Mr. Smith and Me
by
Tiel
"Come with me," old Mr. Jerry Smith said.
He got up. He wasn't way taller than me, but he was plenty bigger, and something about the way he stood there without a smile on his face put across that he wasn't all that happy.
"Where we going? Sir?"
"Into the other room, of course."
I won't say he was scaring me, he just wasn't happy. But as a grown boy, I couldn't remember the last time I felt like this.
Mr. Smith was a round-shoulder, gray-face, short squat futty dutty, not that old, probably but a good deal older than me. He was just home from work and hadn't changed out of his suit, which I sized up as a brown rag that smelled like cigars. Mr. Smith figured to be pretty important, if you listened to his son Billy. He worked at a bank and was supposed to be a real live executive, and so what if he looked like a shoe salesman at the mall.
He led me down the hall of his house and halfway down he stepped aside and passed me by him, following up behind with his hand resting on the back of my neck. He headed me into another room.
The bedroom? There was nobody home. I stopped square in the doorway sizing all this up, looking into the place like a mutt sniffing out a cave. He put a plump hand on my shoulder and supplied me with the needed encouragement far enough to squeeze himself inside behind me and shut the door. He went on in and I just stood there gaping and fidgeting.
Fact is, I had let myself in for this purely on purpose. I had aggravated the _s_h_i_t_ out of this old guy, and now I tried to remember what the hell I was thinking. Sometimes I get off on a track and don't think what I'm doing until it's about done. I've gotta have something, and that's all there is to it, and after I got it then take a look, see about if I really want it or not. Something about Mr. Smith, in his brown laundry and cloud of cigar stink, made me want to piss him off and get a general reaction out of him. I don't like adults as a general sort of rule, I especially don't like the idea they have that I'm just hanging around to do and get for them.
This old man had the air like everybody else, and this far along into the evening I had aggravated him a ton. I had come over to his house looking for Billy. The front door was unlocked, I stepped right on in, left my coat lying on the floor by the door where I like it. I slapped on the tube, turned it up a little loud, like I like to have it, he walked out of his back office, there was a little give and take along the lines of me doing and getting, one thing lead to another and here we were.
He went to the bed and sat down.
"Come on over here, son."
I was suddenly a robot, obeying his commands. I stepped in front of him, none too quick, either. Where the hell was Billy? Billy better get his ass home and interrupt this. I hadn't see the old man mad but once, but that time he sure was mad. When he raised his voice, you heard it.
"Do you know what you have got coming to you young man?"
I nodded. "I guess I don't. Sir."
"You have just a little bit of nerve, as boys your age do. But I do not take it personally. I believe a young man like you is well served to have his sails trimmed from time to time. A young man needs something to remember him his place and his manners. A young man ... "
Old Mr. Smith scolded me awhile, not too harsh, didn't shout or anything, and a good deal of it true. He looked me right in the eyes like I was a business deal at the bank that would have but one outcome, and here we were. I didn't argue, it _d_a_m_n_ sure wouldn't do any good, and he lectured me for a long time.
"I want to hear you ask me for your punishment. Do you understand me? Go ahead and do that, young man. It will do you good. Ask."
"I was bad, I guess. I'm sorry. I won't do that again. I shouldn't have mouthed off like I did. It was disrespectful. I don't need no punishment. I won't do it again."
I was hanging my head low, and he sat in front of me patiently waiting through me coming across with about everything but what he asked for.
"'Please spank me, Mr. Smith,'" he said to me.
"What? Do you have to --"
He shook his head with a world of hurt in his eye, like I'd better, and quick.
I took a deep breath and forced it out. I couldn't believe what I just said! This was getting out of hand!
He pulled me closer, and with his hands on my hips he guided me to where he wanted me; here I was being laid over an old man's lap. Now here was I, looking at the world upside down, losing my wind. He gave me a few easy wacks that to my tremendous relief were totally shielded by my blue jeans. I am ashamed to say I have a big bottom that stretches my pants tight, almost no matter how big I buy them. But he smacked a little harder and I could hardly feel a thing. Smack! Smack! Smack! About 20 times, completely muffled by my clothes.
