Mediation by Paddle
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  **WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of sexual
  intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two adult
  males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your
  location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
  
  **REMARK** This story picks up in the world set up by the stories
  _Spanking Party_ and _Justin Returns_. If you haven't read them, I
  recommend them based on the feedback I've received.
  
  Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is
  purely coincidental.
  
  Author: TopLegal, toplegal@geocities.com
  
  (c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web in full.

Prologue
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  As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big
  city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among
  other S&M proclivities.
  
  Now, every lawyer has probably heard of mediation, but few
  probably mean quite what I mean in this context by it. Here, the
  paddle settles the score by blistering butt.
  
  My two "married" friends Dave and Rob frequently get into
  protracted disputes. When they went to buy a car, it took a month
  for them to just agree on a color and then Rob changed his mind at
  the last minute.
  
  **Mediation** became necessary.
  
  By the time they finally purchased their pathetically
  soccer-mom-esque blue Volvo wagon, both of them had gotten some
  mediation at least once.
  
  Thus far, I don't have many clients for this practice other than
  Dave and Rob, but they've enjoyed it, mostly when the other is
  getting it, but I've wondered about expanding it. But, maybe then
  it might become too commercial.
  
How it all started
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  Now, for all I complain about Dave and Rob being joined at the
  hip, my close circle, with Dave and Tom, acts collectively as a
  creature of habit. Every Friday since we connected 5 odd years
  ago, dinner out. Saturday dinner at my place, take in chinese.
  Sunday, brunch.
  
  Things have changed slightly in that pattern both over time and on
  specific weekends. Over the years various boyfriends, and sex
  partners, have sat at the table. When Rob came along, he soon
  became a regular. And like Justin, I suspect even if Dave and Rob
  broke up, Rob would keep coming.
  
  Now, shortly after they met and became joined at the hip, I had
  occasion to spend a whole day with Dave and Rob out at the Art
  Museum.
  
  It was a Monday holiday, and the Museum had a new gallery exhibit
  on Picasso. Throughout the day, Dave and Rob bickered like little
  children over whether to move to the suburbs or not. The argument
  had become rather immature and had degraded with jabs being shot
  across the bow constantly.
 
  I stood in between them as we took the taped tour of the exhibit.
  This did not deter the argument. As we walked from picture to
  picture on the tape, one and then the other would get their side
  in.
  
  "Suburbs."
  
  "City."
  
  Well, you get the picture. I found the whole thing obnoxious. But,
  I think in many ways they were also asking for my help in settling
  the dispute. Now, personally, I would prefer to live in the city
  so you may be wondering how they ended up in the suburbs. The
  answer is that in mediation, of any sort, the mediator's
  preferences aren't a trump card, rather the mediator is supposed
  to seek the common ground.
  
  I decided to invite them to my apartment for dinner midway through
  the tape tour. I also decided that I would settle the dispute one
  way or another. My cock throbbed, I hoped it was the other way.
  
Mediation
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  By the time we got back to my apartment from the museum it was
  late afternoon and the bickering had continued throughout the day.
  
  I announced that I was going to settle this matter through
  mediation.
  
  They looked at me quizzically.
  
  I sent each of them to a separate bedroom in my apartment.
  
  I first went into the room Rob had entered and sat down with him
  on the bed. We talked about his preferences, he wanted to get out
  of the city. After about 30 minutes of discussion, I told him to
  wait in the bedroom. He was in my dungeon bedroom and so he was
  not eager to wait. I think he already knew at that point that I
  was into S&M, but waiting in a room with a spanking horse and
  paddles among other toys could be uncomfortable I'm sure.
  
  Next, Dave and I talked. He had gotten antsy waiting and was
  pacing the room. I sat him down on the bed and we talked about it.
  He wanted to stay because he didn't want to lose his social life
  with Tom and I. I told him to wait in the bedroom while I talked
  to Rob some more.
  
  I went and spoke to Rob about Dave's concerns and Rob agreed that
  as a couple the two of them would maintain Dave's contacts with
  Tom and I. Rob could not understand why Dave was concerned
  about this since he was as much a part of the whole circle.
  
  I went back to Dave, but he had changed his mind and didn't want
  to move at all.
  
  That was the moment I formed my resolve. Dave wasn't being
  reasonable, if Rob agreed on any issue, Dave still wasn't willing
  to move. I took Dave into the other room with Rob and pushed him
  over the spanking horse.
  
  He was **not** expecting that.
  
  I began to spank him over his pants.
  
  Rob sat silently afraid to intercede.
  
