Cody Get's Spanked!

I think I have finally admitted to myself that I am not a dumbass, but I have done way too many dumbassed things.  I've got my ass in a sling, and right now my only hope of not going to jail is in the hands of a lawyer friend of my father.

My parents haven't quite washed their hands of me, but they've pretty much had their fill.  So I had to go by myself to the friend's office as neither of my parents wanted to take another day off from work to help my sorry ass.

It was an early appointment as Mr. Carson told me that he was doing this before hours as he has a full schedule, and he told me “Don't be late”!  I had a bit of a time finding the office, so I was five minutes late.

I finally found the building and then the entrance, and Mr. Carson was waiting and appearing to be very impatient.  “I told you not to be late Cody, there are consequences for everything, and it's about time you learned that!”

With that, he walked to the elevator and pushed the button and we went to the 5th floor.  No one was around except for security at the entrance downstairs.  We walked past several desks and finally, the desk that I'm sure belonged to his assistant.

He led me into his office and told me to lock the door.  “I don't want us to be disturbed,” he said flatly.

He walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it.  I took a chair close by.  “Don't sit down Cody, you were not invited to sit down!”

“But..”

“No butts, except for yours!  Get up!”

I thought that was kind of rude, and as soon as I was standing, he just said, “Strip!”

“What?”

“I don't stutter and you don't have a hearing problem, I said strip, DO IT!”

“But...”

“I told you no buts!  Your father asked me to handle this matter, and I told him, that I was in charge, I'm putting my reputation on the line here, so you had better appreciate it, and you need to go into this know that you will pay me back in MANY ways!”

“But..”

“Shut the fuck up, and strip!  I'm going to tell you, something boy, you are just pretty enough that your life in prison will be miserable, unless that is unless you enjoy sucking a lot of cock and being continually gang raped!  Now unless you want that to happen, fucking strip NOW, or I”m finished and you can fend for yourself!”

Thank God I was dumbfounded and couldn't speak, I just started undressing. “Faster goddamn it! I don't have all fucking day!”

So here I was standing in the middle of this high powered attorney's office.  I wasn't embarrassed to be naked, since playing sports throughout my life I was used to being naked in front of other guys. But Mr. Carson was really giving me the once over, and that was making me kind of nervous, and I still had no idea why he wanted me naked.

Well, Cody, you do have a nice body, and what looks like it could turn into a nice sized cock, but that wouldn't affect much for you in prison. Now, turn around and face the other direction.

By now, I knew I had better do what he said, without question!

So I stood there while he commented on my muscular broad shoulders, my wide lats, narrow waist and full muscular butt, and great thighs from soccer, baseball, biking, and running.  It felt kind of good to know that my body pleased him.

“So Cody, you were late!  How late were you?”

“Uhm, yeah, sorry about that, I had a difficult time finding the building”. I saw him raise an eyebrow and remembered his question.  “Oh, only about 5-10 minutes.”

“Oh, only, huh, so what was it 5 or 10?”

“Well, 10 I guess.”

“I want you to know the amount of time reflects in the amount of punishment you will receive today!  I also bill at $750 per hour, and that equates to $12.50 per minute, still want to waste my time, Cody?”

“Punishment? What punishment!”

“I told you on the phone that now all of your actions have consequences, and it's time for you to realize how this works!  I want to be fair, so I'm going to say that it was 7 minutes, is that agreeable to you?”

“Well yeah, I guess.”

“Cody, you need to man up and make a decision, do you agree that you were at least 7 minutes late?”

“Well yeah, sure, 7 minutes it is?”

“Cody are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Uhm...just yes!”

I could see by the look on Mr. Carson's face that he was getting furious with me, and it finally struck me, and I said, “Yes Sir!”

“Okay, good boy!”

“Wow, you make things difficult!”

“Cody, I was trying to help you this is important, you are going to have to learn to be responsible for your actions, young man!”

So here I was standing totally naked at 7:30 a.m., arguing with a strange man about my future.

“Here's how this works Cody, so you agreed that you were 7 minutes late, and that's your final answer?”

