The stress level in the workplace is incredible nowadays and even worse if you are in a position of authority. My boyfriend and life partner Jerry is the owner and manager of a medium sized company, a very type A personality that unfortunately has another bunch of type A's working under him, that's the nature of his business. As you can imagine the stress level is very high dealing with all these guys, all of them are stubborn and very opinionated even when they are flatly wrong in their reasoning. We have developed a system that works very well to keep my lover's blood pressure under control and help keep him from ulcers and other nasty stuff.
Many, many times I had Jerry come home and tell me about the latest escapade at work and how he wished that he could deal with it as simply as his father used to.
"That darn Bill!" he exclaimed, "What a bonehead he is! He kept on arguing and arguing about his pet project even though it has been proven to be worthless and he just wouldn't shut up even when I told him to just move on and do his new work I assigned him. I tell you, I know what would have happened to me back when I was young and was that much of a pain in the ass, I'd have a big pain in the ass pretty darn quick!"
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Well, you know that I trained under Dad," he said, "and Dad was always really reasonable about listening to me or anyone for that matter. If I disagreed with him I could say so but his was the final decision regardless and even as late as my twenties I knew better than to push the argument any further once he had made his decision. Going ahead and arguing about something that he had decided on could result in my taking a walk out to the shed and getting my hide tanned."
I knew that his father had spanked him as a kid but didn't know that it had gone on that long. I happen to like to get spanked and we played the 'bad boy' game quite often with me ending up over his knees getting a good old fashioned spanking, pants and shorts down and bare bottom up and presented for the attention that he wanted to pay to it. Boy, we had a great time in bed after one of those sessions!
"Did it help you change your mind?" I asked.
"Nah, not really," he replied, "I still had my opinion which generally turned out wrong but I sure did think about things while that paddle was smacking my bare butt, I can tell you that for sure. I think it helped keep Dad from having a stroke or a heart attack as well, I was a pretty hard person to work with back in those days."
"You should get a woodshed clause written into their employment contract," I giggled, 'If I keep on arguing with the boss when he tells me what to do he can take me out back and tan my hide for me', for example."
"If it was only that simple," he said, "quite a few of those spoiled brats could use a good butt warming, that's for sure. I don't think it would do much good but boy, it sure would make me feel better!"
That gave me my idea. Like I said, I like getting spanked, even pretty darn hard even though I don't seem to often get spanked hard enough to cry about it. My partner can make my bottom sting like a millions bees took up residence on it but all it does is make the two of us horny as anything.
About a week after that conversation Jerry came home complaining about the latest antics of his underlings.
"Why can't they understand that the idea won't work?" he said, "Sometimes they just can't see the woods for the trees."
I let him rant on while he got changed into more comfortable clothes and then got him settled in his chair with a drink by his hand. He was still talking about his problems at work. Supper was in the oven and wouldn't be ready for about another hour and a half or so.
I went over to his side and dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles and lay down across his knees, bottom up in my old familiar position.
"What's this?" he asked.
"A surrogate bottom," I replied, "pretend it belongs to the guy you are complaining about. One boy bottom looks pretty much like another. Turns red the same way, too."
"You mean it?" he said, "I'm pretty ticked off at that guy and I'm likely to spank pretty darn hard, you know."
"Just go for it," I replied, "it will make you feel better to let it all out and I know that you won't hurt me, spank me yes, but hurt me no. Pretend I'm not here and it's your worker that's over your knees."
Jerry is very good at role playing, when we are playing bad boy and daddy he is really a stern father out to teach his son a lesson. For the next fifteen, twenty minutes he bawled him out, telling him what he was doing wrong and why the idea would never work, all the time spanking me. As spankings go, I've gotten hotter ones for sure even playing around but it did make my fanny burn quite a bit. Of course in truth instead of punishing me it was just making me tremendously aroused. Once I was soundly spanked he led me over to a corner in the living room and made me stand there with my hands on my head, my pants and underwear still around my ankles and my white T-shirt hiked up enough to make a nice frame for my red ass.
"Think about what I just explained to you!" he roared, "Once you have then we can talk about it again but not argue about it!"
I stood there like that for about ten minutes or so while he drank his drink and then he came over to me and put his arms around me and pressed his crotch tightly against my still hot behind.
"Thanks, dear," he said, "I love you and appreciate what you are willing to do for me, I feel a lot better now."
I squirmed around in his grip so my woody was drooling onto his pants and kissed him.
"No problems, luv," I said, "I want to keep you healthy."
