Spanked by a Policeman

ALAN is about 40.  He’s 6’3" tall, weighs about 190 lbs has short-cut dusty blond hair and is a very hunky attractive man.  I was introduced to him through a friend and found him immediately extremely attractive.  He is a serving British police officer and has a very straight manner. The only draw back for he is that he lives quite a fair drive away from me but a trip to Alan’s is always unforgettable and worth every minute of the time it takes.

Alan is a hand-spanker.  I have never known him to use any implements at all and yet he can reduce me to a blubbering wreck just with his  incredible right hand.  I’ve never known a man who can spank so hard and consistently for such a long time but our meetings are just sensational.

Having arranged a day I will set off early and drive down to the north of England.  All the way my stomach will be churning, for I know that on the way back I’ll hardly be able to sit in my car.  When I arrive at Alan’s home I know there will be no preliminaries so I often sit a while in the car a few blocks from him just collecting my thoughts ... and then I ring his doorbell.  Alan will open the door, look hard at me and either say "Get in!" or will just grab me, sometimes by the collar or even the ear, and pull me in.  "Get up to my bedroom!" he’ll order.  At this point I am inclined to start crying almost, or beginning to offer "excuses" if some muttered kind but I know it’s useless in real terms so I mount the stairs into his bedroom.  Alan will follow.  He doesn’t "play games" in his police uniform except as a favour to me and I consider it a great honour that he’ll be wearing his rough dark-blue police trousers and uniform white shirt when he deals with me. [No other of his ‘lads’ is accorded this he assures me.]  He’ll come in close the door and come to where I’m standing with my head hanging.  We don’t make up any scenario, but he’ll just say something like, "You have been a very naughty lad, and I am going to TAN your backside good and proper for it!  What do you have to say for yourself ?"

"Nothing, Sir."

"Nothing ?  Nothing!  You’ll be saying  plenty before long I can promise you.  Now get over here."

Alan sits down on the bed and I go and stand in front of him.  His hands will go to my belt and I’ll make a token attempt to interfere which will result in my hands being slapped and my being told to put them on my head or the likes.  Now I begin to plead. "Sir... Sir, please sir... I won’t do it again.  Sir I know I’ve done wrong you don’t have to ..."

"Don’t have to what ?"

"Sir you don’t have to spank me."

"I’m not going to spank you, lad, I’m going to TAN you - and tan you till you can’t sit down for a week!"

My whimpering becomes louder, but by now Alan has got my  pants open.  With Alan there are never preliminary build ups and he always spanks on the bare skin.  But he’ll pull my pants down and leave me standing in my underpants with my trousers at my ankles for a few minutes while he tells me off more, reducing me to the state of a very  anxious small boy.  "Now step out of your trousers " and, of course, I do, kicking off my shoes.  I feel very vulnerable.  Alan’s hands will go to the elastic of my underpants and pause there for a moment while he says, perhaps, "You’ve had this coming for a long time, boy, and you’re going to feel it!"

Knowing that this is all too true my heart pounds as I feel my briefs being pulled down and off.  I usually have a ferocious erection at this stage which Alan totally ignores.  He is down to business at once.  I go across his left knee and his right leg goes over my legs to fix me down.  A second or two only then:  SMACK!!!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMAAACK!!!  And so it begins.  Alan’s first smack is as hard as his last, there is no build up, and it hurts worse than any paddle, slipper or strap I know of, or at least at the time it seems it does.

Now I am no stoic, I YELP, I howl and I eventually break into uncontrolled sobbing.  After perhaps a hundred swats like these, sometimes left/right/left/right, sometimes all on the one buttock, sometimes right down on the thighs or at the join of thigh and buttocks, each leaving a scarlet hand print and falling about one a second, I defy ANYONE to remain silent.  No, my eyes stream after a time, my nose runs, I can hardly draw breath, but it makes not a jot of difference to Alan.  He sees one brat across his lap and he’s going to spank the brattishness out of that boy if it’s the last thing he does.

Eventually, a LOT of smacks down the line, it stops.  I an told to get up and am made to stand facing the corner with my hands on my head.  I long at this moment for it to be over, but Alan is just allowing me a cooling-off period.  He knows that much more spanking and my whole bottom would go numb and he doesn’t want that, so I’m cornered and left to recover my composure and for my bottom to cool a bit.   But no matter how long it is - fifteen minutes, perhaps, it’s never long enough.  I never get a hardon during my spankings themselves - I’m too sore and too focused on the pain for that, but standing in the corner, with my behind scarlet from almost my knees to the small of my back, my cock grows and grows.  How I would love to touch it and to tough my welted bottom --- how I know better than dare either!!

All too soon Alan is back there. No matter how I answer his questions, how I grovel, how ever many sirs and other respectful words I throw in  it is never enough, and I am back across those rough police-pant legs.  I get about five seconds just to revel in being there, to feel my cock begin to stiffen against his muscular warm leg, and then SWAPPP!!! Down fells that hand, a yelp escapes my lips and we’re off again. 

I don’t know how many spanks a full session with Alan involves, many many hundreds because we will have three or four breaks and then the same again.  Each time I am reduced to a complete wreck, eyes streaming, breath coming in gulps, tears and snot running down my face.  I am reduced to the epitome of a totally and thoroughly punished small boy --- and I LOVE it!

Eventually it will come to an end.  I’ll know this because I’ll get a particularly hard flurry of spanks which will cover the whole area of my bottom and thighs in a very rapid pace and then they’ll stop.  Alan leaves me across his lap for several minutes, often not even touching me, just examining his handiwork.  My bottom will be scarlet at the edges and deep blue at the middle and a pattern of finger marks and red bruises will lace my whole buttocks.

After this it is time for me to show my appreciation.  Alan eases me off his lap and I fall to my knees on the floor,  He stands in front of me and I am accorded the ultimate privilege of letting my hands go to his trouser waist, unfastening his pants and easing them down to mid thigh.  Now I don’t exaggerate nor do I allow my awe for the man to interfere when I say that Alan  has perhaps the thickest cock I’ve ever seen.  He is a physically big man and this is reflected in not the longest cock I’ve ever seen but in the thickest.  He has massive balls too, covered in blond hair.  Whenever I have the honour of letting his trousers slide down I am astonished anew at the size of the basket straining the front of his briefs.  Simply to ease these down would be to waste so much opportunity to show my respect for this man, so I tongue his balls and cock through the white cotton for a long time before I finally ease the briefs down [not easy in itself given the size of the stiff meat in them!]  Finally, after licking his thighs, and his balls thoroughly, and then take what I can of his big thick cock into my mouth.  It is so big I can only just get my full mouth round it but I tongue the head and slit with all I can give, and the effect is appreciated.  With some guys I’ve had to be threatened with, or have received, further beating to force me to perform this part better, but I never need this with Alan - it’s a sheer joy to do.

After this most guys want it all finished, but this is where Alan is really different. At this point he’ll ease me up, strip me naked, throw back the bedclothes and slide me in.  Then he’ll go, have a shower, and come back in with his tube of cream and gently soothe my raw bottom.  His fingers will cover my whole bum and inevitably a finger will slide into my butt hole.  But it’s more the tender way he assures me that "it’s all over.  It’s all better now.  You’ve been spanked and now your a good boy again."  He’ll kiss me gently and then his great hand will circle my cock and he’ll gently bring me off while I’m in his arms.