"Let's play a game," I said to Mack, who looked at me weirdly. I knew he hated games. "A spanking game."
"Ooh, my dick likes the sound of that," he replied in a playful manner.
"Here's how it works; you know the Tumblr account I have dedicated to spanking?" I questioned him before getting too in depth with the instructions.
"Yes, it's fucking hot," he replied.
"Good, because I follow a lot of accounts on there. So I'm going to lay across your knee, and every time we see a dick, or ball of some sort, you spank me ten times. If after ten pictures we haven't seen a dick or ball pic then it goes down to nine, and so on. If there are five dicks/ball pics in a row, then it goes up a number. And eleven means the hairbrush, twenty, the belt, and if I get down to one, I put my underwear on, and we start again. If there are any pics with cum in them, I automatically go up one tally."
"Holy shit, we get to look at porn, I get to smack your bare backside, and it's all for fun?" My overly excited boyfriend asked me.
"Yeah, all the while, we're both getting off," I announced, and his face lit up.
"Let's do this!" He said and we both stripped off our clothes. I laid across his knees and our cocks were touching. "This is the only way I'll ever spank you."
"So soak it all up," I replied and you could tell he was going to.
I won't go into detail on how it went, because it went on for hours, but it's a fun game we do every one in awhile, and my ass actually does hurt afterwards. Almost worst than a real spanking sometimes, especially when there was a video of multiple guys fucking, and ultimately, cumming. Either way, it was fun for both of us, and gave me a red ass to make him happy, and me happy. I do love that little bit of pain you feel after a spanking in your ass, it's like a reminder, but it feels good. So this game me that, but it was fun.
The rest of the day we weren't sure how to pass it. It was a Saturday and we were bored. We watched some Netflix but there's only so much you can watch, we had sex already and we didn't like fucking too often because it wasn't as special that way. So we each did our own things, he went and worked out, and I went to write a couple songs.
I sat down on our bed and was writing a song. It wasn't any good and I got a little frustrated. I picked up my phone and it was acting up, I got even more frustrated. So I sat on the bed and started thinking about the soreness on my ass. It was still slightly red from earlier, and still had that little bit of pain. It turned me on so quick. I pulled down my pants and underwear and laid there thinking of being across my sexy boyfriends knee, and his hand coming down on my bare ass or using the hairbrush on me. It didn't take me long before I was really close to cumming, like really close. I started to moan, and play with my balls which only made me moan louder, and louder until I shot my load on my chest. Just as I did, Mack walked in and saw the cum on my chest. He was furious, I could tell.
He grabbed me and threw me across his knee, my bare ass in the air. His hand crashed down on my bare ass over and over again. I begged with him to stop, that I was sorry for jerking off without him, but he kept spanking. I started crying, and he stopped spanking. He ordered me to the corner this time, and I obeyed instantly. I stood there for twenty minutes. Mack sat behind me jerking off to my red bare ass. See how I liked it. When he came, I was allowed to come out of the corner.
"See how it feels?" He asked me. I nodded in response. I learned a lesson. My first spanking that ended with tears, and a lesson. I felt accomplished. Like I did the one thing I wanted to do for a long time. "I told you I wouldn't do that, but don't ever jerk off, or cum without me." I could tell on his face that he meant it. "It's no different than my sex dream." And with that he kissed me and told me that we needed to clean up the cum that was everywhere on both of us and the sheets.
I love that kid. He just gets me, and knows how to spank me. He stopped right before I couldn't handle it anymore. Who knew you could get so lucky?
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The Spanking Chronicles of Joseph LeBlanc
General FictionJoseph is a normal 18-year-old kid, who is trying to figure out what he wants in life, where he should be, and who he is. Throw in a little hormones, spankings, and sex and you've got one fucked up kid.