Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2003 11:06:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew McKendrie <stonehousellc@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Matthew McKendrie Chronicals: Chapter 1 Matt and Jay get Spanked

The following is a work of fiction.  All characters, regardless of internal
or external dialogue, are over 18 and fully consenting adults.  All work is
copyright of the author and no use other than personal is allowed.


The Matthew McKendrie Chronicles
Chapter 1 - Matt and Jay Get Spanked


I knew that my best friend still got spankings from his dad.  I knew this
because he was my best friend and we knew everything about each other.  I
also knew this because I had seen it on more than one occasion.
Mr. Kline's Big Black Belt hung in a place of semi-prominence in the
kitchen, beside the refrigerator.

Being seventeen is bad enough.  We always seem to be in trouble with
someone about something and it seldom makes sense.  But for Jay, that's my
buddy's name, it was made all the worse since he could expect a dose of the
Big Black Belt for almost any transgression.  The funny thing is that Jay
and his dad are like best friends, too.  In fact, I get kind of jealous
when we're all hanging out in the Rec. Room in their basement, because if
Mr. Kline is there, I'm kind of like a third wheel.

Mr. Kline is a big man - big like 6'3 and 250 lb. - who used to play a
little football in a semi-pro league in the 70's.  He looked like you would
expect.  Broad shoulders and barrel chest, impossibly narrow waist and hips
with tree trunks for legs.  He was, of all things, a CPA.  A good one, too.
Everybody in my town, my small Ohio town, used Kline and Kline for their
taxes.  The second Kline was Jay.  He knew it, he accepted it, and he even
seemed to look forward to it.

Me, I'm not sure what I want to be.  My dad split when I was seven and Mom
worked in the only big company in town as a secretary.  We aren't poor
since dad is a lawyer up in Cincinnati and has always paid his alimony and
child support on time.  That, along with Mom's paycheck and the minimum
wage Mr.  Kline pays both Jay and I for data entry keep us in the house
next door to the Kline's in the one sub- division in town.  The data we
input, while interesting, is so privileged that Jay won't even talk to me
about it.  The first time I tried he shifted uncomfortably in his chair
like he could feel the Big Black Belt right there and then.

Jay is a shortstop on the school baseball team.  He's good, but it isn't
going to get him any money for college.  At 5'11 and 180 he is built like a
brick shit house.  Cut, with a full six pack and the finest looking ass in
southeast Ohio, I have always wanted him.  But he's my best friend, knows I
want him and has been very careful to explain why this will never happen.
He's cool with who I am and has even made it clear that anyone who fucked
with me was fucking with him, too.

I'm only 5'7 and 140, not built, more cute than cut, not skinny but no
extra flab either.  I'm blond while Jay has very obvious European Jewish
heritage.  We've been friends since before first grade and have never had
reason to change.

I guess the first time I really had reason to be concerned about
Mr. Kline's Big Black Belt (that's what Jay calls it - the Big Black Belt -
it even sounds capitalized) was about a week ago.  Mom is in San Francisco
for a two-month training course that her company is paying for.  It could
get her a great promotion from Secretary to Manager of the Marketing
Support Department.  Since I am 17 she decided I didn't have to go stay
with dad, but she wasn't about to let me have full run of the house for 2
months.  It was decided that I would watch the house, but stay with the
Kline family.  Since we were coming up on the end of the second semester of
our junior year there was plenty of stuff to keep us busy.

Since the Kline's are Jewish and I'm not - we are Episcopal - Mr. Kline
decided that it would be good for his son to learn about other cultures and
would attend church with me on Sundays instead of going to Synagogue for
the time I was a guest in their house.  Needless to say, Jay and I blew off
church the very first Sunday, instead going to the park and enjoying a nice
Spring Morning.  We were stretched out on the Green; shirts off and pants
rolled up, when we heard the twig break.

"I thought this is where I'd find you two", Mr. Kline's very distinctive
growl jarred any thoughts of reverie right out of both our heads.
"Matthew, your Mother said you were to attend church every Sunday.  Jay -
son I am very disappointed in you.  I thought you would jump at the chance
to explore other faiths.  But it looks like I was wrong.  Both of you - in
the car".

Jay was up and buttoning his shirt before his Dad finished speaking.  I
couldn't help notice his face flushed full red and I could tell he didn't
like where this was heading.  I was a step behind Jay.  Mr. Kline didn't
say another word as he drove us home.  I started to speak but Jay gave me a
look that said if I didn't shut up he'd shut me up.  We never fought,
mostly because I knew Jay could take me in heartbeat.

When we got home Jay got out of the car first and walked right through the
house to the Kitchen.  I followed, figuring that we were going to have
lunch.  When we got there I was shocked when he walked right over to the
fridge and got the Big Black Belt of its hook and laid it on the kitchen
table.  His fourteen- year-old sister was in the room and when she saw what
he had done she let out a little giggle and scooted right out.

