Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2003 11:06:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew McKendrie Subject: The Matthew McKendrie Chronicals: Chapter 1 Matt and Jay get Spanked The following is a work of fiction. All characters, regardless of internal or external dialogue, are over 18 and fully consenting adults. All work is copyright of the author and no use other than personal is allowed. The Matthew McKendrie Chronicles Chapter 1 - Matt and Jay Get Spanked I knew that my best friend still got spankings from his dad. I knew this because he was my best friend and we knew everything about each other. I also knew this because I had seen it on more than one occasion. Mr. Kline's Big Black Belt hung in a place of semi-prominence in the kitchen, beside the refrigerator. Being seventeen is bad enough. We always seem to be in trouble with someone about something and it seldom makes sense. But for Jay, that's my buddy's name, it was made all the worse since he could expect a dose of the Big Black Belt for almost any transgression. The funny thing is that Jay and his dad are like best friends, too. In fact, I get kind of jealous when we're all hanging out in the Rec. Room in their basement, because if Mr. Kline is there, I'm kind of like a third wheel. Mr. Kline is a big man - big like 6'3 and 250 lb. - who used to play a little football in a semi-pro league in the 70's. He looked like you would expect. Broad shoulders and barrel chest, impossibly narrow waist and hips with tree trunks for legs. He was, of all things, a CPA. A good one, too. Everybody in my town, my small Ohio town, used Kline and Kline for their taxes. The second Kline was Jay. He knew it, he accepted it, and he even seemed to look forward to it. Me, I'm not sure what I want to be. My dad split when I was seven and Mom worked in the only big company in town as a secretary. We aren't poor since dad is a lawyer up in Cincinnati and has always paid his alimony and child support on time. That, along with Mom's paycheck and the minimum wage Mr. Kline pays both Jay and I for data entry keep us in the house next door to the Kline's in the one sub- division in town. The data we input, while interesting, is so privileged that Jay won't even talk to me about it. The first time I tried he shifted uncomfortably in his chair like he could feel the Big Black Belt right there and then. Jay is a shortstop on the school baseball team. He's good, but it isn't going to get him any money for college. At 5'11 and 180 he is built like a brick shit house. Cut, with a full six pack and the finest looking ass in southeast Ohio, I have always wanted him. But he's my best friend, knows I want him and has been very careful to explain why this will never happen. He's cool with who I am and has even made it clear that anyone who fucked with me was fucking with him, too. I'm only 5'7 and 140, not built, more cute than cut, not skinny but no extra flab either. I'm blond while Jay has very obvious European Jewish heritage. We've been friends since before first grade and have never had reason to change. I guess the first time I really had reason to be concerned about Mr. Kline's Big Black Belt (that's what Jay calls it - the Big Black Belt - it even sounds capitalized) was about a week ago. Mom is in San Francisco for a two-month training course that her company is paying for. It could get her a great promotion from Secretary to Manager of the Marketing Support Department. Since I am 17 she decided I didn't have to go stay with dad, but she wasn't about to let me have full run of the house for 2 months. It was decided that I would watch the house, but stay with the Kline family. Since we were coming up on the end of the second semester of our junior year there was plenty of stuff to keep us busy. Since the Kline's are Jewish and I'm not - we are Episcopal - Mr. Kline decided that it would be good for his son to learn about other cultures and would attend church with me on Sundays instead of going to Synagogue for the time I was a guest in their house. Needless to say, Jay and I blew off church the very first Sunday, instead going to the park and enjoying a nice Spring Morning. We were stretched out on the Green; shirts off and pants rolled up, when we heard the twig break. "I thought this is where I'd find you two", Mr. Kline's very distinctive growl jarred any thoughts of reverie right out of both our heads. "Matthew, your Mother said you were to attend church every Sunday. Jay - son I am very disappointed in you. I thought you would jump at the chance to explore other faiths. But it looks like I was wrong. Both of you - in the car". Jay was up and buttoning his shirt before his Dad finished speaking. I couldn't help notice his face flushed full red and I could tell he didn't like where this was heading. I was a step behind Jay. Mr. Kline didn't say another word as he drove us home. I started to speak but Jay gave me a look that said if I didn't shut up he'd shut me up. We never fought, mostly because I knew Jay could take me in heartbeat. When we got home Jay got out of the car first and walked right through the house to the Kitchen. I followed, figuring that we were going to have lunch. When we got there I was shocked when he walked right over to the fridge and got the Big Black Belt of its hook and laid it on the kitchen table. His fourteen- year-old sister was in the room and when she saw what he had done she let out a little giggle and scooted right out. When Mr. Kline entered the room he was rolling up his shirtsleeves. "Jay, I'm disappointed in you