Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2008 12:54:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Boy Smack <boy.smack@yahoo.com>
Subject: Schoolteacher's Confessions: part 5 (Mb oral spank anal)

Deb managed to swap a shift with a coworker who owed her a favor, so it
was more than a week before Ryan stayed overnight at my house again.  In
those two weeks, I didn't spank him once; in fact, I fairly well kept my
hands off his bottom altogether.

The night he had spent with me had been one of the most traumatic of my
life, as it had let me peer deep into my own psyche.  I was horrified at
the level of arousal that I had reached while paddling Ryan.  It was a
thrill of a different sort than I had experienced during our most
intimate sexual moments.  I had succumbed to an abominable desire to
inflict pain on the little boy I loved, and I had enjoyed it for a
moment.  I hadn't actually harmed him.  I had gotten a good look at his
bare bottom the next morning, and it was unmarked.  His scream of pain
had invaded my mind and pulled me back from the precipice.  My guilt
wasn't over what I had done, but over what I had felt.  Swatting him
hard had felt so right, and for a moment I could have gripped the paddle
with both hands and taken a home-run swing at his trembling buttocks.

I remembered this, and I was afraid.  Our spanking games - my nearly free
access to Ryan's cute little bottom - had led me to the point that I
almost subjected him to brutal abuse.  I couldn't let myself go back
there again.  In the grip of fear and confusion, I stopped spanking him
altogether.  I didn't even tap him on the rear when he walked by me.

Ryan was entirely unaware of the reason for the change.  To him, it had
not been a night of horror, but one of atonement and of reassurance.  He
had been cruelly disappointed by his father, and he had run off to sulk
with no thought for anyone else.  He had been brought face to face with
the selfishness of his actions and reminded of the fact that two people,
his mother and I, both loved him, though in wildly different ways.
Awareness of love had pierced his conscience, making his selfishness
unbearable, until he had begged to be punished.  When I paddled him, he
had been released from his guilt, and at the same time he sensed a
confirmation of my love for him.  When he slept in my arms, he had known
something like a father's love for the first time in his life.

Far from driving him away from me, the experience had welded us
together.  My internal torment was entirely my own.  Ryan continued to
come to my house every day.  He continued to smile whenever he was in my
presence.  He continued to cling to me and kiss me passionately as soon
as we were alone.  He continued to bare himself to me, presenting his
little boy cock for the attentions of my lips and tongue, and he
continued to insist that he repay me in kind.  Every day of those two
weeks I had exchanged oral satisfaction with a beautiful ten year old
boy.  It was in one sense the most satisfying period of my life.  But I
was careful - so careful.  The one thing which had changed between us was
that I quietly refused to smack his bottom, even in play.

Ryan was certainly not on board with this change.  The first day after
his big paddling he didn't seem to notice, but towards late afternoon of
the day after that he asked if I wanted to spank him.  It wasn't at all
an unusual offer by that point, but it was unusual for me to decline.
Instead I tackled him and wrestled with him for a while, but there was no
spanking.  The next day Ryan hinted for a while that he had been bad.
Then, coming up to me while I was sitting in an arm-chair sorting my
mail, he spread himself across my lap, waiting to be swatted.  I tousled
his hair and kissed the back of his neck before swiveling him around
until he was sitting on my lap..  He pouted at me, but I just kissed his
out-thrust lower lip.

At first I irrationally tried to avoid all contact with his butt, but
Ryan made that impossible.  He bumped up against me and backed into me
while I was massaging his shoulders.  More than once he pressed his
bottom back against my fully aroused cock, the contact no less sexual for
the layers of clothing between us.  He took to sitting on my lap and
grinding his bottom hard into my crotch.  And he constantly hinted that
he wanted - even needed - a good, bare-bottom spanking.

My spankings had always given Ryan the sense of parental authority which
had been missing from his life, and he found them comforting.
Furthermore, he had clearly been turned on by them, and he hated loosing
them like I would have hated it if suddenly he hadn't wanted to kiss me
anymore.  Of course, I missed them too.  It was tortuous for me to refuse
to spank that cute little bottom.  I had so recently enjoyed the
pleasures of spanking him that I could feel his luscious, round buttocks
as though they were still under my hand.  In fact, I jacked off to that
memory most nights.  Only my determination not to repeat the mistake that
had nearly destroyed our friendship kept me from throwing him over my
knee and slapping his jiggling buttocks until they turned scarlet.

