The Dream


by Bakerboy <Bakerboy17@hotmail.com>

The first thing I noticed about Larry was his butt. Looking back, I suppose that's what really attracted me to him in the first place. You see, I developed this fascination with spanking when I was about ten and I've always paid attention to peoples posteriors. Larry's was unique and all I could think about was what it would look like draped across my knee. The thought of seeing his little bum, covered with a nice rosy red, after spanking glow, kept my imagination running in high gear. Once I learned about _s_e_x_, I probably lost a gallon of spunk whacking away to visions of his upturned ass.

Of course, I had no idea about my _s_e_x_ual preference at the time. I was twelve and the only thing I thought about was his back end. It never occurred to me that we could do anything besides spanking each other and I was extremely afraid to approach him with anything like that. After all, I just couldn't walk up to him and ask him to hop across my lap. No, my secret had to stay hidden. I just couldn't talk to him about something like that.

Around the time we turned fourteen, he developed this interest in dreams and talked incessantly about what they meant. Every morning on the way to school I had to listen to him explain, in detail, the dreams he'd had the night before. Once he bought the dream book, I also had to put up with another dissertation about their symbolic meaning. All in all, I was pretty bored with the entire subject and really didn't pay very much attention to him. One day though, he told me about this recurring dream he'd been having and things changed dramatically.

I met Larry at the corner, like I always did, and we started the long walk to school. This day however, he seemed really down and hardly spoke to me for the first two blocks. For Larry, this was really unusual and I knew something was very wrong. Finally, not being able to take the silence any longer, I said, "What's wrong with you this morning?"

He just looked down at the ground and mumbled, "Nothing."

Stopping dead in my tracks, I said bluntly, "We've walked to school together every day for the past two years and normally I can't get a word in edgewise. Now, all of a sudden, you clam up and say nothing's wrong. That's a bunch of bull_s_h_i_t_! What is going on?"

"I had a dream last night that has me shook up, that's all," he answered in a low tone. "It's no big deal."

"Tell me about it," I pushed, still standing my ground. "It can't be that bad."

"I really don't know if it's bad," he said, looking up at me with tears in his eye's. "It's just got me scared."

"Scared?" I asked, genuinely interested. "Of what?"

"Our friendship ending," he softly said.

"What?" I asked, almost stunned from what he said. "Why would it end?"

"I don't know," he insisted. "I keep having this dream where you are really mad at me for something and I have this intense feeling of guilt over it. The dreams always end with me crying. After I wake up, I don't know why you're mad at me or why I end up in tears, but I always have this weird sense of guilt. I think it's a premonition or something because I've had the same dream four or five times now. It has me really worried."

Larry was really shook up and I wanted to ease his mind. There wasn't anything I was mad at him about and I was just about to say so when this idea flashed through my mind. For several seconds I just stood there looking at him while I tried to make up my mind to run with it. With a big gulp, I decided to go for it, and said, "Sounds to me like you think you need a spanking for something you've done."

My eye's must have looked like two saucers as I waited for him to say something. In the two years I'd known him, I'd kept my secret to myself. Now, for the first time, I'd actually said something about spanking and my heart pounded away in my chest. How would he react? At that moment, I was scared to death.

"A spanking?" He said, sounding surprised. "Are you serious?"

At least he hadn't looked at me like I was crazy. Still, I wasn't sure what was really going through his mind and I was determined to play this out to the end. "Sure I'm serious," I replied, in my most sincere tone. "You have a better explanation?"

"I haven't had a spanking in years," he explained. "I can't believe that I'd dream about needing one now."

Seeing my opportunity, I said, "maybe so, Larry, but that's what it sounds like to me. Since I'm the one that's mad at you in the dream, you probably think I'm the one that needs to spank you."

Holding my breath, I just stood there and stared at the boy.

"Yeah right," he said, and started giggling. "Can you see me letting you spank me?"

"Yeah I can," I answered quickly. "It's probably the only way to stop having the dreams."

"You want to give me a spanking?" he asked, giving me this strange look.

This had gone too far. He was starting to get suspicious. Somehow, I had to exit this conversation quickly and do it in a way that would hide my interest. "I didn't say I wanted to spank you, asshole," I blurted out, showing the right amount of indignation toward his comment. "It's your dream. I just told you what I thought it meant and what you needed to do to stop dreaming it. Forget I ever said anything."

Thinking I'd pushed the conversation too far, I walked right past him and headed for school. I had to make this look good. If he thought I was making a pass at him, it would be all over school by second period. Suddenly, from behind me, I heard him say, "Hey, don't pop a gasket! I didn't mean anything by it. The idea of you giving me, a spanking is just a little weird, OK?"

