Mediation by Paddle ===================
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual
intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two adult
males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your
location, or you are not of legal age, don't read it.
REMARK This story picks up in the world set up by the stories
Spanking Party and Justin Returns. If you haven't read them, I
recommend them based on the feedback I've received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is
purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web in full.
Prologue --------
As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big
city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among
other S&M proclivities.
Now, every lawyer has probably heard of mediation, but few
probably mean quite what I mean in this context by it. Here, the
paddle settles the score by blistering butt.
My two "married" friends Dave and Rob frequently get into
protracted disputes. When they went to buy a car, it took a month
for them to just agree on a color and then Rob changed his mind at
the last minute.
Mediation became necessary.
By the time they finally purchased their pathetically
soccer-mom-esque blue Volvo wagon, both of them had gotten some
mediation at least once.
Thus far, I don't have many clients for this practice other than
Dave and Rob, but they've enjoyed it, mostly when the other is
getting it, but I've wondered about expanding it. But, maybe then
it might become too commercial.
How it all started ------------------
Now, for all I complain about Dave and Rob being joined at the
hip, my close circle, with Dave and Tom, acts collectively as a
creature of habit. Every Friday since we connected 5 odd years
ago, dinner out. Saturday dinner at my place, take in chinese.
Sunday, brunch.
Things have changed slightly in that pattern both over time and on
specific weekends. Over the years various boyfriends, and sex
partners, have sat at the table. When Rob came along, he soon
became a regular. And like Justin, I suspect even if Dave and Rob
broke up, Rob would keep coming.
Now, shortly after they met and became joined at the hip, I had
occasion to spend a whole day with Dave and Rob out at the Art
Museum.
It was a Monday holiday, and the Museum had a new gallery exhibit
on Picasso. Throughout the day, Dave and Rob bickered like little
children over whether to move to the suburbs or not. The argument
had become rather immature and had degraded with jabs being shot
across the bow constantly.
I stood in between them as we took the taped tour of the exhibit.
This did not deter the argument. As we walked from picture to
picture on the tape, one and then the other would get their side
in.
"Suburbs."
"City."
Well, you get the picture. I found the whole thing obnoxious. But,
I think in many ways they were also asking for my help in settling
the dispute. Now, personally, I would prefer to live in the city
so you may be wondering how they ended up in the suburbs. The
answer is that in mediation, of any sort, the mediator's
preferences aren't a trump card, rather the mediator is supposed
to seek the common ground.
I decided to invite them to my apartment for dinner midway through
the tape tour. I also decided that I would settle the dispute one
way or another. My cock throbbed, I hoped it was the other way.
Mediation ---------
By the time we got back to my apartment from the museum it was
late afternoon and the bickering had continued throughout the day.
I announced that I was going to settle this matter through
mediation.
They looked at me quizzically.
I sent each of them to a separate bedroom in my apartment.
I first went into the room Rob had entered and sat down with him
on the bed. We talked about his preferences, he wanted to get out
of the city. After about 30 minutes of discussion, I told him to
wait in the bedroom. He was in my dungeon bedroom and so he was
not eager to wait. I think he already knew at that point that I
was into S&M, but waiting in a room with a spanking horse and
paddles among other toys could be uncomfortable I'm sure.
Next, Dave and I talked. He had gotten antsy waiting and was
pacing the room. I sat him down on the bed and we talked about it.
He wanted to stay because he didn't want to lose his social life
with Tom and I. I told him to wait in the bedroom while I talked
to Rob some more.
I went and spoke to Rob about Dave's concerns and Rob agreed that
as a couple the two of them would maintain Dave's contacts with
Tom and I. Rob could not understand why Dave was concerned
about this since he was as much a part of the whole circle.
I went back to Dave, but he had changed his mind and didn't want
to move at all.
That was the moment I formed my resolve. Dave wasn't being
reasonable, if Rob agreed on any issue, Dave still wasn't willing
to move. I took Dave into the other room with Rob and pushed him
over the spanking horse.
He was not expecting that.
I began to spank him over his pants.
Rob sat silently afraid to intercede.
Dave complained, loudly, and I ignored his complaints. When he
moved his hands in the way, I tied them to the front of the
spanking horse. When he began kicking with his still free legs, I
took his pants off and restrained his legs.