A wave of relief came over me, I was going to get away with murder here! I thought fast enough to make a whimper or two, sound like I was truly getting mhy deserts. I'm not sure he even heard me, he was grunting and getting himself worked up and trying to keep me on his lap. I wasn't really struggling, but it was awkward. Finally he gave himself a rest. My big bottom felt great, not all warm really, and especially with it all over now, I was in a mix of feelings, and when he rested his hand on my bottom and left it there, it gave me a surge of relief and security. I was looking at the dust bunnies under his bed. It was over. He wasn't that bad a guy after all. He patted me lightly and I whimpered my gratitude.
Finally he stood me up and blood rushed back into my head. I had to grab his shoulder while I swayed there for a minute. I was dizzy, I was delirious, and I fell right into him and ended up kind of hugging him. I'd really gotten mine, I thought! He was my long lost grandpa come back from the Wars to straighten my life. I was thinking to myself, I'm an idiot, look at me. He hadn't just given me a new bicycle. He'd wipped me, or tried to. His cheek was grizzly with a day old beard. He smelled like smoke. He was gross. He sure was big and beefy, and he was still kind of huffing his air, like a smoker after a marathon.
"Now this is going to hurt young man!"
"What? What?"
"You didn't even feel that lickin' through those heavy blue jeans! "
He grabbed the waist of my pants and shook me kindly. He was looking me right in the eye, still at the bank moving home the business deal. I looked him back, mystified, but couldn't keep it up and looked down at my shoes. "I should use a strap on you, young man, or a paddle, but I don't think want to do that this time."
This time? He turned me part way around, with me looking at my shoes, and my humble view was interrupted by a view of him fumbling with the snap to my cutoffs. My zipper was coming down! I started to back away a little. He yanked me closer. I listened for Billy, in a panic, but there was still nobody home.
"You stand right there while I make you ready for me. Hufff!"
I had to do what he said. He had me good and he knew it. My zipper was down and he was taking my pants down, bending himself over in front of me to make sure they got past my knees. He had a big fat neck, Mr. Jerry Smith did, and the draft on my legs was suddenly cold. He smiled slightly but I don't know that this made me relax any. O. k, so he's fooling with my pants and they're down. I can deal with this, I can deal with this. I had stuck out the first part, I'd make it through this part. How much worse could it be? He was huffing like an old horse. He'd crap out pretty quick. This was easy, this was just like being a kid. He'll wap me a few more times, maybe sting my legs good and red, it would be over and I'd be out of here. Geez this was something. My round bottom was tingling just waiting for this. I'd have something to think about after this!
Geez, I hope I can keep from crying. I won't cry, will I? My zipper was down, he was having my cutoffs down, they fell right down to the floor. I stood there in my underpants and my T-shirt like I was in a department store dressing room. He bumped me and I stumbled, I was now kind of standing on my cutoffs. He pulled and I fell over his lap, and my cutoffs stayed behind on the floor. He took the waistband of my underpants in his fingers and he tugged them up snug, and he stretched my T-shirt down low over them. This was reassuring!
"Over you go! That's a boy."
"Young man, you know the kind of behavior you have exhibited today is just the kind of behavior a young man will have cause to regret. Don't you, son? You know exactly where that kind of behavior will land you, right where you are this minute, waiting to get you fanny tanned!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
By the time he gave me 20 good smacks, I was missing my jeans big time. I was grinning hard at the dust bunnies, stooped way over at the floor, holding out from crying, and doing so successfully so far. But I was in the neighborhood of my soggy limit.
Far as preserving my modesty, my shirt was riding up my back. My shorts were lying right there on the floor next to me. I grabbed them and took a hunk of fabric between my teeth. I could feel my bottom getting warm under my white underpants as he laid into me. He scolded and wapped me by turns, and sometimes scolded and wapped at the same time.