"Just forget it," I said flatly. "Come on, we'll be late for school."

Neither of us mentioned his dream for the remainder of our walk to school. For the next two weeks our lives returned to normal and the topic of spankings was dropped completely. He still carried on about every other dream he had, just like before. But, he never said anything about the recurring dream. Of course, my imagination had gone into overdrive and I couldn't get the thought of me spanking him out of my mind. At least once a day I had to jack myself off because of it and sometimes I had to do it twice.

Then on Saturday we decided to ride our bikes up to Millers Pond and spend the day fishing. Leaving early that morning, we were at the lake by nine and spent most of the morning trying to catch enough fish for dinner. Around noon, after fishing for hours without a single bite, we got bored and started talking. Putting our equipment away, we decided to eat lunch under this old tree and spread out a blanket to sit on. After checking out what the other had brought to eat, we sat quietly, munching on peanut-butter sandwiches.

Larry was the first to break the silence and said, "I had the dream again last night."

"Huh?" I asked, not really hearing what he'd said.

"You know, the recurring dream," he said, trying to jog my memory. "I dreamed it again last night."

He had my full attention. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he said, his voice sounding a bit strained. "Just like before."

I just looked at him.

"I wish it would stop," he continued. "I hate dreaming the same dream over and over. I don't understand why it keeps coming back."

"Well," I said without sounding too eager. "I told you how to stop it. You just won't do what you need to."

"Like taking a spanking from you?" he asked, a lot more animated than he needed to be. "That would never work. Besides, if I let you spank me, it would be all over school and I'd probably have to go somewhere else."

"I wouldn't tell anyone," I insisted. "Who'd believe me?"

"I'm not going to do it anyway," he said, looking at me. "So, forget it."

"I didn't bring it up in the first place, Larry," I growled. "You did, remember?"

" Well, I'm not doing it."

"Then why'd you mention it?" I asked, looking back at him.

"I just want the dream to stop," he said quickly, tears forming in his eye's.

Suddenly, I felt sorry for him. He was really scared about this recurring dream. "I wish I could help you Larry, I really do." I said, trying to reassure him. "But, I don't know what else to tell you to do to stop them."

For a few seconds he just sat there staring at the ground. In a very quiet voice, he said, "Do you think it would really work?"

Right then, I knew I had him. He was going to let me spank him. I was finally going to see what it was really like to spank another boy. My _c_o_c_k_ instantly sprang to attention and my heart rate must have doubled in excitement. All I had to do was play this the right way. "I don't know." I answered. "But I don't know what else to do."

Once again he sat in silence staring at the ground. He looked up, and said, "Want to do it?"

I didn't want to appear too eager, so I said, "do you?"

"Yeah," he said softly, looking away.

"Really?" I asked, wanting to be sure. There was no way I wanted him to say I forced him after we did it.

"Yeah," he said again. "I think it will stop the dream."

"OK," I said, trying to conceal my excitement. "I guess I'll do it then."

"Where would we do it?" He asked, resolved to accept the spanking.

Looking around to make sure no one was in sight, I said, "Why not here?"

"Right here!" He gasped. "Someone might see!"

"There's no one around," I shot back. "We can see anyone coming for a mile or better. If we see anyone, we'll just stop."

"I don't know," he whined. "It's too risky."

"So where do you suggest we go?" I half yelled. "We can't go to my house because my sisters home and both your parents are home, so we can't go there either."

"Well . . . ," he slowly said. "I guess we could do it here. But you've got to promise that you won't tell anyone first."

"OK," I answered. "I promise. I won't tell anyone."

"So what do we do?" He asked, looking to me for direction.

"I don't know," I said. "I've never spanked anyone before. I guess we could go over there and use that stump." Pointing to an old tree stump, I got up and motioned for him to follow. "I'll sit here and you can lay over my knee's."

Larry lowered himself across my lap so slowly he could have been in slow motion. Once he was in position, he looked back up at me and said, "You're not going to do it very hard are you?"

"You'll know you've been spanked when I'm done," I answered, patting him several times on the seat of his jeans. "Are you ready?"

He nodded slightly and I raised my hand. Moments later, my hand made first contact with his jeans-covered back side making a dull thump sound. Larry didn't move, so I repeated the procedure ten more times. Each swat landing square in the middle of his butt about 20 seconds apart. After the fifteenth swat, he jumped off my lap and said, "That's enough. Now you've spanked me and the dream will stop."

I was totally surprised. He wasn't supposed to get up. A wave of frustration ran through me and I stuttered, "That's not a spanking."

"Yes it is," he insisted, giving me this stupid look. "You spanked me and now it's over."

