**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
**REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up by the stories _Spanking Party_ and _Justin Returns_. If you haven't read them, I recommend them based on the feedback I've received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.
As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among other S&M proclivities.
Now, every lawyer has probably heard of mediation, but few probably mean qui te what I mean in this context by it. Here, the paddle settles the score by blistering butt.
My two "married" friends Dave and Rob frequently get into protracted disputes. When they went to buy a car, it took a month for them to just agree on a color and then Rob changed his mind at the last minute.
**Mediation** became necessary.
By the time they finally purchased their pathetically soccer-mom-esque blue Volvo wagon, both of them had gotten some mediation at least once.
Thus far, I don't have many clients for this practice other than Dave and Rob, but they've enjoyed it, mostly when the other is getting it, but I've wondered about expanding it. But, maybe then it might become too commercial.
Now, for all I complain about Dave and Rob being joined at the hip, my close circle, with Dave and Tom, acts collectively as a creature of habit. Every Friday since we connected 5 odd years ago, dinner out. Saturday dinner at my plac e, take in chinese. Sunday, brunch.
Things have changed slightly in that pattern both over time and on specific weekends. Over the years various boyfriends, and _s_e_x_ partners, have sat at the table. When Rob came along, he soon became a regular. And like Justin, I suspect even if Dave and Rob broke up, Rob would keep coming.
Now, shortly after they met and became joined at the hip, I had occasion to spend a whole day with Dave and Rob out at the Art Museum.
It was a Monday holiday, and the Museum had a new gallery exhibit on Picasso. Throughout the day, Dave and Rob bickered like little children over whether to move to the suburbs or not. The argument had become rather immature and had degraded with jabs being shot across the bow constantly.
I stood in between them as we took the taped tour of the exhibit. This did not deter the argument. As we walked from picture to picture on the tape, one and then the other would get their side in.
"Suburbs."
"City."
Well, you get the picture. I found the whole thing obnoxious. But, I think in many ways they were also asking for my help in settling the dispute. Now, personally, I would prefer to live in the city so you may be wondering how they ended up in the suburbs. The answer is that in mediation, of any sort, the mediator's preferences aren't a trump card, rather the mediator is supposed to seek the common ground.
I decided to invite them to my apartment for dinner midway through the tape tour. I also decided that I would settle the dispute one way or another. My _c_o_c_k_ throbbed, I hoped it was the other way.
By the time we got back to my apartment from the museum it was late afternoon and the bickering had continued throughout the day.
I announced that I was going to settle this matter through mediation.
They looked at me quizzically.
I sent each of them to a separate bedroom in my apartment.
I first went into the room Rob had entered and sa t down with him on the bed. We talked about his preferences, he wanted to get out of the city. After about 30 minutes of discussion, I told him to wait in the bedroom. He was in my dungeon bedroom and so he was not eager to wait. I think he already knew at that point that I was into S&M, but waiting in a room with a spanking horse and paddles among other toys could be uncomfortable I'm sure.
Next, Dave and I talked. He had gotten antsy waiting and was pacing the room. I sat him down on the bed and we talked about it. He wanted to stay because he didn't want to lose his social life with Tom and I. I told him to wait in the bedroom while I talked to Rob some more.
I went and spoke to Rob about Dave's concerns and Rob agreed that as a couple the two of them would maintain Dave's contacts with Tom and I. Rob could not understand why Dave was concerned about this since he was as much a part of the whole circle.
I went back to Dave, but he had changed his mind and didn't wa nt to move at all.
That was the moment I formed my resolve. Dave wasn't being reasonable, if Rob agreed on any issue, Dave still wasn't willing to move. I took Dave into the other room with Rob and pushed him over the spanking horse.
He was **not** expecting that.
I began to spank him over his pants.
Rob sat silently afraid to intercede.
Dave complained, loudly, and I ignored his complaints. When he moved his hands in the way, I tied them to the front of the spanking horse. When he began kicking with his still free legs, I took his pants off and restrained his legs.
Then I stopped for a minute. I told Rob he could either watch while Dave got paddled or he could leave the room, either way I announced, Dave was getting 30 of my best.
