Chris woke up at eight a. m., blearily steadying himself to tackle another day of college. Then he remembered. It was Saturday, it was Joshs turn to clean the weeks pile of dishes this week, and he had nothing urgent until three p. m. when he had to start baking the cakes for Anns football party. With those satisfying realizations he snuggled back into his bed to sleep another couple of hours.
Josh tried blearily to ignore the sun through his window. Then he remembered it wasn't a school day. All sleepiness vanished and he bounced out of bed. He tossed on yesterdays clothes, and threw himself in front of the television. He felt weirdly listless. He needed empty calories for his mind.
Chris and Josh had been roommates for about three months now. Three years ago they met at the campus gay-straight alliance and became best friends almost overnight. Dark-haired, serious about school, with an easy smile, Chris was 22 years old. He had a year to go for his computer science degree but he didnt mind putting in the extra time to get his degree just the way he wanted it. Josh was a business major. He was built like a gymnast with a blond-dyed crop of hair and used to using his looks to get away with everything. It drove him nuts that he had two months left before he turned 21 and could buy alcohol on his own. Chris had been reluctant to room with Josh at first; he knew how irresponsible his best friend could be. Before moving in, he convinced Josh there should be penalties for acting like an irresponsible brat---and they had settled on spankings! So far Chris had been penalized only twice. Josh had been penalized seven times!
Chris pulled himself out of bed at eleven a. m. On his way to the bathroom he spotted Josh half-watching a re-run. Behind him the kitchen looked untouched, and it was even a worse mess than usual. He knocked his roommate on the head playfully. "Dont forget the kitchen, dude. Theres not a clean dish anywhere---we dont want to disappoint Ann."
Josh heard the buzzing of a human voice interrupting his concentration on his absolutely nothing, then a pause. He inserted "yeah" to encourage the buzzing to go away.
Chris shrugged and headed for the shower.
When Chris came out Josh was still facing the television and the kitchen was still a mess. "I know its your turn to clean the kitchen, but its a mess. Want me to help?"
Josh flipped channels.
Chris grabbed Joshs shoulder and shook it. "Josh!"
Josh ignored Chris. Then suddenly he smiled wildly, grabbed Chris, gave him a clownish kiss on the cheek and said "Hey, bud!" Then he returned back to the television.
"The kitchen? Remember?"
"yeah yeah"
"Josh?" Chris stood between Josh and television. "Josh, whats bugging you?"
Josh shrugged with a lovable grin. "Nothing." Chris waited. Josh waited. Chris waited longer. Josh sighed. "I got Dr. Ryeman to give me an extension on that paper. I looked cute and sad and he gave it to me. Then I got Dr. Tristam to let me re-take that test I failed. Just like that." He slumped. "I dont know why I bother doing anything right the first time, Chris. Everybody gives me second chances as long as I can play cute for them."
"Im sorry." Chris didnt know what else to say.
"Dont worry. Im good at being cute for people."
Chris hated seeing Josh like this. "Hey, you want some help with the kitchen? I know its your turn, but I can help." Chris noticed Josh looked hurt from his offer. A part of him knew he should understand why but he didnt. "If you want any help, get it now, cause Im taking off for a couple of hours soon."
"yeah take off dont worry I can handle it"
Chris nodded and left Josh to the television set.
At fifteen minutes to three p. m. Chris returned to the apartment with bags of groceries in his arms. "Hey, dude!" he called out to Josh. He headed for the kitchen.
"yeah uh huh"
"JOSH!"
Josh jumped up and ran over to the kitchen. "You all right, man?" he asked in a panic.
Chris stared at the kitchen. It was just as bad a mess as when hed left three hours earlier. Not a clean dish anywhere. Josh was staring at him, oblivious to the mess.
Chris slumped against the wall. "There is NO way we can clean this up in time for me to fix anything for Anns football party!" He looked depressed. "She will never let me live it down. She thinks no man can cook, not even a gay man."
"Its gonna be okay, man," said Josh. He put a hand on Chriss shoulder. "Tell you what. I just got paid; well buy some cakes at the bakery. Ann wont care enough to notice." He grinned. "Problem solved!"
Chris straightened up with a sigh. "Yeah, problem solved." He nodded. "I wont even have to do any cooking." He looked over at Josh with eyes narrowed. "And I know what I can do with the free hours." He put his arm around Josh and squeezed him tight. "Dude, you promised you would get the kitchen clean in time, and this is the third time youve forgotten it." His arm around Joshs waist he began to guide Josh out of the kitchen into the living room. Lips pursed, nodding, he looked like a man on a mission now. "Yeah, Im going to use my free time to spank you!"
Josh froze. "Come on, man. Im buying you the cakes. Its all fixed."
"No, its not. You still didnt clean the kitchen."
Josh laughed hoping Chris would laugh with him. He tried looking cute. "You dont need to spank me. Not this time. You really dont."
Chris continued leading him into the living room and to the sofa. "Youre right," he said with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Maybe I dont need to spank you." He sat down on the sofa. "But I want to. Youre getting spanked anyway."
Josh continued to protest although he didnt move away. "Man, you really dont need to spank me." Chris nodded to show Josh he was listening to him, and he reached up and unbuckled Joshs belt. "Theres no need at all to spank me this time." Chris continued to nod, and he pulled down Joshs pants, exposing his form-fitting plaid boxers. "I mean, why take the time to spank me? Ill go clean the kitchen right now, okay, so its not dirty when we get back, okay?" Chris nodded more and pulled Josh down across his knees. "Come on, man, Come on, I mean, you spanked me just last week when I forgot the telephone bill, I mean, theres really no need to spank me, and Id really appreciate it if you, you know, didnt spank me this time. Okay?"