“Yes...Uhm Yes Sir!”

“Okay, your punishment for being late is a spanking, did your father ever spank you?”

“No...I Uhm, mean No Sir!”

“Well, that probably explains a lot of your previous behavior, that will end right now!”

“Uhm, no, no, that's not going to happen!  You are NOT going to spank me!”

“That's fine by me, it will be a lot less trouble, you can put your clothes back and leave immediately!  I will send the papers back to the Prosecuting Attorney with your guilty plea, he will notify you when your sentence hearing will take place.  Now get dressed and get out!”

“No, now, well wait a minute, I can't do that, I'll end up in prison!”

“Yes, I am almost certain that you will, but at least you'll be taking responsibility for your own actions.  Good day, Cody, and good luck!”

“Please Mr. Carson, please, I was wrong I don't want to go to prison, I can't go to prison, I think I know what will happen to me in prison!”

Mr. Carson very quietly, in a whisper said, “Constant gang rape.”

“I'm sorry Cody, I told your father, that I could help you, but it would require your full participation, and that's not what I have here, so I'm not going to waste my time on you, get dressed and get out!”

“Will it help if I say that I'm sorry, can I somehow apologize, I know I'm a screw-up, but I really, really don't want to go to prison! Sir, I will do whatever you tell me, I will follow your orders, anything you want sir, anything!”

“So Cody, you agree that your punishment will be based on being 7 minutes late, and you will accept the spanking for that?  No arguing, no bargaining, you will for probably one of the first times in your life, that you admit your guilt and ask me to provide the punishment that I think is necessary for you being late?”

Yes Sir, I will, I definitely will!

Then, Cody, I want you to go to that cabinet in the corner, and open the upper doors.  I walked over, naked of course, and opened the doors. There were paddles and straps and sticks, and switches, and I felt the blood draining from my face, head, and brain, I was terrified!  

Cody, pick out the item that you would least like for me to spank with, and we will eliminate that from any further punishment, as long as this behavior is not repeated.

There was a horrible looking narrow leather paddle that had metal studs on it, that looked somewhat like a meat tenderizer, I immediately picked that one up.

“Bring it to me, Cody!”

I was terribly afraid that this was some kind of a trick, but what could I do, I took it to him and tried to hand it to him, but he refused to take it.  I looked at him questioningly, and he smiled, kind of an evil smile, and said, “Bend over and give yourself one swat with that so you know what it feels like, it can be gentle.”

“But, you said you wouldn't use it on me!”

“I won't, but you will, just one swat so you know what you will be in for if this behavior is repeated!”

I did as he said, and even though it was fairly gentle it still hurt like holy fuck!

“Cody, you will probably be happy to know that I feel the most effective spanking doesn't include any of those items, I feel that a boys first spanking should be naked hand on naked flesh, there is more of a connection there, and it is probably more humiliating.  You see Cody, for most boys like you, it's not the pain, it's the humiliation of being naked over a superior man's knee, and having your naked ass spanked.  You need to be certain to keep track of  your punishment.”

I know the look on my face told Mr. Carson a lot, and I said, “Yes Sir!”

“Good Cody, bring that armless chair over here to the middle of the room.” He undid his tie, unbutton his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves.  He almost ceremonially placed himself on the chair and then motioned for me to lay across his lap.

It took several adjustments to get me positioned as he wanted, and yes it was totally embarrassing!  Mr. Carson then gently laid his hand on my butt cheek, and it was the first time I realized the size of his hands, there are fucking huge!

He quietly commented, that mine was the type of butt he really preferred for spanking.  He like my large, firm muscular cheeks, with just a sprinkling of fuzz, and some hairiness peaking out of the crack. That kind of made me shiver a bit that he was attracted to my ass.  I didn't have much time to think about that as he said, “Okay Cody, so we are dealing with 7 minutes late, and it's 10 swats per minute, so how many swats will you be receiving?”

“What, wait, I thought it would be 7 swats, you didn't say anything about 10 swats per minute, that's 70 swats, that's a lot!”

