Pete organised his "Development Meetings" on a weekly basis for himself and me: they took place usually after hours because he was so busy and I had a fair bit to do myself during office hours, and we wanted peace and quiet. That was the official reason anyway. Admittedly we didn't want to be disturbed by anybody while hard at it, but the development work we were doing was on each other's bodies!! Pete was my Line Manager since I started doing this job, and we got on well from the start; we both had same sense of humour, and similar interests outside of work. Very similar in fact - when I bumped into him in one of my favourite night-clubs mid-snog with a go-go boy we realised we had more in common than we first thought.
Pete having his own office with a sofa made for quite a cosy shag-venue really, and it was a great way of relieving the stresses of the day - two guys stripping each other out of their suits and getting down and dirty however we felt like. We didn't put it down as overtime - we got plenty of benefits from it without money. Walking to his office, after not too fraught a day for once, I caught sight of my reflection in some glass and checked I was presentable. It wasn't that it was so formal, it was just that I wanted to look my most attractive! Dark grey self-stripe three-piece suit, pale blue shirt with double cuffs, with stylish cufflinks, and colourful tie; I think Pete would approve of my dress, and I was sure I would approve of his, for he was always the height of stylish good taste, from his always well-polished shoes up to his neatly groomed ginger-blond hair.
I was surprised to find at our most recent meeting that we were not to be alone together. Joining us for some "development" was Dean, one of the trainees. He was young - twenty I'd say - with raven black hair, sensual eyes behind stylish metal-framed glasses and, sat in his olive green suit pants a humungous nine-inch penis that he loved to have sucked. He eagerly returned the favour too I should add - Dean had the unspoken reputation of being a good time had by all. Well, at least all the gay men in the office, most of whom had been taken by surprise, as I was the first time it happened, by his charming, wanton approach to a quick bit of fun in the gents, or wherever.
"Dean asked if he could join in one of our meetings," said Pete, in answer to my quizzical bemusement at Dean's presence. Pete was sat nonchalantly on the edge of his desk in his immaculate Prince-of-Wales checked suit and brushing his floppy reddish blond fringe out of his eyes.
"You don't mind do you David?" asked Dean with a smile and a glint of cat green eyes. One hand rested on Pete's left thigh in an intimately familiar way, suggesting some gentle foreplay had already begun. Dean probably knew that his walking into a room was enough to get Pete, myself and many others excited.
"No, not at all." I answered "It will be nice to have somebody else to work on - with - you know...." If my speech hadn't given away my approval, I was _d_a_m_n_ sure the swelling erection in my pants would.
"Indeed." replied Pete. "Come over and join us on the sofa. I'm more than ready to begin," he said, standing up and showing momentarily the profile of a hardened knob-shaft pressing against his trousers, "And I'm sure you and Dean are too."
I walked over to Pete's sofa, unbuttoning my jacket as I went. Pete came up and stroked first my arse and then my crotch in appreciation.
"That's what I like to see - hot and ready front and back!"
"Have a stroke of me lads!" said Dean as he sat down on the black sofa with his legs wide apart. Encouragingly he held the front of his pants flat and stroked his erection, caught upright and pulsing in the lycra-jersey boxers he usually wore. Loosening ties, Pete and I accepted the invitation and sat down one either side of him. Very quickly we were giving his prize prick a good stroke, and more of him besides! Dean for his part, was coping with the greatest of expertise at nuzzling and kissing two guys simultaneously; he might never have been in a threesome on this sofa before, but that lad sure had done somewhere.
"Aye, aye, what the _f_u_c_k_'s going on here then?" came the voice of a figure coming through the door and seeing Pete and me snagging with Dean on the sofa - Pete's hand was inside Dean's now partially undone waistcoat, and mine, for my sins, was cupping the lad's lusty crotch inside his trousers, having just lowered his zip. One of Dean's hands was down the back of my trousers, the other fondling Pete's balls.
"Oh _s_h_i_t_!!" exclaimed Pete and me together. We stopped what we were doing, as we felt ourselves go crimson - we'd been caught!
"Er.... "Hi Chas." said Dean, coyly moving his hands from us.
Chas stood there shaking his head; he was one of our building's security men. Fairly tall, very muscular, with blond hair cropped short and well shorn side-burns, he was watching us with disdain, resplendent in his uniform. The white shirt fitted his broad chest snugly, and the black trousers were tight where it counted, displaying an excitingly large bulge at the front, complete with the hint of something snaking down his leg, and at the back the shapely contours of a gloriously _s_e_x_y, chunky bubble butt. A macho looking (strictly non-regulation) studded biker-type belt was buckled around his trim waist.
