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I grew up dirt poor on a small farm that never did well. My daddy was a good man who taught me to work hard and get more out of life than he did. Sometimes he taught me by what he said and did. Other times, he taught me by taking me over his knee or put me over the bed and gave me his belt.
Through our church, I got a position at a large and very profitable ranch. In those days, boys would apprentice at such places and, if they did well, be given a position. I was a strapping boy of twenty, six two, pure muscle from working the farm with my father all the time and all the charity work I did at the church. Being young and muscular, all of the hard work tasks went to me at the church.
“Welcome to the family Jake,” Mr. Price, the owner of the ranch said on my first day.
He was a big man in his fifties, not fat, just big. He towered over me and seemed to control everything within a few mile radius of him wherever he was; everyone bowed to this man, even the pastor. He had his arm on my back as he led me to his office. We had just toured the ranch buildings, and he’d shown me my room, which was a good size on the second floor of one of the barns. I shared the apartment with another guy who I hadn’t met yet. It had a cozy open living room, a convenience kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom.
“Now, son, I showed you the buildings, one of the hands will show you around the ranch. I want to remind you about what we talked about at your interview,” he said sitting at his desk, his hands on his head, his body stretched out in the big, leather desk chair.
He remained silent for a moment. I wasn’t sure which part he wanted to remind me about, but I waited patiently for him to continue.
“There are rules and expectations of apprentices at this ranch. When you do not meet those expectations, or follow the rules, you will be spanked. I believe every boy deserves a chance and things can be taken care of in this way, as long as they are not too bad. I find that boys who come from farms, like yourself, sometimes have a hard time adjusting to a big operation like this with all of the temptations like being around so many people, and so much going on.”
I had understood this at the interview, and since my father spanked me right up to the time I moved out, I was not upset about the prospect of getting spanked. In fact, it made me feel more comfortable to have Mr. Price act like a daddy to me rather than be a boss who might fire me. That said, I did not like getting spanked, I was sure at that moment that I would never do anything that would allow Mr. Price the opportunity to spank me.
“Yes Mr. Price, I remember that and understand and fully agree. I will do a good job for you.”
“Good to hear son, I have a good feeling about you.”
I met my roommate that night. He was a guy in his twenties who had drifted around a lot and got into trouble before coming to the ranch. The same pastor who helped me get the job helped Derrick get his.
“What’s it like here,” I asked Derrick after he showed me around all the niches and crevices of our new place and we had talked enough to get to know each other a bit. I liked the guy.
“Well, when I first got here, I was coming off a lot of trouble and bad luck. It was hard at first to tow the line and I got a lot of spankings. But, I been here four years and now I settled in a bit.”
“What were the spankings like?” I asked.
“Oh, man, they were terrible. Mr. Price is serious when you get inta trouble, you just get your ass whupped bad. A couple of times, it hurt for days. And they are very embarrassing, sometimes in front of people. But, he is a fair man, I never got a whupping I didn’t deserve.”
I was still certain I wouldn’t be getting a whupping, so it didn’t bother me hearing this, but it did redouble my promise to myself to tow the line.
The first few months passed and everything went well at the ranch. I fell into the regular routine and found that there were a lot of side projects that were fun, and the other men and supervisors at the ranch were good men who helped me understand what I needed to do. Then, one day, another apprentice, Scott, and I had been working together and Scott decided to go behind the barn and take a nap when we were supposed to be building a storage case for some of the larger tools.
“What are you doing lazing around back here boy,” I heard Mr. Price’s booming voice and jumped until I realized he was talking to Scott and not me.
“I was just taking a nap,” Scott said, he was not a bright boy apparently, this having been the first time I worked with him, I didn’t know him all that well.
“Don’t you think you should be working?”
“Sir, I’m tired, do you have to be such a pushy bastard?”
What I heard next shocked me, Mr. Price had taken Scott by the arm and dragged him back into the barn where I was working making Scott scream out as he was being dragged.
“You are going to get a good spanking mister, I’ve had it with you. Then, you and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow.”
Scott shrunk into himself. He was a huge man, well over six feet, red hair, pasty white complexion, but big. It was odd seeing such a big man draw up into himself like a tiny dog when he thinks he going to get kicked.
“What’s the matter with you boy, are you just dumb?”
“I’m sorry Mr. Price, I’ll try harder.”
“Get your pants down and get over my knee,” Mr. Price said, his tone allowing for nothing but compliance. Mr. Price pulled Scott’s shorts down revealing a big, hairy ass and began spanking him hard from the start.
