Bathhouse Blistering
Author : Eddie Knapps
An Eddie Knapps true life (mis)adventure
It had only been a week since my Uncle Matt, fed up with my laziness and
the fact we hadn't seen each other in nearly a month, had had to take me over
his knee. As always, he had given my poor bottom the real what for with the
wooden hairbrush. I was bellaring like a banshee long before he was done
with me, but my tears and protests and promises to do better didn't get me
out of the spanking I had EARNED, believe me. As usual, all my punishment
was on the bare, and, beyond whaling my rumpus, he had employed a number of
other punishments to remind me that--in his 50ish, married man's eyes--this
46 year old was nothing more than an "adult child," derserving of no more
respect than your average third grader. Beyond cornertime, Uncle Matt
decided I needed a GOOD enema to put me on notice he was in control of my
misbehaving fanny not only outside, but inside as well. It was down on the
bathroom floor with my flaming fanny spread wide in the air for the nozzle
and two quarts of warm soapy water, with another two quarts of cool water to
make sure I was "clear" afterwards. Looking at my red behind and my hairy
hole sticking up as he prepared my second douche, he remarked, "You know,
eddie, I think you've got entirely too much fur back there."
Well, you can imagine what that led to. After my second voiding and a
hot shower, he took me over his lap in the bathroom, where he spread my
cheeks, lathered me up, and used a safety razor to shave my bottom smooth as
a billiard ball. He made me look at it in the mirror afterwards, and with a
smirk, he remarked--"Nobody's going to confuse that bottom with a man's ass
for a while, kiddo." Little question about that! I looked at my hairless
crack and puckered anus, my buns as glassy as any little boy's, though my
observation was interrupted as Uncle Matt took me by the ear and hauled me
back to his bedroom for a further application of his hairbrush to what was
now, quite apparently, a brat's naughty rumpus. My tearful pleading had done
nothing to lower the price I had to pay for my misbehavior that day, as Uncle
Matt made certain I would carry with me for DAYS the colorful recognition of
my status as badboy.
Well, seven days later, and, despite the discipline I had received, I
knew I needed another "lesson" in good comportment. We big boys know,
embarrassing though it may be, when we need a little "tune up" from a
disciplinarian to remind us of our "brat" status. I knew Uncle Matt was out
of town, and Mr. B (my other regular dad) was also unavailable. Still, I
happened, that Friday afternoon, to be chatting on line with a man who, when
I mentioned the blistering I'd received only a week before, perked up and
said that he himself was a MAN WHO SPANKS! and would be only too happy to
give me a little encore that very day. We lived far away from one another in
the Metro Area, so we agreed to meet at a coffee shop across from The Tranqu
ility Spa in Centerline, where we could then go so he could teach me yet
again the cost of misbehaving.
As it turned out, he discovered he was iced in, though he didn't know it
when we signed off. When, after half an hour, he did not show, I figured,
well, what the hell, so I went to the spa anyway. I got myself a room,
stripped myself naked, grabbed my towel, and went to check things out.
The Tranquility is kind of strange in that I think at least 3/4 of the
men who go there are straight-identified. A lot are married. Most seem to
stop by mid-afternoon when the shifts change at the auto plants up the road.
They range from guys in their early twenties to those in the sixties, both
blue collar and white collar. They tend to walk around with their towels
cinched tightly around their waists, and many never even expose their cocks
in any public way. For the most part, they are looking for a quick blowjob
before going home to the wife and kids, though it has been my experience that
many of these average, hard-working, all-American guys can get into a GREAT
deal more if they have the opportunity.
For me, if I have to provide service to a MAN in order to get the
discipline I need, that simply goes with the territory when you're an adult
child. Many find spanking turns them on in a variety of ways, and, as
grownups, expect a boy like me to provide them with the relief they deserve
for having taken the time and trouble to spank me. At the Tranquility, I had
encountered various men who had no problem putting me over their knees, even
if they didn't normally employ corporal punishment in their daily lives, who
then afterwards demanded I bring them off.
Too indicate I was willing to do that, I, of course, went out to the
hall and paraded around with my towel over my shoulder so everybody could get
a gander at my still obviously hairless little bottom. With my furry chest,
legs, tummy, and crotch, the baldness of my behind is pretty apparently
something that has been imposed on me! The house rules actually say you
should wear a towel in the halls, but nobody has ever said anything to me,
and you could pretty well figure that--in the "house code"--those wandering
naked through the halls or even in the steamroom are available for MEN to use
as they saw fit.
Anyway, I went to the sauna. There were three guys there, including a
pretty hot-looking Arab somewhere in his 30s--extremely HAIRY--who was
playing with his cock under his towel. I stood there buck bare a minute, and
then, as he was sitting on the "upper shelf" of the sauna, came up to him,
bent over, and started to lick his feet. He let out a kind of sigh. I knew
that, for some reason, guys from the Middle East very much get into having
their feet worshiped, so I really started to work them over, sucking his toes
and tonguing his insteps, nibbling his ankles and tonguing the bones on the
top of his foot.
