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Topic: Shopping for a Spanking - MMSA story by Brians Sister and DMK (Read 757 times)

David M. Katz

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« on: June 12, 2019, 12:40:01 pm »
I live in a part of the country where domestic (and school) corporal punishment is still alive and well even in 2019. I was at my local Kroger grocery store because I wanted a special kind of BBQ sauce for a shoulder I was planning to smoke. ( I ended up with a lot more in the cart.) During that trip I happened to pick up on the signs of a spanking about to happen as a mother and son headed towards the restrooms. It was a nice diversion from an afternoon of grocery shopping. As it was an F/B situation, I thought Brians Sister might be interested in it for one of her Short Sightings installments. As I was composing the email with details to her a story just seemed to develop. Within 24 hours she and I had written a story. The end product has no resemblance to the actual event other than a 12 year-old got spanked by his mother in the family restroom of a grocery. I like our fictionalized version a lot. Please enjoy "Shopping for a Spanking" a collaborative effort with Brians Sister. https://malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=43609
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« Reply #1 on: June 12, 2019, 03:27:03 pm »
I enjoyed reading it, Dave. I'm curious about the collaboration: what parts did you write? The dad spanking?

David M. Katz

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« Reply #2 on: June 12, 2019, 03:39:59 pm »
Sister wrote everything prior to arriving in the garage. I wrote from there to end.
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Author’s Note: As a fan of everything Eton College, the boys lost in their semi-final race today at Royal
Henley Regatta today, July 2, 2022. Losing is a sure inevitability in spectator sports, so it’s up to this
MMSA author to take full advantage. Enjoy!

This was supposed to be a done deal. Yes, do more than just show up. But put usual effort into it and bingo,
you would come out a winner. In this case a regional baseball championship in the U17 category for the
mighty Tornadoes.

Everyone said so, everyone expected it. All but the other team, the Tornadoes’ opposition. Meaning the
Wildcats team with their loyal fan base from across the state.

But all the sixteen-year-old Tornado third basemen and shortstop, Charlie Pritchard and Calvin Monahan could
do now was to helplessly watch along with their fellow teammates. It was after all a pretty cool sight, the
entire Wildcat team monkey-piling on the pitcher’s mound screaming and yelling at the tops of their voices.

The Wildcats had won against the odds. The Tornadoes were really the superior ballplayers on paper, but
championships are not won on paper. They are won on the field of play mano y mano as they say.

You guys played great this year, don’t let this spoil your enjoyment of the season, Tornado Coach
Federline said unconvincingly as he too felt the sting of loss having just shook the hand of the winning
coach. The Tornado team with their family and friends quickly lost interest in spectating on the winning
side’s earned revelries and instead swiftly streamed back to the parking lot and their awaiting
transportations.

There was still the lion’s share of the rest of that Saturday late AM and all of the afternoon. The weather
was uncommonly mild for a late June mid-western day so it would be an irresponsible shame to waste it. That
and Coach Federline had invited all over to his spread for a post-game barbecue and pool party win or lose,
though the former would have been preferable.

Hey, no long faces now. You can’t win them all, Charlie’s dad, Steve, said calmly to his son despite
his own vicarious disappointment. Cal’s dad, Mike, nodding his agreement as they but lightly hugged their
sons to give them some space.

The boys’ moms did what moms always do. Hug, peck temples with neutral emotions. Younger siblings don’t know
what to say or do in such situations but observe the reactions of their elders, not really caring one way or
the other.

Steve! Mike! Richard Federline called over catching all their attention. The dads looked over, See
you at my place! smiling, desirous of their company as usual.

Now, if you’re a good dad you notice things about your son, the unspoken facial expressions and maybe
some quirky body language. Cues to mood and such. But if you’re a great dad you know to dig a little
deeper beyond the superficial and maybe anticipate solutions to your son’s life’s lumps and bumps and that
is what happened next.

Coach’s Federline’s call-over had made Charlie and Cal visibly wince. Just a little, but it was enough for
the two observant dads to notice. Boys? Steve asked to confirm his suspicions. Charlie looked at Cal
who confirmed their unspoken need and then addressed Steve, Maybe a little time alone before we go over
there, please dad? Charlie’s quiet response enough for Cal as well.

Steve nodded. So did Mike. We’ve got some stuff Rich, we’ll be over later, OK? Steve responded in a
loud shout back over to Richard who gave them a reassuring thumbs up. Just then a pair of sighs with swift
dissipated tension from both boys’ shoulders. Thanks daddy, Charlie smiled at Steven, who simply
nodded, Mike and Calvin exchanging non-verbal understanding looks.