“You need to learn a lot Scott, I am very disappointed in you,” he said with total authority and control. I started to move away to get out of the barn and give them some privacy.
“You,” Mr. Price said pointing at me, stopping his assault on Scott’s butt, “stay there and watch.” And I did as I was told.
He spanked Scott for a long time and then told him to get up and take off his pants and his shorts. When Scott did this, I saw that he had a huge dick; it was surprising to see such a big man get spanked like this.
“Now, we are going to take care of one thing at a time,” Mr. Price said taking off his belt.
He turned the chair around and forcefully put Scott over it. Scott was like a tamed animal at this point doing exactly as directed.
“First,” he said as he took the belt and gave a very hard slap with it, “no one calls me a bastard boy. You will learn what happens when you do.”
At that, Mr. Price gave Scott more than fifty furious licks with the belt. His ass was red and there were marks from the belt all over his ass. His huge dick swung as he got those licks, and, toward the end, his body shook and his legs were unsteady. He was almost unable to stand.
“Next, there is no sleeping on the job,” Mr. Price said as he picked up a small hand paddle.
He took Scotts arm, who was somewhat dazed at this point from being spanked, turned the chair around and put Scott back over his knee. The spanking with the paddle was relentless.
“Mr. Price, I’m sorry, please!!!” Scott pleaded.
“You will learn to be a responsible man and that is it,” Mr. Price replied to Scott’s pleading. The spanking with the paddle continued, hard, intense, fierce strokes.
“Please don’t make me cry Mr. Price,” Scott pleaded to no avail, Mr. Price continued the hard, furious spanking. Scott broke and cried, quietly at first, but then full out with tears running down his face as Mr. Price put his leg over Scott’s in order to stop him from flailing about so.
The spanking ended with Scott was crying out loud. Mr. Price fixed his clothes, put the chair and paddle away, and left. Scott cried himself out, went into the bathroom for a long time, then came back shyly, but soon went back to work.
I gave Scott room and said nothing about the spanking doing everything I could to make the work easier for him. That night, I told Derrick about the spanking. Derrick asked a lot of questions, the description went on for over half an hour, and when I was done, Derrick said he was tired and needed to go to bed. I heard loud noises from Derrick’s room and got up to see what was wrong. His door was open and he was lying on the bed naked, his hand stroking his hard dick furiously. I watched in wonder never having seen a man play with himself before. Then, he came with such force that he fell off the bed, his cum all over himself. I quietly went back to my room, afraid to be caught witnessing that scene.
The next day, Mr. Price came to our apartment in the evening. We were sitting in the small living room playing cards.
“Derrick,” Mr. Price said, “did you take the tractor out for a joy ride and threaten an old woman with it?” He asked calmly for such a serious infraction.
I watched Derrick wondering why he would do such a thing and saw his face light up, yet his mouth remained somber. He said nothing.
“Derrick,” Mr. Price continued and I noticed he had a strap in his hand, it was evil looking. He was holding it flaccid against his thigh, “tell me the truth.”
“Yes sir,” was his only reply.
“Why Derrick?”
“I don’t know sir, it just seemed like fun.” Mr. Price was very quiet. His face betrayed nothing. I wasn’t sure if he was going to lose it, but was afraid that he would.
“Get your pants off and get over this chair,” Mr. Price said pointing at the overstuffed chair in the corner. Derrick did as he was told.
“Shorts too!!!” Mr. Price said in a sharp command to which Derrick complied.
I could see from my vantage point that Derrick was hard, not just hard, but pulsating. Mr. Price could not see this from his angle, and Derrick was doing all he could to hide it.
The strap came down hard and fast. I had never seen anyone get spanked so hard. Derrick was quiet at first, but after twenty or so strokes, he started to grunt, then call out, and then scream. Mr. Price spanked him relentlessly; his ass was dark red with marks everywhere and five or more bruises rising up.
“You need to tow the line boy, I am tired of your nonsense,” Mr. Price yelled when he was done, and then left calmly, Derrick still bent over the chair.
When Derrick finally got up several minutes later, he was having trouble getting into an upright position, but I also noticed that his dick was still hard and that there was huge gobs of cum dripping out of it and all over the chair. He moved slowly and cautiously gathering his pants and shorts and went to his bedroom without looking at me. I was going to cover my ears not wanting to hear him cry, but before I could, I heard him furiously jerking off, the bed banging against the wall, him calling out like mad, unaware that anyone could hear him. Within minutes, he came with a scream and then there was no noise in his room.
