roommate swung hard and fast making sure my lesson will not be soon forgot. Finally after what seemed like forever my pants pasting with the stick was over. He let me up, and I was dancing and crying, rubbing the seat of my pants like I sat on a hot grille. My punishment finally over, I was let go to do what I want, and I had to finish the chores I didn't do after I got back. I can assure you that I did, and I did a great job too. So good that I got to suck my roommate off, and swallowed his cum. After which he told me to stand up, and my roommate grabbed the crotch of my cargo pants and massaged my _c_o_c_k_ and balls vigorously while playfully spanking me but not real hard this time. I erupted in my shorts with spunk and it oozed through my soccer shorts lining and through the shell of my shorts, staining my front of my cargos with a dark slippery stain. Wow, it was great. I behave a lot better now but I still get spanked, and I never know how my roommate will spank me, or what role he wants to play. M. P.