Spanking Party
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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 is somewhat slow paced because the anticipation can
be half the fun and to give you a chance to meet our protagonist. Some of
the other characters in this story will appear in later ones also.

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.


The Stage Is Set ----------------

I looked at the alarm clock. 5 AM. ~GROAN~. Work.

I mutter TGIF. And then, look down on my naked body as I move the sheets,
and slowly realize that it is not just any Friday, but it is First
Friday. Not some arts night on the town, but the monthly spanking party at
the ~Dungeon~. My thoughts turn to Michael, the hot boy who introduced
himself into my life three months ago. My cock hardens and I push that
aside and begin my morning work out routine.

Work ----

Work can drag on. And on. And on.

I find it hard to focus, this has been a long week and the partner's
meeting this week was a royal pain. Oh, how I would love to take that
pompous Geoffrey Duncan III and put him over my lap and give him a sound
spanking. He spent an hour the other night keeping the rest of us there
with various proposals that he "was certain would save us all money and
increase our bottom line." I couldn't help but think several lines on his
bottom would improve the situation for the firm more than anything. In the
end all of his proposals were voted down, we've been through these same
proposals at every partner's meeting for months. Actually, they were
different proposals, same pompous brat.

And tonight, as my last appointment, I needed to work with ~Geoffrey~, he
had gotten himself into trouble over some tax returns with the state
department of revenue. My job, keep him out of jail for blatant tax
fraud. Goodness, how work can drag on. He comes into my office at 5 PM.  An
hour late. **ARGH!**

We start going over his return, but his attitude constantly gets in the
way. He just can't understand why he should have to pay any fines or what
he did wrong.  While many people think Tax law is boring, I find it
stimulating. Crunching the numbers, working the code. But Geoffrey should
go to jail, I fantasize about this as we work out a marginal excuse that
will fly because of his family reputation and their connections in state
politics. I imagine his beautiful body raped by some tough guy murders as
they finally knock that grin off his face.

Two hours later than I had hoped, I leave the office, but I have the
satisfaction of knowing I kept pretty boy out of jail. _Sigh_

Dinner ------

My work is demanding, but I'm well paid. Friday is perhaps the only day I
can normally leave the office at a ~human~ hour. And tonight, because of
~Geoffrey~, I'm later than I had hoped.

Back to my stunning apartment which overlooks the heart of the city. I
stare out at the lights as I strip naked. I take a long shower and let go
of the tensions of the day, fade away. My cock stiffens as I lather my
chest and abdomen, cleaning myself. Primping for tonight. **Michael**. I
imagine his flesh pressed against me, his ass over my lap.

I end the shower and get dressed.

Tight jeans, my huge cock fills the crotch amply.

Hefty steel toed construction boots.

A tight white short sleeve shirt through which my hot hard nipples can be
discerned.

And finally, a black biker jacket.

I head to the garage of my building, where my "baby," a hot red BMW
convertible awaits. I hop into the seat, lower the roof and pull out of the
garage. I shoot up the Avenue towards the ~Palm and Frond~ a pretentious
new restaurant in the gay section of the town. I arrive only 30 minutes
late despite having overstayed at work. My usual crowd is there, Tom,
Justin, Robert, and David. All of us have gone out for years together on
Friday nights before hitting the bars. They are already deep into their
third round of drinks and the table is replete with appetizers. I sit down
next to Justin and he pats me on the back and says he ordered for me.

I thank him and order a round of drinks for all. I mention work, and
Geoffrey.  Tom says he's convinced Geoffrey is gay and that he thinks he
saw him at ~Key West~ a few months ago. Everyone agrees that someone ought
to stick him in his place. Dinner is delightful and the conversation passes
from topic to topic. As dessert gets served we split up into the bar
crowds. Justin and Tom will probably come with me tonight. Rob and Dave
have been dating since forever now and will probably go home and rent a
movie or something. God, it's so yuppie, they even have a Volvo and a house
in the suburbs now.

