Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 06:23:44 +0000
From: S. K. <s.k.stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Aaron & Amir, Part 1' (S.K.) (BB hs spank) [1!5]

Goddamn, was he handsome.

Such were my sudden--though hardly unprecedented--thoughts as my face was
shoved into the wall beside that of my arch-rival, Amir Khalili.

I might have attributed them to the stress of our situation, but I would
have been fooling myself. I'd had a hard-on from hell since long before
Edgewick pulled us apart. Fighting could do that to me.  Even arguments.
Anything that got my blood up. Especially with this kid.

I glanced at the Khalili kid out of the corner of my eye. I didn't exactly
surprise myself with my buzz of sexual arousal; I'd had bi fantasies before
(or maybe you could call them gay fantasies, since there weren't any women
in them). Had I ever fantasized about Khalili? Probably not, though I
realized he was good-looking, and he was kind of my type, I suppose: Tall,
slim, dark-featured, snarky little mouth, a clever boy. I guess I'd always
disliked him too much to appreciate it. Or maybe the dislike was part of
the latent attraction.

Edgewick's heavy hands lingered on our necks for a moment while he let us
sweat.

All I could see now was a hawkish Arab nose, a big dark heavy-lidded
eye. Not the one I'd blackened, though the eyelid was so thick and lush it
took me a second to tell. The eye darted over at me. I looked back at the
wall.

"Eisen," Edgewick intoned, "Khalili."

We didn't respond. We weren't meant to.

"I don't know what all of that was about, though if it mattered I'm sure I
could wager a good guess." Edgewick sighed. He sounded very tired. "But it
doesn't matter, and I don't care who started it either, all that matters is
that it was a shameless display on both your parts. You're young men.
Almost eighteen, for Christ's sakes...."

Neither of us was much concerned about the sakes of Christ, not usually and
especially not now-- and I assure you he knew that. But I didn't think it
would be prudent to critique the wording of Edgewick's pre-ass-slicing
lecture.

"... and I never want to witness such conduct from either of you again."

I dared to glance over at him again. It looked like he was biting his inner
lip. Or maybe he was just sucking the blood from where I'd split it. His
smooth olive skin seemed to glow with sweat.

"Stay there."

Behind us we could hear Edgewick opening his desk drawer. We were in his
inner sanctum, and lunch period had just ended, so everything was dead
quiet except for this and our nervous breathing.

For the record, it was Khalili who started it, with one of his cute
political one-liners. Maybe he did have a point, and maybe it was clever,
but it was also pretty clear where he was going with it.


At Catholic T___ High, we basically were the Arab-Israeli conflict, though
only my mother was actually Israeli, and Khalili was, I think, Saudi
Arabian, not Palestinian. So it really wasn't our problem, but it was an
obsessive topic of our free-style practice debates and a huge reason for
the antagonism between us.

I'd felt justified slugging him. Which made him feel like taking a good
swing at me. And so on, until we were rolling around on the floor tearing
at each other. Which was, I have to admit now, pretty hot even at the time.

I'd glimpsed my face in the mirror that Edgy keeps in the tiny anteroom
between his outer and inner offices. Even with the red mark on my cheek and
all the sweat I thought I looked pretty good. My straight dark hair was all
mussed up. I have sexy tawny-gold eyes, nothing like Khalili's black
beauties except for the long black lashes, but they're bedroom eyes anyway,
and they peered back at me from behind my glasses as the slight fog on my
lenses cleared up. My full pink lips were beginning to fatten on the left
side where Khalili's fist had caught them. My light skin was flushed in a
way I found strangely exciting. I'm kind of a narcissist, I know it. I
wondered what Khalili saw when he looked at me. We were the stars of the
debate team, and long-time rivals, as I've mentioned, so he'd also seen me
all tricked out--tie and blazer and neat hair and all that. I'd seen him in
the suits he probably borrowed from his older brother, which dragged
slightly at the cuffs.

