This is the second part of my college spanking experience. The first part was called "Well-whacked" and you might want to read that first.
After that night in the dorm when Alex spanked me the first time, I was worried that things would be weird between us. But he never even acknowledged that it had happened, he just went on treating me like he always had. I did start going out with him and his buddies a bit more, and we usually had a good time. I guess he couldn't quite talk about what had happened, so we just didn't.
That didn't mean nothing had changed, though. After that night Alex seemed to take charge of me and my studies; he would grill me about my work, make sure I kept up with assignments and did my laundry, etc. He also began insisting that I work out at the gym regularly, and sometimes set me goals to work toward, goals which were tough! It wasn't long before I was in the best shape I had ever been, I started to look like I fitted in with his jock crowd. They teased him a little about being my "coach", but he would just growl about having to ride herd on me and give me a smile.
That wasn't all that changed either. When I woke up after that night when he had spanked me, and had _s_e_x_ with me, I wondered what would happen between us. Nothing, it seemed, back to just being roommates-- until one time we went out and he had a little too much beer. Back in the room, I heard that tone in his voice again, telling me I wasn't working as hard as I could.
"Come on Mike, you know you can do better. What do I have to do to make you see that?"
I froze when he said that, sitting on my bed taking off my shoes. He was looking at me, and I just sat there looking scared, I'm sure.
"Mike. Come here. Now."
I stood up and walked over to where he sat at his desk, shivering a little. When I stood in front of him he began to calmly lecture me on what he wanted, how my grades needed to be and how I had to go further in the gym. While he talked he held my eyes with his, and I felt him start to undo my belt. I jumped at the touch and he grabbed the waistband hard and pulled me back.
"Look me in the eye, Mike. Stand still until I tell you different."
His eyes were shining and his face looked odd, but I lifted my head and met his gaze. He smiled a little and went back to my belt, talking the whole time as he unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and lowered my jeans. I was trembling so hard I could hardly stand. He still had his eyes locked on mine when I felt him put his big hands on my hips.
"So what are we gonna do, buddy boy? Why am I taking care of you if you just blow it off the way you've been? I guess I should let you go back to being a pussy like you used to be, huh?"
What? Alex wasn't going to help me anymore? Tell me what to do? I gulped and my chin quivered but I couldn't speak.
"So what's it gonna be, Mikey? You gonna show me that I'm not wasting my time or what?"
I stood for a second then nodded my head. "Um, please man, I'm so sorry for letting you down." He nodded too. Then he pulled me gently over his knee, and I didn't resist, although I grunted a bit getting into position.
His voice was softer now. "Okay pal... okay... gonna do okay..." He was stroking my butt as he spoke, pulling my shirt up so my lower back was exposed. Then he stopped dead! I wondered if he was going to stop and push me away, and I was scared enough to hope he would, almost. Then...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand fell hard onto my butt!! SMACK! SMACK!!! He spanked me with hard, even blows and I was in agony again, writhing but trying to take it. He wasn't even breathing hard.
"You like that Mike? You see what's gonna happen every time you _f_u_c_k_ up on me?"
I couldn't talk, just grunt and pant as he pounded my ass. Then he stopped, as suddenly as he started. Again I wondered what was going on when he pulled me up and yanked down my boxers. My dick immediately began to stiffen as he stared at me. He stood up and quickly dropped his pants. Man his _c_o_c_k_ was so huge, and it wasn't all the way hard yet. Without a pause he pulled me back over his knee, and there it was, that hot poker sticking into my belly. No talking now... he just spanked.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK...
Oh god I was on fire, and now I started to whimper, then to cry quietly, then just weep with pain and shame. "Please man no, oh Alex stop oh god it hurts aw, aww, awww please oh man no no aw aww awww OW OWW!!"
The spanking slowed til soon he was giving me single, hard slaps that I couldn't predict, and ran his hands over my butt between them. My stomach was sticky from his precum where his dickhead was rubbing my abs, and my dick was throbbing madly, hard as a rock.
"_d_a_m_n_, boy, your ass is red. You like it don't you?" SMACK "Don't you?" SMACK SMACK! "Don't you bro?" SMACKSMACKSMACK!!!
I was almost incoherent, sobbing and gulping. He lifted me and leaned me over his desk, rubbing my red butt. I heard him go into a drawer for something and knew he was lubing his dick. We both still had our shirts on, and he pressed against my back and reached around to take hold of my dripping _c_o_c_k_, leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"Not finished Mike. You gotta show me that you'll do what I want, don't you?"
I nodded, still choking with sobs. I remembered how it felt when he had _f_u_c_k_ed me the last time, how it hurt so much at first, and then how good it was. I was scared but I wanted him in me again. It's a good thing he was behind me so I couldn't see how enormous his _c_o_c_k_ had gotten. I felt it instead as he put his arm around my waist and pulled me back to drive his spike deep. BAM he was all the way in, deep, no slowness at all. If I could have gotten a breath I would have screamed-- my gut was so full of this jock's huge _c_o_c_k_, and he started to _f_u_c_k_ now. He was good, believe me, he knew how to do it. He _f_u_c_k_ed me standing, sitting, lying down, every which way. He _f_u_c_k_ed me this time all night, again and again, not like the first time when he stopped after he came. I had no choice. He was going to _f_u_c_k_ for as long as he could and that's what he did. I had even drifted to sleep when he went to the bathroom about 4 and he woke me by pushing inside my belly again and _f_u_c_k_ing for the last time, a _f_u_c_k_ that lasted forever.
I woke up late the next morning in my bed, my insides and butt glowing with pain and pleasure. I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach repeatedly, which I guess I had-- from inside! As I lay there he walked in from a class.
"Mike, come on, get up. You missed breakfast and you have a class soon, right?"
I got out of bed naked and got ready as he sat there and we talked-- just like nothing had happened. Again we obviously were going to proceed as if everything were totally usual between us, and not mention that he'd had his _c_o_c_k_ inside me for most of the previous night. I didn't know what to think or say-- so I kept quiet.
That was how it started to go. He was like a big brother, advising, coaching, even getting me dates! We went out with his teammates a lot, but I never knew what to expect. He never even mentioned any of this when he was sober, and not always when drinking. But once in a while something clicked and he would either spank me, or spank and _f_u_c_k_ me... and next morning it was like nothing had happened.