My Dad made me go live with one of his Navy buddies to save money. My name is Josh. I'm 28. I went back to school to get my Master's degree. I never thought I'd do it, but I started hitting the books again last Fall. It's actually been much harder than I ever imagined. Anyway, my Dad's buddy is named, Stan. He's about 10 years younger than my Dad. Stan is early 40's. Rugged guy, likes sports, outdoors and that stuff. He never went to college - quit the Navy and has a good job in a construction company. He works as a Manager - meeting with architects, builders and all that. He's pretty smart in a lot of ways.
I couldn't believe it when my Dad wanted me to rent a room from him. Stan's got a great house that overlooks the ocean. I'd have a big room and run of the house. I just had to do some chores, keep my room and bathroom clean and study. My parents were helping me pay for school, so this was the tradeoff. I stayed with Stan so he could look after me and make sure I was making the grades.
Everything was great for a while. I was studying, working out, cleaning up the house, even making dinner every now and then. Stan was nice as could be. He always encouraged me to study and asked all about my classes. I even saw him looking through my books and reading my class notes. He was really interested.
All that changed. I guess it was really my fault. School started to get real hard. I couldn't keep up. I started to make friends with some of the undergraduates. The ones in Frats. They started asking me to skip class and hang with them around the house. We started staying out drinking and I'd end up sleeping late. I kept telling Stan I was at the library studying and kept saying how hard school was and all.
Big Mistake. One morning I overslept for my Accounting class and one of my friends called from her cell phone to make sure I was coming to take the test. It was for 30% of our grade. Well, it was raining so Stan didn't really have to go into work until later and he answered. He was shocked I was asleep and mad! He ran upstairs and yanked the covers off the bed. There I was in my briefs with a big morning hard on. Before I knew it, he had me yanked up by my hair and was yelling for me to get dressed and get to class!
I was so startled I just threw on my jeans, shirt, shoes and baseball cap and started out the door when I ran right into Stan standing outside my bedroom door.
"Where were you last night, boy?" Stan said
"I was at the library cramming for this test. I can't believe I overslept."
"You sure smell like beer to have been studying so _d_a_m_n_ hard."
"I went and got one beer. That's all. I promise." I said sheepishly.
"That's bull_s_h_i_t_, Josh! I know you've been _f_u_c_k_ing up lately. I thought you'd get over it, but you really blew this one! I want you to come home right after the test. Right home!"
_s_h_i_t_!! I couldn't believe I was gonna get lectured from some friend of my Dad's over drinking some beer. I hurried to the test. I only got through half of it before the bell rang. The most I could have scored would have been about a 70.
My heart was pounding when I got to the front door. I decided to walk in like nothing happened. There was Stan sitting on the couch reading a magazine. He looked up.
"Did you make the test, Josh?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry I...."
"Too late for that crap, son!" His voice was pissed off. He looked mad as hell at me. I thought he'd hit me or something. He got right in my face.
"I have a right mind to call your parents, Josh, but I think you'll come around with some help. I don't want to see you thrown out of school just cause you've been a _f_u_c_k_-up lately."
"A little bit?? At who's expense? Yours? Your parents? Mine? I won't put up with this _s_h_i_t_, Josh."
"Do you want me to leave, Stan?"
"No, I want you to _f_u_c_k_ing act your age! I don't want to hear _s_h_i_t_ from you, Josh. I basically want you to say, 'Yes, Sir' and get your sorry ass upstairs to your room!"
"You're grounding me?!"
"No, I'm gonna teach your ass a lesson. Now, no more discussion. Get your butt up stairs. Take off everything but your briefs."
"I am not going to....." I tried to sound defiant. But, Stan just pointed up the stairs.
"Get your ass up there, boy! No more whining or I'll give you some _s_h_i_t_ to whine and cry about."
I couldn't believe it. I was going to get my ass whipped? Maybe he was just trying to scare me. I decided to play his little game.
I got upstairs - took off my clothes and sat on my bed in my briefs. My _d_i_c_k_ was semi-hard from being nervous. I had a pretty good body - some hair on my chest, hairy legs and pits, a nice bush for those that got to see it and a good sized _d_i_c_k_ with a big head and hairy nutsac.
I heard Stan come up the stairs. When he opened the door I saw he had a belt in his hand. A wide leather belt with a big silver buckle. He told me stand up. He started lecturing me about my responsibilities and all that stuff. Letting everyone down. I couldn't take my eyes off of that belt. Was he really gonna whip me. I still thought maybe it was all to scare the _s_h_i_t_ out of me. The he said it.
"Get over my lap, son!"
He had sat down in the straight chair in my room. I hesitated for a moment.
"That'll be an extra 10 for not being obedient, Josh. Now one more time. Get over my lap, son."
I started over his lap. My _d_i_c_k_ and nuts right over his right leg. I guess Stan wasn't kidding. I was gonna get a hiding. And with my massive hangover it was gonna hurt like hell!
He started hit my ass with his hands, the whole time telling me what a _f_u_c_k_ up I was. How dissapointed he was in me. What high hopes we had. It didn't hurt that much and my head was pounding. Then....
"Are you listening, boy? What did I just say?"
I couldn't answer. I just stared there like a stupid kid. I shrugged my shoulders. I felt so stupid there in my briefs with the head of my prick making a small dent in them.
"Take 'em down, Josh. You need a good old fashioned tanning to teach you some respect and some humiliation."
