Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 16:11:55 +0100
From: Lustful_Orcs <Lustful_Orcs@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Creep from Spanxalot

The Creep from Spanxalot.com

a M/M spanking story by Lustful_Orcs


DESCRIPTION:  a prolific Spanxalot writer discovers that sometimes
truth is stranger than fiction. *M/M, spanking, abusive language*

WARNING: This story is quite explicit and is rated Triple X, NC-17
meaning it is suitable for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit descriptions
dealing with
-homosexual gay sex between males of the same gender- and in addition to
that contains scenes that might be regarded as distasteful or even
disturbing. Liking or disliking this story or its direct or implied
content is in no way indicative of the sexual preference of the reader.
All acts take place between consenting adults and are fictional. The
writer's sole intent is to provide the reader with an entertaining or
even stimulating reading experience. The writer can not be held
responsible for anything closely or remotely associated with this story,
sentient life or the universe in general. Protected by international
copyright laws. This story or parts thereof may be kept, multiplied and
printed for personal use or that of single acquaintances at the same
time, but may not be quoted or publicized without expressed consent of
the writer.

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The generic disclaimer aside it needs be stressed once more that this
story and its characters are entirely fictional, and solely written for
entertainment purposes. The website too is fictional and not based on any
site by that name.


Open your mind, buckle up and enjoy the ride !


Lustful_Orcs

November 2006



The Creep from Spanxalot

a M/M spanking story by LustfulOrcs



Mike slapped his own cheek and then pounded the wheel three times, trying
to get out of his drowsy state. He had driven his pickup truck for many
hours, and fearing he'd fall asleep if he took a break, he decided to
drive the final hours without rest. He was beyond coffee, and the thermos
had run out hours ago. As he drove through the night, hypnotized by the
monotony of road in his headlights, he time after time drifted off, then
startled and got somewhat alert again. A good thing that except for the
car behind him, there was nobody on the deserted road.

As he drifted off once more, the car behind him suddenly gave a short
wail of a siren and letting a light bar flicker blue and red
continuously.

"Oh crap, not that!" Mike growled and pulled over. The police car stopped
behind him and a cop got out and approached Mike's pickup truck, Mike
hastily brought down the window. the last thing he'd want is a ticket
right now.

The cop now stood by his window, he was a big black guy in his early
thirties, sternly staring down at Mike.

"Good evening. Do we know we were speeding and going left to right?" the
cop spoke with an overbearing presence, they were polite words but with
urgency to them.

"Uhmm.. I.. I guess I might have gone a bit.."

"Not a bit." the cop interrupted,
"A lot." he drew near and smelled the air.
"Have we been drinking?"

"Oh no, really not!" Mike said, a bit shaken by the cop's dominant
attitude.

Mike had a thing for dominance, and a stern man in uniform could make him
weak in the knees, which made it a good thing he sat down.

"Sir: produce your driver's license." Mike hastily went through the mess
in his glove compartment. He found it, and quickly handed it over. The
stern cop took it from him and looked. His eyes widened a bit, then the
cop started to grin most menacingly.

"Well, well, well.. If it isn't Mike Penn. Well I'll be damned."

Mike frowned. What..?
Suddenly the cop drew near and said in disgust:

"You're that creep from Spanxalot.com.."

Mike gasped for air. How was this possible?! He didn't get much time to
ponder it.

"You're that creep from Spanxalot.com! You're the guy who writes all of
them plantation stories. Well I'll be damned, I've been meaning to give
you some feedback and I guess I get to do that in person now."

Mike was stunned. He didn't like where this was going. At Spanxalot he
had posted a series of plantation slavery stories, and now he found
himself alone at night on a Mississippi back road, confronted by a black
cop who was clearly not amused. He looked at the cop's badge and a shock
shot through his body like lightning.

Holy crap - this was none other than Anos Red, THE most extreme spanking
and discipline author ever! Mike gasped and looked at the big cop like a
rabbit caught in the headlights. The cop reached into Mike's car, and
opened the door from within, then grabbed him by his greasy collar and
pulled him out of the car.

"Against the car!" the cop demanded.

"Sir.. I.."

"Against the goddamn car ya creep!" the black cop shouted and pushed the
already complying driver to hurry him along. He drew close from behind
and whispered sternly:

"I've been reading them there plantation stories you wrote. Is there a
race issue that I should know about?"

"No. Really not. Seriously."

"That doesn't make you any less of a creep." the cop decided, and
suddenly smacked his hand onto Mike's backside and firmly grabbed hold.

"That's quite the ass you got there mr. Penn. I think we can arrange an
alternative punishment for your speeding and driving like a runt. I think
you know what I'm getting at."

Mike's knees gave out, but the cop grabbed him and pinned him to the
pickup truck until he was back on his feet again.

"Well mr Creep? Are we leveling or should I rephrase the question?"

Mike fell silent. His submissive instincts took over and he bowed his
head.

"So a spanking it is?" he feebly whispered.

"Spanking? An almighty ass-whooping is what you're gonna get, just like
in them there plantation stories of yours!"