Supper was delayed for a bit while we went upstairs into our bedroom. Afterwards I served the meal and sat at the table in the nude so Jerry could admire his hand work. It is very nice to have your lover patting and rubbing your bare bottom while you are doing the dishes after supper is over with.
Both of us are completely able to divide this part of our lives from the rest of it, while he is spanking me pretending that I am one of his workers who could most likely use what I am getting, for that time I am that person. The rest of our lives, even my play spankings, is separate entirely.
Some of my so called 'play' spankings can be considered a pretty darn good butt warming on occasion. Most of the time Jerry will do the simple thing and take down my pants and shorts and over his knees I got and he'll tan my hide using his hand, just a typical bad boy spanking. There are occasions that I just need something that stings a lot more and that's when the light paddle or the belt or strap comes into play. We don't use a heavy paddle for playing, it causes too many bruises. We have an old wooden backed hairbrush that we use for special occasions and scenarios, those spankings always take place in the bathroom. We play lots of silly games like this and both of us get into it quite a bit. I can be a very whiny, bratty, little boy and Jerry can be a really strict 'dad' when the game requires it. Getting my fanny soundly spanked and then paddled with the hairbrush while I'm laying across Jerry's knees while he sits on the toilet, my pajama pants puddled around my ankles, is a favorite of ours. I really should learn not to get caught playing with myself while sitting on the john.
Most of the time for these heavier spankings I am naked, it is just the way I want it. Some of the time I'm over his knees, we do that all the time with the paddle and sometimes with the belt. When I've been really, really 'bad' he'll put me on the spare bedroom's twin bed with a couple of pillows under my belly to raise my butt into proper spanking attitude and use the belt or strap while standing beside the bed, walking from side to side to insure that my entire bum is well spanked. Once he is done spanking me I'm sure that you can get the idea of what happens next, me laying there on my belly, reddened rump raised up and legs slightly spread. Thank goodness for the towel on top of the pillows!
It is normally my choice when it comes to using a tool on my bottom though occasionally Jerry will be in the mood for a certain game that we like to play and will suggest it. He is very good about spanking me making it hurt enough to make me believe that I've been spanked but not so hard as to leave my ass welted or bruised a lot, that's no fun for either of us, me, because it hurts for a long time, Jerry, because he won't spank me again until my rump is healed up completely.
One day Jerry came home really upset and down in the dumps. He had nothing but problems that day with one of the guys, he is a great worker but likes to argue about everything.
"Darn it all," he said, "if I had given him that much crap my father would have paddled me so hard I wouldn't sit down comfortably for three days."
"Did he really spank you that hard when you were older?" I asked.
"Did he!" Jerry said, "I guess he did! Once when I was twenty-five or so I was pretty pig-headed and lost the company quite a bit of money from one of my ideas that I didn't clear with him first. By rights he should have canned me then and there, instead he took me out to the shed and blistered my bottom so hard that I was sitting on a pillow for days afterwards."
I thought about this one for a few minutes, I can tell you that for sure. You might find it hard to believe that even with as much as I enjoy getting spanked a spanking can still be used to punish me and it is on occasion. If I get moody and nasty there is nothing in the world like a good butt warming to get me back in a good mood. I had explained that to Jerry early on and he is quite capable of giving me a for real spanking if I needed it. Sometimes he gave me one when I didn't want it and I love him for it for that is just what a father should do and I look up to him just like I would a father.
There is one thing that I have going into what could prove to be a really hard and painful spanking, I know that although it will hurt like crazy that all told there will be minimal damage to my bum, sure, there will be some bruises and blistering but nothing that will keep me out of commission for very long. That's the wonder of a spanking and why they work like they do. A guy's butt is about the perfect location for corporal punishment.
"Come on, Jer," I said, taking him by the hand and getting him to rise from his chair, "there is only one thing to do about this problem."
We left the house and went out back to the shed. It wasn't really a wood shed but that's what we called it. We figure that anyplace where a boy gets spanked that is not in the house can have the designation of a wood shed. This is where we go on those rare occasions when I need a real spanking. I do feel like a little kid when I come out here which adds to the atmosphere of it being a punishment and not a game.
"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Jerry warned, "if we start this scenario I'm going to paddle you hard, you know."
"Jer," I said, kissing him, "it is better that my ass hurts a bit than you have a heart attack. You got to let the pressure out and relieve the stress and that's all there is to it."
"Okay," he said, getting the paddle, the same, original paddle that he had felt on his own bottom so many times in the past, off of its hook on the wall. He sat down in the sturdy straight chair and started in.
