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: 26 Jan 1998
"What the hell are you doing, you fucking pervert?" Nick said.
"I was..." I was stunned, I didn't know what to say, what could I say. There I was playing with myself in front of his window.
"I know what you were doing, and I have a good mind to call the cops."
"No, please don't do that Nick, I mean Mr. Peters, anything but that."
"Anything?" he said with smile. "Get your ass in here."
I did as I was told, I had already had one run in with the cops, I didn't need another. By the time I got inside he had gotten dressed.
"Well there son, I think we need to teach you lesson. How old are you now?"
"I'm 19, sir."
"19? When was the last time you had the perverted ass of yours spanked?"
With the question my crotch was bulging. "5 years, sir," I sputtered out.
"Well, I think it is about time we update that. You are going to receive 30 strappings with my belt, and 20 with my paddle for peeping, and an additional 15 of each for enjoying the peepshow. All on your bare ass."
"No, please sir. I won't do it again."
"You are right you won't do it again, but you just earned a sound hand spanking for arguing. Now strip!"
He sat down on the sofa, and watched me strip. I was stripped down to my briefs, and then motioned to remove those too. There I was, naked, in all my glory.
"Now lay across my lap."
I positioned my naked body across his lap. Immeadiately he started to carress my hairy ass. Then, Smack, Smack, Smack. He hit with all his might, as I squirmed across his lap. He spanked me for a solid ten minutes before stopping. My ass was on fire already. For the strapping, he took me to the scene of the crime, his bedroom.
"Bend over the bed, and look straight ahead."
I could hear him moving around behind me, nut I didn't dare looking. Suddenly, I felt his manly hand carressing my ass and probing my exposed hole. Nick was gay, but then again so was I. I began to feel a my cock getting hard, once again. The pleasure of his hand rubbing my ass stopped. Then, Crack, Crack, CRACK. The pain of his belt raged through my body. After fifteen hard swats my hard-on was gone. After, thirty I was crying, begging for him to stop. This only made him hit harder, so I held back the tears as best I could. At the end of the forty five my ass was very, Very sore.
"Please, Nick no more, I can't take any more."
"But, you deserved all you have gotten, and I do agree, that you have had enough."
"Thank you Nick." I said as I started to get up.
"Not so fast." He said holding me in place. "You got to enjoy your peepshow, now its my turn. You stay just how you are, in fact you will probably enjoy this."
I knew exactly what he meant, little did he know this is what I had been hoping for. I didn't plan for this to happen that way, but I wouldn't change a thing. In fact, it is just about Nick's shower time, I think I'll go for a walk.