Austin


by Barespanker <Barespankr@aol.com>

This is a true story of an event that occurred when I was an 18 year old freshman in college in rural Washington State. I had been enamored for some time with a younger friend I had met the summer before while working at a youth camp. He was a counselor in training and I was employed as a cook at the camp. Austin could only be described as a young Adonis. He had straight dark hair, sometimes in bangs, and a gorgeous boyish face. He was tall and slender, yet slightly muscular, and his skin was absolutely flawless. He was easily male model material. I saw him a great deal that summer in only shorts and fell head over heals in lust with this 15-year-old smooth body. We became close friends and he looked up to me because of the time I spent with him cruising around in my car. I even took him flying on several occasions.

When I started school in the fall, I still spent a great deal of time with Austin and his family as they lived only a few hours drive away. I longed to spend time with my buddy and he seemed to enjoy having me down there as much I could. He sometimes came up to the college with friends to go to concerts and those weekends were incredible. I was spending about every other weekend at his house during that first semester. My parents had moved to California and Austin"s family kind of adopted me as their older son. I don"t know how transparent my obsession with their son was, but they saw me as a good influence on him and welcomed my company. I usually spent the weekends sleeping in Austin"s room and really enjoyed that special time at night where he would strip down to his briefs before climbing into bed. There were some occasional hugs between us, but I had to keep my _s_e_x_ual desire for him in check, as hard as that was to do.

On my 4th or 5th weekend down there, Austin"s mother informed me shortly after I arrived that Austin would not be able to go out that weekend as he was in trouble. This was met by great protests from my buddy and pleading to his mother to let him go out and continue the grounding after I left town. She was adamant and was clearly pissed at him for getting in trouble at school once again. The three of us were alone in the house as this discussion of his misbehavior took place. I was hoping she would relent because going out with Austin and his friends on the weekend was always fun and we would end up getting high and drinking some too. He had been looking forward to it all week. Austin did all the bargaining he knew how to do as I remained quiet and watched the discussion between him and his mom. Sally seemed to have her mind set and had a firmness about her that was non-negotiable. She was a tall, dark-haired woman with her hair drawn up into a tight bun.

Austin was continuing to argue and plead, acting more like a petulant child of 12 than a boy in his mid teens. Then he finally came up with another plea.

"Come on, Mom. Can"t you punish me some other way so that I can go out this weekend? It"s not fair to Marc for him to come down here all this way just to be grounded with me."

I thought to myself what a great argument. He knew that his mom liked me and didn"t want to disappoint me. She seemed to think for a while on this and then came back with what would be a statement that both shocked and tremendously excited me.

"I suppose we could treat this in the same way that Mr. Banter treats his children when they act up. He told me today that he still paddles them, even though they are older."

Mr. Banter was the Jr. High principal and Sally"s boss. It seems they had a discussion on acceptable forms of discipline.

My heart started beating wildly and I got an instant erection. The thought of my teenage Adonis getting paddled by his mom at age 15 was hugely exciting. If there is one subject in the world that turned me on like no others, it was spanking! I had been excited about it from age 13 and constantly thought about it. You could see that Austin was somewhat shocked but considering it after her statement. It seemed to be his only alternative to staying home for the weekend.

"Come on, Mom! I"m sure! I am way too old for that!"

Sally seemed surer about herself as she went on. "Well, that is the choice you have, mister, unless you want to sit home all weekend. We can, however, just wait until your father gets home and discuss the matter with him"

I simply could not believe how this discussion was turning! It was about 3:30 Friday afternoon. Austin"s father was a big man, a construction worker, who I learned later had administered more than one very serious spanking to Austin as he was growing up. Even though his last whipping had been more than a year ago, it was something that Austin knew could certainly happen again. His dad was no-nonsense and when he did spank, there was no holding back. It was his thick leather belt on Austin"s bare butt.

"Okay," Austin reluctantly agreed. "But the pants aren"t coming down!"

"Oh yes!" answered Sally, "With your pants down!"

"Ma-ahhhh-mmmm! Come on! I'm too old for you to see me like that!" Austin pleaded.