When Mr. Kline entered the room he was rolling up his shirtsleeves.  "Jay,
I'm disappointed in you son.  You know how your Mother and I feel about
lying and that is what you did when you left this house telling us one
thing but doing another.  Get ready".

Jay reached down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his 501s, slid them
down to his knees and followed them with his briefs.  I was scared, like I
always was when I witnessed this Father/Son ritual, but also a bit jealous
that they had this bond between them that no one questioned.  Mr. Kline
said do it and Jay just did.  No argument, no pleading no nothing.  He
accepted that he had done wrong and his Father was going to punish him for
it.  When it was over - it was over.  My best friend's five-inch long cock
also transfixed me, dangling in front of his perfect nuts.  It had a slight
upward curve - nerves I guess - and the head looked incredible, just
enormous compared to the shaft.

I was broken from my trance when Mr. Kline picked up the belt and turned to
me instead of Jay.  "Matthew, you have always been a welcome guest in this
house.  I know you are aware of what is about to happen to my son and I
think you know what you need to do to make this right, as well".

I started to think about what he was saying, but I before I could even
fathom the meaning of his words I felt my own hands going to my belt and
opening my pants.  Seconds later I was standing next to Jay with my own
three incher starting to fill with blood and my own small ass ready to be
offered up for a blistering.  I looked at Jay and he just nodded approval.
We had never shared this part of our lives, and it somehow seemed right
that we should have.

"Very good, Matthew.  You show yourself to be a man when you accept
responsibility for your actions".  Mr. Kline walked up behind us and placed
his hand on Jay's back.  Jay slowly lay across the end of the Kitchen
table.  I closed my eyes and waited for the first crack.  It didn't take
long.

CRACK! CRACK!  CRACK!

The first three licks landed in rapid succession, causing Jay's ass to
surge and ebb.  He held his place but let out a small yelp.

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

Three more landed, a little lower on his bubble butt, causing Jay to drive
his hips into the table edge.  He cried out this time, almost a pleading
sound in his vocalization.

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

The final three were placed on Jay's upper legs, below his ass.  These must
have hurt the most since Jay let loose with a long cry that seemed to catch
in his throat.  When Mr. Kline touched his back, Jay stood up and I could
see tears running down his face.  I looked down to see his dick had stopped
bobbing and gone completely flaccid.  His balls had also drawn up close to
his body.  He turned to his Dad and hugged him hard.  He was crying now and
saying he was sorry for disappointing him.

Mr. Kline then kissed Jay full on the mouth and ran his hand through his
son's hair.  "Just remember I love you son.  I will do what ever it takes
to help you become a better man".

Mr. Kline let his son go and Jay half stepped half waddled back a couple of
paces and stood there.  Both hands were behind his back rubbing his sore
ass.  As he looked at me I realized for the first time that my partial
erection had blown up to a full fledged hard on - five inches a frightened
boy dick pointing straight up in front of my tee shirt like it was glued in
place.  Through his tears, Jay smiled - odd but not out of place.

Mr. Kline came over to me and I know he saw my boner, but he simply put his
hand on my back and guided my down across the table.  Seventeen and about
to receive my first ever spanking, I was shaking and embarrassed,
apprehensive but also ready to submit.

"Matthew, I know you don't get this type of discipline, but it is how we
keep the balance in this house.  Since I consider you a part of this family
- always have - it is time you learned what comes from lies and deceit.  I
love you son".  It was the first time he had ever called me son.

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

Whatever I had been expecting the first three licks were nothing short of
an explosion, starting in my small ass cheeks and driving a straight line
up my back to my brain.  I started to rise, a howl of terror and fear
escaping.  But Mr. Kline held me in place with his left hand.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Three more blows, placed directly over the first, rained down on the center
of my tiny target.  The second set seemed to numb at first, but then
traveled the same rout as the first.  I did not believe the searing
sensation in my ass, and the tears already made a small puddle on the table
under my chin.

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

Just like Jay's, my final set hit on the backs of my thighs.  These three
licks caused the most intense pain I had ever felt.  I stood up in a flash
and rubbed my poor little ass for all I was worth.  I knew I was crying -
blubbering was more like it - but I didn't care.  It hurt.

Mr. Kline came up to me and took me in a bear hug.  I noticed the roughness
of his jeans, as I became aware that my dick had not lost a bit of its
rigidity.  Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me, gently but in a
fatherly way, on the mouth.  "I love you Matthew".  He returned the Big
Black Belt back on its hook and walked out of the room.

I looked over at Jay, his pants and briefs still around his ankles.  His
dick was now at full staff - grown to seven inches and the shaft now much
thicker - his balls being pulled up by the lift.  He was smiling again.


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