Then I stopped for a minute. I told Rob he could either watch
while Dave got paddled or he could leave the room, either way I
announced, Dave was getting 30 of my best.
Dave screamed.
Rob smiled.
Rob did me one better though and dropped his trousers and shoved
his cock in Dave's mouth. I hadn't planned on that one, but after
a brief pause, I decided that it would make the punishment and
humiliation for Dave significantly more acute. Plus it had the
added bonus of making it clear to Dave that Rob's position had won
this round and changing his wasn't acceptable.
I went to the wall and selected my favorite paddle. A beautiful
wooden correcter. At 1/4" thick, 4" wide and a foot long, its
solid oak lets the spankee know who's the boss very rapidly.
While Rob forced Dave to suck cock, I began a painful spanking.
SWAT
SWAT
SWAT
SWAT
SWAT
I paused. Dave was in agony already. Rob was in ecstasy. And I was
rock hard inside my pants.
I took the moment to caress the reddening butt cheeks that my
paddle was working and squeeze the now hot flesh. Then I resumed
in sets of five.
SWAT
SWAT
SWAT
SWAT
SWAT
Each blow was distinct and hard. Dave's ass was mine. Rob shot his
load at this point and left his now softer cock and cum in Dave's
mouth. Dave attempted to cry but Rob rammed his groin tightly into
Dave's face. I was throwing a raging boner that I released from my
pants as I continued to beat Dave into a blistering crying baby.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
Twenty more of my best connected with his ass. Rob removed his
cock and Dave began to bawl. I released his restraints and put him
against the window for observation. His ass was blistered and red.
Rob looked very satisfied.
While he cried against the window, I sat on my spanking horse,
cock rock solid 8" and throbbing admiring my work. Rob was kind
enough to provide me a blow job as I watched his boyfriend cry
naked and exposed to the city.
Rob is not such a great cocksucker, but that worked in my favor
here. Twenty minutes after I finished beating his boyfriend sore
Rob was still sucking away at me and I was still enjoying blistered
butt. Dave was still in tears and seemed about to move away from
the window from embarrassment.
"Stay," I barked.
He did.
Finally Rob's efforts succeeded and I shot a massive load from my
huge low slung balls into his waiting mouth. Then he sat down next
to me to watch his crying boyfriend.
Out loud he thanked me for settling the matter and we kissed.
Dave cried.
We must have watched Dave for several hours before he was ready to
leave the corner and come sit on my hard dining room chairs for
dinner. Ouch! did that smart.
By next week they had found their new suburban house and were set
to move in.
A job well done.
Sunday ------
I hadn't decided by Sunday morning whether to bring Justin with me
or not. Regardless of who ended up getting paddled, having Justin
watch would be particularly extra humiliating for either Dave or
Rob.
As Justin and I lay in bed, his head nestled against my chest, I
decided that Justin might as well come along since at various
times in the future the gang would see him all but buck naked and
also probably see him getting spanked as well.
I nudged the sleeping adonis on my chest awake and he looked up at
me smiling. We kissed. He was settling in to our life together
nicely. Yesterday had brought him completely under my roof, his
own apartment empty -- not that there was much there -- and his
life now all under my roof.
He had experienced a second bedtime spanking, willingly and
actually enjoyed it this time. His cock became pleasantly firm
between my legs. Although he had pushed my normal limits a bit far
during the whole move, I cut him a good bit of slack to let him
accustom himself to my routine and my demands.
Walking through the apartment naked, or in a jockstrap, he looked
stunning. His butt was still sore from the first night but that
just turned me on.
I told him about my plans for the day and he smiled.
As we got dressed to head to brunch we talked about whether he
wanted to work or not. I reminded him he didn't have to. He said
he wanted to and asked about my client base and other details.
As we drove to Dave and Rob's suburban home I discussed office
politics and what I would be having him do. He made some great
suggestions on the ride about how to handle a matter I had with
the IRS over an illegal seizure and I decided he could handle that
case for me since I liked his thinking on the matter. This was the
Justin I remember most from back in law school. Sharp, bright,
articulate, but also shy in a strange way. I kiss him.
We arrive at Dave and Rob's.