Justin mentions that Michael and I will be the main event tonight and Rob
and Dave suddenly change heart and decide to come to the ~Dungeon~ with the
rest of us. Tom covers the bill tonight, remarking that it's a "Bull
Market."

We head out, Justin hops into my Beemer and Tom joins Rob and Dave in the
Volvo for the ride to the ~Dungeon~.

Car Ride --------

Justin had come with me to talk. He didn't make partner at his firm and
didn't want to tell the other guys. I try to console him and offer to take
him on as a senior associate and my right-hand. My firm has had a rough
track record with associates recently, and the Tax department is very short
staffed. I'm the only Tax partner, so I can safely promise the job,
especially if I promise Geoffrey a vote on that Paper Reduction policy by
getting rid of secretarial copy machines and replacing them with a
centralized copy center.

Justin looks relieved. He kisses me, and I look into his eyes
briefly. Justin is so beautiful. But, tonight Michael. My cock
throbs. Justin puts a hand on my nipple and tweaks it gently. **"Later"** I
say. He smiles.

We had been together before, during law school. I always did better then
him in class, on the bar exam, getting jobs, you name it. Three hot years
together. But that was five years ago, and I was still doing better. He
left me, but I don't think he ever stopped loving me. Neither of us had
ever seriously taken up with anyone else, although I had come closest
shortly after passing the bar with Marco... But that is another story.

The walk down memory lane had taken longer than I realized. Hot and turned
on, I pulled into a parking lot. It had taken nearly an hour to get across
town and it is 11 o'clock and we are in an industrial district. I kiss
Justin and we head to the door.

The ~Dungeon~ awaits.

Michael awaits.

The Dungeon -----------

It is worth describing the ~Dungeon~ mostly because it is such an amazing
place.  Located on the waterfront near the shipping yards, it is housed
within a large warehouse. One enters through the ground floor and pays the
cover. Or if you are going to be the object of activities, you can shed
your clothes and enter for free.

No toys or weapons are permitted. Appropriate toys, are always in ample
supply.

After entering, you climb a set of metal stairs and pass through a thick
curtain.  You are then on the catwalk which surrounds the
perimeter. Additionally, the catwalk crosses above the floor at several
points making a great observation deck. On Friday theme nights, the catwalk
**and** ground floor are usually packed with hot men. The lighting is
industrial with roving spotlights hilighting hot action.

The ground floor which is reached by climbing back down the catwalk is
where the action takes place. Tonight the floor is setup for spankings with
chairs, tables, desks, and implements scattered to create ideal spanking
areas. Naked men are already bent firmly over. Other hot men are firmly
paddling butt.

Tom waves and Justin and I join our friends.  They had arrived ahead of us
and claimed prime catwalk space for the main event -- Michael and I -- on
the stage.

I kiss Justin and head down onto the floor. The kiss elicits stares and a
whistle from Dave who remembers what a hot item Justin and I were back in
law school.

Michael -------

I leave my friends for him. Michael. My cock stiffens within my pants.

He showed up three months ago and changed my life. I don't know his last
name. I don't know who he really is. Just a name, a body and a hot hungry
ass that needs a spanking. In my stodgy life the thrill of this is like a
bungie jump without any safety equipment.

He is short at 5'6". His brown hair, wide innocent blue eyes and youthful
goodlooks make him seem barely a day over 21 -- if he even is over 21. I
remember meeting him. He was naked and standing watching the action. Unsure
whether to step in. I felt the hunger within him. He had gotten up the
nerve to come all the way out to the ~Dungeon~, but wasn't sure.

That night I led him down the catwalk and spanked him in public. He was
quiet and turned-on throughout the spanking no matter what I dished
out. His butt, cock and body desired more. Twice more Michael's hot flesh
was under my hand. The next month the paddle. Then the belt. Then we were
invited to do the Midnight floorshow by one of the hosts. Tonight.