Dave screamed.
Rob smiled.
Rob did me one better though and dropped his trousers and shoved his _c_o_c_k_ in Dave's mouth. I hadn't planned on that one, but after a brief pause, I decided that it would make the punishme nt and humiliation for Dave **significantly** more acute. Plus it had the added bonus of making it clear to Dave that Rob's position had won this round and changing his wasn't acceptable.
I went to the wall and selected my favorite paddle. A beautiful wooden correcter. At 1/4" thick, 4" wide and a foot long, its solid oak lets the spankee know who's the boss **very** rapidly.
While Rob forced Dave to suck _c_o_c_k_, I began a painful spanking.
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
I paused. Dave was in agony already. Rob was in ecstasy. And I was rock hard inside my pants.
I took the moment to caress the reddening butt cheeks that my paddle was working and squeeze the now hot flesh. Then I resumed in sets of five.
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
**SWAT**
Each blow was distinct and hard. Dave's ass was mine. Rob shot his load at this point and left his now softer _c_o_c_k_ and cum in Dave's mouth. Dave attempted to cry but Rob rammed his groin tightly into Dave's face. I was throwing a raging boner that I released from my pants as I continued to beat Dave into a blistering crying baby.
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
Twenty more of my best connected with his ass. Rob removed his _c_o_c_k_ and Dave began to bawl. I released his restraints and put him against the window for observation. His ass was blistered and red. Rob looked very satisfied.
While he cried against the window, I sat on my spanking horse, _c_o_c_k_ rock solid 8" and throbbing admiring my work. Rob was kind enough to provide me a blow job as I watched his boyfriend cry naked and exposed to the city.
Rob is not such a great _c_o_c_k_sucker, but that worked in my favor here. Twenty minutes after I finished beating his boyfriend sore Rob was still sucking away at m e and I was still enjoying blistered butt. Dave was still in tears and seemed about to move away from the window from embarrassment.
"Stay," I barked.
He did.
Finally Rob's efforts succeeded and I shot a massive load from my huge low slung balls into his waiting mouth. Then he sat down next to me to watch his crying boyfriend.
Out loud he thanked me for settling the matter and we kissed.
Dave cried.
We must have watched Dave for several hours before he was ready to leave the corner and come sit on my hard dining room chairs for dinner. **Ouch!** did that smart.
By next week they had found their new suburban house and were set to move in.
A job well done.
I hadn't decided by Sunday morning whether to bring Justin with me or not. Regardless of who ended up getting paddled, having Justin watch would be particularly extra humiliating for either Dave or Rob.
As Justin and I lay in bed, his head nestled against my chest, I decid ed that Justin might as well come along since at various times in the future the gang would see him all but buck naked and also probably see him getting spanked as well.
I nudged the sleeping adonis on my chest awake and he looked up at me smiling. We kissed. He was settling in to our life together nicely. Yesterday had brought him completely under my roof, his own apartment empty -- not that there was much there -- and his life now all under my roof.
He had experienced a second bedtime spanking, willingly and actually enjoyed it this time. His _c_o_c_k_ became pleasantly firm between my legs. Although he had pushed my normal limits a bit far during the whole move, I cut him a good bit of slack to let him accustom himself to my routine and my demands.
Walking through the apartment naked, or in a jockstrap, he looked stunning. His butt was still sore from the first night but that just turned me on.
I told him about my plans for the day and he smiled.
As we got dress ed to head to brunch we talked about whether he wanted to work or not. I reminded him he didn't have to. He said he wanted to and asked about my client base and other details.
As we drove to Dave and Rob's suburban home I discussed office politics and what I would be having him do. He made some great suggestions on the ride about how to handle a matter I had with the IRS over an illegal seizure and I decided he could handle that case for me since I liked his thinking on the matter. This was the Justin I remember most from back in law school. Sharp, bright, articulate, but also shy in a strange way. I kiss him.
We arrive at Dave and Rob's.
