Saturday morning came and I was fit to be tied. Literally. What had I gotten myself into? I had done a lot of stupid things in my life, but this took the cake. The alarm rang at 6, hell I wanted to be ready if I was going to do it. I got in the shower and started scrubbing myself. I guarantee you I wanted to be clean. I knew Wes would get up close and personal with all of it. I especially paid attention to my ass, using the shower really well to get as clean as possible. Now I know why they make handheld showers.
I had determined that I would try to be as open to what Wes planned as possible. After all, he had taken very good care of me last time, and I knew that he wasn't crazy or anything like that. I was hoping that he would not try anything _s_e_x_ually, because I didn't think that I really wanted to go there. Ok, sure, there is a degree of _s_e_x_ual intimacy involved with man-to-man spanking, but I'm sure you know what I mean.
I spent about forty-five minutes picking out what I was going to wear; a pair of black jeans and a nice polo shirt. Under that I wore a wife beater t-shirt and one pair of boxerbriefs (my heaviest pair, if I could only wear one). I wasn't about to take a chance on making him mad after he had clearly warned me about wearing two pair of underwear. I wasn't sure how much I would be wearing the clothes this weekend, but I wanted to look good. I had a hard time dressing because the jeans were snug and I had not been able to get my _c_o_c_k_ to go down for two days now. I had been a constant state of arousal, but was afraid to jack off because Wes had been very clear about that.
I grabbed a quick bite to eat and jumped in the car to make the trip to Wes' and my weekend of discipline. My stomach was in knots and I had a hard knot in the pit of it. The only thing harder than the knot in my belly was my _c_o_c_k_. I pulled up at Wes' house at 8:50. Well at least I couldn't get in trouble for being late. I locked the car and walked up the sidewalk to his door. On the porch, that all to familiar impulse to run returned, so I quickly rang the bell. After a moment, Wes opened the door.
"Come in Jeremy." I walked in and he shut the door behind me. On the entry hall table, was a large strong box with a lock. He opened the box. "Empty your pockets and put the contents into the box." He obviously was taking things up a notch. I placed my wallet and keys in the box. "There's plenty of room for your clothes, but we'll get to that later." He locked the box and pocketed the key.
"So Jeremy, how have you been? Have you been following my directions this week?" I confirmed that I had indeed been good. "You don't know how hard it was to not jack off, though. Just thinking about last time and what might happen this time. I didn't though, because I dunno, you said not to." "You only got to see my den and bathroom last time you were here, Jeremy. This weekend, you'll see the whole house from many different angles." My imagination was really running wild here. "First thing we should do, Jeremy, is check that ass of yours and see how it is. Drop you pants." I complied, my face turning redder than my ass could possibly have been. "I see from your _c_o_c_k_ that you are anticipating our sessions this weekend." I tried to stammer an answer, but it was feeble at best. "Your ass seems to be in great shape. I'm glad of that, I would have been very disappointed if we couldn't play this weekend." "Thanks, Wes, I think the Aloe Vera helped the most."
"Well, let's set up the ground rules for the weekend. You will receive a number of spankings this weekend. Whenever you take something off, you will place it in the lock box and will not get it back until the end of the weekend. Go ahead and pull up your pants and let's go on out in the back yard and have a look around."
We walked out back and I was amazed at his lot. It was really huge and very private. At the back of his property was a forest and right before the forest was a workshop. We walked along a pathway to the workshop and he opened the door and walked in. I followed him in the door and found a very neat and tidy workshop. Now I understood why his house was so nice, he was a carpenter. In the middle of the shop was a sawhorse type contraption with padding and straps. Hanging on the wall was a collection of paddles of all sizes and shapes. "Jeremy go over to the horse and bend over it." I hesitated a moment. "Wes, do you want my pants off?" "No, no not at all, Jeremy. Just a taste of things to come for now." I walked across the room and draped myself over the horse. He walked past me and I watched him walk over to the paddle collection and pick a large rounded paddle. He then walked over to me and placed his hand on by back. "Steady now, Jeremy." With that he raised the paddle above his head and brought it down swiftly on my waiting ass. He repeated that action for three more full force swats. I didn't have anywhere to go to pull away from the swats. He reached over and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up. He then turned me around so that I was facing him. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled a leather lanyard with a small paddle. He placed the "necklace" around my neck. "Jeremy, at some point in time you will hand me this paddle. That will tell me you are ready for a trip to this woodshed. Your next time out here you will be completely nude and you will be strapped to the horse. Once the session begins, I will not stop until it is completely finished. No breaks, no drinks, no stopping. The session out here already has a prescribed degree of severity that will be based on when you chose to come out here. If you do not present me the paddle before you leave, I will understand that you don't trust me enough to continue our spanking relationship. OK Jeremy, lets go on back in the house for a drink and let's get this weekend on the road." As I followed Wes to the house, my ass ached, my _c_o_c_k_ throbbed and my stomach churned. I was truly afraid, but I knew I would take off the necklace before the weekend concluded.
