I was ready.

I hardly felt the first strike. 'Oh this is going to be easy. He's only playing at it', I thought. Though it did seem strange having a man's hand on my bare bum.

WHOOPS! My mistake again. The second caught me an almighty slap across the centre of my bum and I couldn't help gasping. This bastard certainly wasn't playing.

And again! And again he spanked me and it was beginning to hurt. He was covering all of my buttocks with vicious hard slaps.

I began wriggling to try to escape the blows but it was no use, he was holding me too firmly and my jeans around my ankles and boxers around my knees restricted me even more. He knew what he was doing all right.

Then he started on my thighs and that stung even more. I couldn't help crying out.

What the hell had I got myself into - all to save a few minutes?

Harder and faster, he beat me. My arse was really on fire now and I was pushing into his lap, trying to lessen the blows.

Then, the strangest thing of all, I realised I was getting a hard-on! My cock, against the cotton of his trackies encasing those hard thighs, was getting bigger and harder. The more I squirmed, the harder it got. What the hell would he think if he saw it - or even worse felt it? But the heat in my backside was certainly turning me on.

Still he kept at it, spank, spank, spank.

I was totally under his domination. I was a naughty little boy again. A naughty little boy with a massive erection.

At last, at long last he told me to get up. I struggled a bit with my clothes round my legs and I knew he had seen my hard on. What now?

I was thoroughly miserable and on the verge of tears. I wanted to rub my poor, pulverised arse but I needed to cover that blasted hard-on.

At least it was all over.

WRONG AGAIN!

He made some sneering comment about me enjoying it and told me to strip off completely, he hadn't 'done with me'.

I had to obey - he was my lord and master now - and there was no point in hiding my cock anymore. If it turned him on, so be it.

Stark naked, I felt his steely grey eyes boring into me.

Then he had me bend over the arm of an armchair, my butt in the air, my legs spread.

With his hand on the small of my back so I couldn't move, he started to spank me again. My arse was sore so it stung of course but it was somehow different, gentler. He let his hand rest after each slap and I felt his fingers probe towards my shit hole.

Boy, that was really turning me on! My cock, sandwiched between the rough cloth of the upholstery and my belly, was getting even bigger and my ball sac was tightening. I really didn't want it to stop.
I was even disappointed when he told me to get up and face the wall. He kicked my legs apart and I felt vulnerable again.

I glanced over my shoulder to see him peeling off his own shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and a deep, barrelled chest, covered in curly grey hairs, but not an ounce of fat on him. No wonder