He continued stroking his dick. He was a southpaw, so his wedding ring
was catching the light as he pumped his wang. The other two guys were
pulling their cocks under their towels as well. I nuzzled my way up his
furry legs and opened his towel with my teeth. He had a huge, dark, dense
bush and a nice dick--6" and some. I kissed all around his crotch and then
started to lollypop his stick, and finally got around to really sucking him.
His prong was short enough that I could deepthroat it without too much
problem, so I soon was sniffing his pubes again and again. I'd break away
every now and then to polish his nuts, also very hairy, and finally stuck my
head down to work on the space between his balls and his asshole. He leaned
back immediately and put his hands around his thighs and pulled them up to
give me complete access to his manhole, which I had a little trouble finding
at first amid the dark forest of his crack. It was really warm and funky back
there, and his hole, unsurprisingly, was REALLY tight.
Getting his asshole rimmed seemed to drive him absolutely bonkers.
Suddenly, he stood up, turned around, and shoved his round and manly butt in
my face. That was OK by me. I rubbed my nose and mouth into his cheeks and
crack and tried as best I could to get my tongue up his asshole. The two
other guys were, by now, really yanking their dongs watching THAT. One
thing I have noticed about straight or married guys is that they LOVE to get
their assholes worshipped. I don't know if it is that they think it is the
hottest way to dominate another guy (all that locker room talk about "kiss my
ass!"...) or if they really dig how it feels and that women simply won't do
it.
Finally, I said to this hunky Arab, "Want to go to my room?"
When we got back there, where I had the hairbrush along with KY and
rubbers all laid out, he immediately pushed me down on my back on the
mattress and sat on my face. For the next 5 minutes, he literally wiped his
crack all over me like I was his own private piece of toilet paper,
occasionally slipping down to settle his balls in my mouth or shove his dick
down my throat, but mostly making me kiss his ass. I managed between
mouthfuls at some point to say something about what a bad little boy I was,
and, at those words, he pulled my legs up in the air and started to finger
fuck me while slapping my cheeks now and then. Still and all, as an
overgrown brat, it was apparent to me that this guy wasn't a MAN WHO SPANKS.
Finally, he crawled off my face, grabbed a rubber, rolled it on, spit on
his hand, and then RAMMED his steely dick right up my asshole with my legs in
the air like a girl. He gave me a pretty sound fucking really, stretching my
bald little boyhole every which way. Even if he wasn't a disciplinarian, he
was a MAN who knew how to PLOW!
After he porked me for a while, he said, "I want to come in your face"
and I said, "Whatever you say,,Sir!" With that, he yanked out his cock,
pulled off the rubber, stood over me and let fly with gobs of ropy spunk on
my forehead and face cheeks.
As soon as he shot, he seemed kind of embarrassed and split almost
immediately. That's often (though not always) how it is with married guys.
Still, there was no questin he'd been pretty hot and obviously dominant, but
my misbehaving rumpus was still unspanked in any real way.
After that rumplugging, I rested a little. My puckerhole had really
gotten reamed. But I knew my boybottom still needed a BLISTERING. So, I
paraded around the halls naked a little more and then went back to the sauna.
That's where I met Dan--6 something, 200 something, and, as I later found
out, a security guard at GM. He's the father of two boys, 40, blond hair and
brown eyes--mostly Polish. What I noticed first, however, were his BIG
hands. Jeez, there were huge, and well-furred on the backs and on his
knuckles. He had one wrapped around a MAJOR dick--7 inches and thick as a
tin can. There in the sauna, he just broadcast the message--I AM IN CHARGE!
As before, there were only 4 guys in there. Dan and me made eye contact
and, once again, just like the Arab, he was beating off, though his towel was
about half open. I went over to him, and, since he was on the lower benches,
kneeled down in front of him. As you might expect, he immediately let his
towel drop and SHOVED his hard, sweaty dick in my mouth. I have to admit, I
find it hot to be kneeling naked in front of a masculine MAN and worshiping
his cock as others look on. It shows the proper meekness and submission of
an adult child to a true grownup. Dan's dick was really veiny--I could feel
the pulse when I was sucking his babymaker--and he'd occasionally reach over
and push my head down farther to make me take every inch of it.
Like before, I finally said, "Want to go to my room?" and off we went.
There, unlike the Arab guy, he immediately noticed the hairbrush I had
brought and said, "What's that thing for?"
"I'm a brat," I replied simply. "Men use it to spank me when I'm
naughty."