I thought I was hard before. Now my boner was threatening to burst through my 501s. I began to see Sally rethink her position as she considered the appropriateness of seeing her _s_e_x_ually mature son. I could not help but interject something to keep this predicament going.

"Oh, come on, buddy. So you get a spanking. At least we don"t have to stay home all weekend! I used to get them all the time. They made me feel better. And it sounds like you need a good one anyway. Just take it and get it over with."

He looked at me more resolved to go forward with the punishment. Then he said, "But she wants to do it bare!"

"I know. That is the way I always got them." I stated. "It"s the only way it will hurt enough at your age to do any good."

Sally sat back and watched the exchange between the two of us. I think she was impressed at my encouragement of Austin to face the music for his actions. You could tell she was in a quandary. She knew that Austin should be punished thoroughly, but was not sure that she should be the one to do so, especially on the bare. And she wasn"t sure how her husband would react if she left it to him either. More than likely he would enforce the weekend grounding instead of a whipping. She came to a conclusion.

"Marc, how were you punished when you misbehaved?" She asked.

"I got spanked, Maam, with a thick wooden drafting ruler on my bare bottom." I looked down and blushed slightly as I said it.

Austin was shifting nervously from foot to foot watching and listening to me discussing the topic of punishment and spanking with his mother. Sally shook her head up and down in agreement with my answer. I think she could tell that the subject interested me as I was not afraid to talk about the embarrassing details with her. She could also tell very clearly that I was a firm believer in it, and it obviously had worked on me.

I was very excited as the topic continued. "In fact," I said looking up at her sheepishly, "I have it with me. I brought it to school to help with the drawing class I"m taking. You can"t buy them like that any more."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, Maam, it is not long and thin like the typical 18" ruler. This one is much thicker and twice as wide, but only 15" long. It"s heavy too. I have it in the car if you want to see it." I said, thanking good fortune that it was in my book bag I had brought with me.

"Yes, I would like to see that, Marc." She grinned slightly. "Would you mind bringing it in?"

"Not at all, Maam." I grinned back as I turned to go get it. There was definitely a plan in the back of both of our minds. I hoped hers was the same as mine. Austin just stood there a little perplexed, not sure what to say.

They were still silent and in the same position I had left them when I returned a few minutes later. Austin was standing by the couch, looking glum, and his mother was seated properly in the chair nearby. Both watched my arrival from the side kitchen door as I entered with the drafting ruler in my right hand. I was holding it purposely as I glanced at Austin with a slight grimace as if to say, "Sorry, buddy."

I handed the hefty ruler to Sally and stood back next to Austin. She took the ruler and measured its substantial weight while slowly tapping her other open palm with it. You could tell she was taken with it.

"This is what you got spanked with when you were older?" She asked looking at me. "It seems like it would be very effective."

"Yes, Maam." I answered, feeling once again like a frightened boy about to be spanked again. "It never failed to make me cry." I added.

This is it. It is now or never. What will she say" My heart started thumping again as she looked at me and started to speak.

"I think Austin needs to be spanked, exactly the same way you got it. He has been in trouble at school, mouthing off at home, refusing to do his chores, and in general being a brat." She paused before continuing. "But I also feel that he is right, and that I should not be the one to see him bare. If I leave this to you, Marc, will you punish him the same way you got it?"

Oh man!! This cannot be happening! Nothing in my wildest dreams could surpass what was about to occur. I relished the thought of spanking Austin!

"Yes, I will, Maam." I said, trying not to look to excited. Then I glanced at my buddy, and added, "That is, if it is alright with Austin."

He looked shocked. First, he was facing a punishment spanking and now it was going to be from his best friend. He thought about it and considered the choices, and then just nodded his head up and down.

His mom looked at him and spoke directly and curtly to him. "You understand that I am going to allow Marc to do this because I trust him to do it right. You won"t get off easy and I want him to make sure that you are crying hard before he stops. You have earned yourself a very serious punishment and you are going to get one, the same way he used to get it. If he doesn"t do a good job of it or if you refuse to obey everything he tells you to do, you are still grounded and I will also inform your father tonight."

She was glancing back and forth at us as she talked. Hell, I was even scared as I watched her hold that paddle and lecture her son on the spanking he was about to receive. And I was the one who was going to give it. The bulge in my jeans had to be noticeable.

