Act Your Age Ch 18 - Temp Then Spank

When we got back to Mr. Grant’s place after the opening night in the restaurant we were tired and excited at the same time.  He said that he had been busy all night and hadn’t gotten a proper meal so while he was in the kitchen making us a snack I went to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes.  My underwear was ruined and as I held them in my hand I carefully thought about what to do with them.  I didn’t want Mr. Grant to see them, to find out what had happened to them, much less to me.  I decided to hide them below the rest he had bought for me and put on a new, clean pair.

By the time I had done so he was headed down the hallway to the bedroom with a small plate of cheese, salami, and bread, and two glasses of wine.  I waited for him by the doorway where we kissed briefly and I took one glass before heading to my side of the bed.  He set the plate and glass down on his side, then stripped out of his clothes, before he sat and invited me to sit next to him.

Shoulder to shoulder we ate and talked about our night at the restaurant.  I told him about Rose and how she had helped me.  I told him about what I had learned and how it was fun to work there.  I told him about how much I made in tips and how I thought it would be fun to work there again or some other restaurant.  He told me about the kitchen, about getting people to work together, and how hard it was to keep everything in order.  We laughed about how simple it seemed and how complex it all became when you had multiple orders and people ordering dishes that took different amounts of time to cook.  We talked until we ate most of the plate of food and drank the last of the wine.  I didn’t tell him about Ryan.  I avoided the subject.

Eventually he got more tired first, sank down onto his side next to me, but didn’t fall asleep.  Instead he motioned for me to join him so I set the plate aside and curled up into his body.  His breath on the back of my neck, his chest against me, his dick pressed against my ass separated by only two thin pieces of fabric.  I could tell he was horny but I didn’t want to ruin it like I did last time so I stayed there.  We were like that for a long time until he pushed himself up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.  I did the same and when we walked back to bed together I had this feeling of accomplishment, this feeling of comfort, that we were a couple.  I got under the sheets and he did the same so I rolled away from him and he moved up behind me.  We fell asleep easily.

The next morning I awoke to find him sitting up in bed with the covers over his lap.  The sun was up but I had no idea what time it was since no alarm had gone off.  I felt refreshed in a way I hadn’t before, in a way that signaled to me it was nice to wake up next to someone.  He smiled down at me and I smiled back up at him before I pushed myself up and kissed him on the lips.  He stopped me from going further and for a moment I thought about giving him a morning blow job but decided not to try.

“What have you got today?” he asked.

“Not much, just class,” I said.

“Want to come back to the restaurant?”

I immediately thought about Ryan and a knot formed in my stomach.  I hated the idea of returning back there, of seeing him again.  What would he do to me next?  Would he whack me in the balls or would he give me another wedgie?  I couldn’t keep going through underwear.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“You have to earn a living somehow,” he said.

“Maybe, let me see how much homework I have,” I replied.

“That’s a good idea,” he said, “school work comes first.”

After that we fell into our morning routine of him making breakfast while I patiently waited at the table in the kitchen.  It was nice.  When we finished breakfast I did the dishes and wiped down the counter and table while he got out his clothes.  As usual he made it to the shower first but I joined him.  We washed each other and ourselves before he got out, dried himself off.  He got dressed while I got out my computer and went to the desk.

I opened it and started going through my social media sites and opened my chat application.  I was surprised to see someone from a spanking group had sent me a message saying he’d be on later that morning and he wanted to talk.  His name was redtail88.  I was about to tell Mr. Grant but stopped myself and instead walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye before heading back to bed.  He didn’t like it when I went back to bed but I felt like I needed an extra hour to sleep off the alcohol and all the work I had done.  I slept more than an hour and was awoken by the sound of my messenger telling me someone was online and had sent me a message.  I jumped out of bed and dashed to my computer to check the message.

redtail88: I saw your pictures and read your bio. It sounds like you have it pretty good.  I live in the same city, maybe we should get together sometime.

The message seemed to be a bit too aggressive and yet it told me everything I wanted to know, even complimented me and my situation.  I thanked him before I went to his page and started looking for his personal information.  He had a picture up for his avatar that included part of his face and it said he lived in the same city.  I started to look through his pictures and I was surprised to see several that looked like he had taken them.

