Phone Spanking
This story I dedicate to Timmy (Teejay)... The most spankable boy in the world!
I worked at a fast food restaurant from the time I was fifteen, until I finished high school and moved away to go to college. I turned sixteen shortly before the school holidays started and on the first Monday of the school holidays, Teejay started work at the restaurant. His name was Tim and to me he was the most beautiful boy in the world. I experienced my first true instance of love at first sight, that day. Teejay just melted my heart. Don't get me wrong, I check out boys every day and everywhere I go. Ever since I was about eleven, boys have made me feel hot and excited, especially the really good looking ones and Teejay definitely fits into that category. He was also sixteen, at the time and drop dead gorgeous. We went to different schools and Teejay seemed pretty shy and quiet, when first we met, so I found it a little hard to get to know him.
Thursday rolled around and the lunch period was very busy. Our supervisor asked me if I wouldn't mind taking my lunchbreak a bit later, after the rush had died down. I jumped at the opportunity, because I knew it meant that I would be on lunch with Teejay. I shared an all too short, but very special lunchbreak with Teejay that day. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling he knew how I felt about him.
I wasn't rostered to work the following day and had planned to venture into the city, by myself, to buy some new clothes. When Teejay and I finished work, I suggested that we swap mobile phone numbers and asked him if he would like to come over to my place on Saturday, just to muck around. He said that he would have to ask his parents, but it should be okay and he would love to.
Teejay and I texted each other on Friday night and he phoned at about eight on Saturday morning, just as he had promised he would the night before. We chatted for a while and just as I was thinking the conversation had really died he said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Yes, anything you like," I replied.
There was a pause, an awkward pause.
"Are you gay?" He asked.
The question really took me by surprise. Was this shy little Teejay asking the big `G' question?
There was another pause at my end of the phone and then a horrible thought ran through my mind. What if he's straight and he is just checking me out, in order to decide whether wants me for his friend?
"Would we still be friends if I told you I am?" I slowly replied, with my heart in my mouth.
"Of course we would." He assured me. "I don't discriminate!"
"Okay," I said, "Guilty as charged... I'm gay."
"I thought so," he breathed, through a huge sigh of relief. "In fact I hoped so."
"It sounds like you've got the hots for me!" I teased.
"What if I have?" he asked.
"You could always come through the phone and strip me naked," I said.
"Mmm... yes please," he swooned.
"Have you ever had phone sex?" I asked.
"No," he replied.
"Neither have I...Would you like to?" I eagerly inquired.
"Okay," he said. "What are you wearing?"
"Just an old tee shirt, boardies and bright red jocks," I replied.
"Mmmm... I'm in your bedroom," he began, "and you are standing in front of me. I am lifting your tee shirt over your shoulders... over your head... along your arms... and off your body. I throw it to the floor and now I am popping the press stud on your shorts. I rip the fly apart and I am pulling them slowly down to your ankles. Can you feel them coming down? Are you hard?"
We were both breathing heavily.
"Yes," I replied, imagining Teejay slipping my shorts down, my lightly tanned, lightly haired thighs and legs, with my eyes firmly closed. My hand was inside my underpants and I was working hard on my pulsing erection.
"They are around your ankles and now my fingers are in the waist band of your tight red undies. I run my fingertips down your huge, throbbing cock... under your sack and cup your balls in my hand..."
At that moment there was loud voice in the background, shouting angrily at Teejay.
"Timothy James... What do you think you are doing, young man? What if you're mother or your sister had heard that!"
The phone went dead and I stopped what I was doing. I hadn't thought of the other people in the house. What if mum or my brothers had walked in on me saying those things and doing what a boy likes so much to do?
Guilt and remorse gripped me. What about poor Teejay? It sounded like his dad had just walked in.
About a minute after my phone had disconnected, it rang and Teejay's number lit up on the screen. I looked at the number for a moment, wondering why he was ringing me back, and then I answered it.
"Hello... Teejay?" I checked.
"Hey mate," he whined. "I'm in a bit of trouble. My dad heard some of what I said to you and he wants you to hear what happens to boys who have phone sex at our place."