Rob greats us in the driveway and looks surprised to see Justin with me. His surprise was twofold. He didn't quite catch the cues that Justin and I were going home together. But the look of embarrassment that washed over his face revealed the worst aspect of the surprise, the realization that if he is in the wrong, Justin will see hi m get the paddle.
We enter the house and Dave while less surprised to see Justin also has a look of embarrassment on his face. I smile broadly. We sit down at their dining room table. I fondly recall the large number of mediations that went into the decoration of their home.
After a delightful breakfast over which Justin talks openly about moving in with me and his new job, the topics are all pleasantries. Dave looks at me guardedly, wondering if Justin is getting spanked among other matters. I look back at him and mouth, "Ask."
He does. "Justin," he says, "so are you living with him for real or just getting the royal princess treatment?"
I roll my eyeballs. The man can't ask straight out.
I interject before Justin can answer.
"Justin, he wants to know if you're getting spanked now that you are living with me again."
Justin is embarrassed by this question, asked so brazenly, and by me.
He summons his courage and responds, "Yes, I am."
A conversation stopper.
Breakfast trails off in silence.
We head towards the living room and I ask Dave what the problem between he and Rob is. Rob groans. Dave explains that he would like Rob to quit his job to be at home more for him.
Rob starts to interject, but a glare from me silences him. He knows the process for my mediations all to well now. I don't physically separate them anymore, but each person says their side fully and then the other and back and forth without interuptions.
Dave continues without prompting. He explains how his salary can support them both while Rob's job waiting tables at a theatre district restaurant pays for nothing and keeps him out of the house till late. Especially now that he works the 5-11 shift Monday through Friday. Further Dave explains, the take home pay doesn't cover the commuting expenses. When they had met, Dave was a cardiovascular surgeon, still is, and Rob was an out-on-his-luck pe rformer. Over the 3 odd years they've been together, not much has changed. Dave wants a trophy wife -- husband -- at this point, and Rob is determined to earn his keep somewhat.
After Dave finishes, I turn to Rob. He explains how much he enjoys working and that Dave had encouraged him to find something to do involving his acting. I ask him if he thinks waiting tables in the theatre district fits that bill, he shrugs.
The conversation goes back and forth for awhile. And then I leave the room and take Justin with me. I ask Justin his opinion. He suggests that both should be able to work if the want. I ask him whether he thinks it is fair for Rob to waste his time waiting tables at exactly those hours when Dave is most likely to be home and looking for emotional support and caring. I point out that if Rob were acting in a play rather than just trying to prove a point about making money, I could see it differently. Also, I point out that Rob agreed to go to Dave's hospital fun ctions, but now with his work schedule would be busy every weekday evening.
Justing nods in agreement, we kiss for a bit and I let the two of them wait.
I send Justin out to the car for my briefcase -- and paddle.
I return to the room and talk about my thoughts and concerns. Rob starts to interrupt but thinks the better of it. I have Rob strip and come over my knee for a lecture.
I talk to him about his role in Dave's life and vice versa. I explain that while he is welcome to pursue acting as a serious career, waiting tables is hardly fulfilling his life's goal. He is firmly over my lap and I am rubbing his ass cheeks and feeling his crack.
Justin comes in with my briefcase. I tell him to open it and get out my paddle. He does. Rob is somewhat lucky, by getting spanked here, he doesn't need to be tied over my spanking horse plus Dave will find it harder to ram his _c_o_c_k_ into Rob's mouth over my lap which is lower than the horse positions the spankee's body.
After a few minutes of lecturing him about his behavior and his insistence on breaking the agreement, I lift the paddle over Rob's firm tight butt.
**SWAT**
The response is instant, and Rob lets out a loud "Yelp!"
Dave comes over and with his pants off, positions his _c_o_c_k_ in Rob's uplifted mouth. Rob is definitely going to find this unpleasant. Not only to be spanked, but to have his head held up awkwardly to suck his boyfriend's rock hard _c_o_c_k_ as he gets spanked. Further Justin has moved in front of Rob's line of sight so Rob is aware of Justin's observation of his humiliation. And Justin's approval of it.
