Tim was behaving badly.
He was simply not working out as a roommate. Most of the issues involved basic house-keeping. He expected us to be his maids and constantly left dirty dishes and pots and pans wherever they were used. At one point, he even slid a dirty dish under a couch after he was done with it. It stayed there until Chris or I retrieved it.
Chris and I were both at our wits end. We discussed this problem after work one evening after discovering another one of his messes. Tim had not yet arrived home. We thought of kicking him out but decided that we should give him another chance. Chris thought that we should issue some kind of consequence for each infraction to 'whip his ass in shape.'
I suggested that since he was behaving like a little kid, he should be disciplined like one. Chris liked the suggestion and said that that was it. We'd spank him whenever he misbehaved. We decided that there would be no warning. This was effective immediately with this latest infraction. If he didn't like it, he could pack his bags and move out.
We waited for Tim to arrive home. Chris and I opened a couple of beers and sat in the living room in an odd state of anticipation. "Should we talk through how we're going to spank him?" I asked.
"I think we should discuss parameters with Tim. Do some consensus building." Chris suggested.
Within a few minutes a key was turning the lock and Tim was stepping into the living room.
"Tim, we need to talk." Chris began. Tim set his knapsack aside and sat with us in the living room. Chris carefully outlined the problem and the proposed solution. To our surprise, Tim pled guilty and admitted to being a spoiled brat. He agreed to the discipline proposal more quickly than either of us imagined. He even suggested that his past roommate troubles before he moved in with us would have gone much better if something like this was in place.
Tim did have one condition: this new rule was to be applied equally to all three of us without exception. All household infractions would be handled through this means.
It seemed fair. Chris and I agreed both thinking that our only issues were with Tim, not Tim with either or both of us. We sketched out some basic rules. Decisions needed to be made by two roommates in agreement against the third. Both roommates would participate in administering the spanking to the third. Each spanking could would be different depending on the timing, players and circumstances. The only limitations were that there could be no permanent markings or severe bruising. We agreed that definitions around this would evolve with time. Spankings could be administered in the presence of our regular male houseguests but those guests had no voting privileges. Those guests could participate in administering a spanking if an infraction involved them. No spankings would be administered while any of us had female guests present or expected within the next few hours. These spankings were not be discussed outside of our group. We would all endeavor to be discrete and respect each other's privacy by not discussing these with others. Violating this principle would be ground for discipline.
We all shook hands and agreed.
Then Chris said that the rule was effective retroactively to that morning and Tim was going to be spanked for this latest mess that lead to this entire discussion. He protested at first and insisted this wasn't fair. Chris was firm and said that it wasn't fair that this whole processes was necessary because of Tim's behavior. It was all or nothing. Tim finally relented.
"Go to your room. Get undressed to your briefs. Meet us in my room." Chris said. He seemed to have this all planned out.
Tim seemed to hesitate for a few moments. I wondered if he realized when he agreed that this was going to be a bare ass event.
Head down, Tim headed into his room. I followed Chris to his room. He went to his closet and rummaged for a few moments and found his an old fraternity paddle. "We'll take turns he said. First me, bare hand, then you bare hand. Then we'll bare his butt. Then me, bare hand on bare butt, then you. Then we'll take turns with the paddle until his ass is nice and red."
"Okay." I said. He held my gaze. "I'm feeling pretty turned on by this? Aren't you?"
He smiled. "Oh, yeah. That's normal. Just relax and let things play out." He adjusted the large bulge in his shorts. I found myself doing the same.
A few moments later Tim stepped into the room. He was only wearing a pair of snug white briefs. I didn't recall seeing him this undressed in the short time he lived with us. He was very slim. He briefs looked very full, I wondered if he was a little aroused or simply well hung.
Chris pulled off his t shirt and sat on the bed. He was getting right down to business. "Let's go, over my lap." Tim wordlessly stepped over to Chris and positioned himself across his lap as if it was something he had done many times before.
Chris began squeezing and slapping Tim's brief clad ass. This continued for several minutes before Chris began delivering a firm hard spanking to Tim's behind. He hit him five, ten, fifteen times or more. Tim took the early blows easily but began resisting as the blows continued.
