James and Jason: A Spanking Story

by anonymous

JASON and JAMES: A Spanking Relationship Story

Even as a child, I usually enjoyed getting a good spanking. I would always get aroused and always end up either shooting my load into my pants or jerking off afterwards. This chronicle tells of a few memorable teen spankings I got at the hand of my father or friends and a few adult experiences that still create a good sized bulge in my jeans when I think of them.

On going through puberty (around 11-12 - I was an early bloomer) I stopped wearing my assigned pajamas and switched to sleeping in a pair of tight briefs like my friend did when they'd stay over and we'd play with each other's _d_i_c_k_ and then jerk off. My folks were rather slow to find out that after saying good night to them, I'd go to my room, strip and don a pair of tight, white briefs... and I must add that the usual mode of a spanking for me (since I was one of three boys) was a bedtime spanking on the seat of my flimsy pajama bottoms with the back of a hairbrush. My oldest brother (17 at the time) would be taken to the garage and his jeans and briefs would be pulled down to his knees or ankles and he'd get it with an old razor strop Dad kept out there. Once Dad made my other brother (16) and I watch as Donnie got his ass blistered red, stood there, and cried while rubbing his 'stropped' reddened buttocks. Wade got the same treatment a few times as well. That was reserved for the 'older' boys however, so I knew my fate was well kept for a while... or at least that was what I thought.

I was 15 at the time (we were only one year apart) when I had done some drastic misdeed and my parents found out about it. I received the stern lecture and then was sent to my room to "get ready for bed and wait for me." I knew what was coming and went into my room and stripped naked and pulled on a pair of pajamas (ones I hadn't worn for almost two years - that were rather tight - and that clung to my hardened 7" _c_o_c_k_ and my swimmer's muscled ass cheeks. I sat on the bed hoping my hardon would subside - of which it did slightly as Dad entered the room carrying the hairbrush. "You know the routine," he said.

I got up as he sat down and he pulled me across his lap. The pajama bottoms did very little to cushion the instant barrage of the hairbrush against my teen bottom. His assault continued for a total of fifty swacks and with every swack, my erection got harder and harder until at swack 48 (I was made to count them) I erupted into my pajamas. Fortunately, my _c_o_c_k_ was not against my Dad's leg or anything and the material of my pajamas contained my copious teen load. He stood me up and I turned away from him as I was crying. All I heard was, "You will get a worse beating if that happens again. UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes sir."

He left the room. I ran to the mirror behind my door and gazed through tears at my cum filled pajama bottoms. I still had a boner and actually as I rubbed my sore ass cheeks, spewed another hot load into my pajama bottoms. After almost saturating each leg, I took them off, threw them into the laundry basket in the closet, and gingerly pulled on a pair of briefs just as my father was walking through the door.

He stopped and stared at me in just a pair of briefs and then said, "What, your pajamas aren't good enough for you any more?"

"But sir," I stammered, "everyone of my friends wears their underwear to bed."

"We don't in this house," he said, "Your brother are 16 and 17 and they still wear their pajamas to bed and I expect you to as well. Get those pajamas back on and get over here."

I started crying again as I pulled the pajama bottoms out of the hamper and he noticed the cum stains in them. "Dammit it boy, you're in for it now. Abusing yourself in your pajamas. Come with me."

He grabbed me and pushed me through the door while calling my brothers. They quickly followed us to the garage - both wearing their pajama bottoms. I was still in my briefs while carrying the cum soaked pajama bottoms. Once in the garage, my dad made me hold them up for my brothers to inspect. Neither of them saying a word, just sporting tents in their pajama bottoms. Dad positioned me over the fender of the car, yanked my briefs to my knees, and produced the strop. My ass was already on fire from the hairbrush. What followed was beyond what words can describe. I was stropped over the already blistered hairbrush marks on my teen ass cheeks another fifty times. I was crying and could hardly walk when he finished and abruptly yanked my briefs up over my swollen, red ass cheeks - and over my rock hard _c_o_c_k_ in the front. "Your brothers will help you to your room."

Don and Wade helped me back to my room noticing my hard _c_o_c_k_ pressing against the cotton of my briefs. Once there, each of them dropped their pajama bottoms and took turns jerking off onto my swollen and red ass cheeks, rubbing their cumloads into my buttocks once finished... it did make them feel better. Then Wade turned me around, pulled my briefs all the way off and grabbed my hard _c_o_c_k_, and jerked it. It took no time and I was erupting all over the bed and the floor. He smiled and then pulled his pajamas down in front and said, "At least he didn't shave you for being bad... look."

I looked at Wade's crotch. It had been recently shaved absolutely bald. My _c_o_c_k_ got hard again. Wade just smiled and looked at Don and said, "I think he likes it. Shall we?"

With that, I was forced down onto my bed on my back and Wade and Don proceeded to shave my crotch and balls absolutely bald. I came twice during the process.

After that, I was only taken to the garage on one other occasion and stropped the way I'd gotten it that fateful night (of which I still think about and beat off).

