Spilling Lemonade

Author: Steve

I was thirteen and new to the world.  I had only just been allowed out by myself without having to have my mother hold my hand everywhere I went.  Barely five foot tall, blonde hair and a really boyish face.  People were always mistaking me for being a couple of years younger and I had no friends.  

I was walking away from the shops when a neighbour of mine called me over and we walked down together.  He had two young sons of his own but we never played together in the street or anything, they were always out playing football and I hated football.  Anyway, Brian, my neighbour, asked me to help him indoors with a bag.  Hell, I didn't have anything else to do so it was good to have someone to talk to.  

I had never been in his house before, it was pretty much the same as mine but it's surprising how same houses can look so different with different furniture.  

"Do you want a drink of pop?"  he asked and I accepted, it seemed to be the neighbourly thing to do. 

"Here you are then."  

He gave me a tall glass of lemonade and it was full to the brim.  My mother would never fill a glass up - she usually gave me a plastic mug to drink from - and I felt so grown up that Brian had given me a full glass.  I took the pop from him but my hand shook, it was heavier than I expected, and some of the pop spilled over the brim.  

"You're a messy little boy, Steve, aren't you?"   

I looked at his face and the smile had turned into something that I hadn't seen before.  I had only spilled a little bit but Brian seemed to be really angry.  He took the glass off me and placed it on a table and then turned around, his face really angry now.  

"I'm sorry, Brian,"  I said, and stood up to leave.  

"Where do you think you're going?"  

I froze.  There was something in the tone of his voice that I didn't recognize before and he reached out his hand to stop me.  

I felt him grip hold of my t-shirt and pull me towards him, the t-shirt coming away from my white shorts as he gave an extra yank.  

"You are going nowhere til you've paid for the mess you've made, my lad."  

He pulled the t-shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor.  

"How old did you say you were?"  

"Thirteen," 

I stammered, feeling his hot breath close to my bare chest as he sat on the armchair behind him.  

"We'll see about that then, won't we?"  

Without any warning he pulled down my shorts.  I never words any underpants in the summer and, in just one movement, he was looking at my naked cock.  I felt so embarrassed and tried to put out my hand to cover myself but Brian was quick and he knocked my hand away.  

"Thirteen, you say?  And already you have a mass of hair."  

He started to touch my knob and my balls.  It was the first time anyone had ever touched me there and I felt myself getting hard.  I was only 4" long with a full hard on and had seen pictures of naked men in the past.  I knew that Brian must be enormous compared to me but he just kept touching me.  

I looked down at him and could see him grinning as he reached towards me, his mouth opening.  He closed his lips over my knob and started to suck really hard.  I felt my foreskin being sucked back to expose the end of my knob and it felt really painful because it was the first time the skin had ever been all the way back.  

"You are much bigger than my two boys,"  Brian whispered, and he reached his hand between my legs and over my little bum. 

"But you still have to be punished for making a mess."  

I was getting real excited by this time and wanting him to suck me again.  Instead, Brian pulled me closer to him and, before I knew what had happened, I was over his knee and he pulled my shorts off completely.  He started stroking my bum then with one hand as his other hand pulled down his shorts.  I could feel his knob against the side of my chest.  It was hard and felt really big.  I wanted to lift my head and look.  

"You keep looking down at the floor, my lad,"  he ordered, and his hand crept between my cheeks, opening them to expose my butt hole.  

The next thing I knew he was slapping me hard, first one cheek, then the next, then my butt hole.  I yelled out with each slap and the tears rolled down my cheeks but he kept on slapping, over and over again.  I counted 20, then 30 and still he was slapping, now concentrating on my hole.  I struggled to get off his lap but he pulled me closer, his knob now wet and pulsing into my chest, and he reached around, grabbing hold of my knob and balls really tightly.   

He reached 50 slaps and then stopped.  By this time I had stopped screaming and was crying uncontrollably.  He stood up and through the tears I could see his knob just below my mouth.   "Open up, boy,"  he ordered quietly and took hold of my head, pushing his huge knob into my mouth and into the side of my cheeks.  The pain in my arse started to go as I concentrated on his knob, sucking him as he had sucked me.  

"That's enough for now,"  he said, pulling his knob out of my mouth and I could see it clearly now, huge and thick. 

"Bend over that chair."  

"Oh no, Brian, not more.  Please!"  I begged but he pushed me over the chair. 

"I can't take any more."  

"You're a big boy now, Steve, and you can take it like a big boy.  These little slaps are for children.  Now you can really have a hiding."  

I looked behind me as he bent me further over and opened my legs wide.  My knob was hard and pulsing frantically, my butt hole was open and high in the air.  Brian reached down for his trousers and took off his belt.  

"This is what real men have,"  he whispered and I could see the smile on his face as he bent the leather belt in two and stood beside me, his knob only inches from my raised arse.  

He lifted his arm and the belt cracked against my bare skin.  The pain shot through my body as if he had stabbed me.  Again and again the belt came down, 30, 40 times and he never let up once.  He stood on the chair then in front of me, lifting the belt and cracking it down the centre of my arse so that it caught my butt hole and snaked between my legs into my balls.  The pain was almost unbearable and I tried to get up but Brian squatted down on my back and just kept hitting me with the belt.  

I had never been spanked like that in my whole life but Brian wasn't through.  

"My own boys have a cuddle after they've been spanked, Steve, but I think you are too old for a cuddle, don't you?"  

I was afraid to move from where I was kneeling in case he hit me again.  I felt his hand moving around my body and touching my hard knob.  He started to wank me then, slowly at first, pushing his knob into my butt hole.  I didn't think it would fit and there was no pain, he had spanked the pain out of me, and as he pushed in deep I came all over his hand.  Brian moved his knob about inside me, pushing as deep as he could and pulling out quickly so that he could push in again.  And then he came, filling my butt hole with his spunk, and his knob moved easily in and out.  

He let me stand up then, my arse red and stinging, my knob still wet with my own cum.  

"Let that be a lesson to you," he said, putting his shorts back on.  

"Thank you, Brian."  

"And if you are ever naughty again I want you to come straight around here, do you understand?"   I nodded and reached for my clothes. 

"I will,"  I whispered, hardly daring to talk.  

"Tomorrow afternoon, you will be here."  

I agreed, and dutifully turned up at Brian's house the following afternoon to tell him how naughty I had been.  

Now there is no Brian and no more spankings.  Ever since that time I have been looking for my own child to spank and wanting to teach the child how to spank me.  Brian would never let me use a belt on him but it was fun watching him bend over, my little hands slapping hard between his cheeks.  One day there will be a child for me to reprimand and I will have a lot to teach him.