"Switch. Get up." Tim struggled to his feet. Chris stood and said simply "You're turn. I softened him up for you." I pulled off my t shirt and settled into the same spot on the bed as Chris. "Let's go." Tim seemed more hesitant this time as he positioned himself over my lap. I skipped any pretense of a warm up and began slapping his butt and upper thighs immediately. My blows seemed to become harder with each swing. Tim began getting verbal, protesting as some of the blows landed. I lost count but was sure that I had delivered my share when I asked him to stand again.
"That it?" He asked.
"Oh, we're just beginning." Chris said ominously. Chris and I swapped spots again. "First round was on your 'tightie whities.' Next round is on the bare." Without warning, Chris reached for Tim's briefs and quickly yanked them to the floor. "Go ahead and step out of those."
Tim didn't protest and it didn't seem to bother him that he was suddenly naked in front of his two roommates. His _c_o_c_k_ was soft and rested between large plump balls. His pubes were darker than his blond head and neatly trimmed. Chris tugged him back over his lap. He had a nice compact ass that was just beginning to show red splotches from the abuse it was getting. Chris slapped Tim's ass hard, spacing his blows at uneven intervals but covering every spot of his ass and upper thighs.
"Switch." Tim stood and felt his behind. His _c_o_c_k_ seemed to have shrunk. As Chris and I moved to trade places he stopped me as we stood together. He looked down at the bulges that swelled both of our shorts. "I can't think of a single good reason for keeping our hard _c_o_c_k_s in our tight underwear for the rest of this. Can you?"
I shook my head no. "I suppose not." We held each other's gaze as we both slid our shorts and underwear down and off. We exchanged quick looks at each other's hard _c_o_c_k_s as they pulsed and jutted in their new found freedom. Chris softly stroked his large _c_o_c_k_ as he prodded me to get back to the business of spanking Tim.
Tim seemed a little unsettled by the strong _s_e_x_ual overtones that were developing. He looked at Chris then looked at me. It almost seemed that he wanted to say something but thought it best not too. I settled back onto the bed. Tim hesitated before getting back over my lap. He finally got into position. I could feel the head of my _c_o_c_k_ brushing his lower belly.
Now that I had a naked butt to work with I changed the pace a little bit. I smoothed my palm over Tim's ass and upper thighs. I moved his thighs as far as I could, resting one leg straight down the bed as I guided the other to the floor. I took advantage of the full view of his balls and puckered brown hole. I kneaded and slapped each of his cheeks. I looked up and saw that Chris was watching intently as he continued to casually stroke his large _c_o_c_k_.
For the first time Tim seemed to relax across my lap. I thought I could feel his _c_o_c_k_ stirring. I moved my hand into the forbidden territory between his legs and felt his balls. I brushed my hand intentionally across his _c_o_c_k_ and confirmed my suspicion. I grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ and stroked it as it quickly swelled to a full erection. He softly exhaled with a low "ooh" and "mmm" before I let go. "He's starting to enjoy this." I said quietly. I rubbed his ass a bit longer then started.
I began spanking him again. Hard solid blows that raised red splotches with each strike. I worked his ass and upper thighs in a circular pattern, working no one area more than an other. I hit him enough, but not too much. I remembered that he still had his paddling coming. "Okay, get up." I said.
Tim stood and felt his ass with both hands. His _c_o_c_k_ had softened during the spanking but was still partially erect. I went and stood with Chris.
"I think we'll let you take a little breather. The next round is the last but it is the worst. Go ahead and get on your knees while you're waiting." Tim knelt on the old gold carpeting.
"Nice job with that round." Chris said. "You seemed to know what you were doing."
"Thanks," I said as his eyes bore into me. I didn't know how to tell him that this was a favorite fantasy topic of mine, but suspected he knew and shared the same.
We stood stroking our _c_o_c_k_s while taking in the intimacy of the moment. "You want some of that, don't you?" I felt myself flush and said nothing. "Later. We both know you want it."
"You probably want some too." Was the best I could muster as a reply. Chris smiled. "If that's the price, we can deal."
Chris picked up the paddle and stepped towards Tim. Tim had been fondling his _c_o_c_k_ and it had become fully erect again and pointed sharply towards the ceiling.
"The next step is the paddle." Chris slapped the paddle into the palm of his hand for effect. Chris stepped very close to Tim. His hard _c_o_c_k_ was nearly in Tim's face. Chris stroked his _c_o_c_k_ and oozed a large glob of pre-cum. He swabbed it over his glans and it glistened. "You can choose the paddle or something else. You know what that something else is, don't you?"
