I had been reading the stories on MMSA Stories for quite some time and got very tired of the m/t and m/b stories. For me a real worthwhile spanking involves two Men who consent to spend a little intense time together. It got me to thinking about my first consensual spanking. I was 27 at the time and had been fantasizing for too long. I knew I was ready to make the big jump over someone's lap. My girlfriend was going to be out of town for two weeks and the optimum time was now. I posted a not on the Internet in a couple of groups and got the usual crazy responses. Two looked promising, though and I sent off a responses. I gave them my stats, WM 27, 6' 175 brown hair, blue eyes. I got a response from one of them. He called himself Wes. Wes described himself WM 36 6'3" 220 coal black hair and green eyes. He told me that he was very experienced in giving spankings and would be willing to give me my first trip over a man's knees. He told me that he would respect my limits, but they had to be established before we met. Just reading his email made me hot. I quickly fired off another email and told him that I was very interested and gave him my time line.
The next email took my breath away. It said, "Oh so you really are serious? Well serious discipline awaits you. Call me at 7 PM tonight. Shower and clean up well before you call, because after your call, you will be coming straight to me. .... Wes." I go the email in the morning and couldn't concentrate at work all day. I was afraid to follow through, but knew I had to. I got home that night at 5:30 and stripped off as I headed toward the shower. I stopped at the computer to check my email half hoping there would be an email postponing, but there wasn't one. In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I flashed back to the week before and caught a glimpse of my girlfriend's tits bouncing as she leaned on the counter while I _f_u_c_k_ed her from behind. What would she think? I looked at my _c_o_c_k_ and it was hard as a rock. I grabbed it and pulled on it, but stopped myself. I couldn't afford to cum or I might chicken out. I jumped in the shower and took a cooler than normal shower. It didn't work; I was still hard as a rock.
The shower clock was at 6:30. My _c_o_c_k_ strained upwards. I turned off the shower and toweled off then stepped into my room to dress. I picked up the tight white briefs, I had laid out earlier and slipped them on, pushing my _c_o_c_k_ to one side. I reached for my jeans, but had a second thought and opened my dresser drawer. I pulled out a black pair of boxer briefs and slipped them over my tidy whities. I don't know why I did it, I guess for extra protection. I then finished dressing and combed my hair. It was 6:55 when I finished, so I sat down at my computer and picked up the phone. My heart was pounding so hard in my ears that I couldn't hear the touch-tones as I dialed. The phone rang loudly in my ear, seven times before he answered. "Hello." I tried to speak, but could hardly stammer "h- hu- hullo." "Jeremy?" "Yes, is this Wes?" "Yes, Jeremy, I guess you're a little nervous." "Yes, I am very nervous." "Well, Jeremy, that's understandable. Everyone is a little nervous the first time they take a trip over another man's knees. Do you want to forget the whole thing?" "No!" I said it so quickly he had to know I was desperate to try. "Well, I know you are involved with a woman, are you straight?" I told him I thought I might be bi_s_e_x_ual, but I had never done anything except some mutual jo with my best friend, but that had stopped when I was 16. We talked for over an hour. He asked me some extensive questions to help him understand what I was looking for. Suddenly, he said, "OK Jeremy, it's time to put up or shut up. Check your email." I did and there was a map to his house. "You get my map, Jeremy?" "Yes, I did." "Ok, you know what to do. I am about twenty minutes from your side of town. It's 8:30 on a Friday night. You are sitting there trying to make up your mind. Well, buddy, get on over here. At 9:00 I will assume you changed your mind and won't contact you again. If you are here by 9:00, I promise you a long evening that you will never forget. I'll see you at 9:00."
With that he hung up. I couldn't believe his _c_o_c_k_iness. He knew I would be there. He knew I couldn't help but submit to him. I jumped in my car and started on the first leg of a new part of my life. I don't know how, but in 15 minutes, I found myself parked in front of his house. I couldn't remember even putting the car in gear, but I was there. I opened the car door and started up the walk to his door. The house was nice, two story and well kept. Obviously a meticulous person lived here. I rang the bell and in a moment the door opened. "You made good time." "Yes," I whispered. My voice was barely audible. "Come in, don't be nervous." Don't be nervous! He had to be kidding. That is exactly what I was, nervous. I glanced back. I could make a run for it and get to the car in just a matter of seconds, but I was hooked. I stepped inside.