Rob greats us in the driveway and looks surprised to see Justin
with me. His surprise was twofold. He didn't quite catch the cues
that Justin and I were going home together. But the look of
embarrassment that washed over his face revealed the worst aspect
of the surprise, the realization that if he is in the wrong,
Justin will see him get the paddle.
Breakfast ---------
We enter the house and Dave while less surprised to see Justin
also has a look of embarrassment on his face. I smile broadly. We
sit down at their dining room table. I fondly recall the large number of
mediations that went into the decoration of their home.
After a delightful breakfast over which Justin talks openly about
moving in with me and his new job, the topics are all
pleasantries. Dave looks at me guardedly, wondering if Justin is
getting spanked among other matters. I look back at him and mouth,
"Ask."
He does. "Justin," he says, "so are you living with him for real
or just getting the royal princess treatment?"
I roll my eyeballs. The man can't ask straight out.
I interject before Justin can answer.
"Justin, he wants to know if you're getting spanked now that you
are living with me again."
Justin is embarrassed by this question, asked so brazenly, and by
me.
He summons his courage and responds, "Yes, I am."
A conversation stopper.
Breakfast trails off in silence.
The Dispute -----------
We head towards the living room and I ask Dave what the problem
between he and Rob is. Rob groans. Dave explains that he would
like Rob to quit his job to be at home more for him.
Rob starts to interject, but a glare from me silences him. He
knows the process for my mediations all to well now. I don't
physically separate them anymore, but each person says their side
fully and then the other and back and forth without interuptions.
Dave continues without prompting. He explains how his salary can
support them both while Rob's job waiting tables at a theatre
district restaurant pays for nothing and keeps him out of the
house till late. Especially now that he works the 5-11 shift
Monday through Friday. Further Dave explains, the take home pay
doesn't cover the commuting expenses. When they had met, Dave was
a cardiovascular surgeon, still is, and Rob was an out-on-his-luck
performer. Over the 3 odd years they've been together, not much
has changed. Dave wants a trophy wife -- husband -- at this point,
and Rob is determined to earn his keep somewhat.
After Dave finishes, I turn to Rob. He explains how much he enjoys
working and that Dave had encouraged him to find something to do
involving his acting. I ask him if he thinks waiting tables in the
theatre district fits that bill, he shrugs.
The conversation goes back and forth for awhile. And then I leave
the room and take Justin with me. I ask Justin his opinion. He
suggests that both should be able to work if the want. I ask him
whether he thinks it is fair for Rob to waste his time waiting
tables at exactly those hours when Dave is most likely to be home
and looking for emotional support and caring. I point out that if
Rob were acting in a play rather than just trying to prove a point
about making money, I could see it differently. Also, I point out
that Rob agreed to go to Dave's hospital functions, but now with
his work schedule would be busy every weekday evening.
Justing nods in agreement, we kiss for a bit and I let the two of
them wait.
I send Justin out to the car for my briefcase -- and paddle.
Mediation ---------
I return to the room and talk about my thoughts and concerns. Rob
starts to interrupt but thinks the better of it. I have Rob strip
and come over my knee for a lecture.
I talk to him about his role in Dave's life and vice versa. I
explain that while he is welcome to pursue acting as a serious
career, waiting tables is hardly fulfilling his life's goal. He is
firmly over my lap and I am rubbing his ass cheeks and feeling his
crack.
Justin comes in with my briefcase. I tell him to open it and get
out my paddle. He does. Rob is somewhat lucky, by getting spanked
here, he doesn't need to be tied over my spanking horse plus Dave
will find it harder to ram his cock into Rob's mouth over my lap
which is lower than the horse positions the spankee's body.
After a few minutes of lecturing him about his behavior and his
insistence on breaking the agreement, I lift the paddle over Rob's
firm tight butt.
SWAT
The response is instant, and Rob lets out a loud "Yelp!"
Dave comes over and with his pants off, positions his cock in
Rob's uplifted mouth. Rob is definitely going to find this
unpleasant. Not only to be spanked, but to have his head held up
awkwardly to suck his boyfriend's rock hard cock as he gets
spanked. Further Justin has moved in front of Rob's line of sight
so Rob is aware of Justin's observation of his humiliation. And
Justin's approval of it.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
I land 5 successive and brutal blows of the paddle on his ass. His
body is bucking in agony as his butt gets blistered. Dave is doing
an outstanding job of holding Rob's face and mouth firmly around
his raging hard-on. I pause and take some time to caress the
reddening butt of one of my best friends.
