Surprised by Pain – Part 2
Finally College Mike settled down enough to be able to talk. "Guys, I really appreciate you doing this for me." Every other word was interrupted with a sob. "Youre absolutely killing me, but with every whack, I just think of that probation notice and I get even more choked up."
First-Timer and I gave College Mike an additional five minutes to cool off. I couldnt help but admire the beautiful backs of his thighs, golden brown with downy blond hair. The curves of his legs blended so beautifully into a really gorgeous ass. Mike really did need this spanking, and I was thoroughly enjoying giving it to him.
"All right, Mr., its time for some more heat!" I barked out.
"Yes, sir," Mike whimpered.
"The next set is going to be with my belt. The other Mike will still hold you down, but I will need to switch back and forth from one side of the bed to the other."
"Yes, sir. Do what you have to, sir," Mike replied, still somewhat choked up.
I owned a one inch wide black leather belt that I had purchased specifically for use in spanking. It was flexible enough to make a great snap when it landed against a deserving butt. It made a slight whirring sound as it whipped through the air. As I considered the damage it was going to do to Mikes buns, I saw them begin once again to quiver. Mike seemed to realize that part two of his whipping was going to be tough to take.
Whiz, whap!! I brought the belt down hard on College Mikes ass.
"Ahhhh!" he cried out. His pelvis lifted up and down in several swift strokes as if he were humping his girlfriend. "I dont know if I can take this!" Mike started up his heart-felt cry.
Whiz, Whap!! I really didnt care how much he cried, he was going to get one hell of a beating. Whiz, Whap! Whiz, Whap! Whiz, Whap!
Amazingly, however, Mike did not attempt to block any of the swats, nor did he attempt to turn over as he had with the hairbrush spankings. You could tell that the whipping really hurt, but he seemed much more resigned to the pain than before. His crying was genuine, but it was more controlled.
"Now for the other side!" I warned. I walked around the bed and positioned myself to have the free-end of the belt snapping against his left butt cheek. I let the belt fall gently across his buns to make sure my aim was going to hit its target. It was then that I noticed that the left side of his ass wasnt getting properly cooked. I determined I was going to make up for the neglect of that spot. Whiz, Whap! Whiz, Whap!
"Gawd _d_a_m_n_ it – ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Mike cried out. I could tell I was hitting some nerve endings that hadnt been activated enough before. "This....is....kill....ing....meeeeee!" Mike screamed in agony.
I continued to switch from side to side about every twelve whacks or so. Several hits landed just right so as to cause Mikes pelvis to buck up and down. I looked down to make sure Mike wasnt starting to enjoy the spanking, but it was quite evident that there was not any element of fun in this for him.
Finally, I decided that Mike had taken all he could take. I told First-Timer to let his hands go so that he could resume rubbing some of the sting out of his very-red ass. Mike tenderly massaged his butt cheeks, looking for the slightest relief from the blistering heat I had left.
Unexpectedly, First-Timer Mike chimed in. "So what are we going to do for phase 3?" I looked at him quizzically, and suddenly realized that he was looking for a turn at dishing out the punishment. I also looked at College Mike, once again sobbing from the beating I had dished out.
"For phase 3," I decided, "Mike is going to hand spank Mike over his knee." I always loved to take a guy over my knee for the sheer sensuality of having a naked body rubbing across my legs. College Mike would have been one beautiful guy to have experienced in that way. I wasnt sure, however, that he would allow us to take him OTK, since he had been quite clear about being straight and not wanting _s_e_x_ual contact. My fears were unwarranted, however, and he seemed relieved that phase 3 was not going to involve some more torturous implement.
First-Timer Mike seemed delighted. "I say we get this over with right now and not give Mike much time to recover," he piped in. That seemed a bit on the cruel side to me, but College Mike didnt protest at all. Still sobbing, he climbed right over First-Timers lap and positioned himself for further pain and suffering.
First-Timer wasted no time in pummeling Mikes ass with resounding smacks. As I watched him, shirtless at this point but wearing his pants, I realized just how nicely built First-Timer was. He didnt look like a body-builder, but he had a beautiful strength in his upper arms and shoulders that enabled him to pack quite a blast in the hand smacks. He started to remind me of Collin Farrell at that point. I almost forgot about College Mike, just watching the nicely toned muscles ripple as the rapid fire swats burned Mikes ass.
College Mike had very little strength to resist or even to cry with much energy at this point. His cries started to sound pathetic as he seemed to give up all hope of ever having an ass to sit on. First-Timer seemed to notice the same pathetic cries, and he winded up the hand spanking with ten grand-finale whacks. With the last whack, College Mike fell to the floor like a whipped puppy. He didnt try to soothe his butt at all. He just lay on the floor sobbing and spreading snot everywhere.
"Mike, we think youve been punished enough," I started in. "I think you have learned your lesson, and that you will not waste your poor mothers hard-earned money out drinking and carousing when you need to be studying. I want you to remember, however, that I come into town quite regularly, and that you might just wind up in this same hotel room feeling those same stinging whacks if I find that you need a reminder!"
"Y..e..s, s..i..r" whimpered College Mike.
"Now give both of us a hug," I ordered. I always get pissed off when I see a spanker forget the hug and make up part. A spanking is both an act of punishment and an act of love. College Mike really needed to feel the love side. I wasnt sure if he would do it, however, or if he would pull an "Im straight" act. He got up, still fully naked, and hugged First-Timer Mike with a firm grasp. It made First-Timer feel warm, like he had really done College Mike a big favor.