  Dave complained, loudly, and I ignored his complaints. When he
  moved his hands in the way, I tied them to the front of the
  spanking horse. When he began kicking with his still free legs, I
  took his pants off and restrained his legs.
  
  Then I stopped for a minute. I told Rob he could either watch
  while Dave got paddled or he could leave the room, either way I
  announced, Dave was getting 30 of my best.
  
  Dave screamed.
  
  Rob smiled.
  
  Rob did me one better though and dropped his trousers and shoved
  his cock in Dave's mouth. I hadn't planned on that one, but after
  a brief pause, I decided that it would make the punishment and
  humiliation for Dave **significantly** more acute. Plus it had the
  added bonus of making it clear to Dave that Rob's position had won
  this round and changing his wasn't acceptable.
  
  I went to the wall and selected my favorite paddle. A beautiful
  wooden correcter. At 1/4" thick, 4" wide and a foot long, its
  solid oak lets the spankee know who's the boss **very** rapidly.
  
  While Rob forced Dave to suck cock, I began a painful spanking.
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  I paused. Dave was in agony already. Rob was in ecstasy. And I was
  rock hard inside my pants.
  
  I took the moment to caress the reddening butt cheeks that my
  paddle was working and squeeze the now hot flesh. Then I resumed
  in sets of five.
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT**
  
  Each blow was distinct and hard. Dave's ass was mine. Rob shot his
  load at this point and left his now softer cock and cum in Dave's
  mouth. Dave attempted to cry but Rob rammed his groin tightly into
  Dave's face. I was throwing a raging boner that I released from my
  pants as I continued to beat Dave into a blistering crying baby.
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
    
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
    
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
    
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
    
  Twenty more of my best connected with his ass. Rob removed his
  cock and Dave began to bawl. I released his restraints and put him
  against the window for observation. His ass was blistered and red.
  Rob looked very satisfied.
  
  While he cried against the window, I sat on my spanking horse,
  cock rock solid 8" and throbbing admiring my work. Rob was kind
  enough to provide me a blow job as I watched his boyfriend cry
  naked and exposed to the city.
  
  Rob is not such a great cocksucker, but that worked in my favor
  here. Twenty minutes after I finished beating his boyfriend sore
  Rob was still sucking away at me and I was still enjoying blistered
  butt. Dave was still in tears and seemed about to move away from
  the window from embarrassment.
  
  "Stay," I barked.
  
  He did.
  
  Finally Rob's efforts succeeded and I shot a massive load from my
  huge low slung balls into his waiting mouth. Then he sat down next
  to me to watch his crying boyfriend.
  
  Out loud he thanked me for settling the matter and we kissed.
  
  Dave cried.
  
  We must have watched Dave for several hours before he was ready to
  leave the corner and come sit on my hard dining room chairs for
  dinner. **Ouch!** did that smart.
  
  By next week they had found their new suburban house and were set
  to move in.
  
  A job well done.
  
Sunday
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  I hadn't decided by Sunday morning whether to bring Justin with me
  or not. Regardless of who ended up getting paddled, having Justin
  watch would be particularly extra humiliating for either Dave or
  Rob.
  
  As Justin and I lay in bed, his head nestled against my chest, I
  decided that Justin might as well come along since at various
  times in the future the gang would see him all but buck naked and
  also probably see him getting spanked as well.
  
  I nudged the sleeping adonis on my chest awake and he looked up at
  me smiling. We kissed. He was settling in to our life together
  nicely. Yesterday had brought him completely under my roof, his
  own apartment empty -- not that there was much there -- and his
  life now all under my roof.
  
  He had experienced a second bedtime spanking, willingly and
  actually enjoyed it this time. His cock became pleasantly firm
  between my legs. Although he had pushed my normal limits a bit far
  during the whole move, I cut him a good bit of slack to let him
  accustom himself to my routine and my demands.
  
  Walking through the apartment naked, or in a jockstrap, he looked
  stunning. His butt was still sore from the first night but that
  just turned me on.
  
  I told him about my plans for the day and he smiled.
  
  As we got dressed to head to brunch we talked about whether he
  wanted to work or not. I reminded him he didn't have to. He said
  he wanted to and asked about my client base and other details.
  
  As we drove to Dave and Rob's suburban home I discussed office
  politics and what I would be having him do. He made some great
  suggestions on the ride about how to handle a matter I had with
  the IRS over an illegal seizure and I decided he could handle that
  case for me since I liked his thinking on the matter. This was the
  Justin I remember most from back in law school. Sharp, bright,
  articulate, but also shy in a strange way. I kiss him.
  
  We arrive at Dave and Rob's.
  
