Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2019 19:41:00 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Spanked Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) Spanked Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. I especially caution against erotic spanking, since it can get out of hand. Still, fantasizing about it can be very stimulating. Thus, this story. One – Caught! Mario Spermino and his co-conspirator, Connor McGusher, had gone too far this time. And everyone in school agreed. Minor pranks by the eleven-year-old, budding felons were looked upon as spirited boys having good fun. But rigging the toilets so that legions of frogs would emerge during lunch recess was too much! The "nuclear option" was rarely invoked at Reamer Middle School, but that time it was totally appropriate. The two offenders were to be SPANKED! NAKED!! By the school's vice principal/disciplinarian, Mr. Swatbum. The school's bylaws allowed for the over-the-knee-only-bum-exposed spankings for serious offenses of discipline. For horrendous offenses, naked spankings were called for. Usually to be held in the school auditorium with the full school in attendance. But even Mr. Swatbum nixed that draconian notion. Still, he brought it up when he first notified the boys of their punishment. "I have the right to spank you naked in front of everyone at the school – boys, girls, teachers, staff. And should you sin again even in a small way, that will happen." At that early time, the two wrongdoers thought a pardon was a certainty. So they yucked it up right there. In front of Mr. Swatbum. Who told them that the punishment was to be six on the bum, but strokes could be added for further misbehavior or failure to show remorse. Remorse was not the kind of behavior they were exhibiting right then. "Go ahead and try to touch us, Mr. Swatbum," Mario said. "My Daddy is a lawyer and he'll sue you for everything." That proved to be far from the case. And Mr. Swatbum added a half dozen to each scoundrel's sentence right then. Soon after that initial bravado, jocularity disappeared from the two evolving criminals' cocky personalities as they saw that punishment would be meted out. They became sniveling little beggars. Appealing to their parents to get them pardoned. No luck there. Their moms and daddies were delighted that the miscreants were being brought to task. They appealed to the school board, who at the time was wrestling with the pricey issue of frog removal and not interested in assisting the perpetrators. They even tried an appeal to the governor, who, truth be told, secretly wished that he were the one "administering justice." Two – Spanked!! Punishment day and time arrived. The sobbing, pleading, falsely remorseful boys were led into Mr. Swatbum's office by their daddies, Mr. Spermino and Mr. McGusher. Who had been looking forward to taking the two down like that for a long time. The wise school included the fathers, since their participation almost guaranteed that the school would have no legal liability. Connor's Daddy shook him and said, "You're at a dozen swats each now. Take it like men and you won't get more. Now get those clothes off. Both of you." The boys stopped pleading and limited their wimpy display to whimpering and moaning. But they began begging again when they had stripped to their underpants and Mr. Swatbum ordered them to remove those as well. "But then we'll be NAKED!" Connor sobbed. "That's what a naked spanking involves, young man," Mr. Swatbum said. Horror! Mario couldn't take his underpants off. He just couldn't. If he was naked, his Daddy, Mr. Swatbum, Connor's Daddy, and even Connor would see something Mario couldn't reveal. Mario was fiercely erect! Which was stupid, right? Not to mention gay, exhibitionistic, twisted, masochistic and, did I mention, gay! He didn't want to be spanked naked by a man while his bestie, Daddy and bestie's Daddy watched. But it made him ridiculously excited. Unbeknownst to Mario, Connor was going through the same thought progressions, since his own penis was also achingly stiff. Mr. Swatbum gave the lads a menacing enough look that they finally stripped starkers. Which drew a soft gasp from Mr. Swatbum and the daddies. The two likely future-inmates were quite beautiful naked. Stunning really. With creamy skin, exquisitely large and puffy nipples, and pretty legs and toes. Not to mention their asses, which we will mention soon enough. Their faces, despite the anguish and pitiful tears, were also beautiful. The daddies had been so angry at their sons' antics over the years that they had never recognized the young beauties' assets. But the true gasps occurred when the men's brains finished processing nude beauty and saw that said demonic angels were ridiculously erect. What did that mean? Were they young masochists? No. They had fought too hard to avoid this punishment. Were they exhibitionists? Unlikely, since neither Daddy had seen his son nude since the boys started bathing themselves five years earlier. Were they {gasp!] GAY!?!?!? Better they should be exhibitionistic masochists, right? Gay? No way. It must be something else. Mario and Connor were a bit surprised at the men's