Giving the Spanking
by Chris
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
From the book, Spanking For Beginners
We were playing Paddle Ping-Pong, and it looked like I was going to
win, for a change. Not that I minded losing; Bill really knows how to
use a paddle. But I wondered what it would be like to give instead of
receive.
Well, now I'd get my chance, as I slammed the ball across the table
for the winning point.
"Ha!" I said, "I guess I'm gonna have some fun tonight!"
"Yeah" replied Bill, walking around the table. "But can you give
it as well as you can take it?"
"You'll see."
Bill embraced me and planted his lips on mine, his tongue straining
to tickle my tonsils. After several moments of this, he backed away
and, grinning, undid his belt buckle. His pants fell to his knees while
he turned and leaned over the table.
Pulling down his underwear, I admired the sight in front of me.
Bill has a well-formed ass, which tops two very muscular and tanned
legs.
"C'mon, Chris," he said, grinding his ass slightly. "Let me feel
it."
I was just a bit nervous. Gripping the paddle, I swung and smacked
his left asscheek.
"Aah!" he gasped in response.
I swung again, aiming for the right cheek. Then the left. Then
the right again. Each smack was answered by a loud gasp.
Bill's bottom developed a rosy glow from the paddling, and was
squirming with heated enjoyment. Not breaking my rhythm, I looked up,
and saw that his eyes were closed; his face had that look of calm
excitement. I smacked his ass again.
"Go a little lighter." he wispered, his eyes still closed.
I did as he asked, and also slowed my pace. From my own
experience, I guessed that he was reaching his limit, and didn't want to
get there yet. My arm was getting a little tired, and I realized just
how much work there is in giving a good spanking. But, on examining my
own feelings, I realized I was enjoying it. There's a satisfaction not
only in making his asscheeks glow, but also in knowing that I'm giving
him pleasure.
"Give me the last two hard!" He had reached his limit.
For a fleeting second I thought of swinging that paddle for all I
was worth. But that was not what we had agreed on, so instead I took a
deep breath and made the last two smacks just a bit harder than before.
I put down the paddle, and my arm fell to my side, worn out.
Bill just stood there, eyes still closed, wiggling his rosy
cheeked assmelons at me. I admired the results of my efforts. Finally
he stood up, pulled up his pants, and flowed into my arms.
"Thanks." he said. "Want a rematch tomorrow night?"
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