Witnessing this both shocked and aroused me. How could someone get so charged up over being spanked? But he had gotten charged up over the story about Scott being spanked the day before, could he have deliberately done something to get spanked? At that moment, I wanted to jerk off, I wanted to get spanked by Mr. Price, I wanted I don’t know what. Why was I having these thoughts? How could the thought of being spanked turn me on? How could the memory of Scott and now Derrick being spanked turn me on?
I tossed and turned all night, finally giving in and jerking off around five and then falling into a disturbed sleep. The next week went by with nothing on my mind but the thought of having my ass bared by Mr. Price and being spanked till I could no longer take it. I jerked off to it three or four times a day playing back the spankings I had witnessed and picturing myself in the place of Scott or Derrick. When the picture was clear, me bent over Mr. Price’s knee, I came hard.
Weeks passed, I worked hard and nothing happened. Derrick and I would play cards in the evening to pass time, and I seldom saw Scott as he was reassigned to building a new fence around the property.
One day, months later, my supervisor, Bill, was giving me a hard time and I cursed at him. He was being totally unreasonable about how he wanted me to paint a cabinet and I got frustrated after a while and let loose. Bill walked away muttering under his breath, but nothing happened after that. The day went on, I didn’t see Bill or Mr. Price. That night, I was sleeping soundly when I heard footsteps outside and then my door opened and slammed shut loudly. The light came on and Mr. Price stood in the doorway waiting for me to wake up. I wiped my eyes not sure what was going on as I woke up.
“You think it’s a good idea to curse at my supervisors Jake?”
I said nothing, but became hard at the prospect of getting spanked, I was pretty sure that was why Mr. Price was there, although I was confused why he waited so long to come if that was what was going to happen.
“Get up boy, you have been good so far, but I am not going to tolerate having my supervisors cursed at,” he demanded.
I got up, still in my pajamas, my hard on gone now that I feared the very real pain I knew was coming.Once I got out of bed, Mr. Price sat on the bed, grabbed my arm and pulled me across his knee. Within seconds, he had my pajama bottoms and my shorts down. I let out a loud gasp when I felt the breeze on my bare ass, realizing I was going to have no protection from this spanking.
My ass was naked across his knee for a couple of beats while I felt the cold tingle my bottom, but then, he started spanking me with his hand hard and fast. The first swat hurt so much that I almost bolted from his knee, how could a man do this to me was all I could think. The next hurt even more, but I was getting a bit used to it. Soon, I was bucking and moaning, though I was afraid to moan too loudly lest Derrick hear me getting that hard, bare assed spanking. Soon, I could not take it, Mr. Price was spanking all out, my bare ass was hot and hurting and each swat stung like nothing I ever felt before. I was soon crying out and moving every part of my body. My legs began to flail wildly with each swat, and Mr. Price put his leg over them holding them down to stop me from moving. No matter what I did, the spanking continued relentlessly. My eyes were closed, I did all I could to take the spanking, but it was too much. I bucked and pulled trying to get out, I begged and screamed, but it just continued. Finally, I broke and began to cry. I held it in as long as I could, the last thing I wanted to do was let him know he had won, but it was too much and soon I was crying out loud, wailing in fact. The spanking went on, and oddly, once I started crying, I barely felt it even though it was still hard and relentless. Finally, he let me up. I fell on the bed crying, and, when I was composed, he was gone.
I lay on the bed, my pants still down, no thought in my head except for keeping my butt from touching anything. I was on my stomach, dreading the pain I was feeling. Then, suddenly, I was hard like never before. When I tried to ignore it, my dick began to pulsate and I began to hump the bed without knowing what I was doing. Soon, I turned on my side, unable to touch my butt to anything, and took hold of my dick. I furiously jerked off feeling the pain on my backside, feeling the heat radiating from it all over the back of my body. I came and actually hit the wall with my cum. I thought that would calm me, but my dick was still hard as a rock. Ignoring it did no good. I had to jerk off a second time and, when I did, I came even harder than the first.
An incredible calm overtook me. I had never felt this calm and this at peace before in my life. Carefully, I moved onto my belly and fell dead asleep. The heat and pain were still there the next day making every movement difficult, and the sting did not go away for days. Derrick gave me funny looks the next day, but I just ignored them realizing that he heard it all and probably jerked off to it, maybe even was planning some maneuver to get his own butt spanked hard sometime soon.