"Now get downstairs to your bedroom and wait!" She pointed to the stairs with the ruler and Austin slowly turned and headed in that direction. He was no longer a _c_o_c_k_y teenager, but was unsure what was about to happen. As soon as he had descended the stairs and she heard his bedroom door shut, she addressed me.

"Are you okay with this?" She asked me, much more softly than she had been speaking. She stood and handed me the ruler.

"Sure, Maam" I smiled trying to look as if it was no big deal. In reality, the pounding in my chest had to be visible through the t-shirt I was wearing. "I can give it to him good, just like I got it. He is not going to like it much though. But I guess he needs it just like I did when I was younger."

"I don"t want him to like it, Marc. I want it to hurt and hurt bad. Maybe this is the last one he will ever have to get."

"Yes, Maam. I promise that I will do it good and proper."

"Okay then, Marc. Don"t let me down. I want to hear him bawling and I will be taking a look at his buttocks afterwards. It better be crimson if you know what is good for you!" She threatened, aware of how friends sometimes cover for friends.

A jolt of excitement ran through me as I comprehended her veiled threat. I simply nodded my head in understanding. She nodded in the direction of the stairs and sat back down and picked up a magazine. I turned and left to do my duty.

"Man! This is incredible!" I thought as I slowly proceeded down the stairs to this Greek God"s bedroom. He was in there waiting for me, as if I was his father, to be disciplined in a manner more suited to a boy of 12 or 13. I knew how I wanted to do it. I wanted to make the most of this opportunity but I also did not want to do it in a way that he would hate me afterwards. It had to be done right. I opened the door and entered his bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of his double bed and looked up at me as I entered and closed the door behind me.

"Hey, Killer." I said, using my favorite nickname for my teenage heartthrob.

"Oh, man. She is pissed! I have never seen her like this." He stated, and looked at me standing there holding that ruler. "You really gonna use that thing on me?" He asked, gesturing to the paddle.

"Got to, bro. Sorry. I have no choice. She even threatened to use it on me if I don"t do it hard enough. She has to hear you cry too." I said solemnly.

Austin nodded his head, and then looking up at me with a smile said, "Hey, we can just go through the motions and you can smack this book here real good and I will pretend to bawl my eyes out?"

I shook my head no, and explained. "She is going to check out your butt afterwards too. It"s got to be the real thing. I don"t want to take any chances with your mom. Besides, bro, you have this coming and you know it. Just be glad it"s gonna be me doing it and not your mom. That would be embarrassing!

"I know." Austin grinned nervously. "Just thought I would check."

"Austin, I have to do this the exact same way I used to get it. It hurts bad and it"s gonna make you cry. But I promise you will feel better afterwards." I explained timidly.

"Hell, I know it will hurt, dude. Just do it and get it over with and then we can go hang out and have a good time. I"m not going to hold it against you, I promise. And you"re right, I do need it. Been needin" it for a long time." He smiled, relaying his full permission for me to punish him, and stood up

"Alright dude, you are going to get a spanking for all the _s_h_i_t_ you have been pulling!" I stated more forcefully and took a seat on the end of his bed.

Austin assumed his role of a chastened teenager and stood before me, no longer smiling. Some fear was starting to show through on his face and it excited me further.

"Get your pants off." I said directly, looking him in the eye.

He swallowed a little and then looked down and started manipulating the buttons to his cords. He would occasionally glance up at me but remained silent as he went through the motions of pulling his pants down to his knees.

"All the way off, Austin." My voice was becoming more direct and forceful as I slipped fully into my role as his disciplinarian.

He glanced at me, and but then accepted it and decided not to argue. He kicked his shoes off and slowly pulled the pants all the way off and tossed them toward his closet, revealing his shapely smooth thighs and calves covered only by barely visible soft down.

"And the shirt." I stated as he stood back up. He had a serious questioning look, but I nodded for him to continue. "Exactly like I used to get it! Remember""

He seemed resolved and stripped off his shirt quickly and threw it over to the pants. My beauty was standing before me only in his white Fruit of the Looms underpants and athletic socks. He was smooth and he was gorgeous. One look at his face spelled fear of the next command. I had seen him before in this state of undress as he had me. But the next step would be new territory. Territory that I had dreamed about for some time now.

