Spanking Party 2

by TopLegal <toplegal@geocities.com>

**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.

**REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up by the stories _Spanking_Party_, _Justin_Returns_, and others. If you haven't read them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream of feedback I've received.

Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

Prologue

As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among other S&M proclivities.

I full month has past since the night I reclaimed Justin for myself. A full month since Michael's hot body was resting over my lap as I spanked him publicly at the ~Dungeon~. Now it is another First Friday, and I hope, that tonight I will be lucky enough to Michael again.

Morning

Mornings are easier when someone you love is in bed with you. Justin has taken to sleeping nestled in my chest and the warmth of his body and the general sense of love and well being that radiates back and forth makes getting out of bed seem cold regardless of the fact that the temperatures outside are into the 80s now.

We kiss.

Then ~Michael~ comes to my mind, my _c_o_c_k_ stiffens and Justin looks at me, my eyes closed rapturously. He asks whether I will go tonight, I nod.

He wonders why I would want anyone else when I have him, I explain that I don't want anyone else to live with me but him, but there is something indefinable and mysterious about Michael that makes my _c_o_c_k_ throb.

Justin nods mischievously and kisses me understandingly.

We shower together.

Shower

Living in the lap of luxury has it's advantages. While I am well educated, my personal theory of "evolution" is that air conditioning and jacuzzis pre-dated human existence. The latter can be explained because measuring up at 6' 2", I don't fit into office furniture, cars, seats, chairs, desks, anything designed for the "average" person. My back is frequently in pain in spite of my good posture and careful exercise regime.

Fortunately, a jacuzzi can fix all of that.

Air conditioning, need I say more.

But, the beautiful feature of my apartment that I've come to appreciate the most over the past month is the dual headed standing shower in the master bathroom. It is about 4' diameter and opposite the entry there is a single control that starts 2 shower heads mounted to the left and right of the entry. When there is just one person in the shower it is a wonderful experience. But the real joy is with two because both can get clean and stay warm.

Justin has adapted well to our new life. His body is smooth and shaved. Only the slightest hint of pubic hair is left on his crotch and arm pits. Control.

I push his body hard against the wall and watch the water fall across his chest. His nipples are firm and stand at attention. I tweak them and his _c_o_c_k_ stiffens.

Work. We do need to get there. I release his nipples kiss him and let him begin to clean my body. He rubs warm soap across my chest and lathers my hairy body. Then he gets my arms and back slowly. Savoring the opportunity to please me and enjoy my body. He slowly works warm soap and his hot hands down to my legs and up to my groin. He tenderly lathers and cleans my _c_o_c_k_ shaft which is at attention. And finally he gets my neck and face. Then as I let the water clean my body he turns his attention to his own. Cleaning it scrupulously.

When I use my razor to shave my face. He uses his to shave the stubble of growth that reappeared stubbornly on his groin. Dehairing himself for my benefit. For my whims.

We kiss and embrace under the warm streams, clean, horny, and enamored of each other. After standing for an eternity, ok more like 5 minutes, I stop the water. As the last of the warm drops trickle down our bodies, we stay locked in a passionate deep tongue kiss.

Finally as the steam leaves and the air begins to chill our wet bodies we release each other. And we dry each other tenderly.

While I am certain that many people think a relationship with S&M or some aspect of domination can not be tender or caring, I think perhaps the opposite is true. I've seen some of my friends in vanilla relationships, hetero_s_e_x_ual, homo_s_e_x_ual and in between that were more abusive and hurtful than anything that passes between Justin and I.

We dress side by side. The mornings definitely have seemed brighter recently.

Work ----

We walk to work. A mere 15 blocks, and even though it is hot outside, I'm hotter under my suit. First, I'm walking arm in arm with Justin who is VERY hot. And my mind is already on tonight's fun with Michael.

In my office, I find that Geoffrey cleaned up after himself last night and there is no sign of cum on the edge of my desk. (See _Coworker_Gets_His_Due_)

I find a small note folded over with my name on it in careful neat block print. I open it. It is a "Thank You" from Geoffrey and a request that I call him.

While, some weeks and days can be boring, my _s_e_x_ual energy is peaking today and I am finding it hard to keep my _c_o_c_k_ in my pants.

I take my 9 AM client, he works for a large aerospace company that wants to take over one of its parts suppliers. I give him Justin's report on the takeover and introduce him to Justin.

Thank god suits are baggy, although I feel certain that Justin notices my hardon as I introduce Mr. Johnson. I leave the two to talk and suggest that in the future Mr. Johnson feel comfortable working directly with Justin. Justin smiles.

