“Please Bernie, I want you to spank me. Please tan my naughty bottom for me.”
Bernie was momentary stunned again. “Tan my naughty bottom for me?” Oh yes, he liked that. “Fuck yeah! Sexy, filthy, naughty little minx.” He thought. He spoke. “Are you ready?”
Robin sobbed and writhed on Bernie’s lap. “Please oh please…”
“Okay then sweetheart. Remember the rules”. The spatula landed on Rob’s left buttock. The smacking sound it made was surprisingly loud. The spanking began. Smack…. smack…. smack…. smack…. smack… Bernie took his time, slowly spanking each buttock, 5 whacks to the left, 5 to the right, 5 to the lower parts of each buttock, then again, slowly and deliberately, carefully, almost scientifically.
Rob began to wince as the spatula landed again and again. “Ow, fuck, ow, Jesus, fuck, this really stings! How long can I take this?” he thought to himself.
“You okay”? Bernie asked as he spanked, noticing Rob wriggling and humping. He could hear Rob gasping quietly.
“Green! Green!” was the only reply. Bernie chuckled.
“Naughty boy.” He said mildly.
Time passed and for a while the only sounds were the smack of the spatula and the little gasps Rob made. Around half a minute later Bernie speeded up his spanks. Rob continued to wriggle and hump his lover’s legs. He began to sob as the spanks landed. “Yellow” Rob said. Bernie slowed his smacks.
“Hard or softer?” He asked
“Yellow, Hard, Slow!” Rob hissed in pain, his bottom really blazing and sore now. “I need this, I need this” he thought frantically. “I need to see this through. I’ll be brave”… Rob sobbed, whimpered and cried out “OW! OW!! OOWW!!! The slow, rhythmic, fierce and relentless spanks landed for another minute and Robs bottom sizzled agonisingly. “Red!” Rob cried and the spanks stopped immediately as Bernie threw the spatula to the floor. Bernie inspected his handiwork, examining the fierce angry sore red of his boyfriend’s buttocks. Rob was still sobbing over his knee. Bernie rubbed, kneaded and pinched at the sore inflamed flesh.
“Oh god oh please oh god oh please Bernie….” Rob rolled and fell onto the bedroom floor. He got up and sat next to Bernie on the bed, wincing, as the bed made contact with his sore bottom. “Oh my god. Bernie, I love you! My arse is so sore! He looked at Bernie, his face shone, a picture of joy. “Oh my god, thank you so much! My big bad burning Bernard!”
Bernie closed his eyes overwhelmed. This sweet, adorable, beautiful man! “My naughty Rob, my sweet Rob” Bernie murmured, kissing him passionately. Rob gave Bernie a mischievous grin. His hand wandered over Bernie’s trousers caressing Bernie’s rock-hard cock through the material of his jeans.
“Mr Burning Bernard, the spanker of my bottom, your penis looks really, hard. Would you like me to do something about that?”
Bernie whined. “God I’m going to come in my pants if I’m not careful” he thought.
Rob dropped to his knees at Bernie’s feet. Bernie gulped, his arousal through the roof. He nodded “Rob! My god, Rob…Yes!” He pulled off his jeans and underpants, which Rob could not help but notice to his delight, were soaked with pre cum. Bernie gently pushed his beloved’s mouth down onto his penis.
Rob laboured lovingly at his boyfriend’s stiff manhood, he sucked the head of the glans, and he worked his mouth up and down the stiff shaft. He licked and he worshipped, his face a mask of passion and submissive bliss. Rob’s bottom blazed, red and sore, his mouth stuffed with hard cock. Bernie could contain himself no longer. His orgasm crashed over him and moaned loudly and spilled his semen into Rob’s waiting mouth. He swallowed it all, moaning with pleasure and collapsed into Bernie’s lap. There was a silence as they both recovered themselves.
Bernie caught his breath. “Good boy Rob” he said. “Very, very, good boy Rob!”