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Spanked by neighbour
Spanked by Neighbour
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My name is ‘Arthur’. I was living alone. I was almost eighteen. I am an indiscipline and irresponsible boy. My neighbour was very strict. She was a beautiful woman of 25 and doesn’t like any kind of indiscipline. Her name is ‘Maria.’ She was irritated with my indiscipline.
One day she called me. We have a little talk about my discipline. She asked me why I was so undisciplined.
Maria firmly believes in corporal punishment, especially in my case. She said me, ‘she is going to give me a very good ass spanking for my indiscipline’.
Once I thought she was joking, but she told me that she was serious. She called me at 12.00 noon. She tells me that she will give extra if I’ll be late.
I came back to my home and was very scared. At 12.00, I positively went to her as I don’t want any extra spanking. She was waiting for me.
She was looking more beautiful. She had taken bath and was in short skirt. For the first time in last 3 years I saw her in short skirt.
Maria reminded me again that she is going to spank me.
“Do you deserve it?’’ she asked
“I guess that I do.’’
“Well then, I promised that I would give you a good punishment. She told me if you gave me any trouble she would give me extra. But you won’t give me any trouble, will you.”
“No”
I think we have to set a proper tone here. That’s No Ma’am’’.
"No, Ma'am. I will not give you any trouble".
"Right then, we might as well get this over with, don't you think?"
Maria turned and led the way towards a dark room, her high heels tapping on stone floor. I followed Maria into the room i watches the muscles of her buttocks moves beneath her riding skirts. I could feel my cock starting to get hard. I tried to look at something else, but my eyes kept being drawn back to Maria's figure. I loved her narrow waist and the swell of her hips under the skin tight skirts. I wondered if she was wearing panties, since all I could see was the smooth curves of her bottom.
Maria sat in the middle of the large room. I went to her right side and handled her paddle. She was a tall lady and I knew when the paddle comes across my butt, it hurts a lot.
I unzipped my pants and let it fell down around my ankles. When I came to her, she stopped me.
“Panties down too”, she ordered. I pushed my panty in the middle of my thigh. My hard cock sprung out pointing upward. She caressed my cock. “How nice. Is that for me”? She asked. Well may be later. But we have to take the business first. Lay over my lap, “naughty boy.”
Maria patted my bottom with the paddle. She brought the paddle hard on my bottom. Soon the crack of paddle across my bare butt echoed the room with my cry. After Maria counted fifty strokes she told me to get up.
Some guests have arrived so she told me the spanking will continue after lunch. When the guest went away she again came to me to continue the remaining spanking. She told me that if I want to eat something I can as the spanking will continue for long hours.
I said, “No”.
“OK honey”, she told me. “Let’s continue your spanking. Now please come up with me.”
I followed her to the living room. She took the paddle and I followed her. Again my eyes fell on her nice butts and her long leg.
Maria turned towards me, catching me looking. “Are you looking up my skirts, you naughty boy?”
I tried to look down. “Yes Ma’am. I couldn’t help it. My eyes always went to your skirt.”
She thinks it is disrespectful. She told she’ll punish for that too. Now come on, follow me.
She started giving me some lectures. I said, “I am sorry, Maria.” She told me it’s too late to say sorry. She concentrated on the strokes given on my hip and I was soon crying out with each stroke.
She said me to become completely naked and lie over the bed. She gazes at me when I was undressing. “Maria told me that she had given fifty strokes”.
“Arthur stood up”, she told me.
“I’ll be back in few minutes to give you a whipping”, Maria said.
“Please don’t whip me. Give me cane instead. I’m sorry”, I exclaimed.
She put her fingers on my lips and said, “Sshh” I am sorry. Whipping is a part of spanking and spanking isn’t complete without whipping.
She kept the whip on the bed. It is approx two feet long and had a leather handle. I touched the whip and knew that it would more than cane.
I lie naked over the bed with my hips pushed upward. After 2 minutes, I heard the sound of the boot of Maria. Maria came into the room and shut the door. She tapped and cared by bottom very gently. “Do we need any more lectures on disciplines?” she asked.
“No Ma’am”, I answered.
