It wasn’t easy getting through the next few days but when the time
finally came I felt worse the hour before he was supposed to arrive. I
couldn’t help but think about how things could go wrong, how he might
not show, and if he did. I tried to tell myself I had nothing to worry
about but I still felt terrible. When there was a knock on the door I
couldn’t help but jump to my feet. I was in the dining room reading a
book for class at the time and Mr. Grant was in the kitchen.
Of
course he was quicker than me in getting to the door. I followed after
him worried it would be some stranger, a door to door salesman or
something. It wasn’t. I could see Ethan there on the porch just over
Mr. Grant’s shoulder. I had forgotten how handsome he was and I
couldn’t help but smile a little and hope that I didn’t blush. Ethan
looked just as nervous until he saw me. He smiled back.
“Hello, I’m Mr. Grant.”
“I’m Ethan.”
They
shook hands and Mr. Grant ushered him inside, told him to take off his
shoes and leave them by the door. I put my hands in my pockets unsure
if we should shake or hug. I wanted to hug him. He just looked to me
out of the corner of his eyes as Mr. Grant invited him to have a seat in
the living room. He took the chair where I had first sat and Mr. Grant
moved to the couch opposite. I moved to the doorway with my hands
still in my pockets.
“I know you’ve been chatting with Shane and he met you the other day but I was hoping you could tell me about yourself.”
My
voice caught in my throat as I was about to interject and say all of
this wasn’t needed. I stopped myself though, or more like I couldn’t
talk because I didn’t know where to begin. I didn’t know what I could
say that would simplify things. Ethan cleared his throat as he crossed
one knee over the other.
“Well, I guess, um, I work as a
barista at an independent coffee shop. I graduated from college a few
years ago. I guess, uh, I’ve been into spanking for some time. I would
fantasize about it and looked up videos and things. Nobody knows
though, no one I know. They all seem to think it’s too weird. Some
people say that it’s like only sadists who get into it. The guys I’ve
dated thought it was kind of weird when I brought it up. I’ve been
going to chat rooms off and on but the guys there usually creep me out,
same with websites. It all kind of makes me nervous.”
Mr.
Grant looked to me as I stood there, smiled a little but then went back
to his normal, serious face as he looked back to Ethan who sat tapping
his fingers against the armrests of the chair. I wanted to step into
the room and just bring them together. I wanted to grab hold of each of
them and just pull them close but I knew I had to let things play out.
This was not my situation, not my place. I had to let them do that for
themselves.
“What’s it like then?”
“Spanking?
It’s like, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s vulnerable and raw.
It’s primitive. You drop your pants to someone who whacks you. You
expose yourself. It’s like recovering after a night of drinking. You
kind of had this sense of the world but then this thing happens and you
recover from it. I feel like it really straightens me out, keeps me in
line.”
“And what are you looking to get out of today?”
Ethan
looked to me. He looked so vulnerable, his eyes betrayed his easy,
confident demeanor. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to leave or if he was
finding courage by having me there. I looked to Mr. Grant who remained
focused on Ethan.
“I want you to make me cry,” he
said. “It’s not easy. I know I can take a lot and I’m not looking to
end up in the emergency room or anything. I don’t want to get injured
but still I feel like I have this thing inside of me that has to come
out.”
“Are there any implements you do or don’t want me to use?”
“I’m
not a big fan of the belt but I always had this fantasy,” he said
before looking away to the wall, “of being spanked in the kitchen with a
wooden spoon.”
“What else did you have in mind?”
Ethan looked to him, looked him in the eye before looking to the coffee table.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said.
“Do you mind if Shane stays?”
“I was hoping he would,” Ethan said.
“Anything else?”
“Maybe if he could get spanked too,” Ethan said.
“Not tonight, Shane has been a very good boy this week and I’m not sure it would be right. We have an understanding.”