What could I do? It was obvious that he didn't want any more swats. In spite of the fact that I was just starting to get warmed up, I had to stop. The spanking, or what he thought was a spanking was over. At least I'd gotten to experience a little of what it would be like to spank someone. Still, I could help but feel like I'd just kissed my sister through a screen door. Boy I was disappointed.

Larry was really uptight about what we'd done and rushed to pick up his stuff so he could leave. I practically had to run to catch up to him, and he went straight home. For the next two weeks he acted really strange around me. Neither of us mentioned what we did on that tree stump or said a word about his dream. Life returned to what it was before the incident at the pond.

One day after school, Larry invited me over to his house to play a new game he'd gotten. When we got there, we found a note from his mom saying that she went shopping and would be gone until six o'clock. Larry didn't seem surprised and headed to his room. I followed, thinking that I'd finally get to play the newest game on the market. He set up the game and we busied ourselves for the next ten minutes or so. I could tell something was on his mind though, because he seemed really distracted.

"Want something to drink?" He suddenly asked, in mid turn.

"Sure," I said.

"I'll be right back," he announced, and abruptly left the room.

Like I said, he'd been acting weird for the past two weeks. His behavior today was just more of the same and I didn't think too much about it. When he got back, he handed me a coke and said, "here." For the next few minutes we sat there silently tending to our drinks.

Just about the time I was going to start the game again, he said, "I had the dream again last night."

I just looked at him without saying a word. The frustration from the last time we had this conversation was something that I was still struggling with.

"The spanking didn't work," he explained. "It came back,"

"I barely touched you, Larry," I said. "That's why it didn't work. You didn't get a real spanking."

"You spanked me," he whined, giving me this injured little look.

"If you think that was a spanking," I began, "I'd hate to see what you'd do if my dad got a hold of you."

"It doesn't matter anyway," he said. "The dream came back so it didn't work."

"It would have if you'd do it the right way." I insisted.

"You really think so?" He asked, his eye's getting bigger around.

"I guess we'll never know, will we?" I asked, giving him this stern look.

"Yes we could," he said, his voice almost a whisper.

"What?" I said, not sure I'd heard him right.

"We could try doing it again," he said a little louder.

"After the way you've been acting about it, I'm not sure I want to." I said, looking up at him. "Besides, you'd have to let me really spank you if we did it again."

"I know," he said. "I was just afraid someone would see us the last time."

"Yeah, I know," I mumbled indignantly.

"So, now what?" He asked.

"What do you mean, now what?" I said, still not knowing where this was headed.

"Do you want to spank me again?"

For the longest time I sat there just staring at him. I wasn't sure he was serious. After last time, I wasn't about to get suckered in again.

"Well?" Larry said, "Do you?"

"I guess," I answered, again not wanting to sound too eager.

"We've got at least two hours before anyone comes home and no one can see us here." He explained. "How do you want to start?"

Getting up from the floor, I said, "I can set on the bed."

Once I was comfortably in position I motioned for him to get across my lap. This time, he wasn't the least bit slow about it and seemed almost eager for the spanking to start. My _c_o_c_k_ was instantly hard in excitement. For the second time in two weeks, I had my best friend over my knee. I wasn't going to waste the moment either. Raising my hand, I let go and smacked his ass good! The sharp sound of the blow filled the small room. Larry showed no reaction, so I let loose with a flurry of swats onto his unprotected butt.

It didn't take long for my hand to start hurting. After all, he was wearing corduroy pants and I was using my bare hand. Stopping briefly, I said, "Gee Larry, I'm not sure how long I can do this. My hand really hurts."

"You don't hear me whining about my ass," he said.

"Your butt is covered with two layers of heavy material," I shot back. "My hand isn't."

Craning his head around, he said, "That can be fixed,"

"How?" I asked.

"I could always take them off."

Larry was actually suggesting that he take his pants off! I couldn't believe that he was willing to let me spank him on the bare butt. But, I was more than willing to do it, so I said, "OK, take them off."

He struggled to get up from my lap and stood facing me. Staring at my face, he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the fly. Without hesitation, he pushed them down to a heap at his feet and stepped out of them. Bending over, he picked the cords up and threw them onto his desk. Suddenly, I realized that he was standing there dressed only in his y-fronts, socks and shirt. My _c_o_c_k_ throbbed at the sight of him almost naked. I'd never seen him without clothes before and it was an experience that sent shock waves through my system.

Full of excitement, I got brave and said, "Take the shirt off too, I don't want it in the way."

Larry looked at me again and I noted this tiny smile spread across his face. It was almost like he expected me to tell him that. With a look of defiance, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, wiggled out of it and let it drop to the floor. Then he hooked both thumbs under the waist band of his underwear and pushed.