"Take off your underpants, young man." I said, looking him in the eyes and slightly smiling. "All the way off", as I picked up the paddle and slapped my hand with it.

"Come on, Marc! Jesus! You don"t have to be so serious about it! Take my shorts off after I bend over." He pleaded.

"Underpants off, Austin. Right now! You need this and you are going to get it EXACTLY like I used to. Now, take them off!"

He blushed and turned away from me, pulling the underpants down in back just below his beautiful hairless butt.

"All the way down and step out of them." I insisted. He did and kept his back to me as I savored one of the views I had been longing to see. But now for the dream view.

"Turn around Austin." I almost whispered.

He did so, no longer seemingly concerned about his nakedness or the growing erection that was beginning to occur. His _c_o_c_k_ was breathtaking. At least 6" long, perfectly proportioned, and resting on a beautiful set of fully developed teenage balls. His pubic hair clearly contrasted with the light smooth skin of his navel and legs. It was almost sculpted, not the wild bush you see on some teenage boys, but short in length with a definite v-shape that accented his package perfectly. He was a God standing there in his naked glory. I looked up from his growing dick to his face. He was embarrassed and glanced back at me and then away. He must have felt my intense interest in his body. There was definitely _s_e_x_ual electricity in the air.

"Sometimes I get a woody when I get spanked," He said embarrassingly.

"Me too." I simply acknowledged, looking down at the obvious bulge in my pants.

"Okay, Austin. Bend over my lap here and put your head over the side of the bed." His dick was now pointed up at a 45 degree angle as I helped maneuver him into position. I spread his legs slightly apart and his dick fell in between my legs. I rested one hand on his smooth bare buttocks and the other on the teenage Adonis"s back. He was in the perfect spanking position and he and I both knew it. He started to get a little more concerned now as I shifted him around slightly and he felt the seriousness of my demeanor. This was perfect, and I was in heaven.

"Please, Marc, not too hard." He looked back and pleaded to me as he felt my readiness to begin the spanking.

"Sorry, bud. You know it has to be hard. And you know the reason why. Now you need this, Austin, and I don"t want to hear any more bull_s_h_i_t_!" I said firmly.

"Okay. You"re right. _s_h_i_t_ dude, take it easy though." He grimaced as my hand went high above my head to deliver the first swat.

SMACK! I did it hard and it landed perfectly, cupping his right lower cheek.

"Ow!"

I did not wait for more talk but began the spanking I promised his mother to deliver.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Austin began to move around a bit more as the spanking progressed. He was gritting his teeth and letting out some slight grunts, but the loud smacks reverberated through his cedar-lined room.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His bare buttocks were starting to turn a dark red as one hand print was covered by the next. His squirming started in earnest now. I was spanking him hard.

"Ow! Please Marc. That"s enough." Austin pleaded as his legs kicked around and spread back and forth.

His head was shooting up occasionally as he was definitely beginning to feel the punishment. The spanking was loud and I was pretty sure Sally could hear the swats upstairs. For all I knew, she was standing right outside his door.

"We aren"t even close to being done, young man!" I lectured. "You have a good spanking coming and you are getting one!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Please! Ow!" Austin pleaded, the pitch of his voice increasing.

I stopped the spanking. My hand was seriously stinging. I had been spanking him with all the force I could muster. His butt was a dark red and very hot to the touch. He was not crying, but had been yelling a little at the last.

"Austin, I want you to think about your behavior and why you need this." I lectured. "You have gotten in trouble at school and been a _s_h_i_t_ to your parents! I"m going to spank you so hard that you will never do that again, boy, I promise you that!" I picked up the paddle.

Austin looked back to see the paddle in my hand and pleaded for real, "Please Marc, no. I have learned. You don"t need to do any more. I promise that I will be better!" He was not acting now. He was a frightened teenager.

I rested the heavy ruler on his red bare fanny. "I know bro, but you need this. I promised your mom that I would give it to you good. Now you are going to find out what a real spanking is all about!" I adjusted him forward and wrapped my arm around his waist to hold him down.

