It was happening again – looking down from his bedroom window James could see the postman cutting across the gardens to next door, trampling his borders in the process. Well this time he wasnt going to get away with it.
James opened his window and shouted – "Hey you, what do you think you are doing?" The postman looked around, unsure where the voice had come from. "Up here, you bloody clown – what do you think you are doing, trampling all over my borders?" The postman looked up – "Sorry, I just didnt think"
"Never mind about that" - said James "I want a word with you – its not good enough and I want to see you as soon as you have completed your round". He expected the postman to simply walk off – but he didnt, looking up at James a little nervously, he said - "Ill be back as soon as I am finished sir" James, mollified by this, withdrew his head from the window, closed it and waited.
A few moments later his doorbell rang. When he answered it the postman was standing there. He was quite a tall middle - aged chap. "Youd better come in, we have things to discuss" said James. The postman came into the hall. James shut the door and locked it with his key. The postman looked but said nothing. "Go through to the dining room – second on the left" said James. He watched the postman slowly go through to the dining room and followed him in. The postman made a move to sit down on a large sofa, which was along one wall. " I didnt invite you to sit", snapped James – "We have matters to discuss concerning your behaviour, stand over by the table" The postman complied, standing, almost at attention, in front of the dining table. "You continue, despite my complaints and warnings, to trample over my garden to get to next door. I am at the stage where I have simply had enough and am contemplating getting in touch with your office to complain formally – can you give me any reason why I shouldnt?"
" Not really sir, I am very sorry and I do try to remember not to do it, but on some days I suppose I simply forget". "That just isnt good enough" said James " I cant see what else I can do now other than to contact your office"
"Please dont do that" said the postman. " I need this job and may not find another at my age"
"You should have thought of that before" - said James. "There has to be some way of punishing you for ruining my garden and I cant think of anything else – can you?" The postman said nothing but looked at the floor – then there was a low muttering from him. "You could punish me yourself"
"What do you mean by that?" said James. The postmans face coloured red and he continued looking at the floor, again muttering. "You could spank my backside or something" James looked at him – now they were getting to what he had hoped for all along! "Are you saying to me that in order to avoid me contacting your office you are prepared to submit to a spanking as punishment for ruining my garden?"
"Yes" murmured the postman. "You understand what that would mean dont you?" James snapped. " I would expect to spank your behind on trousers, underpants and then bare until I was satisfied you had been sufficiently punished and had learnt your lesson – do you follow that?"
"Yes sir" said the postman – still red in the face but looking directly at James now. James glanced down at the postmans flies and was gratified to see a growing bulge there – clearly this postman was not entirely averse to have his trousers and underpants taken down! James moved towards the dining table and picked up a dining chair, which he placed in the middle of the floor. "Take you jacket and shoes off and come here". The postman took off his jacket and shoes and draped the jacket over an armchair, putting the shoes to one side on the floor. As he turned to come towards James he could see the postman now had a full throbbing erection, which was tenting out the front of his trousers. As the postman reached him James pulled him across his knee and began to spank firmly. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK James increased the weight of the spanks as he built up a rhythm and soon the postman, although not actually crying out, was beginning to breathe more heavily and wriggle his bottom slightly. The sting of the spanks was beginning to bite. James was starting to enjoy this immensely. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "Stand up" snapped James. The postman stood up – the bulge in the front of his trousers now threatening to burst out of his pants. James reached forward, and began to undo the top of the postmans trousers. Once they were undone he slowly and deliberately unzipped the postmans flies. As the zip came right down the postmans throbbing _c_o_c_k_ sprang forward, encased in his white underpants. James throat went dry as he contemplated this appealing sight! He eased the postmans trousers right down to his ankles, allowing his hands to brush over the postmans buttocks and legs as he did so. He could feel his own throbbing erection in his pants and knew it would not be long before he would need some kind of release. His hand reached out and caressed the postmans erect _c_o_c_k_ through his pants, there was a sharp intake of breath and the postman gave a shiver as he was fondled. "Step out of your trousers" James barked at the postman. "Take them over to the chair and leave them over the top" The postman walked over to the armchair and draped his trousers over the top. As he walked across the room James took in his bare legs and the occasional glimpse of white underpants in delicious anticipation. The postman came back to him (showing the occasional enticing glimpse of bulging pants beneath his shirt) and, without being told, bent over James lap. James pulled up the postmans uniform shirt, exposing his bottom clad in white Y front briefs. The postmans buttock cheeks quivered slightly as James ran his hand over the underpants and then slipped a finger inside, easing his hand towards to postmans arse crack, which had become moist. The postman gave a little gasp as his bottom was fondled in such an intimate manner and he felt a finger very gently probe his moist opening. Without being inserted fully the finger was withdrawn. Then, suddenly - SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK The blows on the postmans backside were heavier now and he began to gasp and whimper as his bottom was punished – SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "No – please!" SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "Oh, no!" SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "Please sir, it hurts!" SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK James continued to spank and the postman wriggled his bottom more and more frantically as the stinging pain increased and a numbing throbbing glow began to infuse his protesting backside. "Stand up" ordered James. The postman got off his lap and stood before him, his face red and the beginnings of tears in his eyes. "Take off your shirt and socks" said James, his throat dry and tingling. The postman took off his shirt and socks and went over to the armchair to drape them over the top. With his back to him James could see the reddening area of