Frequently at law firms, partners keep the clients for themselves and hand you memos from god like manna from the heavens to keep you in the dark and prevent you from having client contact.

I've never worked that way. 9:15. Why can't it be 5 PM yet. I want Michael, I want the mystery. I return to my office and toy with the idea of calling the firm's investigator for a little private assistance, and then I remember my meeting with Geoffrey's associates. I head over to the far side of the office and find them all inside his empty office relaxed and joking around. A "Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is dead" attitude is palpable.

They clap when I shut the door.

Who says rumor and innuendo can't spread faster than the speed of light. The circumstances of Geoffrey's defrocking were supposed to be confidential Evidently not confidential enough though, not that I particularly minded.

I explain that all 5 of them can be reassigned to any of the partners at their current pay, but that if they are equal seniority with another associate in that division they will be pushed back 6 mos on the partnership track. They frown at that prospect. I remind them that the tax division is exciting and nearly associateless. Three immediately raise their hands to come with me. The other two ask if they can think about it further. I agree and invite them to seek me out individually to talk about their needs as I am handling disposition of Geoffrey's clients and associates entirely.

I bring the three associates that joined my ranks over to my office and set them each up with a single client's file. I explain that initially I would review personally each letter or document going out but that after I feel comfortable with their work and they are comfortable with each client's needs, I would make that client their "account" so to speak. This would free me up again for the more high powered advice that I normally gave prior to losing my associates and would allow our tax division to start taking on a higher load.

I sent them out and looked at my schedule. At 1 I meet with the state treasury division to finalize the settlement of Geoffrey's tax fraud case. Till then, I was free, my _c_o_c_k_ throbbed, I wanted Michael.

I remembered Geoffrey's note and I shut my door and called him at home. He answered on the first ring.

"Hi," I said.

"Sir," he said back.

My _c_o_c_k_ jumped to full attention at 8". We talked about him leaving the firm permanently and how I would handle disposing of his clients. Then we discussed his tax settlement. He asked then if he could come over tonight. I thought about it and decided to invite him to dinner for Tom's pleasure. Tom could use a boyfriend I thought, and with my help paddling Geoffrey into line, I felt they would make a good match.

After getting off the phone with him, I waited another ten minutes for my _c_o_c_k_ to relax before opening the door. I found Justin standing there waiting. He comes in and we discuss the remainder of the Johnson matter and how well it went. In his 5 years where he worked previously Justin had never had this much responsibility for a single client and I was proud of his handling of the whole matter.

The rest of the morning dragged on with those mundane details that make up the work day. Finally at 12:30 I took a cab down to the government offices. I found my way up to the 18th floor and found an obnoxious government secretary.

In case you are wondering there are some good government employees, but they are fired upon discovery leaving behind only people with a bitter resentment for those that pay their wages through taxes.

After being kept waiting for a full hour, my 1 PM appointment starts at 2. I've found that many attorney's use delay as a tactic to gain advantage. The only thing it does with me is set me in a lousy frame of mind about you as an individual.

Settlement

The government was ready for hardball, because of my reputation. When I announced our generous $2,000,000 settlement offer they all but fell over in their chair. I explained that in return for this generous settlement, we would not contest the fines, the statute, or anything else. They bit, and I handed over a settlement check.

We signed some documents and I was out of the office in just 5 minutes. I love keeping the on their toes, I know that when I play hardball next their jaws will drop because they will expect another cave in. But they won't get it.

With this ugly matter behind the firm, I return and after talking with the two remaining associates Geoffrey had, I agree to help them seek employment at another firm. They worked for him because they liked his politics and the rest of the office would not have been a good place for them. I see their point and recommend some firms to them.

Day ---

That's a wrap I say to no one in particular as the clock turns to 4:30. I get up, lock my office and head home. Justin is already home when I get there and naked waiting for me at the door. We kiss and I swat him firmly for leaving early, but I can't blame him too much.

Friday is like ghost town at most offices and around ours leaving between four and five on Friday is an understood custom. I always try to hold out till 4:30 but it is mostly pretend. I change for the evening into tight jeans and a muscle-T.

Justin and I sit for a while and talk about how tonight is going to work from the standpoint of play, _s_e_x_ and other things. Communication is the heart of a good relationship and we are laying a clear set of rules out here.