He was nice looking. He towered over me. His hair was gelled and was so dark it looked almost blue. His beard, though freshly shaved gave a bluish tint to his face. "Jeremy, let me get you a glass of water. I'd offer you something harder, but I find that alcohol dulls the senses, takes the edge off so to speak." "I don't think anything can take my edge off right now." "Sit down, Jeremy. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. We can talk, tonight and try again tomorrow. You made it here. There's no doubt in my mind you, you'll be back." How could he know that? He was so sure of himself and me for that matter. I took the water and followed him into his living room. The hardwood floors, the neatly arranged furniture all shouted, organized control. He would control me. "Sit Jeremy, right there. Relax." I sat. I noticed that his coffee table was draped, but something was beneath the drape. Several things for that matter. He noticed my gaze. "Don't worry about that, Jeremy. We'll get to them later. When you chose to go over my knee." There, he'd said it. We were back to why I was there. He was going to spank me.
We chatted for a few minutes and then he looked me right in the eye. "Jeremy, I think it's time to get started. Are you ready?" "Yes sir." I called him sir. "OK Jeremy, this is what we are going to do. I am going to take the cover off the coffee table." He removed the drape. I nearly lost it then. The coffee table had several spanking implements on it, as well as a pair of handcuffs, a gag, and a blindfold. "These are all of my tools. I use them all, but for tonight, I am going to remove three items and then you may remove one. Each item has a predetermined number of swats attached to them. Some more than others. He reached out and picked up the gag, the blindfold, and the handcuffs. He got up and walked over to a cabinet and put them away. He walked back over to me, his hand outstretched. Which implement would you like me to put away?" I looked at them all. A leather glove, a short bull whip looking thing, a leather paddle, and barber strap, and a wooden paddle with holes in it. I didn't think twice, picked up the whip and handed it to him. "Good choice, Jeremy. This whip hurts very much, although, it only had three strokes attached to it." He turned and put the whip away.
Then he sat on the couch. He motioned for me to get up and come over to him. I was mesmerized and walked over to him. He patted my lap and said, "Climb aboard." I got over his lap and then I really felt silly. His legs were long so, I had plenty of room. He rubbed my pants covered ass. "Very nice ass, Jeremy. I like it already and I haven't even seen it naked." He rubbed my ass some more. "Since you are new to this, I am going to start very easy, but I can guarantee you that we won't be through for forty five minutes." With that came the first blow. It was nothing. I couldn't believe this was a spanking. He kept it up, stopping about five minutes into it and put on the leather glove. Then he picked up the pace. My ass was beginning to burn. After five minutes of the glove, he stopped. "Go get a drink of water." I got up and walked over to the wetbar and got a drink. When I turned around, he was taking off his shirt. Oh he was ripped. No wonder it had burned so much. His chest was covered with black hair that was neatly cropped. He bent over and picked up the leather paddle and slapped his hand with it. "Strip to your shorts." It was almost a command. I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. I wasn't wearing socks. After I was down to my boxer briefs he motioned for me to come to him as he sat down on the couch again. I climbed over his lap and he felt of my ass. "What is this Jeremy? Two pair of shorts? Get up and get those boxers off." Oh hell, he caught me. I got up and peeled the boxer briefs off. I couldn't believe it. I was semi erect. This was turning me on. Then it hit me. My ass was burning and he had only used his hand over my jeans and two pairs of underwear. I think my _c_o_c_k_ shrank a little. He patted his lap and I climbed over it. "OK Jeremy, now we get down to business."
Please read Part One before you read this part.
I honestly was trembling as I lay down over his lap. The hardwood floor suddenly seemed cold. There was a slight chill in the room even though a fire was burning in the fireplace. "You're not cold, Jeremy. You're just frightened. It's ok. You're a man. So far you've taken everything I've dished out like a man. Let's take the next set like a man."
