Drama Class, part two
After I finally came down from the pot and got back home, I couldn't get the afternoons events out of my head. Even though I'd never spanked anyone before, I knew I wanted to do it again. Later that night, in the privacy of my own room, I shot another load fantasizing about Steven being draped over my knee taking another hard spanking.
By Monday morning, I was primed and ready for action. If Steven had asked, I would have spanked him on the front steps of the school. I couldn't wait until fourth period when I'd see him in class. The hard part, I knew, was going to be keeping my little friend under control and the evidence out of sight from the other kids. At sixteen, one of the most embarrassing things that could happen to you was being seen with an errant erection jutting out the front of your pants. Today was going to be a very difficult day for that and I purposely wore some extra baggy pants, just in case.
When I got to drama class, Steven was already there and sitting at his desk reading something. I quietly slid up next to his desk, leaned down and whispered, "Having trouble sitting down today?"
Steven looked up at me and gave me this toothy grin. "A little bit," he said. "You really gave it to me."
"That's what you asked for," I said, grinning back at him. "I was just doing what I was told, remember?"
"I remember something like that," he said, with a giggle.
'Seriously, though," I said. "Are you OK? I didn't hurt you did I?"
"The spanking hurt like hell," he answered, with a grin. "But you didn't do any lasting damage. In fact, it still feels a little warm and tingly today."
"I can't believe we actually did what we did," I said, looking around to make sure no one could hear what we were saying.
"Did you like it?" Steven asked, looking me in the eye's.
"Yeah," I admitted. "I liked it."
"Me too," he said, with a smile. "What are you doing after school?"
"Nothing," I said.
"Want to come over to my house?" He asked, giving me his evil grin again.
"Sure," I answered, flashing him a look that told him I understood what he was saying. "I'll be over as soon as I can get there."
Just then, Mr. Baxter came into the room and class abruptly started. Unfortunately, Steven started talking to a group of other kids right after class and I didn't have a chance to speak with him about our after school plans. For the rest of the day, however, it was all I could think about. I was VERY glad that I decided to wear my extra baggy pants to school that morning. My dick was hard most of the afternoon.
After school I hurried to Steven's house, full of anticipation about spanking him again. I'd never thought about spanking anyone before, but now that I'd done it once, I couldn't get it out of my mind. Surprisingly, I'd even started looking at my other friends and wonder what it would be like to have them over my knee for a little discipline. Of course, all this only served to have me really primed for action by the time Steven opened the door.
For the first few minutes we chatted about school and our mutual friends. Nothing was mentioned about what we'd done that weekend. Getting impatient for things to get started, I said, "Are your parents home?'
"Nope," Steven answered, flashing me that little smile of his. "Won't be home for hours."
"Cool," I managed to say, just barely keeping my excitement under control. "What do you want to do?"
"Want to watch TV?" he asked, with this serious look on his face.
What I wanted to do was get him over my knee. I could watch TV any time. He was trying to be coy with me or something and I was a little confused about what to say. "Ah....," I said, stumbling over the words. "Let's do something else besides watching the tube."
"OK," he said, grinning back at me. "Like what?"
The asshole was either toying with me or, for some reason, wanting me to be the first to mention doing again what we did Saturday. If that was what he wanted, I was game. I didn't have any problem mentioning it first. "How about a repeat of last Saturday?" I suggested, giving him this pleading look with my eye's.
"I'm still too sore to be spanked again this soon," he answered, with a real serious look on his face. "Besides, It's your turn to get it not mine."
"What?" I said, rather loudly. "You want to spank me?"
"Yeah," he answered, looking straight at me. "Why not?"
"No way, man," I said, shaking my head. "I'm not getting spanked."
"I see," Steven said, giving me this really hard stare. "It's OK to do it when I'm the one getting it, but not when your ass is on the line?"
"Come on, Steven," I tried to explain. "I've never been spanked before."
"So what?" He argued.
"It'll hurt too much," I whined, trying desperately to explain.
"Listen, Mike," he said, pointing a finger at my chest. "I like being spanked, if I didn't, you wouldn't have gotten close to my ass the other day. But, I'm not going to take a spanking all the time, you have to let me do it to you too."