reactions. Were Mr. Swatbum and the daddies gay? The boys certainly hoped not. They had enough on their minds trying to process why they were rampant. Mr. Swatbum rudely interrupted their trains of thought. Which with those lads was never really an express train anyway. "Here are the rules. Each convict, in turn will bend over and place his torso on this desk. When I order it, you will raise up on your toes to present your bum for justice. After each stroke, you will call out the count: `One, sir,' and so on. I will administer three strokes at a time to each offender. At the moment, you each have 12 strokes coming. More will be added if you resist or mouth off. I will use this paddle, which is a relatively mild punishment. And I will hit hard. I have also asked your long-suffering fathers to administer three strokes each and they eagerly agreed. Not because they don't love you. Because they love you enough to change your behavior. Questions?" The sobbing boys managed to mutter, "No, sir." And the punishment began. Mario was in position. Connor stood behind him – a look of horror on his face. Daddies behind Mr. Swatbum. Mr. Swatbum said, "On your toes, Mario." The boy complied. Mr. Swatbum reared back and STRUCK Mario's bum with gale force! ! The pain!!! A deep scream formed in Mario's throat and only came out seconds later. How would he ever endure eleven more of those? Oh, how he wished he and Connor hadn't mouthed off in Mr. Swatbum's office that day. Or done the frog thing. He wanted it all to be over. But Mr. Swatbum was waiting for something. Oh! "One, sir!" the boy sobbed. Meanwhile, Connor was shuddering with fear. That sounded really awful. And Connor still had all 12 of his to go. To assess the damage, Connor forced himself to look at the effect of one mega-swat on Mario's bum. Oh! Mario's plump cheeks were getting pink. Rosy almost. Connor was looking at his imminent future. But he was also looking at an incredibly lovely set of bum cheeks. And [gasp] a visible, pretty, little bag of balls dangling saucily as Mario sobbed and quivered. Connor said "STOP" to himself. Now was not the time to admire his bestie's ass assets. Never would be a good time. But his cock didn't think so. When Mr. Swatbum administered swat number two, Connor's overheated libido exploded. He cried out just as Mario did and HURLED six thick ropes of cum from his agitated testicles. Maybe the men heard Mario scream as he was hit on number two and didn't hear or see Connor doing a fatally gay thing just then. Maybe the Israelis and Palestinians will hammer out that two-state solution thing soon. They heard. And they saw. Mr. McGusher almost creamed his own pants at the sight of his son's "boy's time." Mario was the only one who missed it. He just said "Two, sir" and waited for the next swat. It came. Which meant that Connor was now in the center ring. Mario said "Three sir." And Mr. Swatbum had him switch places with Connor. Who by that time had completely confused humiliation, pain, pleasure, nudity and heterosexuality. Figuring an appeal was fruitless, Connor decided to be the proud soldier. Not even acknowledging the swats. Until Mr. Swatbum set his ass on fire with hits one through three. Had he heard Mario cry out as Connor was being whipped? Was that empathy for Connor, fear of his next nine or...? Had Mario spunked too? It appears he had. Mario, Connor, Mr. Spermino and Mr. McGusher were confused. Mr. Swatbum was delighted. Not every boy enjoys being naked in front of men. These two did. So Mr. Swatbum's agenda after the 24th swat of the day would work out well. It was time for Mario to get back in the saddle. Which he did. And survived. As did Connor. They were halfway through. It occurred to Mario and Connor that they would be finished now had they not been smart asses in Mr. Swatbum's office. Mario made one last try for a reprieve. "Please sir, we've learned our lesson. Could we please stop now?" Mr. Swatbum looked at Mr. Spermino and Mr. McGusher, who looked panicked that they wouldn't get their swats. No chance of that. "Your lesson will be fully learned six swats for each of you from now. Back on the table, Mario." Mario assumed the position and got up on his toes. His Daddy. His loving Daddy, was behind Mario with paddle in hand. Well, Mario thought, at least these next three will be mild. WHAM!!! What just happened? Mario's loving Daddy had just tripled the pain of one of Mr. Swatbum's swats. Mr. Spermino, it seems, had had more than enough of Mario's antics over the years. The worst of it all was that his wife blamed Mr. Spermino for Mario's misbehavior. So he hadn't had any pussy in several months of Sundays. It appeared that this naked spanking thing was going to work wonders for the boy's attitudes. So Mr. Spermino was happy about that. It didn't please him to be physically abusive with his son, but it was the right thing to do. The perplexing thing was the element of sexual heat in that room with three men and two boys. Mr. Spermino's cock was ripping his pants and he couldn't hide it. Mr. Swatbum and Mr. McGusher were in a similar state. And, omigosh, both boys had already orgasmed from being spanked Why was that so exciting to them? And