**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between 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.

(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.

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.

In the litigation field, there is a saying that cases are won or lost in the lawyer's office. I'm not sure whether or not I agree, but the underlying mantra, "Preparation, Preparation, Preparation," is good advice for any field.

I had missed the last first Friday spanking-fest at the ~Dungeon~ due to my flu and Justin's personal ministrations. After that weekend, described in my diary entry _Turning_the_Tables_, things had calmed and relaxed in our relationship. Saturday and Sunday had been "normal" as such with Justin getting his bedtime spankings per the _Rules_for_Justin_. Once again he was sleeping nestled in my chest and we were deeply in love.

Tom and Geoffrey were still together now for 5 or so months and Justin and I were still responsible for beating the Geof's hot ass. We pretty much took turns spanking Geoffrey sore and many times I was fairly certain Geof misbehaved just to get it but good from one or both of us.

The weekend visits were intense and hot with both Justin and I beating Geoffrey sore with the paddle and more recently at Justin's suggestion a razor strap. Tom didn't bother with his beau much over these weekends and Geoffrey seemed to enjoy the discipline and rigor it provided. When Tom picked him up on Sunday night Geof was always **very** appreciative. He had missed one weekend due to Justin and I fighting, but that was it.

He had gone home every other weekend with a blistered and sore ass. I was amazed at how the mighty had so completely fallen. He was totally Tom's houseboy. When Tom worked at home and did trading from his home office, Geoffrey had to kneel and suck _c_o_c_k_ for the entire day. I was kind of jealous of Tom about this point, I mean a full day suck. I was also annoyed -- not too much -- that he refused to spank his own boy. On the other hand, I kind of enjoyed doing his dirty work and I appreciated that it gave Justin a certain outlet to experiment as well.

Life was outstanding and with our wedding bands, Justin and I were rolling along beautifully.

First Friday would be around soon and that meant another spanking party at the Dungeon, we talked about it and set some ground rules. I was ~prepared~ for the party and for Michael, *throb*.

Work on Friday's seems to always drag on.

Work on First Friday's is like being condemned to the gates of Hell.

The entire day my _c_o_c_k_ throbbed. I was thinking of my hot boy Justin and my chance to have Michael again. Geoffrey also had to come along per the rules about him spending the weekends with us.

I called Justin into my office around lunch and set up the plan for the evening. After dinner, the three of us, Geoffrey, Justin and I would head to the Dungeon. Justin and Geoffrey would strip and get in for free.

I had a friend who I wanted to punish Geoffrey and another who had asked for Justin. I told Justin about Christopher some more. Justin agreed to be spanked by him and I kissed my hot boy.

Geoffrey would not be consulted about Timothy.

That settled, I let the rest of the day drag on and headed home at 3:00 without a backward glance.

Dave and Rob were already at the table by the time Justin and I arrived. Things were going pretty well with them since the events described in my diary entry _Dinner_Party_ and I hadn't needed to mediate between them more recently.

I pulled Rob aside for a bit and asked if there had been anymore problems and he mentioned that Dave had finally admitted that he had cheated and that they had both gone for AIDs tests. I kissed him and hugged him tightly.

Tom and Geoffrey arrived late and Geoffrey looked extremely smug and Tom looked annoyed. Tom explained Geoffrey had started a fight about staying with Justin and I for the weekend. I took Geoffrey by the ear in the middle of the restaurant and hauled him to the bathroom. His face blushed as I did this.

I locked the door to the small men's room and pushed him over the toilet. I yanked down his pants unceremoniously and slapped his ass 50 times loudly so I was certain that the entire restaurant had probably heard him get spanked. Things like this occasionally happen at this restaurant given its location in the heart of the gay ghetto, but that doesn't mean that it isn't embarrassing as all _f_u_c_k_ for the poor boy.

