Modern Dance


by Boy Smack <Boy_smack1@hotmail.com>

(Author's Note: Some time ago, in my never ending quest for good spanking erotica, I came across a story entitled "The Masque of the Red Derriere." I saw it in print, not online, and I cannot now recall the name of the author. The story, however, has stayed with me. I have always thought it was worthy of a modern makeover, so I submit the following.)

The three who gathered at the Breezewood Children's Home that night were very familiar with boys and appreciative of their beauty. As each was admitted to the director's home, he smiled at the handsome and exquisitely well-mannered twelve year old dressed in a butler's black-tie and tails who admitted him, showed him to a seat in the parlor, and brought him his favorite drink. To be honest, the tails were a bit disappointing, but the guests were patient, knowing some real entertainment was in store for them.

They soon fell to conversation, for they were old friends, and each had tales to tell. Mark Watson had risen to the rank of warden at the local juvenile hall. Corporal Punishment was technically still illegal in his institution, but he had discovered boys who were willing to avoid more official punishments by submitting to the occasional strapping or paddling and, more importantly, guards loyal enough to keep quiet about this practice. Paul Kimmel was a youth pastor at one of the larger churches in town, so most of his stories had to wait for the summer camps to come around again. The most outspoken was Richard Driver, the headmaster at St. Bart's preparatory school. Dr. Driver considered himself a connoisseur of boy bottoms, and he had taken upon himself the important task of disciplining the junior high students at his school. He loved to complain loudly, both about the lack of manly courage among boys today and about how rarely he got the opportunity to whack anyone. Tonight, though, as always, he was the one with stories to keep the others entertained while they waited for their host.

Shortly he arrived, with a warm smile for the young "butler." Todd Hutchinson had been the director of the Breezewood home for twelve years. He was the acknowledged leader of this little club, not only because he had found the others and drawn them together, but also because he had the greatest leeway with his boys, and consequently he was the most frequent provider of their recreation. He greeted his guests with casual ease, then asked the young servant if the entertainment was ready. The young scamp responded with a nod and an impish grin. Todd warned him not to get above himself, and he flipped up those annoying tails to give him a sharp swat. Telling the boy to call upstairs for the others, he invited his guests to accompany him into the library.

They were all four seated there, and in a moment the butler followed with a fresh tray of drinks. In just a moment the door at the far end of the room opened and a line of twelve little boys, all between six and eight years old, filed in. Last came three young teenagers, all muscular fellows. One carried a large paddle, the next a leather strap, and the last a bundle of switches.

Todd reached to a table and opened a ledger. He called for the first of the little boys, a tiny six-year old, then sat quietly reading for a moment. When at last he looked up, he shook his head sadly as he peered over his spectacles at the child. In just a minute he outlined all the poor behavior which had landed this little fellow in the lineup tonight. Then he sat back and listened to his guests deliberate. They decided at last that little Tommy deserved ten licks with a switch on his bare bottom. The teenager with the switches grinned as he stepped forward, selecting one switch from his bundle. The butler quickly pushed a leather ottoman in front of the four men, and in a moment Tommy was lying across it, his pants and underwear dangling from his ankles. The teenager clearly enjoyed the performance, as did his audience. Only Tommy protested, but he made up for his lack of support with sheer volume.

For the next half hour Todd read out the crimes of the little boys while his friends passed judgment. They were going back and forth between the paddle and the switches. The doctor remembered the thirteen year old with the strap; in fact he could recall having him over his lap, and he loved teasing him. At the very last he relented, and the last two eight year olds were whipped soundly with the strap. During the whole time none of the men touched the boys. This was something of an appetizer, with the main course yet to come.

When the last of the miscreants had received his just reward, the lot of them exited where they had entered. The butler had disappeared, and for the intervening moments the guests congratulated their host on the theme of the evening. Todd's entertainments were never quite the same, but always first class. Then their butler returned and announced dinner. They followed him back through the parlor and across the hall where they had entered. He opened the double doors to the dining room with a flourish, revealing the four servers who would attend to the men during their supper.