why was he getting so achingly excited from looking at their naked bodies? Their amazingly beautiful, sexually aroused, naked bodies. Back to work. Mr. Spermino administered the last of his swats, followed by Mr. McGusher and two rounds by Mr. Swatbum. It was over. Now what. The boys' bums felt torched! They were crying and wailing until Mr. Swatbum made an announcement. "Carlton Spermbutt, Nobel prize winner and inventor of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, Slickyboy Masturbation Cream and other fine products has a product called ApresSpank. "After a well-deserved spanking where the recipient acts honorably, which you boys did, the recipients are given careful attention with ApresSpank. I will be giving a bottle each to your daddies for when you come home later this afternoon. I will administer the first dosage, followed by a cool-down period before I send you home. Here you are, gentlemen." And off the daddies went, ApresSpank in hand. No way were they going to make it home in their condition. Mr. Spermino had driven so they piled into his car. By unspoken consent, they headed for the local forest preserve, parked the car and walked hastily into the woods. Mr. McGusher dropped his pants first. Mr. Spermino was seconds behind. Their assaulted libidos had engendered monstrous blue balls. Time to change that. They skinned and tugged their way halfway to pleasure when Mr. McGusher made a brilliant suggestion. "Let's help each other out." Done! The men stood facing each other, rubbing peeholes as they skinned their knobs. Mr. Spermino shot his hot goo onto Mr. McGusher's stiffie and Mr. McGusher followed forthwith. It was glorious. But only the beginning. "I've never been so excited in.." Mr. McGusher said. Oh my! Mr. Spermino had dropped to his knees and had Mr. McGusher's cum-covered knob in his mouth. Pulling back the skin to get all the shy bits out. It was a lovely afternoon for two men who deserved a break. Three – ApresSpank Mario and Connor weren't happy that their daddies had left them alone with Mr. Swatbum. He was their tormentor, wasn't he? But hey. So were their daddies. Connor was looking around for their clothes. Just looking for a way out of there. When he saw... Mr. Swatbum was rubbing some stuff from that ApresSpank bottle all over Mario's bum cheeks. And Mario was practically purring. Maybe Connor didn't need his clothes right away. OMG! That ApresSpank stuff felt amazing and so did Mr. Swatbum's hand! "Does that feel good, young Mario?" the reformed monster asked. "Oh, yes sir. Please don't stop." Mr. Swatbum did not. He increased the area of soothing salve application to include the inner folds of the bum cheeks, even though those areas had not been paddled. Mario didn't mind. Connor didn't mind watching, but was growing impatient for his turn. Mr. Swatbum's salved fingers imparted major pleasure to the inner parts of Mario's bum cheeks, but he was avoiding the anus. Mario wanted Mr. Swatbum to rub AperesSpank on his anus, but was ashamed to ask. Mr. Swatbum must have been telepathic or something because he began a number of finger passes over the boy's aching anus. Making it feel so good. And making his cock ridiculously aroused. And then it happened. Mr. Swatbum slid his middle finger into Mario's bumhole. His bumhole! Mario yelped. With pleasure. Not pain. The man found "it." You know what "it" is. Mario's boy's place. His prostate. Mario's eyes rolled back. He screamed. And shot his sperm... wait. Someone's mouth... Connor's mouth was on Mario's cock as it spermed. Capturing all of Mario's creamy delights before they hit the floor like last time. My work here is done, Mr. Swatbum said to himself. "You have the room for an hour of `cool-down,' gentlemen. Help each other apply the ApresSpank. Use it all if you wish. Enjoy." So there they were. Mario and Connor. Naked. Alone. In a private place where no one would bother them. With ample lubrication. And an ample shift in their world views. Mario was still a little startled that his bestie had just capped his knob and swallowed his sperm. But they WERE besties. And they did deserve something nice after that horrible spanking. Which turned out to be not completely horrible. "Let me help soothe that red bum of yours, Connor," Mario said. The soothing was very nice. Especially when Mario soothed Connor's cock and balls with a soft hand anointed with ApresSpank. He made a good effort to find Connor's prostate, but just the penile massage and insertion of fingers in the anus were enough to send Connor on an interstellar mission. Connor proposed a 69. Mario accepted eagerly. The hour passed quite pleasantly. Mr. Swatbum returned precisely on time and did not appear shocked to see the boys on his couch still nude, kissing and cock-stroking. Bodies caked with sperm. The nuclear option is invoked rarely, but it is always a catalyst for good change. Mr. Swatbum set to work to join in the fun. Stripping down to a nice nude. Then joining the boys on the couch. They sat, one on each man-thigh. Bottoms healed via the ApresSpank. Kissing the man and stroking his big cock. Mario moved quickly downward, kneeling to swallow Mr. Swatbum's knob. This was why