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We got to the house and as Wes stepped into the kitchen, he pulled his shirt off. "It's a little warm for my tastes, Jeremy. You look a little warm too. Why don't you take off your shirt?" As I pulled my shirt off, Wes folded his neatly and laid it on the counter. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a key and opened the lock box. I understood perfectly well that I was to put my shirt in the box, so I did. "Get rid of your shoes and socks, too Jeremy." I complied and he shut and locked the box and pocketed the key. I looked at him and noticed that in truth he really was built. It was no wonder that he could pack such a wallop. He opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water and handed me one. "Drink up, you need to stay hydrated.
Jeremy, I intend to spank you in every room of my house this weekend. We are in the kitchen, so why don't we start in here?" He pulled out one of his vinyl covered art deco dinette chairs and placed it in the center of the room. He turned the chair so that the back was to me. "Pick one of those two drawers and pull out the item in the drawer. What ever you pull out, I'll use to give you your kitchen spank." I walked over to the drawers and opened the top one. Inside were his cup towels, but right on top was a large wooden spoon." I pulled out a cup towel. "I don't suppose this is what you meant?" "Oh, getting playful, is that it Jeremy? You know good and well I mean the spoon." I handed him the spoon and he motioned to the chair. "Reach over the back of the chair, Jeremy and grab the front legs." I did so and found myself in a very awkward position. I had to rise up on the balls of my feet to do this. "Get ready, Jeremy. The wooden spoon hurts because all of the force of the impact is concentrated into a small area." With that, he brought the spoon down sharply onto my ill prepared ass. Even through my jeans, the pain was intense. I mean really intense. Before I even had time to react, he had struck me again. He wasn't trying to spread the points of impact out, but struck the same place over and over again. He stopped after he had delivered ten blows to each of my ass cheeks.
He turned and walked into the den, holding the door open for me. "Follow me, but bring the lock box." I grabbed the box, sure that I soon wouldn't be wearing pants, or underwear for that matter. Wes was sitting on the couch when I got into the room. He motioned for me to sit beside him. I sat down and he handed me a remote control. "Jeremy, the tape in the VCR has several different spanking scenes. I have put the scenes from different movies on there. I have every implement featured in the video. I want you to fast forward and then rewind to your heart's content. When you are satisfied where the tape is, push play. We will then rewind to the first of the scene and watch it. After we have watched the scene, I will ask you how many. You will tell me exactly how many times the spankee was struck. If you are correct, I will repeat the scene exactly as it is on the video. If you are wrong, we will do the scene, but will triple the number of swats that you did not count and add it to the correct number. Ok, go for it, Jeremy." I pressed play and the VCR hummed. After a moment, I pressed stop and looked at Wes. "Well, press play or rewind." I pressed play and the screen lit up with the images of a young guy completely nude being spanked by a guy in a jock strap. The spanker was using a leather paddle. Wes rewound to the first of the session and pushed play. The session was very hot. The guy getting spanked was not counting the swats so I started counting on my own very quickly. I counted fifty-six.
Wes stopped the tape at the end of the session and said, "Well, how many?" I told him fifty-six but was off by three so he tripled that and so that meant I would have to take sixty-five. Wes stood up and started unbuckling his pants. "You saw him, Jeremy, get naked." I took off the rest of my clothes and Wes opened the lock box. After I had placed my clothes in the box, Wes closed it and locked it. He was wearing a jock strap just like in the movie. He walked over to the cabinet where he kept his implements. He returned to the couch and sat down. I stood there and he reached up and grabbed my very hard _c_o_c_k_. He tugged on it and pulled me over his lap. "Get comfy, this will last a while. No stopping, though." With that, Wes began to strike my upturned ass over and over. After a moment he stopped and said, "I'm not counting, are you?" _s_h_i_t_, I wasn't. "Well, I guess we will have to start again." He hit me. "One," I shouted.... "Two"....and so on. By the time we reached fifty, I was crying out loudly with each swat and then, we reached sixty-five. I was sobbing and made no move to get up. Wes reached over and got some salve and began to rub it on my ass cheeks. The clock on the mantle struck twelve. The time had flown, but would it continue to do so?