For the first time since I'd met him Mr. Carson laughed!  “Seven swats? Really, Cody, that isn't even a good warm-up, and for spanking punishment, 70 is actually a low number, so let's get on with this!”

“So Cody, now for your formal apology and your acceptance of the 70 swats for your punishment!”

I started to resist, but the whispered words of “Constant Gang Rape” traveled quickly through my mind, and almost as if on it's own, my mouth started apologizing.

“Mr. Carson, I am so sorry for being late.  It was my fault since I'd never been here before I should have planned more time to find your office and not cause you to wait for me.”

He was slowly running his hand over my upturned butt cheeks, and it was almost causing goosebumps.  What really scared me is that I thought I could feel an enlargement and stiffening of his crotch, fuck!

“That was a nice apology Cody, now give me your request for punishment, and go ahead and raise your head and look at the camera that's on my desk, we'll have a nice recording of this!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I couldn't refuse, so I raised my head and as tears started to brim my eyes, I said, “Thank you for taking the time to punish me for being late and I will gladly accept...I almost couldn't say it...70 swats!”

“Good boy, Cody, good boy!”

As soon as the words left his lips, his hand came crashing down onto my unsuspecting left butt cheek, and in a split second searing, hot pain spread across my ass cheek and slammed my brain, and before I could process that, the second swat came raining down on my right cheek.  I almost screamed but was able to hold it back.  Holy fuck, I wasn't sure I could endure this!

After the first two very deliberate swats, he started doing them in rapid succession.  I hated it, but was happy it was going fast so this would be over sooner, my ass was already on fire!  Then he stopped for about 15 seconds, and then started again, very slowly and very deliberately hard slaps to one cheek and then the other.  This was torturous and was actually again bringing tears to my eyes.  I had to keep my face toward the camera!

Then, suddenly he stopped!  I thought, wow, that went a lot faster than I thought, I can't believe it's over!  Thank God!  Then he asked, “How many swats was that Cody?”

“Uhm...what?”

“How many swats was that?”

“Uhm, I don't know, I didn't know I was supposed to keep track!”

“Cody, I told you that you had to keep track of your punishment, didn't I?”

“Well, yes, but...I didn't know...”

“Shut up Cody, you are really pissing me off!  Now we start over again!”

“No, wait, let me think, I...”

“Shut up Cody, here comes number 1!”

With that, his huge hand slammed down on my already tender butt cheeks and I thought I was going to die!  He alternated back and forth quickly like he didn't want me to be able to count the swats, my ass was on FIRE!

Then he stopped!  Suddenly I thought, 'Oh fuck, how many was that?'

“So Cody, I'm sure you counted this time, how many was it!”

I had been counting, but it hurt so bad and some of them came so fast I wasn't sure.  I knew it was about 30, but I wasn't sure, I knew it was more than 20, and I don't think it was 40, so I blurted out 30! This time his hand came down harder than ever on both cheeks.  I did holler out at that time!

“Cody, you will eventually learn that I mean everything I say!  No, it wasn't 30, it was 29!  There are consequences for everything Cody, including this!  So now, we not only go back and start at one again...the amount of your swats is doubled!  We'll never finish at this rate!”

I was almost screaming, “Wait, Mr. Carson, please wait!  That wasn't a part of the deal, you never said anything about doubling the swats!”

“Cody, get up!”

I was glad to.

“Go back to the cabinet where the paddles and such are!”

I really didn't want to do that as I thought he'd make me pick something to be spanked with, but I did it anyway.

“Now 'boy' look at the cabinet and what are the first words that you see?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“If your number is wrong, your total is doubled!”  I almost cried as I read them

“Now get your ass back over here across my knee!”

As I walked over I noticed two things, one was that my balls were pulled uptight, and the more embarrassing was that my cock seemed a bit chubbed.  Don't think the second thing went unnoticed by Mr. Carson!

Soon I was over Mr. Carson's knee again, and the spanking continued. Fuck, it really hurt so bad now, it was really, really hard to concentrate, but I made sure that I did, I was very diligent!