I
wanted to volunteer but something about how Mr. Grant had said that
made me think twice. I suspected he was having the same, or similar,
feelings of jealousy that I had. It was the right thing. I thought Mr.
Grant was going to speak again, maybe ask another question but instead
he got up and crossed the room to Ethan where he reached down and took
hold of the young man’s shirt. Ethan raised his arms as Mr. Grant
pulled it up over his body to reveal a tan, surprisingly muscled chest.
Mr. Grant then took hold of Ethan under his arm pit
and guided him up to his feet where he took hold of the young man’s belt
and unbuckled it. This was it. This was happening. I didn’t want to
be anywhere else. I wanted to be right there. I tried to memorize
every detail. The way they looked, the smell of them, and the easy way
Mr. Grant unfastened Ethan’s jeans that fell to the floor with a thud.
He stepped out of them clumsily, I could see the way his dick moved with
his thighs. He had a substantial package.
When he
put both feet back on the ground he lowered his head and looked to Mr.
Grant out of the corner of his eyes. Mr. Grant placed a hand on his
back, right between his shoulder blades and carefully led him through
the living room, past me. It was going to happen, I told myself, I was
going to see someone, not just someone but my new friend Ethan, get
spanked. I followed after them and stepped into the kitchen as Mr.
Grant led him over to the table.
“Assume the position,” Mr. Grant said.
Ethan
obediently leaned down to the table where he put both elbows firmly in
place. His head was low. His hair was loose down over his eyes and he
looked to me as Mr. Grant retrieved a wooden spoon. It was almost an
accusing stare as if I had done this to him. Was he going through this
for me? Mr. Grant placed the spoon on the table in front of him.
“Is this good?”
“Yes,” Ethan said.
“What was that?”
“Yes sir,” Ethan replied.
“Good, now tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to spank me sir,” Ethan said.
“What did you do to deserve this?”
“I’ve been a bad boy sir,” Ethan said.
“And you want me to make you cry?” Mr. Grant asked.
“Yes sir,” Ethan said.
“Tell me specifically what you did wrong,” Mr. Grant said.
Ethan
took a deep breath. He looked back to me and Mr. Grant told him to
look back to the spoon. He shifted on his feet, tried to move his
elbows but couldn’t as he had too much weight on them.
“I’ve
stolen from my boss sir. I gave free drinks to my friends, snacks
too. Also, I’ve been feeling too proud and it’s been getting to me. I
almost got into a fight with someone at a bar the other day sir. He was
just being friendly but I took it the wrong way and it got a little
physical. I shoved him sir. I deserve to be punished.”
Mr.
Grant looked to me but he was difficult to read. I wanted to run to
him, grab hold of him and stop what was about to happen but I knew I had
to keep my place for both of their sakes. Ethan’s look wasn’t
accusation. It was embarrassment. Mr. Grant picked up the spoon and
moved behind Ethan where he looked over his target.
The
first crack sounded too fake but I saw it so I knew it had happened.
The second and I knew it was really happening. I watched Mr. Grant
strike him three more times across his boxer clad ass before Ethan let
out a grunt of pain. He laid into him five more times before he
stopped.
“Are you okay?” Mr. Grant asked.
“Yes sir,” Ethan said.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes sir.”
Mr.
Grant swatted him ten more times but he barely moved or made a sound.
Was he trying to be tough to impress me? The spanking continued for
several more swats and I zoned out until Ethan let out a moan. Mr.
Grant stopped and took hold of Ethan’s boxers by the cuffs that stuck
out from behind his thighs. He slowly pulled them down to Ethan’s
ankles, tapped each calf in turn to help him step out of them. I could
see him full in profile, his dick hung down from him, his balls were
loose and big. His ass was round and pink. I got excited by the sight
of him. There had been so many times I had wished to see something like
this and there it was.