If you didn't go for the jock type, Amir Khalili and I were arguably two of
the best-looking guys in school, or so I was thinking right now. We had a
few things in common besides that. We were academic types, but we both
participated in semi-solitary, endurance-based sports like track and
swimming. So we had real nice, lean bodies. We were a good match for each
other in a fight.

We'd each had to take a certain amount of shit off the musclehead
contingent at this school. Because of our good grades, our backgrounds.
Even so, fighting with fists really wasn't like either of us.

There was another moment of just our noses pressed to the wall, then
Edgewick shut his desk drawer.

"Since you boys clearly have forgotten how to feel shame, perhaps a
refresher course in that emotion is in order."

Oh shit--An awful thought had come to me unbidden---He's not going to have
us cane each other, is he? I was suddenly sure I'd never be able to keep
from---Either during his turn or mine---I wouldn't be able to help it.

"To re-teach you about shame, I will introduce an additional humiliation to
accompany the pain.  You will watch each other's chastisement. Or, to put
it another way, you will be watched."

He let that sink in.

"Eisen?"

A chill ran down my spine and settled in my butt-crack. Or maybe it was a
drop of cold sweat. My ass clenched tight.

He spoke to the back of my head: "All other things being equal--and my
statement about not caring who started it still stands--a little bird tells
me that you threw the first punch. Do you deny it?"

Fuck. One of those shitty-assed freshmen must have said something.

"No, but--"

"Aaron, I really don't care." He only addressed you by your first name when
he was truly exasperated with you.

"Mr. Edgewick, but--"

I should've kept quiet. Pain exploded across my backside, making my butt
cheeks clench and relax.  It was only a hand-smack, like you'd give a much
younger boy--or a mouthy older one, I guess--but it was a firm smack, a
combination of sting and surprise.

"Only your butt, Eisen, and I want it over my desk. Pants down. Underwear
too. Khalili, turn around and watch him."

He did. I could feel those dark eyes on me as I struggled to get my pants
down and my butt bare with some semblance of dignity. Edgewick indicated he
wanted my pants around my ankles, not off. So Khalili was going to get to
watch me hobble my pretty, white, Jewish-boy ass across the room.  Lucky
him.

I was glad my shirt front concealed my erection. I'd had trouble while
dragging my boxers down.  For a second the fabric caught on my cock-head,
but I'd managed to free it before anyone noticed (I hoped). I was afraid of
it bouncing as I half-wobbled half-walked to the desk.

Edgewick tapped the desk. "Bend over, Eisen."

The cool mahogany and the leather desk-blotter crushed against my
erection. I squirmed a bit as Edgewick lifted my shirt-tail off my backside
for me and stood examining my ass for a moment. I felt his eyes--and Amir
Khalili's--burning into my exposed flesh like lasers. The back of my neck
flushed hot.

He tapped the cane gently against my buns. "Raise it up. And relax it."

I raised it, arched my back, and spread my thighs. This caused the head of
my penis to press against the desk-blotter. Through the significant
discomfort which this produced, I cherished the hope that they couldn't see
through my spread legs that I was boned up.

He continued to tap my newly perked-up behind lightly with the cane. It was
driving me crazy, giving me goosebumps. I wondered if he could see that, if
he was enjoying it. If Khalili was.

"Mr. Eisen, you know what you did was wrong and you know why. So I'm not
going to waste any more time lecturing you. I'm just going to punish."

God knows what was keeping my erection up. Being practically naked and
exposed. Khalili's unwavering gaze. Knowing that he knew he would be
next. The rhythmic tap of the cool cane against my ass. Knowing I was
getting what I deserved. (Yes, the first shades of self-doubt had begun, at
this late stage, to creep over the bright red horizon of my indignation,
mingling with the arousal in a new and strange way.)

He whacked me. The first blow was firm, biting. Like my butt had been
sliced in half. I jumped against the desk, then immediately blushed with
the fear that they--that Khalili--had seen my blood- filled shaft.