Through our church, I got a position at a large and very profitable ranch. In those days, boys would apprentice at such places and, if they did well, be given a position. I was a strapping boy of twenty, six two, pure muscle from working the farm with my father all the time and all the charity work I did at the church. Being young and muscular, all of the hard work tasks went to me at the church.
“Welcome to the family Jake,” Mr. Price, the owner of the ranch said on my first day.
He was a big man in his fifties, not fat, just big. He towered over me and seemed to control everything within a few mile radius of him wherever he was; everyone bowed to this man, even the pastor. He had his arm on my back as he led me to his office. We had just toured the ranch buildings, and he’d shown me my room, which was a good size on the second floor of one of the barns. I shared the apartment with another guy who I hadn’t met yet. It had a cozy open living room, a convenience kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom.
“Now, son, I showed you the buildings, one of the hands will show you around the ranch. I want to remind you about what we talked about at your interview,” he said sitting at his desk, his hands on his head, his body stretched out in the big, leather desk chair.
He remained silent for a moment. I wasn’t sure which part he wanted to remind me about, but I waited patiently for him to continue.
“There are rules and expectations of apprentices at this ranch. When you do not meet those expectations, or follow the rules, you will be spanked. I believe every boy deserves a chance and things can be taken care of in this way, as long as they are not too bad. I find that boys who come from farms, like yourself, sometimes have a hard time adjusting to a big operation like this with all of the temptations like being around so many people, and so much going on.”
I had understood this at the interview, and since my father spanked me right up to the time I moved out, I was not upset about the prospect of getting spanked. In fact, it made me feel more comfortable to have Mr. Price act like a daddy to me rather than be a boss who might fire me. That said, I did not like getting spanked, I was sure at that moment that I would never do anything that would allow Mr. Price the opportunity to spank me.
“Yes Mr. Price, I remember that and understand and fully agree. I will do a good job for you.”
“Good to hear son, I have a good feeling about you.”
I met my roommate that night. He was a guy in his twenties who had drifted around a lot and got into trouble before coming to the ranch. The same pastor who helped me get the job helped Derrick get his.
“What’s it like here,” I asked Derrick after he showed me around all the niches and crevices of our new place and we had talked enough to get to know each other a bit. I liked the guy.
“Well, when I first got here, I was coming off a lot of trouble and bad luck. It was hard at first to tow the line and I got a lot of spankings. But, I been here four years and now I settled in a bit.”
“What were the spankings like?” I asked.
“Oh, man, they were terrible. Mr. Price is serious when you get inta trouble, you just get your ass whupped bad. A couple of times, it hurt for days. And they are very embarrassing, sometimes in front of people. But, he is a fair man, I never got a whupping I didn’t deserve.”
I was still certain I wouldn’t be getting a whupping, so it didn’t bother me hearing this, but it did redouble my promise to myself to tow the line.
The first few months passed and everything went well at the ranch. I fell into the regular routine and found that there were a lot of side projects that were fun, and the other men and supervisors at the ranch were good men who helped me understand what I needed to do. Then, one day, another apprentice, Scott, and I had been working together and Scott decided to go behind the barn and take a nap when we were supposed to be building a storage case for some of the larger tools.
“What are you doing lazing around back here boy,” I heard Mr. Price’s booming voice and jumped until I realized he was talking to Scott and not me.
“I was just taking a nap,” Scott said, he was not a bright boy apparently, this having been the first time I worked with him, I didn’t know him all that well.
“Don’t you think you should be working?”
“Sir, I’m tired, do you have to be such a pushy bastard?”
What I heard next shocked me, Mr. Price had taken Scott by the arm and dragged him back into the barn where I was working making Scott scream out as he was being dragged.
“You are going to get a good spanking mister, I’ve had it with you. Then, you and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow.”
Scott shrunk into himself. He was a huge man, well over six feet, red hair, pasty white complexion, but big. It was odd seeing such a big man draw up into himself like a tiny dog when he thinks he going to get kicked.
“What’s the matter with you boy, are you just dumb?”
“I’m sorry Mr. Price, I’ll try harder.”
“Get your pants down and get over my knee,” Mr. Price said, his tone allowing for nothing but compliance. Mr. Price pulled Scott’s shorts down revealing a big, hairy ass and began spanking him hard from the start.
