Single Ticket


by Spankjoy <Br467wq@hotmail.com>

He shouldn't have been where he was.

He had arranged to spend the day with an older friend whilst his parents were out with relatives until late evening. His older friend had cancelled the deal, but agreed to say he had been with him all day. And he had caught a train to the city.

Which brings us upto now. He got off the train and went to the cafe, took a pastry and a juice to the check-out, dug his hand in his pocket and found he only had just enough small change to pay. No wallet!

He was just 13. An attractive young boy, dressed on this hot day in white silky shorts, white T-shirt, white socks and trainers. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Fair skin. Back in his seat, he frantically searched his pockets, his face reddening. He only had a single ticket to town!

"Excuse me", a stranger said at the next table. "Is there a problem?" He had friendly eyes, was cleanshaven, perhaps 35.

"I've lost all my money!"

"Oh dear! Can I join you?"

Paul nodded. The stranger joined him.

"I'm in bad trouble. If my parents find out, I'll be caned so hard I won't walk for a week!"

"That strict?"

"Dad is."

"He canes you on your trouser seat?"

"Yeah. It was better when mum did it - when I was little."

"Oh, what did she do?"

"You know, pulled down my pants and smack my arse. Least it didn't cut me or keep me in. What am I going to do?"

"Well, it seems to me you have been naughty. Agreed?"

"Yep."

"So you should be punished."

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know if I ought to suggest this. We don't know each other..."

"Go on..."

"Well, I could take you back to my place and look after you for some of the day and do a bit of punishment for you, without using the cane, then give you the fare home - and perhaps a bit extra for the other money you lost... but..."

"But what? Seems a good enough idea to me..."

"But I could get into bad trouble if..."

"I'd never tell anyone, if that's what you're thinking. I know I deserve some punishment..."

"I'd have to be sure you were going to do what you were told..."

"Anything except the cane..."

"OK. You have a deal. My name is David."

"Paul".

They shook hands.

***

It was a short bus journey to David's suburban road. He had a first floor flat. David led Paul into the living room.

"Would you like a cold drink?"

"Please David."

"Sit yourself down. I'll be back in a moment. I need to change into something cooler."

David came back with iced drinks. He'd changed into shorts and a sports shirt.

"Hairy legs!" Paul said cheekily.

"Unlike yours," David said, sitting next to Paul on the settee and patting his smooth knee.

"So how are you going to punish me?" Paul asked.

"Mainly by embarrassment."

"How do you mean?"

"Some pain, but more ... embarrassment."

"Oh." Paul didn't really understand.

"Like, I will give you instructions, which you have to obey, but which will make you feel kind of... shy."

"Oh. Like dares?" "

"Sort of."

"Go on then!"

"You're keen to be punished?"

"I just want to get it over with."

"I see. Well let's start by insisting you answer some personal questions truthfully."

"OK."

"When did you last get caned?"

"Three months ago. I remember because it was Easter."

"How many strokes?"

"Cuts, not strokes - and they do cut. 8?"

"How long was your arse sore for?"

"Ten days at least".

"How long is it since you were last spanked on the bare bot?"

"Oh, must be two years."

"Did your mum just take your trousers and pants down, or take them off?"

"Actually, it varied. Mainly to my knees or ankles. A couple of times I had to take them right off."

"It hurt?"

"At the time it stung like hell, but you were OK quite quickly."

"Got hairs on your dick?"

"David!" Paul looked shocked.

"It's a truth test. No secrets from me today."

"Well, only just starting"

"Can make sperm?"

"I can, yes."

"How often do you wank?"

"Generally once a day." Paul flushed a little.

"You wanked today?"

"No. I haven't wanked for a couple of days, to tell the truth."

Paul found he wasn't resenting the questions. It was actually quite nice to talk honestly, something he could never have done at home.

"What do you think about when you wank?"

Paul really did flush now.

"Difficult question?"

"Well, I guess you did say you'd embarrass me..."

"Other boys?"

"How did you know?" Paul was started.

"I used to do the same. What do you imagine doing with them?"

"Well - stripping them off..."

"Against their will?"

"Sometimes, sometimes not."

"And doing what?"

"Sometimes you imagine spanking them..."

"You naughty boy! On their bare bottoms?"

"Yes."

"How old are these boys?"

"13, 12, 11."

"Well well. So you see why I might like the idea of spanking you."

Paul's eyes opened wide. "You're going to spank me...? On..."

"On the bare behind."

"Oh. My!"

"And the first stage in that, young man, is to take a look at the bottom I shall be spanking. Wriggle round and lie over my lap."

Paul placed himself over David's lap. He really did have a very beautifully curved and gently prominent young bottom. David put his hand on the seat of Paul's white shorts and stroked his two buttocks gently. "That feel OK?"