son. You know how your Mother and I feel about lying and that is what you did when you left this house telling us one thing but doing another. Get ready". Jay reached down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his 501s, slid them down to his knees and followed them with his briefs. I was scared, like I always was when I witnessed this Father/Son ritual, but also a bit jealous that they had this bond between them that no one questioned. Mr. Kline said do it and Jay just did. No argument, no pleading no nothing. He accepted that he had done wrong and his Father was going to punish him for it. When it was over - it was over. My best friend's five-inch long cock also transfixed me, dangling in front of his perfect nuts. It had a slight upward curve - nerves I guess - and the head looked incredible, just enormous compared to the shaft. I was broken from my trance when Mr. Kline picked up the belt and turned to me instead of Jay. "Matthew, you have always been a welcome guest in this house. I know you are aware of what is about to happen to my son and I think you know what you need to do to make this right, as well". I started to think about what he was saying, but I before I could even fathom the meaning of his words I felt my own hands going to my belt and opening my pants. Seconds later I was standing next to Jay with my own three incher starting to fill with blood and my own small ass ready to be offered up for a blistering. I looked at Jay and he just nodded approval. We had never shared this part of our lives, and it somehow seemed right that we should have. "Very good, Matthew. You show yourself to be a man when you accept responsibility for your actions". Mr. Kline walked up behind us and placed his hand on Jay's back. Jay slowly lay across the end of the Kitchen table. I closed my eyes and waited for the first crack. It didn't take long. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The first three licks landed in rapid succession, causing Jay's ass to surge and ebb. He held his place but let out a small yelp. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Three more landed, a little lower on his bubble butt, causing Jay to drive his hips into the table edge. He cried out this time, almost a pleading sound in his vocalization. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The final three were placed on Jay's upper legs, below his ass. These must have hurt the most since Jay let loose with a long cry that seemed to catch in his throat. When Mr. Kline touched his back, Jay stood up and I could see tears running down his face. I looked down to see his dick had stopped bobbing and gone completely flaccid. His balls had also drawn up close to his body. He turned to his Dad and hugged him hard. He was crying now and saying he was sorry for disappointing him. Mr. Kline then kissed Jay full on the mouth and ran his hand through his son's hair. "Just remember I love you son. I will do what ever it takes to help you become a better man". Mr. Kline let his son go and Jay half stepped half waddled back a couple of paces and stood there. Both hands were behind his back rubbing his sore ass. As he looked at me I realized for the first time that my partial erection had blown up to a full fledged hard on - five inches a frightened boy dick pointing straight up in front of my tee shirt like it was glued in place. Through his tears, Jay smiled - odd but not out of place. Mr. Kline came over to me and I know he saw my boner, but he simply put his hand on my back and guided my down across the table. Seventeen and about to receive my first ever spanking, I was shaking and embarrassed, apprehensive but also ready to submit. "Matthew, I know you don't get this type of discipline, but it is how we keep the balance in this house. Since I consider you a part of this family - always have - it is time you learned what comes from lies and deceit. I love you son". It was the first time he had ever called me son. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Whatever I had been expecting the first three licks were nothing short of an explosion, starting in my small ass cheeks and driving a straight line up my back to my brain. I started to rise, a howl of terror and fear escaping. But Mr. Kline held me in place with his left hand. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Three more blows, placed directly over the first, rained down on the center of my tiny target. The second set seemed to numb at first, but then traveled the same rout as the first. I did not believe the searing sensation in my ass, and the tears already made a small puddle on the table under my chin. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Just like Jay's, my final set hit on the backs of my thighs. These three licks caused the most intense pain I had ever felt. I stood up in a flash and rubbed my poor little ass for all I was worth. I knew I was crying - blubbering was more like it - but I didn't care. It hurt. Mr. Kline came up to me and took me in a bear hug. I noticed the roughness of his jeans, as I became aware that my dick had not lost a bit of its rigidity. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me, gently but in a fatherly way, on the mouth. "I love you Matthew". He returned the Big Black Belt back on its hook and walked out of the room. I looked over at Jay, his pants and briefs still around his ankles. His dick was now at full staff - grown to seven inches and the shaft now much thicker - his balls being pulled up by the lift. He was smiling again. What now? Send suggestions to stonehousellc@yahoo.com