was teasing me as I had teased him.

Then, just as I thought I couldn’t bear the tension any longer a tremendous crack landed on my naked backside.

At first I only heard the sound and felt nothing.

Then Wow, did it sting!

Again, the vicious paddle landed on my bum, just below the first one. Again, the split second before I felt anything.

As Sir peppered my poor buttocks, each swat was punctuated by a word.

"Who," Swat, "is" Swat "a" Swat "stupid "Swat "boy?"

My arse and the backs of my thighs were on fire and my cock was rock hard.

"I am, Sir,"

"Promise me" Swat "you" Swat "won’t go" Swat "to that" Swat "place, again" Swat "on your own." Swat.

"Yes, Sir. I promise, Sir!"

He had stressed 'on your own'. Was he thinking of going there with me?

"Alright, you can get up, boy."

I got up, turned to face him, sank to my knees and took his beautiful hard cock into my mouth.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me off.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD SUCK MY COCK?" he roared.

"Nnno, Sir, Sssorry, Sir", I stammered.

Still pulling my hair he dragged me to my feet, sat down and pulled me over his lap, firmly holding my waist.

His leather leggings felt so cool against my thighs and pit of my stomach.

I knew what was coming next as he started to pound my backside - with his hand
this time.

If there were areas the paddle had missed, he certainly found them!

He opened my legs so he could spank the soft insides of my thighs.

He spanked the top of my bum, its bottom, its sides.

I squirmed with my cock rubbing against the leather till I thought my balls would burst.

"You," Spank, "will learn," Spank, "to do," Spank, "what you are told" Spank,
"and ONLY" Spank, "what you are told!" Spank Spank.

"Understand?" Spank Spank.

"Yes, Sir!" I was blubbing by this time.

"Now! Get back over that chair. I am going to fuck the arse off you!"

And he did just that, pulling my hair and slapping my backside as he did so. Again, we climaxed in unison.

Scene over, Mr. R. reverted to his kindly self and pointed me in the direction of the shower, whilst he got 'this ridiculous kit' off.

He joined me in the shower and as we leisurely soaped each other's body as I had
with Adam, he asked, "So what did you think of the paddle?"

"Well, it stung but I think I prefer the intimacy of the hand."

"Mmmmm so do I," as he patted my hot bum, "nothing beats the feel of hard, hot, male flesh."

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I had an early start and late finish the next day so I didn't get to see Adam. Come Saturday and Mr R. and I were on the touchline to watch Adam play soccer as promised.

He gave us a cheery wave as his team ran out onto the pitch. I must admit that seeing Adam and all the other guys in their shorts, flashing their chunky thighs was a real turn on.

After about 15 minutes, Adam scored a goal. Ignoring his teammates he ran over to us and threw his arms around my neck, his thighs around my waist.

As