"You'll be still," Edgewick said as he sliced me again. A hot strip of
molten lead burned into my bottom. I wished that he would paddle us
instead. I'd had my ass paddled by the track coach once or twice, and I'd
wager Khalili's cute little mouth had gotten him in similar trouble on a
couple of occasions, though we were on different teams so I didn't know for
sure. I don't see why they cane us anyway, it's such a British thing. Hell,
until I came here I didn't even know some schools were still allowed to--

CRACK!

The third cut flared across my round buns. He never hit the same spot
twice, and now he striped me in the direct center of my ass.

"Ah!" I couldn't help but grunt, trying to keep my thighs--and thus also my
buns--apart, and my bottom perched up, as he'd requested. Being paddled
over the locker room bench now seemed like heaven compared to the
concentrated fury of the cane: bouncing around, having my butt popped with
the flat light piece of wood, the fire spreading in a nice, roughly round
patch of intense warmth.

"Ohhh." Number four zapped diagonally across my butt. High on one cheek,
midway across my crack, low on the other cheek. I'm being caned, I thought
wildly, So this is what it is. I was burning back there something
fierce. Khalili's eyes, and the implement.

The awful, the impossible thing--my erection was still there. Even as that
fourth blow struck and I began without thinking about it to sway my butt
side to side, moaning from the pain. There was a long pause and I realized
I was crying silently.

The fifth came swiftly, as I was wiggling, and my poor red ass jumped
almost clear off the desk.  There was a long pause, during which my tail
must've withered a little from its original perked-up height, because
Edgewick commanded: "Raise it up, Eisen!"

I dutifully stuck it up. My eyes were misty.

One last searing stroke, and that'd be it. I'd be fully punished. A
chastened and--I'm sure Edgewick hoped (or maybe he didn't)--a changed
boy. He gave it to me right on my sweet-spot, where my thighs met my
buns. My butt veritably leapt. I could feel my balls swing, and I knew they
had to have glimpsed, or guessed at, my condition.

Edgewick let me lay across the desk--now slick with sweat--for only a short
moment before giving my hot butt another brisk tap with the evil cane-tip.

"Get up, Eisen, and go stand by the wall. I want your hands at your
sides. If I catch them anywhere near that backside of yours, it's going to
go right back over the desk next to Khalili's."

I stood and twisted around, perhaps too-quickly covering my genitals with
my shirt front. My pants remained in a bunch around my ankles. My rear end
blazed. My face was wet with sweat and tears.

"Uh, sir?"

"Yes, yes, you may pull up your pants, Aaron." He gestured with dismissive
disgust at my front, as if to say "Cover that up". I was sure he'd
seen. Though I doubted I was the first boned-up boy he'd taken to task in
this room.

I pulled my boxers up cautiously over my quivering butt, then my pants,
wincing a little as I tightened the seat over my rosy-striped rear.

"Khalili." Edgewick motioned my fellow miscreant forth. I was trying not to
look at him, trying to forget he was in the room, had been in the room the
whole time. "Come here and bend over the desk.  Pants down. Exactly as you
saw Mr. Eisen do it."

Khalili and I passed one another as he went to comply with Edgewick's
orders. I reached the wall and turned just in time to watch him start to
undo his fly under the man's imperious gaze, but as I passed him I also saw
something else: Khalili's khakis, though somewhat loose in front, showed a
distinct and unusual bulge. I wondered if it'd gotten him hard seeing me
caned bare, or if he just enjoyed the whole thing, the whole process of
being punished. If it was the latter, I would happily make him sweat
whenever he needed it.

I checked out his butt in his tighty-whities as he was bending to lower his
pants. It was a very nice one, I noticed, even through the distracting pain
in my own rear end. The thought that it would soon be feeling the same burn
under my own eyes made my cock grow even more rigid. In my pain it seemed I
took in a greater, clearer volume of detail than usual, my senses sharply
awake. I reveled in the sleek musculature of his neatly-bisected rump in
the tight briefs. It was unfair, though, that he hadn't had to hobble
across the office the way I had. I would have relished his humiliation.