None included his entire face but all of them were very suggestive, one even was his buttocks and it said it was after a self-spanking.  Was it possible to make a friend so easily and about spanking?  I was skeptical but interested so I went back to the chat.  We talked for a while about different things.  He seemed to be looking through my profile and asking me about things I liked and posted so I started to do the same with him.  We chatted for about an hour and half when he said that he had to leave but he could be back later that afternoon.  He asked if I would be around and I said that I would.  He said goodbye and signed off.  I wanted to talk with him again, get right to how he felt about spanking, but then I remembered my class.

Immediately I thought about calling in sick, or else just leaving it up to chance and I decided to just decide at the last minute before I had to catch the bus and as long as Mr. Grant didn’t come back for some reason.

I spent the day, all day, in my underwear watching television, playing video games, and jerking off, not at the same time but damn close.  I’d watch something, get horny, start to play with myself, and then I had to orgasm.  It was an easy, messy way to spend the hours.  By time I would have to start getting dressed and catch the bus I started to feel sick.  I knew it was in my mind but somehow it felt like my subconscious was in control and I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on class if I went.  I sent an email to my professor apologizing for not being able to make it to class by saying that I had a stomach bug.  I did attach my homework though.

When redtail88 signed in I knew that I had done the right thing.  We started talking again and it all went by easily.  Even though he was several years older we had enough in common, especially when he got to the spanking.  He said that his encounters had been infrequent but that they had been very therapeutic.  He told me about some of them, several had been with a friend he had made but who had moved away.  He said he loved the feeling of being naked and helpless but dependent on each other for support.  I got an erection just thinking about it so I told him about my own, few experiences.  He liked them so much he said he was getting excited.  I told him I had the same feeling.

That’s when he started talking dirty to me and I started playing along as I teased myself with one hand.  It was a difficult exercise, our messages became farther apart until finally he said he got off so I did the same by slipping off my briefs and using them to catch my ejaculate.

Naked on the chair at the desk, the sun shining through the curtains I felt a relief and an ecstasy like few other times in my life.  I thanked him for the experience and he thanked me.  It felt like we had completed something, that there was little else to speak about at the moment.  When he said he had to get going I said that I understood and that I looked forward to chatting with him again.  Just before I was about to sign off there was a picture message from him.  I opened it to find the flat stomach of the man with pearls of ejaculate across his belly, a tuft of pubic hair but nothing else.  He was gone and I decided to get cleaned up.

I was feeling pretty drained by the time Mr. Grant got home.  He spotted me in my underwear and looked at me suspiciously.  I crossed the room and kissed him on the lips before going back to my spot on the couch and sitting with my foot up on the pillow as a conscious invitation.

“You look comfortable,” he said.

“It’s been a good day,” I said.

“What have you been doing?”

“Chilling,” I said.

“Really?  I thought you had class.”

“Oh,” I said.  “Well, I was feeling sick.”

“You don’t look sick,” he said.

“Stomach bug,” I said.

“What about work tonight?”

I thought about Ryan, the wedgie, and my coworkers.  The knot in my stomach returned.  I wanted to get out of it.  I wanted to stay home the rest of the night, eat some ice cream, play some video games, and maybe get to talk to redtail88 again.

“I don’t think I’m up to it,” I said.

“Are you feeling really sick?” he asked before he crossed the room to me.  He put  the back of his hand against my forehead.  “You don’t feel warm.  I better take your temperature, make sure you’re not coming down with anything.  Come with me.”

I followed him into the bathroom and he pointed to the side of the bathtub where I sat and looked up to him.  He took the thermometer out of the cabinet and looked to me.  I opened my mouth.  He smirked and shook his head.

“Turn around, ass up, and underwear around your knees,” he said.

“Really,” I said.  “I’m not that sick.”

“Better make sure,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded.  I turned on the tub, pulled down my underwear, pushed away, settled myself over the side, raised my ass into the air so my cheeks parted naturally, and readied myself.  I heard him pop open some lubricant which he applied to the thermometer then to my asshole.  He stuck it inside slowly until it was stuck there.  I felt it there, mostly out than in, hanging there.

“Hold still,” he said.

“Yes sir,” I said.

Waiting for the reading felt like an agony as I felt the tub digging up into my stomach.  I put my hand there to push up a little but it did little to relieve the pain.  It seemed like minutes had passed, possibly a little longer than necessary, before he took the thermometer out.  I turned my head to look back at him.  He looked disappointed.

“I think we need to have a punishment to remind you about lying, acting irresponsible, and not keeping your promises.  How about a good spanking?”