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
I land 5 successive and brutal blows of the paddle on his ass. His body is bucking in agony as his butt gets blistered. Dave is doing an outstanding job of holding Rob's face and mouth firmly around his raging hard-on. I pause and take some time to caress the reddening butt of one of my b est friends.
I fondle his _f_u_c_k_hole and pucker it slightly. And then squeeze and kneed his reddening cheeks.
**Thirty more swats.** I pronounce.
Rob tries to scream but Dave has his hands on the back of Rob's head and all I hear is "Nppppmppp mmmumppph." Dave nods at me and begins face _f_u_c_k_ing his boyfriend while I turn my attention to punishment.
I reach between Rob's legs and pull his _c_o_c_k_ out and fondle it briefly. It is slightly hard. After a few strokes it hardens and Rob relaxes.
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
**SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
I finish his punishment swiftly and painfully. 30 strokes that turn his once bright white butt a deep crimson with blisters and welting. His ass is on fire. I keep him over my ass as he cries
and Dave finishes getting a blow job from him. Then I stand him up and place him in the picture window.
I've always considered punishment different than play. Michael and my live-ins I play with. Sometimes I spank them in fun places for long periods with my hand for fun, for control, for arousal, for ejaculation, you name it. This is different though this is not for pleasure.
Punishment.
It has to be excruciating as far as I am concerned. Here I don't worry about my partner's arousal, but rather that their butt hurt and they be utterly humiliated. I send Justin outside to stare at Rob in the window and look in as Dave sucks me off.
I spread my legs and open my fly to reveal a raging hard on. Few things get me as hot as having spanked a boy.
Dave is eager to please. He kisses me and thanks me for making a good decision out loud. Rob visibly cringes but remains against the window. I see Justin through the window now taunting Rob and making faces. Rob is attemp ting to look away.
Before he realizes it, my hand **FIRMLY** swats his already sore butt and he jumps. Face out I remind him.
I sit back down and let Dave suck me off to the sounds of Rob's crying.
As Dave sucks, I gaze on at my effective handiwork, a bright red, sore butt and a crying boy.
After I shoot, I motion for Justin to come back inside the house.
I order Justin to lick Robert's red ass with his tongue.
He looks at me strangely, but knows better already than to argue with me and does as I ask.
He moves his agile tongue across the red ass with ease. Licking Rob's sore behind in large ovals and repeated licks. The sensation calms Rob enough to make him stop crying, and I see his _c_o_c_k_ hardening from the sensation of a wet tongue on his sore ass.
I walk over and bring Rob to me. I have him sit down on my lap and I pull his face to me and kiss him and whisper to him. After mediations now, I spend a lot of time talking with the punished side about how I expect them to behave.
After our conversation I ask if he wants Justin to give him a blow job. He nods grinning and I tell Justin to do it. Justin does it beautifully, the man has such a wonderful skilled tongue. Within less than a minute, Rob's hot cum has filled Justin's mouth. I send Rob up to bed to rest and Justin and I hang out with Dave for a bit before leaving the two to themselves.
As soon as we pull away from the house, Justin starts the conversation. Justin indicates that he didn't like me embarrassing him about getting spanked at home.
I remain silent to hear him out.
He wants our relationship at home to be private.
I shake my head slightly.
I point out that he didn't mind learning about Dave and Rob's personal life or embarrassing them.
Silence.
When we get home that afternoon, I decide I will handle the situation by going over my rules with him -- explicitly. Since whatever he thought he learned was n't the whole story.
This story is completely fictional and is an outgrowth of my own fascination with spanking. I find spanking so erotic because it is such a release and such a power trip. After I've had an erotic spanking session with someone I find myself so relaxed and at peace.
Let me know what you think of this story by writing me at the e-mail address at the of the story. I've gotten a number of very positive responses to the original "Spanking Party" story I wrote and continue to receive them. As a result I've written more. Continued feedback means continued stories. Suggestions for the characters welcome.
Planned future works in this 'universe': Rules for Justin, I spank Geoffrey the snooty co-worker I've mentioned previously, Justin spanked in front of my dinner party, Michael 2/Spanking Party 2, and perhaps others.