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Marc's First Spanking

by Rolf and Gayspankee

Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original authors only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 27 Nov 1999


It was a cool Saturday morning. Rolf was at the office for the day, and for once Matthew was free to do as he pleased. Well Matthew didn't want to spend the day in the house by himself, cold and bored. So he went over to Marc's. He thought he would surprise him and take him out for breakfast, with Rolf's money of course. It was just after 9am when he arrived. He knocked on the door. There was no answer. Marc's car was there so he must have been home. He waited a minute then knocked again. Still no answer. He lifted up the mat, and let himself in with Marc's spare key. Matthew heard music coming from Marc's bedroom, so he headed down the hall in that direction. As he got closer, he heard the unmistakable sounds of a spanking. Matthew was curious. Did Marc have a boyfriend, and wasn't telling him? What a little devil. Matthew slowly peered his head into the bedroom. He was surprised to find Marc naked, bent over the bed, spanking himself with a hairbrush. Marc's ass was bright red, and he was still smacking really hard. But other than the music, the only sound Matthew could hear was the brush making contact with bare skin. Matthew stepped back into the hall out of the way. He thought back to the day when the relationship between Marc and himself started to blossom.

It is three years earlier in a high school locker room. Matthew is a junior, Marc a senior. Matthew had just moved the year before to this school, and had become friends, though not close, with Marc. They swam on the school team together, but didn't do much socializing outside of that. Matthew adored Marc, he was what Matthew wanted to be. Strong, self reliant, and didn't put up with shit. Matthew didn't have time to socialize outside of class, which is why the two boys never got much closer. He lived on a farm, and there was always work to be done. His parents were always busy, so he was left alone most of the time. His family had money, it was a thoroughbred horse farm, so Matthew, when not working with the horses, surfed the internet. He had become fascinated with spanking, something that he hadn't felt since he was very, very young. He spent hours upon hours on the computer. His imagination was vivid, but there was never anything he could do about it. His parents barely had time to say hi, much less instill any sort of discipline in him. Unbeknownst to him, he was sailing quickly down the road that would lead him to his best buddies, Rolf and Marc.

It started early that morning. Matthew was up early since he had to feed and check the horses before school. He was in a bad mood, he had a test later that day, and he didn't feel ready for it. When he went to the barn, he realized that he had forgotten to bring in more feed from the shed, and he was going to have to work quickly, in order to get it done and catch the bus on time. He was cussing and fussing, dragging the bags over to the barn. He went into the stall of one of the major stallions to check the horse and set out the food. The horse didn't cooperate, and it upset Matthew even more than he already was. Without thinking, he threw the bucket of food at the horse in frustration. He didn't know anyone was in the barn until a hand grabbed him by the back of his neck, and he was quickly dragged out of the stall. It was owner of the horse, and he was MORE than pissed.

"DON'T MOVE!" He yelled at Matthew, before turning back to the stall to calm the horse before the horse could damage the stall or himself. It took a minute or two, but the man finally quieted the stallion down, then picked up the bucket of food and closed the stall door.

Matthew was rooted to the spot. He knew the man vaguely, only really knowing that his family had the most horses at their farm. He had no idea what Mr. Thomas would say to him. He just hoped that this wouldn't affect the business relationship.

Mr. Thomas threw the bucket down, before turning around to confront Matthew. Instead of saying anything, he just grabbed Matthew by the arm and marched him over to the tack area.

Matthew was stunned, he didn't know what to expect, only that this man was very angry. He didn't even know what to begin to say, he knew it was a very stupid thing he had done.

Mr. Thomas found what he was looking for. It was a leather quirt. Without saying anything, he raised that whip up and brought it down, full force, across Matthew's bottom.

Matthew's eyes widened in shock. It took the second lick of the whip before Matthew realized he was getting his ass beat. He had two lines of fire imprinted on his ass when the third landed, and Matthew began sobbing. Mr. Thomas had a VERY good hold on his arm, so he couldn't go anywhere, and he was still too shocked to do much more than take what Mr. Thomas was giving him. Mr. Thomas laid down ten good stripes across Matthew's bottom. When he finished, he hung the whip back on the wall. He turned Matthew towards him.

"Don't you EVER do something that stupid again. Get out of here. I will find someone else to feed the horses this morning." Matthew took off like a shot, dashing into the bathroom before anyone in the house even knew he was there. He looked into the mirror, and was shocked to see how red his face was. He quickly blew his nose and washed his face. He looked out the bathroom window, and saw the bus on the way. He took one last look, and hoped nobody could tell what had happened. He still couldn't believe it himself. He didn't know what to think about the whole episode. When the bus arrived, Matthew climbed aboard, and took a seat. He about jumped out of his skin when he sat down and the welts that were quickly rising across his bottom made contact with the seat. He almost teared up again, but managed to keep from making a sound or losing any more tears. He hoped that his backside would be healed before swim class. But, as in most cases, no such luck. Matthew waited as long as he could, hoping that everyone would finish with their showers before he had to strip. He ran out of time, but the only other person in the shower was Marc. Marc noticed the stripes, but didn't say anything. He filed it away for later reference.

