Andy was the new kid in school. His dad was in the army and had recently been posted near to our town. He was a quiet kid, who kept himself to himself. For the first few weeks he had said very little to anyone, but after he had flattened the school bully in a well-publicised fight behind the boiler-house, the rest of us had accepted him as OK.
Andy's family had moved into a house in the same street and our mothers had hit it off straight away. Because of this, I started to spend quite a lot of time with Andy and we became quite close. Today both our mums had gone off shopping together to Newton, a big town several miles away, so Andy was going to stay at my house until they got back.
As we walked home from school, I had slowly brought the conversation around to spanking, my favourite subject. Andy always seemed very interested when I had told him details of the spankings I had received. I had often noticed the way Andy would furtively look at my bare behind in the school showers. He had never asked directly about the bruises but I knew he had seen them.
" So what's it like getting a really hard spanking?" enquired Andy as we turned into my street.
"It's not too bad, in fact I quite enjoy getting spanked" I said, hoping it didn't sound quite as stupid as it seemed.
"You're weird!" He replied laughing, "How can you enjoy getting your arse beat"
"I don't know how to explain it, it hurts like hell at the time, but my willy always seems to go stiff when I get spanked, then when I rub it afterwards I get this really great feeling!"
I couldn't believe I had just said that! I suddenly feared that I may have said too much and was in real danger of having my "weirdness" discussed all around the school by tomorrow morning.
"Really?" said Andy with genuine interest. My parents don't spank me at all, but I do sometimes get stiff thinking about other kids getting spanked, especially when I watch those old British films on the telly where school kids get caned."
I put my key in the lock and opened up the front door.
Have you ever spanked anyone else? I asked.
"No"
"Would you like to?"
"Yeah, I probably would"
I fixed us both a drink
Taking a deep breath, I decided to ask the question "You could spank me if you want".
"Er....mmm.....I'm not sure about that. What if we got caught?"
"Go on, it'll be a laugh. Mum won't be back for at least another hour"
"How would we do it?"
"It's simple," I said. You think of something I need to be punished for, then I bend over and you whack my arse as hard as you can!"
"How? With my hand?"
"No! Wait there a minute"
I half ran up to my bedroom, not really believing my luck. I grabbed the heavy wooden clothes brush from the dressing table, turned to leave, and paused. What the hell! I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound. Removing the bottom drawer of the dresser completely, I took out the thin whippy cane concealed beneath. I had lovingly fabricated the cane using a long length of rattan from an old carpet beater that I had found discarded in a skip. I had soaked it in the water butt for a week until it was soft enough to bend into the shape of an old-fashioned school cane. I hurried back downstairs.
"My mother always spanks me with these" I said, trying to sound as nonchalant and convincing as I could. This of course was a complete lie. The truth was my mother had never spanked me. Being one of those "modern, liberal" parents she believed spanking of children to be morally wrong and totally unnecessary. She preferred to ground me, give me chores, stop my pocket money or issue some other long protracted and very boring punishment.
That is not to say that my behind had not frequently felt the sting of the brush, cane, wooden spoon and a plywood paddle that once used to belong to one of those kids bat and ball games. The reason for this strange phenomenon was that I did not share my mothers views about the evils of spanking, so in quiet moments alone, I would frequently lay trouserless on my bed and batter my tight little buttocks until they were bright red and throbbing.
Andy took the two instruments of punishment and examined them in awe, turning them slowly over in his hands.
"Wow!" he said, "So what do I have to do?"
"You have to tell me to strip first" I suggested hoping he wouldn't object.
"What, completely naked, you mean?"
"Of course!" I replied matter-of-factly. "My parents always whip me nude"
"OK, if that's the way it's done, you better take your clothes off"
I wasn't going to need a second invitation. I ripped off my clothes until I was standing in just my white underpants, which of course being quite tight, were tenting very obviously now. As I slipped my thumbs in the waistband, Andy turned his eyes away as if embarrassed to watch. I was quite proud of my tackle. From furtive glances in the showers I had established that my dick was not as big as Andy's, but it was still good for my age. I waited until his gaze returned before dropping my pants to my ankles in one swift movement. My three-and-a-half inch dick, freed of its constraints shot instantly skywards and remained there bobbing up and down, causing Andy to giggle. I could see that his trousers were bulging as well and hoped I would manage to divest him of them before the day was out. I turned, knelt and bent over the arm of the sofa. I pointed my butt as high in the air as I could, spreading my knees far enough that Andy had a good view of everything!
"Er......what?........how........ummmm.... nice bum!.....what do you want me to do to it?" stuttered Andy overwhelmed at the unexpected sight before him.
"Start with the brush, about twenty should do it, then use the cane."
"If your sure!"
Andy drew back his hand. Two ineffectual blows landed, one on each buttock, hardly strong enough to feel.
"Not like that!" I snapped, "As hard as you can, like you're really angry with me"
"But I might hurt you"
"That's the whole idea!" I said getting frustrated.
"OK" he said laughing, "You asked for it"
THWACK!
"Yeoooow"
The brush struck my left buttock with a ringing crack, much harder than I had expected and much harder than I had ever managed to hit myself.
"Sorry!"
"No, that was great!" I panted struggling for breath. "Much better!"
THWACK!..................... "Yeoooow"
Striking again quickly he caught me by surprise, this time on the opposite cheek.
THWACK!......................... "Yeoooow" ..........THWACK! ....................."Aaaagh!"
He was really getting into it now. I turned my head slightly so that I could see the site in the mirror at the end of the room. One hand was buried in the front of his trousers, while the other swung high in the air in a big arc before crashing at speed into my unprotected behind.
