Approaching his mid life years, as his birthday(can it really be 47 years?), patrique was reminded of that one memorable time that he learned how a birthday spanking was supposed to be done.
It was odd that the HS reunion was about the same time as his birthday, but so much had happened in the last 20 years, he lost track. At any rate, he decided to attend that event and booked a room in a local B&B nearby. Didn't want to use any of the local hotel rooms, just in case anyone recognized him from his highly visible career in technology. He'd found this B&B on the Net, and the proprietess seemed to be quite inviting on the phone. So, here he stayed for the three days of his business trip, and the reunion.
The night of the reunion was a bit of a blur, as his old HS chums seemed to want to drink as many beers as they could in a short period of time. Needless to say, patrique was in no condition to drive and he needed the one non-drinker, Bill, an old track friend to get him to the B&B. As they knocked on the door, the proprietess appeared and didn't look too happy. She led Bill and his intoxicated friend to a side door, and leaned over into Bill's ear, and said this room had a special place for naughty boys like his friend, patrique.
Draping patrique over the end of a couch in the room, she explained that she usually didn't agree to host drunks, but in this case, she felt that proper compensation would be for her guest, patrique, to be punished. She'd do it herself, but she had a long week, and was exhausted. Stated that she'd be quite pleased if Bill would 'do the honors' and 'spare no effort' to remind her guest that this house wouldn't tolerate this behaviour.
Bill and the propritess conferred for a few minutes, ignoring the snoring from patrique..and with a wink and a nod, she left. Bill, looking at his old friend, who used to cheat his way to wins, decided that it was time for a payback. And since patrique wasn't in any condition to protest, well..he'd just have to help this woman out, wouldn't he?
Spying the table she'd indicated, he started to lay out his plan. First, he had to relieve his buddy of his trousers, shoes, and socks. That wasn't as hard as he thought..and soon..he had patrique draped face down over the table. Looking down, he was that the table was equipped with leather cuffs..so, he decided, just in case he awoke(and she had indicated this was a good possibility)..he secured his buddies wrists and ankles to the table. Glancing around..he was a spotlight..which was pointed directly at the end of the table..and fumbling with the switch..lit up the now bikini briefed round bottom of his old friend.
Smiling..he picked up the old fraternity paddle..and measured the stroke taking aim at patrique's bottom..swung with all his might..and the loud splat almost exploded from the naked walls. His friend..grunted and started to moan. Well, this might take longer then he thought..Fixing his stance, he raised the paddle..and decided that since his friend's birthday, only a week after his own, entitled him to a full 47 strokes. He applied them in sets of five..and by the third round..his friend was fully awake.
What Bill didn't know..is that the room was wired with a video camera, and the proprietess was enjoying the scene in full color and sound.
Now that patrique was a bit more awake..he protested loudly against the treatment..and begged to be let go. Bill simply smiled, and decided that patrique needed a long overdue thrashing. Grabbing the bikini briefs with both hands..he ripped them from his now reddened ass..and walking around in front, shoved them into patrique's mouth..and tied it off with a handy necktie that was laying nearby.
Standing back to admire his work..he saw that his old buddy's bottom was a deepening red hue..and picking up a handy cane..flexed it...aimed.
1...2....3....4....5....6....7...wow..that cane really makes some good marks on his bottom. And they certainly seem to be making a good impression, judging from all the thrashing about patrique is doing. Continuing with a pattern like a ladder, Bill started from his knees, and layered four thin cuts in sets, up his thighs..and started to pour them on at the soft sit spot under his chubby cheeks. This made patrique keen constantly through the brief gag..but Bill simply smiled.
By the time he had finished 47 strokes of the cane..his friend's bottom was showing some welts. For the final touch..he grabbed what looked like the old shaving leathers from barber shops..and hefting it... Well..another round would make his friend remember this for a long time.
Standing well back, since the leather was nearly 4 feet long, Bill laid strokes only on patrique's ass, making the color shift from red to purple..and each stroke made his friends ass bounce invitingly. Little did patrique know that Bill had discovered the glories of being bi, and would indulge himself soon.
Finally..with more than 130 strokes..Bill could see that his old friend was reduced to a completely helpless state. Walking closer to his now raw meat of an ass..Bill poured some lotion on the worst of the welts... and applied it to all of patrique's bottom. Slowly moving his hands..his fingers digging into all the creases of his sorry bottom..he managed to include some around his naked hole. patrique's cheeks clenched in response..but Bill pushed one..then two..then three fingers into his tight orifice. His fingers made patrique's ass clench..and at once.. open like a flower. Soon..Bill couldn't stand the tension..and with a quick movement..released his own turgid _c_o_c_k_..and slipped it in one push into patrique's bottom. The sight of all those welts..that reddended ass..and knowing that patrique was going to never forget this night..made Bill abandon any pretext of control.
Bill was strumming at an accelerating pace, while the proprietess, delighted with this unexpected show, was keeping her own rhythym in her room upstairs...zooming on on the action of two old friends, settling an old score in her basement room. While she watched, Bill pumped faster.. grabbing onto the reddened ass of his drunken and helpless friend and watched as his back arched..and apparently filled his hole with his seed. She decided to invite Bill back again, whenever any of her boarders arrived in the same condition, and perhaps..once time she might even indulge Bill in her special room.
Smiling..she started to drift off, and Bill pulled out his now wet member..stepped back..and laid five more cane strokes on his old friend's ass for good measure. Closing the door, Bill recalled that the proprietess would stop down in the morning, and release her guest. He smiled, and made a note of the address, for his own future reference.
patrique, who has awoken from a drunken stupor, to find himself tied down..and receiving the beating of his life, was a torrent of mixed feelings. He couldn't see who was beating his ass, or who had taken advantage of his position to pop his ass cherry. After the door closed, patrique realized he couldn't move..and from sheer exhaustion, passed out.
More in the next version....