It was the fall term of my sophomore year and I was 16-years-old. I grew up in a very conservative southern city and attended an exclusive all boys' day school. My best friend, Rob, and I always went to my house after school to do homework. He would hang out until around 6, when our parents would all start getting home.
On this particular day we were sitting in the kitchen working on Geometry homework when my Mom showed up unexpectedly. She normally worked until 5:30, but it was only 3:30. Coming in trough the kitchen door, she looked mad, but still under control and all. She came right up to the table and sat her pocket book down and pulled out an envelope. "Rob, I need to speak to David for a few minutes. You can stay here and do homework. He'll be back shortly."
With that she basically stepped back and I knew better than to argue, even with a friend over, so I just got up and followed her down the hall to my room. I didn't have any idea what was going on and certainly none about what was about to happen. I'll stop here and say that I was a pretty average 16-year-old, about 5'8 and 145 lbs. Not big, but no weakling either. My Mom was about the same height, but a little lighter.
When we got to my room she didn't even close the door. Now my bedroom was only about twenty feet from the kitchen, so I knew Rob was going to hear me get chewed out about something. But when she walked over to my closet and opened the door, I think I just about _s_h_i_t_ my pants. My parents kept the small paddle they used to use on me until I was about 12 hanging on a nail in my closet. Sure enough she grabbed it.
She pulled the chair out from under my desk sat down and handed me the envelope. It contained a letter from the State saying I had 10 points on my license. 2 More and I would be suspended for six moths from driving. I hadn't told my parents about the two speeding tickets I got, since all you had to do in our state was mail in the fine as a guilty plea. No court or anything.
While I'm reading the letter I feel my Mom unbuckle my belt. I started to say something, or move away, since I hadn't been hit by either of my parents in four years. I'd never been spanked when I had a friend over. But the look on my Mom's face just froze me in place. She undid my kakis and pulled them down to my knees then grabbed the sides of my tighty whities and down they went too. In one motion I'm over my Mom's knee and she just starts wailing on my ass with the _d_a_m_n_ paddle. It didn't take more than four swats and I crying like a baby. I get maybe 10 total. She then tells me to stand in the corner for 15 minutes.
Then she's gone. Back in her car and back to work. I'm standing in the corner of my room, pants and underwear around my ankles and a white t-shirt that doesn't cover my red ass, crying and sniffling and snot running. This is not the picture I had of me when I would think about _s_e_x_. I'd forgotten all about Rob in the kitchen.
All of a sudden he's in my room and looking at my recently beat ass and saying she did a hell of a number on me. I was mortified. "Rob, please, can't you just go home?" "No way man." Now Rob and I had jerked off together a few times on sleepovers. No big deal. But I turn around to tell him to get the hell out and he's rubbing the front of his pants. He's about my height, but weighs 20 more pounds and was one of our schools best wrestlers. We both have brown hair, my eyes are brown, but he has those blue eyes, the kind that kill when brown-headed guys have them. I'd known I was gay forever, but hadn't tried anything with anybody, especially Rob, since he was my best friend. But this whole thing was just surreal. I kind of lost it.
"You _f_u_c_k_, you're turned on? I get my ass beat and you're turned on?"
He gets all fired up by this and grabs the paddle from the chair and waves it at me. "Watch that mouth or you'll get some more" and he grabs my arm. I couldn't resist too well with my feet all tied up in pants and shorts so I'm back over someone's lap for the second time in ten minutes. He gives me two weak little slaps, more for show, but on a recently beat ass, they hurt. But this time was definably different. I start getting hard, too.
"Dave, I know."
It's all he said before he dropped the paddle and started rubbing my ass with his hand. He's rubbing and I'm grinding into his thigh. He let's me slide off his lap and I undo his pants and pull them and his boxers down and there it is. I've had more than my share of dick in the last 15 years and don't know about you, but if six inches is average, then I've mostly been with around average and a little below. At 16 years, Rob was a fat 5 and a half. I had maybe five, kinda thin and never got but another inch over the rest of puberty.
His bush was like a forest and wiry. I sunk my mouth on him, nearly chocking at first, but slowed down and then just gave what still seems the best head of my life. He let me suck on his dick and balls for a few minutes and then we both ripped off the rest of our clothes and climbed onto my bed. He kept slapping my sore butt, but that just kept me hard. We made out for what seemed like hours – but was probably only 15 minutes and then he said he was going to _f_u_c_k_ me. I was so wired from the spanking and now this that it never occurred to me to say no.
He just grabbed my ankles and pinned them up by my ears and with no protection or lube tried to get inside of me. We were both virgins, so even if I had thought of it I wouldn't have had rubbers or lube in my room anyway. But I did have Intensive Care Lotion, it was for dry hands (yeah right) and so finally he grabbed it and coated his dick and rubbed it on my hole. The pain that followed was so intense that even Mr. Macho Wrestler had to stop until I got used to it. Then followed the most intense, incredible, _s_e_x_y and sensuous three or four minutes of my life.
I've been _f_u_c_k_ed harder and certainly longer in my life, but never better. My parents never spanked me again (my Mom even came home that night and apologized saying I was also gonna be grounded for a month with no car privileges for two, but she and Dad figured the embarrassment of being spanked with Rob right down the hall was probably enough). That doesn't mean the paddle never came out of my closet again. Over the last three years of high school I got spanked about once a week. The spanking got harder and the _f_u_c_k_ing lasted longer. Rob and I went to different Universities and never repeated after graduation what had been our favorite High School ritual. He married and has kids now. We don't see each other very often, but he once told me his wife thinks he's a wimp because he won't spank their sons.