Auditor Spanks
Author: Scott CmndrScott@aol.com
I have been doing peoples taxes for quite some time now, as I am a payroll and tax specialist. Nothing upsets me more or really gets my dander up, than the shopping bag mentality. These are the people that for whatever reason feel that the only time they have to be concerned about the IRS is when I show up or the April 15th deadline is approching. Anyway enough of that.
I went to Matthew's house, my laptop in hand, on April 10th. I had warned him several times about his receipts. He was told that if his paperwork was not in order that I would refuse to help him out. This year was no different..
When I arrived, he was cordial as always, he offered me a beer, and we set down to work. I am very serious about my profession. He produced the ususal bag of receipts. When I got up to leave, he begged me to just help him out this one time more and that he would be better next year. (I've heard it all before) When I refused, and proceeded toward the door, he asked if there was anything he could do to make me stay. Throwing caution to the wind, I told him he needed to be more dicipliined and that obviously his father did a poor job at raising him. He got very defensive and asked what I meant. I laid it all out for him. When I was a youngster and had acted irresponsibly, I got the strap on my bare ass. And at least 30 strokes to boot.
"Are you saying you are going to give me a whipping" Matthew said
"No, just that, that is what my father would do to me when I acted like a brat and had other people clean up my messes, like you." I said
As I reached for the door knob, he said fine. He could not get anyone else on such short notice and that he would do anything I said to get the "god damn thing done".
Well, needless to say I started to get twitching down below. Matt was 29yo and worked out and had a great body. He was a beautiful boy/man (Most likely how he got what he wanted, when he wanted.) I said I would think about it, and so should he.
"Call me if you want me back. I'm not prepaired tonight"
Two days later I got the call. (He tried calling everyone in town I imagine)
"I'll take you up on your offer, but only if you promise to do my taxes"
"Fine, but remember your going to be paying the price for five years of this shit."
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I got to his place, and got down to work.
"Take off your jeans and shorts, first. He did as he was told. Looking pathetic, he approached me, to get over my knee. Did he really think it would be that easy.
"NO, get outside to the garage, this will be a real whipping not some little boy spanking"
Out in the garage there was his home gym. Still naked from the waste down, I bent him over the bench. His ass was beautiful, muscular and firm. I had brought my fathers strap, that I had felt so many times before.
"Are you ready for this?"
Yes, lets get it over with"
"Fine, you will get 50 from this old strap, and 20 from my bare hand. And boy, you better count them off, or we start from number one" I was loving it.
TWACK, I let the first loose. He gasped and I saw the damage right away.
"One, Sir" TWACK " Two Sir", Twack "Three Sir" TTWWAACCKK "Fuck me!, Four SIR" He was balling by 20 and I kept it up for the whole 50. There was no way he could take anymore. His ass was bruised and welting.
"I think that we'll stop now, boy but you still have 20 coming. Maybe you'll learn after this. Now get in the house, and lets get those taxes done."
Once in the house, he needed help he could barely walk, I made him stand in the corner with his hand on his head. I finished his taxes, and by the way, he got a refund of $1,120.00. I called him out of the corner and had him sign the paperwork, then took him over my knee for the last 20. He thanked me, and we hugged.
"I really deserved that, and thank you Sir"
I've done his taxes for the last 5 years and I have to say he's much better.
But, we have a new relationship now. He calles me when he tricks out or screws up something or another and I show up with my strap.
There is never any sex involved, but we both jerk-off after the thrashing is over. Once he called, and it had been only a week since the last time I reddened his ass, and although he still had marks from the last time, he took all 50 again.
I'm not sure where this is going, but I'll keep you posted.