the postmans arse cheeks, which spread outside the cover of his underpants – very tempting! As the postman turned back and came towards him James could see the magnificent erection tenting out the front of his underpants complete with a little damp spot where the postmans knob had started to ooze pre – cum. The postman stood in front of James, who reached up and placed his hands on the waistband of his underpants. Slowly and deliberately he eased the postmans underpants down. The postmans stiff _c_o_c_k_ prevented his pants coming down freely at the front so James reached inside and held the postmans _c_o_c_k_ firmly while he lowered his pants with the other hand. The postman had his eyes shut and gave a little gasp as this was done to him. Finally the postmans underpants were down around his ankles and he stood there, naked with a huge throbbing erection. James took the postmans _c_o_c_k_ in his hand and gently fondled it, feeling the throbbing veins on the shaft and the knob slicked with pre – cum. His hand rubbed gently up and down the shaft, making the postmans _c_o_c_k_ twitch and move involuntarily. "Step out of your pants and bend over my knee" whispered James, feeling his heart pounding with mounting excitement. The postman complied and James was presented with a reddening naked arse, seemingly quivering in anticipation of a good hard bare bottom spanking. He began - SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "No, Christ no!" SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "Please!!". SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, "Oh God no!!" The postman wriggled and struggled, but James continued to land hard heavy spanks on his bare arse cheeks. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "Ah!" SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK "No!!" SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK By now the struggling had subsided and the postman simply whimpered as his bare bottom was soundly beaten. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK
Finally James stopped. He looked down at the postmans bare backside, the cheeks were a bright throbbing scarlet and a terrific heat was coming off them. The postman was sniffling and gasping. He began to very gently stroke the postmans bottom – so lightly he was barely caressing the hairs on his bottom cheeks. As moments passed the postman began to gasp and shudder as his backside was so gently fondled. James hand began to fondle a little more firmly – the postman did not resist. After some time stroking the postmans ravaged bottom James licked a finger and began to very gently probe the postmans arsehole. At first he simply pressed a moistened finger lightly near the hole, then, when that met no resistance, he slowly inserted a finger, gradually sliding it all the way into the postman, who began to writhe in pleasure despite his tenderness. James began to slide the finger in and out of the postman rhythmically. As the finger _f_u_c_k_ing increased in speed the postman wriggled more vigorously and began to moan "Oh!!"
"Please!!!" James spat on another finger and dribbled copious gobs of spit over the postmans willing hole – soon he had two fingers up him, finger _f_u_c_k_ing him furiously. The postman writhed and gasped as he surrendered to James touch. He was totally submissive now and ready to do whatever James wanted. "Stand up lad - I think its time you gave some pleasure." The postman stood up, pre –cum now oozing in a steady stream from his erect throbbing _c_o_c_k_. James stood up and quickly began to strip – soon he too was naked and erect. "Kneel down" he ordered the postman. The postman was quick to oblige and almost before he had time to stand in front of him James felt the postman guiding his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ into a willing eager mouth. He looked down at the postmans head bobbing up and down as he sucked on his shaft and savoured his domination of the man. The postman sucked vigorously oblivious to everything but the throbbing _c_o_c_k_ filling his mouth and throat. The sounds of wet slurping filled the room as the postmans lips moved up and down the shaft of James _c_o_c_k_ and he gave himself up to his task. After a while James knew it would not be long before his spunk would be released in thick creamy gobs and shoot down the postmans throat – and he wanted much more than that. "Stand up" he barked at the postman. "Ive decided a blow job is simply not enough – I want to give your arse a good _f_u_c_k_ing, get over the dining table, now! "Yes sir" said the postman, scrambling to his feet. He went over to the dining table and bent over spreading his legs as he did so. James came up behind him and allowed the knob of his rock hard _c_o_c_k_ to press against the postmans arse crack. The postman reached behind himself and held his plump arse cheeks apart, exposing his moist pink twitching arsehole. James spat on his _c_o_c_k_ and on the postmans arsehole and gradually but firmly he pushed his throbbing knob against the postmans warm wet entrance. The postmans arsehole flared open and slowly admitted James throbbing knob, then, inch by inch, James slid the entire shaft length of his _c_o_c_k_ into the postman. Soon he was all the way in and his balls were resting on the postmans arse cheeks. The postman was breathing heavily and gasping "Oh god!" James took a moment to savour the feel of his engorged prick, throbbing and jerking, all the way up the postmans arse. Slowly at first James began to thrust his _c_o_c_k_ in and out of the postman – soon he had reached a good firm rhythm and was giving the postmans arse a good hard _f_u_c_k_ing. He thrust away for some minutes while the postman gasped and whimpered – James had a big _c_o_c_k_ and it was all in him, _f_u_c_k_ing him good and hard. After some time James knew he was near to exploding, so he increased the speed of his thrusts in and out of the postman. Both men were breathing heavily and sweating, their bodies writhing and thrusting in tandem. After frenziedly _f_u_c_k_ing the postman for some time James felt the spunk rise from his balls up his shaft and shoot out from his knob. His _c_o_c_k_ throbbed, jerked and went into spasm as load after load of thick hot creamy spunk shot up the postmans arse. The postman wriggled and writhed in frenzy and James felt his buttock muscles grip and spasm, as he got ready to shoot his own load. Within seconds a stream of thick creamy spunk erupted from the postmans rampant _c_o_c_k_, spraying the dining table and carpet with gobs of spunk. Both men came again and again, James seemingly filling the postmans arse with spunk, shooting time after time, and the postman soaking the carpet and dining table with spurt after spurt of creamy spunk. After a considerable time both men were spent. They remained in position for a moment, sweating and breathing heavily.
After a little while James withdrew his _c_o_c_k_ from the postmans battered arse slowly and then asked him – "How many other gardens have you trampled on? Perhaps I should have a chat with my neighbours" The postman said nothing – he was too concerned over what may be done to him next.