"Phil," he said, calling me by the worker's name, "you've been a complete jerk and a pain in the ass lately and it's time for that to stop. You need to learn that my word is law in the company, it's my responsibility to keep it running at a profit and your idea was just plain foolish. I'm about to spank all that foolishness out of you, by the time I get done with you any idea of messing around with me will be gone, believe me. Take your clothes off!"
I was in role as well and argued about the idea of taking my clothes off in front of him and whined about how he can't do this to me but he firmly reminded me of the contract I had signed when I started working at the company. Very, very, slowly I took off my clothes down to my underwear.
"These come off too," he said, "it's your hide I want to wear out, not your briefs!" He roughly yanked down my briefs, baring my butt and freeing my erect willie and made me step out of them and then tossed them onto the pile of my clothing.
I was soon naked across his knees, bottom up and ready and Jerry wasted no time but started right in paddling my tail for me. Darn it all, that paddle hurts! I was kicking and thrashing my legs around and doing considerable begging for the spanking to stop but Jerry paid no attention to my plaints but continued to tan my hide for me. That is how it should be in this case, I knew what I was asking for and I've yet to hear of a father that will stop spanking his kid just because he begs him to.
There is a certain intensity of spanking that will get through to even a person that likes getting spanked and this darn paddle can reach that intensity easily and before long I was crying for real, that paddle just burned so much on my bum!
Finally when my bottom was a hot as it ever gets and I was sobbing and bawling rather loudly, Jerry tossed the paddle on the floor. He suddenly yanked my right leg forward and up and started to spank my butt hole with his hand, sharp, stinging slaps.
"If you feel that you need to talk through this thing," he hollered, "I'll make darn sure that you feel it next time you do!" His strong hand slapped up and down my crack about fifty times or so, most of the smacks landing on my pucker. I sure didn't have to fake yelling at all during this part of my spanking, it hurts to be spanked there!
Jerry put me on my feet and guided me over to the corner of the shed and made me stand there with my nose on the wall and hands behind my neck, no rubbing allowed! This is very effective in truth, there is nothing quite so humiliating as standing in a corner while your butt throbs with pain and is on full display to the rest of the room you are in. Not being allowed to even touch your freshly spanked bottom makes it seem to hurt much more than if you could rub it hard.
"You stay right there and think about the lesson you just learned," Jerry ordered, "I'll be back in a bit." He left the shed leaving me with my bottom pulsing with pain.
While I stood there I readjusted my mind set a bit so the pain subsided on my bottom, I was not playing a role any more and could somewhat enjoy my spanking though this had been a dilly for sure! I knew that although I could sit right away it would be on a cushion for a while, Jerry had smacked my sit spot quite a bit with the paddle and I was sure to be a bit bruised and blistered down there. He sure did know how to make a boy bottom hurt with minimal effort! A gift that keeps on giving, for about a week, anyhow.
Jerry came back in about fifteen minutes or so and took me from the corner and led me into the house and upstairs, boy didn't my butt hurt walking up those stairs, your ass muscles really move when you do that! He had filled our whirlpool tub with cool water and got me into the tub and I just sort of squatted there letting the jets of water play across my sore behind, it felt wonderful!
Jerry brought me a drink and sat beside the tub rubbing my shoulders, thanking me over and over for my assistance in the scenario we had just played out.
"No problems, hun," I said, "anything to try to keep you working, I hate to visit in hospital and that's where you'd end up if you don't take care of all the stress you are in. It does make you feel better, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yes," he replied, "I only wish it could have been Phil's bum I was smacking for real instead of yours. It's really his butt that should be feeling the smacks of the paddle. He will never learn a lesson this way."
"Why don't you just fire him if he irritates you so much?" I asked.
"He is an excellent worker," Jerry told me, "and does come up with some good ideas but just can't understand that once I've made a decision that is the way it's going to happen. He gets me wild arguing about something long after it's been decided."
"Well, if he values his job," I said with a grin, "give him an ultimatum some time. Either come here after hours and take a spanking or get fired."
"Oh, I don't know if I could do that," Jerry said, "he'd never go along with it."
"I don't know," I said, "if it is a choice between a sore bottom and no job maybe that will make up his mind for him. No adult will ever admit to anyone that they got a spanking and you know how to give a very hot spanking and not leave any marks, who would know except for the parties involved?"
