Living with the Brat

                      Author : Geoff gnomestud@hotmail.com  

Living With The Brat

Since that night at the lake when Brett taught me a lesson and revealed the side of his life that included sex with men, we had spent a lot of time together and became more than fond of each other. Eventually we decided to move in together, posing as just mates for the benefit of our friends, but living as a couple behind closed doors. It has been three years since the night he first flogged me in “the shed”, and on several occasions he has found it necessary to redden my arse cheeks once again. As he had promised that night three years ago, he introduced me to “the sticks”. On each occasion, after soundly flogging me with the paddles and strap, I received three strokes of the cane and three more with the switch, the latter being the most painful experience I have known. At the conclusion of the floggings he always severely fucked my burning arse while I was secured to the bench. Afterwards in bed he would tenderly caress me and tell me how he loved me and we would make love all night. He would tell me how all men should be flogged when they stuff up as it was the best way to correct character flaws and keep a man on the right path, no exceptions. As a policeman he felt this would solve most of the problems with society.

One day Brett came home and told me that he and his partner were being investigated by internal affairs for taking a bribe. The investigation took about a week and was dismissed on inconclusive evidence. At home on the night after the verdict I asked him to tell me, truthfully, about the incident. He told me how he and his partner Dave had stopped a guy for speeding. Turned out the guy was a friend of Dave’s father and he offered Dave and Brett a hundred bucks each to let him go. Brett became emotional and said that he tried to talk Dave out of it but Dave had said that it was only a hundred bucks and to take the money and shut up about it. With that Dave stuffed the hundred dollar note in Brett’s pocket and they carried on with their duties. Brett’s eyes were misty now as he related the story to me and it was obvious that he was ashamed of the events that took place, even though he had not wanted to participate in the bribe, he had allowed it to happen. I felt so sorry for this man I love who was struggling with his shame. Shame that only his lover knew about.

Holding his hands in mine I kissed him deeply, then whispered, All men need to be flogged when they stuff up”. With a horrified look on his face he nodded and we prepared to make our way to the lake. Brett had an appointment at the shed.

We arrived at the lake and went straight to the shed. Once inside Brett needed no prompting and stripped immediately. Again it was a warm night and I removed all but my jocks as he waited by the bench. I told him to assume the required position on the bench and he did so immediately. I secured his wrists to the front legs of the bench followed by his ankles to the back legs. I opened the drawstring bag suspended under the table to put his genitals in and pull them forward out of the way. His huge cock was rock hard and I struggled to cram it in the bag. Pulling the bag closed I drew it forward and secured it so as not to harm the crown jewels. I was ready now to flog my lovers bare arse for the first time. My own cock was rock hard, struggling to stay inmy jocks. I was very excited at the prospect of flogging Brett’s arse after all these years, but also sad that I was about to cause the man I love such pain. I told him that what he had done was wrong and that he must pay the price, he tentatively agreed. I told him that he would be soundly flogged in the tradition of his father and grandfather and that no matter how much he screamed it would not end until his lesson had been well learned. Trembling , he responded “yes”. I waited a few moments so as to allow him plenty of time to absorb what was about to happen, as I recall myself that this period preceding the punishment is terrifying as you wait for the inevitable and seemingly endless pain to commence. This was the first time that I had seen the bench in action from this perspective. It was simple but well designed. Brett was well secured and would not move about during his punishment. The sloping top of the bench sticking his bare arse high in the air. With his legs spread and secured the cheeks of his arse were parted and his shit hole exposed and vulnerable. All was now ready

With no warning I brought my hand down hard on his bare arse. Whack. He shuddered but made no sound. I concentrated on his right cheek. Whack, Whack, Whack. Then the left. Whack, Whack, Whack. Then the centre. Whack, Whack, Whack. He was moaning now. I brought my hand down heavily on every inch of his arse. Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack. Just enough time between blows to allow the full extent of the pain to sink in. Whack, Whack, Whack. I pounded his bare arse for at least fifteen minutes as he writhed in pain, groaning loudly as each blow struck. Pausing, I gently rubbed his bright red arse and reaching under the bench, felt that his cock was as hard as I had ever felt it. Mine was protruding through the piss hole in my jocks. I turned and walked toward the cupboard. Opening it, I imagined the distress he was now feeling as he peered under the bench, his arse burning, as he gazed on the instruments that were now to be inflicted on him. I took not one of them out , but all of them, and placed them on the bench beside his body. This left no question in his mind as to which weapons would pound his arse. He now was aware that he would be flogged with all of them, Leather paddle, wooden paddle, two inch strap, cane and switch. The realization of this made him struggle against the tethers that held him tight until he once again lay limp on the bench resigned to his fate. I raised the leather paddle high and brought it down on the already red cheeks of his arse. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Now he was crying out in pain, the shed no longer a childhood memory but a real physical pain. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.