Mike squeaked. The cop drew near again, until his lips almost touched
Mike's ear, and he whispered with surprising gentleness:

"You'll get it good but I know my real life from my fantasy. Do we have
an agreement?"

Mike closed his eyes, then slightly nodded in submission.

Immediately the cop reached around Mike's waist and undid his belt, then
forcefully pulled down Mike's pants and briefs onto his ankles. He then
took his handcuffs and cuffed Mike's wrists behind his back.

"You're going to get some mr Creep. I'm going to give you something to
write about!" he grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him towards the
cop car, Mike hastily following with clumsy mini-steps, restrained by the
pants on his ankles.

Once there, the officer walked Mike to the front of the cop car and then
made him bend over, tummy down on the hood of the police car, illuminated
blue and red by the flickering light of the lights bar.

"Stay put mr Creep!" the black cop warned, and went to get something from
the car.

Mike lay there tummy down on the hood of the police car, cuffed and with
his pants on his ankles, ready to receive whatever would befall him.

The cop returned, slowly waiving a side-handled baton in the flickering
lights.

"Well lookie here son. Isn't *this* your lucky day!"

"Oh please have mercy officer!"

"Not too much mercy in them there stories of yours though, is there?"

"Oh please!"

"Why gladly!" the cop drew near and pinned Mike's back down onto the hood
with his left hand. With his right hand he started to insistently tap
Mike's buttocks.

"I'd say five for speeding and another five for driving like a runt! Are
you ready?"

"Y.. Yes officer.."

"Do you want it?" Mike pinched his eyes shut.

"Y..yes.."

The cop raised his baton, held behind the side-handle, and then smacked
the baton across Mike's buttocks. Mike was shocked at just how much it
hurt. Then the baton came down again and again, and Mike started
screaming in pain, his screams finding no ears but rabbits and owls on
the empty back road.

All ten were dealt without mercy, and Mike sweated like a hog by the
severity of the spanking. The cop halted and started tracing Mike's
buttocks with the rounded tip of his baton.

"You took that rather well mr Creep. But here are ten more for writing
that plantation series at Spanxalot!"

"Oh no! No please! Nooo!" Mike screamed, but his voice broke in anguish
as smack after smack were dealt with the baton across his rear end,
making him shake on his knees, and even worse when the pain of the
thrashing sent poor Mike beside himself in the flickering reds and blues
of the lights bar.

"Are you pissing on my grill son?!" the cop recoiled in shock and indeed
poor Mike was so beside himself that he had let go.
"You nasty motherfucker! -Damn- man! I guess that earns you five more.."

"Oh please! Please I beg of you!!" Mike pleaded, and the cop grinned.

"Either that or you get to lick your piss off my bumper." Mike sighed and
pushed up his tormented rear, ready for the last strokes of his
punishment.

"Somehow that doesn't amaze me Mikey Penn! I do guess you want it don't
you?"

"Y.. yes.."

"Good. I'll make these extra special to remember me by!"

Down came a fierce smack, and one more, and so until the five smacks were
dealt.

Mike lay moaning on the hood of the cop car, and it was clear to see that
aside from the flickering of the lights bar, the backside of Mike had
acquired some reds and blues of its own.

"I'd say that's that for now." the cop decided and undid the handcuffs,
attaching them and the baton to his belt again. Then he undid his zipper
and took out his big dark manmeat, and started rhythmically jerking it,
looking at the sight of Mike's well-spanked rear.

"You've got something good to write about now bitch!" the cop panted, and
firmly tugged his eager meat.

"I'm sorry.."

"Quite sorry I bet. It's something else than those plantation chapters
you keep uploading."

"It.. it won't happen again officer.."

"Are you kidding son? I wanna read how the shit ends, I didn't read
nineteen chapters for no fucking cliffhanger!"

"I'll work on it.. Ohww.."

"But thats not what you'll do first." the cop decided.
"First you will get your ass behind the keyboard and you'll write what
happened to you tonight.."

"But! Err!"

"Oh play with the names and all and create some newbie account to post
without shame, but you will post everything that happened tonight to
Spanxalot and you'd better damn well make sure I'm going to recognize and
like it.." The cop paused, still tugging away at his member.
"Or else I'm going to run your name through the computer and make an
asswhooping house call. Is that clear?"

"Oh yes! I will! I promise!" Mike moaned, and right then the big police
officer came, and squirted his seed all over Mike's tormented rump.

"There, that settles it!" he groaned in satisfaction.

The cop put his sweet parts away, zipped up and got into his cop car.
Then he started the car and drove a few yards in reverse, so that Mike,
pants still down and seed shining on his tormented hams, slid off the
hood and onto the grass beside the road in the headlights of the cop car.
Then he gave one short siren wail, shut off the lights bar and drove off
in the night.



So, err, that's what happened basically.
I'm ashamed to say but maybe you should make that house call even though
I've been good and posted it like it was.
If you didn't retrieve it from the cop car computer, my address and phone
number are  in your Spanxalot inbox...


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