I remember him holding up once saying something about, "Young man of your size and attitude needs to have his character attended to. And it needs to be done right!"
I felt my shirt pushed further up and his hands were sliding up and down my sides while he said this. Then suddenly he slipped his business hand into the waistband of my undies. He slipped right inside my underpants and took my big bottom his hand!
"Whuuuuuuuh!"
"Let's take a look see now! Up you go, give me a look at you, young man! Boost up! That's it."
I might be a hell raiser, but I'm a very proud and modest boy about this kind of stuff. His hand was warm and friendly on my bare bottom inside my underpants, but this was something new from when he was stroking me over my pants. I wiggled my fanny under his big hand with surprise.
"Oooof!" I blurted out and my feet just flew and I think I got a sneaker on his chin. He swatted me the hardest one yet and proceeded to yank my shoes off good and quick.
"Huff! Young man, you keep your hands and feet out of my way! HHHuff! That hurt!"
Next thing I knew I was being slipped out of my underpants, he was passing the waistband right over my bottom and working them down. He huffed over his work and he didn't stop until he had them right down around my ankles. Holy smokes, my bottom was out! I was bare bottomed as a six year old over this old man's lap! I couldn't believe things were going this far.
"That's right!" he encouraged me. "Well. Look where we are. Well ain't that something! Hufff!"
I was looking right and left trying to see, and finally just froze there. My bottom was completely bare, my shirt was up around my chest and underpants were flapping high around my ankles. He was huffin' and looking me over and pretty soon -- Geez this was something! I started to feel funny and tingly. I waited for his hand on my fanny.
He grabbed me with both hands above my waist and lifted me, god he was strong! moving me around on his lap. Holy _s_h_i_t_, I could feel my little _c_o_c_k_ hanging between his legs, and I could feel it poking around on his pants. I waited for his hands on my bare fanny. Here I was, about to give this man my big bottom. I wondered when he would start. I'd never had this before, this was something. My bare bottom was out and the cool air danced over it as Jerry was making adjustments. I really felt funny. I could feel every pore in the skin all down from my back to my knees, and he was brushing me accidentally from time to time and I could feel it. A couple of more of these accidental brushes and the tingling spread all over.
"That's right, that's right, ease yourself down there. Well! Look at that. We're going to warm your fanny proper, Billy James. Put you right in your place, young man! Leave you warm and red!"
He pulled my T-shirt down over my bottom until I was pretty wellcovered. I was terribly conscious of this, being modest, and yet sure aware that I was his for the spanking.
He made more adjustments, settled down, and finally he was there again, his business hand under my shirt. I couldn't see what he was doing with my face in the dust bunnies and looking upside his shoes, but his idle hand was resting under my shirt on my bottom. It was cool on me, even with all the spanking he had already done. My fanny was hiding, but his hand was there too now, just resting there. God his hand was strong!
"A young man like you has to show his bare bottom from time to time, have it warmed by his elder. Warmed good. Show him his manners. Part of growing up."
Then he removed his cool hand and pulled my T-shirt up slightly.
"There we go. That's nice. Real nice." He popped a quick play pat on my fanny!
"Boost yourself up there. C'mon boy. Give me your bottom up." He popped me a little one again.
I didn't know what to do, the blood was rushing to my head, I had my face in the carpet, my dick was feeling stranged, and my bare bottom was out in the breeze. With him huffing over me, I humped up and braced myself and "Slap!" he came down with a stinger. Wow that hurt! He was still just getting around to things, getting started.
He pushed the back of my T-shirt some more. He started in gain with the lecturing.
"A young boy like you! This is how a young boy like you ends up!" He asked if I was ready for my spanking.
"Unnnhhhh!" was all I could manage. It was hard talking around with my heart in my throat, upside down, and my _c_o_c_k_ kind of whistling a tune. No smart-ass comments now! He told me to take it like a man, and not squirm or cry or he would do it worse.