Suddenly he stopped!  Then he asked me the number, even though I knew I was correct, I was terrified because I knew that if I was wrong again, the 70 that was raised to 140 would immediately be raised to 280 and I just couldn't imagine taking that many swats.

I confidently told Mr. Carson, “37 Sir!”

This time I was thankful for him restarting the spanking!  “Good boy,” he said.  With a lot of emphasis on the word 'boy'!

Mr. Carson continued on, and although my ass cheeks were hot and burning, his constant steady pace, kind of lulled me into a place where the pain was somewhat numbed.  I realized that I was feeling something hardening beneath me, and although I knew immediately it was his cock, I just couldn't allow myself to think that way, and I very closely kept track, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, and so on.

I almost cried a little bit when I counted 40, as I knew I still had another one hundred swats before this would be over!  Suddenly Mr. Carson stopped again, and said, “How many 'boy'?”

“67 Sir!”

He continued on, but now occasionally switching up speed and pressure, but he was pretty relentless on the back and forth between cheeks. He kind of whispered to me, “Boy, if the pain gets too much start taking deep breaths, it will help, but don't lose count!”

As I was breathing and counting, and wondering what all I was going to have to do to repay this man I shook my head and made sure my full concentration was on counting.  The temperature of my butt cheeks was rising and there was almost something sexy about it, and I heard some groaning and moaning and was kind of surprised to realize it was coming from me.  Again, I noticed Mr. Carson's cock swelling and I wondered why mine was.

Again, he asked me “How many 'boy'?”

“94 Sir!”

“Good boy, tell me when we hit 100!”

I counted off the next 6 and when I arrived at 100 he stopped.

“We're going to take a short break now, and then we'll finish off the last 40.  There are a lot of things that are going to change in your life 'boy'.  When you leave here you will go home and pack a bag.  I want you to bring every jockstrap you own, compression shorts and compression shirts, half of a dozen pairs of socks, 3 pairs of gym shorts, and several t-shirts.  Then bring hanging clothes that you will need for your court hearing, and I want you to be dressed like a million dollars.  You will return here at 4:30 p.m. This afternoon, and meet with Jason my assistant.  There are some new skills you're going to need and he will start your training for that.  Be here promptly at 4:30 p.m., or this spanking will seem like a tea party. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Good, now, another condition is that you are not allowed to cum, unless I give you permission, don't fuck that up, or you will truly regret it!”

“What? I can't cum...”

“You heard me, now shut up!”

With that, his hand came crashing down on my ass harder than he had hit me so far.  He moved his leg and pushed my legs farther apart!  Two things happened, his hard-on was against my abs tighter and I felt a cool breeze go across my butt hole!

Now he spanked each cheek with a lot of pressure and then he turned his hand and spanked my crack and my butt hole!  Yikes, wow, fuck!

Now Mr. Carson was giving me 4-5 swats and then massaging my butt, and I had to admit that the massage felt good, as even though my ass felt like it was on fire, it was ultra-sensitive and he was just grazing my cheeks and sometimes my crack!  Fuck, I was now boning up!

“How many 'boy'?”

“123 Sir!”

Mr. Carson paused and said, “I hope you realize that at the end of this spanking session you will need to thank me, and really make your gratitude evident!”

Wow, I couldn't believe that I had to thank him for bestowing all of this pain and humiliation on me, I didn't know what I was going to say! He was massaging my cheeks and my crack and even my butt hole and I literally felt some precum leak from my cock!  'Ahh fuck, talk about embarrassing!'

He again pushed my legs farther apart and now, all of the swats were on the crack and my now exposed hole!  Holy fuck, that hurt, but wait, wait, ahh fuck, ahh fuck, “AAAaaaaahhhhh, fuck, I'm cumming!”

Mr. Carson administered the last few swats and then rolled me off onto the floor.  I was so fucking embarrassed I couldn't look at him.  He started cussing and calling me a dumbass and a stupid fuck, and said, look what you did to my dress slacks, you fucking pervert!

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, licking my cum off of Mr. Carson's expensive dress slacks!