THWACK!......................... "Aaaagh!"..........THWACK! ....................." Yeoooow!"
As the beating proceeded, the fire in my behind reached limits never before known to me. I wanted to beg him to stop, and yet needed him to continue.
THWACK!..................... "Yeoooow!" ..........THWACK! ....................."Aaaagh!"
My dick had shrunk to nothing under the assault, so , not wanting to appear inadequate I shoved a hand down my front and brought it back to life.
THWACK!..................... "Yeoooow!" ..........THWACK! ....................." Yeoooow!"
Then suddenly, it was over.
"Twenty!" Andy exclaimed "Wow! Your butt don't half look red! Does it hurt?"
"Like hell! It feels like it's on fire," I panted, rubbing it fiercely. "Here, you feel it"
I took his hand and placed it on my red-hot rump. He instinctively recoiled, but then returned his hand, slowly tracing out the angry red marks with his fingers. My dick, began to twitch excitedly at the touch on my behind. The spanking with the brush had been much harder than I had thought it would be, I knew that the cane would be even more painful. I was quite worried that I may not be able to take what was to come, but knew I would really regret not grasping this chance; after all I may never get another opportunity.
Andy was now rolling the cane about in his hands studying it carefully.
"What's it like...." he said "....getting the cane I mean."
Of course I really didn't have a clue. I strongly suspected it would hurt like hell. True, I had spent several hours slamming the cane into my own buttocks, often raising some quite impressive welts, but my recent beating with the brush convinced me that having someone else do it was going to be much more painful. I decided my arse could probably do with a rest before being subjected to any more punishment.
"I'll give it to you first if you want" I offered hopefully.
"I'm not sure"
"I could start off gently, and get harder until you tell me to stop."
I could see he was very tempted.
"You promise you'll stop if I say?"
"Sure, any time you say, then it'll be your turn to cane me."
This seemed to sell it to him. Without another word he slipped off his shirt and trousers, then hesitated, obviously embarrassed about removing his underpants.
"Come on, get them down!" I encouraged.
He sheepishly slipped his underpants down past his knees and stepped out of them. I studied his naked body and saw that he had nothing to be ashamed of. He was slightly taller and slimmer than me but more muscular. To my surprise, in it's semi erect state his dick was a lot longer and fatter than mine, but like my own, almost completely hairless. His skin was much paler and I suspected that those slender milky white buttocks would mark very easily. He dropped to his knees and took up position over the arm of the sofa.
"Spread your legs slightly" I said, not wanting to be deprived of the "whole picture". As his legs parted I now had an excellent view of his long dangling willy, tight pink balls and hairless hole.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be!" he replied nervously.
I raised the cane and brought it down quite gently across both cheeks
"You can do it a bit harder than that if you want!" He said, "I hardly felt that"
THWACK!
This time I noticeably increased the speed of the cane and it landed with a definite crack.
"Oooh!"
"Harder or softer?" I asked, worried that he might call a halt if I went too far..
"Just a bit harder" came the excited reply.
THWACK! "Ooohaargh!"
The cane whistled loudly as it flew to its target. Andy's whole body bucked as it landed, and a red stripe appeared almost instantly.
THWACK! "Aaargh!"
I landed another quickly, slightly higher,
THWACK! "Aaargh!"
Then another.........
THWACK! "Aaargh!"
Then another.........
After five more I paused. His arse clearly showed where each stroke had landed.
"Do you want me to carry on or do you want to swap places?" I asked.
The reply I got was not what I expected.
"Six more, but as hard as you can! I want to see if I can take it.
"Are you sure? It'll mark your bum real bad."
"Yes, I'm sure"
"OK, here goes"
I raised the cane above my head and brought it down as hard and as fast as I could
THWACK! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh............._s_h_i_t_!"
A long purple welt appeared instantly from one side of his rear to the other. Andy's bum shot up in the air and he began pumping his limp dick like mad
THWACK! "Yeeeoooooooww!" THWACK! "Yeeeoooooooww!"
Each stroke raised another angry purple welt as it landed
THWACK! "Yeeeoooooooww!"
He was yanking at his stiff dick madly, trying to forget the pain in his rear.
THWACK! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"
I drew back for the last stroke and put all my strength behind it.
THWACK! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgh!"
Andy was still trying to coax his dick to a climax. I put down the cane, knelt behind him and gently started rubbing his battered behind. As I did so his breathing began to quicken as he put every ounce of energy into pumping his dick. He parted his legs, as if inviting my hands to explore further. Nervously I brushed my finger lightly over his tight hole then slowly down towards his pink boy-sac. In an instant his whole body convulsed in a huge boy-orgasm that seemed to last for ages.
He lay there panting for some time before speaking. Eventually he got to his knees and turned slowly to face me.
"Hey look!" he said half crying, half laughing. He pointed at his still semi-erect willy. As he squeezed it a small but unmistakeable drop of white fluid fell to the carpet. I saw that several more drops already clung to the side of the sofa. "I think I've just spunked!" he said proudly.
As we both studied this little miracle the telephone started to ring. I went reluctantly out to the hall to answer it. It was Andy's mum, she and my mum had missed the bus home, and so Andy's Dad was going to pick them up on his way back from the Camp. Smiling, I put down the phone and went back to explain to Andy that we would have to amuse ourselves for another couple of hours. Thankfully he was still naked, but standing now, he just giggled and bent down to pick up the cane.
"What on earth are we going to do for two hours?" He asked grinning from ear to ear.
I didn't say a word, just knelt and took my position over the arm of the sofa.
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