“Better”
She started whipping me, the pain spread and I cried out with pain. When she had given me 20 strokes, she stopped to let me relax. After a minute, she started whipping again. She caressed my bottom, feeling the heat and raised lines of welts left by the whip. She moved right side of the bed and started whipping again. She gave me a stroke across the place where buttocks and thigh met; he squirmed with pain and changed my position a bit.
“Lie still, dear”, Maria warned or she will give extra strokes for moving out the position. I started crying and my face was streaked with tears. With the every stroke the whip lie partly across my hip.
“That’s five strokes extra, honey. “Now please lie still.”
She let me rest, and give me ten extra stokes for changing the position twice.
“I am sorry, but it hurts too much.”
“Spanking is supposed to hurt, dear.”
She started whipping on my thigh. Whipping on thigh hurts a lot than the bottom.
She sat on the bed. “Now there is matter of being disrespectful and looking up my skirt.” I suppose you don’t have to see much, so I’ll give you ten extra strokes. But they will be good and hard or “I’ll let you to take off my skirt and really get a look and can touch too, but you’ll have to take twenty”, Maria said.
“I’ll take thirty”, Ma’am.
She puzzled “thirty”.
“I’ll also open your blouse”, Ma’am.
Maria stood up. “Come here”, I stood and moved beside her.
“Take off my skirt and blouse”, she told.
I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. Her skirt fallen and I got a chance to look at her black bikini. Through the sheer material, I saw her round curve bottom. I unbuttoned her blouse too. I saw her breast under her white bra. I touched her breast and her hip. I saw her pussy has got wet.
She said, “Get back and lie on the bed again”. She gave me thirty hard whips. My thigh and buttocks turned to black-blue.
She told me, “Stood up and bring the paddle.”
I gave the paddle to her and lie again on her lap. She told me that it is the part of my punishment.
I lie on her lap and she gave me forty hard strokes. I cried out very loudly with each stroke. My bottom was already exquisitely sore from the caning and the whipping. The pain of the paddle filled my world, as she paddled me, giving the strokes hard and fast, and alternating cheeks. The spanking seemed to go on for a long time. When she finally stopped paddling me, she felt tears on my cheeks.
Maria lay back on the bed, her blouse open showing her black lace bra. "Come here, love" she told me holding her arms own. I got up and lay next to her. She could feel the wetness of his tears as I nuzzled her breasts as she held me.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Maria asked me after his breathing had slowed.
"Yes, Ma'am. Please don't spank me anymore"
"All right, love. That's good. Now we can move on to other things. You don't have to call me Ma'am anymore."
She told me to wear my clothes and go back to home.
She reminded me, “She’ll spank me more if she finds me undisciplined again.”
She told me, “She is ready to spank and whip me anytime if I want spanking”.
I wear my clothes and left her house with pain.
The welts from the whipping Maria given to me were still visible for a week.
White teen boy taken by a black man
Going to a movie the day after graduating from high school, became a dark day in my life.
18 years old and takened by a black man in the theater. Part 1This story actually happened to a friend of mine back in the 1980's. He had never divulged this story to anyone but some years later we met for a few drinks after work. It was a cold night in Boston at a bar, he was drinking heavily and told me about this encounter with a man. James was now a 37 year old married man but this experience had haunted him for years. With literary license, I will relay the story as best I can.... as if he was telling the story.
I was 18 years old and just graduated from high school. I was excited about entering college in the fall but I had just been dumped by my high school sweetheart and felt like being alone....yea, wallowing in my misery. I was only five and a half feet in height and it was difficult getting dates. Little did I know at that time that my blonde hair and blue eyes would be an attraction to others in my future.
It was a Saturday in June that I caught the bus late morning deciding to see a movie downtown. I had tried to get a couple of my buddies to come along but they wanted to see a different movie. This theater was an old and small movie theater, built back during the 1940’s. It had dim lighting and unless the movie was on it was difficult seeing the seats. I decided to sit in the left side area about midway…there were only a few people there during the early showing.
