The Spanking You're Going to Get: I'll Spank the Cum Out of You.


by Mr. C. (Click for Author's Home Page)<Antonco@chartermi.net>

Here's the spanking scenraio I'd like to live out with a naughty young man who is ready to face the music and submit his backside.

Masculine, intelligent, honest 46 y. o. top gwm "daddy" with a hairy chest, sense of humor, warm heart and firm hand seeks younger adult "son" for play (with LTR a strong possibility if the feelings are mutual). You should be a younger eager-to-please bottom guy with a fun and mischievous streak. Your adjustment will fit the crime; with spanking just the beginning of your road to recovery.

Now, about that spanking, young man. Below is a fantasy scenario that I wrote. If the thought of doing this -- as just one way to play, not the only way to play -- gets you very excited, there's strong potential that you and I will be good for each other -- even just for a short term fix. [Cautionary note: if adding other erotic activities to your central spanking session isn't cool with you, exit my message now.]

I've decided you've earned yourself a good, old fashioned spanking and instruct you to "drop 'em" (meaning your pants, of course). You move forward in such a way that your hands slowly begin to open your pants -- total physical compliance yet a bit reluctant. At the same time, verbally you use your the full range of your imagination in attempt to persuade me not to spank you. That can include pleading, promising to be good from now on, bargaining, even flirting, or a combination of all of the above. As you're standing before me, making your verbal case, you've gotten your pants down and around your ankles. I reach up, sliding my fingers beneath the waist band of your tight, snow white briefs as your final, more desperate pleas go along the lines "Oh please, not on the bare."

Sometimes, if I find you've been particularly good at making your case, I may allow you to leave those briefs up for a short part of your spanking. Other times, my fingers will slowly inch your briefs downward while you continue your desperate verbal attempts to prevent the embarrassment. Part of my pleasure at this point comes from your sincere protests while at the same time your erection -- tenting those underpants of yours -- is telling me an entirely different story.

When I've inched your briefs down to the point where any more downward movement is going to release your dick so that it springs right up, I make one quick, smooth motion to bring them all the way down to your knees. Some times I may just ignore it and put you right over my lap. Other times I may just flick your erection a bit and taunt you, "What's this, the perverted little boy really likes to get his bare butt beat?".

Over my lap, I'll take some time positioning you just right ... maybe even adjusting your dick between my legs and feeling that butt of your. Then my right hand will slowly rise before rapidly descending in such a way as to give a firm, upward glancing blow to the bottom of one of your cheeks. Then the other. I like the way that particular strike can set your ass flesh into motion. My pace will gradually increase as I pepper your bare bottom with spanks to get you squirming and pleading. I'll quietly enjoy the feeling of your erection poking every which way against my thighs while my hand is connecting with your butt.

When I am done with this little warm up, I'll send you to fetch the paddle or strap or whatever tool I will use on your backside next. That tool of discipline will be across the room ... perhaps even in another room. You'll know that you have to hurry to fetch it, lest I decide to increase your punishment for any delay you'd cause. Yet when you're sent to get it, your pants and underwear will still be around your ankles. It will please me a great deal to see your awkward efforts to rush with your ankles hobbled like that and your erection still bobbing.

Once you've returned, you present the object that will next be used on your bare backside with a little ritual you've learned, "Here, daddy, I will learn much better if you apply this to my naughty bare bottom." I'll accept the item and give you a nod, signaling that now you should remove all of your clothing.

If it was my leather paddle, I'd return you over my knee to continue with your just punishment. If it's the strap, I more likely will position you over the high, over stuffed arm of the sofa, or over the corner of the bed with your legs draped on either side. Either way, you will feel the wrath of the punishment you know deep down you've earned. Your ass will sting and burn as your verbal pleadings grow more desperate, interspersed with mere sounds in pure reaction to the sensations your backside feels.

Once you've completely let yourself go with the flow -- when your tears flow and or your child-like pleadings convince my that you are sincere in your promises to try to do better in the future -- I'll know that it's nearly time to end this session. You'll receive about a dozen more straps ... or maybe even just my hand at this point as I question your sincerity with spanks to accent your answers.

Sometimes when this stage is complete, you may have to be sent to the corner to nakedly await a later inspection. An inspection that could tell me you haven't had enough for this particular infraction. More often than not, at this stage I will sit you upon my lap and we'll embrace tightly so that the final communication is that this really was done in a loving context for your own good.

At this stage, there will be times when your sobs subside and you look me in the eyes to say, "but sir, there are better uses you could put my little bottom to." Other times I may be the demanding one ... "burning or not, young man, get that ass in the air for me now." Maybe I'm the professor and after I've gone this far in alternative activities to allow you to get a better grade and save your scholarship, I decide I might as well mollest you to seal the deal (or the probation officer who uses this as an excuse to mollest you in return for keeping you out of jail ... let's let our imaginations run a little wild here). And there's always the option of me deciding to calm your cries by stuffing your mouth with my own 7.5" pacifier (of course that can also be done during a spanking so that each moan you make offers me an exquisite vibration ... but that's another story).

After I've taken my pleasure, either with force, blackmail or tenderly -- as fits the moment -- I will send you to fetch a bottle of lotion. You will not have been allowed your own release to this point. You'll present the lotion to me and comply with my instructions to get back over my lap like we started. Of course, if you lost your erection during the last parts of your spanking, it will have returned by now.

When you get positioned over my lap, you'll have yet another little surprise. My left hand will be the one with the lotion in it. And that hand will reach around and beneath you to clasp your hard on with my firm, slippery fist. "Seeing this naughty little member of yours stands at such attention when it's time for a spanking, I'm going to spank the cum out of you," I whisper into your ear as my right hand comes down firmly on your red backside. That drives your dick right into my fist. I continue to increase the pace of my hand spanks on your red butt, driving your hard _c_o_c_k_ into my hand at a faster pace until the pure mixture of pain and pleasure puts you right over the top. Then I'll send you to fetch warm washcloths and towels to clean us up before taking you into my arms and cuddling up together.

Well, young man, that's about the ultimate fantasy kicking around in the back of my mind, eager to spring into action. How about you? Drop me a line and tell me about yourself, including a pic of your mischievously smiling face (and other parts if you like) at: antonco@cheqnet. net and you may soon have your pants down in the north woods of Wisconsin. If you enjoy the outdoors (wilderness, waterfalls, little mountains, biggest lake in the world), all the better ... could be on this summer vacation you go on a hike and find yourself cutting your own switch for an old time adjustment.

Mr. C.


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