One week from the day of the fateful paddling Ryan came to my house
determined to get to the bottom of my aversion to spanking.  He came in
the back door while I was still drinking my first cup of coffee.
Without a word he came over to my chair and bent over me, kissing me
passionately.  For a moment his tongue snaked into my mouth, probing
deeply, but when I put down my mug and reached to embrace him, he pulled
away from me.  He smirked at me over his shoulder as he danced out of the
room.  I sat there stunned, adjusted my hard-on in my boxers, and
listened to his footsteps pounding up my front stairs.  I laughed to
myself and rose to follow.

I found Ryan lying face down on my bed, totally nude and with his bottom
pointing seductively up.  A wave of passion washed over me; I wanted to
grab his bottom, to spank his bottom, even to fuck his bottom.  It was so
wonderful, so delicious, served up there waiting for me - but I fought
back those urges.  Instead I knelt next to the bed and ran my hands along
Ryan's calves, slowly massaging my way up his legs.  When I reached his
hips I grabbed him and turned him over, pulling him towards me in the
meantime.  Ryan followed my lead, and in a moment he was sitting up at
the edge of the bed, his hard cock pointing up.  I pulled him up until he
was standing, and then went down on him, engulfing him in my mouth and
lovingly bathing his shaft with my tongue.

My hands were locked on his hips all this time, but after a moment I felt
Ryan's hands lock on my wrists.  He pulled my hands free.  I was
momentarily worried; didn't he want this?  But he moved my hands
backwards and placed them directly on his butt.  I tried to slide them
forward again, but his grip tightened on my wrists..  Even in the ecstasy
of the blow job I was giving him, he maintained his determination to feel
my hands on his ass again.

His mounds were as silky smooth and as wonderfully supple as ever.  They
felt better than I had even remembered.  I gave in and gripped his bottom
as tightly as he was gripping my wrists.  He cried out and thrust his
cock forward, finally releasing my wrists and grabbing my head, pulling
it forward to meet his thrust.  I continued sucking him, desperate to
make him happy, to fulfill him.  All the time I massaged his buttocks,
kneading them in both my hands and propelling him forward to my mouth
even as he pulled on my head.

He came powerfully - the most explosive dry-cum I had known him to have,
and he fell backwards onto the bed.  I knelt over him, spent, and my own
erection subsided due to my sudden exhaustion.  At last I released my
grip on his butt and slipped my hands out from under him.

Ryan sat up a moment later.  I expected the usual look of blissful
satisfaction on his face, but instead he was unmistakably annoyed.  He
got right to the point:  "Why won't you spank me anymore?"

I was hard put to it to come up with an answer all the sudden, and I
mumbled, "Well, you know, Ryan, we do so many things together.  I - we -
you don't really need me to spank you."  It was a lame non-answer, and
we both knew it.

"You get off on spanking me.  You said so yourself.  The first time I
sucked you you had a big boner and you said it was from paddling me.
I've felt you get hard when I'm over your lap.  So why all the sudden
won't you touch my butt?  I like it too."  The last was said in a tiny,
wheedling voice.  He was asking me to restore the first, special
privilege of our summer dalliance.  It was as though, having gotten him
into bed, I refused to send flowers any more.

My mouth opened and closed twice before I could make a sound.  I cast
about for a reasonable explanation, but there was none.  I couldn't tell
him the truth - that I had enjoyed hurting him and had momentarily
wondered what it would be like to beat him savagely.  I couldn't say
that, but I had to give him a reasonably true answer.  "It just seems -
different - ever since last week."  He looked back at me blankly.  "I
just don't know if it's such a good idea after I paddled you for
real."  That didn't really make much sense, but it was the best I could
do.

"But that was totally different!" he cried.  "I had that coming
anyway, and - and you had to paddle me like that.  It doesn't mean you
can't - you know -" and he made a cute little spanking gesture.

I sighed.  I had no answer I was prepared to give, so I pulled the naked
boy to me and hugged him.  "It kind of does mean that I can't.  I
can't explain it either, but, well, things are different."

Ryan was disappointed, but I held him for a while, and I kissed him, and
he appeared to let it go.  That night, however, I repeatedly replayed the
moment when I had walked into my bedroom and seen him, naked and waiting
for a spanking, his beautiful bottom pushed up on my sheets.  My mind
could not let go of the idea of spanking him, even as my determination
remained firm.  My feelings for Ryan had become a snarl that I couldn't
untangle.

Ryan, however, saw no need to untangle them.  Instead, he cut right
through them.

Two nights after our not-so-frank discussion, Ryan was scheduled to spend
another night at my house.  In spite of everything, I was brimming with
anticipation.  The boy had sucked me twice the day before, and I was
looking forward to an uninterrupted night with him.  The last time he had
slept in my bed, and I saw no reason he shouldn't spend another night
there, but this time we wouldn't sleep quite as much.