"Put Dean down Pete, you too David. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, harassing a young lad!"
"Harassing?" I replied, "You should feel the hardness of his boner!" I let go of Dean and he stood up and crossed to Chas, his cherubic face glowing with the recent excitement and his hair slightly dishevelled. I glanced at Pete, who looked back at me as if to say: 'Well, what happens next?'. We both stood up and tried straightening ourselves up.
"I've often wondered what you two got up to at your little meetings together - I should have investigated before now, obviously!" said Chas, "I ought to report your terrible misconduct...." he added, putting down a small satchel bag which seemed to contain, amongst other things, two roller bandages, fresh from a first-aid kit, or to go in one. Strange....
"What misconduct?" interrupted Pete, "Dean practically seduced me!"
Chas glared met Pete with a glare, "...but I think Dean would rather I dealt with you personally, is that right Dean?"
"Please Chas." This was beginning to look very bad for us - and very fishy....
"You've both behaved very badly," said Chas, "Such harassment must be dealt with swiftly and severely."
"Hands out in front of you, you naughty boys!" ordered Dean. We held out our hands, half expecting to get a ruler across them. Instead Dean and Chas each grabbed hold of a pair of arms and gripped them hard with one hand, and with the other they took a roll of bandage and tied it round our wrists a couple of times, the tightly-wrapped material tugging at the hairs on our wrists, but holding them fast.
"What are you going to do to us?" I asked timidly - things were definitely not developing according to plan today!
"Wait and see!" said Chas, "We're gonna teach you bad boys a lesson." Chas and Dean laughed as they roughly jostled Pete and me over the desk, and taking the long ends of the bandages, tied them taught to the desk-legs so we were kept firmly in our submissive positions, spread across the table top. He moved the satchel bag to behind us, conveniently at hand I assume.
Our jackets were then pushed up our backs to expose our upturned behinds. I felt my waistcoat slip up too, letting a tufty tail of shirt poke out between it and the waistband of my trousers. Pete was in a similar situation, only with the end of his red braces showing too.
"You set us up you little sod, didn't you?" Pete snapped at Dean. Dean smiled his usual charming and oh-so-_s_e_x_y smile back at him.
"Of course I did Pete. Boy am I going to enjoy this!" he pulled Pete's trousers quite taut, so that his ass-halves were obviously defined, the crack sharply divided by the seam of his pants. As if I hadn't expected it, I felt a yank on my belt and my trouser-seat stretched over my behind by Chas, making me gasp a little.
"Two smartly dressed behinds ready for punishment!" he announced.
"Belonging to two smartly dressed guys." Dean answered, "Two very naughty guys who are about to get a good hard spanking!"
"What?" I said.
"No!" protested Pete
"It's what you deserve." replied Dean, "A nice, warm whipping!"
"Indeed!" replied Chas, and without further ado they began to spank us.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK....
The sound of two hands slapping firmly against two sets of buttocks seemed to echo around the room, small though it was. Chas and Dean carried out their assignment with more vigour than they usually did anything else; they used the full width and weight of their manly hands upon us, bringing their palms down with vicious excitement, making us gasp and yelp.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK....
"Aaargh...."
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK....
Oh how my bottom was throbbing! Pete and I responded to each stroke with gasps and muffled grunts; things were beginning to hurt a bit and keeping a stiff upper lip was going to be hard if this went on much longer.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK....
Apart from anything else, I was finding that something else that had been stiff was waking up again as my crotch pressed and rubbed against the edge of the desk. It was a very strange feeling having feelings of pleasure in the front of my trousers mingling with the feelings of discomfort, nearing pain, in my trouser-seat.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK....
"Please.... Haven't you punished us enough?" asked Pete
"Have we punished them enough, Chas?" asked Dean
"I don't think so Deano." replied Chas coolly.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK....
"They have been really naughty haven't they? Not the behaviour you'd expect from respectable businessmen at all."
"Respectable businessmen in their smart, respectable suits who should be setting a good example to young trainees like yourself." said Chas
"You two set us up you sods!" I snapped, "Dean's a total slut and you know it!"
"Name calling now!" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Chas slapped my arse to reprimand me, stunning me into silence. "That's the sort of behaviour I'd expect from naughty little school-boys, not grown men!"