Part 3 ---------------------- After a few minutes, Wes got up and started toward the kitchen. His _c_o_c_k_ was pointing up toward his stomach; mine was shriveled. He really was getting off on this. "Jeremy, go on into the bathroom and wash your face. When you have control of yourself, join me in the kitchen for some lunch." He wanted me to "eat a bite" after the licking I just took. He was crazy. No on second thought, I was crazy. I was the one that was letting him beat on my ass. As I walked to the bathroom, I thought about asking for my clothes and leaving. I knew that it wouldn't do any good though, so I went into the bathroom and washed my face. When I got to the kitchen, Wes had laid out a light spread of chicken salad and fruit. "Just a light meal, Jeremy. Don't want you getting sick on me. We have miles to go before you sleep." I gingerly sat down and the vinyl was cool on my ass.
Wes had pulled on some shorts, but his _c_o_c_k_ was still tenting the front of them. After a few minutes, I finally blurted out, "Wes, can I ask you something personal?" "I'm an open book, Jeremy. Ask anything you want. If I don't want to answer, I just say so." "Well, uh.... every time you spank me, I notice you get hard, I mean really hard. Does it turn you on to spank ass, or is it seeing me naked, or what?" "Jeremy, are you asking if I'm gay? Because if you are, I think you probably already know. I'm gay. Sure I get hard. Is it beating your ass or seeing you naked. I won't lie to you, Jeremy; you are one hot looking guy. I know have a girlfriend, but I would love to show you how a man makes love. Am I going to push that on you? Hell, no. That's not me. I get hard because I love the intimacy of man spanking. It's almost more intimate than _s_e_x_, because it requires so much trust. Think how much you have already trusted me. You'll trust me more later, when you are ready to take a trip to the woodshed. You'll have to muster up your greatest trust then, because you know, I'll strap you down out there." He glanced down at my side of the table and my _c_o_c_k_ was poking its head above the edge. "I can see that I'm not the only one that gets excited about spanking. Tell me why you are hard." "I dunno, Wes. I guess it's all this talk about spanking and trust. You talk about strapping me down and it scares the hell out of me, but it also gets me so hard I can hardly stand it. And remember, you told me not to jack off after last Monday. I am so horny right now, I think I'm gonna go crazy." "Well, you'll just have to hang on, because there's no way, I'm letting you jack off right now." With that he took a glass of ice water and poured it on my crotch. "Cool off and we'll go make some music. I can't wait to hear you sing."
"Wes, I think before we go any further, I need to use the restroom." "Fine, but you just sit right there while I clear these dishes, and then you can go. There's no way I would trust you in there by yourself." I made no effort to move until he finished clearing and started out the kitchen door. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to me. "Well, you need to go or not?" With that he was gone. I walked down the hallway toward the bathroom and entered. When I got in there, Wes had pulled his thick _c_o_c_k_ from his shorts and was pissing. I started to back out. "Oh sorry." "Don't worry, Jeremy, just stand right there until I finish." I stood there mesmerized as he pissed into the bowl. What was wrong with me? He finished and tucked his _c_o_c_k_ in his shorts, flushed and motioned for me to take his place. I stepped in and started pissing. He washed his hands and left the room. "See me in the music room, Jeremy. It's down the hall. Just follow the music." Then he was gone.
I finished up and washed my hands, splashed water on my face and cupped my hands to take a drink from the faucet. As I walked out of the hallway, I heard it; music from down the hall. It wasn't taped; it was original. The melody was deep and soulful. I followed the music to a door that was slightly ajar. Peering through the crack, I could see Wes. He was sitting there in a strait back chair, playing a huge bass. He had put on a leather contraption. I know now it's called a harness. It accentuated his beautiful strong chest. "Come in Jeremy, and stand over there with your hands clasped behind your head. I'll be with you in a moment." I moved across the hardwood floor and stood by the grand piano. I watched him play. His hands literally made love to the strings of the bass. His face was intense, but it was as though he wasn't there any more. It was as if the music took him somewhere besides that room at that time. He finished and stood. Placing the bass in a stand, he spoke. "Music calms my soul. What calms your soul, Jeremy? Maybe my music, you aren't hard anymore. Did my music, turn you off?" "Oh no not at all, it was beautiful, I haven't heard anything that beautiful in a long time. Are you a professional musician?" He laughed. "Oh no Jeremy, just a man who is passionate about his music."