Dinner

I had told Justin I was inviting Geoffrey, but still he was surprised to see he actually came after what I did to him the night before. Some people are born masochists I whisper. I kiss Geof and invite him to join us. Tom is at the bar and the four of us sit. I introduce Tom and Geof making it clear that I think they should maybe go home with each other. Tom smiles since he was right about Geof's _s_e_x_ual orientation. And he rubs my knee under the table to indicate his satisfaction. I pull him over to me and whisper to him.

I tell him how I want him to treat Geof, and how I will be spanking Geoffrey regularly to help control that _c_o_c_k_y attitude. Tom smiles. He asks me if he can watch it and I say of course. Tom is too prim and proper to do something like that himself, but to watch another do it, any time.

Rob and Dave arrive slightly late and Rob looks frustrated with Dave. As they sit down Rob spills it out and explains how Dave has been coming home late every night recently and that he is convinced Dave is seeing someone else.

I groan silently, Justin looks to me expectantly. Dave looks to the ground. I say look, why don't we all do dinner tomorrow at my apartment and we can settle a lot of this. I look around the table and 3 faces look back at me in terror: Dave's, Rob's and Geoffrey's. Tom smiles and Justin kisses me.

I order drinks around the table and regular conversation moves everyone away from the unpleasantness that they fear for tomorrow.

Tom brags about how the Dow is reaching new highs and offers to cover everyone for dinner. Stock brokers.

I order an expensive bottle of champagne to celebrate one month for Justin and I. We all toast proudly and by the time dinner comes tomorrow's spankings are a world away. After dinner, Geoffrey and Tom leave together to walk back to Tom's apartment.

Dave and Rob try to start edging their horse out of the gate to avoid a spanking but I send them home.

Justin and I sit together for a bit and decided to hit the Beemer for the ride to the ~Dungeon~.

Car Ride

I let him drive. I close my eyes and relax. Things are good.

My _c_o_c_k_ throbs, Michael. I imagine his flesh against me. My hand on his ass. His ass hot and red and sore from a spanking. My lips against his.

Justin puts a hand on my crotch and wakes me from my dream.

We kiss at the stop light and he smiles.

The rest of the ride, I watch the scenery. My _c_o_c_k_ hard with anticipation.

If only the dungeon were closer, I think, my _c_o_c_k_ throbs in agreement. Of course if it were closer, then I couldn't anticipate the fun so very much. Throb.

We pull in at 10 o'clock, fairly early. Dinner had gone quickly partly because everyone was more or less on time, 6 sharp.

Dungeon

We arrive and walk across the lot. Justin slows and I take him firmly around the waist and walk us inside. I have him strip down to his jockstrap. His body exposed. His ass exposed. And then he puts his shoes back on. I pay my entry fee and we walk up onto the cat walk overlooking the floor.

It is quiet. Few people arrive this early, most come closer to the midnight show and stay till closing at 4 AM.

On the floor there are about 5 or 10 people wandering about mostly naked and a couple of hard core leathermen. One guy is on his back on a tabletop with his hands holding his legs up while another is slapping his ass with a leather paddle.

Hot.

I look for Michael, nowhere.

Justin and I join the other men on the floor of the warehouse.

Justin is uncomfortable being this exposed so publicly and I keep my arm around his waist to calm him.

We watch as several of the men take brutal spankings. Some of them will spend the whole night there I know just taking it constantly. Nothing is too much for them.

Others just watch, I see one of the regular voyeurs, he's been here for years never spanked. He stares at me. One of these days I think...

A hot gorgeous black guy comes up to me and asks if he can spank Justin. I explain the situation and ask Justin. He agrees to my surprise. I let Mike take Justin over his lap and land a number of firm swats on Justin's upturned ass. Justin remains calm and I see his _c_o_c_k_ hardening. I let Mike spank Justin as I watch on, turned on, and keep my eyes peeled throughout the room. When Mike finishes spanking Justin, he is very sore. Mike has big strong hands and was very thorough. Justin comes back to me and kisses me and then has me hold him.

Mike introduces himself to me more fully now. He works as a bar tender at one of the hot gay clubs. Usually he works Fridays, but this was his night off and he wanted to have some action. He pats Justin's butt.

I smile and offer to drop by some time. Justin remains against me. That was further than I expected him to be willing to go, and I was very proud of him. He was hard and wanted me. I wanted him too, but, I also wanted Michael.

I watched the many boys getting their due and took my hand and a paddle to several of them as I waited. None of them were as hot as Justin. And none were even on the same plane of existence as Michael's hot ass.

Michael

I catch site of a naked body moving towards me. It takes me a second before I fully take in his face. Michael. Throb. I look to Justin and he lets go of me. I walk up to Michael and kiss.

