Stripped and Spanked by The Boss (Gay, Discipline, Spanking)

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Yet my cock was erect through the entire session, and I could feel his stiff shaft pushing up through the lap of his pants. It was made even worse by the unusual frequency of insults and remarks thrown my way by Kyle, who was clearly out to get me. We tried to leap swiftly to our feet but gasped as movement reignited fires in our behinds and slowed us down so that we were still getting into a suitably submissive standing position when he entered the room.

My somewhat curly hair didn't fall straight down, but it was often sticking out from my head in a messy tangle.The cane was wielded with equal ferocity and on the raised, pulsating ridges on my flesh, it delivered an even more agonising sting which drove me to writhe and squeal as six cuts given at an oblique angle, cross-hatched the initial half dozen welts on my rear. Lance smoothed down the bed clothes and then took three pillows and placed them one on top of the other in the centre of the bed. Try to keep your feet on the floor, but get your ass up good and high so that I have a proper target. Washed, dressed in our more familiar jeans and shirts, and having checked carefully that we’d left the bathroom spotless, we presented ourselves once more in the kitchen where Crichton was seated at the table with another guy, drinking coffee. My eyes and hair were dark, and I had a sort of olive complexion that came from my father's Italian side of the family.

GayDemon's Stories: On this page you can find erotic fiction where you can read about men getting spanked, whipped and gay corporal punishment listed by date. You’re not supposed to enjoy this laddie,” he laughed, though we both knew that was indeed part of the game, “I can see that firmer measures are required. I was sometimes in their small office sorting receipts, sitting at the same table that my two colleagues were using. Whatever, it would be “highly desirable in a sought-after location” in Estate Agent parlance, no doubt. Still nervous but excited the whole drive over I arrive at his house and text him that I am outside.

We’d left school in the summer and begun our further education courses back in October, both living at home since the University we were attending was in our home city. Ron, Sam and I visit the cottage and meet someone unexpected which leads to an orgy of pain an punishment. So I made a post about the story of my first tickling experience that people seemed to like so I figured I would tell the story of my first spanking too. With my parents going on a cruise of the fjords, I was asked to clear out his home and to realise the value of any belongings by selling them off or just arranging a house clearance.

A young guy, maybe in his early twenties, came up, clearly from his coal-streaked face and arms and grubby clothing, the coal-man’s assistant. Skintight jeans are a uniform though I have been told I wear mine disgustingly tight and should be arrested with indecent exposure.I picked up the slim cane which lay among scattered books and papers on Craig’s desk and contemplated the impending meeting between it and my bottom. He bent close and spoke softly into my ear so that I could only just hear his words as he told me in explicit and intimate detail precisely what he was going to do to me. I thought about pushing the tip of the handle in but instead decided to lash the martinet down on the waiting cheeks.

Feeling like I was in some nightmare, I stumbled over to where he was sitting, bent down, and gasped as he pulled me down with this iron grip, leaving me naked and flailing with my bare bottom positioned directly over his lap. We did a bit of jumping around while we waited for Santa to do his second visit, but were still cold by the time he came out. At this point, you may apologize to your wife for making this necessary, then place yourself over my knee so we can get started.You were checking me out when you saw me after the little accident with the coal-horse; and I was definitely checking you out when you were delivering the coal. Matt’s dick throbbed fit to burst as over and over and over again he spanked the heavy, wide belt across Lance’s rear end. I’d been punished by Craig’s Uncle Jim on a few occasions over the years when we’d both got into trouble and my dad had given his permission for me to get my arse tanned alongside Craig. It let out an offended bellow and reared up scarily before descending with a loud clatter of hooves.