Two weeks ago I had seen Charles and his hot boy toy Carlos here and Charles had done the same thing to his hot boy. When Carlos stepped out, the eyes of the entire packed restaurant were on him and he slunk back to the table his face red with embarrassment. When Charles finally stepped out a few minutes later, taking his sweet time, many clapped. I remember Justin's expression of horror at the whole incident, I think he felt for Carlos. Tonight was Geof's turn and I marched him out of the bathroom back to the table by the ear.

He was completely embarrassed, the entire restaurant saw it and a good half of the restaurant was clapping. I sat him down next to me and told him that if he didn't apologize to Tom and I right this instant, I would march him right back to the bathroom for another dose, this time with my belt.

He started to cry from the embarrassment and then apologized to Tom, Justin and I. Then he kissed me tenderly, and then he kissed his boyfriend.

My _c_o_c_k_ was rock solid.

The rest of dinner was uneventful. Dave and Rob headed back to their suburban bliss, disrupted now by the prospect of disease from Dave's misbehavior.

Tom kissed me goodbye and left me in charge of his _f_u_c_k_ toy.

I saw Geof look wistfully at him and whispered into his ear, "Do I need to take my belt off young man?"

His eyes snapped to me and he looked down, embarrassed. "No, SIR!" He managed finally.

"Good," I responded.

Convertibles look great, but they aren't that practical for 3 or 4 people. Geof's lanky body was crammed into the back seat and Justin enjoyed the front passenger seat.

I took the beemer up to 90 on the expressway as we drove to the Dungeon. Justin and I held hands most of the way. Geof seemed sullen in the back seat.

In the parking lot, I sent Justin ahead and pulled Geof aside and held him for a bit. A boy needs to know he is appreciated and both Tom and I appreciate Geof. "Geof, I've selected someone very hot for you to play with tonight." He looked down.

"I think you will really enjoy his skill with the cane."

Geof's eyes met mine, terror.

"He was an British prefect for years before he came to the states."

I held Geof tightly and walked him inside.

Justin was already naked and I had Justin help Geof undress and the three of us walked up the catwalks, holding hands, to the Dungeon's main area. It was pretty quiet yet, and I didn't see anyone I recognized. I was afraid that Michael wouldn't show, or that he had met someone else and would never be mine again.

I held the two boys at my side tightly, cupping there fairly white ass cheeks. Geof's was beautiful and felt _c_o_c_k_y. It felt in need of the 25 strokes of a cane Timothy was planning to brutalize it with. The harder Justin or I punished Geof for his misbehaviors it seemed at times, the harder he would rebel.

One night, I beat him so sore with my belt that his entire back was covered with welts and he didn't once cry out. The next night I was back and beat him again. He loved it. He was a hard core spankofile and Timothy would deliver the intense levels of pain he really loved.

Christopher on the other hand was a gentler man. He was younger than me at 20 and was just into spanking. I thought he would enjoy Justin because Justin could take a lot, but loved a long slow ass slapping. For Justin this would be just like a hot extended bedtime spanking, and I was certain he would enjoy it a lot. Christopher was the first to arrive and he took Justin down to the floor of the Dungeon.

At 6'3" with his messed up hair, Christopher was the typical engineer. He looked geeky, but he had strong firm hands and clearly enjoyed spanking. Geof and I watched him lay Justin's smaller 5'10" frame over his lap and expose the tender ass flesh.

I watched my beautiful olive complexioned husband get it from another man.

Chris' firm hands began slapping and from our overhead view, I slowly saw the red marks appear. Chris' first blows were slow and carefully timed. He pulled Justin's stiffening _c_o_c_k_ out between his legs so it could be seen from above. Then in one of my signature moves licked his one hand and began to rub the exposed underbelly of Justin's _c_o_c_k_ while slapping Justin's firm ass with the other hand.

Justin was cooing with pleasuring and moaning in mild pain in seconds. I watched carefully as Justin's ass reddened below me. After a bit more, Chris switched to a paddle and really worked Justin's ass nice and sore.

My attention was diverted from my mate by the arrival of Michael who greeted me warmly with a kiss and expressed how sad he was to have missed me last month. I felt bad too I said and suggested we trade numbers.

No dice on trading numbers, yet at least.