Just think about it for a moment, can you think of any adult male that would tell anyone that they had their pants and underwear taken down and had their bottom spanked until they cried because of it? I can't think of anyone except for a person like me, but then again I'm a bit strange anyway. I tend to embarrass Jerry on occasion when I tell someone that I don't dare to do something for fear that Jerry will spank me. On one wonderful occasion we were having a garden party with another four couples, all gay of course, and by a bit of figuring beforehand I got my bare bum spanked by Jerry in front of everyone for messing something up with the food. It was great and I had to spend the rest of the afternoon without my pants so all could see my red bottom. It also started one heck of a conversation with Jerry telling everyone how he spanked me on a regular basis to keep me in line. Funny thing, though, before the afternoon was over two more guys got their fannies warmed up there in the back yard though from the sounds they didn't like it as much as I do. I, of course, had howled and yowled like Jerry was killing me, that is a must after all. The sight of three young guys walking around without pants so their hot bums were on display made all of us quite excited.
That was kinda silly in itself for we all went swimming naked in the pool so nudity itself was no big deal, I think it is the idea of a guy walking around dressed in a T-shirt is what made it so interesting. Somehow that seems more like the garb a spanked boy should wear, his reddened bottom peeking out from under the lower hem.
About two weeks later I heard Jer's car pull into the yard and went to the door to greet him as I usually do. To my surprize there was another guy with him, acting rather subdued.
"Darling," Jer said, giving me my hello kiss, "this is Phil I've told you about. We got into it this morning and I offered him the choice we talked about, wisely he chose this one."
"Pleased to meet you, Phil," I said, extending my hand politely. "Will you be staying for supper?"
"He will," answered Jer, "but I'd set his place at the counter."
Phil was to think about his situation for a while so Jer put him in the corner with his hands behind his head.
"Er," I said, "there is something wrong with that, dear."
"Oh, I'm sorry, you're right," he said and walked over to where Phil was standing and reached in front of him and undid his fly and yanked his pants and underwear to his ankles and rolled up the back of his shirt leaving him spanking ready. "That's better," Jer said as he walked away.
Phil has one of those bottoms that just begs to be spanked, nicely rounded cheeks that stuck out a bit from his body and a well defined crease on the bottom of each one where his butt meets his legs. Even standing up straight as he was I could see a hint of dark hair coming out of his crack. As he stood there and Jer and I talked I could see him tensing and relaxing his bottom muscles.
I went upstairs with Jerry as he got changed from his work clothes.
"What are you planning for him?" I asked.
"I'm going to start with my hand," he said, "and if that doesn't do the trick I'll use the light paddle on him, that almost works with you so it should work with him."
"Good idea," I said, "you can make my butt sting big time with that thing and I bet you don't leave a mark behind on Phil's, well, behind."
Jerry laughed at that and put on a jock underneath his jogging pants. "I can't let him know how much I'm enjoying this," he said, "maybe the jock will keep things hidden a bit anyhow." He grabbed the light paddle from the dresser and we went back downstairs where Phil was waiting in the corner.
Jerry sat in his chair and I got him a drink. He called Phil over to him and he shuffled across the living room floor, his feet hobbled by his pants and underwear.
Of course I checked him out down below and saw he had about five and a half inches and that was hard as anything and pointing upward on an angle. Even better, he wasn't circumcised and had the kind of foreskin that didn't automatically retract so the head of his dick was still covered.
"Slide his 'skin back before you take him over your knees," I whispered to Jer, "one of my buddy's dad used to do that and it embarrassed the heck out of him."
Phil was standing there beside Jerry and I took a seat on the couch opposite the chair where I would have a great view of the action to come. Jer looked up at Phil.
"Are you a little bit excited about this?" he asked with a smile, reaching up and doing just as I suggested, milking back his foreskin to expose the purple head of his dick. Phil's face turned just a red as his butt was about to but I soon lost sight of that as Jerry pulled him down over his knees. Jer took him so his boy-parts were between his legs and I could see them dangling down below. Phil put his hands on the floor in front of him and his toes were just touching the floor on the opposite side and his bare bum was up high over Jer's lap and ready to spank.
I knew that Phil was in for something that he wasn't expecting for Jerry was a bad boy's nightmare. I would have been the best behaved kiddie in the world had he been my father and I didn't like to get spanked for he combined all the factors that can make a spanking very memorable indeed.
Jer has a very hard hand that doesn't seem to feel pain at all while it is creating a lot of pain on the surface it hits. He is quite strong and knows exactly where the tender spots on a boy's backside are and smacks them a lot. Two more things that make him a spanker to beware of, first of all he knows that it is about impossible to do any real lasting damage by just spanking a boy and then there is the fact that the guy seems to be tireless and can spank and spank almost forever. One night we were watching a two hour spanking video that we liked and I was laying at full length over his lap and he kept up a steady tattoo on my behind during the entire movie, smacking hard during the actual spankings and just keeping up the heat when there was dialogue going on. It was a truly sore bum making experience!