"Okay," I said, feeling a little confused. Was he going to lecture Teejay on the proper use of a mobile phone and make sure that I knew it as well, via said phone?
I heard a couple of clunks, as he placed the phone down onto something that sounded wooden, like perhaps a dressing table.
The next thing I heard was his dad barking the words; "Hand me the bath brush, son."
`The bath brush?' I wondered. "What are they doing in the bathroom? Surely his dad's not going to scrub his mouth out with soap... Surely, not with a bath brush!"
"Over my knee, boy!" Was the next command.
"Oh my gosh!" I thought, as my jaw dropped. "Surely he's not going to spank Teejay." There were stirrings in my loins. My bottom was twitching and the twitches seemed to be pulsing in time to my swiftly swelling penis. I had never been spanked, nor had I seen or heard anyone spanked. Not for real, anyway. I was totally out of my comfort zone and had no doubt that Teejay shortly would be too.
"No dad, please..." Teejay begged. "Not with Eddie listening."
"Over my knee now!" The words barked from my phone.
After a short pause, there was a loud volley of quick, sharp slaps...
Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... "No...Daddeee..."
Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Each smack of the hard wood on what sounded like bare teenage flesh was punctuated by stifled cries of anguish. "Ooo... Ahh... Oww...Eee... Ahh..."
Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... The cries and yelps quickly became louder and I could do no more than imagine what was happening to poor Teejay's bottom.
Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... " Ahh... Hah... Ahh...Hah... Ahah...
Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack... " Ahh... Hah... Ahh...Hah... Ahah...
Crack... Crack... Crack... " A-h-h-h-h-h-h..."
Crack... Crack... Crack..." " A-h-h-h-h-h-h...
The last six smacks were delivered more slowly and sounded considerably harder. I just stood dumbfounded, with a rigid pole peeping out of the waistbands of my shorts and briefs. Teejay was getting spanked and I had a raging hard-on.
I heard Teejay's phone being picked up and then the stern voice of Teejay's dad; "If I ever hear of you having phone sex with my son again, it won't just be Teejay's backside feeling a good dose of the bath brush! Is that clear?"
"Ah... y-yes-sir..." I barely managed to stammer before the phone was disconnected. I recall breathing heavily, with my heart pounding, as my mind frantically struggled to process what I had just heard and the father/son role-play that had unfolded in my mind.
I received a text message from Teejay about ten minutes later telling me that he wouldn't be coming over that day. I fired several messages back to him asking him why and telling him I still wanted him to visit with me, but there was no reply. I was confused. Had he also been grounded? Was he embarrassed because I had heard him get spanked and heard him cry? Did he blame me for getting spanked? Did it hurt so much that he didn't like me anymore, for getting him into trouble? I had no idea why he was shutting me out. Why did we have to go and have phone sex? Why did I have to lose my new friend, before I even got to know him properly? My first, honest to God, gay friend.
I found Teejay's address in the phone book and caught a bus over to the stop closest to where he lived. I walked the short distance from the bus stop to his home, approached the front door and rang the bell. Teejay's family had gone out shopping, so he was home alone and after several rings, he answered the door. He was suffering from both the pain and the embarrassment of what I had heard , that he couldn't even look me in the eye.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
He nodded, without making eye contact and showed me in. The front door opened directly into a very tastefully decorated lounge room. I looked around briefly and then back to Teejay.
I was in pain just looking at Teejay; deep, emotional, sympathetic, pain. I slipped my index finger under his chin and slowly raised his head up, until our eyes met.
"That spanking really hurt, didn't it?" I checked.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"It was all my fault!" I confessed. "I was the one who suggested the phone sex. I was the one that got you into trouble. I'm the one who should have been spanked; not you. I don't think any less of you for being spanked. My parents don't spank me, so I don't know what it feels like!"
"But I cried like a baby," Teejay sulked.
"I reckon I would cry more than you did, if it was my butt on the end of a bath brush!" I assured him. "It sounded bloody painful!"
"It was," Teejay confirmed. "It always is!"
I smiled with pained eyes. I was really feeling for him. I then leaned forward and kissed Teejay on the lips. To me, Teejay was the still most beautiful boy in the world and I just wanted to wipe away all of the pain he was feeling, both physical and emotional.