When Ryan came by that morning we hung out for a while and played
monopoly, but I sent him back to his house at noon so that he could spend
some time with his mom.  He arrived back at my house promptly at 4, and I
took him out to see a movie.  We went from the movie to a pizza place,
thoroughly enjoying each other's company but without the possibility of
sex.  I intended for us to both be charged up when bedtime came.

When we got back to the house, Ryan told me he wanted to take a shower.
That surprised me a bit, but of course I agreed.  I listened to the water
and imagined it running down over his naked body.  I couldn't see any
reason to delay any longer, so I went about getting ready for bed.  I
used the downstairs toilet, locked up the house, and went upstairs to my
room.  The water had stopped, and I trembled to think that Ryan would
soon be with me again.  I kicked off my shorts and put on a fresh tee
shirt, then sat back on the bed and waited.  I watched my cock jump under
my boxers as I listened to the boy knocking around in my bedroom.  Then I
heard the bathroom door open.

I held my breath as his footsteps shuffled through the hallway, searching
for me.  Then he stepped into my room.  He had put on one of my robes - a
heavy one I only used in winter.   He had disappeared entirely into it;
only his thin, elfin face showed above it.  His longish sandy hair was
plastered in a damp tangle about his face, but a shimmering light seemed
to beam from his piercing blue eyes.  He smiled at me, making full use of
his pretty red lips, and then he spread his arms, and the robe dropped.

He was naked underneath, and I drank in the sight of his slender body.
He lowered his thin arms, and I gazed over his chest, at his cute little
nipples, and then down to his belly button and beyond.  His waist tapered
down to an incredibly small diameter before flaring out over his hips.
His cock hung half-limply to one side.  His thighs were just a trifle
more developed than his upper body, and my eyes ran thirstily down them
and past his knees to where his bare toes curled in the carpet.

I smiled back warmly and held my arms out in invitation.  Ryan climbed
slowly onto the foot of my bed and crawled forward on hands and knees, up
over my legs, until our faces touched.  He kissed me, and I wrapped my
arms around him, holding him tightly and drinking in his tongue and his
love.  He returned my kiss passionately for a minute, then extricated
himself from my embrace.  I reached for his cock, but he pushed my hand
aside and knelt to one side of me.  Then he smiled again before
stretching himself across my lap.  I stared down at the glorious, sexy
butt across my lap.  His cheeks parted a bit and I had a partial view of
his butt hole.  I could feel his cock growing fully erect; in fact, it
was pressing against my own.

I gasped, trying to start breathing again.  The boy was so beautiful in
every way, and he was so vulnerable, and he was offering himself totally
to me, and he was mine, and. . .  Without any conscious impulse my hands
were moving over him.  My left hand brushed against the back of his neck,
and he turned his head on the mattress, looking up at me with an
encouraging smile.  I gently caressed his cheek.  Meanwhile, my right
hand was sliding up along his near leg, and it crept up over the curve of
his bottom, coming to rest there.  My hand was on his butt again, and it
felt incredibly good.

"Spank me," he whispered.  I shook my head and whispered something
indistinguishable, but he answered back more urgently, "Spank me!"  He
sounded like he was almost crying, desperate for my touch.  His eyes were
squeezed shut against a flow of tears.  My mind seemed ready to explode.
I wanted to spank his pretty young bottom; I wanted it more than
anything.  What was more, he wanted it - was desperate for it.  I didn't
have a paddle in my hand - I couldn't really hurt him -

Again almost without thought I raised my hand and lightly slapped the
bottom over my lap.  It jiggled slightly, and the boy sighed
contentedly.  I raised my hand and slapped him lightly again, but this
time he tensed and looked irritated.  He opened his eyes and glared at
me, snapping out in a husky voice, "C'mon, SPANK ME!"  I raised my
hand and brought it down hard, cracking it across both butt cheeks.
Ryan's eyes popped open in surprise, and then he smiled and turned his
face to the mattress.  Blood rushed through my cock.  I spanked him
again, and then again.  His cheeks were turning pink, and he was
beginning to buck up and down on my lap like he had so many times
before.  I gripped his thin waist with my left hand, holding him down as
I slapped him harder and harder.  I was suddenly released from the
tension and fear of the last week, and spanking my boy's ass felt better
than it ever had before.  Ryan began to moan and cry out, and his cock
twitched against mine.  I recognized that twitching from the times I had
given him blow jobs, and I intensified my spanking, knowing that he was
close to ecstasy.  The boy began to buck up and down even more fiercely,
and then he let out a victorious howl.  I stopped slapping him and he
fell across me, fully spent.  The tears came then, but they were happy,
joyous tears.

