learning!

My first stroke was quite gentle; I wanted to feel that firm flesh. Chris visibly relaxed so was not ready for my second, which was hard, and across both cheeks. SMACK! He gasped and clenched his buttocks tightly. The next two were as hard and on the same spot. SMACK! SMACK! Already those fair buns were beginning to colour up.

My next were angled to where those firm mounds rose proudly from his tanned thighs. He grunted on each and thrust his pelvis into my thighs. Again and again I slapped his bottom; each slap followed by a grunt the pelvic thrust. His bum was now bright pink so I turned my attention to the backs of those strong thighs. SLAP on the right thigh, SLAP on the left thigh. These elicited an 'Ahhh' from the young man, clearly in pain.

Back to the buttocks, now hard and fast and he started to squirm on my lap, still grinding his hips into my legs. Was I imagining it or was there a strong growth burgeoning between my thighs?

Mercilessly, I continued to pound his red-hot cheeks, my own hand beginning to hurt now. But, no, I wasn't imagining it. The bugger was getting a hard on!

At last, I told him to get up.

He struggled a bit, with his jeans around his ankles and pants around his knees so couldn't hide his massive erection, standing to attention. But he eventually got up and stood there, jeans and pants around his ankles, hands cupped in front of his groin, only a T-shirt for any sort of dignity. He looked thoroughly miserable, tears beading in his big blue eyes. But erections don't lie.

"It looks like you enjoyed that. But I haven't finished with you yet, young man. Step out of your jeans and pants, take off your T-shirt and turn round." I wanted to inspect my handiwork.

Silently, he obeyed.

It was a beautiful sight! His broad shoulders, flawless, tanned back tapering down in the classic V shape to his slim waist and hips. His red, shapely bubble butt atop his strong, long thighs.

"Bend over the arm of that chair", I ordered, legs spread. He was utterly compliant by now and did as I commanded.

I could see the back of his ball sack between his legs and the pretty pink portal to his innards in the hairless crack between his buttocks. With my hand firmly on the smooth flesh of his waist, Chris was again entirely at my mercy as I resumed his spanking. SLAP on his left cheek, SLAP on the right cheek, one on the back of each thigh.

But my slaps were not so hard and I let my hand linger, enjoying the feel of his hot flesh, my fingers wandering between the crack towards the puckered pink ring, which I was going to enter…later. Chris was squirming again, grinding his pelvis into the padded arm of the chair. This was excitement, not pain. However, he had more pain to come.

"Stand up, face that wall, about 2 feet in front of it. Put your arms straight up above your head and lean against the wall."

Chris obeyed, no attempt now to hide his long thick penis, reaching almost to his belly button in the centre of his flat, hard stomach.

I kicked his legs further apart. In this position, his bum was jutting out, an ideal target for the belt.

I took off my own