Over the next few weeks Byron made regular visits to Robbie. Brian was never told about how the relationship with D53 was going because he wouldn't have approved of it, so, it was Byron's little secret. Brian thought that Johnny's presence in the house was what was upsetting Byron, he believed that the reason Byron often stayed out all night was because he was jealous.
As Johnny got sicker and sicker, Brian and Andrew began to tire of Byron and his moods. By the time that April had ended, Byron was spending every evening in the apartment in his room. Brian was sleeping in a small bed that he had bought for his own room, Johnny was in Brian's bed and Andrew had stopped staying over. It didn't take Byron too long to realise that his relationship with Brian was coming to an end. He hadn't had _s_e_x_ with Brian in over two weeks and Andrew wasn't offering anything either. Robbie had allowed him to _f_u_c_k_ him on the Wednesday of the second week, but Robbie was a top and wouldn't take a spanking. Byron sat in his room on the Friday evening feeling wretched, he had nowhere to go, nobody to _f_u_c_k_ and nobody to even talk to. He rang Robbie to invite him out for a drink. The phone was engaged. Byron went back into his room and slumped on the bed.
Just then the phone rang, it was Robbie! "Hey black-babe!" Robbie sang down the phone. "Beauty!" Byron corrected him, "Black-Beauty!" "Yeah!" Robbie drawled dismissively, "have I got a treat for you!" "I could certainly do with one." "Well here's the story," Robbie began, "I've just been on the phone with this young chap called Chris who wants to do a three-way or maybe a four-way with him and his boyfriend." "Sounds good!" said Byron cheering up. "Anyway, these two chaps seem to have a strange thing going – Chris – that's the one I was talking to calls the other chap 'daddy' but daddy is only nineteen! Also, Chris is the bottom but he spanks his daddy because he says he won't let his daddy spank him because there's only one chap he'd let do that to him, it was some bloke that he was in school with, and he spanks his top even though he's the bottom and ...." "Robbie!" Byron cut in, "you know you're a _f_u_c_k_ing copper. Slow down, who are these men? How did you find out about them?" "I answered their personal ad in Gay Times and here we are!" Byron sighed – "all coppers are thick!" he thought to himself. "I'll be over in an hour Robbie, don't do anything stupid!" and he hung up.
Byron dressed quickly and left the house. He caught a bus over to Robbie's to try and talk him out of whatever he had planned with the two lads. All through the journey he practiced his arguments. He could not believe that Robbie was that thick even if he was a copper!
It took over an hour for the bus to cross the city and Byron arrived almost an hour later than he had hoped. He knocked on the door and nearly died of shock when he walked in and found Chris Watts and Simon McLeod sitting in Robbie's dingy home. Simon shot to his feet. "Byron!" he said almost in a scream. "What the _f_u_c_k_ are you two doing here?" Byron snapped. "Do you know each other?" Robbie asked, sensing Byron's obvious displeasure. "Sure we know each other!" Byron replied. He turned to Simon and said quite angrily; "you two are too young to be getting into this kind of stuff!" "Are you going to spank us for it?" Simon asked cheekily. He didn't realise that Byron was not joking. "Robbie," Byron began firmly, "these two boys are sixteen and seventeen, it is against the law to do anything with them! You must ask them both to leave at once!" Robbie looked dismayed. "Hold on Byron!" Chris piped up, "it may be illegal to have _s_e_x_ with us but there's nothing wrong with giving us both a firm spanking!" Without saying a word Byron found a chair, pulled it out into the centre of the room. Chris stared at him, he didn't know what was going to happen. "Come here," Byron ordered. Chris's heart almost stopped – Byron was going to spank him. "I said, COME HERE!" Byron repeated loudly. When Chris was standing directly in front of the chair, Byron said, "OK son, you know why you're here, so lets get it started. Take your trousers off." Slowly, Chris fumbled with the snap on his jeans and then gently lowered the zipper. Suddenly, Byron reached out and yanked the boy's jeans down roughly, leaving him standing there clad only in his briefs and T-shirt. Byron grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. "You won't be needing this," he said. Chris was mortified knowing that Robbie, who was still a stranger to him, was about to observe the master-spanker whack his arse, he blushed a bit.
