It has been a while since I posted the first three parts of this story, so you might want to go back and read them before going into this. I hope you enjoy!
Drama Class (part 4)
I walked home from Steven's in a daze. Tucked under my arm was the taped evidence of my second spanking. Steven handed it to me as I walked out the door and I was very glad to have it under my control. Something like that could be very hard to explain if it got into the wrong hands. Of course, I had to admit that I was dying to watch it. I'd never actually seen anyone get a spanking before, other than the one I'd administered to Steven, and that hardly counted. After all, it is hard to really observe a spanking when you're the one giving it. The prospect of seeing myself on the receiving end fascinated me.
Later, after dinner, while I waited for my parents to go to bed so I could watch the video, I did a lot of thinking. I still couldn't believe that I willingly allowed two other boys to give me a bare ass spanking. The fact that I got off on it really blew my mind. Of course, trying to understand what else I'd allowed Steven to do was beyond hope. Deep down I knew I'd wanted something to happen between us since the first time I saw him. I just never gave much thought to what that would end up being. It was great though, and I fully anticipated doing it again too.
Once I knew my parents were asleep and I was relatively safe from being discovered I popped the tape into my VCR and watched Lonnie spank me. It was the wildest thing I'd ever seen and my _c_o_c_k_ instantly reacted. The part that surprised me the most was how red my butt was when Lonnie got done with it, and believe me, it was very red. I'd never given any thought to what my butt looked like afterward, but I found it exciting. I immediately stood up, dropped my pants and took a good look at my still red ass, which, incidentally, had also developed two rather large purple bruises on the right side.
I just stood there for the longest time looking at the aftermath of my spanking. All of a sudden, this crazy idea rushed through my mind and I started to strip all my clothes off. After I was completely naked, I started up my computer and within a few minutes was staring at a web-cam image of myself on the screen. Taking time to get the pose just right so you could see my freshly spanked butt, I decided it was perfect and clicked on the save button. Moments later I was connected to the web waiting for the site to load.
My parents had gotten me a computer for my fifteenth birthday and made the mistake of connecting me to the Internet. Their second mistake was putting the computer in my bedroom where I had the time and the privacy to prowl all of the porno sites. Spanking Steven had given me an entirely new subject to explore on line and I accidentally discovered this site that allowed amateurs to post pictures of themselves. Now, I had the perfect image of myself to post.
Minutes after the site loaded I was staring at a newly posted picture of my punished backside in all its glory. I'd positioned myself just right so that you could see my butt as well as my raging hard-on. While I hadn't planned it, the smile on my face gave me a look that implied that I was ready for more. I shot the biggest load of my life jacking off to my image on the screen.
The next morning I was just getting out of the shower when the phone rang. I recognized Steven's voice immediately and guessed he was getting impatient for his return trip across my knee. However, he was actually calling to cancel our get together. He quickly explained that his mother had made plans for him and that he wouldn't be available to do anything. Of course, that meant we had to delay his scheduled lap ride until at least the next weekend.
Saying I was disappointed would have been an understatement. Yesterday, I'd been too exhausted after my trip across Lonnie's lap and my first _s_e_x_ual romp to take Steven in hand. Now, I'd have to wait another week. Steven had been very apologetic on the phone, but I was still a little angry when we said good bye and I put the phone down. After all, I'd really been looking forward to using that hairbrush on his bared backside.
I moped around the house for the rest of the morning and spent most of the time feeling sorry for myself. Around noon my friend Bobby called and we made plans to spend the rest of the day in my bedroom playing computer games. At least with Bobby around I wouldn't be thinking of Steven's backside being stretched across my lap.
Before I met Steven, I'd only had one other _s_e_x_ual experience with another guy and that was with Bobby. We'd been friends for a long time and once, after we'd been surfing the porno sites on my computer, got excited and actually jerked off together. Although we never so much as touched each other that day, I always had the feeling that he really wanted to do a lot more. Steven came into the picture right after that and I never had the opportunity to get Bobby alone again so I could find out for sure.
Bobby and I had been playing on the computer for about an hour when my Mother announced that she and my Father were going somewhere and that they'd be gone until early evening. That left Bobby and I alone in the house. Inside, I almost wished that Steven were up in my bedroom and not Bobby. I was certain that Steven and I could use the privacy to our benefit, but with Bobby, I wasn't so sure.