Marc and Matthew didn't get any closer that year, and the next one, Marc was off to college. It wasn't until a little over a year later that Marc and Matthew met again.

It was in the fall that Rolf and Matthew moved in together. Matthew had dropped out of college that semester due to Bryan's death. Rolf talked Matthew into returning, and also picking up swimming again, something that Matthew hadn't done since high school. Matthew was suprised and pleased to see Marc again.

Marc looked better than Matthew remembered. He had developed a more lean muscled body with the increased competition in college swimming. He had a deep even tan, which was set off nicely by the bright, yellow Speedo that he wore. Marc wasn't the oldest on the team, but because of his strong bearing and very friendly personality, most everyone looked up to him, Matt even more so.

Matthew was overwhelmed at being back in school and swimming again. Marc realized this, and pulled Matthew under his protective wing, making sure Matt made every practice and kept up with all his homework. The boys were becoming closer, but didn't realize that events over the next couple of weeks would intensify the bond they felt between them. Marc realized that Matthew lived with Rolf, but didn't know what type of relationship they had, whether they were related or just roommates. The boys rarely spoke about their homelife, and still didn't socialize much outside of school.

Matthew's living arrangements were about to come clear to Marc. It was a Friday, and the swim team had just finished practice. Marc was in talking with the coach, getting pointers for the big meet tomorrow.

Matthew was at the lockers, getting ready to change and head for home. Rolf had belted him the night before, and he still sported some nice stripes. He would skip the shower here, and take it at home. He thought he was alone, and went to change clothes. Just as he was pulling his shorts on, Marc said "Whoa man, what happened to you?"

Matthew spun around, his face turning red to match his stripes. He stammered out "N. n..nothing." He quickly pulled on his jeans, trying to keep his eyes on the floor, hoping Marc would go away. He didn't want Marc to know he had been punished, not because he was embarrassed about that, but because he wanted Marc to be proud of him. Marc watched Matthew fumbling with his clothes. The sight of the stripes on Matthew's ass reminded Marc of seeing him that way in high school. Marc didn't want to embarrass Matthew any more, so he didn't say anything, just headed off to the showers, saying "See you tomorrow" on the way out.

Marc mulled over the information. Here was a college kid, still getting his ass beat. It must have been Rolf, he knew the parents weren't anywhere near.

That intrigued Marc. He was also interested in spanking, and played on his computer when he wasn't busy swimming or studying. Matthew didn't figure into any of Marc's plans, it came as a suprise to both of them when it happened.

The meet the next day went very well for Marc, but not for Matthew. Marc finished in the top three in each of his events, while Matthew finished in the middle. When the meet was over, Matthew decided that he needed to gain some muscle, quickly, so he could look like, and swim like Marc. He went out and purchased some steriods, without telling Rolf, who would have been wholeheartedly against it. He took them daily for a week, that is, until Marc saw him take one in the locker room, the next Friday. It was before swim practice. Everyone was getting into their swimming trunks, and Marc saw Matthew pop a pill in his mouth, followed by a swig on a coke. Marc didn't think much of the pill, but a coke before practice didn't make much sense. He walked over to Matthew to ask him about it. When Marc walked up, Matthew quickly slammed the door on his locker. He didn't want Marc to see the steriods. He knew Marc would be shocked and angry.

"Matthew, why did you just take a pill with a coke?" Marc asked.

Matthew thought Marc was interested in the pill, so he wanted to try to steer the conversation away from it. "It was just an aspirin. I have a small headache, no big deal."

Marc was getting an eerie feeling that something wasn't right, he just couldn't put a finger on it. "I wasn't interested in the pill, just why you were taking something with a coke, before practice. You know that's not good for you. And it's always a good thing to take pills with water, so it won't upset your stomach any more than it already could." Matthew inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Marc wasn't interested in the drugs.

"Sorry, just wasn't thinking. I only took one swig, I'll toss this, and get water the next time. Let's go, everyone else must be waiting."

The boys headed out to practice. When everyone else was done, Marc helped Matthew work on some fundamentals, one on one. By the time they were finished, the locker room was deserted, the coach having locked the door on the way out. Both boys headed to the lockers to get their towels.

When Matthew opened his door, the steriod bottle fell out, where Matt had slammed the door so hard before, and rolled right to Marc, stopping at his feet. Matthew went to pick it up, but Marc beat him to it. When Marc looked down at what he was holding, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Matthew went to grab it from his hands, but Marc blocked the move, grabbing Matthew's arm, and fixing him with eyes of steel. That shocked Matthew, but not as much as when Matthew looked up questioningly into Marc's eyes, and he was fixed in the icy glare he would come to know so well in the years that followed. "How stupid are you Matthew? Don't you have any fucking idea how dangerous this stuff is? And don't you remember what happened happened to Ryan last year? The coach caught him with this shit and he was kicked OUT OF SCHOOL."

Matthew had never seen Marc that angry, and he was begining to feel smaller by the minute.