He smiled broadly at that one, then sat down and put me to work on his
dick again. I hoovered his pole good, and also his balls, and even got a
taste of his security guard shitter, too.
Dan then said, "So you're a pretty bratty little boy, huh?
And I said, "Yes, Sir."
"I don't like brats, you know," he growled.
"Well," I said (brattily!), "there's nothing I can do about that."
"That's true," he chuckled, "but there is something I can do about it!"
Then he added, "I think a brat like you needs a good spanking."
In my head, I was saying, "Eureka!" But, out loud, all I uttered was,
"Oh, please, not that, Sir."
Dan simply smiled, and made me suck him a little while longer. Then he
said, "All right, boy, let's get you straightened out!"
He pulled me to my feet and turned me across his lap there on the
mattress. He started to spank my bottom with one of those immense hands of
his. Jeez! They were hard as stone and thickly callused to boot! He could
cover one entire cheek of mine with every swat! He had me squirming good
with just his meaty palm, but, soon enough, he picked up the hairbrush.
"Let's get down to business," he said.
He gave me a powerful smack, and I let out a whoop.
"That's more like it," he laughed, and then began to spank me in
earnest.
You can imagine the whacks he could deliver, big was he was. He swatted
me both with the bristles and the wood side, and had me wiggling like a 9
year old in nothing flat. When I dropped one hand toward my bottom, he
grabbed my arm and twisted it around up my back. Then he TRULY went to town.
This big Polish guy was obviously going to give this boy a whaling I'd NEVER
forget, and I was helpless to stop him. He was five inches taller than me,
at least, and outweighed me by seventy or eight pounds. For anybody looking
in, especially given the hairless state of my backside, it would have looked
like an angry father giving his junior high punk a FIRM reminder he was
certainly NOT too big for a good, bare bottom SPANKING!
And LOOK others did not long after. After Dan had whaled my bottom nice
and red with that hairbrush, he stopped and said: "I should drag you out
there and spank you in front of everybody!"
What was I to say? I mean, my fanny was already PLENTY sore, and, yet,
I had come to the spa because I knew I needed a real blistering, and an
audience would make it VERY real indeed. I was still gasping from squrming
around and kicking, but I managed to croak: "Oh, no, sir. Please don't
embarrass me like that. Please!"
As you might figure, that did it. Dan gave me another dozen VERY hard
swats, then yanked me off his lap and said, "Let's go!"
He opened the door and took me by the scruff of the neck. We were both
completely naked, and he was sporting a DRIPPING hard-on. He dragged me
through the hall and down to the TV alcove. There were a couple guys hanging
out there talking, and one guy watching the porn.
Dan handled the whole thing like a pro, as if it were the most natural
thing in world for him to be giving somebody a spanking like some deputy
dealing "unofficially" with the local juvenile delinquent back in 1955. He
sat down and hauled me over one knee with my rear cocked up in the air and
spread wide. Then, he got back to work with that hairbrush--sometimes fast,
sometimes slow, but UNREMITTINGLY hard! Four guys were watching--the older
duo who had been chatting, the porn viewer (40s?), and a young dude, maybe
early twenties, who happened to wander in and started pulling his dick so
hard he lost his towel, giggling and talking a blue streak--"Oh yeah! Shit!
Beat his little ass! Yeah! Oh, FUCK! Harder! SPANK HIM! Wow! Harder!"
Dan didn't have to be told twice. He administered one HELL of a
blistering to my bucking bottom! That hairbrush in his hand was driving
this boy positively CRAZY! I was bucking and yelping and kicking to beat the
band, my furless cheeks snapping open and shut to reveal to those observing
the back of my balls and my pink little pucker hidden between my FLAMING
buns. This was obviously a man who wasn't afraid to use corporal punishment
with a boy, regardless of how old he was.
Finally, he broke me. I was squealing and yowling and squirming, and
then came a rapid-fire sequence of 40 or so 50 BLAZING swats, and then my
nose was filled with snot and suddenly I was bawling my eyes out. My feet
must've been a blur in the air as Dan whaled the living daylights out of my
poor fanny! By that time, a couple other dudes had shown up to see what all
the ruckus was about, so now there were a half-dozen guys watching this adult
child get EXACTLY what we deserve when we misbehave.
While he spanked, Dan didn't talk, but that young guy sure did! "Oh,
MAN! Do it to him! He's CRYING! Oh, WOW! That is so HOT! Yeah! SPANK
HIS BUTT, MAN!"
And that is what Dad did--SPANK! Flopping frantically over his thigh,
feeling his throbbing hardon poking my belly now and then, howling like
banshee with my heinie ablaze, I thought fleetingly, "WHAT have I gotten
myself into!" I had thought at the Tranquility I'd get a little "tune-up,"
and instead I was getting an all-out, full-fledged, old-fashioned,
bare-bottom BLISTERING! Dan was as fully in control of my fanny as Uncle
Matt had been a week before. And, in addition, here I was making a total
fool of myself, dancing around like a crazy marionette and bawling my eyes
out as 6 guys stood around watching.
