I wasn't expecting it. I thought it was way to early but he was ready. I was taken completely by surprise. I walked in the door. He startled me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall. "It's time to pay for your transgressions while I was away."
I thought we were going to the bedroom but realized as we pass the entryway that we were headed for a different part of the house. We continued down the hall to the stairs leading down into the garage. It had been cleaned thoroughly and all three cars removed. 'Where did he put all our stuff?' I thought. It hardly mattered right now because what I saw in the middle of the now empty, dark garage troubled me. There were two ropes hanging from the ceiling with leather mittens tied on each end, a saw horse with a large pad on it and more ropes hanging onto it, a tall stool and a table full of spanking equipment. I looked at him then back at our new torture room.
"You left me no alternative. I have to punish you for what you did." He was dressed in loose fitting white pants and a tight fitting white ribbed tank. His tan skin glistened and took on an awesome contrast against the white material. His long, dark brown hair had grown several inches and was just touching his shoulders. My eyes shifted from his piercing green eyes to his swelling cock. "Jared are you listening to me?" I put my head down submissively. I hadn't heard a word he said.
"Strip," he commanded. I was nervous and twitchy as I took off my clothes. His cock was sticking straight out and tenting his pants now. Mine was growing rapidly. When I got down to my underwear he motioned for me to stop. "I like you like that," he said. I left them on. He went down to his knees and kissed my hard-on then moved toward the stool.
"Come over here and choose what you want to be spanked with." "Um . . . Please . . . I don't want to choose." "Ok," he said. "Then I choose this wooden one with the holes." "No! No! Ok, ok, I'll choose one." I picked out a small leather paddle before he could protest. "Fine then. We will warm up, then use this one, and then use the one with the holes." He patted me on the butt and pushed me toward the stool. Bend over the stool. I lay my chest on the stool, grabbed the legs of it and braced myself.
I gasped as the first blow came. It didn't hurt or anything but surprised me. Again his hand landed on my underwear-covered ass. As blow after blow came, my butt felt warm and I was so horny from the light, erotic spanking. I looked down toward my crotch and watch my cock dance around as he spanked me. He stopped in between swats to caress my ass and run his hand up and downs my hard-on. It was truly heavenly and I thought at the time that I would do whatever it took to get this kind of spanking. After 50 or so swats, I didn't really count; he stopped and told me to stand at attention.
My cock was really pressing hard against my underwear. He came near me and pinched the head and then yanked hard on it leaving it in a severely uncomfortable position not allowed to become completely hard within my underwear. "Please take off my underwear," I begged. He responded by swatting me really hard with the leather paddle.
"Bend over and we will begin your real punishment." Before I even made it down to the stool, a pain shot through my ass and radiated throughout the rest of my body. "Fuck, ouch," I screamed. I reached around to grab my ass as the second blow came. My hands got caught in the crossfire and began to sting. "Jared put your hands back on the stool." I learned a quick lesson. They were on fire and I wouldn't do that again. Three, four and five came. I yelped each time and began to tear up. The pain was so intense. He was serious.
I felt a tug on my underwear and looked down to see them being ripped off my body. My balls were caught in the way as he tugged and pain became unbearable. I stood up cupping my balls as the final rip came. I stood there naked and hard. My butt was on fire and my balls totally racked. He pushed me down toward the stool again. "Five more," he said. I bent over and took five licks. It hurt so badly. I couldn't help but cry from the pain.
"One, two, three, four, five," he counted out loud. I became enraged in agony, crying. I turned at him like an animal and shoved him across the room and against the wall, ripping his shirt off and kissing him. He pushed back and kissed me. We wrestled for dominance, groping and kissing along the way. He shoved me down to the concrete, pushed my legs up into the air, and pulled his cock out. "You're going to get fucked now!" As he slid his cock into my ass, I pulled him down toward me to kiss him again. He fucked me wildly. I shoved my ass as far up as it would go so that I could take it all. His balls slapped against my ass. Month and months of buildup were being unleashed on me as he pummeled my ass over and over again. He groaned in pleasure and within minutes pulled out and spewed his cum all over me. I rubbed my fingers in the cum on my chest and licked them as I stroked my own cock. He watched over me as I stroked. His body was perfectly chiseled and his abs and chest heaved as he caught his breath. Soon I came too mixing my cum with his.
"You may think you ended it Jared but your punishment isn't over," was the last statement he made before I kissed him again and took him upstairs to tell him we were going away for the weekend.