Craig and I woke up the next morning. He was in a good mood and didn't mention anything about the spankings he had given me the night before. I couldn't believe he had forgotten them or his promise to give me some additional punishment for lying to him. If he had forgotten, the sight of his old brown belt, lying doubled up on the nightstand, surely would have reminded him. So I figured it was coming but maybe if we got along really well, he m ight let it go or give me less.
We went out and had a pretty good day, talking about old times, playing some tennis (he won, no surprise) and then went back to my apartment. We had managed to get tickets for the Bulls game, which wasn't very hard anymore. We were in the bedroom getting ready to go to the game and changing out of our athletic gear. Craig was getting dressed and put on his old jeans and chuckled.
"Well, which belt should I wear and which should I use?" I knew exactly what he meant. I didn't think he really wanted an answer.
"Maybe I'll try both" he said, smiling, "Come over here."
"Come on, Craig, let's wait til we get back from the game."
He shook his head. "No, let's take care of business now and get it out of the way. You'll enjoy the game more, won't you?"
"Can't you just forget it? It's been a long time since we were together. Let's have fun."
Craig continued to shake his head. "No, let's take care of it. Come over here."
I walked over and stood next to him and he picked up the old brown belt from the nightstand. "Let's go into the living room." He led the way, carrying the old belt by his side. He walked up to the couch.
"Remember how you used to get it on Friday nights over the arm of the couch? That always seemed to work well. Get your pants down and get over the arm."
I tried one last time. "Please...Craig. Don't do this."
Craig started to get a little mad. "Pants down. Bend over."
I pulled my jeans down and laid over the arm of the couch once again, like I had so many times when we were roommates and Craig decided to give me the belt. It didn't take him long to start. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. As usual, he was very methodical and applied the belt hard and with a measured beat. WHACK I tried pleading a bit "Owww, come on, Craig, please stop. It never worked. WHACK WHACK I kicked around a bit "Stay still!" WHACK WHACK Craig kept it up for 22 swats and stopped.
"Go put this one back and get my new one from my suitcase."
I rubbed my butt and took the brown belt that Craig handed me. "Please, Craig, not any more. COme on." His face got darker.
"Give the belt back." I handed it to him and he gave me three hard swats. "Want to get the other one now, son or do you want some more of this first?" I took the belt and trudged into my bedroom, hung up the old belt, and fished Craig's new black belt out of his suitcase. Without saying a word, I went back into the living room, handed him his black belt, and climbed back over the arm of the couch. Craig did not mess around either. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK I really tried hard not to cry but after 12 more of these I sniffled some. Even though Craig was like a dad to me I was still ashamed to cry in front of him. The belt continued to land, tears or not. Finally, after a hard 22 swats with the black belt, Craig told me to get up and pull my jeans up. He threaded his belt back on his jeans and he didnt mention the spanking again for tthe rest of the night. Of course, all during the game, my butt was sore and I could remember it. Although Craig had spanked me many, many times before, this time it sort of made me mad. He smoked cigars and still spanked me for anything I smoked.
After the game we went back to my apartment. Craig lit up a cigar he hadbrought and asked me to get him a beer. Unfortunately, we were out but he asked me to run out and get some. I ran out to the corner store to get a twelve pack of bud and when I got back, I had a great surprise. Craig had lit up what was left of my joint and was smoking it. It really made me mad.
"How come you can smoke it and I can't? This is BS"
Craig put the joint down. "I ought to give you the belt for saying that. We don't have the same rules."
I had an idea. "Okay, you're right. What if Kathy (his wife) finds out you smoked a joint?" His wife was totally against drugs and didn't even like him to smoke cigars.
For the first time since he was a kid in school, Craig looked scared.
"You wouldnt tell her, would you?"
I decided to get a little pay back. "I think I should. You think its bad for me. I'll make you a deal."
"What deal" he asked suspiciously.
"I'll give you some of what you just gave me to teach you not to smoke jonits, and she won't find out."
Craig looked really mad and thought for a few minutes before saying anything.
"I don't think I should do that. We're not exchanging swats like a game. You're like my son. That's why I spank you. You're immature."
I had to agree. We had had a good relationship and I had grown up a lot with Craig. But I still wanted my revenge.
"It will be just this one time. Or how many joints have you had recently?"
Craig stood up. "Okay, I'll do what you say. But just this once."
I couldn't believe I was going to get my shots.
"Okay, Craig, take those jeans down and get over the arm of the couch."
Craig quietly stood up and did as I asked. I reached down behind his butt that was pointed at me and pulled his black belt off of his jeans. I doubled it up, drew back and gave him a hard swat. He didn't say anything. I gave him about 10 more hard swats and he took them well. He didn't yell out like I did or ask for mercy. I thought maybe his shorts were protecting him although they were just white briefs like mine. I pulled his shorts down and he started to object but I reminded him we had a deal. I picked up the belt and gave him five hard swats, as hard as I could, across his bare butt. He grunted a bit but that was all. I reached down and pulled his briefs back up and told him he could get up and pull his jeans up. I think I realized that he realy was a father figure, and I didn't need revenge.
But any chance that he took my mercy gratefully was quickly dispelled.
"Are you done?" I nodded my head.
"OKay, let's have some beers but I want to ask you one question."
"Yes, Craig?"
"Didn't you just say 'bs' What does BS stand for?"
My face must have shown that I knew I was the one in trouble again but I didn't say anything.
Craig smiled. "That's right, my boy, it stands for bare butt spanking but we
ll get to that later. Hand me a beer and let's listen to some music. By the way, I had forgotten how much the belt hurt when someone gives it to you, so I'll have to remember that in a little while, won't I?"