"We should punish them like naughty little schoolboys should be punished Chas!" announced Dean smugly. "Keep the old traditions alive!"
"Exactly Deano!" said Chas with wickedly dirty grin. "Perhaps the way they were punished when they were naughty little school-boys."
This sounded ominous.
"Too right! Let's take their trousers down!" said Dean
"Yeah, lets!" replied Chas, "Just like Daddy, Nanny and the Gym-master used to!"
"No!" chorused their victims - to no avail. Dean deftly unclipped Pete's braces while Chas reached under me and unfastened my belt. Then I felt his hands roughly pull down the zip. Fidget and squirm as we might we could not stop them - our trousers were doomed to be dropped. As soon as they were unfastened I felt them slip down my hips a little, and I was convinced they would fall down my legs Carry-On style. Instead both Chas and Dean sat on their haunches behind us, gripping one side of our trousers in each hand.
"On the count of three then?" said Chas
"Yeah!" answered Dean buoyantly
"Don't... please..." groaned Pete in vain - Chas and Dean were paying no heed to him
In unison they chanted: "One - Two - Three - - Down!!"
With a swift sharp stroke my grey self-stripe suit pants went down to my ankles at the same time as Pete's Prince-of-Wales checks. I felt the sudden change as a cool breeze from the air conditioning blew across my now-bare legs and up into my pink and white checked boxer shorts.
"Cute knickers!" said Chas with a leer, as he saw my shorts and goosed me
"Not a patch on these!" laughed Dean. He lifted Pete's shirt-tail up to reveal what Pete was wearing.
"Whooo!!" camped Chas, "Silky panties!"
"And he's been wearing them under his suit!" added Dean. Indeed, across Pete's quite masculine behind was a pair of black silk french knickers, trimmed with lace. I knew he had a foible for sensual silks; it was unfortunate that he had chosen today to wear them. I glanced at Pete: his eyes were tight shut in a cringe and his face bright red in embarrassment. I felt my own face flush as I considered my state of undress for the first time: trousers round ankles and boxers showing for all to see, and worse than that, somebody else had done it as a punishment!
"Oh god...." moaned Pete in mortification
"Such pervy -wervy dinky-winky girlie drawers!" said Dean, flicking at the lace trimmings with a taunting, tantalising finger.
"Not what you'd expect under an expensive masculine suit." mused Chas, "But I suppose whatever turns you on...!"
"Pete doesn't need turning on any more Chas," said Dean, "He's almost permanently horny as it is. David is too!"
This was true on both counts I suppose but....
"Well, let's see how horny they are still after a taste of the strap!" announced Chas, who began unbuckling his belt, "Use your belt on Pete, Deano."
"Sure."
"No.... please Chas, not your belt..." I pleaded - those studs would do god-knows-what to my arse, even with my boxers on.
"Okay David..." said Chas, "I'll use your belt instead!" and he tugged my own belt out of the trouser-loops and doubled it over, "Here Dean, use this on Pete." and he passed his deadly-looking belt to Dean, who took it with thanks."
It was Pete's turn to plead for mercy, but Dean was not as compassionate as Chas:
"Be quiet you little baby. Whimpering like a silly little girl, no wonder you're wearing frilly knickers. I'll put some colour in your cheeks with this!" and he gave Pete a quick swish of the leather monster Chas wore around his waist.
"Won't you just?" said Chas, "And this one's gonna get his arse thrashed too - a good whipping across his gaudy drawers with his own belt - imagine that!" I was already imagining it, and I was also imagining what it was going to be like for poor Pete. We soon found out.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
The pair of us yelped with each blow; the belts struck their targets with heavy, stinging precision, and now neither of us had trousers across our arses things were really hurting. Mind you, with a belt like Chas's, trousers wouldn't have offered much protection.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"Aargh....!" I moaned
"Uurgh...!" whined Pete
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
Using the buckle end of the belt meant that not only did we have the weight of a leather strap flogging our butt-cheeks, but a sturdy piece of metal - with a nice sharp point - jolting, jabbing, nipping and scratching our abused seats. Neither Dean nor Chas applied their weapons with any less viciousness either, just because a belt hurt more!
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"Ooowwww!" There was a snagging sound...
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
There was more snagging - the belt-buckle was shredding Pete's panties!
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"Aaargh!" Pete exclaimed, as the belt began biting naked flesh!