Ryan climbed weakly off my lap and fell into my arms.  I lay down next to
him and held him in a full, frontal embrace..  My cock was still hard
against his stomach as we wrapped our arms around each other.  We kissed
again - a long, wet, sloppy kiss that went on and on as we rolled about
in the bed.  The boy's cock sprung back to life with the untamable
vibrancy of youth, and our sexual organs slid freely across one another
as we continued to suck on each other's tongues.  My hands moved down to
cup his buttocks, rubbing them as gently as I could manage to remove the
sting.  He groaned as I did, driving his little cock against me in rhythm
with my rubbing.

Suddenly he pulled his face away from mine and looked on me with
desperate desire once again.  "Kent, will you - I want you to do me -
you know - in the butt."

I sat back in shock and let go of the boy..  Of course I had fantasized
about fucking Ryan, just as I had imagined myself mounting every boy who
had ever bent over for my paddle at school, as well as most of those who
walked through the door of my classroom.  But it had been the fantasy I
imagined I would never under any circumstances indulge.  It was the act
that I had thought of as necessarily abusive.  Somehow, though, this
little, freshly-spanked boy made me think twice about that.  I had given
in to him once, and I might do so again.  He obviously wanted to give
himself to me completely, and he had rightly guessed that this was the
way to do so.

"Are you sure, buddy?"  I asked.  "Even if it hurts?"

Ryan laughed at me.  "And that spanking you just gave me didn't
hurt?"  I joined his laughter.  "Seriously," he said, "I want you to
do it.  I've wanted it for a while.

I saw no reason to continue the discussion any further.  My cock was
answering for me; I hadn't known it was possible for it to be so hard.
I rummaged in my bedside stand and came up with some hand lotion.
Putting the bottle next to me, I resumed my sitting position at the head
of the bed and ordered Ryan to lie across my lap once more.

This time I looked down at flaming-red butt-cheeks which were no less
pretty than they had been before.  I squirted some lotion on my hands and
began to rub it into the boy's cheeks.  He shivered at the cold
sensation, but he settled down again and enjoyed the sensuous massage.  I
rubbed lotion all over his bottom, cooling the effects of the recent
spanking.  Then I began to run my fingers along the inside of his crack,
back and forth over his hole.  Once again our cocks were poking past each
other, and Ryan began to make strangled noises as I tickled his anus.
Slowly I began to work the lotion inside him.  I was fascinated by the
feel of his muscles clenching and releasing around my finger as I worked
it deeper and deeper inside him.  Ryan began to strain against my lap,
and I felt another climax coming on.  I stopped wriggling my finger and
waited for him to calm down, not wanting him to loose any of his ardor.

When I thought he was sufficiently lubricated I got up to take off my tee
shirt and boxers.  Ryan lay on his tummy on the bed, head turned towards
me and smiling.  I knelt next to him and reached over him for the lotion
so that I could lubricate my cock.  He laughed as I rubbed my own cock
and made a wisecrack about "jacking off."  That brought him a slap on
the rear, to which he responded by pushing his bottom up higher.

I bent over him and grabbed his waist, pulling his hips up.  I got him up
on his knees, with his head still down on the mattress.  I crawled around
behind him and shuffled up close.  His bottom was swaying back and forth,
inviting me in.  I one hand around each cheek, massaging him again, then
took my cock and placed the head against his hole.  Ryan gasped as I
pushed into him.  I went slowly, steadying my cock with one hand until I
was halfway in.  He began to moan and push back against me.  I reached up
and grabbed him with both hands.  My hands nearly encircled his waist,
and I held him tight while I rammed the rest of my shaft into his
bottom.  He cried out and started shouting, "Yes!  Yes! Yes!"

I pushed my whole weight against him and he collapsed against the
mattress.  He was lying spread-eagle now, and my cock was buried in his
ass all the way to the roots.  I wrapped my arms around him, wanted to
hold him tightly.  My hands sought out his nipples, tickling and pinching
them.  I kissed his ear and playfully nipped at the back of his neck and
shoulders.  Every action made him writhe beneath me as he ground his hard
cock against the mattress while his anal muscles gripped my cock almost
painfully.  I lifted myself up and pulled my cock partway out, then drove
it down into his cute butt again.  I began to fuck him like a
pile-driver, and my moans and screams mingled with his until at last I
exploded inside him, shooting my seed deep into his bowels.

We lay panting together until the air was cool on our sweat-slicked
bodies.  Then I rolled to one side and Ryan turned toward me.  He smiled
weakly at me and I kissed him gently.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"No, thank you," he said, and he closed his eyes and cuddled with the
man who loved him.

THE END