I struck him thirty times with the leather paddle and then started on him with the wooden paddle. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. He was crying loudly now, begging for it to stop. I paddled his burning arse even harder. He got thirty strokes of the wooden paddle. I raised the strap high above his arse and as he cried out that he couldn’t take any more, it landed harshly across both cheeks and the tears streamed down his face. He writhed in pain and cried out in agony throughout the thirty lashes. I  stopped and moved to the side of the bench. Tears pouring down his grown mans face, Brett begged me not to use the sticks. I reminded him that he had told me that his father said if you had to be punished, each time it should be more severe than the last, and that he was no stranger to the shed. He pleaded for it to be over.

As I picked up the cane he cried uncontrollably, just as the nine year old brat had done twenty years earlier. I drew it back and brought it thundering down onto his arse. Whoosh... CRACK. Brett screamed like I had never heard a man scream before. I allowed nearly a minute between strokes to allow the pain to subside before hitting him again. The cane bit into his crimson arse cheeks five times. Brett was now a blithering, squealing, screaming mess. I knew he could not take another stroke. I picked the switch up off the bench and returned it with the other implements to the cupboard and closed the doors. Brett wept like a baby and thanked me for having mercy on him. I knelt before him at the front of the bench, the tip of my fully erect cock almost touching his chin. As he gently touched the head of my cock with his lips I kissed the back of his neck and his ear lobe. In the years we had been together, our sexual relationship had always seen Brett as the aggressive top. I had never fucked him. No man had ever fucked him. I now gently whispered, “ I am proud of you, you have taken your punishment like a man, but one thing still remains”. With this his lips gently slid over the head of my cock, as they had done so many times before, but this time it had a special meaning. He understood what was about to happen.

I moved to the back of the bench and began to rub the soothing cream onto Brett’s burning arse. With my free hand I released his genitals from the protective casing they had been suspended in for the duration of his flogging. His cock was beginning to swell at a very quick rate. He had asked me many times what it felt like to be fucked and while he had never progressed to actually asking me to fuck him, I think that now he was getting excited about what was going to happen to him. As I stroked his massive cock I began to probe his back passage , lubricating it with the cream at the same time. He moaned. I am not sure if this was due to the sensation of my finger inside him or because I was touching his flame red arse. I moved behind him and positioned my rock hard cock between his already parted arse cheeks, pressing gently at the opening ready for my assault. I reached between his legs and with a squeeze of his now fully erect cock, I plunged my weapon deep into my lovers virgin hole. He moaned loudly as I slid all the way in and he twitched when my pubic hair rubbed roughly on his aching arse cheeks. I stayed in deep for a moment or two to allow his tight virgin arse to get used to the size of my meat, gently rubbing his burning cheeks at the same time. I withdrew until just the head of my weapon was inside him before slipping the entire length back in deep. Each time I did this he groaned loudly. I picked up the pace and began to fuck my virgin lover, stroking his bulging cock all the while. Through the moans and groans I could now hear Brett saying, “fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me”. I began to really fuck Brett severely. He screamed “ yes, fuck me, give it to me hard, fuck me ahh yes I’m gonna blow”.  My own load was also ready and I plunged deep, my cock exploding, pouring gallons of my juice into Brett’s guts. His massive nine inches jumped in my hand and blew loads of hot cum up under the table, Brett screaming, this time with delight as his balls were exploding. I collapsed onto his back kissing his spine and slowly removing my cock from his well ploughed shit hole. I quickly removed the restraints and helped Brett to his feet. I held him and hugged him and told him how much I respected him for enduring the lessons he had just learnt. We lay on the bed for hours caressing and kissing. Finally Brett spoke. He thanked me for taking a tough stance and giving him what had been sadly lacking for the ten years since his father had passed away. We both knew now that our relationship was a two way street and that we would both be there to care for each other and take the necessary steps to keep one another on the right track. In those tender hours we also spoke about Dave and how he needed to be taught right from wrong. We began to plot just how we would teach Dave the lesson he just had to learn.