POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was in college, just turned 18.
For a year, after I came across spanko magazines, I was in love with the idea of being spanked.
But, I had yet to experience a real one.
I tried my hand at self spanking, when there was opportunity.
Which is to say, not much living with my parents, and here in college, I did have a roommate, but he was gone quite often, being handsome, hetero and quite popular with the girls.
He often tried to regale me with stories of his conquests, until I finally told him, I didn't want to hear them.
"What, you gay?" he asked.
"No, just ... a little jealous, and I really want to wait to get to know a woman before I engage in sex, and not just go for the one night stands."
He accepted that, and quit telling me his stories.
I had a car, a cell phone, a laptop.
One night surfing the web for new and different spanko porn, I came across STH, a hook up site for men spanking men.
I posted a profile and continued surfing.
An hour later, I got a message from an older guy, oriental, saying he would be glad to give me the spanking I wanted.
I wrote back, telling him my availability base on having night classes, a lot of day classes.
He wrote back, asking about Thursday evening.
I said, "Sure."
So, with a bit of apprehension, I drove to Eagle Rock, and parked,and went to the front door.
He opened it, introduced himself as Long, from South Korea.
He led me to his study
There was a queen size bed, with a pillow squarely in the middle of it.
"So, what you like?"
"I want to be caned, only."
"Good, I like canes. So, you get naked?"
"Can we start ... on my white briefs?"
"Okay, we start there."
I stripped down to tighty whities, and got on the bed.
"Okay, I film?" he asked.
"If I can have a copy."
"Okay," he said, setting up the camera to go.
Then, I felt the light tap of a cane on the seat of my briefs, then a medium stroke that shot a jolt through me, and I yelped.
Then another ... and another, and another, and I was feeling the sting.
Then he pulled on my briefs, pulling them down, and off my feet.
The cane tapped my bottom, then stroke after stroke landed, as I wiggled and yelped.
He switched to a thicker cane, and hit my bottom with that, as I groaned and grunted.
Then he switched to his thickest cane, and swung, and I gasped...and I yelped ... and I moaned...
And I sobbed quietly, then quite loud.
"I stop now?" he asked.
"NO!" I said through tears, "Please keep going."
He continued with hard swats, and I continued sobbing.
And he stopped. "Your bottom very red, and just a little blood."
I moaned, "Could be worse, somehow."
He dabbed alcohol on my bottom, and held tissue on it until the little bleeding stopped.
"You be all right now."
I slowly got up, and winced when I tried to sit, so I stood, to step into and pull up my briefs, with a very weak smile.
"You like?"
"Very much," I said.
"You want to ...?" he asked, looking down at his crotch.
"Sure," I said.
He pulled down his pants and briefs, and sat on the edge of the bed.
I got down on my knees between his spread legs, and he said, "No hands."
I nodded, and put my head to his crotch, and took his small hard penis in my mouth, all of it, and began sucking it, moving my head up and down like he was fucking my mouth, and he moaned loudly, then spurted in my mouth, and I swallowed it all.
I looked up at him; he had his eyes closed and said, "Mmm you suck good."
"Thanks," I said, standing up, and I gathered my clothes to get dressed.
"Come again, sometime?" he asked.
"Um, next week?"
"Same time, here?"
"Yes, sure."
He smiled and nodded and walked me to the front door.
Back in my room...
George wasn't around; he was usually out late if he came back to the room at all.
I was happy to be able to strip down and wank while looking at the reflection of my welted bottom in the mirror.
The next morning, gym class.
No point in taking a shower before gym.
I usually wore shorts and t-shirt to the gym, and carried a bag of street clothes so I could shower there and change.
I deposited my bag in my locker, and went into class, which today was basketball.
Afterwards, I went into the locker room.
Most of the guys went back to their dorm rooms to shower.
There were just a few of us there.
I stripped down to shower, and saw one guy give me a strange look as I walked passed him.
Back at my locker, naked with my towel around my neck, I was opening my locker, when Ted came up to me, and whispered, "What happened to you?"
"Huh?" I asked.
He said, "Your ass..."
I'd forgotten about it. "Oh. Heh. I got a caning, last night."
"Geez, what did you do?"
"I yelled a lot, might have even cried a little."
"No, I mean, to deserve it..."
"Oh, nothing, I met a guy online on STH, and, well, asked for it."
"Oh, you mean ... you wanted it."
"Yes, yes."
"You enjoy it."
"Um, it hurt like a sumbitch, but yes."
"Well ... I was the only guy I knew until now that enjoys being spanked..."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe, we can get together sometime, and ... you know, switch off."
"Yeah ... but ... my roommate never leaves the room other than classes and dinner...."
"Well, my roommate is gone most evenings, and goes home like every other weekend. You can come over anytime, like we're doing homework, and if he is not around...."
"Yeah. Like, after dinner tonight?"
"Sure."
"So, what do you mean by, switch off?"
"Oh, one time, I'll spank your bottom to a nice red, then the next time we'll switch, and you spank me."
"Ah yes. Good."
He came over after dinner.
I said, "George has already left, gone home for the weekend."
"Oh good."
I turned on the radio, quite loud.
"Strip to your underwear," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He stripped to blue jockey briefs.
I took him over my lap, and applied a long spanking with my hand to his brief covered bottom, as he moaned quietly at each slap
Then I took down his briefs, to his feet, and I began slapping his bare bottom and he moaned louder, as his buttocks turned red.
"Now get up,"
He did, showing the start of an erection.
"Jerk off while I watch."
He looked, well, surprised, but began stroking his penis, and in a few minutes spurted into his hand.
I handed him tissue to clean up, then I pulled out the wooden hairbrush I had, that I used for self spanking, and said, "Back over my lap."
His eyes got big, as he went over my lap...
And he moaned and grunted and kicked as I smacked his bottom, hard.
I heard sounds of near-sobbing, and I stopped, and left him in place, rubbing my right hand over his very red bottom.
Then I pushed him to stand in front of me, rubbing his buttocks, and I tugged my pants and shorts down, showing my rigid penis, and I pointed at it.
He nodded and went down on his knees between my spread legs, and his mouth went to my cock, and he got to sucking and stroking my dick and balls with his hands, until I spewed in his mouth.
He lurched back, wiping his mouth with his hand.
"Never tasted cum?" I asked.
"Not ... someone else's."
"Eh," I said, "It's all the same. I will do the same for you when it's my turn."
"Nice," he said, still grimacing and rubbing his butt.
I pulled my shorts up, then undid my shoes, and took my pants the rest of the way off.
"What up," he said, retrieving his briefs and putting them on.
"I'm ... going to bed."
"Oh. Guess I should be going."
"Well, if you're ready for sleep, you can sleep right there, George is not coming back. If you're not ready to sleep, like me, then kindly be on your way."
He thought about it a minute, then continued dressing.
"I'm kinda awake, might get some homework done."
"Okay," I said, getting up to turn down the radio.
"Again tomorrow?" he asked.
"Sure, but I like to go to The Diner first thing on Saturdays."
"I like that place, I could go with you."
"Fine, call you about ... 8?"
"Okay," he said and he departed.
I turned off the light, and got in bed.
POOF! I was back in my living room.
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