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. He slowly responded, gently wrapping his arms around me. He seemed hesitant.
"You've never been with another boy, have you?" I asked.
"No." He softly replied.
"That makes two of us," I told him in a loud whisper.
His whole body relaxed and a smile began to sweep across his face.
"Do you want to see my bum?" He asked.
"Do I?!" I confessed excitedly.
"Come to my room," he said, with a flick of his head, as a gesture to follow. I was right behind him all the way and felt somewhat nervous, as he shut the door behind us. I didn't see it at first, but after checking out his wall posters and the various other contents of his room, my eyes fell upon a fairly small, wooden, curved handle bath brush. It was smaller than my mum's brush and not much bigger than a large hairbrush. I wondered just how it would feel when wielded as a weapon of punishment.
"Is that the bath brush?" I asked, as Teejay eased the waistband of his loose fitting boxer shorts over his brightly marked bottom.
"Yes." He almost choked.
It didn't look very frightening, but from the sounds it made and the cries it raised from Teejay, I surmised that in this case, looks really must certainly be deceptive.
"Did you get it on the bare skin?" I asked, as I reviewed the deep fuchsia marks on a beautifully formed pair of otherwise milky white buttocks. Then I noticed the generous erection that had popped out of the front of his shorts, as he had slipped them down and it took my attention for a moment, as it bobbed in front of him.
"Sure did," he said, with some degree of pride. "I always get it on the bare. Dad reckons it's the only way to teach me!"
"I'm glad my dad doesn't teach me those kind of lessons!" I said, as I reviewed his well spanked behind. Some patches were slightly darker than others and I surmised that they must have been hit more, or perhaps harder, than the lighter patches.
"Can I feel it?" I asked.
"Okay," he was a little reluctant to agree. "But be careful; it's still a bit touchy."
I gently ran my fingers over his beautiful teenage bottom. It was so warm and soft and tender.
"Can I feel that to?" I asked, referring to his long slender rod, with a grin.
Teejay nodded and I nervously reached out and gently took it in my hand. I squeezed it several times and watched, as his breathing became heavy. I thought he was going to cum and I was right. I was nearly as hard as he was, as a geyser of cum shot from the eye of his pulsing shaft and down onto the carpet. "Oh... Shit..." he exclaimed.
I placed my hand over the head so as not to waste another drop. Teejay grinned and shot, hot creamy boy cum, into my hand. I ran my hand down the shaft, coating it in a generous layer of sticky molten white honey. My hand followed around and under his sack, as I cupped his low hanging balls.
"Fuck you're hung!" I exclaimed, as I fell to my knees and wrapped my thirsty lips around his almost spent cock. The final shot blasted into my mouth. It all happened so fast.
I kept his cock in my mouth for what seemed an eternity, until it lost its rock hardness.
Teejay looked down into my eyes and said. "Now that was worth a spanking!"
He reached across to his dresser and picked up the bath brush.
I found myself getting even harder, if that was possible, as he fondled the brush in his hand, before my eyes.
"So you've never been spanked," he calmly stated. "I find that very hard to believe... a naughty, wicked, sinful boy like you!"
The brush frightened me, but somewhere deep inside I just had to know what delicious lacquered piece of pine felt like on a boy's bare behind.
"Are you going to spank me?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.
"Do you want me to?" he answered my question with a question. "You do deserve a spanking and I think you want one."
I was in two minds. I did want to be spanked, if just to know what my friend had endured earlier that morning, but my ignorance of what a spanking would feel like really scared me.
He stroked the coarse bristles of the brush gently down my right cheek, around my chin and up my left cheek. Again my pulsing penis was virtually bursting through the front of my pants.
"You have just felt the bristles," he said. "Now would you like see what the back feels like?"
Teejay had me mesmerised by the brush.
"You want it, don't you?" He swooned. "You want it bad!"
He was right. I did want it. I knew it was probably going to hurt like hell, but I just had to feel the pain of that beautiful bath brush spanking my bare behind.
Teejay stepped back and sat down on his bed. He looked me squarely in the eyes.
