Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
From: an336787@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri,  4 Aug 1995 21:08:05 UTC
Subject: Brothers in Woodshed (m/m Consen Sex)

After months of enjoying ASS, it's time to contribute. This is my 
first post. It is a story containing discipline 
and sex between consulting adults. Both participants are men. If 
stories like this offend you, please read 
no further. If you are under age you do not belong in this newsgroup.


"To the Woodshed for a sound bare bottom spanking!  

Older brother seeks unruly younger brother for overdue discipline." 
The 
advertisement in the *net* personals caused me to become aroused 
instantly.  

I responded the ad, and began a dialogue with Paul that lasted 
several days. 
We had a lot in common ranging from similar fantasies and desires to 
explore 
those fantasies; to age, height and weight. He supplied directions to 
his 
place, and I agreed to be there early on the following Saturday. We 
were 
going to engage in some stimulating role playing.  

The drive took me into deep country, but I had no trouble finding his 
house. 
It was secluded on several wooded acres, miles from the nearest main 
road. A 
long rambling driveway led to the house. I parked next to Paul's new 
BMW. 

Paul greeted me at the door. If nothing else, I expected to be 
disappointed by 
his appearance. My expectations were that he had overstated his 
physical 
characteristics. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he hadn't, he 
was every 
bit a hunk and had described himself modestly. 
	 
We talked briefly, both obviously uncomfortable with the purpose of 
my visit. 
We established some rapport before Paul suggested that we start. We 
went 
out his back door and into the backyard. 

"The woodshed, by the way, is the barn." He said as we headed towards 
the 
large building in the back. "It will serve the same purpose." We went 
through 
a side door and into a vast straw covered interior. Paul had set up a 
corner of 
the barn as "the woodshed." 
  
"You know, you've been a very bad boy Mike. You've been talking back 
to Ma, 
you've been using foul language, you've ignored your curfews. . . 
it's going to 
have to stop." 

"I know but. . ." 

"I don't want to hear it." He cut me off with a sincere glare. Ma's 
told me to 
give you the punishment you deserve." 

"Maybe another chance?" 

"Listen to you. That's the problem. We've given you too many chances. 
You've 
run out of those. The only thing that will get your attention is 
discipline. Get 
undressed." 

"I don't think you have any right. . ." 

"You're only making it worse for yourself." Neither of us said 
anything for 
several seconds. Why don't you try taking your punishment like a man.
  

"All right. What do you want me to take off?" 

He smiled. "Everything. I want your ass buck naked. In fact, we're 
both going 
to get naked." 

Despite the dialog we were both nervous as we shed our clothes. We 
tossed 
each piece into a pile off the side as we took them off. The straw 
felt harsh 
against our bare feet. We quickly stripped without pausing. Once 
naked it 
seemed chilly in the barn, but I knew that some of our shivering may 
have 
been more from nerves. 

Paul was as good looking naked as he was with his clothes on. He 
looked like 
he was in great shape. He had broad shoulders, a large firm chest, 
and a 
remarkable taper to a narrow waist and flat stomach. He had a small 
compact and nearly hairless ass. His erect penis bore a remarkable 
resemblance to my own. 

There was a long silent pause as we checked each other out. Neither 
of us 
mentioned the other's arousal. "I think we should get started." 

"It's okay, I promise to do better. We don't have to go through this. 
You can 
tell Ma that you took care of me, and that will be the end of it." 

"No. It's not that simple. I really don't think you understand how 
far you 
went, and hopefully this will finally get your attention." 

Paul had me stand by a railing. He spread my legs wide then had me 
lean 
into the railing with my arms stretched out wide. This position 
perfectly 
aligned my ass for his paddle. Nothing happened for several long 
moments. I 
glanced behind me to see was Paul was doing. He was stroking his cock 
as he 
stared at me. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning around. 

