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"YEOOOOWWWWWCH!!!!!!!!!" I cried out involuntarily when Dans first, mighty swing of the wooden paddle flattened both my butt cheeks with red hot stinging force. "Oh my _f_u_c_k_in GOD!" I screamed. What kind of nightmare had I stumbled into?
"Oh, yeah!" laughed Dan, back down off his pompous podium already, thank god, and making no attempt to disguise his delight over spanking my ass.. "I figured you for a screamer, Al. Id better turn on the THREE STOOGES up loud on the TV, cause youve got forty-nine smacks on your big fat rear to go before your first break!"
Forty-NINE? Until my FIRST break?????? "Please. Please. No. Listen, Dan" I pleaded as I watched the blank TV screen spring open into a black and white image of Moe smacking Larry and Curly around. "I apologize, I appoligize for having the nerve to ever come over here and .."
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Nyuck nyuck nyuck!" laughed the shaved-headed Curly from the TV.
"Oh, DADDY _f_u_c_k_ing HELP ME, Oh, Jesus, it _f_u_c_k_ing HURTS!!!" I cried, as my previously hard _c_o_c_k_ shriveled to wet noodle consistency from the pain and my terrified balls shot back up their prepubescent sockets to escape Dans wrath.
SSSSSSSMMMMMAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! Went the sound of the wood projectile wielded by Dans wiry-muscled arms smack into my poor, burning bottom.
"OWWWCHH!!! DAN, NO!" I screamed as Moe conked Larry on the head with a clenched fist, emitting a wooden sound.
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Like a hive full of angry bees all stinging my poor, jiggling, defenseless bare bubble butt at the same time like in those cartoons I used to laugh at as a kid!
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"UNCLE! UNCLE! I GIVE UP!" I cried, confusing myself with my memories of old cartoons and the violence of the three stooges and suddenly spitting out pleas in strange language that suited them until the next swat of Dans paddle on my ass cut me short and knocked my breath away..
"I SURRENDERRRRRRrrrrrrreeeeeeeeooOWWWWWWW!!!!!!
"Too late Pal. Take your medicine, you commie slacker!" laughed Dan, camping it up more and more with each ridiculously elaborate wind up for his vicious swings. Of all the fragmented memories of this intial break in phase of my punishment, I think I remember most seeing how hard and erect his little pink tits got as he so thoroughly enjoyed himself.
SSSSSSSMMMMMAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! Went the hard wood again on my smarting ass cheeks
"YEEEOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWCHHHHH!" I howled, more like a kicked dog than a grown man.
"Does that HURT?" mocked Dan .
"Yes, Oh god, stop it PLEAAAASE stop it" I moaned.
"Okay. Ill stop for a while.........after 44 more....." He chuckled, bared his teeth and paddled my ass the hardest yet
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.....so that it knocked me off my feet and sent me face first into the middle seat cushion on the couch. He got several more smacks in before I was able to regain my footing and stop the painful pull of the shackles.
SSSSSSSMMMMMAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! "Yeow!" SSSSSMMMMAAAAAAAACKKKKKKK!!!!!! "OW OW OW!" SSSSSSSMMMMAAAACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! "Yipes!"
And so my reactionary, studly, jeering neighbor with the mighty baseball swing went on paddle spanking my squirming naïve, gullible naked butt AGAIN
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And AGAIN
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And AGAIN as I pleaded and begged for him to stop and roared and howled and cried and struggled .
My anger at him was equal to my anger at myself for letting me get into such a mess, and sporting a throbbing hard on half of the way through it. He rubbed my sore butt in between a few of the swats, especially when I got somewhat out of breath in my cries. But the second I relaxed at all, sighed or ceased to struggle, Dan switched right back to paddling me, lest I get ANY PEACE or COMFORT at all during my initial rump priming phase of the punishment.
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"DANNNY. Pleeeeaaaaaase stopppppppp." I cried once, which really tickled him, like I was a little kid pleading with his older brother or something. At that tender moment he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, which shocked and confused me—until he followed it up with another round of the severest paddling hed lashed into my ass yet.
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"GOD O GOD O GOD IT SMARTS IT SMARTS IT SMARTS OH STOP IT"
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And then I started blubbering. And then bawling. But did Dan in his hooting triumphant reaction pull back or stop? No he did not!