WHACK! I applied the ruler with force on the fleshiest part of his buttocks.

"OW!! _s_h_i_t_!! OW!" His head shot up as the deep sting of the paddle registered. This was no game now, and his hard-on was long gone.

WHACK! Another one, slightly lower, again applied with substantial force and leaving a visible imprint on the squirming naked buttocks.

He jumped around and shouted, but kept his bottom in relative position, having been warned about the consequences of interference.

WHACK! WHACK!

Two good hard swats had him reeling from the pain and seriously pleading now. "Please Marc! Please stop! I swear I will be good. That"s enough. Please!" His pitch was now sounding more like a twelve year old.

I sat back and started to methodically spank him with the paddle. One good hard swat, followed about 5 seconds later by another. This was the way I got it as a teen. I ignored his violent protests and waited for his butt to be in position before delivering the next hard swat!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

He would lift his whole naked body up from mine trying to get away from the sting of the heavy ruler. Sometimes he would suddenly lurch forward and my hand wrapped around his midsection would make contact with his dick as he would lie back down on my open palm. His legs kicked violently but he still stayed pretty much over my lap.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Oh, pul-eeesssee, Marc. Please Stop!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I showed no signs of letting up regardless of his ministrations. I spanked methodically every inch of his squirming nude buns and concentrated several hard spanks to the lowest part of the fanny where it meets the thighs.

He was sweating profusely and yelling and carrying on about being a good boy, and then I heard the break in his voice. "_s_h_i_t_"he almost screeched. OW OW OW OW OW"

I felt the shuttering start as be burst into loud tears.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Austin started to bawl out loud and hard. He was no longer kicking as much but he was broken and accepted the paddling. He cried and he cried hard. It had to be audible all through the house.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I paddled him a good 8 to 10 more times and then stopped. He continued to cry over my lap and promised he would be good. I soothingly stroked his back and assured him that he would be okay and he took it well. Eventually, he got off my lap and was on his knees laying half over me and still sobbing. I grabbed him and hugged him to me as he sobbed into my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. Soon, he was no longer sobbing but had tears streaks down his gorgeous face.

I grinned and asked him how he liked one of my spankings. He said it was the hardest one he ever got, but he did feel better now. We looked at his welted butt in the mirror and he was impressed. He also started to get the erection back as I stroked his butt and told him how good of a spanking it was. I knew that this would go further, but not now. I told him we now had to go show his mom his butt and it was all over and we could go have a good time. He got dressed and went upstairs, eyes still red and hair disheveled.

She called us into the bedroom and asked to see his butt. Austin gingerly pulled the back of his pants down and showed his mom my handiwork. She was duly impressed and said she was sure that he was punished. She asked him if he had learned anything about his misbehavior. To my surprise, he hiccupped, and with a bit of a sob said, "I"m sorry Mom, I acted like that. I won"t do it again." She hugged him while he started sobbing softly again, and then as quickly as it began, it ended and he recovered his composure.

"Wow, Marc! I am impressed. I think you did a world of good for your friend today. I will have to keep this in mind for the future. You guys are free to go have a good time this weekend. This incident is closed."

Austin and I quickly went back to best buddy role, even though the subject did come up occasionally over the next several hours. As we were getting ready for bed that night in his room, he grimaced when he sat down to pull off his pants. I smiled.

"That spanking today was HOT, dude!" He looked at me, the bulge in his briefs growing noticeably. "I think you got off on making me get naked and spanking me, though." He said as he looked at me.

"What makes you think that, young man"" I grinned as I slipped out of my pants to reveal a substantial bulge in my briefs as well. He simply looked at my basket and smiled as I looked at his. "You want me to rub your butt with some lotion, bro?" I asked.

"_f_u_c_k_ yeah!" He said as he bolted down to his bathroom to get the cream.

Not twenty seconds later, he was taking off his briefs in front of me again to reveal his beautiful hard-on. He laid face down on his bed with his legs spread and presented his dark red buttocks to me. Looking back at me, he said, "Take yours off, too." Suffice to say he enjoyed the after affects of a good spanking more than the event. We both did.


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