Later, after we'd gotten bored with the game, I took a bathroom break and left Bobby alone in my bedroom for a few minutes. Just as I came back into the room, I saw Bobby staring at the TV and heard this loud, "Did you pea on me?" Instantly, I realized that I'd left the tape of my spanking in the VCR and that Bobby had somehow discovered it.
Glancing at the TV, I saw a close up of my bright red butt on the screen and raced to turn the VCR off. Bobby had seen it all and was just sitting there staring at me with his mouth gaping wide open. I didn't know what to do.
"Ah....I....uh," I stuttered. "You, ah, weren't supposed to see that."
Bobby just sat there looking at me, his eye's almost popping out of his head.
"Just forget you saw it," I said, sounding scared. "OK?"
Bobby's look of surprise changed suddenly to one of amusement, and he burst into a fit of laughter. Finally getting himself under control, he managed to say, "what was that all about?"
"Nothing," I blurted out. "It wasn't anything important. Just forget about it, OK?"
A wide grin spread across his face as he looked up at me standing there in front of the TV. He had me cold and he knew it. "I know that was you on the tape, Mike," he said. "What the hell were you doing?"
I just about lost it right then and there. Panic spread through me and I suddenly started to plead for him not to tell anyone what he'd seen.
"Calm down," he insisted. "I didn't say I was going to tell anyone. I just asked what you were doing."
"You won't tell anyone?" I asked, not sure I'd heard him right.
"I don't do stuff like that to my friends." He answered. "You should know that."
The panic I'd originally felt suddenly changed into a strong sense of guilt and embarrassment. I just couldn't believe that my best friend had accidentally discovered the games that Steven and I had been playing. What was going to be worse was trying to explain it. No matter what I said, I just knew Bobby would think I was some kind of pervert or something.
"So," he said. "What were you doing anyway?"
"Nothing, Bobby," I insisted. "Just forget it, OK?"
"Come on," he said, sounding rather put out. "Tell me what you were doing on that tape."
There was absolutely no way he was going to let the issue go and I knew it. I had to tell him something, I just didn't know what. If I told him the truth he'd think I was crazy and if I made something up it would sound even worse. Finally, I caved in and decided to tell him everything. At least I wouldn't have to keep it a secret from him anymore.
For the next five minutes I poured my heart out to him and explained everything from the start. Bobby sat quietly through the entire explanation without interrupting me a single time. Once the whole story was out, he sat there staring blankly back at me.
After a long silence, he finally said, "there is just one thing I don't understand."
"What's that?" I asked, hoping the nightmare would soon be over.
"Why'd you make the movie?"
"I don't know," I said. "It was just something Lonnie and Steven wanted to do. They thought it would be fun. I guess I just went along with them."
"Was it?" He asked bluntly.
"Was it what?" I said, not understanding the question?"
"Was it fun?"
I sensed my face immediately turning bright red again as I answered, "Yeah."
"Rewind the tape so I can see the entire thing," Bobby said.
Up until this point I was dying inside. The last thing I'd wanted was for Bobby to see the entire tape. The little bit of it that he had seen was embarrassing enough and I did everything I could to talk him out of it. The more he insisted upon seeing the tape, the more I resisted showing it to him.
Suddenly, without any warning, he stood up and pushed me away from the VCR. Before I knew what was happening, he pushed a few buttons and started rewinding the tape. "I want to see this," he said. "Now shut up and let me watch it."
Moments later, there I was, slowly undressing for the camera.
At some point during the tape I'd gotten excited and stood there with an erection tenting out the front of my pants. I was still amazed at how hard Lonnie spanked and how red my butt was when the spanking was over. Bobby sat there with his eyes glued to the screen.
"You actually like doing that?" He asked, once the tape was over.
There was no point in lying to him after what he'd seen, so I said, "yeah,"
"Steven likes it too?"
"More than I do," I answered, smiling for the first time.
"Jesus, Mike," he said, shaking his head. "I can't believe you let someone spank you. I don't think I could do that."
"Why not?" I asked. "You might like it."
