Drama Class (Part 5)


by Bakerboy <Bakerboy17@hotmail.com>

Drama Class (part 5)

By the time the weekend came I was almost a basket case. No one had made any further attempt to contact me since finding that picture in my locker. Who ever knew my secret was being very secretive about it, which I took as a good sign. If they were that tentative about confronting me with the photo, I thought they'd be as tentative about spreading it all over school as well. However, I was still on pins and needles waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Monday morning came and everything was going fine until lunchtime. I made the mistake of checking my locker again and I found another copy of my web-site debut all folded up and laying on the floor of my locker. This time though, my tormentor had also written a note instructing me to be by the auditorium right after school. My stomach instantly twisted into a knot and my hands started shaking as I read the words. This nightmare was either about to end or take a sudden turn for the worse in just a few short hours. The only good thing about it was that I'd finally be able to identify who was blackmailing me.

When the last bell rang, my stomach immediately started rolling and I felt a little sick. Doing the best I could to suppress my fear, I slowly made my way to the auditorium and my waiting appointment.

The hall in front of the auditorium was filled with kids when I first got there and I leaned up against a wall where I could see everyone coming and going down the hall. Five minutes later, the hall was deserted and I was standing there alone just waiting for someone to show up.

Thinking I was being stood up, I had just decided to leave when this freshman came around the corner and walked right up to me.

"I'm glad you're still here," he said, flashing me this wide grin. "I got held up in Biology and it took longer for me to get here than I expected.

"You're the one who's been leaving me the notes?" I gasped. "You're just a freshman!"

"Yeah, I'm a freshman," he said with a grin. "And you need a spanking."

"Oh no," I flatly refused. "You're not spanking me."

The boy just started laughing. "Like hell I'm not," he said. "It's either that or I plaster your web photo all over the school for everyone to see."

I just stood there glaring at him. He had me over a barrel and he knew it. Either I let him do what he wanted or be exposed to the entire school. Some choice. He was a least two years younger than me and I wasn't about to let him give me a spanking. If anything, I should be spanking him.

"Well," He said, staring straight into my eyes. "What's it going to be?"

Again, I just stood there looking down at him without saying a word. It was like my brain wasn't connected to my mouth. Finally, after a long silence, I managed to say, "I'm not letting you spank me."

"Fine," he said, as this evil little smile spread across his face. "Then it looks like I've got a lot of photo copying to do tonight." He quickly turned and started to walk toward the doors.

I wasn't sure if he would actually post copies of my photo all over school or not, but he was certainly calling my bluff. Everyone in school was going to know my secret if I didn't let the little twerp give me a spanking. Being exposed wasn't an option I wanted to think about. Suddenly, panic began to set in as I watched him walk away.

"Wait!" I called, chasing after him.

The boy turned and flashed me another of those evil grins.

"Can we talk about this," I asked.

"What's to talk about?" He said. "Either you let me give you a spanking, and it has to be a real spanking, or I tell the world what I know. There is no other option."

I'd fully expected to get a spanking this afternoon from who ever had put the notes in my locker. If the truth were known, I'd been walking around school all day with an erection actually looking forward to crawling over a strange man's knee. Something about not knowing the man or what he was going to do was exciting. But, I expected a man not a boy. I'd feel silly over his knee.

"So," he said, "You going to do it or not?"

Feeling trapped, I said, "I guess I don't have any other choice."

"You don't," he said, grinning back at me. "Come on."

I followed him out of the school and had just crossed the parking lot when I said, "where are we going?"

"To my house," he explained.

"I hope no one else is there," I said, wanting to protect my secret.

"No one but me and your ass," he said, turning slightly to flash me his grin. "We'll have lot's of time for your spanking."

"Have you ever spanked anyone before?" I asked, trying to get a feel for what he was really into.

"Nope," he answered. "But I've always wanted to."

"Are you sure you know how to do it?" I asked. "After all, I don't want to get really hurt or anything thing."

"I've been on the receiving end often enough to know what to do," he said. "And I'm going to have a ball beating your ass."

"I'm sure you will," I said. "You just have to promise not to do any serious damage to my ass."

"Look," he said, "I'm going to give you a spanking that you'll never forget. What happens to your ass is your problem."

"Hey man," I said. "I'm only letting you spank me because I don't have any other choice. If you get carried away, the deal is over. Do you understand?"