“You need to learn a lot Scott, I am very disappointed in you,” he said with total authority and control. I started to move away to get out of the barn and give them some privacy.
“You,” Mr. Price said pointing at me, stopping his assault on Scott’s butt, “stay there and watch.” And I did as I was told.
He spanked Scott for a long time and then told him to get up and take off his pants and his shorts. When Scott did this, I saw that he had a huge dick; it was surprising to see such a big man get spanked like this.
“Now, we are going to take care of one thing at a time,” Mr. Price said taking off his belt.
He turned the chair around and forcefully put Scott over it. Scott was like a tamed animal at this point doing exactly as directed.
“First,” he said as he took the belt and gave a very hard slap with it, “no one calls me a bastard boy. You will learn what happens when you do.”
At that, Mr. Price gave Scott more than fifty furious licks with the belt. His ass was red and there were marks from the belt all over his ass. His huge dick swung as he got those licks, and, toward the end, his body shook and his legs were unsteady. He was almost unable to stand.
“Next, there is no sleeping on the job,” Mr. Price said as he picked up a small hand paddle.
He took Scotts arm, who was somewhat dazed at this point from being spanked, turned the chair around and put Scott back over his knee. The spanking with the paddle was relentless.
“Mr. Price, I’m sorry, please!!!” Scott pleaded.
“You will learn to be a responsible man and that is it,” Mr. Price replied to Scott’s pleading. The spanking with the paddle continued, hard, intense, fierce strokes.
“Please don’t make me cry Mr. Price,” Scott pleaded to no avail, Mr. Price continued the hard, furious spanking. Scott broke and cried, quietly at first, but then full out with tears running down his face as Mr. Price put his leg over Scott’s in order to stop him from flailing about so.
The spanking ended with Scott was crying out loud. Mr. Price fixed his clothes, put the chair and paddle away, and left. Scott cried himself out, went into the bathroom for a long time, then came back shyly, but soon went back to work.
I gave Scott room and said nothing about the spanking doing everything I could to make the work easier for him. That night, I told Derrick about the spanking. Derrick asked a lot of questions, the description went on for over half an hour, and when I was done, Derrick said he was tired and needed to go to bed. I heard loud noises from Derrick’s room and got up to see what was wrong. His door was open and he was lying on the bed naked, his hand stroking his hard dick furiously. I watched in wonder never having seen a man play with himself before. Then, he came with such force that he fell off the bed, his cum all over himself. I quietly went back to my room, afraid to be caught witnessing that scene.
The next day, Mr. Price came to our apartment in the evening. We were sitting in the small living room playing cards.
“Derrick,” Mr. Price said, “did you take the tractor out for a joy ride and threaten an old woman with it?” He asked calmly for such a serious infraction.
I watched Derrick wondering why he would do such a thing and saw his face light up, yet his mouth remained somber. He said nothing.
“Derrick,” Mr. Price continued and I noticed he had a strap in his hand, it was evil looking. He was holding it flaccid against his thigh, “tell me the truth.”
“Yes sir,” was his only reply.
“Why Derrick?”
“I don’t know sir, it just seemed like fun.” Mr. Price was very quiet. His face betrayed nothing. I wasn’t sure if he was going to lose it, but was afraid that he would.
“Get your pants off and get over this chair,” Mr. Price said pointing at the overstuffed chair in the corner. Derrick did as he was told.
“Shorts too!!!” Mr. Price said in a sharp command to which Derrick complied.
I could see from my vantage point that Derrick was hard, not just hard, but pulsating. Mr. Price could not see this from his angle, and Derrick was doing all he could to hide it.
The strap came down hard and fast. I had never seen anyone get spanked so hard. Derrick was quiet at first, but after twenty or so strokes, he started to grunt, then call out, and then scream. Mr. Price spanked him relentlessly; his ass was dark red with marks everywhere and five or more bruises rising up.
“You need to tow the line boy, I am tired of your nonsense,” Mr. Price yelled when he was done, and then left calmly, Derrick still bent over the chair.
When Derrick finally got up several minutes later, he was having trouble getting into an upright position, but I also noticed that his dick was still hard and that there was huge gobs of cum dripping out of it and all over the chair. He moved slowly and cautiously gathering his pants and shorts and went to his bedroom without looking at me. I was going to cover my ears not wanting to hear him cry, but before I could, I heard him furiously jerking off, the bed banging against the wall, him calling out like mad, unaware that anyone could hear him. Within minutes, he came with a scream and then there was no noise in his room.