I glanced at the piano; it was ebony and highly polished. "Do you play that too, Wes?" "Yes, I play many different instruments. "As I said, music is my passion." He touched the tip of the bow to my chest and ran it down my body to my _c_o_c_k_. "What is your passion, Jeremy?" My _c_o_c_k_ sprang up again. "Spanking, I guess. Then I guess we better get going again, Jeremy. How many will it be, Jeremy?" I looked around the room. There was nothing for him to use on me. The piano had a chair like bench. It didn't open, so nothing could be hidden there." Was he trying to trick me? No he wouldn't do that. He must intend to use his hand. That was it, his hand, me over his lap, and him on that piano bench. How bad could it be? "Thirty, I guess." "Thirty?" "Yes, thirty." "Ok then, Jeremy, thirty it is.
He walked over to the stereo and turned on a CD. The music was classical; I don't know what the piece was. He turned and faced me, raised the bow and pointed at the piano. My eyes, fell on the bow. Not the bow, he couldn't mean to use the bow. "Place your hands on the piano and step back." I did it. "Step back more, Jeremy." I stepped back until I had to lean into the piano to keep from falling over. He stepped in and raised the bow, turning the strings away from me. "Thirty. I'll count for you. You won't be able to, you'll be to busy singing. Look away, Jeremy, you don't want to see this." I stared at the wall behind the piano and he brought the bow down on my ass. "Oww." "One, just twenty-nine more to go." Swiftly he struck me again. "No, Wes, I can't take this." "Yes, Jeremy, you can." Again, he bought the bow down. He kept counting and counting. I left my body. I literally wasn't there. I wasn't crying this time; it was more of a low moan, like the bass. "Thirty, there you made it." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up. "You really did it. You didn't think you could, but you did. Just stay there and let me go get you a cold rag. We'll take care of that ass of yours and then we'll call it quits until after supper."
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You didn't think you could, but you did. Just stay there and let me go get you a cold rag. We'll take care of that ass of yours and then we'll call it quits until after supper." He returned in just a moment with a cold wet rag and believe it or not, some preparation H. He dabbed my throbbing ass with the cold rag and then opened the tube of preparation H and started rubbing it gently all over my ass cheeks. His rubbing caused my _c_o_c_k_ to immediately jump up to its fully hard position. "I see this salve is getting your attention. Well at least part of you likes it." Of course my face turned as red as my ass as I stammered, "Sorry about that. My ass has always been sensitive." "Of course it is, Jeremy or you wouldn't have ventured into man spanking. You just found out that you have another erogenous zone. Your girlfriend ever touch your asshole when you are having _s_e_x_?" "NO way man. She won't even touch my ass when we _f_u_c_k_. Sorry, that's kind of a crude way to put it." "We're all men here; don't worry about a little word like _f_u_c_k_. You ever play with your asshole yourself?" "Oh Wes, that's embarrassing." "Jeremy, you haven't held out on me before. I take that as a yes. Don't worry about it. All guys are curious about their asses. Some more than others." "I guess so."
"OK Jeremy, It's 3:45 and I need to take a break. I know you need to take a break. I'd like to let you go in the bedroom and lie down, but with your _c_o_c_k_ like it is and you as horny as you are, I don't think I can trust you alone. Come on in the den and lie on the couch, while I read awhile. I just want to take it easy. You tire me out."
I followed him into the den and lay down on my stomach. The couch was comfortable. Wes, pulled the blinds and plunged the room into near darkness, then he sat in comfortable looking chair and turned on a lamp. He picked up a book and began to read to himself. I dozed, fitfully at first and then a hard slumber. I wasn't aware of how long I had slept, but I awakened to a throbbing dick and gentle caressing of my ass. "What the _f_u_c_k_ are you doing, Wes?" That didn't come out very well. "Just rubbing some more preparation H onto you ass. His fingers went down in my crack and brushed against my asshole. I shuddered. "It's a good feeling isn't it, Jeremy" He slapped my ass. "It's time for you to wake up. You been asleep for 4 hours and dinner's ready.
He left me lying there. He had put on some clothes, black pants and a black ribbed shirt, probably to make me feel more naked. I got up and my body was stiff. My ass wasn't as puffy as it had been, but I knew I had been spanked. I lumbered into the kitchen and sat at the table. The vinyl on the chair wasn't very comfortable this time. So far, I had endured three major spankings and one "sample" spankings that day. Would I be able to take three more? I knew the woodshed would be the most severe and I still had it to go. Wes put a plate before me. It was a light meal again. The beef was tender and the roasted potatoes tasty. I didn't realize until right then how hungry I was. He served me tea, no alcohol. I begin to wonder if he was a teetotaler and asked him about it. "No, I like my share of beer and wine, but I never mix alcohol with spanking, or _s_e_x_ for that matter. I want to have my senses completely about me when I am enjoying either of the two. We finished our dinner and dessert, sharing conversation about our lives. Two friends who were bonded, like lifetime friends. I wasn't in love with Wes, but I couldn't think of not having his friendship and mentorship. Was I becoming a spank-slut?
