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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