Jerry started spanking Phil, not particularly hard but slapping hard enough to make it sting and all the while was telling him about how things would go in the future.
"You have to 'spank' remember 'spank' that I'm the 'spank' boss! "SPANK SPANK SPANK!!" went part of the pretty much one way conversation. He talked to both Phil's ears and backside for quite a while before Phil started to wriggle under the sting of his hand but it did happen and then the begging started.
"PLEASE, BOSS!!" he yelled, "I'LL BE GOOD, REALLY I WILL, I WON'T ARGUE WITH YOU ANYMORE JUST PLEASE STOP SPANKING ME!!"
Jerry, as you can well imagine paid absolutely no attention to his pleas, he had heard such things before, and just kept on swatting his by now rather red backside. The sobbing started soon afterwards, intermixed with Phil's pleas for mercy but Jerry just kept up the spanking for another couple of minutes while Phil's tears fell on the floor.
Phil was put on his feet with his hands behind his head, tears and snot running down his face and stood there while Jerry undid his sneaker laces and made him step out of them and then step out of his pants and underwear as well so he went back into the corner wearing his socks and T-shirt. Phil's willie had shrunk down somewhat but his foreskin was still retracted and a silvery string of pre-cum fluid trailed toward the floor. He looked great standing in the corner with his red bottom shining out into the room.
Corner time is important in conjunction with a spanking for a few reasons. It gives the person getting spanked time to catch his breath and think about what is happening to him, it is embarrassing as anything to be standing there with your freshly spanked behind shining out into the room but most of all it gives the nerves in your bottom a chance to recover from the over stimulation that they have received. Nerves can only handle so much input before they overload and shut down but it you give them a short break they will be fully capable of feeling the spanking again.
Timing is fairly important if a second helping is to be given, you want the nerves to reset themselves but at the same time you want the spankee's behind to still be really tender and still hurting, it won't take very long for the fires to start burning merrily away again. Jerry let Phil stand and study the corner for fifteen minutes before calling him back over to where he was sitting on the chair.
Phil's willie had regained it's erect state while meditating in the corner and while Phil was lecturing him about his behavior at work he idly played with it, sliding the foreskin back and forth a few times before pushing it back so the head was fully exposed once more. Then it was back over his lap for the second part of this spanking session.
A light paddle hits with a very impressive 'crack' when it makes contact with bare guy hide, especially if it hits flat and Jerry is very good at making sure that the paddle hits with full contact no matter what part of a bottom he's spanking, he just judges the angle so all it well. Except for the person receiving these swats, that thing stings like crazy!
Phil must agree with me about the stingingness of that paddle for he started to yelp after about ten smacks and beg after another five or so and started kicking his now freed legs furiously and bucked his ass up and down trying to escape the next slap but to no avail, time after time the paddle rose a fell leaving flaming hide behind it.
Jerry gave Phil a spanking that might even have gotten tears to form in my eyes though I doubt that I would have been yelling and crying like Phil was. There was no faking going on here, I know the difference between crying from something hurting a lot and pretending to cry to make your spanker feel good and this was definitely not the latter case.
Jerry let Phil up and led him to the corner, all traces of erection gone now and everything sucked up tightly to his body, his willie once more hiding inside of its skin sheath. He sobbed in the corner for at least five minutes before he stopped and then stood there for another twenty five when Jerry let him out of the corner.
As with all spankings, once it was over it was over and nothing more was said about it. Phil did stay for supper and ate it at the kitchen counter with his pants still off and his slowly fading bottom on display for our viewing. After supper was over he even stayed for a drink, wincing just a little bit when he sat down on the soft cushions of the couch. Him and Jerry were talking shop of all things and I went upstairs into the bathroom and jerked off while they were doing this, the need was great to say the least.
This was the beginning of the end for my surrogate bottom service, Jerry talked every one of the young guys working for him into accepting an old fashioned butt warming as choice to being fired, only one guy refused and left the company. This doesn't happen very often, life is much more calm for Jerry at work since he instituted this, most of the guys only require one episode to learn their lesson. Jer's only repeat so far has been Phil, he has been over for a visit three times so far. Some guys never learn.
Hmm. You don't suppose that Phil likes getting spanked, do you?