Tim's eyes widened. He nodded then shook his head 'no' very slowly.
"It's a one time offer." Chris slowly stroked his _c_o_c_k_ as Tim looked up at it mere inches away. "Once we start your paddling, we're finishing it."
"I'll take the paddling."
"Let's roll."
Chris sat back on the bed and tugged Tim over his lap. Chris palmed Tim's ass and helped him spread his legs as wide as he could. He reached between Tim's legs and pulled his _c_o_c_k_ out from under him. It seemed to strain against Chris's thigh. He began slapping Tim's ass in final preparation for the assault that was about to be unleashed.
I stroked my _c_o_c_k_ and enjoyed the moment. Chris placed the paddle against Tim's ass. I wasn't sure what to expect. He began to deliver firm targeted blows in a circular pattern similar to the way I had spanked Tim during the last round. He wasn't going for huge painful blows, he was instead using measured restraint and delivering a thorough and painful paddling to his ass. Tim began reacting to each blow and his reactions became more and more pronounced and verbal. "Back on your knees."
Tim eased himself off Chris's lap and knelt. He seemed on the verge of tears. He used both hands to feel his ass. His _c_o_c_k_ had softened but had retained its erect size. "I think fifteen or sixteen well-spaced blows each with the paddle each should be enough." Chris said. "Let him take a little breather then you can finish him off."
Chris stood and stepped towards me as he watched me slowly stroking myself. "I think this was a good idea."
"I don't know if Tim agrees with that." I said.
"I think it will be a long time before we have to clean up or pick up after him again. Plus, it's a great way to work out whatever problems we have as roommates."
"I think we're onto something and it certainly bringing us all closer together." I said simply.
"What do you think Tim?" Mike asked.
"I'm already looking forward to one of you being on the receiving end the next time we do this." He said.
"Whoa. _c_o_c_k_y reply given the circumstances. Nice." Chris said.
"Let's go." I settled back into the spanking spot. Tim stepped over to me in no rush to get back over my lap. I finally guided him over and set immediately to work. His ass was already quite red. He began reacting to each blow immediately first with minor grunts and then loader groans. I delivered my blows slowly and carefully. I steered clear from areas of his ass and thighs that seemed overly tender. He stifled his cries and seemed to jump a little with each stroke. I gave him all fifteen then told him it was over.
As he stood, Chris suggested that he go into his room and lie down. He quietly left the room and Chris closed the door behind him.
"We should have tried this months ago." Chris said.
"It's going to be like a little reward for us for putting up with his crap." I observed. There was a moment of silence. It was just the two of us naked and alone in Chris's room. Both of our _c_o_c_k_s seemed to grown longer and harder and we realized that our orgasms weren't far off.
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
Chris stepped over to me and immediately grabbed my _c_o_c_k_ and began stroking me.
"Go ahead and do me." He whispered.
We stroked each other for several moments. Then Chris broke apart and went and sat in the spanking spot. He looked at me and said simply. "Let's go. You know you want some." We both stroked our _c_o_c_k_s.
My deepest innermost and, until then, unexplored fantasies were out in the open. It was a tempting thought. It would have been so easy to say yes. I knew that it would be just a matter of time, days probably, before it would be my turn to be over his lap and Tim's. Better that he and I wait.
As the moment passed he spread his legs wide and leaned back on the bed. He motioned me to join him and we lay next to each other stroking each other, but mostly stroking ourselves. He came first, groaning loudly as he shot huge gushes of cum towards me. He milked himself dry and his hand was wet from the remnants of his cum. He reached between my legs and softly fondled my balls and explored the area behind my sack and towards my ass.
That did it for me. I shot suddenly and uncontrollably splattering my cum up my stomach and chest. Chris grabbed a towel from the floor and wiped himself down then tossed it at me and I wiped myself down. We rested briefly as we quietly watched each other's _c_o_c_k_s soften and shrink.
"We should see how Tim's doing." He said suddenly. We got up and I followed Chris down the short hall and into Tim's room. We didn't bother getting dressed.
Tim was lying on his stomach. "How you holdin' up? Chris asked.
"I'm ok."
"Rest a bit. Blow a load. You'll feel better." Chris advised. "We'll see you when you're ready."