Charlie and Cal climbed into the fat SUV’s far back bench seat by themselves. That despite the collected
begging from their much younger male and female siblings to sit with them. Not this time honey, one
of the moms quieted sibling agitation with ease. So, we must include the mothers with the fathers for their
unique bonding, love and understanding of their older kids’ needs as well.

Not only that, but as Charlie settled into the far left back bench position and attended to his seat-belt,
Cal plopped himself not into the right position, but instead onto the SUV’s middle bench position. An
effective hip-to-hip, purposeful knee-touching snuggle of sorts as he too snapped into his seat-belt.

As Steve cranked the SUV’s electronic ignition on, he snapped his seat-belt on and then looked up into his
rear-view mirror to check especially on the younger kids’ safety belts. But he purposely then glanced at the
far way back. His elder son’s bestie doing what the boys had been doing for a few years now by taking
advantage of the SUV’s triple seating configuration.

Steven just smiled. Most dads would never have noticed this tiny detail. He did because he knew, as did Mike
how Charlie and Mike were with each other for a while now. Steven then caught Mike’s eye who didn’t have to
look. He knew the boys’ ways just as well and but gave his fellow father a comfortable nod to sally forth.

Good call back there, loser-boy, Cal muttered, his hand already slowly rubbing palm down from his
thigh and over to stop on top of Charlie’s. Charlie appreciated Cal’s noticing his request for time alone to
their dads, but this sarcastically toned cocky loser-boy thing demanded its own response.

Me loser-boy? I thought this was a team effort bozo-the-clown. You know, win as a team, lose as a
team? his admittedly lame response pretty standard between them really. Charlie’s right palm not only
pressed down onto Cal’s, but his fingers slowly squeezed and captured, fingers starting to intertwine
between them.

A pair of quickened pulses started to race blood south. I was talking about those two errors you did in
the fourth inning you dumb-shit, Cal’s half-chuckle, half-hissing muttered tease concerning Charlie’s
two little goofs (ball-play defensive errors) that resulted both directly and indirectly to the other team’s
final winning score.

Charlie blushed but a little. It had always been their thing to give each other a bad time when things in
their lives together including on the ball field went a little side-ways or outright awry. Their knees
rubbed and not accidentally and then both made careful note that the younger sibs in front of them seemed
pretty much distracted meaning the coast was clear or sufficiently so.

Now, both pairs of knees spread, just enough. His on top of Cal’s, Charlie moved his hand first, swiftly
reaching into Cal’s groin. Found what he was looking for and started to squeeze the lump. Cal was right
behind him, his hand into Charlie’s groin also squeezing and not lightly.

Four eyes closed, two groins humped, two male members throbbed, but the boys kept things short lived having
realized that they were not far from home. Heart pounding Charlie leaned over into Cal’s ear: Guess I’m
in for it because of my shitty play today, he said provoking a bit of pre that would disappear into his
briefs.

Then it was Cal’s turn. He whispered back, You bet, big time! And me too for us losing the damn game,
Cal’s response and that too globbed a little liquid anticipation into his briefs.

But by the time the SUV drove into the large driveway signaling the end of the journey, they both were limp
down there. The moms marshaled the siblings into the house promising them sweet treats and a well-timed
swift trip to the awaiting play swings and equipment out back.

Thanks daddy, the Calvin’s sixteen-year-old softened voice purposefully used the five-letter version
of the usual three letter paternal word to show his appreciation for his father clearing the way to give
them some time alone. Steven simply nodded, and with him Mike as well.

From there things were rote, had been for several years now. Find some time alone in either bedroom however
that happened. Close and lock (if available) the bedroom door and get busy with the business of working out
the pent-up emotions and sexual tensions in the ways that they had discovered with and about each other
since about twelve years of age.

Losing sucks! Charlie finally cut loose with honest, verbal lip-pursing just after Cal had locked the
bedroom door, securing their privacy. Tell me about it! We both are in for it! Cal kind of growled
his displeasure as the pair started to strip down to their birthday suits from their baseball uniforms.

Out popped twin teen erections already starting to leak at the tips. The coin was obtained, the punishment
paddle at the ready, Call it, Charlie said with calm. Heads, Calvin replied as the coin was
now rotating rapidly through the air and then landed on the flooring, heads up.

It was Calvin’s choice to be punished first or go second. The boys’ personalities had always been pretty
close to the same save for small differences. But those can matter and, in this case, Calvin winced because
he hated choice. He preferred if Charlie took charge as he seemed to be better at such things.

Charlie knew this of course and sometimes wondered why they did the stupid coin flip at all. It was just
ritual in the end. Fisting the paddle, Cal just stood there a moment and this annoyed Charlie. Charlie
reached out and grabbed at the paddle, No I got this lump-head, I am going to paddle you good and hard,
get ready! Calvin’s kind of brusque tone a bit out of character.

