Tom peered across at his roommate stretched out on the bed opposite. “Have you ever been spanked?”
Jake stared up at the swirling ceiling, “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean? Spanked.”
“What like …” he trailed off, unable to think of an example.
“Like, come here you naughty boy, bend over my knee. Smack. Smack. Smack.”
“Oh.” A long pause. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?”
“Isn’t it something you’d remember? Pushed over the back of the chair. Trousers taken down. Walloped with a belt.”
“Oh, I see.” Jake closed his eyes to stop the room moving around.”
A long pause.
“Of course, they can’t cane you at school. Not anymore. Not for years, actually.”
“They used to do it all the time. Six-of-the-best on the arse, y’know.”
“Yes.” A very long pause. “Years ago,” Tom sighed wistfully.
Jake risked opening his eyes again. The room seemed a little steadier now. He turned and rested on his elbow. “Why?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Why not?” A very pregnant pause. “I want to spank you.”
Jake snorted. “Spank me! Why what have I done?” he rolled on his back in fits of giggles.
“You don’t have to have done anything, but it’s better if you have.”
“Yes, if you had been naughty,” he gagged a little.
“Have I what?”
“Been a bad lad?” A long pause. “Missing lectures. Drunk. You pissed in that shop doorway the other night.”
Jake couldn’t control the giggles, “I’ve been a wery norky likkle boy.”
“Good, then you should be spanked.”
“No thank you!”
“Go on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun! You’re blasted. No way!”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“Yeah right! You try it.”
“Alright, come here.” Tom hauled himself from the bed and lurched across the room.
“No, no, I was joking,” more giggling.
“You should be spanked.” Tom gripped Jake by the arm and forced him to his feet. Tom stumbled back onto the bed, his buttocks bouncing on the heavy mattress. He pulled his roommate face down across his knees and slapped the palm of his hand hard into the seat of his heavy cotton shorts.
“Geroff!” Jake wriggled and writhed, his piercing giggles rebounding around the tiny dorm room.
Tom spanked on and on. “Nah, this is useless. You can’t feel a thing.”
“I can! I can!” Still giggling. “Ouch, ouch, ouch.”
“Get up.” Tom helped Jake to his feet. Satisfied that he wasn’t himself about to topple to the floor, he reached across to a shelf and grabbed the clothes brush there. Then, in a single movement he pulled Jake back over his knees and dragged him so his legs were spread out across the mattress.
“That’s more like it,” Tom sang. “Now let’s get these shorts down.” Jake gave no resistance as Tom bared his bottom.
“It’s not a proper spanking unless it’s on the bare.” He bounced the wooden brush into Jake’s chubby buttocks.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” the cries were genuine this time.
In the room next door, Ted’s ears pricked up at the sound. And shortly after, so did his dick.
Picture credit: Skaterspank dot com
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