I made my way to them and feeling bold, definitely too drunk, I forced myself onto Parker’s lap where I sat and looked at the other guys. I touched the brim of his baseball cap and laughed at myself as he put one arm around my back. He looked up into my eyes and smiled at me.
“You are a bad boy,” he said.
“Just a little naughty,” I teased. “Don’t get defensive now. I’ve seen you.”
He rolled his eyes before he looked at the other guys, but I was pretty sure they knew about his exploits. We sat like that for some time before I saw Ben entering the room. His face was read, his lips a little swollen. I called out his name and called him over to us. He stepped close to me.
“Good party?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said after he crossed his arms.
“Did you remember to wipe your chin?” I asked.
He turned red at the question and looked away from me. I wasn’t sure if the other guys knew what I was talking about but I felt the whole thing slipping from me. He looked ashamed as he hung his head. I was losing the fun of the party. I started to think of things to do as I put my arm around Parker’s shoulders to steady myself. That’s when I came up with an idea. I pushed myself from Parker’s lap and ran to the master bedroom, unlocked it, and retrieved the paddle Ethan had got me.
When I got back I was happy that no one had moved. I set the paddle down on the table between everyone, then took a seat. I tested it and was pleased to see it would spin easily. I looked around to everyone else.
“What’s the rules?” Leo asked.
“It’s like spin the bottle but with a paddle,” I said. “The person who gets the handle is the spanker and the person who gets the other end is the spankee.”
“How many?” Leo asked.
“Twenty,” I said.
“Ten,” Trent countered.
“Ten sounds good,” Parker agreed.
“Bare ass,” Ben added.
“Are you playing?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Yeah sure,” he said.
“Well, pull up a seat,” I replied.
He moved to the other side of the table to empty chair and sat. I looked at the other people in the room who had started to notice what we were doing and I felt my face warm. I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or the paddle but I pushed through the feeling of anxiety I felt. I reached to the paddle and gave it a spin. I was delighted when it landed on Parker. I had been aiming for him and through some coincidence or luck I got him. He shrugged his shoulders and picked up the paddle. He moved to me and offered the handle. I took the heavy wooden slab, then he turned on me and began to bend over.
“Bare ass,” I said, “and you have to move over there so I can get a nice swing.”
Everyone laughed and cheered. He stood up, shrugged, and walked away from me to the end of the table where he began to unfasten his belt and pants. I got up and crossed to him where I began to evaluate what I had gotten myself into and what I was about to do. He lowered the rear to reveal a hairy ass as he bent over still holding onto his pants. My shadow was over him so as I moved to line up a swing new light exposed just how vulnerable he was to me. I could see his ass perfectly, the mounds of his cheeks framed by his jock strap, and the way they parted. His hole was in that shadowy crevice and I desperately wanted to see it. I had an erection that I was afraid everyone else could see. I hoped my costume jeans helped hide it because there was no way I was going to stop.
The first crack was solid yet underpowered as I was afraid to hurt him. The sound lingered in my ears as I thought about what I had just done. I wanted to do it again, as many times as I wanted but I knew I had only nine more and this was some special moment in my life. Everything felt heightened as I licked my lips. For a moment I thought it was only me, only us, only him there with his hairy, bare ass waiting for me to spank it, but then the guys cheered and yelled out.
“One!” they shouted.
I looked to them with a big smile. It felt ridiculous and impossible. I couldn’t help but laugh as I focused on him even more aware of my erection pointed up in my underwear and slobbering pre-cum. I had them on my side but I knew it wouldn’t last. They weren’t getting the same pleasure I was, maybe even if they saw me having too much fun they might stop me, laugh at me, and even stop liking me. I took another swing but I hadn’t prepared myself so it was weaker and I was off balance so I staggered a little, bent over. I thought my dick would stab me in the gut.
“Harder, harder, harder,” the guys cheered.
I looked to Parker who seemed to be getting more impatient and I realized he wanted it to be over with but that he also wanted to know how bad it could be. It wasn’t just his test but my test. I had something to prove to this man who could over power me at any moment, who could easily wrestle me to the ground or over his lap then I would be on the receiving end. I stood up, readied myself, and laid into him again as hard as I could. The crack sounded throughout the room only to be muffled by more cheers and hollering.
Another hit and I felt like I was on a roll, the fifth and I felt the anticipation of everyone watching as they wondered if someone my size could make someone so strong cry and maybe even quit. The sixth made me realize just how much strength it took as my biceps began to ache. The seventh and I realized just how sweaty my palms were so I started to stretch out my arms, move the paddle from hand to hand and wipe the handle with my shirt. I hit him again and I thought I heard a groan of pain from him. I could see I had changed his pale, untanned bottom to red.
Before the ninth strike I thought I would ejaculate in my own pants before I delivered the blow, but in some ways it was also the worst because I realized right then it would be over. Why did I challenge him to only ten? Why hadn’t I gone for twenty? And what was his dare going to be? What would he get me to do? Did he even need to dare me or would he just bat me up?
I bit my lip and steadied myself as I breathed deep. I tried to deny the future. I tried to not think about the past. There was only that one moment as I readied myself to swing, the guys watching me, his bare ass in front of me, and the paddle in my hands. I suddenly felt very heavy on my feet. I thought my shoes would bust apart. I had him. I swung again as hard as I could, right across both cheeks perfectly. The guys cheered even more loudly so I turned to them and raised the paddle victoriously as they continued to raise their drinks to salute me. I laughed at them, at the whole thing, as I turned back to Parker as he got up from the table. I watched him pull him the backside of his pants, fasten them and his belt. He turned to me and for a moment I thought it was over. I thought I had crossed some line, especially with the erection straining against my underwear. But then he moved to me, pulled me into a hug.
Our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together there was the smell of the two of us, our bodies. We didn’t stink. It was a fraternal, musky smell. His body pressed against mine I felt his muscles in a new way, the size of his shoulders, and his arms. He could crush me, I thought, and yet there was no feeling of hostility just friendship. He took off his cap and put it on my head before we looked to the table to find the next pair.