Marc sat down on the locker room bench. "Come here, and get that wet suit off."

Matthew stood where he was, he was too nervous to move.

"I SAID, get your ass over here, and get THAT damn suit off NOW."

Marc's tone scared Matthew so he quickly obliged. Matthew slowly slid the wet suit off his toned body. Marc pulled Matthew across his knees.

"Matthew you are an intellegent young man. How could you go and do something as stupid as this? Don't you know what that shit can do to your body?"

"I am sorry, I wasn't thinking along those lines."

"Well I will make sure you think along those lines next time." And with that Marc brought his hand crashing down on Matthew's wet ass. Matthew lunged forward, from both the force and the pain. Marc applied another one to the other cheek, and got the same reaction. Soon Matthew was screaming at the fire that was being lit on his ass. Marc paid no attention and wore out his hand, before he felt Matthew had learned any sort of lesson.

"Get up and go soak in the shower. But don't think I am through with you. You fucked up big time, and I am gonna punish you big time." Marc went into the coach's office, while Matthew reluctantly went and showered. The hot water made Matthew SCREAM in agony as it cascaded down his red, sore ass. He quickly opted for a cold shower.

Meanwhile, Marc seached the coach's office. He was hoping the coach would have a paddle on hand, but he wasn't that type of coach. But Marc did find a large, wide and surprisingly thick wooden ruler. That would do. He went into the shower area.

"Matthew stand in front of the wall. Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs."

Matthew looked at what Marc was holding. His stomach tumbled to his toes. He was still sniffling from the hand spanking, the wet skin causing a deep, intense sting that still hadn't cooled at all. And now Marc was going to use a ruler.

"M. m.m. arc. *sob* I.."

"Matthew, this ISN'T up for discussion. "Get your HANDS on the wall RIGHT NOW. That was a REALLY stupid move you pulled, and now you're going to pay the price. This is going to hurt like hell, but you'd better be thanking your guardian angel that it was me who found those drugs, and not the coach. I have yet to decide whether to tell Rolf about this or not." Marc's anger had not cooled at all. He cared deeply for Matthew, and still couldn't believe the stupidity Matt had shown.

Matthew was frightened. He knew how bad that ruler would sting. He was still wet, and his backside hadn't cooled at all. Marc wasn't going to take no for an answer. Matthew slowly turned, and braced himself against the wall. Marc kicked his legs out a little farther.

"Those hands had better NOT move, or so help me, I'll shred your ass for dinner, IS THAT CLEAR?" Marc said in a voice brooking no argument.

Matthew started sobbing, barely getting out a "Yes, Sir".

Marc raised the ruler high in the air and let in come crashing down on Matthew's already stinging, wet backside. He repeated that 5 times in rapid succession. Matthew's howl was loud enough to wake the dead. But Marc didn't listen, he needed to be sure that Matthew would never, EVER, do anything like that again. Marc whacked Matthew's ass another 15 times before stopping. Matthew just stood there sobbing, loudly.

Marc tossed the ruler out of the shower area. Marc began gently rubbing his back, trying to soothe the sobs. After a few moments, Matthew turned around, and gave Marc a long, hard hug. He felt lucky to have a friend that cared so much about his well being. Marc held Matthew for a good hour before they finally dressed and left. Matthew spent the night at Marc's, since Matthew had learned his lesson, Marc felt Rolf didn't need to know what happened. Marc gave alot of TLC to Matthew that night.

*Smack*

Matthew's flashback ended when he heard that brush hitting harder. He was frustrated because he wanted to help Marc. But he also didn't want to embarass him either. Matthew was torn, but decided he would help his friend in need. Matthew slipped into Marc's study. He went over to the desk, and pulled out that ruler (Marc opted to keep a momento from that day). That ruler had met Matthew's ass a couple of times since that fateful day, and now it would meet Marc's.

Matthew went back down the hall and entered Marc's room. He was still bent over, trying to muster up the strength for a solid smack. He still didn't know Matthew was even in the house, until he spoke.

"Hey there buddy, need a hand?"

Marc was startled at first, but once he saw Matthew, and saw what he had, a smile came to his face.

"Show me what you got."

"As long as you're sure you're not going to regret that remark. I'll do it, but it will be my way." Matthew said, wanting to make sure Marc knew what he was asking for.

Matthew wanted to do this, but he wasn't going to do it halfway. He was going to be in control, that's the only way it would work. Marc looked deep into Matthew's eyes. This would be the *first* time he'd submitted to anyone, and he had been longing for this for a long time. The self-spanking wasn't satisfactory in the least. Sure, the sting was there, but you just couldn't get a good swing in, time after time. Marc knew Matthew understood the situation, and since he had been given so many spankings, knew how to administer one himself. He trusted Matthew, loved Matthew, and knew this was the right time.

"Your way."

That's all Marc had to say, the rest was read in the eyes. Matthew went over to the bed and sat down. "Come here, over my knees."

Marc obediently went over, and laid himself across Matthew's knees. His legs hung off the end of the bed. He was feeling a rush of emo