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
There was a loud rip as the black lace knickers split from assault
"Pete's knickers have split!" crowed Dean, continuing undeterred with the whipping
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
I could feel my belt nicking my own shorts - they would soon have a fate similar to Pete's underwear. Chas seemed to sense this and seemed to increase the vigour of his strokes, the bastard.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"David's won't last much longer either Deano!" he laughed
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"We might as well take 'em off then!" answered Dean
"Yeah!" agreed Chas and the whipping ceased, though our humiliations did not. With stitch-bursting speed my boxers were torn down to my knees, and the tattered remains of Pete's panties followed suit.
Dean whistled. "Just look at their arses! Like a pair of roasted tomatoes!"
"You could fry eggs on them - you can feel the heat coming off them." Chas replied
"Bet they must be really sore!" giggled Dean, who prodded Pete's left arse-cheek
"Ouch!" squeaked Pete
"Looks like they are." grinned Chas. He looked between our legs. "Mind you, both of them have still got stiffies." I could feel my own drooling _c_o_c_k_ swinging free now, and I could picture Pete's fat red-helmeted tool bobbing out its nest of red-blond pubes.
"They must be enjoying getting their bottoms thrashed, the kinky pair. We'll have to do it some more to them! They really are very naughty, naughty boys!"
"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" asked Chas of our young trainee
"'Course I am - you must be as well." And with that he gave Chas's crotch a good squeeze. "Thought you would be!" Chas reciprocated with a grasp of Dean's packet.
"_f_u_c_k_ing hell Deano, what have you got in your undies today, lead piping?"
"Just the usual sort of pipe you like to blow mate!"
"Ha! Well, I think we'll be able to let it have more than a suck in a while. Let's just finish these two naughty kiddies' punishment."
"Heh, heh, yeah - bare-bottom spanking time!" chortled Dean
"Oh no...." gasped Pete. Chas and Dean resumed their positions at one side of us.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, and WHACK....
We yelped as pain was inflicted upon our naked and already ravaged backsides.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, and WHACK....
We yelped again. Pete clamped his knees tight together reflex-like.
"Spread 'em!" ordered Dean. Pete obliged, as much as he could with his clothes around his legs.
"Wider!" said Dean, WHACK, WHACK!!
"I can't Dean!" cried Pete, "My pants are in the way!"
"We'll soon sort that out!" retorted Dean. He crouched down and pulled Pete's trousers, and the tattered remains of his knickers, off over his shoes. He fluttered the knickers in Pete's face.
"Sorry Pete - look what I've done to your knickers!" he giggled, "Now spread your legs! Good" Pete spread his legs as wide as possible; they were pale down to his knee-high black socks and up to his roasted butt, and shook nervously in anticipation. "_s_h_i_t_-scared of what we're going to do next, eh, Pete? Hey Chas, you do the same to David!"
"Yeah - good idea!" said the security guard. I then felt my trousers and boxers being tugged roughly off by him. Chas tossed my boxers onto Pete's desk-chair along with my trousers. I blushed again as I realised I was now naked from the waist down, and spread my legs as wide as possible.
"Good lad!" said Chas. He pushed my shirt-tail up under my waistcoat and continued spanking me for all he was worth.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, and WHACK....
"Owww!!" I responded.
"Oh the sound of a firm masculine hand colliding with a bad boy's naked buttocks - so distinctive, so... arousing!" enthused Chas
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, and WHACK....
"Very arousing!" said Dean, who while spanking poor Pete vigorously had his free hand inside the flies of his trousers and was stroking himself with equal passion.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, and WHACK.... WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, and WHACK....
"This is too much," said Chas, his face glowing with perspiration " I need some relief from all of this I think..." and he stepped back to loosen his collar and tie. Dean ceased smacking Pete (who was choking back his sobs even if tears had rolled down his cheeks once or twice) and stood next to Chas.
"What a sight they make!" said Dean, "Two big naughty lads tied to the desk without their trousers, or their sweaty boxers..."
"Or silky girlie panties either Deano." added Chas, "Look at their arses, tanned 'til they look like big, red rosy apples! They must be so sore."
"We are...." sobbed Pete with a snuffle. Given that he had endured Chas's rugged belt and across bare flesh for longer than me (his panties didn't last long after all) it was no wonder that his arse cheeks were sore. I could just about see the welts -some of the deepest crimson - raised by the belt-buckle on his rear, and I realised I may have got off lightly by comparison.