He hooked his thumbs into the briefs and lowered them. I noticed the
contrast of the clean white with his lean dusky-skinned thighs. Then his
butt was revealed in all its glory. Two smooth golden-brown globes,
exquisitely rounded, masterfully sculpted. His hair began just below the
satisfying jut of his rear, and it was sparse but dark. Long, graceful
runner's legs. As he stood up his shirt-tail fell down and momentarily
obscured that brown peach of a hiney.

Edgewick raised the cane and my breath caught in my throat, but instead of
Khalili's butt he tapped the leather desk blotter.


"Bend over," he told him, and his sharp voice made Khalili jump just as
surely as the cane-stroke would have. Khalili bent. I would have given him
an extra cut for not doing it right away. But this was Edgewick's show, not
mine.

Edgewick lifted his shirt-tail, just as he'd done with me, and then he gave
him the customary tap in the middle of his perfect butt with the cane.

Khalili immediately raised his tail up and spread his legs. The boy had
been listening. He did it almost as if he'd only been waiting for the
cane-tap. He looked like a bitch ready to be mounted. My mouth watered as
my eyes moved along his crack. I strained to see between his legs. Did our
newly- acquiescent Arab beauty really have a bone? Couldn't tell. It was
all dark between his dark thighs.

"Everything I said to Aaron there goes for you too. You know why you're
being punished, so no lectures, I'm just going to punish you."

He gave Khalili's beautiful butt a stroke no less firm and biting than the
first one he'd laid on mine.  A livid ribbon cut across the center of that
firm fine rump, as the cane made his buns push together where they met so I
could no longer study the depths of his dark crack to try and get a glimpse
of his asshole. My cock was drooling. I wondered if I'd shown him my
hole. Then his resilient butt-flesh bounced back to normal, the cane-stripe
filled in with crimson, and he uttered a soft, guttural "uhhhh"of pain.

Edgewick re-positioned himself a little further from the miscreant's
bottom, and I saw a minute shiver go up Khalili's spine as his raw, burning
hindquarters were coldly studied.

At the second whack Khalili's honeyed rump trembled minutely. He let out a
rough groan, and a sound like a muted sob. Was he crying already? My
burning striped tail and blurry eyes sympathized, but my hard cock did not.

The third cut flattened his dark delicious buttocks. This time, as with me,
Edgewick struck the base of his butt where, later, he would sit. When he
dared sit again. Khalili cried out, and I heard a ragged snort. Yes, our
boy was tearing up!

One thing I will say for him, he kept that sweet caramel butt up high the
whole time. He wouldn't need to be told twice. It even seemed that he
raised it higher after that third cut, as if eager, despite his whimpering
and sniffling.

Again, I ate up his bare cheeks with my eyes, as Edgewick paused to choose
his next target-spot, and I thought for an instant I caught a glimpse of
his hole in his deep crack as he gently flexed those stinging cheeks and
wiggled a bit and whimpered on the desk. I couldn't see his cock dangling,
but there--for an even briefer instant--were his low-hanging brown nuts

My own cock leaked a little, thinking of his fine cut dark stiffy pressed
against the desk slick with my and his sweat. I was even more interested in
his small dark bud, but his cheeks had closed again.  Edgewick gave them a
diagonal stroke that made Khalili flinch. He wasn't really jumping around
like me, but he was much more vocal with his sharp gasps, groans,
now-steady soft sobs. I'd never have guessed before today that a boy could
be both hard and crying. If indeed he was hard.


The flinching was his butt's strongest response to the caning, other than
getting redder. Most of his more-energetic reactions were concentrated at
the other end. The boy made a lot of snorting wet sounds, which I might
have found unattractive if I had not been able to witness the delightful
process by which they were obtained. I don't look down on him for crying
Edgewick's cuts were horrible, I knew. My behind danced, Khalili cried. It
wasn't like he started begging or anything.

