It was the Sunday after my mother stopped over, before my birthday. I was chatting with Ethan during a game when I remembered to tell him the good news.
“My birthday is coming up,” I said.
“Really?”
“I’m turning 21.”
“That’s good, now you can drink legally.”
“Well,” I said. “There are still rules.”
“Of course, but I mean we can go out to bars now. So, what are you doing for your birthday?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. Mr. Grant hasn’t said anything really. I guess I don’t really want to make it seem like it’s a big deal.”
“We should go dancing or something. First drink is on me,” Ethan said.
“Okay, but I feel like Mr. Grant should be there to celebrate.”
“Yeah of course, we should all go out. That would be fun.”
“I’ll have to see when he’s available. He should be able to take one night off from the restaurant.”
“Is he giving you anything?”
“I’m not sure. I guess so. I don’t really want to assume. I kind of tried to play it down last night because of this thing that happened with my mother. It’s a long story and I don’t feel like going into it, but still, I’m not sure I want to really make anything of it.”
“No special ceremony then?”
“No,” I said.
“Not even a birthday spanking?” Ethan asked.
I raised my head at the question and paused the game. I hadn’t really considered it and the thought made me think two almost conflicting thoughts at once. Would I need to ask for it? Did I really want it?
“I didn’t think about it,” I said. “What’s the whole deal with that anyway? It always seemed kind of weird to me.”
“I’m not sure about the full psychology of it but I always kind of thought it was a way of making sure there was humility because sometimes it feels like the whole day is about that person. Or maybe some spanko just came up with the idea and used the birthday as an excuse.”
“I’m not sure,” I said. “Mr. Grant is usually set on it being for punishment.”
“Would you want one? I could help you.”
The blood drained from my face. It was somehow minimally tempting but it felt so inappropriate, so dangerous. It wasn’t just that Mr. Grant was the only person who had ever spanked me but that I thought it was something, I don’t know, almost sacred. It was something between the two of us.
“I’m sure Mr. Grant will do it. If I ask.”
“So ask,” Ethan said.
“Later,” I said.
“Is he home now?”
“Uh,” I said not sure if I wanted to tell him the truth.
“Go do it,” he said.
“I don’t know.”
“It will get you in the mood. You said it helps liven things up.”
I blushed as that reminded me about what I had told him, vague notions about things Mr. Grant and I did. Somehow I never thought he would repeat it, much less use it against me. I wiped at my mouth, balled my toes against the carpet. It wasn’t blackmail. It was a dare.
“Screw it,” I said. “I’ll be back.”
I pulled off my headset, set it on the floor along with the controller, got up from my chair in front of the television, adjusted my underwear with a little tug in the front, and two thumbs at the back, then made my way to the living room where Mr. Grant sat looking at his laptop.
“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.
I moved to the back of the couch, leaned over and gave him a brief kiss on the lips. He reached over the back to my ass and squeezed on my cheek.
“In the mood again?” he asked. “What will that make it?”
“Three, but uh, not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” I said. Start with something easy, I told myself. “I was talking with Ethan and he thought we should all go out. Especially now that I can legally drink at a bar.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“Good, well, there’s something else,” I said. I scratched at my calf with one of my toes as I shifted on my elbows against the couch. I looked at his screen and saw that he was looking at restaurants.
“What is it?”
“Well, he said something about a birthday spanking. He asked if I was getting one and I told him I wasn’t sure. Is that something, I don’t know, you’d want to do?”
“Do you want one?” he asked. “It can be our little tradition.”
“Well, I mean, it would be okay,” I said.
“But do you want it?”
“Maybe a little,” I answered.
“That’s okay. It’s okay if you want it. It’s no big deal.”
“Okay,” I said.
He took hold of the back of my head and pulled me into another brief kiss before we pulled apart from each other. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
“Are you sure you have to go back?”
“I do now, but we can play in five minutes,” I said.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Actually,” I said. “Maybe you can help me now.”
I took hold of his wrist and tugged a little. He set the laptop on the coffee table before he got up, stepped onto the couch, then over it as I stepped away still holding on to him. He pulled me back into his embrace. I felt his shirt against my bare back, his crotch against the thin material of my briefs. We walked like that into the guest room. I picked up the headset. He moved around me, his body scraping over mine. As I sat in the chair he moved down to his knees. He spread my legs, untucked my hardening dick from the white material.