After making Chris step out of his jeans, Byron leaned back and looked at the boy's body. He was surprised to see how big Chris's dick had grown in the lat few months. Chris stood there dressed only in his underwear waiting for what was to happen. Pointing to the bat on the wall, Byron said, "Go get me the bat...and be quick about it!" Chris walked right to the bat. He shivered at the feel of it as he lifted it up off the nail that held it on the wall. He forced himself to look at it one last time before Byron used it on his bottom. It was oval shaped, bigger around than the ping-pong bats at school. Chris knew it would hurt like hell! As he handed it to Byron, he couldn't help wondering if Robbie had already felt the sting of that bat on his bum. Byron reached out and stuck his thumbs down into the waist band of the boy's underwear and slide them to his knees. Chris's dick bounced from side to side as was pulled down over Byron's lap. "I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'd better not forget, because if you do, you'll find yourself right back here for another spanking. Is that clear?" "Yes sir!"
The bat made a loud whack sound that Chris heard an instant before a sharp burning sensation flooded his body. Chris gasped. He hadn't anticipated the intensity of the pain and suddenly wasn't so sure he'd made the right decision. Before he could say or do anything, Byron lifted the bat and let it fall on the boy's unsuspecting arse. SLAP. Chris tried to squirm away from Byron as he felt the rush of pain move through him from the second swat. Byron held him firmly and forced another blow down onto the already pink skin. WHAP! Chris's eyes went wide as that bat landed again. SLAP! He involuntarily let out a loud "OUCH!"
Byron brought that bat down again and again onto the boy's bare bottom. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Chris squirmed trying to avoid the bat. By the tenth swat, tears had formed in his eyes. By the twentieth, he was crying out for Byron to stop. SLAP! "OUCH!", WHACK! "Ouch!", SMACK, "I'll be good!" SLAP!, "Please!" WHACK!, "I'll be good, I promise!", SLAP!
Byron had heard it before though, memories of the good-old-days in the changing rooms flooded back. Byron stopped and let the boy cry it out before letting him up. "Well done," Byron said. "Now, go get cleaned up and hurry back to observe your boyfriend getting his spanking next."
The two walked into the bedroom where Robbie and Simon were waiting. Robbie was sitting on his bed and Simon stood beside him. Before Simon could even comprehend what was going on he was turned over Robbie's knee. He felt the policeman's big hand around his waist and his right leg over his legs, he felt a sting and heard a loud whack, as Robbie's right hand landed smack on his bottom. "Ow, Robbie, don't, don't spank so hard! Please." "Why did you tell me you were nineteen?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Ow! I'm sorry, It was Chris that said it." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Even though Simon was wearing boxers, the thin cotton was not stopping the pain as Robbie's hand continued to punish his arse. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "So you think this is your boyfriend's fault?" he asked, as the whacks stopped. "Yes." SIMON said meekly. "Well it's wrong for you to try and blame him if you're the top, isn't that tight?" he asked "I guess so," Simon responded. 'But this really hurts" Simon said. Simon started to get up "Where do you think your going? Robbie asked sharply. "Aren't you finished?" "I'll let you know when I'm finished spanking you."
"The remainder of the spanking will be administered with the paddle that Byron used on your boyfriend!" Robbie continued. "You will learn that you can't lie to me." Byron threw the bat to his friend and the policeman caught it firmly in his right hand. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Simon begged him to stop, Although Chris spanked him he never used anything other than his hand, and this strong copper was laying into his arse with a paddle. "Please - no more - I'm sorry, just let me go!" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Robbie was whaling the youth's arse so hard that the bed they were sitting on was shaking. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! "Please stop, it hurts!" The pain got too much for Simon to bear, and his boxers didn't offer any protection whatsoever, so he moved his hands to cover his butt. As the vibrations of the bed caused the wardrobe door to swing open. "Move those hands away or else I'll give you an additional ten whacks boy." Robbie barked
Byron and Chris were enjoying the show. "That's a boy Robbie!" Byron crowed, "show the little punk who's boss!" Chris, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Byron, felt the black hand reach down and squeeze one of his cheeks. "Ouch!" he said quietly, he hadn't been spanked in a long time and his arse was sore from Byron's earlier attentions. "Am I hurting you?" Byron asked quietly. "Yes!, But I love it!"