  Rob greats us in the driveway and looks surprised to see Justin
  with me. His surprise was twofold. He didn't quite catch the cues
  that Justin and I were going home together. But the look of
  embarrassment that washed over his face revealed the worst aspect
  of the surprise, the realization that if he is in the wrong,
  Justin will see him get the paddle.
 
Breakfast
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  We enter the house and Dave while less surprised to see Justin
  also has a look of embarrassment on his face. I smile broadly. We
  sit down at their dining room table. I fondly recall the large number of
  mediations that went into the decoration of their home.
  
  After a delightful breakfast over which Justin talks openly about
  moving in with me and his new job, the topics are all
  pleasantries. Dave looks at me guardedly, wondering if Justin is
  getting spanked among other matters. I look back at him and mouth,
  "Ask."
  
  He does. "Justin," he says, "so are you living with him for real
  or just getting the royal princess treatment?"
  
  I roll my eyeballs. The man can't ask straight out.
  
  I interject before Justin can answer.
  
  "Justin, he wants to know if you're getting spanked now that you
  are living with me again."
  
  Justin is embarrassed by this question, asked so brazenly, and by
  me.
  
  He summons his courage and responds, "Yes, I am."
  
  A conversation stopper.
  
  Breakfast trails off in silence.
  
The Dispute
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  We head towards the living room and I ask Dave what the problem
  between he and Rob is. Rob groans. Dave explains that he would
  like Rob to quit his job to be at home more for him.
  
  Rob starts to interject, but a glare from me silences him. He
  knows the process for my mediations all to well now. I don't
  physically separate them anymore, but each person says their side
  fully and then the other and back and forth without interuptions.
  
  Dave continues without prompting. He explains how his salary can
  support them both while Rob's job waiting tables at a theatre
  district restaurant pays for nothing and keeps him out of the
  house till late. Especially now that he works the 5-11 shift
  Monday through Friday. Further Dave explains, the take home pay
  doesn't cover the commuting expenses. When they had met, Dave was
  a cardiovascular surgeon, still is, and Rob was an out-on-his-luck
  performer. Over the 3 odd years they've been together, not much
  has changed. Dave wants a trophy wife -- husband -- at this point,
  and Rob is determined to earn his keep somewhat.
  
  After Dave finishes, I turn to Rob. He explains how much he enjoys
  working and that Dave had encouraged him to find something to do
  involving his acting. I ask him if he thinks waiting tables in the
  theatre district fits that bill, he shrugs.
  
  The conversation goes back and forth for awhile. And then I leave
  the room and take Justin with me. I ask Justin his opinion. He
  suggests that both should be able to work if the want. I ask him
  whether he thinks it is fair for Rob to waste his time waiting
  tables at exactly those hours when Dave is most likely to be home
  and looking for emotional support and caring. I point out that if
  Rob were acting in a play rather than just trying to prove a point
  about making money, I could see it differently. Also, I point out
  that Rob agreed to go to Dave's hospital functions, but now with
  his work schedule would be busy every weekday evening.
  
  Justing nods in agreement, we kiss for a bit and I let the two of
  them wait.
  
  I send Justin out to the car for my briefcase -- and paddle.
  
Mediation
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  I return to the room and talk about my thoughts and concerns. Rob
  starts to interrupt but thinks the better of it. I have Rob strip
  and come over my knee for a lecture.
  
  I talk to him about his role in Dave's life and vice versa. I
  explain that while he is welcome to pursue acting as a serious
  career, waiting tables is hardly fulfilling his life's goal. He is
  firmly over my lap and I am rubbing his ass cheeks and feeling his
  crack.
  
  Justin comes in with my briefcase. I tell him to open it and get
  out my paddle. He does. Rob is somewhat lucky, by getting spanked
  here, he doesn't need to be tied over my spanking horse plus Dave
  will find it harder to ram his cock into Rob's mouth over my lap
  which is lower than the horse positions the spankee's body.
  
  After a few minutes of lecturing him about his behavior and his
  insistence on breaking the agreement, I lift the paddle over Rob's
  firm tight butt.
  
  **SWAT**
  
  The response is instant, and Rob lets out a loud "Yelp!"
  
  Dave comes over and with his pants off, positions his cock in
  Rob's uplifted mouth. Rob is definitely going to find this
  unpleasant. Not only to be spanked, but to have his head held up
  awkwardly to suck his boyfriend's rock hard cock as he gets
  spanked. Further Justin has moved in front of Rob's line of sight
  so Rob is aware of Justin's observation of his humiliation. And
  Justin's approval of it.
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
  
  I land 5 successive and brutal blows of the paddle on his ass. His
  body is bucking in agony as his butt gets blistered. Dave is doing
  an outstanding job of holding Rob's face and mouth firmly around
  his raging hard-on. I pause and take some time to caress the
  reddening butt of one of my best friends.
  