An hour later, it was almost nine. I cleared the dishes while Wes loaded the dishwasher. He closed the dishwasher after the last dish was loaded. "I'll start that later after we have some time in the bathroom, don't want to run out of hot water." He started toward the bathroom and stopped in the kitchen doorway, turned toward me and said, "you coming? You stink; it's not your fault. I put you through quite a workout today. You need a bath. I'll wash your back for you, I have a great bath brush." You know at the time, it didn't even dawn on me. I had never heard of being spanked with a bath brush. Little did I know all that the bathroom held for me? As I followed him to the bathroom, my _c_o_c_k_ still hard as a rock, I fingered the little paddle I was wearing around my neck. Wes turned around and grabbed my _c_o_c_k_ and pulled me into the bathroom. "Have I got a surprise for you." I dropped the paddle and stepped into the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Wes had taken off his robe and was standing there in the buff. I just hope I look that good when I am ten years older. He reached over and turned on the shower and stepped inside. He had one of those dream showers. It had six heads at different heights and angles. He looked through the glass and crooked his finger toward me and motioned to me to come in with him. I nodded, but stepped over to the toilet and took a piss. I glanced up and caught a glimpse of my reflection of myself in the mirror. My ass was fire red. There was some bruising and welts from the session in the music room.
My _c_o_c_k_ was almost as red as my ass. I was paining for relief. I wanted to jack off so badly but I couldn't with Wes there. It was the longest I had gone without cumming since I had started jacking off when I was 12. When I got in the shower, Wes had already soaped himself clean. He was finishing his hair and stepped back to let me get the most spray from the showerheads. He had a big bath puff that was soapy. He reached over and started soaping me up. "Turn around, let me get your back." He scrubbed my back but lightly rubbed the puff over my ass. He separated my ass cheeks and soaped me up between my ass, slightly sticking a finger in my ass hole. I shuddered. "I guess you are thinking of replacing that finger with something else?" "Not this time, Jeremy. You're here for spanking and lots of it. If and when we have _s_e_x_, and I know what I want, but I'm not forcing it on you." "Thanks Wes, I'm not sure I'm ready for something like that." "Turn around." I did. "Looks like your _c_o_c_k_ is ready for something. He sat on the tile shower bench. "You did what I asked about jacking off didn't you?" "Exactly." "Well, Jeremy ole boy, now's the time. You jack off right here with ass the showerheads pointed at your _c_o_c_k_. Don't cum for as long as possible. When you are about to cum, stop, pick up the bath brush, hand it to me and get over my lap. When I start spanking you with the bath brush, you finish jacking off as hard as you can. Each time I strike you, will be harder than the time before."
My right hand dropped immediately to my _c_o_c_k_ and I started stroking it. I didn't care if Wes was watching me. I pulled on it slowly, leisurely with my eyes half closed. I looked over for the first time and saw the bath brush. It was clear plastic, and had a big round head on it. I reached up with my left hand and started pinching my nipples. I stroked slowly, afraid to cum too soon, but after a moment I knew I was close. I stopped, I didn't want to, but I did and grabbed the brush and almost threw it at Wes and literally jumped over his lap. No sooner than I got over his lap, I was stroking again. He hit my ass with that brush, hard, I stroked hard, he hit me again, harder and I stroked some more. Again, he struck my ass, harder still than the last time. In a matter of seconds, we had found a timing, I'd stroke, he'd spank in cadence together. We matched each other's intensity, building to a crescendo. I wasn't crying out or even feeling any pain this time. What I was feeling was something I had never felt before. It was pain, but it was a pain I had to had. I was moaning and grunting. I realized, I was actually crying out the word MORE, MORE, MORE! Then, I came. When I came, I screamed out. "Oh _f_u_c_k_, I'm cumming....MORE...._f_u_c_k_ YES!" It was the hardest and longest cum I had ever experienced. When I stopped cumming, Wes, stopped pounding my ass and leaned over and wrapped his arms around my waist. I just lay like that shuddering for about five minutes, I think, and then Wes helped me stand while he remained seated on the bench. "Steady yourself, I haven't done your front." He reached up and begins to soap my front. I know, I'd already cum and should have been drawing away, but I didn't feel like it. I just stood there and let him wash me, touch me. Finally I spoke, "_s_h_i_t_, I came like a girl!" "Yes, you did, Jeremy, yes you did." He looked down at his leg hairs and cum, my cum was sticking to it. "Oh man, I'm sorry, I came all over you." "Don't worry about that at all, Jeremy. It's part of the territory.
