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From: an150032@anon.penet.fi (Earth2Mars)
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 1995 03:15:52 UTC
Subject: Buttslapper 2 (M/m, spanking,sex)
******>>>> Dedicated to: TIME magazine <<<<********
"Buttslapper2: They Call Me BIG RED"
A touching melodrama for prime-time television (of the future)
Version 1: 3/93 -released as "Bobby Fulfills His Fantasy"
Version 2: 5/95 -much improved by the mercurial one
By popular demand, another Spoof on these here sperm-rousers,
written by a Literary Gentleman in the year of our Lord
Nineteen Hundred and Ninety Five, that is, XMXKCLCLIIVIVX or
something. Damn it's been a long time since I was in school.
WITHOUT FURTHER ADO,... let us begin.
Suddenly I saw blue lights flashing behind us. I almost
shit. Bobby saw the lights too and expressed his deep concern;
he giggled. The little bastard. I tried to pull out, but he was
too tight. "Let go!" I said. He giggled some more.
The patrolman opened the door of his Crown Victoria and
adjusted his mirror-lens sunglasses as he walked towards my car.
Shit! Fuck! "Bobby, damn it! Leggo!" Adrenalin kicked in as I
imagined twenty years in one of Georgia's fine correctional
institutions. Summoning the strength of Hercules, I pulled again
and my cock withdrew with an audible pop.
I pushed Bobby out of the way and tried to maneuver to the
driver's side where I could sit down and make myself presentable
before the officer reached the window. I pulled my pants
together and hurriedly zipped them up, barely avoiding an
impromptu castration. I snapped the pants button together and
breathed a small sigh of relief. The patrolman was only 10 feet
away, but that was okay--
Except for the fact that Bobby was buck-naked. "Bobby! What
the fuck!--What the fuck!--" "Chill out, man. I dropped my
underwear on the floor over there," he said, leaning over my lap,
as the patrolman tapped on the window.
The officer's eyes grew wide as he saw the teen-aged (like,
say, 18) boy lying bare-assed across my lap, his tee shirt raised
up to the middle of his back. To make matters worse, my hand was
resting on his left butt cheek.
I jerked my hand away as if I were touching something red-
hot, and quickly rolled down the window. Had to act normal and
say something before the officer figured things out on his own.
I drawled, "Heylo, Officuh. Ays yew cain see, Ah is givin' muh
son uh spankin' fer usin' pro-fan-i-ty, en' takin' thuh Lawd's
naym en vayn." He stared at me, then at my "son's" white,
untouched rear end for a little longer than I thought proper, and
said, "Well Suh, Ah'm sorrah to bothuh yew whal yore dessiplinin'
yore chile. Ait es rar en thes heuh day en age fer parunts ta
tayk a han in rearin' thar chillun, and Ah'm alwus happeh ta see
ait happun."
I noticed his eyes studying the curve of Bobby's ass. "I am
sure you are," I said. He looked at me strangely. "Ah meyn, Ah
em shore yew ahr," I corrected quickly.
He beamed, recalling happy memories. "Why, Suh, Ah wus a
wile boyeh wen Ah wus hes age, en usin' ta git en awl sortsa
troble, but muh daddy, why, he 'uld pull muh britches down en tan
muh hide wid hess belt. En lookie mey now, uh po-lees officuh!
Shucks! Sumtahm, Ah waken up en thuh mornin en styill caint
buhlieve how gud Ah turnd out."
I said, "Uh liddel atteyenshun applahd en thuh raht areah
cain alwuhs make uh yong mayan com to heys sensus." The
patrolman nodded, and addressing Bobby, said, "How yew feelin',
boyeh? Lernd yer lessen?"
You can imagine my surprise and horror when Bobby glared at
the patrolman with defiance and answered, "Fuck no! You both can
go to hell!" There was a brief moment of silence after that
outburst. Bobby remained in his position over my lap, as if
awaiting punishment. It didn't take a psychology major to figure
out what he wanted.
For the patrolman's benefit, I covered my eyes with my
forearm and sighed in despair. "Ah jess dont know waht ta dew
wid thuh boyeh! Hey caint bey maynaiged!"
The officer offered some words of support and sympathy, which
I won't repeat here, since I might gag and possibly barf if I
have to write more Southern speech. He sternly reprimanded
Bobby, but became flustered after Bobby flipped him the bird and
advised, "Kiss my ass!" I don't know what police regulations are
for what happened next, but the Officer, Officer Brady according
to his name-tag, offered to help me teach Bobby a lesson "thet
hey werent nevir gonna fergit!"
