It was a Friday evening and it had been a long week. I was sitting in my apartment having a glass of wine when I decided to light up a joint. I didn't smoke too often. Just when I lit it up, the door bell rang and I hurriedly put it out and tried to wave the smoke away. The bell rang again.
When I opened the door I was stunned to see my old roommate, Craig, standing there with a suitcase. "Wow, what are you doing here?" Craig lived in another state and we only saw each other a few times a year.
Craig smiled. "I had to some into town on business so I thought I'd come a few days earlier and surpise you." What a master of understatement. Craig walked into the apartment and put his suitcase by the couch. "How about a beer for your old 'dad'" Craig had called himself my "dad" for years since he frequently applied a belt or paddle to me when we were younger. It had been a while, though.
"Sure, Craig, I'll go get one," I said, forgetting about the joint sitting in the ashtray. When I returned, Craig had it between his fingers.
"What is this, young man?" He asked. It almost made my butt sore just to hear him call me "young man" because it usually preceded a spanking.
"Uhh...someone left it here earlier, Craig." I tried. His face darkened. "The first spankings I gave you were for smoking. Are you telling me you still haven't learned your lesson? And don't lie to me!"
I shook my head. "I'm not lying. Here, try your beer" I said, handing him his bottle of beer. Craig took the beer and sat down on the couch. "Well, we'll get back to this later. How are you and what do you want to do this weekend" He asked.
I was still pretty surprised and even more surprised that he didn't already have his belt off. "Uhh, maybe we could go to a Bulls game?"
Craig drank his beer and nodded with some enthusiasm. "Yeah, that sounds great. Tell me whats happening with you and then I'll get out of this suit. Maybe we can go out to a bar for a while huh?" I nodded and we talked for a while about our work and his wife and son. After about fifteen minutes, Craig stood up and took his suitcase into the bedroom. After a few minutes, he called me into the bedroom, where he was just taking off his suit. He unbuckled his dress belt and I was afraid for a minute that he might actually whack me with it but he hung it up carefully. Standing there in his briefs, he looked around. He reached into his suitcase and took out his jeans, slipping them on. Then he put on a shirt. Finally, he reached into the suitcase and picked up a belt. I was watching carefully. It was a wide black jeans belt, a new one. Black and pretty heavy. Craig doubled the belt up and snapped it.
"Come over here, young man" and he pointed with the belt at my bed. I walked over and stood next to Craig, giving him a hug.
"Come on, Craig, its a special weekend. Let's just have some fun together. You don't have to spank me. Give me a break."
"No, no. You know you are not supposed to smoke anything, much less joints. Let's just get started so we can go out." He pointed at the bed with the belt again.
"Please, Craig, I'm too big for a spanking. It's been a long time."
He smiled a bit. "I guess too long, now bend down on the bed before I get mad."
I knew from past experience he was not going to change his mind. SO, without being told, I pulled my own pants down and laid across the edge of the bed in just my white briefs. WHACK! WHACK! It didn't take Craig long to get started He gave me six or seven hard and fast swats. "Oww Come on, Craig, please..." WHACK WHACK WHACK "Ohh Please..." WHACK WHACK I was kicking my legs and pleading WHACK WHACK And so it went, on for at least 15 swats. Finally, he stopped and started threading his belt back on his jeans. "Get up and let's go" I felt pretty lucky because usually Craig spanked a lot harder than that.
I got up and we went out and had a good time. There was no more talk about any more punishment and after a couple of hours, and getting pretty buzzed, we went back to my apartment. We took off our jeans and got into my bed in just our briefs, just like we used to when we were roommates in college. We laid there chatting and having a few laughs and then Craig surprised me. "Where's the old belt, son?"
I pretended ignorance. "What do you mean, Craig?"
"Don't be a wise guy, I'm here to have a good time and not play games. Where's the old belt" I knew what he meant. It was an old brown belt that he had always used on me in college and he gave it to me when he moved out of state to remind me to behave. I still professed ignorance. Suddenly, to my surprise, Craig quickly sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my over his knees, just like a father and son. It was so quick I couldnt respond. Then he pulled the back of my briefs down and started spanking me with his open hand. SPMACK SMACK SMACK for about two dozen swats. I had forgotten how much Craig's hand spankings hurt even though it was not as bad as a whipping with his belt.
"NOw, are you going to get the old belt out or not?" He held his hand right over my butt.
"Yes, sir" I said, and I got off his knees and went to the closet. It was hanging on a hook in the back, and it did remind me from time to time to pull myself in and not behave too wildly. I slowly pulled it off the hook and handed it to Craig. It brought back a lot of old memories. Craig doubled the belt up and looked at it. "Well, I guess our old friend has to go to work again, huh?"
"What do you want me to do, Craig" I asked.
"Over my left knee, young man." He said. He spread his leg and pointed to hsi left leg. I climbed over his left thigh and Craig pushed me around until my butt was just in what he thought was the right position. He then pulled up my briefs so they were stretched tightly across my butt.
"Now, every time you smoke and I find out, this is what you get." WHACK WHACK He started spanking me really hard with the old doubled up belt. It was a heavy belt with a crease from being applied to my butt. After a dozen licks I was begging Craig to stop and trying to get up but he held me in place and kept laying into me. Finally, after maybe 30 swats, he stopped. Craig then gave me a hard swat with his hand and hold me to get into bed. I did it quickly.
"Are you ever going to smoke again?" He asked. I was close to crying. "No, sir. I promise." Craig patted me on the shoulder.
"Sorry I had to do that. Let's get to sleep. Tomorrow, I am going to deal with your lying about smoking." I couldnt' believe there was more to come.