We had never really talked. Silently we had found each other's desires and made them real. I pulled him close and wrapped both hands around his firm, bare, smooth, bubble butt ass cheeks. Ahh.

I pulled him close. Who is he? Where does he come from?

I introduce him to Justin who will be watching his spanking closely. All he says is his name "Michael", nothing more, nothing less. I find us a nice chair and a hairbrush.

I sit down.

Michael comes over my lap eagerly. He loves this. I can hardly believe he was a spanking virgin 4 odd months ago and now he came only to seek me out.

Justin was somewhat envious I could tell. I suggested to him that he perhaps enjoy some of the other men for a while since I wanted to spend at least 3 hours working on Michael.

Michael perked up at this, his _c_o_c_k_ hardening against my lap.

Justin looked a bit dismayed, but we had discussed this already.

I spent some time positioning Michael in my lap. I wanted him to feel my hardness. And I wanted to feel his. I also wanted him firmly over my lap and his butt exposed. After positioning him I let it wait. My hands rubbing those hot buns. Pinching, squeezing, rubbing. But not spanking, yet!

Two or three other bottoms came over, they recognized us from the exhibition last month and wanted to watch. I took my time. I showed his upturned ass off to the small crowd of onlookers. I finger his hole gently. And then it comes. What he wants so badly to have, and I to give.

**SLAP**

My hand spanks his ass and leaves a beautiful firm pink imprint. Each of my five fingers can be seen across his pale white flesh. I pause for a while and take my time rubbing his ass and enjoying the control I have over him. Our _c_o_c_k_s are against one another both rock hard.

**SLAP**

I spank him again, my hand lingers there feeling the ass. I want each part of his ass to tingle gently first. I will draw this out.

Some of the bottoms loose interest, they are wham bam thank you ma'am'ers. If it isn't instant gratification, they don't want a part of it. But, humility and control must come in small doses. I gently swat his ass with my hand taking time between each swat to kneed the flesh I am working.

Justin bends over kisses me and heads up to the catwalks for a better view of all the action. The floor is filling up I notice, I had been so focussed in on the hot body over my lap I had lost track of time. But the hard _c_o_c_k_ against my lap draws me back in quickly and I loose myself in my task at hand.

**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**

I land a sequence of quick short, open handed blows on Michael's firm butt. Since I've been taking my time it is still very white and each blow can be carefully seen. Michael is cooing pleasurably inspite of the embarrassment of the exposure and nature of his treatment.

Our _c_o_c_k_s are rock solid rods now thrust against on another.

I take my time. He may very well be a mystery, but he is mine for the night.

**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**

More blows onto his buttocks. More kneeding of hot flesh. He moves a hand in the way as if to get me to pause but I pin it to his back and land a welter of spanks on his exposed cheeks.

**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**

Rule one of taking a spanking is not to get in the way of the punishment.

**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**

After he yelps perfectly, I release his pinned hand and push it back in front of his body. The repeated spanks have turned his ass a nice shade of pink on the center. Like two mounds of pain peaking perfect mountains.

I pause and admire my work. Then I kneed the hot flesh I'm working and finally pick up a hairbrush.

Mike, the guy who had spanked Justin earlier comes over and he is naked now and I can see red lines on his ass where he had someone cane him. He looks at me and I shake my head saying, later I've got this one for now. I beckon him towards me and say that I'll stay till closing some time next week and spank him over the bar, he looks at me mortified and I smile and send him away.

I let Michael sit up for a bit. He has been overturned on my lap for well over an hour by my estimates and I notice the show is about to start.

We kiss and Justin comes up behind me to stand while we all watch tonights exhibition.

Exhibition

The exhibition can be one of the best parts of the evening. First off, to see a boy humiliated in front of 100's of men and boys. On a typical Friday at the ~Dungeon~, by the time of the exhibition, there are usually between 100 and 200 people present. Tonight was no exception, the floor was packed and the catwalks a bit empty. More participants, less watchers.

Tonight, an older "daddy" was spanking a young looking hispanic "boy". The kid was hot and fairly hairy. The dad was clearly a tough disciplinarian and the boy was a real fighter. Kept moving his hands into the way. I watched the scene as Justin and Michael stood next to me watching a fellow boy get his ass blistered a bright sore red with a firm wooden paddle.

These two on display tonight were clearly more into the action aspect of the spanking. It went by quickly and although the boy crying the daddy kept up the punishment with the paddle. The audience was quiet as we all enjoyed a great butt blistering. The boy was sent for some public corner time as the show ended and spanking resumed.