When College Mike turned to hug me, it was like I was being smothered by a gorilla. It made me instantly hard, but I didnt want Mike to notice.
"Dont take this the wrong way, Sir, but I really love you. I mean in a guy-guy way," Mike blurted out. "I wont disappoint you or my mother again. Youre going to see a new Mike after this."
"OK, Mike. You need to get your clothes back on and get to work tonight on it," I insisted. College Mike wasted no time getting dressed, except to rub his behind a time or two when his ass nerve endings reminded him of the searing pain.
"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Mike. Good night." With that, College Mike headed quickly out the hotel room door, still with tears running down his face.
I turned to look at First-Timer Mike to see what his reaction was going to be. I could tell several times that he was getting very hot from all the action. I hoped at that point that he was going to ignore the misdirected spanking I had started to give him.
"My turn!" he blurted out. "Youre right, this spanking bit does turn me on! I cant take all of what we dished out to that kid tonight, but I want to leave here with some fire in my own ass!"
I couldnt quite believe what I was hearing. First-Timer Mike wanted to finish the spanking I had mistakenly started!
"Lets start with 20 whacks of the hairbrush," First-Timer requested. "Well see how far we go from there."
First-Timer quickly stripped himself naked, as he had been prior to College Mikes ass whipping. He laid himself face down on the bed, looking as picture perfect as he had when he was just expecting a massage.
"Do it to me right!" he ordered.
All right, I was really going to enjoy this one. First-Timers ass just seemed to beg to be spanked. Ive never quite figured out why some guys get such beautiful bodies, and why this one had such a perfectly rounded, class A ass.
I picked up the wooden hairbrush and brought it down five times, hard and fast on his right butt cheek.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, aaaaahhhhh........" he screamed out. Frankly, I cant take what I can dish out, so I wasnt at all surprised that he was having a bit of trouble. "I need my head – and my butt – examined!!!"
"You watched the other Mike suffering! Why do you think this one wont hurt you?"
"I know, I know!" First Timer replied. "But like you say, it hurts good! But _d_a_m_n_, it hurts!!!"
"Other side," I replied, acting disinterested but sporting a growing boner.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!!! I brought the hairbrush down in a single second, five on the left cheek. This one left a clear print the shape of the brush. First timer had more of a crying sound in his screams at this point.
"The last ten are going to be slower, but I dont think youll find that much consolation." I wanted First Timer to feel each one individually. "Count em out!"
"One. Oh my Gawd."
"Two hoo hoo hoo."
"Three, hee, hee, hee,"
"Four. Come on, give me a second." Like I was really going to do that!
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvve. You are a _f_u_c_k_ing monster. I know youre getting a kick out of this!"
I countered, "And so the _f_u_c_k_ are you!"
"I know, I know, I know. But Gawd, this kills!!!" He was serious.
"Seven. This is NOT heaven." I burst out laughing, which forced me to give him a break.
"Eight, nine, ten." I decided to spare him the delay, and just get the whipping over with. First Timer Mike wasnt crying, but he was letting out serious moans letting me know he was suffering.
"Oh, my _f_u_c_k_ing word. Man alive, that hurts. How in the hell did the other Mike take this? Oh, my Gawd. Oooowwwww!" I was still laughing from the seven heaven joke. Mike continued on for about a minute.
"OK," he continued, "Sit the hell down." He directed me to sit on the edge of the bed. I complied, and he crawled over my lap just like College Mike had with him.
"Well have to skip the belt part, but I want some hand spanking for a little while. When I say quit, though, youre going to quit." First Timer was rather the little sergeant barking out spanking orders. I found it quite amusing.
I also found it quite erotic. This young man had perfectly shaped legs that curved up into his perfectly round ass. I knew sooner or later we would get to the "introduction to male _s_e_x_" part, and I was going to enjoy fondling those body parts tremendously. Still, I had a spanking to give!
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. I delivered three quick blows to each side. "Oooo, oooo, oooo," cooed First Timer, enjoying this less intense version much more than the hairbrush strokes. "Now this hurts really good."
His taught, smooth skin, with just a touch of hair, felt good beneath my palms. I continued the hand strokes for a good five minutes straight, providing enough pain to make him wince, but not so much that he couldnt enjoy the sensuality of it all. Finally, First Timer had had enough. "All right, thats the end of that." His end of the story was almost anticlimactic.
"Get yourself undressed," First timer ordered me. Trust me, I couldnt get undressed soon enough. I tore my clothes off as fast as I could, anticipating the _s_e_x_ual ecstasy that was going to follow.
I decided that I should let Mike enjoy his new erotic sensations. I decided that he needed a good blow job to start things out right. I moved over to him and went straight for his very erect _c_o_c_k_, ready to give him the dick sucking of his life.
"Oh, no!" First-Timer called out. "Youre not getting off that easy!" He looked at me with a devilish grin. "You spanked me when I didnt deserve it, and now youre going to pay up!"
I had been afraid all along that I was going to get my comeuppance before the night was over. Still, looking at Mikes heavenly upper body, arms, and shoulders told me that I definitely had to have a taste of what that body could dish out. This was going to hurt, but it was going to hurt good!
To be continued...