  I fondle his fuckhole and pucker it slightly. And then squeeze and
  kneed his reddening cheeks.
  
  **Thirty more swats.** I pronounce.
  
  Rob tries to scream but Dave has his hands on the back of Rob's
  head and all I hear is "Nppppmppp mmmumppph." Dave nods at me and
  begins face fucking his boyfriend while I turn my attention to
  punishment.
  
  I reach between Rob's legs and pull his cock out and fondle it
  briefly. It is slightly hard. After a few strokes it hardens and
  Rob relaxes.
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
  
  **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT** **SWAT**
  
  I finish his punishment swiftly and painfully. 30 strokes that
  turn his once bright white butt a deep crimson with blisters and
  welting. His ass is on fire. I keep him over my ass as he cries
  and Dave finishes getting a blow job from him. Then I stand him up
  and place him in the picture window.
  
  I've always considered punishment different than play. Michael and
  my live-ins I play with. Sometimes I spank them in fun places for
  long periods with my hand for fun, for control, for arousal, for
  ejaculation, you name it. This is different though this is not for
  pleasure.
  
  Punishment.
  
  It has to be excruciating as far as I am concerned. Here I don't
  worry about my partner's arousal, but rather that their butt hurt
  and they be utterly humiliated. I send Justin outside to stare at
  Rob in the window and look in as Dave sucks me off.
  
  I spread my legs and open my fly to reveal a raging hard on. Few
  things get me as hot as having spanked a boy.
  
  Dave is eager to please. He kisses me and thanks me for making a
  good decision out loud. Rob visibly cringes but remains against
  the window. I see Justin through the window now taunting Rob and
  making faces. Rob is attempting to look away.
  
  Before he realizes it, my hand **FIRMLY** swats his already sore
  butt and he jumps. Face out I remind him.
  
  I sit back down and let Dave suck me off to the sounds of Rob's
  crying.
  
  As Dave sucks, I gaze on at my effective handiwork, a bright red,
  sore butt and a crying boy.
  
  After I shoot, I motion for Justin to come back inside the house.
  
  I order Justin to lick Robert's red ass with his tongue.
  
  He looks at me strangely, but knows better already than to argue
  with me and does as I ask.
  
  He moves his agile tongue across the red ass with ease. Licking
  Rob's sore behind in large ovals and repeated licks. The sensation
  calms Rob enough to make him stop crying, and I see his cock
  hardening from the sensation of a wet tongue on his sore ass.
  
  I walk over and bring Rob to me. I have him sit down on my lap and
  I pull his face to me and kiss him and whisper to him. After
  mediations now, I spend a lot of time talking with the punished
  side about how I expect them to behave.
  
  After our conversation I ask if he wants Justin to give him a blow
  job. He nods grinning and I tell Justin to do it. Justin does it
  beautifully, the man has such a wonderful skilled tongue. Within
  less than a minute, Rob's hot cum has filled Justin's mouth. I
  send Rob up to bed to rest and Justin and I hang out with Dave for
  a bit before leaving the two to themselves.
 
The Ride Home
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  As soon as we pull away from the house, Justin starts the
  conversation. Justin indicates that he didn't like me embarrassing
  him about getting spanked at home.
  
  I remain silent to hear him out.
  
  He wants our relationship at home to be private.
  
  I shake my head slightly.
  
  I point out that he didn't mind learning about Dave and Rob's
  personal life or embarrassing them.
  
  Silence.
  
  When we get home that afternoon, I decide I will handle the
  situation by going over my rules with him -- explicitly. Since
  whatever he thought he learned wasn't the whole story.
  
Epilogue by the Author
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  This story is completely fictional and is an outgrowth of my own
  fascination with spanking. I find spanking so erotic because it is
  such a release and such a power trip. After I've had an erotic
  spanking session with someone I find myself so relaxed and at
  peace.
  
  Let me know what you think of this story by writing me at the
  e-mail address at the of the story. I've gotten a number of very
  positive responses to the original "Spanking Party" story I wrote
  and continue to receive them. As a result I've written more.
  Continued feedback means continued stories. Suggestions for the
  characters welcome.
  
  Planned future works in this 'universe': Rules for Justin, I spank
  Geoffrey the snooty co-worker I've mentioned previously, Justin
  spanked in front of my dinner party, Michael 2/Spanking Party 2,
  and perhaps others.