Gay spanking stories

You may keep an electronic copy for your own use, but please do not post my work anywhere else or publish in any way. The adage ‘My Way or the Highway’ might have been coined with him in mind. It was a furious assault of slaps covering all of the eighteen-year-old’s bottom. Our bottoms were red, but it wouldn’t be true to say they were too sore.

So that’s my story: the first time I was spanked.

Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos. We stood heads bowed, hands behind our backs, every inch the posture of a couple of naughty children.

Uncle Ray sat himself on the sofa. If that is not you, I understand 100%, I respect that, and I invite you to pursue whatever reading you enjoy.
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His word was law.

So, when Don and I stayed out late (taking pills and trying to pick up girls) and rolled home at two in the morning, it set Uncle Ray off. His face flushed as he stepped towards his dad. When he was standing in front of him, he undid the button on his jeans. The cane was still used in school, the headmaster at my grammar wasn’t afraid to whack a few backsides now and again and I guess some dads took the belt or a slipper or whatnot to their naughty sons now and again.

I was to find out that Uncle Ray was one of those dads.

Aunt Doris put on her coat and picked up her shopping basket and left the house.

and the ….. ‘Get a move on,’ Uncle Ray growled. They may be trapped and lagely immobile , but the one part they could move were their sharp jaws with which they ferociously attacked every inch of Jordan’s poor bottom.

A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared.

It took a moment for the powder to take effect, and then, suddenly, Jordan became aware of the most extreme and infuriating itching sensation he had ever experienced. “We are going to have some fun with you!” he growled

The swimming pool was next to a derelict building, which had once been a sports centre, where Bruno carried the struggling and protesting Jordan, followed by a broadly grinning Dewey and Sammy.

Once inside what had once been the old locker room of the centre, Bruno tied Jordan’s wrists to an exposed beam, forcing him to stand on Tip toe.

So someone, either the Ranger or Harley must have been in on the plan.

Jordan did not have time to think any more about the set up as he other things to concentrate on, around forty very small but very ferocious things, as Bruno stepped forward, tugged at the waist band of his blue speedos, and tipped the angry contents of the jar into the gap, shaking the jar firmly to ensure every ant fell in, before allowing the tight lycra to snap back into place with all the ants trapped between it and the tender still wildly itching surface of Jordan’s bottom.

Unlike the itching powder, the ants took no time in making their presence known.

Uncle Ray whacked his heavy hand across each cheek in turn, then aimed at the top of the hills and then below. My bum was warming up splendidly.

I’d never been spanked and had no idea what it was supposed to feel like. Well lets see how you like them when we play them on you.”

“Remember that itching powder you put in the kids clothes while they were in the shower?” he continued “Well we’ve got a different brand … this one is extra strong itching powder” he held up a small bag while tossing a similar bag of white powder to Sammy.

“It says ‘Worse that a cartload of fleas’ on the packet!” giggled Sammy

“Well you are about to find out if that is true!” sneered Dewey as he pulled at the waist band of Jordan’s speedos creating a gap at the back enabling him to sprinkle the contents of the itching powder package over the cheeks of Jordan’s exposed backside, ensuring at least half the powder went down the tight crack between the cheeks.

Meanwhile, Sammy did the same to the front of the speedos, tipping the contents of his bag over Jordan’s cock and balls.

As I said, Uncle Ray and Aunt Doris didn’t live close to me so I saw them rarely.

Don and me were chalk and cheese.

This was men’s stuff and nobody wanted to subject a sensitive woman to what was about to happen.

Uncle Ray didn’t say too much.