Mr. Grant resumed his
position to continue the spanking. I watched as he worked over Ethan’s
ass, letting him get comfortable just before moving on to a new spot. I
watched Ethan’s whole body turn pink as he shifted on his feet and
elbows. He started to hold his breath between whacks, then between
several. That’s when Mr. Grant stopped and placed a reassuring hand on
Ethan’s shoulder, placed the wooden spoon down on the table for Ethan to
see. He motioned for the young man to stand up, then pulled him into a
hug.
Ethan looked over Mr. Grant’s shoulder to me.
He was about to cry but I could tell he was holding it back. I shifted
on my feet as my body ached from standing still too long. I too had
been holding my breath and began to breath deep, let it push out my
stomach as I stared him in the eye. Was he holding back for me? Did he
want to show me how much he could take or was his threshold just
higher? I felt on edge just witnessing it. My skin was tight and I
felt like just one little prick and I could pop.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes sir,” Ethan said.
His
voice muffled by Mr. Grant’s shoulder and his own pain. Mr. Grant
reached down to his ass and grabbed it with both hands, then ran his
fingernails over the tenderized flesh. He did this until Ethan began to
squirm, that’s when he took hold of Ethan by the ear and pulled him to a
kitchen chair where he sat and pulled Ethan down over his knee. His
bare ass pointed right at me I could see every detail, the minute
differences of coloration. His butt cheeks parted naturally, his balls
and dick stuck down between his thighs, and his asshole, his vulnerable
asshole was right there.
“Shane, I was going to use my hand but I think Ethan here needs a little more with the spoon. Would you get it for me?”
I
had gotten comfortable standing there, my hands down at my sides hoping
the shadow would help cover my erection. I opened my mouth to speak
but really I was thirsty. It all felt so concrete, so rough, but I made
my way to the table where I picked up the spoon and carried it to Mr.
Grant, handed it over.
Closer to Ethan’s ass I
worried for a second his flesh couldn’t take anymore. Thats when Mr.
Grant struck his thighs, alternated between them until Ethan groaned and
reached back with his free hand to try and stop the spanking. Mr.
Grant expertly took hold of his wrist and pulled it to the middle of his
back before continuing. He worked them for some time as Ethan writhed
on his lap, not yet ready to cry but grunting and moaning in pain. I
was excited by the sound and the sight of him. He was my friend, I
thought, this shouldn’t be exciting.
Mr. Grant stopped
and handed me back the spoon. I returned it to the table and looked
back to them. I wasn’t sure if I should stay there or if I could move
closer but I felt my erection pressing against my underwear and tenting
my pants so I covered myself. Mr. Grant didn’t seem to notice and
instead turned his attention back to Ethan.
“Do you still want me to make you cry?”
Ethan
grunted approval so Mr. Grant spanked him with an open hand. It
sounded like clapping, an absurd sound to me to hear at that moment. I
had to stop myself from laughing out loud. He struck him several more
times on each cheek, each thigh. A slap to the skin that ran up his
legs, through his back, and forced a sound out of Ethan’s mouth. For a
moment I thought I could feel it but then Mr. Grant stopped and he
pulled at Ethan’s shoulder, told him to get to his feet. His head low
he stood and looked to me out of the corner of his eye.
“I want you to go hug Shane,” Mr. Grant said.
I
raised my head and tried to ready myself but I wasn’t prepared when he
walked to me and wrapped his arms around my chest. His head went to my
shoulder, my own arms fell down around his body. That’s when he began
to cry. He shook and constricted around me, my hands touched his sweaty
skin. Just that brush of skin felt like I had done something wrong so I
tried to keep them from touching him. His hair smelled of melon,
natural body odor emanated from his pits. I felt him spasm for a long
time as Mr. Grant watched us. We stood like that for so long I couldn’t
help but let my hands touch him. His breathing slowed into a steady
rhythm.
Mr. Grant got up and moved to us. He placed a
hand on Ethan’s shoulder and the other on my face as he smiled a little
at me. He brushed along my jaw line. I wanted to pull him into my
embrace but I knew I shouldn’t.
