My younger friend had shown that he was more than willing to alow me to fulfil my fantasies and do in reality that which had been on my mind for as long as we'd been going around with each other - namely to put him across my knee, take down his tight shorts and administer a friendly but nonetheless effective spanking on his plump, well-rounded bouncing bottom! The afternoon of our trip to the lake and the ensuing bare-bottom experience had been a milestone for me. The first time I'd ever delivered an 'official' spanking - and I wasn't going to let it stop there!
The relief and lessening of tension between us was amazing for my part. I cannot of course account for his own feelings on the subject that fateful first time, but it was only a week or so later that we were once again in my apartment in front of the video watching some movie or other and having a couple of beers. His birthday was only two days away and I'd already thought of a new way to broach the subject of spanking before too long a time had elapsed from the first session over my knee. I knew that I would have to keep the subject alive or else it would be too difficult overcoming his embarassment at having had to accept the fact that he enjoyed draping himself over my knee, having me bare his buttocks and giving him a resounding spanking just for the hell of it.
'You know what they do in the USA when it's your birthday?' I asked, a wicked gleam in my eye.
'No - tell me' he said.
'I've read about it somewhere' I said. 'They have birthday spankings. You get a spank for every year and sometimes another one for luck!'
'And I suppose you think I should get a birthday spanking this year then?' he replied.
'Not a bad idea' I said. 'Only two days to go and I'll give you one before you open your proper present'
'That means 29 spanks then' he said. 'And I'm sure you'll want to give me the one for luck as well!'
I knew I had him on my hook again. This early in the development of our new 'hobby' I couldn't be sure that I was going to succeed in making his sessions over my knee a regular occurrence. I had to play it carefully. I didn't want to scare him off but I really wanted to get at that bottom again. I could hardly wait for two days to pass. As it happened I didn't have to!
He looked at me and grinned. 'Thirty spanks are going to make your hand just as sore as my bottom!' he pronounced.
'Not necessarily' I replied. 'I don't have to use my hand!'
'What will you use instead?' he asked, shifting around a little in his seat. He was far more interested than I had at first perceived.
I stood up and went into my bedroom. I keep a drawer full of various books and toys for the children of friends who visit. It's always a good idea to have a drawer the kids can turn out and occupy themselves with while the parents are talking and having a drink or two. There was a table-tennis set in that drawer and two nice table-tennis paddles, plywood covered with thin rubber. Not the expensive padded kind but the cheaper kind that weren't perhaps much good for playing table-tennis but which were quite perfect for swatting a bottom in need of spanking!
I brought one of the paddles back into the room with me. 'I thought this might be appropriate' I said. 'Make sure it's your bottom that feels the spanking and not my hand' I was getting excited. As well as the usual reaction inside my pants there was a strange tickling sensation in my stomach. I really wanted to paddle this guy's bottom and I knew I was well on the road towards actually doing the deed.
He took hold of the paddle and examined it. 'So this is what I'm going to meet in two days?' he asked.
'If you come here on your birthday you'll meet the paddle' I said. 'Of course, you could always take your birthday spanking in advance?' I was taking a chance here, but nothing ventured nothing gained. He was on the hook for a birthday spanking. He could delay it if he wanted but I was pretty sure by now that he wanted to receive it as much as I wanted to give it to him.
He looked at me and laughed. 'You'd like me to take it now wouldn't you?' he said. I nodded in reply. He stood up. I detected a faint blush. 'I'm in your hands' he said.
This was pure magic. Only a week after the first experience with his large backside I was once more going to be in control of his bottom, whacking away at it, seeing it change from pink to red, spanking away all my frustration with a willing friend on the receiving end. Surely this was now the ticket to a regular spanking friendship. This well-built muscular guy was once again about to bare his plump rear and present it to me for my enjoyment.
I didn't take him over my lap this time. Thirty swats with the paddle could be administered far more efficiently if I put him over my kitchen table instead. I told him I wanted him over the table and that he could take down his own pants and underpants this time. I said I expected him to be obedient and I heard no protest as he unzipped, lowered his pants and stepped out of them and then removed his underpants. I motioned him to walk into the kitchen and told him to lie across the table.
He did as he was told. I looked at this bottom on display and felt my _c_o_c_k_ harden. I told him to keep his legs together and then to stand on tiptoe. This made his bottom stick out most provocatively. There was no doubt about what was to happen next. Here he was, bare bottomed, positioned on the executioner's block and up on his toes to give his bottom an air of insolence that made the forthcoming spanking tastier than the most perfect gourmet meal.
I raised the paddle and gave him a smack right across both buttocks. He drew in his breath. 'This is going to be a lot different than last time' I said. 'This is going to sting my lad!' And I gave him a good hard swat on his right buttock and then another one on his left. That was three, and his bottom already bore witness to the spots where the paddle had struck home. He stayed on his toes, bottom perched provocatively outwards as I gave him two swats dead centre, then two in the same spot on his right buttock and two in the same place on the left. That was still only nine, twenty-one to go. Boy was he going to be spanked this time!
I placed two swats higher up on the left side and two more higher up on the right. I then gave him six hard ones, right after the other and across both buttocks. His bottom was really getting some colour now, and the area of redness had increased in size. He was still taking it in his stride, keeping his bottom positioned perfectly. Tempting me to spank more and harder.
I placed nine of the remaining eleven swats evenly over his cheeky bottom and finished up with two hard ones across both buttocks as a finale. I looked at his rear, it was red all over and it sure must have been stinging. I felt his spanked buttocks with my hand to get an idea of the heat I'd generated. This guy had one hot bottom!
'You can get up now' I said. He stood up and his hands went right to the seat of his discomfort. I could now see that he was as excited as I was.
'You're good at this aren't you' he said, gingerly rubbing his bottom and finding it hard to stand still.
'I can get better with more practice!' I answered, putting my hands behind him to get another feel of that deep heat which was all my own doing.