"I won't get carried away." He said. "I promise you that. But, you are going to get a spanking just like I get from my Dad, is that clear?"

"Ok, OK," I said. "I understand. You are going to give me a real spanking. I just don't want to be really hurt. It might be a little hard for both of us to explain, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah," he said. "I know it would, but it won't get to that point."

"If it does," I insisted, "the deal is off."

Just then he turned and walked towards this big house on the corner. "This is where I live," he said. "I hope you are ready."

"I'm as ready as I ever will be, I guess," I said, following him through the front door.

Minutes later we were standing in his bedroom, where the event was to take place. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he said, again giving me that toothy grin. "Why don't you start by taking your clothes off while I go and get a few things."

When the boy left the room I slowly started undressing. That familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach flared and my palms started sweating as soon as I began untying my shoes. Deep inside I wondered if every boy had the same feelings when they were preparing for a spanking and how they coped with the emotions. Unfortunately, before I had both shoes off my feet, my _c_o_c_k_ began to grow and I was suddenly standing there with a large steel rod jutting out the front of my pants. Younger boy or not, I was getting into what was going to happen as soon as the he stepped back into the bedroom.

I was standing there in just my underwear (with the front bulging out) when he returned carrying a thick black belt and some rope. I'd never experienced a belt before, but I certainly remembered Steven's reaction when Lonnie suggested using one and immediately objected. "You're not using that on me." I said loudly.

"Yes I am," he said. "Remember, you're not in any position to make any demands like that."

"Come on," I whined. "Not with the belt."

With a very firm voice, he said, "just get those shorts down."

Hesitating for a moment, I just stood there looking at that belt as this feeling of panic slowly came over me. My experience with being spanked with a bare hand and a paddle hadn't prepared me for anything like what I was sure that belt was going to feel like. I just had to try one last time to talk him out of using it, and said, "please, not with a belt."

"Quit whining," he insisted, "and get your underwear off. Now!"

Seeing that I was not going to win the argument about the belt, I slowly lowered my shorts and let them fall to the floor around my feet. Moments later I was standing there completely nude with my errant appendage sticking straight out and bobbing up and down for the boy to see. The earlier panic I'd felt had suddenly turned to intense dread at what was going to happen.

"It appears that you do like being spanked don't you? He said, pointing to my aroused appendage.

Sheepishly I said, "it gets like that every time I'm spanked."

The boy just giggled. Instantly I felt very foolish. There was something about being exposed and about to be spanked by a boy that was at least two years younger than me that didn't seem right. Simply because of the age difference, I should be the one getting ready to spank him, not the other way around. If any of my friends found out about this I'd never be able to show my face at school again. Being spanked was one thing, being spanked by a kid was something else all together.

"Now," he said, sounding very much in charge. "Lay down on your stomach."

My stomach started rolling as I slowly got into position on the bed. In spite of my fear, my _c_o_c_k_ was still rock hard and pulsating between my legs. I wanted, no needed, to relieve the pressure that had been building up in my balls. The only thing I was hoping was that I wouldn't cum during the spanking. It was bad enough for the boy to have seen my excitement without him witnessing that as well.

Suddenly, the boy got up on the bed and sat down squarely in the middle of my exposed back. He had me completely immobilized by his entire body weight before I could do anything about it. Seconds later, he had one of my hands tied to the corner of the bed.

"Hey," I yelled. "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, he grabbed my other hand and quickly managed to get another rope around my wrist. I'd never been tied up before and didn't realize what he was trying to do until it was too late. Seconds later I was laying there with both arms tied to the bed.

"I really don't want you to move while you're getting the spanking," he said. "The ropes will make certain you don't."

"Hey," I protested. "You didn't say anything about tying me up. Let me go right now. I'm not going to do this any more!"

"Forget that," he giggled. "You're not going anywhere until after I spank your ass. So you might just as well lay there without fighting it."

"Come on," I begged. "Please let me up."

Bending forward he whispered into my ear, "Oh I will, when I'm through. I promise."

Panic set in for real and I started struggling for all I was worth. Unfortunately, the ropes held and all I did was exhaust myself in the effort. Once I calmed down and lay there without moving for a while, he stood up and finished tying my legs. Once he finished, I was spread eagle on the bed with my ass totally exposed for anything he had in store.

"Now that we have you secure," he said. "We can start your spanking."