“Are you still there?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m still here,” Ethan said.
Mr. Grant took the head of my dick into his mouth and I felt a little release, a tickle, that ran through my balls, my asshole, and up my spine. He sucked a little. I took a deep breath.
“What’s going on over there?”
“Nothing,” I said. “He said I could have a birthday spanking.”
Mr. Grant untucked my balls and began to lick at them. I shivered a little before I unpaused the game. I focused on the screen. Mr. Grant got my dick wet before he put it back in his mouth, went all the way down to my balls. I felt part of me in his throat. It was warm and wet. It felt like I was being pulled down into my skin, my dick was like a straw. He moved back a little, suckled on the head, then nipped at it a little to tease me before he moved to my balls and took them in his mouth one at a time. My hard dick stuck out across his cheek.
“I don’t hear you talking,” Ethan said.
I had managed to keep focus on the game but that was all I could do.
“That’s because you’re not saying anything,” I said.
“Get your head back in the game.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I’m going to have to play some other time. I’ll talk with you later.”
I powered off the system as Mr. Grant took my dick back in his mouth. He grabbed at my thighs, twisted at the skin. He worked his hands up to my hips. I looked down as he looked up at me with wide open eyes. I loved the sight of him there. I dropped the controller to the floor, heard the batter compartment bust out, but I thought it was a worthy sacrifice as it broke. He reached up to my nipples. I grabbed at his warm hands, interlaced my fingers with his. My nipples were hard and pointed.
He pulled back one last time. He pulled me through those few sensitive ends as I shot ejaculate into his mouth. It was an intense orgasm. He nursed at the sensitive head for a little bit until he sucked everything out of me, then he got up and put his lips to mine. We kissed. I could taste myself on his lips when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He pulled away, his breath against my lips.
“I’m next,” he said.
He took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand to his crotch. I grabbed at the bulge there before I went to his belt with my second hand. It was easy to get his jeans and boxers down to his ankles as he slipped off his shirt, dropped it to the floor behind him. His dick was hard and leaking. I moved forward on the chair as he angled it to my lips. I nibbled at the head, licked around the sides, slid down to the base with my lips. I took each nut between my lips as his hands went from my shoulders to my hair. I knew he liked the feeling of control but he wouldn’t push me too far. I let him signal for me to resume work on his dick.
I held my lips just tight enough that there was resistance against the head of his dick as I slipped the first inch into my mouth. I stuck out my tongue enough to cover my bottom teeth as I sucked as hard as I could. I worked him like that for a long time before I relaxed and let him slip a little farther into my mouth. By then the saliva had built up and I could feel it running from my mouth.
All the way to his balls, I did my best to hold him there, let my body’s own natural reaction try to pull him into me as if I was swallowing him. He let out a moan. I grabbed his slightly hairy ass cheeks, felt his tensed muscles. It is easy to think he had the power at that moment but I knew the truth as I felt him spasm. He pulled back as more ejaculate filled my mouth. I swallowed it down, ran my hands down to his knees, then back up to his thighs. I looked up to him as he opened his eyes and smiled at me.
He squatted down to me and we kissed again before he pushed me away, a string of spit and ejaculate between us that fell down over our chins, onto my thigh, and the floor.
“That was good,” he said.
“That’s three,” I said.
“We’re going to sleep good tonight,” he replied.
I watched him pull up his jeans and underwear before I tucked my own dick back into my own. He picked up his shirt, started to put one arm down the sleeve.
“How about we order in for dinner?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said. I thought about Ethan and I hoped he was still playing online. “But I want to see if I can get back to my game.”
Mr. Grant stepped to me, brushed his thumb over my cheek, then walked from the room. I was back online in a few minutes but I couldn’t find Ethan so I settled for playing against strangers for another hour before giving it up.
That night was uneventful as we both felt tired and stuffed after dinner. After the day we had together it felt like enough to just be able to get into bed with him, tug at his dick a little, and then fall asleep in his arms. The following days were full of work, school, and only a few orgasms so by my birthday I was feeling pretty horny. We met Ethan outside a French restaurant downtown. We stood around Mr. Grant’s car in the parking lot. I had told him to wear his best shirt and tie. I was pleased when I saw him and the gift in his hands. I couldn’t help but notice the curve of his ass.