Chas went over to his 'bag of tricks' that had been sat behind us on a chair since him and Dean had bandaged our wrists up. He took out a tube of something and squeezed some into his hand. Imagine my surprise as he smeared the gel into my arse-crack and I felt the surprisingly cold and moist, but familiar sensation of lube across my back hole! I gasped in surprise and with a dirty chuckle Chas did the same the Pete, who reacted exactly the same way as I did.
"I can tell you two weren't expecting some KY in your holes!" said Chas, "But it's time to put your arses to better use on our behalf." He stood in front of me and stroked his hefty packet lasciviously, before slowly lowering the zip of his trousers and unfastening the waistband.
He pushed his trousers down his legs to reveal a pair of white cotton boxer-shorts, long-legged in a US military sort of way, which were struggling badly to accommodate the fleshy trunk of his _c_o_c_k_. Chas liberated his _s_e_x_ through the flies of the pre-cum stained fabric so revealing, in all its horny, heavily veined glory, an eight-inch penis of amazing girth, a moist mahogany cloven glans pushing the cowl of foreskin back in readiness.
"Suck me." He ordered, lifting my head. As I was in no position to refuse, I opened my mouth and received his _c_o_c_k_. I immediately began to suck his hot, tasty manhood as much as I could without gagging.
Dean, having watched these events unfold, dropped his trousers and from the restriction of a pair of bright red jersey boxers, his equally-red helmeted, circumcised nine inch length, which he fed to Pete with brisk determination. The air was soon filled with energetic slurping noises and the reciprocal gurgles and moans and sighs; it was fairly enjoyable for me too, as my _c_o_c_k_ was being gratified by friction against the desk again. This continued for at least ten minutes perhaps, when Chas withdrew from my mouth and walked round to behind me, and Dean followed his lead.
"I don't know about you Deano, but I'm ready to do some _f_u_c_k_ing!"
"Yeah, you're gonna get screwed boys!" said Dean sleazily, as he stroked his long shaft in a determined hand-wank-jive, "We're gonna shoot some spunk up you!"
"Yeah boys, "said Chas, "And you can't stop us. So shut up and take it!"
Before we could protest any further, both men had dropped their boxers; Chas forcefully prised my poor ass-halves apart so he could get a better view of the target, and then aimed the fat head of his weapon fast against my puckered rosy ring. Without a word of warning more, he pushed himself hard up into my back-door.
I squealed simultaneously with Pete, who was being impaled on Dean's sturdy rod with an equal amount of force and an equal lack of regard for our general well-being. Chas was a really big boy I was finding out - it was if his hands were now somehow prising open my unwilling arse-hole. All I could feel was this gigantic something sliding in and out of me. As our anal muscles clamped defensively around these fleshy invaders thereby inadvertently exciting Dean and Chas further, they thrust hard into us even more.
"Whoooo...." growled Dean, "Give it him hard, really hard!"
"I'm going to Deano. Just you do the same for poor Petey..."
"Please.... It hurts...." sobbed Pete, whose tears flowed freely. Like our united howls of pain.
"Aww, I'll make you feel better!" said Dean, and he reached under Pete and found his _c_o_c_k_ to play with, which was evidently still semi-hard, "Can't be hurting that much - he's still pretty stiff. Even after all that spanking his knob's all wet in my hand...."
"David's the same!" replied Chas, taking hold of my dick and wanking it briskly.
"Well, let's get them shooting while we do!" said Dean. Chas nodded and as they proceeded to _f_u_c_k_ us senseless, so they wanked us off frantically. Soon it became an amazing experience, in that the _f_u_c_k_ing was so painful, and the wanking exceedingly pleasurable; the two sensations, which I thought so opposite, were blending so.... well!
"I... can't.... hold.... back... any... long... er..." groaned Dean, as he accelerated into the home straight and with a series of grunts shot his punk-salvo up Pete, who then reciprocated with a yelp, all over the desk and his legs.
"I'm... coming... right... now!!!" shouted Chas. "Right... up... his... _s_h_i_t_ter!!" He slammed his hips against my butt and I felt this rush of something searing stinging the tortured tissues of my poop-chute. It was the final stimulation I needed, and I felt my orgasm churn from my balls and out, as my _c_o_c_k_ head spat thick gooey cum everywhere.
"Boy have I made you sore!!" he said, "and I think naughty Petey is too!"
