One of the worst things that happened to me happened because of my own carelessness and dislike for cleaning up. I had been staying in a university hall of residence for a few months and I had not got to know my flatmates, three other boys, very well. However, that was about to change. When Christmas came, most of my flatmates left early. However, Andrew and I stayed for a few more days.
I had just cooked tea in the kitchen when I had a phone call from my girlfriend. One thing led to another and I ended up leaving the washing undone for a day. The next morning, I was very tired and I was just about to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen when Andrew gripped me with his hands and propelled me into the kitchen.
Look at the mess, he said, when did we all agree to have our stuff cleaned up by?
I stuttered incoherently. He shock me a little, and said, The uni staff came round this morning and weve been fined ten pounds. What do you have to say for yourself?
I managed to gasp out Im sorry. He pulled me over to a chair and sat down on it.
Oh, youll be sorry, all right, he said, and then he pulled my pyjama bottoms down and my _c_o_c_k_ just burst out. He looked at it, laughed and, sitting down, bent me over his knee.
What I gasped aloud, just before his hand impacted on my butt. SPANK! Owww, stop it, who the _f_u_c_k_ do you think you are, my dad?
Needless to say, this is a pretty stupid thing to say to someone who has you bent over his knee, which is a humiliationg position even with out the spanking. The result was inevitable.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
He went on and on, bringing his hand down on my butt while I was crying out and trying to fend him off, though I stopped after the first few spanks.
After he had finally stopped spanking me, he lifted me off his lap, told me to clean up the mess all by myself and promised another spanking if the mess was not finished in an hour.
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