“This is for you,” he said.
“Of course,” I said taking the gift.
“But you should open it later.”
“Right, besides Mr. Grant said he had something for me at home too.”
I gave a mischievous look to Mr. Grant who only nodded before he unlocked his car and took the present from me. He set it in the backseat, closed the door, and locked the car with his remote. It felt so good to be standing there with them, to know we had this little secret between us.
The restaurant was up scale. Ethan and I both deferred to Mr. Grant who made the recommendations and ultimately ordered for us along with a bottle of wine. The conversation was easy as I let them catch up even though I knew everything about what each of them had been doing. When the waiter brought the wine we toasted to my twenty-first birthday. I was instantly reminded of the spanking I had asked for and I winced a little as our glasses touched together. We made small talk after the toast and when the food arrived we fell silent for a long time, offering only a few compliments as we ate. The lull was finally broken as we got close to being done with our entrees.
“Are we going out to a bar?” Ethan asked.
“Yeah of course,” I said.
“We have plenty of time,” Mr. Grant said.
“It’s not that, it’s just that I don’t think I’m dressed for it. I can’t wear this. Can I?”
“You’ll borrow something from me,” I said.
That seemed to settle any confusion. We skipped dessert. In the car I sat in the passenger seat, Ethan was in the back. Mr. Grant drove with a familiar, steady hand. It was dark out, the only light was from the dashboard and passing street lights. I was about to pull out my phone to check for messages, maybe play a game, when Ethan handed his present up to me. I took hold of it, placed it on my lap.
“Can I?” I asked.
“Why not?” Ethan asked.
“I don’t know.”
I looked to Mr. Grant expecting him to offer some advice, some recommendation, about the proper thing to do, but he didn’t. I tore into the wrapping, pulled it from an oblong box. I picked up the lid, let it drop between my knees.
“What is it?” Mr. grant asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Take it out,” Ethan said.
I probed inside to feel a wooden, flat surface that had indentations and marks in it. It felt like the indentations should make letters, but nothing I was familiar with so I looked back to Ethan hoping he would offer some answer but he didn’t. That’s when my fingers reached the tapered bottom, ran over the handle with a ribbed grip.
“Oh my fucking god! Is this--”
“A real frat paddle,” Ethan said.
“Just what every boy wants for his birthday. How’d you get it?”
“Well,” Ethan said. “It was by sort of dubious means.”
He sat back and I looked to him. I wanted to hear the story. He waved me away and said he’d tell me another time, but asked if I’d like to try it.
“I haven’t had my birthday spanking,” I said.
“It stings pretty bad,” Ethan said.
“You’ve tried it? You didn’t tell me.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
I turned the paddle in my hands, felt the weight of it. I toyed with it for the rest of the drive as I tried to imagine some scenario where Ethan might steal or otherwise come upon a Greek paddle but I couldn’t think of one.
When we got home I placed it back in the box, unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car feeling as if I was carrying something nefarious with me. I was the first one at the door and the first one inside. I headed to the room I shared with Mr. Grant to get a change of clothes for myself and Ethan. I was surprised when they both followed after me.
“Let’s get the spanking out of the way,” Mr. Grant said.
“Right now?” I asked.
Ethan grinned at me. I thought it might happen after we got back, when I was drunk and it wouldn’t feel as bad, but then I remembered Mr. Grant’s rule about not mixing alcohol and spanking. I was ready to do it, though I felt a little self-conscious because Ethan was there as well and I hadn’t really been spanked in front of him, anyone. He had been spanked in front of me and it had been intensely erotic.
“Okay,” I said.
“Do I get to stay?” Ethan asked.
“Of course,” I replied.
“What kind of spanks do you want?” Mr. Grant asked.
“How many are there?”
“Your age plus one or two, sometimes the spanker even spells out Happy Birthday,” Ethan said.
“Well, I’m glad I’m turning 21 instead of 60,” I said.
They both laughed at me for a moment before getting serious. I looked from one to the other as they studied me. I didn’t want to be a chicken, but I didn’t want to walk funny the rest of the night either.
“Briefs,” I said, “with the paddle in the kitchen.”
