The Tournament


by Boyorion

The following is a true story. It actually happened to me and what I describe here is to the best of my recollection. I have not embellished any of the details. Nothing is added and nothing is omitted.

It was two weeks after my 11th birthday and I had earned a place in the state chess tournament.

My mother had recently married Ben, my stepfather. He was younger than my mother, he was 27. He was a builder by trade and was very tall and muscular. It had been a short engagement, in fact I had known Ben only a matter of a few months. Right from the get go we had bonded as we had one love in common. Chess. He had become my coach and had been tutoring me since the day he moved in.

The morning of the tournament, we were driving to the venue, going over strategies. As we pulled up into the carpark, Ben switched off the engine and then turned to me.

"I think you need an incentive." He started. "If you win, we'll spend tomorrow doing whatever you like. We can go anywhere, do anything, it's up to you."

"What if I lose?" I asked.

"You'll get a spanking." He said, without skipping a beat. "You'll get a certain number of smacks for every piece you lose. Pawns are worth 2, rooks are worth 5, knights are worth 10, bishops 20 and your queen 30. Plus an additional 50 for your king."

I suddenly felt a stirring in my tummy. I didn't tell Ben this, but I secretly liked being spanked. The only other person who had spanked me was my babysitter and when ben had threatened me, I flashed back to the times I had been over my babysitter's knee, his hand pounding my bare bottom.

The tournament had gone well up to this point. I had won each of my round-robin games and had craped through the semi-finals. It was down to the final game and I was facing another 11 year old. It was a cat and mouse game and as I watched the pieces he had taken pile up, I started to get worried. I only had my queen, a knight and a rook to play with as well as three pawns.

"Check." He said. I had no choice but to sacrifice my queen. It went.

"Check." He said again.

After desperately trying to protect my king while at the same time trying to trap his, I made a fatal error.

"Check mate." He said, smuggly and the small crowd of spectators began clapping. I smiled and shook his hand and looked over at Ben. He was sitting there with a wry smile.

We got home and ben led my into my bedroom and sat on my bed. "Why don't we get this over and done with." Ben said as he tapped his right thigh. I walked over to him and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I lay across his lap, my bare bottom sticking up, Bens left arm holding my tightly.

Ben rested his hand on my bottom. His hand was huge and it covered my whole backside. He had a huge arm as well. It was so strong that I could grab onto his biceps and he could easily lift me off the ground.

He didn't say a word as he gently rubbed and groped my cheeks. Then I felt the air hit my upturned butt as Ben lifted his hand high.

Ben began spanking me hard and rhythmically. He alternated between left and right cheek, the middle and the hardest landed right across my sit spot. I dared not move as I gripped his left leg tightly with my arms, keeping my bottom slightly upturned so he would have a soft target.

I had worked out on the way home how many smacks I would get. I knew he was counting in his head and I knew I had a total of 155 coming. I had lost count and it seemed like it would go on forever.

Ben never seemed to get tired as spank after stinging spank landed right on target. Finally I felt him build to a crescendo as the last 20 began to land. The last ones were the hardest I had ever had and he spanked my rapid fire. Harder and harder until the final four. He slowed down for them, making sure he put every ounce of his strength into them.

After the last one fell, my bottom was burning and throbbing. I was bawling uncontollably and could not move. It hurt to move my legs, it hurt to clench my bottom. I hadn't dared clech while Ben was spanking me. Although this was the first time he had ever spanked my, he had threatened me before and I knew that clenching meant the strap.

Ben gently rested his hand back on my hot and sorry bottom and began stroking it gently. I lay there while he did this until I stopped crying and the throbbing has subsided to a strong burning. Ben tapped my bottom gently, sending a ripple through my cheeks and told me to get up.

I stood up and turned my head to see my bottom in the mirror. It had never been that red before. It was a deep, dark and sngry red and I could feel every bit of it. I reached behind me and gently touched my cheeks. They were very hot and I began rubbing them.

Ben stood up and was once again towering over me. "Stay in here until you've settled and then you can come out again."

After he left I lay down on my bed and began stroking my sore and sorry bottom. After the worst pain had subsided, it was now that strong, warm feeling that I loved. I felt my penis rise and had no choice but to pay it the attention it craved.

Ben had just spanked me harder than I had ever been spanked in my life and I loved it.


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