"What's to like?" He said. "Pain?"
"There are other things besides pain," I said. "Like excitement. I got boned up, didn't I?"
"Yeah," he said, giggling. "You couldn't miss that!"
"Well," I said, grinning back at him. "Don't knock it until you've tried it."
"I'm not letting you spank me!" He insisted.
"Why not?" I asked, liking the way this conversation was going. "You might like it."
"Yeah, right," he said, with a smirk. "Besides a sore ass, what would I get out of it?"
"That depends," I said, seeing an opportunity. "What would you like?"
Bobby just stared at me for a moment before saying, "Are you saying you want to spank me?"
"Not necessarily," I said. "I'm just asking what you would want to get out of it if I did. I wasn't suggesting anything."
"It would have to be something really good before I'd let you do that," he explained.
"Like what," I insisted. "If I asked you to let me spank you, what would you expect in return?"
"I don't know," he said, turning a little pink around the ears. "Maybe a blow job or something."
"See," I said. "There is something you could get out of being spanked."
"Like you'd really do it," he said, staring back at me.
He did have a point. I'd never sucked _c_o_c_k_ before and wasn't so sure I was ready to start. Although, I'd never let anyone up my ass before Steven did it either, and I liked that. Maybe going down on Bobby wouldn't be that bad. At least it might be worth trying it to get Bobby over my knee. Making a decision, I said, "I will if you will."
"You're kidding, right?" he said, giving me this blank look.
"No," I calmly said. "I'm dead serious"
Bobby just looked at me for a moment and then broke into nervous laughter. "You'd really suck it?" He finally asked.
"After you took a spanking," I said, wanting to clarify the stakes. "Then I'd really do it."
I could tell Bobby was mulling the proposal over in his mind. He was interested in getting the blowjob, but wasn't sure it was worth putting his ass on the line? After a few uneasy moments of silence, he said, "Would you do it very hard?"
"Listen," I said, "Do you want a real blow job?"
"Yeah."
"Then you'll get a real spanking. Nothing more, nothing less." I said, firmly. "A real spanking for a real blow job, that's the deal. Take it or leave it."
You could see the little wheels turning inside Bobby's head. He really wanted that blowjob and I was holding firm on the price. Breaking the silence, Bobby said, "You'll really blow me if I take the spanking?"
"Promise." I said, crossing my heart. "Is it a deal?"
"I guess so," he said, sounding a little frightened.
"Good," I said, grinning from ear to ear. "You'll have to take all your clothes off."
With out saying a word, Bobby stood up and pulled off his T-shirt and let it drop to the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat there watching him undress. I'd seen his _c_o_c_k_ when we jerked off together, but I'd never seen him completely naked and his body pleasantly surprised me. He was thin, but not skinny and his chest was well defined. There wasn't a single hair anywhere to be seen except for a slight trail of blonde fuzz running from his navel to the top of his jeans.
Moving slowly, he lifted one foot and pulled the shoe off before letting it drop with a loud thud onto the floor. After the second shoe was on the floor, he quickly unfastened his jeans and pushed them into a heap at his feet. Seconds later, his boxers were on the floor and he was standing there completely naked.
I was disappointed with the fact that he wasn't hard already. His soft _c_o_c_k_ hung straight down between his legs and was a lot smaller than the last time I saw it. Still, I knew that I'd have a hard time getting my mouth around it once it had grown to its full size. My own equipment had been straining the fabric of my pants since the discussion first began and was throbbing unmercifully.
"OK," Bobby said, looking down at me. "Now what?"
Suddenly, I realized that I didn't have anything to spank him with. This whole situation had been a surprise and I didn't think to get anything. Looking around the room for something that would work, I spotted my dress shoes in the closet. The smooth leather soles would work just fine to blister his bare butt. "Go get me one of my dress shoes," I said in a firm voice, pointing to the closet.
"What for?" Bobby asked, looking confused.
Flashing him an evil grin, I said, "You'll see."
Shrugging his shoulders, Bobby retrieved the shoe and handed it to me. "Here," he said. "What do you want me to do?"
"Lay over my lap," I told him. "And get your butt in the air."
Slowly, Bobby crawled across my legs and put his butt into position.