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Okay all you ass lovers out there, listen up!. When a man for the first time in his life gets his manhood forcibly spanked out him—which in my case was signified by fully retracted nuts, my _c_o_c_k_ shrinking down to look like a chestnut wrapped in bacon, my face red and swollen and crybaby tears streaming down my front cheeks while my rear cheeks burned like coals), he tends to reflect on his alarming situation. I had to face the mortifiying fact that I was being expertly pussified, one meaty smacking paddling at a time, pants down, bare butt, while chained to another mans entertainment center couch. But whereas up til now, each glimpse of Dans rocklike abs, fine ass, tight titties and piercing gray eyes and cruel lips saying crueler things had thrilled and excited me, my rattled, broken down libido lost its taste for the object I had craved so long, recognizing too late that it was not worth my (passive) pursuit or the nasty consequences I was suffering. Oh, I wailed tearfully to myself, If ONLY Id just had the guts to hang out at the bookstore a few nights and waited til Dan showed up—as I correctly guessed he often did—I could have sucked his _c_o_c_k_ months ago and long ago satisfied the studly mystique of Dan the Mans image and then been able to reject and dismiss the rest of his intoxicating but perverse package with an INTACT ASS. But alas, the man who could have done this wouldnt have been me, Alan Stroker.
And so in a way, the Al Stroker I had known my whole life was getting SPANKED TO DEATH by Dan the Man in the comfort of his livingroom. But the funny thing was, that instead of dying, I simply changed, or more accurately, the REAL me that existed at the smarting seat of self-knowledge and humiliation, gradually emerged and was eventually revealed to both to Dan and myself: the excrutiating pain had morphed into inexplicable pleasure. I wasnt a true DONKEY, and I certainly wasnt an ELEPHANT. No, it turns out that I had finally been exposed as a PIG
An ASS PIG of the meatiest proportions.
From that momement on, anything Dan the Man dished out to me, I would devour with maniacal, animal relish like the biggest sow that ever slopped at a trough.
As a way of explaining this perverse development, I would like now to introduce my readers to my chunky, hairy, fun-loving ass. If this were a Jaymes Michener novel, it would have begun with my prehistoric ancestors sitting around in fields of sharp rocks right down on their thick-hided meaty bare asses as they munched their hunter gatherer dinner, while other tribes, like Dans lithe, springy forest darter ancestors, had to squat on their haunches to protect their boney butts from injury.
His fellow conservatives today like to dismiss evolution, but, I think Dan may find it hard to discount the naked proof of posterior adaptation that he exposed in his own livingroom when he depantsed me. My big, shapely ass absorbs pain and pleaure like a wooly mammoth probably drained puddles of melting glacier water.
"Wheredju get that black mans BUTT?" an African American lover once demanded of me in bed as he felt up my big, round firm rump with admiration. "You are so _f_u_c_k_ABLE!" cried another pleased lover, this one a handsome Brazilian who gazed down, from between the knees I had draped over his shoulders, at my laughing face in wonder just before he resumed pounding my ass with wild abandon. Moments like these made all the cruel fat-ass thunder thigh remarks from growing up worth it.
. Now as my trusty ass was absorbing untold pain, the intense desire that had previously shriveled away was now roaring back with tenfold intensity, only now instead of being based in my pleasure centers, it was based on the delicious physical and emotional pain that arose from Dans expert conquest. That mean, lean laughing _f_u_c_k_er was a winner. And what else for a loser to do but admire the winner? My _c_o_c_k_ suddenly sprung up so hard that I swear I heard a "SPROING!" sound and felt my _c_o_c_k_head threaten to burst through the old couch material, even as my balls rolled back down to hang freely in my stretching nut sack. Now everything about Dan, his voice, the smell of his sweat, the soft sounds of his joints and muscles working to blister my ass, the sudden graceful movements---all of these were rekindling my lust and possibly even a twisted kind of love.
Spank me, I thought, all the sudden, instead of OH GOD or any of the other stuff Id been screaming.
And Dan the Man did just that. Right away. Hard and breathtaking. Smarting, cartoon bird chirping, rump-smackingly well.
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Yeah. Spank me, I thought again. Or said, maybe. Anyway, Dan obeyed!