Witnessing this both shocked and aroused me. How could someone get so charged up over being spanked? But he had gotten charged up over the story about Scott being spanked the day before, could he have deliberately done something to get spanked? At that moment, I wanted to jerk off, I wanted to get spanked by Mr. Price, I wanted I don’t know what. Why was I having these thoughts? How could the thought of being spanked turn me on? How could the memory of Scott and now Derrick being spanked turn me on?
I tossed and turned all night, finally giving in and jerking off around five and then falling into a disturbed sleep. The next week went by with nothing on my mind but the thought of having my ass bared by Mr. Price and being spanked till I could no longer take it. I jerked off to it three or four times a day playing back the spankings I had witnessed and picturing myself in the place of Scott or Derrick. When the picture was clear, me bent over Mr. Price’s knee, I came hard.
Weeks passed, I worked hard and nothing happened. Derrick and I would play cards in the evening to pass time, and I seldom saw Scott as he was reassigned to building a new fence around the property.
One day, months later, my supervisor, Bill, was giving me a hard time and I cursed at him. He was being totally unreasonable about how he wanted me to paint a cabinet and I got frustrated after a while and let loose. Bill walked away muttering under his breath, but nothing happened after that. The day went on, I didn’t see Bill or Mr. Price. That night, I was sleeping soundly when I heard footsteps outside and then my door opened and slammed shut loudly. The light came on and Mr. Price stood in the doorway waiting for me to wake up. I wiped my eyes not sure what was going on as I woke up.
“You think it’s a good idea to curse at my supervisors Jake?”
I said nothing, but became hard at the prospect of getting spanked, I was pretty sure that was why Mr. Price was there, although I was confused why he waited so long to come if that was what was going to happen.
“Get up boy, you have been good so far, but I am not going to tolerate having my supervisors cursed at,” he demanded.
I got up, still in my pajamas, my hard on gone now that I feared the very real pain I knew was coming.Once I got out of bed, Mr. Price sat on the bed, grabbed my arm and pulled me across his knee. Within seconds, he had my pajama bottoms and my shorts down. I let out a loud gasp when I felt the breeze on my bare ass, realizing I was going to have no protection from this spanking.
My ass was naked across his knee for a couple of beats while I felt the cold tingle my bottom, but then, he started spanking me with his hand hard and fast. The first swat hurt so much that I almost bolted from his knee, how could a man do this to me was all I could think. The next hurt even more, but I was getting a bit used to it. Soon, I was bucking and moaning, though I was afraid to moan too loudly lest Derrick hear me getting that hard, bare assed spanking. Soon, I could not take it, Mr. Price was spanking all out, my bare ass was hot and hurting and each swat stung like nothing I ever felt before. I was soon crying out and moving every part of my body. My legs began to flail wildly with each swat, and Mr. Price put his leg over them holding them down to stop me from moving. No matter what I did, the spanking continued relentlessly. My eyes were closed, I did all I could to take the spanking, but it was too much. I bucked and pulled trying to get out, I begged and screamed, but it just continued. Finally, I broke and began to cry. I held it in as long as I could, the last thing I wanted to do was let him know he had won, but it was too much and soon I was crying out loud, wailing in fact. The spanking went on, and oddly, once I started crying, I barely felt it even though it was still hard and relentless. Finally, he let me up. I fell on the bed crying, and, when I was composed, he was gone.
I lay on the bed, my pants still down, no thought in my head except for keeping my butt from touching anything. I was on my stomach, dreading the pain I was feeling. Then, suddenly, I was hard like never before. When I tried to ignore it, my dick began to pulsate and I began to hump the bed without knowing what I was doing. Soon, I turned on my side, unable to touch my butt to anything, and took hold of my dick. I furiously jerked off feeling the pain on my backside, feeling the heat radiating from it all over the back of my body. I came and actually hit the wall with my cum. I thought that would calm me, but my dick was still hard as a rock. Ignoring it did no good. I had to jerk off a second time and, when I did, I came even harder than the first.
An incredible calm overtook me. I had never felt this calm and this at peace before in my life. Carefully, I moved onto my belly and fell dead asleep. The heat and pain were still there the next day making every movement difficult, and the sting did not go away for days. Derrick gave me funny looks the next day, but I just ignored them realizing that he heard it all and probably jerked off to it, maybe even was planning some maneuver to get his own butt spanked hard sometime soon.
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