"Now," I said. "I don't want you moving around during the spanking. If you move off my knee, we'll have to start over from the beginning. Understand?"
"Yeah," he said, sounding impatient. "Just get it over with, OK?"
I'd known Bobby for a long time and because of it, I also knew that if I really spanked him hard he'd never do it again. His thin frame and softly rounded butt was made for being spanked and I was determined to have him in this position a lot in the future. So, I quickly decided to only give him enough of a spanking to sting but not cause tears. By taking it easy on him this time I'd probably be able to talk him into doing it a second, and hopefully a third time.
"This is going to hurt," I said, trying to prepare him for his first spanking.
"Just do it," he insisted, wanting to get the spanking behind him.
Eager to do just that, I brought the shoe up in the air and quickly gave him a solid swat on the left side of his ass.
SMACK!
He just lay there without so much as gritting his teeth.
WHACK! SLAP! WHAP!
Slowly and methodically I started spanking his bare butt, all the while being aware of how hard I hit him. I wanted the spanking to burn, but not too much. There would be other times for harder spankings. This one had to be an investment for the future. Too hard and I'd scare him away.
All in all, I must have given him about seventy-five medium swats and he didn't move a muscle. Hell, he didn't even let out an "ow" or anything to indicate that he was in pain and I was a little disappointed. But, I knew that the next time I got him in this position, things would be different.
I was happy to see the erection bouncing between his legs when I allowed him to slip off my knee and get to his feet. Of course, I didn't know if the spanking or his anticipation of the next part of our deal had caused the excitement, but then it didn't matter. Either way, he was obviously enjoying the game and that is exactly what I'd hoped for.
A few minutes later, I was on my knees with my head buried in his lap. It was all I could do to actually put his _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth the first time, but it wasn't as bad as I'd expected it to be and I had almost started getting into it when he surprised me with a mouthful of salty cum. With his _c_o_c_k_ in my mouth, I had no choice but to swallow or choke, so I grudgingly forced the liquid down into my stomach. Each time I'd clear my mouth he'd fill it back up again with another load of his odd tasting goo.
Once he'd spent his load completely and was satisfied with the act, he backed his pole out of my mouth and stood there gasping for air. With a wide smile covering his face, he softly said, "that was great!" Jumping to my feet, I made a beeline to the bathroom and used almost a half bottle of Listerine to get the taste of his spunk out of my mouth.
"You could have at least warned me you were going to shoot in my mouth," I grumbled, coming back into the bedroom. "I didn't think you were going to do that."
"Remember what you said," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "A real spanking for a REAL blow job. Nothing more, nothing less."
It was done and there wasn't anything I could do about it now except grin back at him. The whole thing hadn't been that bad. I'd certainly entertain the thought of doing it again, and next time, the spanking would be very real.
Later that night, I shot a load of my own remembering the taste of his _c_o_c_k_. The memory of that surprise mouthful of his hot cum would stay with me for the rest of my life and never fail to cause intense excitement between my legs.
The next few days went along like they usually do. Then on Thursday I got a big surprise when I opened my locker at school. There on the floor was a folded up piece of paper that someone had obviously slid between the air vents in the locker door. I couldn't help but notice that my name was carefully hand printed on the outside of packet as I slowly unfolded the paper. My heart suddenly went into overdrive when the image of my freshly spanked butt stared back at me from the inside of the note. In big block letters, someone wrote, "Looks like you need a spanking!"
Instantly, I spun my head around trying to see if anyone was watching me reading the note. Everyone with in sight of my locker appeared to unaware that I was standing there and I guessed that whoever had put the note in my locker hadn't stayed to see my reaction. Still, I was scared out of my mind and my hands suddenly started sweating. Someone in the school had seen my photo on the web and knew my secret. The big question was who had seen it and what they were going to do with the information.
For the rest of the day I thought of little else. Someone knew my secret and I was scared to death that they might expose it to the school. The ramifications of that thought left me feeling almost sick. There would be no way I could explain that picture to anyone without incriminating myself even further. Of course, just thinking of what the reaction of the kids at school was going to be left me in a cold sweat. Still, by the time the last bell rang no one had made any further attempt to contact me about the photo. I had some hope that I could get out of this without having the entire school find out.