Now, if you want to, go on and get out and dry off, you can wait for me in the den. I have a little business to take care of my self." I followed his gaze as it fell to his straining _c_o_c_k_. "I need to take care of myself, too." He reached up and squeezed his _c_o_c_k_. I don't know why, but I made no move to leave. "If it's ok with you, I'll stay." The last time I had watched another guy jack off, I was 15 and I had my hands pretty busy myself at the time. "Suit yourself." He started stroking himself, all the while staring me right in the eye. It didn't take him long, but from the looks of it, he had been saving up his cum for a while himself. When he finished, he looked away, maybe embarrassed for the first time. "Sorry you came this weekend, Jeremy?" I met that question with an unequivocal, "No way man, no way." He stood, turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. "I'm beat and I know you have to be. Let's hit the sack." With that he padded down the hall to his bedroom as I followed. He stopped in his bedroom door and turned toward me. "No more spanking tonight, Jeremy. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow." I followed him into the bedroom as he opened up his nightstand and pulled out a tube of preparation H.
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The next morning I awoke still on my stomach. The smell was wonderful. I didn't realize how hungry I was. Wes had kept me on a healthy, but pretty light meal plan the day before. In truth, I needed that. I'm not sure that I could have made it through the day if I had eaten heavily. Wes came into the room with a tray. "Breakfast in bed, this morning." He set down a tray of food. There was a small cut of beefsteak, some eggs and slices of plums and strawberries. A couple of small muffins were on a side plate. I wasn't sure where to start so I picked up a muffin and took a bite. It was warm and spicy. I was squirming quite a bit. "Your ass is a little sore this morning, isn't it?" I nodded, my mouth too full to speak. "Turn on your side and let me put the tray to your side." I propped up on my elbow and he watched me eat. "Aren't you going to eat?" "Hours ago. You slept quite a while. It's 11 in the morning." Wow I must have really been beat (no pun intended).
I was torn. I knew that Wes intended to spank me in the bedroom, but I also had the woodshed to deal with. I looked at Wes. His arms seemed bigger, stronger than they had the night before. His jet-black hair shone in the morning light that was filtering through the window. I had to make a decision. I reached up and began to take the small paddle necklace from around my neck. Wes put his hand up and stopped me. "You could have done this anytime you wanted yesterday, but this morning, you need warming up before your trip out to the woodshed." He stood and picked up the tray. "It's 11:30. I'm going to take care of these dishes and give you a little privacy to get cleaned up. At 12:15, I'll be back in here. At that time, you need to have made the bed and showered. In the top drawer are some spanking implements. Pick two out of there and lay them on the bed. Take the blindfold that is in the drawer and put it on. Lie down on your stomach and wait for me." He turned to leave. "Oh and no jacking off." He left.
I got up, man was I stiff. My joints didn't really hurt, I was just stiff. My _c_o_c_k_ was stiff too. Morning wood and excitement brought on by the uneasiness of what was to come. I went into the bathroom and did my duties, then stepped in the shower. I usually take very warm showers, but the heat of the shower was uncomfortable on my ass. I cooled the temp a bit which didn't help my stiff joints, but continued my shower. I scrubbed everywhere getting as clean as humanly possible. Turning off the shower I reached out and grabbed a towel. He had the best towels, those huge fluffy body sheet type. I glanced in the mirror and noted that my beard was a little scruffy and brushed my hair out of my face, not that I had that much to brush away because I kept it so short.
In the bedroom, I started toward the dresser and turned away to make the bed. After making the bed, I went to the dresser and opened the drawer. My heart fluttered. I didn't like some of the items in the drawer. There was that _d_a_m_n_ed whip, another whip that was split at the end into several knotted pieces, a thin cane, a mean looking clear plastic paddle with holes drilled in it, a leather paddle (been there done that), a leather belt, and a leather glove. In addition to those items were the blindfold and a bag of ropes. On the bag, a note read. "Jeremy, you may substitute these ropes for one spanking implement." That was a no-brainer. I knew that when I got out to the woodshed, I would be strapped down to his horse so I might as well go for it right then. I took out the ropes, the blindfold, and the leather glove. After putting on the blindfold, I laid face down on the bed and waited.