Mr. Swatbum took a job as a middle school vice principal. And he was enjoying all its benefits. Four – A New Leaf in the Home By pre-arrangement with Mr. Spermino and Mr. McGusher, Mr. Swatbum dropped Mario and Connor off at Mr. Spermino's house. Mrs. McGusher and Mrs. Spermino were enjoying a "no questions asked" evening and night with each other. And perhaps other human beings. We'll never know because it was "no questions asked." The daddies were worried that the boys would be standoffish and angry at them. No way. Mr. Swatbum had told the boys that their daddies were planning on FUCKING them later that evening. But only if the boys wanted to. They wanted to!!! Sex was awesome! Way better than pranks. And it appeared that Mario and Connor could get all the sex they wanted. And they wanted a lot. Mr. Swatbum, whom Mr. Spermino and Mr. McGusher were prepared to nominate for Educator of the Year, had told the daddies when he dropped off the boys that the ApresSpank he had given them would no longer be required; though he recommended they save it should future domestic discipline be required. Instead, he gave them each large bottles of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and Slickyboy Masturbation Cream (a Spermbutt Industries product). Anal lubricant!! That made Mr. Spermino and Mr. McGusher tingle. The boys were extraordinarily "hot to trot," shedding their clothes even before Mr. Swatbum left. Would he be joining the fun? The boys were OK with that. The daddies were not. Mr. Swatbum left. Leaving clothed daddies and naked sons. Then it was naked daddies and naked sons. OK. Tally ho time! In a bow to avoidance of incest (at least for an hour or so) Mr. Spermino matched up with Connor and Mr. McGusher matched with Mario. Mr. McGusher held his bag of lotions in his left hand and Mario's hand in his right as he led the boy upstairs to the boy's bedroom. When asked later to describe the room, all Mr. McGusher could say was, "There was a lot of sperm." So we won't try that here. The bed was a double at least. Plenty big enough for some serious horizontal kissing and cock rubbing. Mmmmm. Naked kissing. Mmmmm, Mmmmm. Naked cock rubbing. Both man and boy saw that day as the beginning of their best possible lives. And life was getting better by the second. Mr. McGusher spent a lot of really well-spent time lavishing saliva on Mario's nipples. Mario surprised himself by enjoying nipple adoration as much as he did. So much to learn. But so much time to learn it. Mr. McGusher surprised himself by his next, totally unplanned move. He flipped young Mario onto his stomach, gently pulled him to the side of the bed, then knelt on the floor in perfect position to devour Mario's bumhole. Not just as a prelude to fucking the little, reformed rascal. As a two-way, deeply enjoyed entertainment of its own. Mr. McGusher gently separated Mario's bum cheeks with his thumbs. Enjoying the lovely sight of a lovely "wrinkle" on a lovely, anus-virginal boy. He extended his tongue and gave the pink/brown bullseye a small lick. Yum! The taste was pretty neutral, really. Mr. McGusher dug in more deeply. Oh. That was tastier. But the real flavor was in the boy's response. He thrashed without dislodging Mr. McGusher's tongue. A sure sign that he did NOT want to escape. He screamed in sexual heat. Then punctuated his devotion to analingus with a spunky, seven-strand orgasm. Which was not visible to Mr. McGusher at first, but there was no mistaking what had happened. The boy's Spider-Man comforter was drenched. As was Mario's pretty tummy. And he hadn't even been fucked yet. Mr. McGusher set out to move that along by limiting his appetizer to 17 delicious minutes. Then it was time for fingers and Spermbutt. Three fingers. Lots of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Lots more on Mr. McGusher's fat, long, thumping cock. Mr. McGusher hoped that his friend and new suck buddy, Mr. Spermino, had installed thick windows. When Mr. McGusher slid the whole "Big Seven" in, the lad screamed as if he were being axe murdered by a platoon of zombie axe-wielders. And the Army of the Dead. But he didn't try to dislodge Mr. McGusher. Or say the word every lover of sissyboys hates – "No!" A tear formed in Mr. McGusher's eye. There was good in these boys after all. They knew how to make a man happy. Even one who was disemboweling them. In accordance with sissyboy lore, the pain eased and the pleasure reached the stratosphere. For both lovers. Mario giggled when, 22 minutes into the first glorious fuck, Mr. McGusher made sounds like the ones Mario had heard from gorillas at the zoo. Wasn't it nice of Mr. McGusher to suck Mario off right after the man's penis was anally ejected? And wasn't it amazing when Mr. McGusher found the inner strength to give Mario a second fuck 12 minutes after the first one ended? Apparently, Mario reasoned, there was more fun to be had fucking than there was pranking. It was a lesson he never forgot. Nor did his many future "friends." [I hope you didn't think this was slap-dash. Or a bummer. Or "without a paddle." Or "below the belt." But remember, don't try this at home. Please let me know what you think at bc20002015@hotmail.com]