My heart pounded in my ears as I took in the sight of his naked form. He was beautiful! Nicely formed chest and legs that were slightly tanned from the summer sun. Of course, my eye's darted to his uncovered mid-section and the flaccid _c_o_c_k_ hanging between his legs. Even though it was soft, I could tell that it was roughly the same size as mine.

"That good enough?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes," I answered, and motioned for him to get back into position.

He was a little slower this time getting across my knee. Taking time to comfortably situate his privates into a spot between my legs. Once he was ready, he said. "Ready when you are."

I just stared down at his naked ass. There was a slight pinkish color on his right cheek from the first swats I'd given him and I was ready to see how just how much redder they could get. Lifting my hand, I brought it back down and smacked his ass again. The feel of bare skin on bare skin was fantastic and I almost shot my load right then. Ten more times I slammed my hand onto his butt and it was real clear that my hand was getting the worst of the action.

"I can't do any more," I said. "My hand is on fire."

"That wasn't much of a spanking," Larry said, sounding almost disappointed.

"I know," I agreed. "But my hand can't take any more."

"Can't you use something else?" He asked bluntly.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I've got an idea," he said and scrambled off my lap. Walking to his closet, he bent over and picked up one of his white tennis shoes, and said, "I think this will work." Handing the shoe to me, he asked, "How about this?"

Looking at the smooth rubber sole, I figured it would sting like crazy. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "It will hurt like hell."

Turning slightly to reveal his naked bum, he said, "Let me see what it feels like first. Give me a couple light swats."

I must admit that I was thrilled with this turn of events. Larry was asking me to spank him with a shoe. Instantly I said, "OK," and gave him two medium swats with the shoe in fast succession.

Larry wiggled his butt slightly and said, "Oooooo,"

"How was it?" I probed, hoping he wanted to continue.

"Give me one good hard one," he said. "I really want to try it."

I was amazed that he wanted more. But, I wasn't about to miss out on the opportunity to really smack him with it. So, I reached back and put my arm into the next one.

SMACK!

"Whoooaaaa!" he hollered out. "That was a stinger!"

Standing there rubbing his ass with both hands and shaking his butt from side to side, looked funny and I started to giggle. "You said to give you a good one," I announced.

"I know," he said, with a little laugh. "Give me another one like that."

Without saying anything, I pulled the shoe up and let it rip into his ass again.

WHAP!

"Owowowow!" he repeated over and over again. "That _f_u_c_k_er really hurts!"

This time he turned toward me and I saw that his _c_o_c_k_ was jutting straight out in front and bobbing wildly from side to side. "You've got a boner!" I giggled, pointing to the engorged organ.

"Yeah," he said, smiling back at me. "Just like you do, huh?"

My face must have turned the same shade of red as the shoe marks on his ass. To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. "Wha...Wha....do you mean?" I stuttered.

"Come off it," Larry said, looking me square in the eye's. "I know you've got one now, just like you did that day at the pond. After all, It was poking me in the ribs the whole time."

I just looked up at him.

"You want to give me the rest of my spanking now?" He asked, that smile returning to his face.

I finally occurred to me that he was having as much fun with this as I was. An evil grin spread slowly across my face and I said, "I'm going to give you a real one and I'm not kidding."

"I never thought you were," he said, still smiling.

Taking him by the arm, I pulled him gently over my lap and helped him get into position. Grasping the shoe, I slammed it down onto his bare skin.

SMACK!

I heard Larry take a deep breath as the first wave of pain rushed through his body. Before he had time to react, I brought that shoe down again and again in quick succession.

SMACK! WHAP! SLAP!

After the first few swats he let loose with a loud howl, "Ahhhhhh!"

SMACK! WHACK!

I kept the blows coming fast and furious. He instinctively brought his hand back to protect his screaming skin and I grabbed it. Holding it out of the way, I continued the assault on his butt and brought the shoe down again and again.

After thirty swats, he was blubbering and wailing like a little boy. I decided that he'd had enough and threw the shoe down onto the floor. Larry laid still, his body shaking with each sob. I gently rubbed the raw skin as he slowly regained his composure. Minutes later, he was slowly moving his mid- section up and down in rhythm with my hand and breathing heavily. Suddenly he tensed, and his body shuddered as he released his seed in between my legs.

"You liked that didn't you?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Uh huh," he managed to say. "This is what I wanted up at the pond. But, I freaked when I felt your bone poking me. I didn't know you'd like it, too."

"Like it?" I said. "I've been dreaming about doing this since for a long time. I'm just glad we finally did it. Hopefully, it will get rid of your dream."

Grinning, he said, "What dream?"


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