I couldn't' believe what he said! I hadn't been this close and naked with a guy since high school gym class. I wasn't gonna let Stan see my _d_i_c_k_. Just then, Stan bolted up and said, "Take the _f_u_c_k_ing shorts down, Son! I am not asking you again!"
I started to take my briefs down to expose my _d_i_c_k_ and balls and my lightly hairy ass. I got back over his lap and then I felt him put his hand on one of my ass cheeks. He started to move his hand around. I felt him grip my nutsac and semi-hard _c_o_c_k_! He had some nerve! He positioned them to the other side of his leg. Then he spread my legs some and took both his hands and spread my cheeks.
I have never been so embarrassed. There was a grown man, my Dad's friend, staring at my hairy crack - obviously looking at my pink hole. All of the sudden, I felt a hand come crashing down on my right ass cheek. And then another and another! And I lost count.
They just kept coming and soon my breath was shallow and I could feel my body jump with each slap that got harder and harder.
Stan kept saying, "I thought you needed this for a long time, Son. You're gonna straighten up or you're gonna get a man beating!"
The blows kept hitting my ass and I couldn't say anything. All I could do was breathe. Thank God he was holding me tight so I wouldn't fall off his lap he was spanking me so hard.
"Get the _f_u_c_k_ over to the corner!" I got up and didn't know what to do so I went towards the corner. I felt his large hand on my head and he shoved my face into the corner. "Get your _f_u_c_k_ing nose in that corner, boy! You don't know who is boss and you don't know how to stay out of trouble!. Put your hands on your head and don't you dare touch your ass!"
I stayed like that for who knows how long. My legs were so tired and my butt ached and my head ached. I thought he'd leave me there forever, when I heard him come up stairs. I thought it would finally be over. Far from it!
"Bend over, Josh." I couldn't believe it. Bend over!! More?? I couldn't take any more.
"Please, Stan, I can't take anymore of your hand. I'm ready to drop. Please, Stan...."
"Stop, whining. Bend over and take your punishment like the man you almost are,"
I bent over and place my hands on my knees. "Show me that ass and I want to see your hole, boy!"
I spread my legs and bent over even more. Then it hit. A hard whack from that belt. It stung way more than the hand! They just kept coming and with each one I'd lose my balance and Stan would yell, "Stand up straight! You can't even get a whipping right!"
Finally, they ended. It was about 3:00 pm. "Get in the bed and I don't want to see you until Supper."
I got in bed, and before I knew it, I was crying into my pillow. Crying cause I'd let down my parents, teachers, Stan and me. I just kept crying and finally fell asleep.
You would have thought I'd learned my lesson! I wasn't that smart. Oh, it took a few more weeks. I was good for a while. I stopped going out with the Frat Boys so much. I was very sneaky.
One night we'd gone out and I woke up and I just wanted to skip class. I looked out the window and Stan's car was gone. I rolled back over and went to sleep.
Suddenly my door slammed open and Stan was in the doorway.
"Why aren't you in Finance Class, boy?"
I had to think fast. I couldn't _f_u_c_k_ up again, so I said, "I don't feel well. I'm really sick, Stan."
"What's wrong, Josh. Stomach, fever?"
"Fever, I think."
He came over and touched my forehead. He got a curious look on his face. He bent down.
"Smells like you're a little sick from some beer last night, Josh."
No, I'm really sick, Stan. I promise!" I was backpeddling in a big way!
Stan left for a moment and I thought I was home free. Then he appeared again in the doorway. He sat on the bed and started to rub my head. 'It was working. He thought I was sick. I couldn't believe I had fooled him!'
Suddenly, he pulled the covers back and I felt him place his hands on the waistband of my boxers.
"You said you were sick, Josh. I want to make sure. You may need to go to the doctor. Put your head on your pillow and don't say another word. Do you understand, Son?"
"Yes, Sir." I didn't know what else to do.
Then I felt my boxers at my knees and his big burly hands spreading my hairy crack open. I felt something cold on my puckered hole and something I hadn't felt since I was about five. A cold thermometer going up my chute!
"Hold still, Josh. Just seeing if you have a fever. Like you've been telling me."
I thought the spanking a few weeks ago was humiliating. I had a thermometer sticking out of my 28 year old ass crack while Stan looked at his watch counting the minutes. He finally pulled it out.
"Are you gonna keep saying you're sick, Boy? This reads 98.6"
I guess I'd lost. "No, Sir. I _f_u_c_k_ed up again, Stan. I thought you were gone for the morning."
He'd whipped off his belt and in one swing had it crashing down on my ass. He was using his full force standing above me to beat my ass with his belt. I kept moving and squirming.
"Stay, still, Boy or it'll be worse for you!"
I just kept feeling that belt whip my ass and my _d_i_c_k_ was hard as a rock! Stan was yelling at me and whipping me and I was begging for forgiveness and suddenly I felt my nuts start to rumble and a stream of boy cum shot out onto my sheets.
Stan stopped. He saw my hard _d_i_c_k_ and the cum still dripping from it. He silently left the room.
I just laid there and in a few minutes, I heard Stan in his room panting. His door was open and I walked quietly to the door and peered down the hallway and saw his legs on his bed. He was naked and he was jackin' on his _d_i_c_k_ and I heard him grunt and I knew he had shot a huge load.
Again, You'd think that even that would teach me. No. Only a month or so later, I forgot to clean up my bathroom for about two weeks. That's another story, but I can tell you that hurt, but I got to see Stan's _c_o_c_k_ up close!