Once again I pleaded with him to release me, promising not to move while he spanked me. From somewhere behind me he just laughed and all I could do was lay there and wait for the spanking to begin. For the first time, I was truly terrified at what he was going to do with me.

Moving to the side of the bed where I could see him, he said, "you don't have anything to be afraid of other than the spanking. I'm not going to hurt you and when I get done, you'll be free to leave. If you take the spanking well and let me do everything I want to, I'll forget I ever saw your picture on the web, OK?"

His words calmed me a little, and I said, "OK."

"The only reason I tied you up was to protect myself," he explained. "After all, you are several years older and a little bigger than I am. Without you being tied up, you could have over powered me and beaten me up or something. This way I can have my fun without worrying about what you could do to me."

He was right. Without being tied up, I'd have gotten up and kicked his ass all over the room and we both knew it. There was also no way I'd have willingly let him tie me up either. No, this kid did what he did because there was no other choice. Still, he couldn't be certain that I wouldn't get violent when he let me go and I'm certain that he had that covered as well.

"Before we get started," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm going to get comfortable, I hope you don't mind."

From my position on the bed I could still see that he was slowly getting undressed. It was very obvious after his pants went down that he was as excited as I was. Although his _c_o_c_k_ was smaller than mine in length, it was a lot fatter around. Silently, as I watched him, I wondered what it would feel like to have something that big around forced up inside me. In one way I wanted to find out, in another I didn't.

Once he was fully undressed, he picked up the belt and quickly gave it a few practice swings. Each time that belt made contact with the bed, it made a loud "WHOMP" and my stomach turned inside out.

"Now," he said. "You are going to get the same spanking I used to get from my old man when I did something wrong. Make all the noise you want because no one can hear you. At least, no one used to hear me when I got it and I assure you, I made a lot of noise."

"Just don't do it very hard," I said.

"After what you've done, young man," he said firmly. "You are going to get a VERY hard spanking."

"I haven't done anything," I insisted.

"Like posting your picture on the web isn't anything?" He explained. "If I'd done that my old man would have nearly killed me."

Before I had the time to respond, a sharp searing pain shot through my body as the belt made first contact with my ass.

WHAP!

I hadn't anticipated the blow and let out a loud howl, "Ahhhhhh!"

"See," he said. "I wasn't joking about the noise, was I?"

SMACK!

Another surge of white-hot pain sped through my brain. "Ooooooo."

"I'll bet you'll think twice before putting another picture out there for the world to see after this, won't you?"

WHAP!

SMACK!

SLAP!

Each time that belt made contact with my sensitive skin, I hollered like a stuck pig and writhed around as much as the ropes would allow. He'd only given me five swats and tears were already beginning to fill my eyes. Much more of this and I knew I'd be reduced to a blubbering fool.

SWACK!

"Arrwwwlll!"

WHAP!

"Aaaahhhh!"

"Now that you know what the belt feels like," he said. "I'll let you have a break before we finish it up."

My ass was on fire! He'd only hit me a few times, but I knew I couldn't take much more. The belt was MUCH worse than the paddle was, even when I'd pissed Lonnie off. I couldn't imagine anything could be worse than this.

I just laid there silently trying to control my tears and feeling sorry for myself. Without any invitation, the boy's hand made its way to my sore backside and gently kneaded the soft mounds of flesh. When his fingers edged between my legs and brushed the tiny opening, a wonderful sensation flooded my brain.

Responding to his gently probing finger, I let out a low moan of pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" He asked.

"Feels wonderful," I said, rocking my hips forward to give him better access.

Slowly and ever so gently he worked the tip of his finger into me.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" The boy asked, his finger still probing.

"Once," I answered. "About two weeks ago."

"Did you....did he....?" the boy said, struggling with the words.

"Yes," I said, answering the unfinished question. "Is that what you are planning to do?"

"No, I hadn't thought about that," he said, his voice filled with embarrassment. "Do you want me to?"

His finger never stopped moving and worked itself deeper into the exposed opening. The memory of how fat his _c_o_c_k_ was suddenly came back to me and I said, "No, you're too big. You'll split my ass in two."

"I doubt that," he said.

"Are you done spanking me?" I asked, wondering if the punishment was over.

He just laughed. "Are you kidding," he said. "You've got at least fifty more coming. I was just giving you a break. You're not even close to being done yet."

"Fifty more?" I protested, loudly. "I can't take fifty more!"

"Yes you can," he said, still working his finger. "You have no choice."