It seemed like hours, before I heard Wes enter the room. "Good choice, Jeremy." The bed sunk in as he sat down. "You really are a man, my friend. You have taken more than any other guy I've ever spanked." His hand found my ass and rubbed it. He moved up toward my head and took each wrist and tied the rope around it. He stretched my arms apart and tied the other end of the ropes to the bedposts. Then he moved to my feet and repeated the process. Moving back up to my ass, he began to massage my back. He was good at it, almost better than he was at discipline. He lifted my head and placed something on the bed beside my face. It was the glove, I could smell the leather. "If it's all the same to you, Jeremy, I think I use my bare hand. I like the feel of flesh against flesh. With that he commenced to slap my ass, slowly and gently at first. He was peppering my ass with his slaps. It seemed that he was paying particular attention to the places on my ass that had not been spanked as much as the others the day before. I was warming up quickly; in fact my ass was beginning to burn. I started to struggle against the bonds, but I was restrained tightly. I began to moan. "That's it Jeremy, let it out. Go with it man." He picked up the pace and had me screaming.
Then he stopped and untied me. I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down. "Nope, not yet. Stay right where you are. He reached under me and in a quick motion he flipped me over. My ass hit the bed with a thud and I screamed out. He began to rub my chest and pinch my nipples. That didn't even hurt compared to my throbbing ass. All of a sudden, I felt something moist and warm on my _c_o_c_k_. He had taken my _c_o_c_k_ into his mouth. My head was screaming no, but my _c_o_c_k_ was screaming yes. I was writhing on the bed. His mouth felt so good on my _c_o_c_k_. My breathing grew shallow. I think every nerve in my body was reacting and he was bringing me close. All of a sudden he stopped. "Stand up and turn around, Jeremy." As I did, he reached up and took the blindfold off. "Don't turn around and put your arms behind your back." I did as I was told and he snapped a pair of handcuffs on them. He put his hand on my shoulder and spoke softly. "Jeremy, I am going to leave now and go out to the woodshed. You may come out when you are ready. When you get out there, I will remove the cuffs and you will lay over my spanking horse. I will strap you down and then I will proceed to give you the hardest and longest discipline session you have ever experienced. You will think you can't take it, you may even think you are going to die. You won't. You will beg me to stop, but I won't until I am ready to do so. Right now, your ass is warmed up and you are on a _s_e_x_ual high. The longer you wait to come out to the woodshed, the less of a _s_e_x_ual high and warm-up you will have. In other words, it is going to be hard for you to come out to me, but it is going to be even harder if you put it off." He reached up and took the necklace with the paddle from my neck.
Saturday Morning with Wes----Conclusion-------------------------
OK, I don't know why I did it, but I went straight to the back door. Once there, I was really glad that Wes had left it ajar so I could open it with my foot. I pushed against the screen door and started across the yard. I was very glad that his house had a very private yard. I padded across the yard acutely aware of the grass beneath my feet and the cool breeze on my ass. When I got to the shed, the door was standing open. "I thought you would be out here fairly quickly. Didn't want to lose that _s_e_x_ual high did you? Well that and the warm-up will help you get through this last spanking." He walked around me and unlocked the cuffs. Wes was wearing a leather harness type vest and some leather thing around his _c_o_c_k_. It seemed to make it larger. I know now that it was a _c_o_c_k_ strap, like a _c_o_c_k_ ring. It did make it larger. "Step over to the horse and get into position." I complied and Wes began to strap me down. First he strapped my ankles to the legs of the horse, and then he went around and strapped my wrists into place. I was beginning to get fearful even though Wes had not yet taken me further than I was able to handle.
Wes walked over to the wall and took a large strap off the wall and walked over to me. I was afraid that I was going to get the strap again, but he reached around me and brought the strap around my waist to hold me down even further. With that strap in place, I could not move. "Jeremy, I have a little something special for you." Wes walked back over to his bench and picked up something. He returned and I saw that it was a plug of some type. "Jeremy, this is called a butt plug. I know you probably have never seen one before. It is a very filling device. It is clean; it's never been used. I am going to give you a choice. You can either take your last spanking with this plug up your ass or in your mouth. It will make for a very uncomfortable spanking if it is in your ass, but if it is in your mouth, you will not be able to cry out or speak for that matter. Before you answer, I am going to strike your ass fifty more times. I will be using a number of implements and you will receive your swats in ten stroke sets. Before each set, I will show you two different implements and give you the option to chose the one that I will use for any given set. If your mouth is plugged you will not be able to make the choice. In that case, I will always use the more painful of the two."