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Robbie was still pounding Chris' now bright red arse and the youth was struggling violently on his knees. "Look! You want me to start over with you - KEEP STILL!" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! "He's tough!" Chris whispered. "Yes, he is!" Byron agreed, "but he's also got the type of job where he can't afford to get involved with you and Simon." Robbie had stopped but Simon couldn't move. His arse felt like it was on fire. "I hope you've learned your lesson?" Robbie asked. "Yes, I won't ever lie to you again." "Fine, go stand in the corner."
Robbie looked up at Byron, he was panting, "what's next Black-babe?" he asked with a smile. "Black Beauty!" Byron corrected him. "Whatever!" "Next is we are going to send these two boys home and have a serious chat!" "NO!" Chris cried out, "you can't send us home!" Byron grabbed the youth by the shoulders and swung him around to face him, he glared at the sullen face before him. "You are too young to be involved with us and you ARE going home now!" Chris looked sullen, Simon in his corner peered over his shoulder. "I'm sorry about this lads," Byron began, softly but firmly, "whatever the two of you get up to together is your own private business, but me and Robbie are too old to be getting involved with you just now, so you have to go!" "NO WAY!" Chris howled, "Simon got a longer spanking than I did, Robbie was more severe with him that you were with me and I'm not going until I get a proper hiding from you!"
Byron pushed the lad away from him. "This is _f_u_c_k_ing insane!" he snapped. "Well if you won't do it maybe your friend will!" Chris said as he arched his arse back towards Robbie. Robbie smiled. "Don't do it Robbie!" Byron warned, but Robbie wasn't going to let this cute bit of arse get away easily and Byron knew it from the look in his eye. "You're being _f_u_c_k_ing stupid Robbie!" "Aw c'mon Byron, it's only a spanking!" "_f_u_c_k_ off you stupid Scouser twat!" Byron snapped as he turned and walked out the door, he dropped his keys on the floor as he walked and closed it with a bang behind him.
"I think we'd better go!" Simon volunteered from his corner. He began to move when Robbie ordered him to stay where he was. "Don't be stupid Robbie," Simon said gently as he reached for his clothes, "me and Chris have no right to cause trouble between you and Byron. We'd better be going!" Chris sniffled. "I'd love to whack your boyfriend first!" Robbie suggested. "Cop on!" Simon replied. Robbie froze, he thought for a moment that the lads knew he was a policeman. "You and Byron should be together, we shouldn't be here. C'mon Chris, it's time to go home now!"
Robbie sank back onto the bed disappointed as the two dressed to leave. "Thanks anyway," Simon said gently as he walked over to shake Robbie's hand. Chris was just behind him when he noticed the police helmet through the open wardrobe door. "hey!" he cried as he walked over and fetched the helmet, "are you a copper?" Robbie blushed. Simon stared open-mouthed at the blushing hunk on the bed. "Now I understand why Byron was angry!" he said, "we won't say anything to anybody, promise!" Robbie looked up at the lad and smiled, "thanks!" "Where's your beat?" Chris asked chirpily as he placed the helmet on his own head. "Salford!" "Pity!" Chris replied. "Why?" asked Robbie. "I'd still prefer your beat to be on my arse!" Robbie laughed. "Where do you think Byron went?" Simon asked with some concern in his voice. "he probably went home." "Well, we best be off then!" "yeah! See you lads!" "Thanks Robbie!" As the two were about to go Robbie looked up and asked quietly, "promise you won't say anything lads?" "I might wolf-whistle you if I see you on the beat!" Simon replied with a cheeky smile. "Of course we won't!" Chris added as he leaned over and gave the policeman a kiss on the cheek, "you is one of us after all!" And they left.