"Please," I whined. "I can't take any more with the belt."

"You should have thought about that before you took your picture," he calmly said. "Or did you forget about that?"

"I didn't mean anything by it," I explained. "It wasn't that bad."

"Oh yes it was," the boy insisted.

"I won't do it again," I said. "I promise."

WHACK!

"I'm sure you won't," he said. "But you're being spanked for doing it the first time."

SMACK!

WHAP!

"Aaaahhhh!"

WHOMP!

WHACK!

After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped. The fifty remaining swats were unbelievable. I was a mess, with snot and tears all over my face. The boy gently rubbed the angry skin as I worked to regain control of myself. This was, by far, the worst spanking I'd ever had and not one I wanted to repeat. My ass felt like it was on fire. I now knew why Stephen had been so insistent about Lonnie not using the belt and I certainly agreed with him.

Once I started calming down and my tears stopped, the boy started rubbing some lotion on my freshly spanked skin. I had to admit that it did take a lot of the burning sensation away. Still, his touch was almost enough to bring me to a new round of tears.

"Now," he said, continuing his massage. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Hell yes it was that bad!" I said, rather loudly. "I've never had anything that bad before."

Laughing, the boy said, "I don't feel the least bit sorry for you."

"That's real big of you," I said, not trying to hide the sarcasm.

Grinning back at me, he said, "I'll bet you won't put another picture of yourself on the Internet, will you?"

"You got that right," I said. "Never again, I promise."

Once again the boy's hand slowly made it way to the private spot between my legs. This time, because of the lotion, his finger slid in easily. Moments later, he'd gotten two of his fingers in and was gently probing the small opening.

Without saying a word, he quickly climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my open legs. Whispering in my ear, he said, "relax, this might hurt a bit."

Slowly, with a slight constant pressure, he forced his fat _c_o_c_k_ all the way into me until I thought I was going to split in two. He laid there without moving while I adjusted to his size. It hadn't hurt that much, but it still felt like he'd shoved a baseball bat into me.

When he started rocking his hips back and forth the pain really started, but he didn't stop and slowly started an in and out motion. After a few harrowing moments, the pain started to subside and he was soon giving me his all. Minutes later he erupted, filling my insides with his hot seed.

True to his word, he quickly untied the ropes that held my arms and legs. I almost didn't have the strength left in me to roll over, but I did and instantly regretted it. As soon as the sheets touched my freshly spanked skin, a new round of pain shot through my body and I practically hopped off the bed. Once on my feet, I just stood there gently rubbing my newly spanked butt.

During the spanking my _c_o_c_k_ had gone completely soft. Now, it had come back to life and was rock hard, begging for attention. Grasping the thing in my right had, I started pumping and seconds later unloaded onto the floor.

"I've always wanted to do that," the boy said, a grin spreading across his face. "Now you know what I've had to contend with from my old man."

"I don't envy you," I quickly said. "That hurt like hell!"

The boy let out a high pitched giggle and said, "I know."

Sheepishly looking back at him I said, "You really aren't going to put my picture around school are you?"

"Nah," he answered. "I never really planned on doing that. I just didn't know how else to talk you into letting me spank you is all."

Slowly, I bent down to pick up my underwear and started getting dressed. Pulling the shorts up over my sore butt was something I instantly regretted as a new round of intense pain ran through my body. "God _d_a_m_n_ that still hurts!" I half yelled.

Giggling again, the boy said, "I don't feel sorry for you. I've had that feeling a lot."

"So," I said, still dressing. "Your old man spanks you a lot?"

"Yeah," he answered. Flashing me a quick grin, he added, "I seem to need it a lot."

"You like getting spanked too?" I asked, almost not beleiving what I'd heard.

"Like isn't the right word," he explained. "It's more like need. I just don't feel right unless I get it about every two weeks. So, when I feel the need I just push my Dad's buttons to get him over the edge and afterwards, I feel better."

"Well, the next time you feel the need," I said. "Let me know. I owe you one."

"You spank too?" He said, almost in disbeleif?

"That's how I started," I said. "Spanking a friend of mine. Any time you want it, I'd love to get you across my knee."

He just grinned.

I finished dressing in silence. After I calmed down and washed my face I started to leave. Before stepping out of the door, I turned, flashed him a wide grin, and said, "Any time you need it, I'll blister your butt real good."

"I just might do that," he said, smiling back at me. "I'll let you know."


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