“Sir?”

“Come on, get up, go to the bedroom,” he said.

“Yes sir,” I said before I got to my feet and pulled my underwear back up to my waist.  It felt like an necessary but impractical thing to do.  I walked away to the bedroom as I listened to him wash off the thermometer and return it to the cabinet.  He wasn’t far behind me.  I had barely made it to the bed when he walked into the room a few seconds later.  He undid the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, moved behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

A shiver ran down my spine that made me clench my butt cheeks together.  I could feel him there right behind me.  His breath against my skin made me close my eyes as I knew it was all so real and I knew no matter why I had goofed off that day that I needed correction.  I thought for a moment he was going to take me over his knee but instead he led me to a chair where he told me to bend over the back and hold onto the armrests.  I did.  It was just the right height to leave me completely vulnerable.  I expected a hand.  Instead he undid his belt, pulled it from the loops, and I lowered my head, closed my eyes with anticipation.  He had me.

“Tell me why you’re being punished,” he said.

“Sir?”

“Tell me why you deserve this.”

My ass was out, my palms were beginning to hurt from pressing against the rests.  I just wanted it to be over.  I knew what I had done wrong but the words caught in my throat.  That’s when he lowered the back of my briefs down around my ass.  I felt ridiculous there with just my ass cheeks out, the crack of my ass.

“I misbehaved,” I said.

He moved behind me, knelt, took hold of my underwear with both hands and lowered them down to my knees.  They hung there for a moment before I shifted on my feet and they fell to the floor.  Just a miniscule piece of fabric around my ankles.  They had been my comfort and now they were just something that barely seemed needed.  My feet ached against the wood of the floor, my biceps ached from holding up my body.  And yet my mind became clearer, I knew what he wanted to hear.

“I goofed off today.  I lied to you.  I wasn’t responsible.  I should have gone to class instead of being online talking to someone.  I shouldn’t have tried to get out of work.”

Snap, the belt cracked against my butt.  It felt like a hot line had been cut through my skin.  It hurt but I figured I could endure it.  He cracked the belt against my ass.  Another hot line and I tightened my grip on chair.  I raised my head to try and let the pain run through the rest of my body but it didn’t work.  Instead I felt the hair of my head loose about my scalp, the haircut I had gotten at his request.

He spanked me three more times across the bubble of my ass.  I thought for a moment it was over but he was just aiming at something different.  He hit the spot just under my cheeks and a whole new fire burned in my skin.  Twice more and I began to cry.  That’s when he hit me twice across my thighs.  I twisted on the chair.  My cock and balls swung about loosely.  I felt so foolish.  I began to cry harder.
That’s when he laid his hand on my shoulder.  He set the belt down on the chair.  He pulled me up and to his shoulder where I cried more.  I sobbed into him to try and let it all go but my skin felt like it had been cut.  I reached back to touch myself, but he stopped me and pulled my hands to him.  He took hold of the back of my head, his fingers in my hair until I stopped crying.

“Go get a shower,” he said.

I walked away feeling like I was in a zombie state.  The bathroom, the shower, and everything else was where it should be.  I needed that.  The warm water and cleaning myself off made me feel refreshed though not completely back to normal.  I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror.  My face was still slightly pink from having cried so much.  It was the type of coloring that wouldn’t go away.

The door was open and I could see him in the bedroom polishing his shoes.  I thought about what he expected me to do now.  He wanted me to get dressed in the clothes he had bought me and he wanted me to go work in the restaurant.  It had been enjoyable and miserable.  I walked into the room, crossed to where my underwear still lay and picked them up, turned to him with the material in my hands.

“I need to talk to you,” I said.

He looked up to me and took a deep breath.  He was difficult to read and I worried I might say the wrong thing but I knew I had to be honest.

“I know I deserved the spanking because I goofed around all day instead of being responsible but last night when you weren’t looking Ryan gave me a wedgie and everyone laughed.  It was humiliating and that’s why I don’t want to go back there.”

He set down his shoe, opened his arms to me, and invited me to go hug him.  He pulled me close to his body and for a moment I thought he would cry as I felt something shift in his body.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.  You are right, you deserved to be spanked but you know I am always here for you.”

That night, as soon as we got to the restaurant, he fired Ryan and promoted Rose temporarily to being a waiter.  He got someone from the kitchen to help me bus tables.  I hated the idea of Ryan being fired but I also hated the idea of the way he made me feel.