I fondle his fuckhole and pucker it slightly. And then squeeze and
kneed his reddening cheeks.
Thirty more swats. I pronounce.
Rob tries to scream but Dave has his hands on the back of Rob's
head and all I hear is "Nppppmppp mmmumppph." Dave nods at me and
begins face fucking his boyfriend while I turn my attention to
punishment.
I reach between Rob's legs and pull his cock out and fondle it
briefly. It is slightly hard. After a few strokes it hardens and
Rob relaxes.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
I finish his punishment swiftly and painfully. 30 strokes that
turn his once bright white butt a deep crimson with blisters and
welting. His ass is on fire. I keep him over my ass as he cries
and Dave finishes getting a blow job from him. Then I stand him up
and place him in the picture window.
I've always considered punishment different than play. Michael and
my live-ins I play with. Sometimes I spank them in fun places for
long periods with my hand for fun, for control, for arousal, for
ejaculation, you name it. This is different though this is not for
pleasure.
Punishment.
It has to be excruciating as far as I am concerned. Here I don't
worry about my partner's arousal, but rather that their butt hurt
and they be utterly humiliated. I send Justin outside to stare at
Rob in the window and look in as Dave sucks me off.
I spread my legs and open my fly to reveal a raging hard on. Few
things get me as hot as having spanked a boy.
Dave is eager to please. He kisses me and thanks me for making a
good decision out loud. Rob visibly cringes but remains against
the window. I see Justin through the window now taunting Rob and
making faces. Rob is attempting to look away.
Before he realizes it, my hand FIRMLY swats his already sore
butt and he jumps. Face out I remind him.
I sit back down and let Dave suck me off to the sounds of Rob's
crying.
As Dave sucks, I gaze on at my effective handiwork, a bright red,
sore butt and a crying boy.
After I shoot, I motion for Justin to come back inside the house.
I order Justin to lick Robert's red ass with his tongue.
He looks at me strangely, but knows better already than to argue
with me and does as I ask.
He moves his agile tongue across the red ass with ease. Licking
Rob's sore behind in large ovals and repeated licks. The sensation
calms Rob enough to make him stop crying, and I see his cock
hardening from the sensation of a wet tongue on his sore ass.
I walk over and bring Rob to me. I have him sit down on my lap and
I pull his face to me and kiss him and whisper to him. After
mediations now, I spend a lot of time talking with the punished
side about how I expect them to behave.
After our conversation I ask if he wants Justin to give him a blow
job. He nods grinning and I tell Justin to do it. Justin does it
beautifully, the man has such a wonderful skilled tongue. Within
less than a minute, Rob's hot cum has filled Justin's mouth. I
send Rob up to bed to rest and Justin and I hang out with Dave for
a bit before leaving the two to themselves.
The Ride Home -------------
As soon as we pull away from the house, Justin starts the
conversation. Justin indicates that he didn't like me embarrassing
him about getting spanked at home.
I remain silent to hear him out.
He wants our relationship at home to be private.
I shake my head slightly.
I point out that he didn't mind learning about Dave and Rob's
personal life or embarrassing them.
Silence.
When we get home that afternoon, I decide I will handle the
situation by going over my rules with him -- explicitly. Since
whatever he thought he learned wasn't the whole story.
Epilogue by the Author ----------------------
This story is completely fictional and is an outgrowth of my own
fascination with spanking. I find spanking so erotic because it is
such a release and such a power trip. After I've had an erotic
spanking session with someone I find myself so relaxed and at
peace.
Let me know what you think of this story by writing me at the
e-mail address at the of the story. I've gotten a number of very
positive responses to the original "Spanking Party" story I wrote
and continue to receive them. As a result I've written more.
Continued feedback means continued stories. Suggestions for the
characters welcome.
Planned future works in this 'universe': Rules for Justin, I spank
Geoffrey the snooty co-worker I've mentioned previously, Justin
spanked in front of my dinner party, Michael 2/Spanking Party 2,
and perhaps others.