"It feels kinda _s_e_x_y, David," Paul said.

David went on stroking. "It's making my dick go hard, Paul," he said.

"You're not the only one," Paul replied.

"You have the most beautiful little arse," David said. "what are you wearing under these shorts? I can feel something."

"Blue Y-fronts."

"Right." David let his hand wander down between Paul's thighs for the first time, tickling to the back of his scrotum. Paul moaned with pleasure and thrust himself onto David's lap.

"Can I slip your shoes off?" David asked.

"Sure," Paul replied. David unlaced his trainers and pulled them off, letting them drop onto the floor.

"I'm getting hot," Paul said.

"In more ways than one," David said. "Sit up and I'll take off your T-shirt."

Paul turned and sat side-saddle on David's lap, putting his hands out so David could take off his T-shirt.

"I can see your little hard-on now," David said, looking at the front of Paul's shorts.

"And I can see your big one," Paul said.

"Cheeky!" David said, tickling his bare ribs so he wriggled all over the sofa, and gently smacking his bottom.

"Stop!" Paul said. "I'm sorry."

"You will be!" David said, lifting the wriggling boy back onto his lap. "I think we'll take off these shorts now as a punishment. Lie back across my lap."

Paul lay back over David's lap, his pelvis exactly on his lap.

"That hard-on really shows," David said. "Can I feel it?"

Paul looked David deep in the eyes and was silent; then he grinned, then he nodded.

David gently probed Paul's shorts, squeezing the young tube and rubbing between his legs.

"That's so nice!" Paul said.

"It will be even nicer when I have your shorts off," David said, undoing Paul's top snap and unzipping his fly. "Lift your butt!"

Paul lifted his hips and David hauled down his shorts and took them off his ankles. He had Paul in his blue undies and white socks, lying peacefully across his lap, with a brisk little boner. He could almost have come in his pants.

"Let's get some lunch," David said, needing a break from the intensity. "Do you mind if I strip to my Y's too?"

"Fine," Paul said, sitting up.

***

Neither had much respite from raging erections during lunch. The sight of each other in underpants and socks was too overwhelming.

When lunch had been cleared away, David took Paul to his bedroom, where he had a double bed. He sat on the edge of one side of the bed and had Paul lie across him, face down. "Now," he said, "let's feel this little arse of yours some more."

The thin blue cotton concealed little. He was even able to press down and tickle inside Paul's cleft. Without the shorts, there was also more thigh, and soon his hands were sliding up under the Y-fronts to stroke a little bit of hot buttock.

"You know, Paul," David said, "I don't think you need those socks. Kick your legs back."

David removed Paul's white socks and let them slide to the floor.

"Let's try some spanks now," David said. He began to spank the seat of Paul's underpants, at first slowly and gently, then much harder. Eventually, after one spank, Paul yelled "Ouch!"

"I finally got to you, did I?" David said. "Let's have these pants off and see the damage."

He hauled Paul's pants down from underneath - and off his ankles.

"Oh my!" he said. "What a wonderfully red little butt. Would you like something cool and soothing on it?"

"Please! It's burning."

"OK, come off my lap and I'll get something from the bathroom."

Paul slid off David's lap and sat, naked, on the bed, his dick hard.

"Oh boy!" David said. "Nice dick! Wait a moment."

When he came back from the bathroom, David was naked too, his long hard hairy dick sticking out in front of him.

"Oooh!" Paul said, "Can I touch it?"

"Sure," David replied, standing between the boy's legs, his dick almost touching his lips.

Paul felt and squeezed. A drop of pre-cum emerged. "Lick it," David said, "it tastes OK."

Paul licked. "It's salty," he said.

"That's right. Now..." He produced a towel, sat on the bed, put the towel on his lap. "Lie face down over me again."

Paul did this. David gently massaged the soothing cream into his hot buttocks. "Paul," David said after a while, "I'd like to see your arsehole. Can I?"

"Oooh!" Paul said. "That's disgusting, David."

"You can see mine afterwards."

"I can?"

"Yep."

"Oh, all right then. How..?"

"Kneel on the bed with your knees apart and bend right forward."

Paul did this. David knelt on the floor behind him. Paul's arsehole was perfection, small, ruddy, tight. David started massaging into the cleft now. Then he took out some lube and gently rubbed it round Paul's anus. "Oh," Paul said, "that's so weird."

David pressed his finger into Paul's anus, still wriggling it. He was suddenly inside.

"Oh, YES!" Paul said, "that's so dirty. I love it."

David's finger started sliding in and out at speed whilst David wanked Paul with the other hand.

David withdrew his finger. "Want to play with my arse?" he asked.

"Yes," Paul said.

They swapped places and Paul started to lube David so Paul's finger was soon inside him.

"David," Paul said, "can I put my dick inside you?"

*** ***


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