Michael walked over and kissed me. I cupped his hot ass cheeks in my hand
and kissed him back with tongue. God, how I crave his body. I've met lots
of men at these parties, but never one like Michael. Never one who was such
a mystery. One who would give his body so completely, but withhold a phone
number. I had toyed with using the firm's PI to track him down, but the
mystery itself was arousing.

We watched on for a while -- both aroused -- and then headed to the stage
for our exhibition.


A Spanking ----------

The lights dimmed and the exhibition began. The ~Dungeon~ has an exhibition
each Friday to go with the theme. Usually after the exhibition people shed
their inhibitions further and the last few hours are even hotter than the
earlier ones.

I leave my coat off stage and march the naked Michael onto the stage by the
ear like a young child ready to be disciplined.

I sit down in the ample chair and pull him across my lap. He comes
unhesitatingly. I feel the lights on me, and hundreds of eyes. Hundreds of
eyes of hot horny men watching on. Envying the hot young man over my
lap. Envying the lily white ass.

I rub Michael's ass crack publicly. And squeeze his hot smooth bubble butt.
**AHHH** The feel of control over a butt.

I raise my hand and land the first blow. My large firm hands leave a clear
red hand print across his cheeks. I rub his ass cheeks more and squeeze his
buttocks.  And then begin to land a series of hard firm blows across his
buttocks.

_SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_
_SWAT_

I land each blow across his cheeks and his cock stiffens in my lap. His ass
is a pleasant pink now. And he is moaning softly. The audience has pulled
closer on the floor. I feel the testosterone in the room. Hundreds of
stiffening cocks. I cup his ass cheeks and rub them and squeeze them. This
is the best part of spanking someone. The sense of control and domination
you have over them.

After the pause... I resume spanking...

_SWAT_ _SWAT_ ...squeeze...

_SWAT_ ...rub... _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_

...squeeze... _SWAT_ _SWAT_ _SWAT_

I caress those now crimsoning buttocks. Michael is rock hard in my lap and
I grab his cock between his legs and pull it out showing the audience his
hard tool. A silent gasp is palpable in the audience. I stroke the
throbbing cock gently and then shove it back down and pull him tighter
against my lap.

Time for the paddle.

_WHACK_ _WHACK_

The solid wood of the paddle lands it firmly across the beautiful bubble
butt. My aim is impeccable and Michael's body recoils slightly from the
force of the blows. After a few more, he catches the rhythm and begins to
move his butt up to meet the blow of the paddle, desiring it more than
anything.

The moment is there. Both of us enraptured in pleasure, my cock throbbing
within my jeans for release. His rock hard in my lap ready to
ejaculate. And my strong well built body working to beat his hot ass.

_WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_

_WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_

_WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ .  .  .
_WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_ _WHACK_

Time flows by as I keep beating his ass with blow after blow of the
paddle. His buttocks are deep crimson and the repeated blows of the paddle
have left their marks.

Michael is sobbing softly, but still rock hard. I lift his face to mine and
stand him up and hold him in my arms. His sore red ass exposed to the
audience as the lights dim. The room is silent and you can feel the
energy. I continue to caress his sore ass as I hold him and rub his hard
cock against my crotch.

Spanking resumes in earnest throughout the room and I lock my tongue in
Michael's mouth and pull him close as he shoots his load into my crotch.

And then, I release him, respecting the distance and odd mystery that he
is. He stares at me longingly. As if part of him wishes to share some
secret with me, but turns and leaves.

        **GOD** the joy, and the frustration...

During the show, Justin had walked down from the catwalk and up onto the
stage.  He hands me my coat and asks if I'll take him home -- to my
apartment.

Later that Night ----------------

Well, that is a story for another day...

Epilogue by the Author ----------------------

This story is based in part on a factual event and in part on 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 top. Who knows, maybe I'll write some more.