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"Ah, you LOVE it, bitch!" Dan hissed, smelling the change in me like a shark smells blood, or rather, as if I had actually started to drip pussy juice.
"You love a real man spanking your sorry ass" SSSSSSSMMMMMAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!
"Ah. Yesssssss. Oh lord, yesssssssss."
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Dan wasnt prepared for his victim to give in QUITE so soon. He was smacking my lefty bitchs fat ass as hard as he possibly could, and I should have been BAWLING by now, not getting more turned on. So Dan spanked me harder to make sure this wasnt some kind of desperate ploy.
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"Ummmm."
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"Yeah, Danny boy!"
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"Oh god my red, rosy ass!"
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"Dan, youre the MAN!"
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"My MAN!"
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"Youre my buttboy now Al. Now and FOREVER." Dan laughed, dropping the paddle, and with both hands spreading his fingers basketball style began to manhandle my throbbing red butt cheeks and dangling balls.
And then he begain to hand spank his little slut of a neighbor.
"Oh god, Dan. Yes. Spank me. Spank the cum out of me" I moaned. The sudden flesh to flesh intimacy of Dans hand connecting to his ass drove the vanquished liberal wild with desire.
Dan said nothing, but kept focus. He made short, tight, quick little pats on my rear at first, right at the sorest reddest spots, and moved slowly out, spreading the pain and the joy, gradually.
"Thatll teach me! Thatll teach me!" I cried, ecstatic.
. Dan worked his way all around the double globes of my supple, versatile ass and moved deep into the hairy ass crack, where the liberal love of compromise—or rather GETTING compromised-- tended to lurk, wet and winking. Then he proceeded underneath to lightly spank even my balls---Yikes!!
Why do liberals even HAVE balls, Dan wondered. He stopped spanking them out of futility, and then dragged a finger upwards along the seam of flesh that started behind them and followed it all the way up to my twitching pucker.
"Oh god, _f_u_c_k_ me, DAN, PLEASE!" I cried without shame.
"Why should I give you the pleasure?" Dan asked.
"Because my ass belongs to you," I said, "and you should claim it."
"Sounds more like you think my dick belongs to you," replied Dan.
"No, I didnt mean to imply that," I said, trying not to sound desperate. "I just know Im a really good _f_u_c_k_ and that youd enjoy screwing my ass."
"How badly do you want it?" he teased.
"Badly. I really need your hot _c_o_c_k_ inside me. Please."
"I dont know if you deserve it," Dan laughed. "A traitor like you?"
"Please, Dan. Ill do anything. Youve got to plug my ass with your pole."
"Youll do anything?
"ANYTHING, Dan, ANYTHING!"
"You love your country?" he leaned down and whispered with hot lips into my right ear.
"Yes, Dan. Yes!" I gasped,
"You want to serve its best interest?" he said, tickling my itching butthole with his finger.
"More than anything!" I cried, hungry for whatever he had in mind.
"Well Ive got a mission for you Al, that were gonna start training you for right now." Dan winked as he unzipped his camouflage pants—oh _f_u_c_k_!-- and moved to position himself directly behind my --oh Dan, my MAN---trembling, blistered ass. "If you stay true to your nature and do everything I tell you to do, Ill see to it that your name will go down in history as the greatest American patriot this subversive socialist county has ever produced!"
"Oh, thank you, thank you Dan!" I moaned as I heard the sound of tighty whitey underwear elastic getting pulled down Dans thighs, and then felt his spongey precum-slickened dickhead –oh god!--wriggle into my hairy buttcrack to kiss my waiting pucker with a nudge. I looked forward to the sheer ecstasy of taking every inch of that _c_o_c_k_ inside me.
"And now for the next phase of your correction, Stroker," Dan hummed against the back of my neck as he pressed his naked chest unto my back. "Your idealogical deflowering." He murmured hotly into my ear as he reached around my chest and began to tune my erect tits like radio dials. As a turned on appliance that belonged entirely to Dan now, I continued to get a charge from his hot plug pressing against my electric socket, but I had a feeling he was trying to change my station from NPR to some awful Klear Channul clone-style talk radio cesspit.
"First question: who deserves to win and will get your total support in the upcoming presidential election?" asked Dan.
Ulp!
Man, I was REALLY _f_u_c_k_ed NOW..........!
End of part 4 stay tuned for the fifth and final ---mmmm----installment