"Actually I let you get away with forgetting the phone bill, remember?" Chris had used Joshs speech as a chance to shift Joshs backside around on his lap for good targetting. "Josh, I have to admit it: Im impressed. Here you are across my lap with your pants down, and you honestly expect to talk your way out of it." He rested his hand on Joshs smooth bubble bottom for a moment. "But, dude, you are getting spanked!"
With that Chris brought his hand down sternly across Joshs ass!
Chris immediately launched into a serious spanking, with his swats slowly covering every part of the bottom laid across his lap. He loved Josh. He did. But he also knew his best friend was lazy and irresponsible, and he'd long ago resigned himself to the idea that the next best thing to a responsible roommate was a spankable one. He felt a sense of satisfaction in giving Josh exactly the punishment he deserved, with knowing full well that Josh would have talked anyone else out of it. This was a boy who definitely could use a number of good spankings! Joshs guilt set Chris free to enjoy spanking that handsome bottom of his. He enjoyed the feel of each asscheek against his hand. He enjoyed watching Josh's bottom bounce and waiting for Josh to give in to the need to squirm across his lap. He was going to give Josh a long spanking. He was going to give Josh an unrelenting spanking. And he was going to enjoy every moment of it as he smacked away at the firm ass that squirmed and writhed but obediently remained across his lap.
Besides, Josh had never held back both times Chris had earned a spanking.
Josh gritted his teeth and accepted his fate. When Chris was in a mood like this there was no getting out of it. He just lay there, trying to forget that here he was, almost old enough to buy beer, and he was laying across his best friends lap taking spank after spank to his ass! He tried to breath in to ignore the increasing heat in his butt, but that didnt work. He tried to laugh at the spanking but that only egged Chris on to spank harder. He would not give Chris the satisfaction of seeing him squirm, he would not, he would not, he would not! And as he closed his eyes to concentrate on not squirming, he could feel his ass squirming. He realized with a sinking feeling that Chris intended this to be a long spanking and he would be draped across this mans lap for quite a while.
Now each swat to his burning bottom seemed inevitable and inescapable. It only annoyed him even more that he knew, deep inside, that he needed to have someone like Chris in his life. He needed someone who would be there for him so much that hed spank him instead of letting him talk his way out of it the way everyone else did.
Chris continued to smack away at Joshs obedient ass. There was a certain rightness to Joshs submission to his punishment. There was a certain rightness to Chriss insistence of carrying out the punishment in full. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
Josh immediately froze across Chriss lap.
"Josh," said Chris, shaking out his hand, "I need to switch hands. Get up and lay across my lap the other way."
And, obediently, Josh slowly raised himself off Chriss lap, eyes downward, and switched sides so that Chris could now use his other hand to spank him.
"Thanks, dude," said Chris gratefully. Then he yanked down Joshs boxers, exposing a reddening ass to the cool air while Josh yelped. With a fresh hand he began spanking Josh bare bottom!
Josh suddenly accepted wholeheartedly the spanking. He accepted Chriss right to give him this spanking. He accepted becoming a chastened little boy across his best friends lap. His ass-cheeks twitched and quivered, and he bounced his bottom around on Chriss lap. He pounded his fists against the floor in pain. He let himself start to cry and the tears were like a sudden release. He felt free. He realized that he had ignored the kitchen to get this spanking. He wanted it. He needed it. And he wanted Chris to be the one to give it to him.
Chris could feel the change in Josh. It scared him a little but he knew he needed to go with it. Joshs legs scissored up and down but he never tried to leave Chriss lap. Chris spanked away, not daring to stop halfway through. When Josh began to cry, he slowed down his spanking to make sure that each swat counted. He smacked hard first one cheek, paused, spanked the other, paused, and with each swat Josh shook across his lap. Chris found himself crying in harmony with Josh. But he didnt stop spanking him.
Joshs ass was bright red now and each swat was leaving a snow white handprint in the red. Chris needed to stop the spanking soon or he might do serious damage to his friend. Using the sternest voice he could manage, he thundered at Josh after one really hard swat, "Are you going to be more responsible from now on?" Josh nodded. Chris swatted him hard. "Are you going to remember your chores?" Josh let out a tearful agreement. Chris swatted him hard again. "Are you ready for the punishment to stop?" There was a pause.
"No," said Josh in a very small voice.
Chris then smacked him rapid-fire with the hardest swats he had ever given, and Josh suddenly cried out, "Okay! Stop! Please! Im sorry!"
Chris stopped. He tenderly lifted Josh up and hugged him. They were both crying.
"I needed that."
"I know."
"Guess what?" Josh asked tearily. "Thank you."
Chris grinned back. "I love you, you dork."
"Guess what?" Josh grinned through his tears. "Im gonna remember this the next time YOU need a spanking!"
They both laughed.
"Come on," said Chris, "Ill help you clean the kitchen." Josh froze, and he looked like a scared little boy. "Not because youre cute, Josh. Because youre my friend."
Joshs eyes searched Chris's eyes. Then he smiled and hugged him again.
"Thanks." And they went to work on the kitchen.