“Ethan, I want you to
stay here for a while. I want you to go take a nap. Let Shane take
your hand and lead you back to the guest bedroom.”
He
walked away from us into the house, to his bedroom, our bedroom. I
waited a little longer until it felt like the moment had passed and we
could drain no more from Ethan’s pain. I took him by the hand just as
Mr. Grant had said. His touch was warm. I led him to the guest room
where I myself had awoken once and I tucked him into bed face down. I
pulled the sheet over his bruised buns, the small of his back, and his
shoulders until he looked safe and harmless.
After I
made sure he didn’t need anything else I left the room, closed the door,
and went to find Mr. Grant. He was sitting on the edge of our bed. I
closed our bedroom door, moved around the bed, got on it with my knees
and scuttled across to wrap my arms around his shoulders. I knew at
once that it had taken something from him too, left him tired and in
need of comfort. Had he been like this after he spanked me? Did he
know what it felt like?
He kissed at my hands, then
slowly turned on me, got up from the bed. He pulled off my shirt, undid
my belt. We kissed as he pushed me down onto the bed. His body on
mine he grabbed at my skin, his hands ran over my body, went to my pants
and pulled them down as he broke the kiss. He took off my socks, ran
his fingers up my legs until he stopped at my crotch where he kissed at
my stiff dick that was trapped inside my briefs. He worked it for a
little before he pulled my underwear down, my dripping erection was
slick and hard. He took it in his mouth, pulled at my balls. I bent
under him until my ass was off the bed. I bucked a little.
He
had me on the edge of an orgasm and that’s when he let my dick out of
his mouth and moved down under my balls and to my taint where he
licked. My cock pointed back up towards my face he kept at it until I
orgasmed sending ejaculate across my body. It hit above my head first,
then down over my face, my neck and my belly. My ass fell back to the
bed as I let out a laugh. He laughed too as he moved up to my belly
where he licked up the small pool of cream. It tickled and I laughed
some more. He put his head down against me. I thought for a moment to
do the same thing to him but it felt too good. I was too satisfied and I
had a feeling he felt nearly the same thing. He fell asleep on me and
moments later I fell asleep as well.
When we awoke he
led me into the bathroom where he started the water as I stood next to
him with one hand on my hip. I couldn’t help but notice my healed butt
cheeks in the mirror. I was in the tub when Ethan walked into our
bedroom. He called out for us and Mr. Grant told him to come into the
bathroom. I looked up from the water to see Ethan there in his boxers
rubbing at one eye. I loved the sight of his abs, the way his muscles
moved for such a casual act.
“Can I get something to drink?” Ethan asked.
Mr. Grant looked to me, we stared each other in the eye.
“Are you okay to finish this?”
“Yes sir,” I said.
After
my bath, I pulled on a pair of underwear and went to find Mr. Grant and
Ethan. I walked through the house expecting to see them around every
corner but I was confused by not seeing them until I heard their
laughter. They were out on the back porch. I followed the sounds of
them until I got to the open door. The porch was enclosed so there was
little risk of being seen, though that wasn’t really a problem as
technically I wasn’t naked, but still I was hesitant.
Each
of them had a beer and a cigar. And I sensed a kind of masculine bond
between them that I didn’t want to ruin. I felt out of place as I
watched them. Mr. Grant was in his late thirties, Ethan a few years
older than me, and yet it felt like there was a familiarity I couldn’t
have. They had seen things. They had done things. They had worked in
terrible jobs, compromised ethics and morals, but I was still more so a
virgin.
Mr. Grant spotted me in the doorway and
called me to him where he invited me to sit on his lap. His arm around
my side, his arm hairs tickled my flesh.
“You have a good thing here,” Ethan said.
“Thanks,” I replied.
I
put my arm around Mr. Grant’s shoulders and held him close. I knew I
had a good thing and I didn’t want to lose it any time soon.
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