We were there a good 15 or 20 minutes as Dan making a total blubbing
MESS of me in front of everybody. I was yowling like a wildcat and kicking
like a billygoat! And Dan just kept up a thorough, methodical, and fiery
administration of discipline to my naughty behind.
Then completely spontaneously, he suddenly pulled me up off his knee.
My hands FLEW back to rub my burning bottom, and I was sobbing and
hiccoughing as I bounced from foot to foot, the perfect portrait of a boy who
had gotten too big for his britches, and who a man has just taught a VERY
hard lesson in the order of things.
"You get yourself over in that corner! NOW!" Dan shouted, and you can
bet I skittered over where he was pointing pronto! This guy was simply a
NATURAL disciplinarian. Maybe it was the police training, but--boy, oh
boy!--when he told you to do something, you did it if you knew what was good
for you!
"Get those hands behind your back. UP! In the middle of your back!
That's better!" Dan yelled.
There I was under the TV like a naughty boy, completely naked with a
ROARING red rumpus, having obviously just received what, for most boys of any
age, would be the SPANKING of his LIFE!
The young guy just kept giggling and repeating "Wow! Oh, WOW!" (I
think he was stoned), while the other guys stood there stroking their dicks.
I don't care what anybody says. Any guy, whether he is gay or straight,
ENJOYS watching a boy sprawled over a man's knee with his pants down getting
a good blistering.
Dan made me stand there a few minutes, then came over and put his hand
on my shoulder and pushed me to the floor. He stuck his hard dick in my face
and put me to work on his cock. So, after watching me flail over Dan's lap,
those autoworkers got to see me on my knees with my red bottom stuck out,
sucking the big dick of the man who'd just spanked me in front of them, as if
showing how GRATEFUL I was for being PUBLICALLY punished and humiliated. As
my face bobbed on Dan's pussypole, I was bouncing my body up and down, so
my fannycrack was opening and shutting, so my pink pucker was winking at
everybody from between my smooth and blistered cheeks, grabbing and pulsing
for all the world to see.
Dan finally let me up from the floor. Who should be standing there but
the Arab guy! He was grinning a huge grin, and gave Dan a thumbs up sign as
he led me back to the room. There, Dan tossed me down on the mattress and
proceeded to throw me a hot, hard fuck doggie style up my sore little rear.
It was a quick, deep ramming that had this boy blubbering in a stew of
pain/pleasure. As this towering security guard blew his load in the rubber,
I realized just how totally used and humiliated I had been. Who at the
Tranquility Spa that afternoon hadn't seen me, at some point, licking a man's
feet, used as a dickslave, made into an asskisser... AND, of course,
publically SPANKED held over a man's knee till I was kicking and squirming
and begging and crying like some NINE year old! A fine spectacle THIS adult
child had made of himself that day!
One PS, after Dan came and we talked a little (which is how I found out
about him, and, by the way, yes, he does spank his kids' bare bottoms on
occasion--they are 10 and 13). That was when I realized I had just gotten an
over-the-knee whaling from a man who, practically speaking, was a cop. I
said I wished he had had his uniform on when he spanked me. Dan laughed and
replied there had been more than one time when he was in his uniform he
wished he could have taken whoever was making trouble, yank his underwear
down, and paddle his ass as good as he had paddled mine!
As I went to shower off, I ran into one of the older guys who had
watched as Dan blistered me. He said he had not seen a spanking like that
since he was a kid, when his dad spanked his older brother. You can imagine
I asked for some details.
It was like l946 and his dad had just come out of 3 years in the
Marines. His sixteen year old brother acted up (didn't do chores) and Marine
dad pulled down his pants in front of the whole family and spanked his bare
fanny with a wooden cleaning brush till big brother (the eldest) was in tears
and absolutely beside himself. The guy said it scared the be-jesus out of
him at ten to see his big bro (who had been the "man of the house" in dad's
absence) flutterkicking and wiggling and squalling. We discussed the fact
that it was likely that dad was looking for a way to assert his authority in
front of the family again (Catholic--six kids). The guy told me his brother
had spanked him regularly when dad was away, always with his pants down, so
it sure appeared that Marine wanted to be sure that his eldest boy knew that
his father was, indeed, back!
On the way back to my room, I passed a full-length mirror. I stopped
and had a look. YEOW! My bottom was the color of a ripe tomato! I bent
over and cracked a smile (?), and could see Dan had managed not only to set
my buns in blazes, but my crack as well. My hairless, well-plowed pucker
blinked at me. No doubt about it, quite by accident, I had that day been
punished by a true MAN WHO SPANKS!