Things have gone from bad to worse. I think I've told you already that Matthew caught me coming home in the early hours of the morning, and that despite my age - well, I'm old enough to be his grandfather - the impudent young man actually had the audacity to give me a bare-bottom spanking, while sitting on that low brick wall outside the cafe. I think now that he was a little the worse for booze. The night was still and the smacking of my poor little bottom must have echoed all round, although luckily the streetlamps were not that brilliant. Nevertheless lights had gone on in windows and curtains had twitched! The whole thing was a nightmare. You'll remember too that the next day after breakfast Matthew appeared at my door, along with Shane and Darren. Immediately I sensed impending doom.
"Arse still sore, grandpa?"
I had intended to stand on my dignity and tear him off a strip, but even as I tried to form the words, he was in action again. He seized me by the wrist, just as he he'd done the night before, and there I was again, over his knees.
"Oh, please don't ..." I gulped and added "Sir!" My face was brick red and the utter embarrassment of my position left me hot all over. Shane and Darren were of course enjoying this hugely. Shane I never did like; he was rather a little runt, and he would perhaps have looked gypsy if it wasn't for his shaven head. Was it a number one crop? Or even a zero? Darren, on the other hand, was also small, but basically shy, a hanger-on. He was a very good example of what happens when a young man, barely twenty, falls into bad company - and I do mean 'bad', believe me. OK, I did rather admire Matthew, but still ...
Matthew now began smacking my bottom, not too hard, and I began to think he had something on his mind, or he was working out some scheme or other. The irregular smacks continued, now the left cheek, now the right.
"Go on!" said Shane.
"Go on what?"
"You know ..."
"Oh, yeah" said Matthew. He was pondering something. I was sure of that.
It became clear what Shane was waiting for. Matthew slid his hand under my belly, released the belt, pulled first my trousers and then my underpants over my now quivering buttocks, down over the thighs, and then the calves, till they were left hanging round my ankles. Shane whistled with surprise. It's true my buttocks are nicely shaped, a bit wobbly but very enticing. He stretched out his hand and stroked them, then suddenly gave them half a dozen resounding slaps, and I could feel the fire ignite in them.
"Wait your turn!" said Matthew.
He is always in charge, Matthew. I feel like a naughty little boy again when I'm draped over his lap like this. He has long but muscular legs and beneath him I can feel his tackle.
Shane was a bit annoyed, but waited. Then as if remembering something he said "Legs." I wondered if he meant mine. No, because Maththew then parted his legs, with the result that my belly fell through the gap and my rather inadequate set of genitals swung there to and fro. Shane grasped my _c_o_c_k_, I gasped, and Matthew carried on spanking. Each time his strong right hand hit my bottom, my little balls bounced up and down and my stiffening _c_o_c_k_ was thrust further into Shane's grip.
My bottom was now red enough to satisfy Matthew and Shane took over. There's something brutal about Shane and he didn't stop till my arse was a dull purple colour - I could glimpse it in a mirror, by the way - and it felt dreadfully bruised and began to go numb.
"I think that's enough for now." That was Matthew. Yes, Master, more than enough! (Did I say 'Master'?)
Darren's turn now? But he wasn't keen, although he did experiment by poking his fingers up me and holding them out for me to lick clean. I felt he would have a go at spanking me the next time. Another member of the gang.
Matthew simply sat there, idly twisting my nipples while Shane pulled at my pubic hairs. You'll remember they used to be a sort of ginger before they turned grey.
"That's it!" said Matthew, as one might exclaim "Eureka!"
In no time at all, he had ushered the others out and went himself, telling me however to stand in the corner, still bare-arsed. I stood there. I was going to say "in misery" but it wasn't. It was more a sort of pride. It's strange how the human emotions work.
It was a good twenty minutes since they had gone. Perhaps I should pull up my clothes and cover my nakedness. The front door was still open. But just as I was going to hobble to the door to close it, another figure appeared on the threshold. I could see it was Stanley, a huge, shambling giant who worked in the garage at the end of the road. He grinned and said "Good, you're all ready for me."
Obviously Matthew had spread the word. I was in for months of humiliation. I sighed. I put out my hand in a gesture that might have been supplication. He mistook my meaning.
"No, boy, Matthew said to pay him direct" he said.