I took him and boy Geoffrey onto the floor and set up shop right next to Christopher who was working my Justin's ass to a bright shade of crimson.

I pulled a chair up facing Chris and laid Michael over my lap so his face and Justin's would be near each other. They were almost close enough to kiss, and certainly could see each other's faces contort with pain.

I selected a hairbrush for Michael's bare ass as my instrument of choice and first slowly and then in counterpoint to Christopher's slaps on Justin's ass began working the firm back and front of the brush violently on the beautiful upturned ass flesh.

It was quite a sight, each of the two hot boys being spanked one, then the other. Our timing was delightful, as one boy finished bucking from the pain of a slap, the other's ass got hit and that boy bucked in response to the pain at his ass.

I took some time to kneed Michael's hot reddening bubble butt and enjoy the feel of the tender sensitive ass flesh exposed for my pleasure. I fingered his hole as he watched Justin still taking slaps from the paddle in Chris' strong hand. Then I returned to slapping Michael as Chris paused and worked Justin's ass flesh.

The two once smooth and milky white asses were both a deep crimson and Geoffrey stood by my side watching all of this unfold. I toyed with Michael's _c_o_c_k_ like I had taught Chris to do and Chris and I cross slapped ass and cross stroked _c_o_c_k_.

It was hot.

I started kissing Chris as we both kept slapping ass underneath us. We were leaning forward pushing the two boys closer together and locked our tongues as we kept beating the hot ass upturned for our pleasure.

Michael was moaning in ecstasy soon and I returned to stroking his _c_o_c_k_ and Chris and started slapping ass in sync rather than kissing. Chris redoubled his efforts on Justin as we raced to see which bad boy would shoot first.

Justin won out, my theory is the head start Chris had beating my boyfriend's ass flesh won the race, but Michael was no slouch and covered my leg with his warm jism.

I made Geoffrey lick it all up. Both Justin's and Michael's hot cum, every drop onto his tongue and then swallowed. Then Chris and I sat holding our respective play toys in our laps. I let Michael lean into my chest as I kissed him. I watched Justin, secure now in our relationship, relax in Chris' embrace.

The four of us sat there for a while no one talking, Geoffrey the odd one out.

Fortunately Timothy came over.

He had been watching our mini-spectacle from the catwalks and had waited for Christopher and I to finish before he made his splash with Geoffrey. His great experience caning naughty schoolboys in the UK would come in handy now.

Chris and I move our chairs together so we faced Timothy and he pulled Geoffrey close and whispered some words to him. Geoffrey decided that whatever caning he was going to get was bound to be better than what I would do over the course of the weekend if he didn't obey and he bent over, his ass to us, and grabbed his ankles.

Timothy withdraw a cane from his bag and showed it to us with Geoffrey bent over. He took his time letting Geoffrey wonder what was going on. Justin inspected it closely and seemed quite smug about the whole thing.

I resolved then that Justin needed to be taken down a notch by Geoffrey later this weekend.

Laying the cane flat on Geoffrey's ass, Timothy let him sense it's narrow pain inflicting dimensions.

"25 of the best," Timothy announced, "count them off boy."

Tim lifted the cane only a foot or so from Geof's tender exposed ass flesh. Whoosh, the cane soared down that foot violently and struck Geof's ass perfectly in the center. Geof howled in surprise and pain but kept his grip on his ankles.

"One Sir," he announced.

I could see a distinct pink mark where the cane had struck Geof's ass and I could tell that it hurt badly.

Tim raised the cane further back this time, and brought it down again more forcefully, the sting was loud and it seemed like the entire room's eyes were on Geof's exposed ass.

Geof howled in pain louder this time and let go of his ankles, Tim quickly pushed him back down and said, "Count boy"

"Two Sir," Geof managed his teeth clenched already.

I looked closely at Justin's face as Tim brought the cane down again, Justin was transfixed at his fellow boy in utter agony and so publicly exposed. Tim's excellent work was quickly becoming **THE** spectacle and Geof was howling in pain and his count was barely audible to me. Mike's _d_i_c_k_ was already rock hard, what a horny little _f_u_c_k_er. I bet he would like this treatment, I thought.