These four boys had been carefully selected for their appearance. The guests had only seen one before, and he had been instructed to attend Mr. Huntington. All four were either nine or ten years old, and none stood five feet tall. They had slim bodies, delicate features, and almost pretty faces. All four were shy in the presence of their guests, probably because they had a good idea how the night would progress. They wore white shirts with puffed out sleeves, royal blue vests that buttoned all the way up, and white trousers that were decidedly tight across the seat. As the four men entered, each was greeted by one of the servers, who subsequently led him to a seat and held it for him.

At first the dinner was quite formal, but as the boys carried in various courses, their tightly wrapped bottoms proved too enticing, and soon the men were playful slapping them as the boys went by. Then, taking Todd's lead, they began to offer the boy's morsels of food from the table. The meal was excellent, prepared by older boys Todd had trained, so the servers were easily tempted. When the main course was set and the drinks refreshed, each man took his server onto his lap and alternated between feeding himself and feeding his boy. The boys began to relax, snuggling back into the arms of their assigned partners.

Perhaps everyone had become too comfortable, for the butler had to come looking for the servers to tell them the kitchen was ready with dessert. The boys went out as relaxed as they had been all night, but when they came back that had changed. The desserts given them in the kitchen were not served on plates, but on oval paddles. The blades of the paddles were about nine inches long and a quarter inch thick. Something was painted on them but what could not yet be discerned. Each paddle held a serving of delicious seven-layer cake, and chocolate sauce had been dribbled all over the remaining surface of the paddle.

As the desserts were placed on the table, each guest sat up and grew suddenly interested. Four arms snaked around four waists, and each server was drawn in close to his man. Once again the men shared with the boys, but, in spite of the fantastic quality of the cake, the boys were not nearly as enthusiastic as before. When Todd and his server finished their cake, he held up the paddle for the boy to lick off the chocolate. The amused guests followed suit. When the paddles were clean, each guest found that his name and his server's name had been painted on to the paddle before it was lacquered. There was also a message: "Thank you for coming to spank my bottom tonight."

The butler came around with towels to wipe the paddles clean, and each man pushed back from the table. Todd pulled his server over his lap and began smacking him with his hand over the tight white pants. Two of his guests imitated him, but the impatient doctor immediately ripped his boy's pants down and began to paddle him ferociously. The sound of one boy howling was punctuated by the percussive smacking on three bottoms and the louder crack of a paddle on one bare bottom.

As the other boys began to squirm and whimper, first one, then another of their tormenters pulled down their pants and began to smack bare bottom. One paused to spank over the underwear, but not for long. In time the three boys were crying robustly, their reddened bottoms wriggling nicely over the men's laps. The fourth boy was struggling mightily to escape, and even so dedicated a punisher as the doctor saw the need to give him a few moments' respite. The other three were just getting to their paddles, and once they began they laid on the swats with great energy. When the three boys' crying reached its loudest pitch, the doctor joined in again. Four more miserable boys would be hard to imagine, as would four more delighted men.

The boys stopped fighting as their cries became one, indistinguishable roar. The swats began to slow, then stopped altogether. The paddles were set aside, and each boy was lifted up, his clothing was restored, and he was snuggled close against the chest of his erstwhile chastiser. The crying also subsided, and the only remaining noise in the room was the occasional sniffle and the soft whispers of the men as they comforted the little beauties. The butler brought in port and cigars, but the servers never left the men's laps until the last drop had been drunk, and the last ash had fallen.

When all was through, the boys kissed the guests on the lips and thanked them for their spankings. Then they were ushered off to bed. Todd led his guests out to the hall, and the butler arrived with their coats. As each got into his overcoat the butler held his paddle, returning it when they were ready to go. At the very last Todd urged him to give them a nice goodbye. The boy sighed as he broke character at last, flipping his tails up over his back and bending over the stairs. Each guest gave him a good swat, then he went around and gave each a nice goodbye kiss.

Once the guests were departed, Todd wrapped an arm around his butlers shoulders, and they headed up the stairs together. Todd's new paddle was still clutched tightly in his hand, and he tapped it against his thigh as he led the boy into his bedroom.


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