Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 14 May 1998
Well the night before the big bash, I received a call informing the party was canceled. Great, now what do I do? I called the agency back, but sorry no refunds. So now I have a mann for the evening, and nothing to do. I'll be damned if I am going out to dinner, and dishing out more money. Maybe I can get him to clean my house, yeah right.
6pm, rolls around, and there is a knock at the door. I nervously answer it, wondering what have I done. I open the door to the most beautiful sight imaginable. Standing before me is this gorgeous man, about 6', 190 lbs, short dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a perfectly trimmed mustache and goatee. This stunning man can't be a day over 23, and the tight blue jeans accent him perfectly, in all areas. I invite him in. I inform him that the plans for the night have fallen through, and now its a quiet night at home. I offer him a drink, he settles for a soda. We sit in the living room and chat. He tells me all about the exciting world of escorting.
"So, how did you become involved in...uh...escorting?" I ask.
As I set my drink down on the table, my hand accidently starts the tape in the vcr. Oh shit! I forgot to take out my porn tape 'Spank 'Em Hard'. The discussion stops as all attention goes to the television. I reach for the remote, as a bad boy gets good belting.
"I am so embaressed. Let me just..."
"No I don't mind at all."
I watch the young stud, identified only as Rick, become totally engrossed into the video. He waches intently as the asses onscreen become redder and redder. I watch as his pants begin to bulge.
"When was the last time you were spanked?" I ask catching him off guard.
"I don...maybe...at least twelve years ago." He answers nervously.
Watching the action on screen, I say "You would like to be in that position, wouldn't you? At the mercy of another man, having your bare ass spanked."
He sat there silent, either he would except, or change the subject. To my surprise and pleasure, he was more than ready to except.
"Please don't spank me sir, I won't do it again. I will be careful, I won't spill anything else onn your new furniture."
"If you are going to be irresponsible, I am going to have to teach you a lesson," I say, catching on to the role play. "Now strip. I am going to teach you how to respecy other peoples items."
The young man stood and removed his shirt, exposing his beautifully sculpted abs. The slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He bent down to take off his shoes and socks. Then slid those jeans down. He was very aroused. Then he slid his tight, white jockey shorts to the ground. His cock was magnificent. Perfectly cut, and at least eight inches long, yet not fully erect. I slide over to the center of the couch and motioned him over. He layed perfectly over my lap. His ass cheeks were two perfect white mounds, with a light grazing of dark hair. I slowly caressed these milky white mounds. Then, I began spanking each cheek. First the right, then the left. Alternating hits, increasing speed and strenght as I spanked. His ass was becoming redder and redder, and apparently sorer and sorer. With each hit he began grunting and shifting. After about seventy five spanks I stopped.
"Stand up, and bend over that chair in the corner."
"Oh please sir," He said his voice beging to break, slightly. " I have learned my lesson I will be careful. Please don't spank my ass any more."
I withdrew my belt from my onw jeans, and doubled it over, allowing it to crack in the air. I could tell by his incredible boner he was ready for more. Crack. The belt slammed against his already red ass. Crack. Crack. CRACK. Three quick hits bit into his ass. His cheeks clenched, a nd his body jerked with each stroke, but he continued to bend down a little further, pushing his ass out for more. The belt ripped into his ass again and again, after forty whacks, his boner was long gone, and his grunts had become squeals of pain. I threw the belt to the ground and caressed his sore, red cheeks, with my hand. The I knealt down and caressed them with my tongue. The fuzz on his cheeks tickled my tongue, as the heat radiated off. Then, I bit his ass cheek, firmly, but not too hard.
"Im sorry sir, I didn't mean to. Please don't punish me."
He turned to me with a devilish grin, and ordered me to strip. I eagerly complied. He then instructed me to bend over the side of the couch, since he was unable to pull me over his own knee. He grabbed my cheeks and caressed them, and pinched them. Then, he began to slap each cheek, fast and furious. I was squirming after ten hits, but he continued smacking my ass. Harder and harder, if that was possible. His bare hand hit as hard as any wooden spoon. Finally after eighty some smacks, I lost count, he stepped into the kitchen, ordering me not to move. He had noticed a paddle on the counter. It was actually a wooden cutting board, about a 1/2" - 1" thick. He rubbed the paddle across my already sizzling buns. Crack. The paddle landed hard on my ass. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. CRACK. Five sharp shots in a row, I was doing the dance, the side to side-avoid the next hit dance. No such luck. He paddled my ass with a vengance. He didnt stop until he reached seventy five whacks. My ass was on fire. He went to the table and grabbed a couple cubes of ice, and caressed my ass, letting the coolness soothe me. After a few minutes of colling down, we watched each other jack-off. We dressed, and time was up. We thanked each other, and he left.
Hiring an escort turned out to bea good thing, although I didn't get to show off this fine specimen, I did enjoy staying home, in fact he is coming over again tomorrow. This time is on him, he gave me his home number, and I plan on seeing him alot more. Wait until he sees the new paddle I bought, just for him.
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