With military precision: A bare-bottom spanking

Dan had seen the officer, in Coast Guard-white, sitting on the toilet in the open stall in the cruisy men’s room in the building downtown. They had sat, side-by-side, while Dan had tugged on his boner and come into the bowl in hot white spurts. But today, as Dan masturbated, the officer stood, hitched up his briefs and pants, and appeared in front of Dan’s stall, with his square and handsome face stony and stern.

Dan struggled to hide his boner under his Red Sox T-shirt, but it was sticky and awkward and popped free.

“What’s up? Besides your hog?”

”I’m…on the pot.” Dan shifted his bare bottom and leaked a stream of precum.

“I think you’d better come with me, junior.” The officer was six feet tall, with a baby face that contrasted with his bull neck, muscular bulk, and no-nonsense tone. Was he going to call security, or, worse, the police?

“Come where?” Dan asked.

“To my place.” The bulge puckering the officer’s pants comforted Dan a little, but his legs shook like a stray dog in the rain as he pulled up his clothing and flushed the toilet. He’d forgotten to pretend to wipe.

“I guess you have colitis or Montezuma’s revenge. Since you’re constantly on the toilet.”

“Like you.” Dan--blond, 23, hunky and desired at baths and bars--was acting cocky.

“Watch it, buddy. You’re in enough trouble already.”

The apartment, in a concrete tower two blocks away, was sparsely furnished with chrome-and-leather chairs and glass-topped tables piled with books of military history and photographs of male nudes. The latter made Dan relax a bit, but the sound of water flowing, of someone showering in an unseen bathroom, soon put him on high alert. Ducking into a bedroom, the officer emerged with a dark plastic item that Dan first guessed was a pen. Then he unscrewed it and drew out a thermometer, which he shook vigorously. “I want to be sure you’re not running a fever. Before we proceed.” He had a smirk in his voice. “Lower your trousers.” But instead of waiting for Dan to obey, he unbuckled his belt, zipped down his fly, and yanked his Jockeys and dungarees to his ankles.

Settling on a long couch of nubbly white fabric, he pulled Dan over his knee. Dan blushed as the officer parted his crack and inserted the cold thermometer into his rectum with an aggressive thrust. “Hey--”

“I’ll do the talking.”

But Dan could feel the officer’s boner expanding, beneath his.

“You do the listening. And do as you’re told.”

The shower stopped running and an electric razor began buzzing.

“Keep that thermometer in position. Don’t you dare push it out.”

Blushing, Dan hoped he wouldn’t fart. Then a door flew open and a sinewy young man, stark naked, strode into the room, toweling his tawny hair, his huge cock and low-hanging balls swinging. “Uh-oh,” he said, as he surveyed Dan and a grin brightened his demeanor.

“Tom, I’m making sure this boy isn’t sick. He’s been on the can for weeks. In my building. During lunch hour.”

Grinning, Tom kept drying his hair, with gestures that caused his lengthening cock to bob and dip. “What’s his temperature?” Tom lit a cigarette.

“Let’s see.” The officer pulled the thermometer out, but, to Dan, it still felt present. “Perfectly normal. On the nose.”

“You mean, In the bum.”

“Do you see his bum, Tom?”

“I see his bum. I see the crack of his ass.” Tom exhaled smoke and balanced on the arm of another couch.

“He’s been loitering. So he’s getting a spanking. On the bare bottom.”

Tom snickered, touched his hard-on.

The officer unbuttoned his right shirtsleeve, rolled it up. “On the bare bottom,” he emphasized. He smacked Dan’s right cheek, then the left, so that the mortified boy kicked and shuddered. Then he spanked hard and repeatedly while Tom smoked and stared.

“I’ll blister your backsides.”

Dan squirmed, clawed at the sofa upholstery as he fought tears of pain and indignity. “Ow!” he finally yelled, in a voice that broke like a scared adolescent’s.

“Use the paddle.” Tom pronounced the word with a Midwestern twang. He held out a thin varnished instrument punctured with holes like a cribbage board.

“Stop clenching your bare bottom. Stick it up. Now!”

Dan did, and the officer began spanking his bare bottom with the excruciatingly effective tool as Dan jounced and his punisher hugged him in his formidable grip. Tom jammed his cigarette into his mouth and held Dan’s desperate legs, pinning him still. The officer intensified the spanking and Dan blinked away tears.

Then the officer concentrated on the right side of the bare bottom, spanking it steadily, without mercy, without once switching to the other cheek. “NO, NO!” Dan yelled, and burst into choking sobs while Tom laughed out loud.

“On the bare bottom,” the officer repeated. “Stick it up. Or I start all over again.”

As he complied, Dan cut a fart. Now the officer put down the paddle and spanked Dan with his wide, bare hand. His briefs and pants kicked off, Dan whimpered and pleaded and gasped. “Please, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

At last, the officer stopped and propped him up on wobbly legs so that both men inspected his shriveled cock, which somehow now squirted a rope of arcing cum, all over the glass coffee table and the floor. Neither man made any comment, about the puddle of semen or the stain soaking the rug.  

“Tom!” The officer sounded angry. “Bare the bum.”

“But--”

“Bare the bum. Now.”

Tom turned around, exposing a tight, compact bottom, with light brown hair fuzzing through his crack.

“Bend over bare.” The officer retrieved a pale supple cane from a Danish-modern desk. “Six of the best,” he announced.

“Please!”

“No back talk.”

He whaled the cane against the white bare bottom as the brutal welts multiplied, making Tom bawl like a baby, in raw, unrestrained sobs.

“Stand. Bare.”

Tom crossed the room to the window overlooking the boat-filled harbor, positioning his reddened buttocks toward the panoramic view.

“Stand. Bare. Beside your brother.”

Dripping cum down his thighs, Dan, sniffling, joined Tom in humiliating public display.

The officer smiled. He lit a cigarette. “I saw your bare bottoms,” he told them, with a sneer.

END