Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
From: an310307@anon.penet.fi (slimboy)
Date: Fri, 21 Jul 1995 23:45:12 UTC
Subject: STORY: New Shirts (M/m sp)


                              NEW SHIRTS

As a high school student, I was tall and thin, with wide
shoulders and long arms.  Where I lived, the stores did not carry
tall sizes and so it was difficult to find shirts with sleeves that
were long enough.  One day I went into a store and asked the
salesman if he had any shirts which would fit me.  He said he
thought he could help me and that if I came back in an hour that
would give him time to look in the storeroom and find some suitable
shirts for me to try on.

When I returned to the store, the salesman sent me to the dressing
room with a shirt and left me there.  I didn't realize until later
that it was closing time and that he then went to the front of the
store and locked the door.

As I was putting on the first shirt, the salesman joined me in the
dressing room and asked how I was doing.  He then sat on a little
stool in front of me and looked at how the shirt was fitting.  He
pulled down the sleeves and said it looked pretty good to him.
Then he pulled on the tails of the shirt in the front and back and
said I should tuck it into my pants to see if it was long enough.

As he said it his hands went under the shirt and unbuttoned my
jeans so that they fell to my ankles.  His hands continued to play
with the tails of the shirt, brushing over my jockey shorts.  I
could feel his fingers rubbing the bulge in the front of them and
tracing the outline of what was underneath my tight underpants.
Being rather shy, I didn't say anything and pretended not to notice
how much his hands were exploring the shape of my body beneath the
loosely hanging shirt.  As quickly as possible I pulled up my jeans
and buttoned them up.

However, he had a pile of five more shirts for me to try on and as
soon as he had commented on how well that shirt fit, he started to
open the package of another one for me to try on.  As I was
unbuttoning the first shirt he finished removing the second shirt
>from its package.  Again he opened my jeans and pulled them down,
groping me as he did so.  Being young and easily aroused, I could
feel that the bulge in the front of my shorts was growing, but
couldn't do anything about it.  He then helped me out of the first
shirt and I stood there before him wearing only my very revealing
shorts and my jeans around my ankles.

I quickly reached behind him to grab the other shirt and put it on
but was conscious that in doing so I gave him a very close look at
my thinly covered buttocks, and felt his hand run over them.  I was
embarrassed to be so exposed before this man with his inquisitive
fingers and all I wanted to do was get the fitting over with and
get out of there.  I don't know why I couldn't find the words to
tell him to stop what he was doing, but I was shy and he was old
enough to be one of my teachers.

When I got the shirt on, he helped with the buttons down the front
and then repeated the charade of tugging on the tails of the shirt
while letting his hands explore my body very intimately.  He kept
getting bolder, this time squeezing my already swollen penis and
running his hands behind me and over my firm buns.

Eventually I got to pull my pants up again but couldn't hide the
large protuberance in the front of them when I did them up.  No
sooner had I covered myself than it was time to try on the third
shirt.  This time, he moved quickly to relieve me of my jeans.  As
he pulled them down, he took the underpants as well.  There I was,
standing naked before him except for the pants lying around my
ankles, with an erection sticking straight out in front of me.  All
I could do was pretend not to notice.  But he didn't.  He wrapped
his hand around my shaft and fondled it with rapid squeezes which
just made it more inflated.

As he helped me with the shirt, he seemed to always have one hand
working on my now very sensitive organ.  Then suddenly without
warning I felt an ejaculation well up and explode in his hand.  I
still didn't say anything; I was too surprised and mortified by
what had happened.  As I stood there helplessly, he used the tissue
>from the new shirt package to clean me and his hand.

Just as unexpectedly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down across
his knees, saying I had been a bad boy to shoot all over his hand
and that I was lucky it didn't get on the new shirt.  As I lay
there defencelessly, he said that he was going to spank me.  It
wasn't a really hard spanking, but it sounded pretty authentic to
me, and it seemed to last forever.

What I remember most is that he squeezed and rubbed each cheek a
long while before slapping it.  He paused several times as his
fingers would stray between my legs, cupping my balls and running
up the crack of my ass.  I felt totally at his mercy and unable to
object or make him end it any faster.  He had one arm draped over
my waist and held me down firmly with his hand gripping my hip bone
so that I couldn't get up until he was ready to let me.

Finally, the spanking was over, and I breathed a great sigh of
relief as I stood up.  He told me to look behind me at the full
length mirror to see what a spanked bottom looked like.  My cheeks
were very pink and he asked me if I had had enough to which I
quickly responded yes.  Then I realized that throughout the fitting
he had a clear view in the mirror of my tight young ass as I tried
on the shirts and had probably been plotting how he could find an
excuse to get his hands on it.  I also realized that the ordeal was
not over yet, because there were three more shirts to try on.