"Unnnhhh! O. k.!"
"Oouuch!" SMACK! "Unnnhhh!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was immediately and energetically struggling to get up, kicking my legs, pushing off the floor. But no way. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jerry let me have a long string of hard ones in a row.
"Ooowweeee, Oh Stop! Oouch!" SMACK! SMACK! OOUCCH! Oooh. Aww. STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" I was starting to sweat and my eyes were watering. Jerry told me I was getting five more, then I could get up. He rubbed my butt as I started to finally settle down..then...SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! These were HARD and I yelped after each one.
I started to get right up, but he didn't let me. "Not so fast, young rascal. You got your extras comin' for not cooperating."
He nudged me around a little bit and threw me off balance and I got back on his lap and the convenient lie of my shirt was shot to hell. In the process, his hand slipped between my legs and he accidentally had my _c_o_c_k_ in his hand. He removed it immediately. "Oooofff!," I said. It was like an electric shock to me. His hand was gone, but all I could feel was my whole penis and scrotum falling into his hand and swallowed up, and a slight squeeze as he was figuring out what he'd got a hold of. My _c_o_c_k_ swelled until it was rock hard. I was keenly aware of his hand on my bare bottom again. "Ooofff!!!"
He recommenced delivering what for with his hand, and now my fanny was humping up and down and I was rocking like a demented monkey over his lap. He yanked the shirt over my head and I hardly noticed, but the amazing fact was I was now completely nude, not a stitch on me, except for my socks. Not missing these last two details, he denuded me of them too, and "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" and I rocked and humped, completely delirious with my bottom on fire, and his hands all over me. Then he slowed right down, huffing like crazy, he was out of breath in the biggest way.
At last his big hand gobbled up my bottom with 10 great booming spanks, and I blubbered over his lap like a baby. He stopped for breath. Again I felt him touching me, smoothing with his open hand my bare fanny, which was boosted up at a ludicrous and obsene angle for his easy convenience. He did this for a long time, huffing from his recent effort, and once or twice I even felt his warm breath as he bowed over close to the lude object of his attention and heaved a restless sigh. I could not believe my nudity, and my position, so exposed, being used this way. My little penis, however, belied my mortification and indignity, having swollen to many times its normal size, and much larger than I thought was possible, throbbing painfully.
I froze and attended with every nerve. He was separatig my thighs. He snaked his hand between them and fondled my stiff _c_o_c_k_ very quickly. He did not linger there, twice smoothing my whole _s_e_x_. His hand snuck in and out, that fast. My _c_o_c_k_ would surely explode. And if felt slick and oily now.
"Well, well. Young man. Boost that fanny right up there again now, for your last deserts. Go on!." Smack! he gave me a little play pat that stung lightly. These little teasing play stingers were humiliating, mortifying, delivered as they were when I knew he was leering at me, enjoying my humiliation and my red-bottom discomfort. "Yessss. That's right. Boost it up high now. Oh, that's right. You know how to do it, don't you!"
Smack! Smack!
"Does your bare little fanny need more attention, Billy? Heh?"
Smack!
"Look at you, he suddenly laughed a big growling laugh, right out loud. "Bare little fanny! Warmed right good! You're nude! Not a stitch on!. Here I am come home from work to a nude little boy in my bedroom!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He was for a second time delivering a nonstop fusillade of mighty blows, and my poor fanny bounced and cracked loudly as his big hand gobbled me up again. Each blow echoed like a thundercrack as his kissed me with 10 more great booming spanks. Again I blubbered over his lap like a baby and continued for many minutes after he stopped for breath. I settled down and awoke to him smoothing my back and my thighs with his open hand, leaving my fanny to toast in the glow of its own warmth. He let my bottom down from it's obscene height, and for once I simply lay flat over his lap. I was relieved and burbled with contrition.