I just looked at him. Being on the receiving end of that hair brush wasn't something I'd even thought about since this all started and I wasn't sure how to respond to him.
"It is a lot more fun for both of us if we do it to each other," he continued. "Besides, I can't take it all the time, my ass needs a break in between spankings."
"I know," I said, suddenly feeling very guilty. "I'm just not sure I can take it."
"You can take it," he said, almost laughing. "Kids all over town get spanked for real and they live through it. Even little kids. Besides, I'll take it easy on you this time."
"I don't know," was all I could say. I knew he was right. It wasn't fair to think that he'd be on the receiving end of the hair brush all the time. Still, if he did it to me anything like what I did to him, it would hurt like hell! Swallowing hard, I wondered if I could take it as well as he did. After all, if I did let him spank me, I didn't want to end up acting like some little boy over his dad's knee, screaming and crying. Steven had barely made a sound and took the spanking like a man. Could I do the same?
" Listen, Mike," he said. "I'm pretty sure you liked what we did the other day, so did I, and I'd like to do it again. But, I'm not going to do it again unless you do it too."
There I was, sitting in Steven's living room all primed and ready to go. My jeans were tented out in front barely concealing my massive hard on and I really needed to do something about it, and soon. My choices were to forget the whole thing, go home and jerk-off to fantasies of spanking someone else, or, to give in and let Steven beat my ass. From my point of view, both choices sucked.
"So," he said, looking serious again. "What's it going to be?"
"I don't kn...." I started saying before Steven interrupted me.
"Don't give me that _s_h_i_t_," he demanded, his tone becoming more "adult" like. "I think you need a spanking, young man. Now, come here."
I just sat there staring back at him. Somehow, his demeanor had changed and he was suddenly acting like he was in total charge of me. If I had to make the decision to allow him to spank me, I probably wouldn't have. My courage wasn't anywhere near strong enough to get me across his knee willingly. There was no doubt, I was afraid of being spanked. However, it appeared that he wasn't giving me a choice in the matter and for some reason, that only added to the excitement between my legs.
"Don't make it any harder on yourself, Mike," he said. "The longer you stay over there, the longer your spanking is going to be."
"Come on Steven," I pleaded. "I don't want a spanking."
"Too bad," he said, letting a smile spread across his face. "You're getting one anyway."
I just stared back at him in disbelief not knowing what to do. He wasn't asking, he was telling me. It was like I didn't have any say in the matter at all. Suddenly, I felt like a defenseless little boy with absolutely no control over his own destiny, standing before an angry father who had just announced his fate. In some strange way, Steven's tone made it a lot easier for me. I didn't have to make the decision, it had already been made for me. I was getting a spanking whether I wanted one or not.
"I told you to come here," he said, giving me this no nonsense look. "Now do it!"
Without thinking why, I stood up and slowly walked toward him. My knees were shaking and my stomach was churning, but somehow, I still moved forward.
As soon as I was within his reach, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me closer to him. "When I tell you to come here," he said, in a firm voice. "I expect you to do it and not waste a bunch of time getting here. Is that clear?"
"Yes," I said in this feeble little voice.
"Good," he said, smiling back at me. "Next time, it will be ten extra swats if you play around. You understand me?"
"Yes," I answered quickly. I certainly didn't want this to be any worse than it needed to be.
Reaching for the top button of my jeans, he said, "let's get these out of the way. You won't be needing them for a while."
Moments later I was standing there with my pants in a heap around my feet, feeling the cold air on my legs. My _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard, just like it had been since I got there, and was jutting the front of my shorts out. In spite of my apprehension about the up-coming spanking, I was primed and ready to explode. Steven just giggled a little bit when he had to pull the front of my shorts out before pushing them to the floor. "Wouldn't want to hurt that, would we?" He said with a wide grin.
A quick tug on my arm had me falling forward across his knee before I knew it was happening. Suddenly, I was laying across his lap waiting to receive my very first spanking. "Don't do it very hard, Steven," I pleaded, turning my head so I could see his face. "Please?"