"I think he is Chas. Both of them have really had their arses punished!" answered Dean, "Shall we release them now?"
"I think so." replied Chas. He and Dean unbandaged our wrists, allowing Pete and myself to stand up for what seemed to be the first time in hours. Dean and Chas stood watching us pensively as we stood there, still naked from the waist down and legs spattered with semen. I was sure I could feel something leaking out of my arse; in the meantime Chas and Dean cleaned themselves up and resumed their trousers. I almost went to straighten my waistcoat until I remembered I had no trousers still.
"Hmmm.... I want something else to remember this evening by." said Chas after a meditative silence.
"What...?" we asked timidly, still standing before them both, naked and sore, with our softening _c_o_c_k_s pink and sticky between our legs.
"Follow me." he instructed, and he opened the office door, still carrying our trousers and underwear, and stepped out into the long-since deserted main office
"You mean.... go out there....?" I ventured reluctantly.
"Got it in one!" said Chas, "You'll get your clothes back once you've followed us out."
"Walkies!" said Dean, who grabbed hold of my tie and dragged me forward like a reluctant puppy-dog.
"Good idea!" said Chas and he led Pete out in the same fashion. "And hands on heads!"
It was a very strange experience, walking out into the semi-dark open-plan office, silent except for distant traffic noise outside and an occasional whirr of air conditioning. Dean and Chas pulled Pete and me along, past desks and filing cabinets in complete silence, to who knows where. Terrified that we would meet somebody en route, we knew our shirt-fronts barely hid our privates, much to the amusement of Dean and Chas, who were of course fully clothed.
We stopped in front of another desk, close to the section's entrance doors. Chas switched on some lights that illuminated the small area better (though with being close to the door it was fairly well lit to begin with). Our trousers and pants were dropped onto another desk, from which Chas collected - as planned it seemed - two sturdy wooden paddles in a well-polished dark wood. He passed one to Dean.
"This is the last part of your punishment. Your final humiliation." he explained
"Those?" trilled Pete in dismay. I just gulped nervously.
"Yup." said Dean, tapping the paddle lightly against the upturned palm of his empty hand, "You're getting one last good paddling from us!"
"But this time, on camera!" proclaimed Chas, and he nodded to the security camera that looked towards the door, and by extension towards the desk we now stood round.
"Oh no!" I gasped, "No... no way..." I shook my head
"Submit, or you won't be going home tonight!" said Chas gravely
"Yeah," sneered Dean, "and what will you say tomorrow morning when everybody comes in and you have no trousers?"
With no alternative, for Dean and Chas were undoubtedly more agile than either of us should we try and make a grab for our pants, Pete and I bent over the desk, our arses pointing camera-wards.
"Please be gentle with us..." whimpered Pete
"Not a chance!" retorted Dean, who pushed up my jacket and shirt tails so my total ignominy could be caught on camera. Chas treated Pete to the same dishonour and then without any more delays, they began flailing our tails with the frat-paddles.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK.... THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK.... THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
Seemingly invigorated by their respective orgasms, Dean and Chas walloped us relentlessly and without compassion for our already much scorched seats. They leaned upon us with their full weights, one hand between our shoulder blades, the other wielding these latest penitential instruments.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK.... THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK.... THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"Wha-hey!" cheered Dean, watching my ass-mounds reverberate, "Imagine getting paddled for posterity Chas - your punishment always on record to be reviewed again and again!"
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"Just as it should be when two naughty boys have been very, very bad Dean." he replied, "They've been bent over a desk, stripped of their smart trousers, stripped of their sweaty, pervy underpants, and had their manly bottoms spanked, whipped, _f_u_c_k_ed and now soundly paddled!" And didn't we know it? Two grown men being treated worse than like naughty boys, our backsides beaten black and blue...
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK.... THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, and THWACK....
"Excellent...." said Dean, "Have these two had enough, my arm's aching?" My burnished butt was doing far more than just ache with these latest attacks.
"Yeah, they're done." Chas said. They released us and went over to the satchelbag to put away the paddles, "Mind you that was just the finalé you understand lads." Chas continued, patting the bag, "The cam-corder hidden in here got everything else."
We stood there open-mouthed. Dean tossed our trousers to us. "Catch. We're gonna keep your undies though as a souvenir." Dean headed with Chas towards the door, the pair of them straightening their ties in an oh-so-businesslike way "I hope we can have another development meeting soon Pete."