Justin asks me if we can go home and looks rather tired. I look at Michael only mildly pink ass and want it so badly.

Hmm.

Decisions, Decisions.

I turn to Michael and ask him whether he would like to come see my apartment. He looks terrified with indecision. Till now our "relationship" such as it was had been anonymous and safe for him. Now, I was upping the ante, I wanted him to be in my house and be with me.

He shakes his head gently and lays himself back across my lap for further butt blistering. I look at Justin who pleads mercilessly with his eyes to return home, I shake my head, I want Michael's ass.

Spanking

Justin wanders back up the catwalk, not yet ready to give himself to others and jealous for my affections.

I pick up the hairbrush I had chosen earlier for Michael's fine ass and begin applying both sides of it with gusto to his perfect ass cheeks.

**SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT**

I'm ready to push him to his limits. I have gone far with him, but he always seems hungry for more, tonight I want to give him more than ever, I want to know him. I caress his cheeks and squeeze them.

**SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT**

I work the beautiful bubble butt on my lap with firm swats. Quickly the pink peaks appear on the butt mountains. Then after more work they turn crimson.

**SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT**

Further efforts redden the entire buttocks to my satisfaction. Michael begins to whimper now, the strokes are starting to hurt a bit more, that fine line between the spanking being the most erotic thing in the universe and the actual pain of the implement is coming into play.

I pause and kneed the hot ass flesh under my hands. I bend forward and lick the hot reddening ass with my tongue, he moans in exctasy.

**SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT**

I work him hard and pause again right as I sense him coming to his limit. I'm using his stuff _c_o_c_k_ and slight cries as cues as to how far I can push this hot boy toy on my lap.

His entire ass is blazing red now. Every inch has been struck by the hairbrush or my hand. And yet, he is rock hard against my equally hard tool. His ass upturned in my lap. I sense the need to pause and stretch his punishment out.

I begin to finger his hole, he coos appreciatively.

I work my finger deep into his _f_u_c_k_hole and begin to lecture him about being a good boy and behaving well. I lecture him about coming to work on time and doing all of his work. His _c_o_c_k_ stiffens and shoots in my lap. I continue playing with his _f_u_c_k_hole. More spankings will come, these are the most painful, after the exctasy of the orgasm has passed they sting worse and feel more intense.

I withdraw my finger slowly from his _f_u_c_k_hole and raise my hand high in the air and begin slapping bare butt with my equally bare and very strong firm hands.

**SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT**

He moans in pain and yelps with each slap of my hand against his buttocks. After 30 he is reduced to tears. I lift him to me and we stand embraced my pants wet with his hot cum, my hands cupping the beautiful bubble butt I so recently blistered, his head nestled in my muscular chest.

I hold him for longer than ever as he cries, letting it all go, letting whatever it is that he was holding back all loose. He cries him my arms for an hour lost in the pleasure of release from all that bothered him.

When the crying stops finally he says his name, Michael Feinstein and leaves me alone in the ~Dungeon~ on the floor my lap covered in his cum, my white muscle T wet with his tears. And he, released from whatever restraints held him through the pain and humiliation of a spanking.

Justin waits respectfully a few minutes before reclaiming me. We head for home.

Car Ride Home

We head for home quietly. Justin is unsure what to say, and I even less so. Michael has blown my mind since we first met and will evidently continue to do so. If he trickles out his phone number to me a digit at a time, I won't be surprised.

The silence on the ride home is deafening.

Home ----

Justing strips again upon arriving home and goes to our bedroom for his nightly spanking. I come in and he comes over my lap without argument. While he is over my lap with each **SWAT** I talk out loud my feelings on the whole evening and his jealousy. I stretch the punishment out over a full hour and do a quite severe job of reddening his ass. He feels it by the end and starts crying slightly and we kiss.

He sucks my _c_o_c_k_ vigorously and then nestles his head in my chest for us to sleep.

Before he closes his eyes, he looks up and says, "I'm sorry for being jealous, I just love you so much."

Epilogue by the Author

This story is completely fictional and is an outgrowth of my own fascination with spanking. I find spanking so erotic because it is such a release and such a power trip. After I've had an erotic spanking session with someone I find myself so relaxed and at peace.

Let me know what you think of this story by writing me at the e-mail address at the of the story. I've gotten a number of very positive responses to the original "Spanking Party" story I wrote and continue to receive them. As a result I've written more. Continued feedback means continued stories. Suggestions for the characters welcome. Other stories in this series:

* Spanking Party

* Justin Returns

* Mediation by Paddle

* Rules for Justin

* Coworker Gets His Due