The first blow was like a bee sting. How much of this would I be able to take. "Ouch," I cried out for the first time. "Oh you'll be crying out a lot more before I'm through with you." He made contact again, and again. Over and over for what seemed like ages. Then he stopped. Get up Jeremy. "Oh _d_a_m_n_ man, Wes that was hot. I didn't think I could take anymore with that. How many did I take?" My shorts were tented. My _c_o_c_k_ was harder than it had ever been. Wes reached out and pulled my shorts down, exposing my dick. "Nice he said. You seem to be appreciating this. You took 25 with the leather paddle. That was one half of the number of strokes attached to it. Now you can take the other twenty-five. Go over there and put your hands on the mantle. You can keep your front warm while I set your backside on fire." He took my arm and led me to the fireplace. I put my ands on the mantle, but it required me to stand on my toes. Over the mantle was a huge mirror. I would be watching my face each time he hit me, just like my girlfriend when I pounded he ass with my _c_o_c_k_. "Ready Jeremy?" "As ready as I'll ever be." He swung back and brought the leather paddle against my waiting ass. I jerked forward and my _c_o_c_k_ almost hit the fireplace screen. "You won't want to do that, you might get more than your ass burned." He was right. "Hold in place, Jeremy." Again he struck my ass. Then again. I stayed there looking at the grimaces of pain on my face as he pummeled my ass. Then it was over. "OK Jeremy. You did well. Get a drink of water and I'll grab the wooden paddle." He walked over to the coffee table and picked up the wooden paddle with the holes in it. He stood there looking at me. "Whenever you're read Jeremy, step over here and grab your ankles. Men take a paddling grabbing their ankles. I won't lie to you, Jeremy. This paddle stings like hell and the holes will leave welts. If you don't want to take it, I'll double the dose of the strap. It's up to you, but I will have to add one thing from the drawer. That means the handcuffs, the blindfold, or the gag. Whatever you want to do." "I'll take the paddle, you might have 30 with the strap planned and I don't think I can take 60, so I take the paddle and the strap." "As you wish Jeremy. Get in place then. We're on the down stretch." I walked over to him and bent over and grabbed my ankles. I waited for the first blow. "Ok Jeremy you will take 15 with the paddle. If you get out of position or fail to count them out, we will start over. After each lick, you must count it and ask for the next." With that he swung the paddle full force. "One....May I have another, Wes?" Again the paddle made contact. My flesh pushed through the holes of the board. "Oh, _d_a_m_n_, two. May I have another?" Then he swung again and again until I reached twelve. "Wes, I can't take anymore. Stop. We have to stop." I was almost crying. "No Jeremy, we can't do that. Just three more." "Then give them to me fast, please." No sooner than I had said that, the final three were delivered. I quivered. I couldn't rise up. I was sobbing. Wes set the paddle down and came around to my front. He placed his hands under my arms and lifted me upright. I fell against him sobbing. I couldn't believe it, I was sobbing. He put his arms around me and held me tightly to him. "It's ok to cry. You aren't the first man I have brought to tears." I'm not sure how long he held me like that but I finally calmed down. We stepped apart and I looked him in the eyes. There was no malice. "Jeremy you are a man. You have done so well. This is your first experience with discipline and you have carried yourself very well. You've earned a break." A break. He said, "I deserved a break." I glanced down at the coffee table and saw the strap. My heart stopped. "Oh you remembered the strap. Yes we still have the strap to deal with, Jeremy. Let's not think about the strap right now. Take another drink of water. You might even want to take a piss. I have been forcing a good deal of water down you." He was right. I did need to use the restroom. "Yes, please, where is the restroom." "Follow me, I'll show you the way." He led the way. I looked down and my _c_o_c_k_ was not hard anymore. I guess the intensity of the paddling had caused me to lose my erection. He led me through the hall into a beautiful bathroom. It was mirrored entirely. "Right there." He motioned to the toilet, but made no effort to leave. I'm not accustomed to using the restroom in front of others. In fact, I close the door before I take a piss when no one is at home. My _c_o_c_k_ grew in my hand as I did my business and started to leave, but he stopped me. "Before you walk out of here, look at you ass." It didn't look like my ass had ever looked. "You have taken a pretty good licking, Jeremy. You will have some bruising for days. You will remember this time for days every time you sit down. I think you are man enough to take the strap before we stop, but if you don't think you can, we'll stop. You remember when we chatted; we agreed that whatever we started tonight, we would finish. So the strap has to be taken tonight. If you can't continue, I will have to stand in for you. I want you to stay in here for five minutes. Look at the timer on the counter and wait five minutes. I am going back to the den. When you come into the den, you will find me bent over the back of the couch. If you can not take any more tonight, open the envelop beside the strap and give me the number of strokes with the strap that you find on the paper in the envelop. You must deliver each stroke full force. If you can continue, pick up the strap and hand it to me. Then bend over the back of the couch and I assure you I will deliver them full force." With that he turned and left. I looked down at my _c_o_c_k_ and it was painfully hard again. This was turning me on. Was it the thought of giving him a dose of what he had given me, or was it the excitement of taking the discipline to the end? I didn't know, but the minutes dragged by. Finally it had been five minutes and I made my way down the hall to the den. I wasn't even sure what I was going to do. When I got to the den, I almost lost my breath. He had stripped off all his clothes. His ass was perfectly muscled and rounded. I walked over and picked up the strap. I stepped behind him and took a deep breath. I raised the strap and handed it to him. "I can't do it, Wes. I can't let you take my strapping for me. I have to see this through to the end." He stood and turned toward me. I looked down. His _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as mine. I was openly staring at his _c_o_c_k_. His bush was the blackest and thickest bush I had ever seen. "I thought you would do this, Jeremy. You have character. Take your place." I lay over the back of the couch and he raised the strap above his head and then brought it down on my quivering ass. It was worse than anything so far. I couldn't do it. I writhed in pain and then he hit me again. The fire was unbearable and again he struck me. Three and I was about to lose it completely, but he stopped. "That's it, Jeremy. We are finished. You are one hell of a man. The next time you will take more, I'm sure and who knows, we may have to use the cuffs."
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