He huffed and I felt his warm breath closer. This old lecher was snuffling at me now, I felt his warm breath until it was so close it was actually hot. "What do we have here?" He stroked my bottom and gripped the cheeks a little apart. I felt a a sneaky finger in the cleft probing very lightly. I stopped burbling and waited with anticipation, feeling his fat fingers back there. My _c_o_c_k_ started throbbing again, I was keenly aware of my _c_o_c_k_ and his fingers. He huffed a restless sigh. He dipped his finger at me and dipped again. I felt myself becoming slippery, and moreso each time he dipped. He gripped my cheeks apart a little with one hand, and snuffled me, and dipped his finger in. Finally I yelped as he rested his thumb fully on the object of his obscene attentions.
"Need some butter there. Hmmm?"
"I - I don't know," I managed brilliantly.
He separated my thighs suddenly, and with my _s_e_x_ fully in hand, commmenced to massaging his thumb around my poor anus, thoroughly oiling it and warming it with the friction. Surely I thought my _c_o_c_k_ would explode under this attention, which continued for what seemed like forever. My anus seemed to burgeon to his attentions, and then his finger disappeared and he was bent over snuffling me. I was awash back there in his warm breath. "You're a very clean boy! Clean, indeed!" He still had my _s_e_x_ firmly in hand, and he was patting me a little stinger, He got up.
He picked me up with him and then lay me face down on the bed. He coaxed me up on all fours, my knees on the edge of the bed, my head facing the other side, my feet hanging over the edge behind me. With my _c_o_c_k_ and balls a little too firmly in his slick grip, I could nothing other than obey. He accomplished this repositioning very quickly and nudging my legs with his free hand he separated my thighs.
"Hold onto to that," he had yanked a chair around closer and made me put my hands on the chair back. This raised my torso slightly and angled my backside downward. He never let go of my _c_o_c_k_, the painful throbbing of which had to be sensible to his hand. He disappeared behind me, I struggled to look around to see and only caught a glimpse of his face, flushed with lust, before his lowered himself behind me.
"Ohhh!" I yelped. His hand squeezed tighter, almost painfully so, warning me not to struggle or thrash. I gripped the life out of the chair in my fists as his other hand completely covered my bottom, fondling me. His breath felt closer than ever, "Ohhh, ohhh!" I cried -- was that his nose touching me, his nose snuffled at my anus, which he covered and uncovered with his hand, in a lude came of hide and peek. "Ohhh! Ohhh, please," I protested as finally his hand, with a last squeeze, left my _s_e_x_, enlisted with his other hand to separate my fanny cheeks wide. His hot nose was there, and I bucked and rocked as much as I dared, and got a good stinger on fanny for my trouble. He had me spread wide, and he used his oiled thumbs to massage directly on my anus, and
"There's some butter, my tender little oyster. There's some butter, my oily little shellfish. Yesss!"
Against my best efforts, my bottomhole burgeoned out to this lude and humiliating attentions by his big powerful thumbs. "Ohhh!" I groaned in mortification. "Oh, please, Mr. Smith!"
"OHHHH! OfHHHH, please," I screamed as he separated the twin halves of my bottomhole, and I could feel his nose. I felt his whiskers around me back there, and expressions of unfettered lust. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out in a long scream as he touched me slightly, very slightly, with his tongue.
He thrust his tongue into me over and over again. He took my penis in his fat slippery hand and smoothed and jerked it and pushed his tongue deep into my anus. Soon I was shooting all over the bed, and he scooped up the first flood and covered my bottom with it. "Splat!" he spanked me a stinger as I spurted all over the mattress. A thick finger penetrated my bottom and sank in all the way to the knuckle. Jets white milk splattered all over the covers, he pumped his fat finger in and out of my anus, lubricated by the first flood of my seed.
I spurted and spurted and cried out, breathing heavy and grunting with his finger working me and his hand using my penis. Finally I exhausted myself and he stopped. He dressed me quickly and lead me to his front door where my coat was lying on the floor. I had something to think about before I misbehaved around Mr. Jerry Smith again!