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My next series of spankings did not really begin until I joined the swim team in college. By that time, I had had numerous encounters with guys and knew I was gay and enjoyed every minute of it. When I joined the swim team, it was not only because I was a great swimmer (and had the body to match) but I also liked the locker room, looking a guys wearing really skimpy speedos, and the 'shave down' prior to a meet.

The Coach was a real hunk of a man - very stern and arduous - he made us work our asses off and expected a lot. I guess that's why we won so often. Before the first meet of the year and before our warm up period, the Coach lined us up in the locker room against the wall and ordered, "Pull down your trunks. It's an inspection for 'shave down'." I'd shaved everything but a small patch at my crotch the night before - however, everyone other than another guy and me had shaved everywhere... and during the inspection, almost everyone was getting a hardon with their Speedos pulled down to their knees.

The Coach told everyone to pull up their trunks and then he called Jim and me to the center of the locker room. "Strip and shave each other," was all he ordered. The equipment lay on the table. We hesitated a bit too long when the Coach told us to bend over and grab the bench. He produced a wooden frat paddle and began warming Jim and my buttocks very rapidly and painfully. "Are you going to shave down when I tell you to from now on?"

We both answered simultaneously, "Yes sir!"

We both got twenty of his finest and Jim had tears running down his face. We were stood up and stripped naked and shaved in front of the others. Both Jim and I got erections while being shaved and most of the other guys on the team had significant precum spots on their dark, skimpy Speedos.

After the meet, and I performed quite well, or so I thought, the Coach took us into the same room and called out about five guy's names. They stepped into the middle of the room (I was one of them). One-by-one, each of us took turns (in our wet Speedos) over the lap of the Coach. Each one of us got 25 swacks with that frat paddle for not performing to our fullest potential.

While showered the five of us were ridiculed for our red ass cheeks in the showers and then spanked by the others. Fortunately it was in the showers as I had an almost violent orgasm being shaved, naked, and spanked by all those other hot and horny naked guys. After we dressed Jim came over to me and asked me over to his private dorm room. What happened behind that closed door, a book could be written about. He was wild, hot, horny, could cum unlimited times, and so was I. We even spanked each other again. Jim and I spent a great deal of time together during the four years of college. We fell in love and moved off together afterwards too. Our _s_e_x_ life has been incredible ever since.

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Jim became James and I went from Jay to Jason as we matured. We talked all the time about everything. After all, we were deeply in love. One night as we laid in bed, covered in sweat and cum, I told him about the spanking my dad had given me because I didn't have my pajamas on when he came into the room. Both of us got hard immediately and added even more sweat and cum to each other and the bed.

The next day, when I got home from work, there was a note on the kitchen table, It read: Go into the bedroom and strip. Put on the pajamas on the bed. I will deal with your attitude when I get home from work. If you touch yourself or jack off, the punishment will be very much more severe.

My _c_o_c_k_ instantly got rock hard in my Dockers and boxers when I went into our bedroom and saw the new slinky, shear, nylon pajamas my lover had laid out on the bed. I had an hour before James got home so I ran into the bathroom and showered and shaved - everywhere - smooth. I went into the bedroom and pulled on the pajamas. The shear, slinky pajamas felt incredible next to my shaved skin. I sat there with my oozing _c_o_c_k_ pulled out of the fly so as not to get them wet with precum.

When I heard James come in the front door, I shoved my _c_o_c_k_ into the nylon pajamas and laid face down on the bed with my ass in the air and two pillows under me so he had ample access to my lightly covered buttocks. When he walked into the bedroom, he said, "Very good."

He did not stop to undress from his business suit but I heard the thin belt he wore swoosh through the loops of his pants. Then I felt it. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! To the total of 20 well placed welt to my barely covered ass cheeks. My _c_o_c_k_ was hard as a rock and oozing precum into my pajama bottoms while I waited as he undressed to his white CK briefs.

He ordered me across his brief clad lap. His _c_o_c_k_ was hard as a rock and pressing against my side as he slowly slid my pajama bottoms down. My hard _c_o_c_k_ was pressing against his muscular leg at the point and was lubricating it as I moved around. He showed me the same hairbrush my Dad had used on my naked ass as a kid and then proceeded to give me another 25 swacks with the brush. I was crying real tears as he finished and I had cum all over his legs. I was made to lick it off too... and that kept me hard for the next go-round.

With my pajamas pulled back up, I grabbed him, yanked his briefs down to his ankles, and made him step out of them. After inspecting his freshly shaved crotch and balls, I pulled him across my lap and gave him fifty hard swats with my hand. His hard _c_o_c_k_ was pushing against my legs. I grabbed his belt and started on him with that. After only three swacks with the belt, he erupted a hot load all over my legs... of which I made him lick up.

We rested for a few minutes cuddling each other as we always do after a hot romp. We took a hot shower together and then dressed only in matching pairs of the flimsy nylon pajama bottoms. Through dinner and afterwards, our _s_e_x_ got better and better.

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We are both in our late 30's now and have been together since we were college roommates. On occasion, we have taken a few younger men into our nest and 'whipped' them into shape. All who have been spanked have left with a new understanding of what it means to obey, trust, and act with dignity.