"Take off your shirt, then drop your pants and get over my knee, boy!" He barked in a similar tone to the one his father had used the night before.
I was frightened to obey him, but at the same time, frightened not to. He was right. I wanted that nasty little brush to beat the living daylights out of my bare backside and I did want it bad.
I slowly came to my feet and my gaze fell from Teejay's eyes to the brush, as he tapped it against his naked thigh. I stripped off my tee shirt and looked longingly into his eyes.
"Come on, boy... Shorts off..." He barked. "I haven't got all day!"
I popped the stud on my board shorts and ripped the Velcro fly apart. I eased them down my solid teenage legs and stepped out of them.
"Undies too!" He barked, as I looked to him for pity and some degree of mercy. He showed me none. "It has to be bare!"
I swallowed hard and slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my bright red underpants. Trembling all over, I eased the thin, cotton garment over my plump teenage buttocks. My steel framed rod exploded from the front, as my underpants continued down my thighs and legs, to the floor. I stepped out of my board shorts and briefs and kicked them off to the side.
I swallowed again, as Teejay looked into my eyes with a wicked grin. I wanted it and he knew it. He also wanted to give it.
I nervously laid my quaking body over his muscular teenage thighs. Teejay eased me into the position, he seemingly knew so well; the spanking position. With my left arm stretched out in front, he took hold of my right wrist and folded my arm behind my back. I was pinned across his knee like a naughty little boy.
"Now this is going to really hurt," he warned me. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
I remained silent, in thought, for a moment. I wondered just how much that hard, inflexible piece of wood was going to hurt. I recalled the agonised cries that had emitted from Teejay's vocal chords just an hour or two earlier and began to have second thoughts. I wrestled with the reality of the spanking I was about to receive. I was frightened, but I couldn't back down now. What would Teejay think of me? Would he understand or would he think me weak and far short of being a man? I had to go through with it, no matter how much it hurt. I had to take my spanking like a man.
"No..." I whimpered. "But I'm not supposed to, am I? Go for it, dude... Just like your dad did!"
My heart was pounding and my breathing was laboured. It was like I was on the home run of a fifteen hundred meter race, and Teejay hadn't even begun his assault on my tender white bottom.
"So you want it like I get it, do you?" He checked.
"Yes..." I affirmed. "I want to know what you know!"
I was nervous... I was frightened... I wanted to run... But more than everything else put together; I wanted to be spanked. I wanted Teejay to spank me.
"I want to be spanked!" I confirmed.
There were a few indiscernible, immeasurable, agonising moments, as I waited for that brush to begin its painful lesson. Then it struck; more of a sharp splat than the cracking sound that had emitted from my phone the night before. It stung my right buttock, but it wasn't as painful as I had expected. The next smack hit my left cheek and felt the same, with the pain seeming to intensify on my right buttock.
Teejay struck three rapid smacks to my right buttock. I kicked and shrieked on the third. That boy could hit hard and he was showing me no mercy. No sooner had I kicked and yelped than another three were delivered to my left buttock. I felt them, but the right side was stinging even more than it had when first hit. I had no idea, until that very moment that the pain increases in the seconds after the spanks have been delivered. I struggled against his grip on my wrist, to no avail and tried to bring my free hand back for protection. There was no respite from that nasty stinging bath brush.
He delivered another rapid fire three to each cheek. My legs kicked and I squealed, under my breath. I didn't want to cry out, nor to show him any weakness at all, but that brush certainly was a force to be reckoned with.
Teejay stopped for a moment and gently rubbed the crown of my bottom with small, circular motions of the bath brush.
"Did that hurt?" He asked, in little more than a whisper. "Did it really hurt?
"Of course it fucking hurt!" I shrieked.
"Funny," he said. "I didn't feel a thing!"
Smack... Smack... Smack... To my right cheek and then, Smack... Smack... Smack... To the left.
I wriggled and squirmed and shrieked, under my breath, as a sharp burning pain exploded across both of my buttocks. I hated that brush.
"Does that really hurt?" he sarcastically inquired once more.
"Yes..." I shrieked, in a high pitched tone only to fall foul of the next paralysing volley.
