David's Date with the Paddle


by Nathan <Nathan9001@yahoo.com>

David is his middle name, and his friends are going to paddle him. He doesnt know it of course, not yet anyway, but the board is made and its just waiting to turn his ass the color of a tomato. Bright red, intense, glowing even. Of course, he wont be allowed to wear his jeans, and his boxer shorts, the ones he loves to wear, will be coming down too along with the rest of his pants. His paddling will be bare assed, his legs spread and his ass perched up and begging for it.

The paddle is ready, and of course, his good friend Ronald is gonna do the swinging. He has to, because David needs the smacks, needs his ass tanned to make him get in line. After that, after the board has burned its way into his bubble butt, well, then after that he will understand. Sometimes it takes a paddle to get to a guy, to teach him what he cant learn otherwise. David needs the paddle, needs it bad and now he is going to get it.

He has a big _c_o_c_k_, and its uncircumcised, and he loves to jack it off when he can. He does it a lot, although he wouldnt admit that, but he does sure as _s_h_i_t_ he does, jerking his meat and grunting out his load. He loves the way it feels, loves the ecstasy as he dumps out his load, pumping it out as his right hand pumps his rod. Sometimes he even does it after he _f_u_c_k_s his girl, sometimes only a few hours after squirting out his load deep into her snatch. Yeah, he loves milking his own pole, and hes not against doing it with friends if the games are wild enough and the booze is flowing.

Yeah, David has the paddle coming. No doubt when it happens his rod will be as hard as a piece of steel. His legs spread, his hole open for all the world to see, and the paddle just painting his ass, left cheek----right cheek-----left check. On and on it will go. He will grunt when he feels the sting, holding the feeling in even as the pain burns across his posterior. The paddle that is waiting is a big one, made out of sanded hardwood, and it will burn his ass in a way that will consume his soul. David will buck his ass, jerk it up and down as he feels the board being swung into him, and he will yell it out like a bad little boy.

_f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKKKKK! he will scream as the board does its thing, the splat of wood against flesh carrying the burn into his soul. He has nineteen hits coming, nineteen whacks with the paddle, and he cant escape them and he cant prevent it. Its his due, and his legs will be spread wide and regardless of what he does his fanny will slowly turn from white to pink to red.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

One after the other, the board will burn and burn and burn. Oh, Davids ass will pump the air, and his stiff _c_o_c_k_ will rub on the lap of his friend who wields the board. Davids paddling is going to be done by his friend two handed....one hand on the board and the other hand on David's _c_o_c_k_, gripping his rod, holding his pole so he cant move away. As the paddle burns his ass he will jerk and twist, and if he does he will push his own prick through the oiled fist of his friend, even as embarrassing and as humiliating as it will be. His ass will rise up and down, and as it does his _c_o_c_k_ will go in and out, in and out. The paddle will burn between the bobbing of his ass, and the moving of his _c_o_c_k_, and yet as the pain intensifies and the struggles grow stronger and more violent, the gently motion of his _c_o_c_k_ will turn into something more. By the time its over he will literally have _f_u_c_k_ed the fist of his friend, even as he screams and begs for mercy from the onslaught that will consume his bottom.

His friends have put aside some rope, just in case, to hold their friends legs apart and to keep the inner portions of his ass open and exposed and eager even, so that the paddle can do its work and teach the lesson. The rope might not be needed, depending on David, but it will be there just in case, to hold him if necessary and to teach him the lesson. He needs this spanking, and if he needs the rope it will be ready.

David is a fun sort, and he has a hell of a body. He drives the women crazy, and the combination of his great personality and his hot body are very special and unique. He has the blond hair of the British male, which he keeps short and _s_e_x_y, and with his blue eyes and his two little piercings he is about as hot as a young male can be. He likes to booze it up, just like everyyone at the UNI does....a few beers and some hot girls and thats what life is all about. There are lots of crazy times, which I suppose is a part of being young and hot and _s_e_x_ual.

Still, there is more to life than girls and booze, and sometimes, sometimes a hot ass and a friend to teach the lesson are even more important, and the sting thats due is as important as anything else in life. Thats especially true when the board if being swung, when there is nothing else in the world but the board and your ass and the board and your ass. Perhaps its a need, a need to feel that sting, to jerk your ass and fight the sting even as your friend holds your _c_o_c_k_ and feels your struggle.

Davids time is coming. And he knows it, sure as _s_h_i_t_ he does, and the funny thing is that even though he kids about it, laughs it off and says YEAH SURE MATE........well, even so, his dick grows hard every time he thinks about it.

I wont be there to see it, unfortunately, and while Id love to hold his rod and feel his ass as it turns hot and red and glowing, Ill still be there in spirit thinking about it as it happens. His friends will do the deed, and tell me about it later, and David knows it and so do I. I might get lucky and catch a picture, maybe, but it doesnt matter if I ever see his ass.

Ill know its red, as red as a ripe tomato, and somehow I suspect that before its done the young man will pump out his load long before his ass is done and the spanking is over. Yeah, hell _f_u_c_k_ his friends fist, sure-as-_s_h_i_t_ he will, even though he wont want to, and in the end hell blow his wad as his ass bobs up and down and he begs for it to be over.

[Authors note: © Copyright November, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]


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