Edgewick swung back and then made a wide, hot, red X across Khalili's
red-patterned bottom, crossing his previous diagonal cut with another. Our
backsides would match after he was through correcting my worthy (and
hellaciously sexy) opponent. Khalili's lean, broad shoulders heaved as he
cried onto the wood of the desk. I watched, brain buzzing with wicked
ecstasy, the long stripe suffuse with crimson. I loved seeing the red come
up in that smooth olive flesh. If only I could miraculously convince old
Edgy to let me finish Khalili's punishment with my cock, which by now felt
as long, hard, and lethal as the cane.

He paused to let Khalili cry. I think he liked hearing the sound as much as
I did. Then he whipped him across the top of his peachy-round rump, just
below the place where the split of the cheeks began. There was the
now-patented Khalili butt-flinch, then the snorting-sobbing and the
undulation of his graceful back as he cried out his agony.

"One more, Amir," Edgewick said with exaggerated patience. "Stop your
noise. You know full-well you deserve this."

Khalili tried manfully to stifle his sobs. He perked his pretty ass up for
his last stroke. WHACK, on his sit-spot again, a little above the other
stripe there, a very hard stroke. It smushed Khalili's cheeks together and
shoved his swollen, hot-and-bothered crotch against the desk. A sixth
lovely scarlet stripe graced his incomparable bottom.

He lay there sniffling, muffling himself with his sleeve, til finally
Edgewick pulled him up roughly, by the collar, no less, like a wayward
kitten (something exotic, an Abyssinian maybe), and ordered him to get hold
of himself. The shirt-tail fell and covered his butt again, to my great
vexation. Both their backs were to me, and I took the opportunity to
surreptitiously rub my bulging front.

Edgewick brusquely handed Khalili a single Kleenex from the box on his
desk, which he used, thankfully, on his runny nose, leaving the dark wet
eyes as they were. He didn't dare ask for another tissue.

"Get over by the wall," Edgewick said, and when Khalili just stood there he
gave him a swift sharp spank with his hand, like the one he'd given me.
Khalili winced and got moving, walking as best he could with the cloth
tangled around his shoes. It was fun to see him try to keep his balance and
not pitch forward to the floor with his red ass in the air. I could now see
clearly the bounce of his erect cock beneath his shirt. He didn't seem to
care that we could see. He had no more dignity. He stumbled, his face hot,
his eyes half-blinded with tears. He had one of those faces that takes on
an additional twisted beauty when in pain. The big, wet, suffering eyes,
the luscious mobile mouth. As he reached the wall he wavered, nearly
toppled. I caught him instinctively and helped him to pull himself up. I
pushed him up against the wall next to me and saw, out of the corner of my
eye, Edgewick nodding as if we were co-conspirators plotting to put this
sobbing naughty boy back in his place.

That feeling didn't last long!

"Eisen, pants down again. Boxers too. Half-hour corner-time, both of you."

I de-pantsed with the utmost alacrity, afraid of having my ass slapped
again.

He came up behind us and briskly rolled up our shirts so they wouldn't
cover our asses. My back tingled where his hands brushed it. I could hear
his hard breathing. Was he enjoying all this? I couldn't much blame him,
and he did a venerable job of trying to conceal it.

Speaking of excitement.

I glanced down, and, yes, two cut seventeen-year-old cocks, one brown, one
light-ish, jutted up at me in the shadows between the wall and our bodies.
No, I was certainly not the first boned-up boy to be corrected in this
office. Our dicks were almost close enough to touch each other.

Edgy's hand fell on my neck as he escorted me to the corner. I stumbled a
bit, but got there OK, and he fastidiously ignored my cock. After he'd
placed me and warned me to keep my hands at my sides and under no
circumstances to touch my backside, he administered a few more smacks to
help me remember the slowly-fading sting, then turned away to deal with
Khalili.