"Nothing. . . I'm just enjoying the moment. I mean look at the two of 
us. A 
ridiculous sight to others, perhaps. But to us. . . triggers to our 
fantasy 
world." 

"I know. I'm a little preoccupied with how I'm going to react to 
being 
disciplined. Will pain become pleasure, or just more pain?" 

"Let's get back into our roles of brothers and find out. Turn back 
around and 
get ready." 

The first few strokes were mild, soft pats. "Is that the hardest you 
can hit?" I 
taunted. The next few were harder, but not very painful. "Even harder.
" I 
encouraged. 

Paul's strokes became hard firm blows that were driven home and held 
into 
my ass. My silence was confirmation that the blows were effective. 
The pain 
fueled my sexual energy. I felt a direct response of sexual 
stimulation with 
each blow. I began to ache for an orgasm. I reached for my cock and 
began 
stroking. . . . 

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Paul asked. 

"Jerking off." 

"Oh, no. You have to earn your orgasms little brother, and you still 
have a 
ways to go." Paul had me turn around. He bound my hands with a thin 
white 
cord then, as I lifted my arms over my head, strung the cord through 
a large 
eye bolt in an overhead beam. He tightened the slack, forcing me up 
and onto 
my toes.  

Paul stepped away and surveyed his work as he stroked his cock. He 
was 
dribbling pre-cum and his cock glistened with it as he spread it over 
his 
shaft. "This is really quite the sight." he said. 

"The same is true from here." I said. 

He stepped back over to me and touched my cock for the first time. I 
stiffened 
and took a deep breath. He stroked me very lightly then swabbed my 
pre-
cum over my glans concentrating on the sensitive ridge of my glans. 
He used 
his other hand to grab my balls, separating and lightly kneading them 
with 
his fingers. 

"If I really wanted to do something cruel to punish you I'd shave you 
from 
your navel right down and around to the top of the crack of your ass. 
I 
wonder what the other boys would say to you in the showers after gym 
and 
after football practice?" 

"No don't. Please." 

He was silent for a moment. "Not this time." He went to a table off 
to the side 
and came back with a short black riding crop. "No, by the time I get 
through 
with this you'll have had plenty. Let's resume." Paul began slapping 
my cock 
with the flat oval shaped tip of the crop. The blows stung and caused 
my cock 
to bounce madly in response to each stroke. He them used the crop to 
lift my 
penis up flush against my belly, then held it there with the palm of 
his free 
hand. Without warning, he then began to lightly spank my balls. 

"Aaagh. Shit that hurts. Knock it off." I jumped around and tried to 
move my 
legs for protection. He stopped after the fifth stroke. 

"All right, little brother. Now you know that whatever else I do to 
you is not 
the worse I can do." Paul then took hold of my cock and stroked me, 
long hard 
strokes intended to bring me closer to my orgasm. "The only effect 
that had 
was it made you a little harder and a little longer!" He played with 
my cock, 
stroking me to the brink of orgasm, then suddenly stopped. 

That's when the assault began. 

Paul began lashing me with the crop over every part of my body as he 
walked 
around me. Shoulders, chest, stomach, back. . . an intense barrage 
over my 
ass. He seemed to be coming from all sides at once. I crossed the 
threshold of 
an enormous orgasm. I blasted arcs of cum several feet away. Paul 
ignored 
my orgasm and continued to beat me mercilessly. 

I was only vaguely aware of Paul cutting me down and laying me face 
down 
on a mound of straw and immediately mounting me from behind. Compared 

to everything else, his heavily lubricated entry and intense 
thrusting were 
nothing. He came quickly and collapsed beside me on the straw. I fell 
asleep 
for a little while and woke to a chilly damp afternoon. I ached all 
over. 

I suddenly realized I was alone. I noticed Paul's clothes were gone. 
I quickly 
dressed and left the barn. Paul's car was gone. He had slipped a 
business 
card under one of my wiper blades. There was a short hand written 
note. 
Let's do this again. I'll be in touch. Paul.