I made a weak objection which he waved away, and then opened
the door to let him in, delighted. I scooted over, leaving Bobby
lying on his stomach. The patrolman came in, sat down and lifted
Bobby's skinny body up. I watched Bobby's cock dangling as he was
being positioned over Officer Brady's lap. That organ was not limp
and not dry either.
Bobby was breathing fairly hard now, and his eyes darted
frequently to me, curious of my reactions. I felt a mixture of
emotions--wonder, lust, and a really bad feeling, deep down
inside. No, it wasn't my conscience. It was from a stale batch
of nachos I had eaten at the last roadside diner. Luckily, I
had some Maalox for that.
The patrolman asked me for my belt, since his had gadgets on
it. I took it off and handed it to him. He wound one end around
his left hand until there was only a foot of strap left. I
wondered whether Bobby could take what that patrolman dished out.
I soon found out. He placed his right hand firmly on the small
of Bobby's back and began, slapping the belt across the middle of
Bobby's butt. Bobby didn't make any sound, but his head rested
on my lap and I saw his lips flinching a bit with each lick. His
hands clutched my right leg tightly. The belt came down hard all
over his butt, but only there. Officer Brady could aim. After
several strappings, his butt was crisscrossed by red marks.
Bobby began grunting and moaning, and his buttocks quivered
and shook under the strappings, an erotic sight in itself, not
unlike the gyrations of a nude dancer, in miniature, with only
the essential anatomy.
Soon Bobby began moaning loudly as his buttocks tensed
and his body quivered all over. Now, it doesn't take a Dr. Ruth
to figure out what Bobby was experiencing for the third time today.
I'm afraid the cop did not have a clue, however. The patrolman
eventually stopped strapping and admired his handiwork. I grinned.
This was beginning to sound like one of those alt.sex.spanking
stories. Yeeeeaah.
I guess I'd better tell you what he said, in all its Southern
eloquence. "Suh, Ah gayv yore boyeh jess wut Ah ruhceevd ahs uh
boyeh. Yuhng mayn, yew shud feyl proyd thet yew tooken yore
puhneshmeynt lahk uh mayn."
Bobby was breathing deeply and sort of lying there contented.
Officer Brady looked my way as if expecting me to thank or
praise him. I ignored him, as I had matters of my own to tend
to. I was fighting off an erection. Finally, Officer Brady
said, with a touch of annoyance, "Weyull, git up, yuhng mayn.
Ah'm funushd. Lessen yew wahnt mowore!"
Bobby said, "Um, no, that was enough," got up and leaned on
his side by the officer, because obviously he didn't want to sit
down. Officer Brady's eyes alighted on a huge pool of cum Bobby
had discharged all over his nice blue uniform.
"AARGGH!!! Wut en TARNATION es theyuss? JAYSUS CRAST!!!!
Yuhng mahn! DANG-BLAST-IT!!! Yuhng mahn! Yew, yew hahd an...
an.... OH-GASUM on mey! OHH MAH GAWD!! OHH LAWDIE!!"
His face turned redder than Bobby's butt. I felt so amused by
this turn of events that, regretfully, I forgot to employ a
Southern accent as I offered some consoling words. "Gee officer,
I didn't know Junior had come of age yet!" He glared at me. I
smiled and added, "Do you really think it was intentional?" He
reached for the door handle. I added, "Maybe you should ask him
why he did it." Abruptly he got out the car and did not walk,
but ran back to his patrol car. The next thing I heard was the
screeching of rubber on pavement as the cop's car ripped down the
highway.
Bobby had a broad smile when I turned to look at him. "That
was cool," he said, "though I imagine it was hot for you." I
nodded. "For you too." "Yep." He pulled his underwear back up
over his behind, leaving his pants off. Perfect attire for such a
good-looking boy. He laid down in my lap, facing me, and said,
"You know what? You're pretty cool. I might stay with you for a
while." The little devil. I patted his head. "Ready for the
next town? We're a little low on money, you know." He took a
deep breath, smiled and closed his eyes.
o-- --o
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THE END
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o-- --o
Credits
*******
Bobby...........................Shawn Hotbottom
SugarDaddy......................I. Gotdacash
Patrolman.......................I. Gotdasgusted
Here's what the critics say about our wonderful literary
achievement!
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"Two cocks up!" --Unskilled & Egghead
"I had tears in my eyes, was shaking all over, and was wet in
some places. It really touched me...right there." --QASS Radio
"Every once in a while, a film comes along that brings back all
the nostalgia of our younger years..."Buttslapper" is just such a
film... " --V. Oyeur in "Sneaky Previews"
This story is officially dedicated to Crispen, who has provided
the author some reading pleasure. Like, I jerk off to his stuff.
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