Strokes four, five, six and seven brought Geoffrey to uncontrolled tears, how he managed to hold onto his ankles, I don't know. I saw urine begin to trickle from his penis as he was reduced to tears. Tim made the count for himself and continued punishing the ass violently.

I saw clean channels where the cane had worked welts into the skin and a few more carefully landed blows would probably cut the flesh. Tim worked the cane carefully though to avoid that and kept brutalizing Geof's ass. Justin buried his head against Christopher to avoid watching his fellow boy being punished so bad.

The catwalk was replete with hard men, tops, stroking it. Tim was doing an amazing job. I felt Geoffrey was able to handle the pain level and didn't stop it. Michael stayed rock hard watching the whole thing avidly. He wanted it. Justin was afraid, he wanted to be able to dish out this sort of pain but couldn't handle getting it.

Tim took his sweet time landing the remaining 15 odd blows across every inch of Geof's ass, there were clear cane marks across it neatly spaced.

Geof was crying like a baby and was afraid to stand. Timothy kept him down for a bit and let the tops watching the spectacle finish jacking off if they wanted. He rubbed the cane against Geof's sore ass provoking more crying from the already sore boy.

Finally, Tim helped Geof stand up slowly, Geof cried more and Tim enveloped the boy in his arms and let Geof relax.

Tim brought Geof over to me and I stood up and held his sore body against me. I kissed Tim and then had Geoffrey do the same. Justin, was nestled against Christopher still, avoiding the horrors that the cane had wrought. Michael was still hard and was standing with us.

Tim found some other boys in the audience interested in the same treatment and was quickly making a spectacle with someone else. I had Justin and Christopher help Geoffrey out the car as I stood with Michael and we kissed.

"Please Michael, I'd love to see you more," I begged plaintively.

He looked at me, and slowly said his number, "555-9781." Then we parted company.

I headed out to the car, Geof was in the back seat unable to find a comfortable position and Justin was kissing Chris. I didn't mind the affection since Justin and understood each other now.

I leaned into the car and kissed Geoffrey and told him how proud I was of him and then got Justin into the car.

Geof was in considerable pain sitting on his caned ass the whole way home. Justin didn't seem to want to talk about it, the experience seemed to have impacted him more than I expected.

Aside from Geof's complaints it was quiet all the way home.

I helped Geof undress and then watched Justin undress. I hesitated about giving Geof a bedtime spanking, but realized that rules are rules and couldn't see a good reason not to give him one.

I stood them both against the window, their asses out to the city.

I sat on the edge of the bed. Geof looked at me plaintively his eyes begging for escape. I beckoned Justin to me and he came quickly and quietly. I pulled him across my lap and spanked him firmly 20 times. He kissed me deeply and thanked me and then went to the bathroom to finish up. He left me an opening to give Geof a break by shutting the door and turning on the fan.

I motioned for Geof to come to me. He came slowly. Very slowly. I grabbed him when he was in reach and pulled him over my lap. Even this simple action hurt his sore ass.

Slowly and gently I slapped his ass the typical 20 or so times, I was firm but fair, making it light but not fake and he cried again and then I helped him up and kissed him deeply.

He thanked me for the experience and joined Justin in the bathroom. I curled under the covers and began falling asleep. The two of them joined me shortly and pressed their bodies against me one on each side. Two hot boys resting against me. Geof was sore but content and whispered how glad he was to have met me. Justin just slept, content to be with his boyfriend.

I slept too.

**E-MAIL THE AUTHOR** These stories are e-mail'ware at this point.

My original _Spanking_Party_ was written on a lark and the feedback convinced me to keep writing. Now thanks to net-encouragement, a rather long piece, ~50 pages, is under consideration for inclusion in a gay/lesbian smut fanzine, I will keep people posted about purchase/download information.

Thanks again to everyone who has written in and thanked me or shared their own stories.

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