Smack... Smack... Smack... To the right cheek... Smack... Smack... Smack... To the left.
I was going crazy with the intense pain. I was frantically trying to break free of his vice-like grip and fling myself from his knees, but he had me, lodged between his throbbing cock and a hard brush. I had never felt anything like it in my life. My eyes were watering, but I wasn't actually crying.
Again he gently rubbed the fiery wood around my blazing buttocks with small circular motions.
"I still can't feel a thing," He assured me.
"I fucking can!" I shrieked. "You rotten little cunt!"
"We'll have to do something about that foul little mouth of yours, young man!" He announced and I felt the brush leave my bottom once again.
"No... Ple-e-e-a-s-e..." I begged. I was sorry for my words. I would have been happy for him to scrub my mouth out with soap at that moment, if it had meant that it would stop the brush from tormenting my poor little bottom.
"Now you know there is only one way a boy truly learns!" He said and then the most vicious assault possible on my bottom began.
Smack... Smack... Smack... To the right cheek... Smack... Smack... Smack... To the left.
I began to shriek and yelp and howl. There was no holding the sounds of pain and anguish back. The vocal floodgates opened.
Smack... Smack... Smack... To the right cheek... Smack... Smack... Smack... To the left.
I was kicking and thrashing uncontrollably. I wanted to be anywhere but over Teejay's knees. I desperately wanted to escape the excruciating pain being produced by that awful little bath brush.
Smack... Smack... Smack... To the right cheek... Smack... Smack... Smack... To the left.
I was broken; swollen at the rear and limp at the front.
Teejay was as hard as a rock. The spanking had raised his standard to new heights. I could feel his magnificent throbbing rod beneath mine.
After a few moments he eased me gently down onto the floor, stepped over me and left the room. I sobbed and sniffled, as I cupped my burning buttocks in both hands. The pain seemed to have increased after he stopped and was showing no signs of abating. The heat radiating from my thoroughly tanned backside was amazing.
After a few minutes, Teejay returned and helped me up from the floor. He held me in his arms and hugged me tight.
"You took that well," he said. "Now, come with me."
Teejay guided me out into the hallway and into the bathroom. Water was running and the bathtub was filling quickly.
"This is the best way to recover from a spanking," he said. "Well I reckon it is, anyway!"
I watched through teary eyes, as he tested the water, with his hand.
"Mmmm... Just a little bit warm," he said. He reduced the temperature of the gushing water.
"That's better," he announced, about a minute or so later. "Now climb in nice and slowly."
I did what he said. Teejay helped me down into the warm, refreshing water. The heat in my bottom increased, but the pain seemed to decrease slightly. He turned the tap to cold and rapidly cooled the water. It had an amazing effect on my pain-torn bottom.
My breathing was settling down and I was beginning to regain my composure. Teejay produced the bath brush from inside the linen hamper.
"Oh no..." I said, shaking my head.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he assured me. Teejay soaped up the brush and began to wash me all over; my back, my chest and stomach, my feet, legs, thighs and then my pubic region. Everywhere except my head and my throbbing behind. He was so gentle and the caress of the bristles took my mind from my roasted rump.
"A bath brush can be a very beautiful and soothing tool, when it is used for the purpose for which it is intended." He said.
The soapy bristles felt so good, that I rose to the occasion.
"Would you like me to take care of that?" he asked.
I forced a smile and nodded.
He climbed into the other end of the bath on his knees. It was a large tub, but there was barely enough room for the both of us. Teejay bent forward and took my almost hard rod in his mouth. My penis jumped quickly to full attention and I returned his earlier favour with reams of interest.
That morning was the start of a long and beautiful friendship. We never practiced phone sex again and to my knowledge, Teejay was never phone spanked again. Our phones were only ever needed for their intended purpose, from that day forth. We had discovered that real sex was far, far better than phone sex and that spanking, although painful, could be highly erotic and stimulating. Over the next few years we developed quite a taste for both.
To me Teejay is still the most beautiful boy in the world... and one of the best spankers I have ever met.
Please feel free to contact me if you enjoyed this story or wish to discuss any aspect of adult male to male consensual spanking and corporal punishment at: aussieboi13@gmail.com