"Don't worry," he said with a chuckle. "I'll take it easy on you this time."
This time? He obviously planned for me to be in this position again, but I doubted that I'd let him do this a second time. Hell, I still wasn't sure how I ended up across his knee this time. But I was, and I just laid there waiting for him to begin.
From out of no where, he produced the same hair-brush I had used to spank him and it scared the hell out of me. "You're not going to hit me with that, are you?" I almost yelled in a panic. "I thought you were going to take it easy on me?"
"I am," he laughed. "But, the last ten swats will be with the brush so you know what it feels like. Next time, you'll get the brush from start to finish and I want you to know what you're getting yourself into."
My heart rate slowed down a little bit when I realized he wasn't going to use the brush for the whole spanking. Still, I wasn't happy about having him use it at all, but I didn't have much choice in the matter.
"Are you ready?" He asked, lightly patting my bare butt with his hand.
I was in no hurry to get started and didn't say anything.
SMACK!
The fist swat took me totally by surprise and I just gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. It hadn't hurt as much as I thought it was going to, but it still stung.
Without waiting for my reaction, Steven raised his hand again and brought it down right in the middle of my ass. This time, he put a little more force behind it and my butt exploded in pain.
"Ahhhh," I yelled. "Not so hard!"
SMACK! WHAP! WHACK!
Steven acted like he hadn't heard me at all and just kept slapping my butt. The pain was everything I'd expected it to be and I tried with all my might to wiggle off his lap. Unfortunately, his grip was more than I could manage to break and he held me firm. Each time his hand connected with my skin, I let out a howl that sounded like someone was killing me.
"Owwwwwww!" I screamed. "No more!"
SMACK!
"Arrrrgh!"
WHACK! SMACK!
He must have given me at least fifty really hard swats before he suddenly stopped. I just laid there sobbing like a five-year-old.
"Now," he said. "The last ten with the brush!"
I instantly started wiggling again, trying to get off his lap. There was no way I wanted to feel that hair brush after what I'd just experienced. "NO WAY!" I screamed. "I can't take anymore!"
"Yes you can," he said, sounding pleased with my reaction. "Just remember, this is what it will feel like if you want to do this again."
Without saying any more, he brought the brush down on my already sore skin.
WHAP!
White hot pain shot through me and I started to howl again, "Arrrwwwllll!" I had never felt anything that hurt as much! My ass was on fire!
Nine more times he brought that brush down and I swear he was hitting me with all his strength. After the last swat, he let the brush fall onto the floor in front of me and gently started rubbing my ass.
The pain subsided quickly and I was able to get my tears under control. My first spanking was over and I just laid there without moving. Steven's hand on my sore skin felt really good and I started getting really excited again. My _c_o_c_k_ had stayed rock hard throughout the entire spanking and it felt like it was about to explode. I could feel Steven's hard pole poking me in the side and knew he was excited too.
I suddenly felt Steven's finger move deeper between my legs and I almost jumped out of my skin when he lightly touched the tight opening.
"Just relax," he whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Taking another deep breath, I willed my cheeks to soften and allowed his hand to move further down between my legs. No one had ever touched me there before and I was amazed at how good it felt. I even opened my legs a bit to give him better access to the opening as he pushed in, impaling me with his finger.
"You like that?" He asked, slowly working his finger in and out.
"Feels great," I said.
I just laid there letting him explore with his finger. This was something I'd never experienced before and for some reason, wasn't in a hurry to ask him to stop. It felt wonderful.
Just then, he abruptly removed his finger and helped me to stand on my wobbly legs. Without asking, he reached out and took a hold of my hard _c_o_c_k_ and started pumping. Seconds later, I sprayed sperm all over his shirt as I came in violent spasms.
Steven raced to undress and get at his own _c_o_c_k_, which was almost purple in his excitement. After a moment of frenzied pulls with his right hand, it erupted, shooting his seed onto the floor at my feet.
Grinning up at me, he said, "that wasn't so bad was it?"
"No," I answered, smiling back at him.
"You going to let me do that again sometime?" He asked, still grinning.
Flashing him a wide grin, I said, "Maybe."