Ethan smirked at my suggestion. Mr. Grant nodded, took the box from me and walked out of the room. Ethan turned on his heels. I followed after them, stopped in the doorway. Mr. Grant set the box down on the small kitchen table, opened it, and took out the paddle. It looked more intimidating in the light as I could see the insignia, the length and the width. He swung a few times to feel the weight of it, gauging the amount of force needed. He motioned for me to move to him so I did, positioned myself just where I thought I needed to be. I looked back to Ethan who stroked his chin to try help keep himself from laughing.
“Assume the position,” Mr. Grant said.
I turned away from them, opened my pants, and bent over exposing my brief clad ass, sure that they had a good view of my cheeks.
“Don’t worry, these aren’t punishment spankings. They’re celebratory.”
It was little comfort. The first crack felt a little weak so I knew he was holding back. The pain didn’t linger. The second one came with a little more force but it wasn’t bad, just hurt a little. He got to ten and Ethan started to count out loud. He got to fifteen and I started to count along with gritted teeth.
At twenty I was glad it was almost over but then I heard him say to stay in position as I needed, “one to grow on”, so I balled my fist. He whacked me for twenty-one, and then again for that extra boost. I shook my head and pushed myself up, turned and reached to my ass, rubbed at the warm flesh. Mr. Grant looked over the paddle, tested it again. Ethan smirked a little. I tried to see if he had an erection at all but I couldn’t see. There was only one thing left to do.
“How about you try a few licks?” I asked Ethan.
“What? Me?”
I nodded.
“Okay,” he said, “but just a few. Mr. Grant can give them if he wants.”
I was a little disappointed that he asked for Mr. Grant instead of me but I realized he knew Mr. Grant might be easier, a little more judicious because I wanted just a little bit of vengeance for giving me the thing. I stepped aside and motioned for him to take my place. He moved to the table and bent over.
“Oh no, it has to be either underwear or bare,” I said.
Mr. Grant looked to me with a raised eyebrow. Ethan complied though, quickly pulled his pants and his underwear down to show a bruised, slightly beaten ass.
“Just when did you get this paddle?” I asked.
“A few days ago,” Ethan answered.
Mr. Grant stepped into place and I moved back to the doorway to get a nice view. I watched Mr. Grant measure first, slightly touching Ethan’s round cheek, before he struck. One, two, three, four, and five, then it was over. Ethan howled at the last one before he got up, rubbed at his ass.
I laughed a little at him before I moved to behind his back, took him by the arm and said we should go get changed. He hobbled a little so I gave him a quick slap on his still bare bottom to get him moving. He stepped a little faster as we headed to the bedroom.
Once we were there I noticed he had one hand down over his crotch and I realized the slow motion was because of him trying to hide an erection and not because of the pain. He looked away from me embarrassed. I shook it off and went to the drawers where I pulled out jeans and shirts, tossed them on the bed. I kept my favorite for myself. He looked them over but somehow being there with him reminded me of a locker room so I just stripped down to my underwear.
When he saw I wasn’t being bashful he began to undress. He got down to his boxers easily and it gave me an idea. I asked him if he’d like to try a pair of briefs. He shook his head at first so I teased him a little. Finally he pulled off his boxers and tossed them at me. They hit me right in the face so I laughed back as I tossed them to the floor. I pulled out two clean pair of briefs. I tossed one back to him and kept the other for myself. He picked up the fabric and looked it over.
“It’s simple,” I said.
“I know how underwear works. It’s just, don’t you feel kind of vulnerable in them? They aren’t very big.”
“Not your size?” I asked.
“A little small, but really I mean, I don’t know.”
“Don’t you think I look good?”
He laughed it off. I dropped mine to my ankles.
“Now that’s a nice sight,” Mr. Grant said from the door.
We looked to him, then to each other’s bare, red butts. We let out a laugh, moved closer, hip to hip. I put my arm around his waist and he slipped his over my shoulder. I looked down at Ethan’s dick and felt my own beginning to stiffen. We looked back to Mr. Grant who only shook his head.
“Take a picture,” I said.
“Yeah,” Ethan added.
“Really?” he asked.
We agreed and a moment later Mr. Grant pulled out his phone and took a picture of us hip to hip with our asses on display.
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