After the introducing cartoon and previews were over a man came into my row and sat right next to me. Surprised me since there were few people in the theater. He was tall, black and guessing in his mid thirties. He politely said hi and asked if I minded him sitting there. I nervously said no as the movie was beginning. When he sat down in the chair right of me I noticed that he was wearing a shiny gold watch on his left wrist. Really was an expensive looking watch. He was certainly tall considering I was only 5'6" which made me look like a midget next to him.
t was only about 15 minutes into the movie when I felt a couple of his fingers lightly touching my knee and in a minute or so slightly rubing my leg. I didn’t know what was going on but even though I am not gay it was titillating. Since I did not protest he continued to touch my leg. To my amazement I began getting an erection. I then asked him to excuse me so I could go to the bathroom. As I got up to go he followed me…perhaps to make sure I wasn’t going to tell one of the ushers. After taking a pee I returned to the same seat and in a couple of minutes he did also.
Again his black hand was on my leg and crept closer to the fly of my pants which I had forgotten to zip back up. His finger found it open and then two fingers rubed my underwear. Oh my gosh, I thought…..he probably thinks I did that on purpose. I sort of froze not knowing what to do and even more scary….I was enjoying him touching me. What was I thinking? Here I was about to let a big black man, twice my age, fondle me in a theater. I looked again at his bright shiny watch and then nervously touched it. He leaned over and asked me if I liked his watch as his hand rested on my lap with two fingers touching just inside my unzipped pants. He could feel my erection with his fingers. This was getting really weird. I had never before had a male touch my private except for a doctor. Let alone, getting an erection. Dammit, I'm not gay.
I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us but there were only a few people sitting in the aisle to the right and they were watching the movie....not us. I still felt very uncomfortable. Meantime, he continued to softly touch me with his fingers. I then boldly whispered to him, " you can touch me if you want to." "Nice," he replied. Then slowly he snuggled his hand into my underwear and began to play with me. I was almost hard, feeling captive and excited for some reason but also nervous that someone might see what was going on.
He looked around to see who was sitting near and then quietly asked me, “why don’t we go up in the balcony?” I replied, “yea, that’s okay.” I could not believe I was doing this but there was an eerie excitement about being fondled for the first time by a man...a very black man. I had never thought I would let something like this happen but my young sexual desires were rendering me helpless.
We went to the balcony and he guided me to just about the top row where no one was behind us and only a few people down at the lower rows. “Unbuckle your pants and pull you’re your penis out,” he asked as we sat down. He then began rubing my penis. “Does that feel good? he asked. I replied, “ yea, but I’m nervous.” It felt so good and I was excited watching his black hand fondle me. After a minute or so I told him that I was about to cum. He replied, “Pretend I’m holding you captive and you can’t move. I’m going to make it really enjoyable for you. Then he lowered his head down and placed my penis in his mouth with his hands holding my wrists. He instructed me to not make any sounds. . I was breaking out in a sweat as he sucked me. Oh my, here I’m a white boy and was being sucked on by a black man. My body began to shake with excitement and my heart raced. Then I began tingling all over as I was beginning to shoot my load into his mouth. I whispered, "take it out, please...I'm cumming." He gripped my wrists even harder and sucked me as I spewed into his mouth. He looked up as he swallowed. Then, after looking around, he bent back down and licked me clean. I was dizzy and limp.
I was overwhelmed by the sexual release that shot through me yet I was ashamed of what I let this stranger do to me. I pulled my pants back up and fastened my belt. I told him that I had better leave. In order to not arouse suspicion, he said he would wait then leave in a few minutes. He told me to meet him outside the theater. What did he want now, I wondered
He followed me down to the bus stop and then asked me if I would like to see another movie. I’m looking at this tall black man and again wondering if he wanted to use me again. I was scared, especially taking the chance of someone seeing him have sex with me in another theater. If my parents ever found out they would almost kill me. My father was very prejudice about gay men not to mention him finding out my being sexually used by a gay black man. I finally told him that I had to go home. He inquired as to where I lived and I told him. That would turn out to be a mistake but being confused at what had just happened, I didn’t think about it at the time. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a $5 bill. “ Here, maybe you might want to attend a movie next weekend, go ahead and take it,” he said. I took it without thinking and got on the bus. On my way home and for the next several days I felt very ashamed of what I had done. Yea, I enjoyed the sexual release but damn, I let myself be used by a man. A very tall black man to boot.What I did not know was that this man would soon enter my life again .
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