He noticed that I was beginning to tear up. "Oh Jeremy, it will soon be over. Take my advice, I'm looking at your ass and you need to be able to choose the lighter implement." "Wes, I don't think I can do it." "Nonsense, buck up Jeremy. I know you can do it. I wouldn't be doing this if I thought you couldn't do it and I guarantee you Jeremy, this is going to happen." "MY ASS," I screamed, "PUT IT IN MY ASS." "Ok Jeremy, calm down. I'll just get some lube so it will go in a little easier." He walked over to the workbench and got some lube then returned to me. He put some of the lube on my ass. It was cold. He started rubbing it into my ass crack and then his finger entered my asshole. It went in very easily, but it was a lot smaller than that _d_a_m_n_ed plug. He probed around for a while and strangely it stimulated me. "OK Jeremy, we are ready for the plug." "I'm not." He slapped my ass sharply. "Don't get sassy." Then I felt it. The plug was pushing against my asshole. I clenched down. "No, no Jeremy, don't do that. It will only make it harder on you. You need to push down like you are taking a _s_h_i_t_. That way I'll be able to get this plug in more easily. And you want it easy, Jeremy." I pushed down and I felt the plug starting to go in. It begin to hurt. "NO, Wes, no. Please stop." "I can take it out if you want. It's over halfway in, but I wouldn't want it in my mouth after it had been up my ass." He slapped my ass really hard and pushed the plug in to the hilt at the same time. "OOOh!" He walked over and closed the door of the shed. "Don't want to bother the neighbors." He stood there for a moment, leaning against the door. "I'll just give you a moment to get used to the feeling of that plug in you ass. You know Jeremy, you have a beautiful ass." He walked over to the wall and took down two wood paddles. One was narrow and the other was very wide, but had holes drilled in it. "Which will it be, Jeremy?" "Without the holes." "Might be the better choice, Jeremy. The narrow paddle is more concentrated in its impact, but those hoes are a real bitch." He raised the paddle. "I'm not sure you want to watch." I turned away just as the first swat hit my ass.
The pain was incredible and the swat pushed the butt plug further in my ass. "_s_h_i_t_!" He struck me again. "NO." And again and again. I cried out every time. In fact, I was crying by the time he reached ten. Wes walked away from me and returned with an ice cube. He rubbed the ice all over my ass. When he had done that for about a minute, he walked away again only to return with that bullwhip and the lexan paddle. "The paddle, quickly." I just wanted to get it over with. He honored my request with ten rapid-fire swats from the paddle. I think he probably gave me ten swats in less than one minute. I was sobbing more softly now. Wes turned away for a moment and turned back to show me a leather strap and a very limber switch. I remembered the switch from when I was a child so I quickly picked the strap. "Good choice, Jeremy. The switch would probably make you bleed at this point." He strapped me ten times, but I'm not sure that I even felt it. My ass was becoming numb now. "OK Jeremy you took that very well and we only have two more sets to go." He showed me the bullwhip, again, and a large leather paddle. Of course I took the paddle. He laid the paddle on harder than any other thing he had used on me all weekend. Each time he hit me all I could do was utter a soft ugh. I think he was about halfway finished when I started to get dizzy. I just lay there for the rest of the time in silence. He finished the paddling with the leather paddle and brought another ice cube over and rubbed it all over my burning ass. Then he brought a glass of water with a straw in it over to me. "Here drink this. We are almost finished. It's almost over." He left me like that for about five minutes. My breathing began to return to normal. "Jeremy, that's forty. You only have ten more to go." He returned to me and held out both of his hands. "Which will it be, Jeremy?" I just stared at his hands, not sure what he meant. His right hand was a little bruised itself. "Jeremy, which hand do you want me to use?" Suddenly it was clear to me; he intended to use his hand for the last part of my spanking. I nodded to his right hand and he moved around to my ass. Laying his left hand on my ass, he quickly pulled the butt plug from my ass and tossed it aside. I howled in pain and emptiness. Then he came back around to where I could see him and removed his harness. His _c_o_c_k_ was harder than any _c_o_c_k_ I had ever seen before. He walked over to me and brought his _c_o_c_k_ to within an inch of my face then he turned away. He climbed over my back so that he was resting on me, his _c_o_c_k_ stretching out so that it was touching the top of my ass crack. Then he brought his right hand down on my ass. It wasn't that hard, but each time he struck me he rubbed his _c_o_c_k_ on my ass. As he struck the tenth blow, I felt his cum shoot all over my ass. "Yes, Jeremy, yes. It's over. You took it all. You are one hell of a man." Then he climbed off me and began to remove my straps. When he was finished removing all the straps, he gently helped me to stand. He turned me around and leaned me up against the horse. "It's all over, Jeremy; all except relieving your tension." With that he dropped to his knees.
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