But all this did was to make Charlie smile, turned him on a lot more as well. Charlie wiped the smile from
his face, strode to the middle of the room, bent over and grabbed his ankles assuming paddle punishment
position.

Proud of his newly-found decisiveness, Calvin walked over and stood right over Charlie’s positioned naked
body. He started to slowly rub the paddle back and forth upon Charlie’s ready, bare ass. Let’s start with
those errors. Five pops per error, Calvin chuckled the grin from his usual attempted exaggeration at
Charlie’s expense.

Ordinarily Charlie would utter his usual protest over way too many paddle licks per error or whatever it was
they were working out with paddle pops. Calvin waited for the usual negotiation, likely a reduction down to
three or two pops per error committed during the game.

But what Calvin had not realized was that Charlie was torturing pretty nastily over his poor game play at
the worst possible time. He needed relief from his wincing guilt and needed it now! Maybe a lot of paddle
pops followed by a good, hard and very sound spanking from his best friend in the whole world would provide
him necessary relief.

You got that right, bro. In fact, you should give me six per error. I fucking, fucked up at the worst
possible time today. Beat my ass black and blue! the intense sincerity of Charlie’s plea provoking a
sudden near toxic-empathy putting Cal’s already-to-burst full balls right at the edge of spontaneous
explosion.

Dude, Cal’s voice tremulous as his paddle holding fist dropped to his side. Charlie looked up and he
could see his best friend’s familiar dilemma. Dude, Charlie also said, his member right on the same
knife edge. Each could not remember anything quite this intense before today’s lost ballgame, so what now?

Um ... Cal ... let’s just ... Charlie was about to ad-lib a possible mutual solution of his own when
Calvin swiftly pulled Charlie up to standing and hugged himself into his best friend’s boned-up naked body.

All either boy could do was to tightly hug his hands and arms around the other’s neck as the twin orgasms
zapped through both of their bodies simultaneously. Needless to say, the space between their tummies
gush-layered with teenage semen over the next few seconds, enough goo that given some drying time the pair
might have to become conjoined twins.

My turn to say good call ... disgusting! Charlie’s giggling guffaw joined Cal’s as the pair fisted up
their briefs to sop up the exploded ejaculate from themselves and each other. Then they just stood there a
short moment, Twelve was always going to be too much you goof-ball. Hey, let’s do this, Calvin
proposed.

Charlie agreed and so first-things-first, both now milked of their excess sexual tensions, Charlie resumed
paddle-punishment position grabbing his ankles firmly. Calvin administered three very hard paddle pops to
Charlie’s ass, making him yelp on the last.

Calvin then took up his position, holding onto his ankles and Charlie administered to his best friend three
very hard paddle licks, Cal also yelping upon the last. There were no further coin flips for the next part
of the ritual.

Charlie pulled up the room’s armless study desk chair, sat and watched as Calvin lay himself face down
across Charlie’s knees. Knees together, ankles crossed Calvin arched his back to show his best friend his
vulnerability.

Without hesitation, Charlie raised his palm and began to blister-slap the entirety of Charlie’s bare ass,
turning its already red paddle-welted surface into deep crimson palm prints from crowns to sit-spots and a
bit beyond. No erection now for Calvin, the spanking was doing its job punishing Calvin for his part in
losing the game to the Wildcats.

By the time that Calvin was standing and vigorously rubbing at his tortured seat, his penis was already
re-erecting. But now it was Charlie’s turn. But what about the two errors that Charlie had committed during
the baseball game?

It was going to be really tough, but Charlie insisted. Even Calvin had to admit that giving his best friend
a good hard and very painful hairbrush paddling instead of hand spanking an appropriate earned punishment
for his fuckups. Calvin winced a little as he sat in the chair, Charlie flopped across Calvin’s knees face
down, eyes already slammed shut and already regretting his mistakes.

And then Cal let it fly: Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! ... with torrid rapid fire and multiply
from crowns to thigh-top, leaving no white flesh ... Are you EVER going to fuck up like that again
Charlie Pritchard? Calvin paused the punishment, both boys’ pulses pounding harder than ever.

NOSIR! Charlie yelped ... Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! ... the brush pops retracing all
over once again ... Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! ... You better not! We need you to be at
your best bro! Cal said that which would also apply to him. Enough? Cal asked that which he would
never want to be asked.

Charlie thought a moment and assessed his backside’s intense throbbing. Was it enough? More importantly, did
he feel sufficiently relieved of guilt? Dude, I got this for you, Cal intervened. Lift up, he
said. Lift up? But Charlie did.

Cal then deftly pulled back Charlie’s big boy balls with his limp penis and then Charlie knew what to do. He
spread his thighs and then settled back down, exposing his genitals to his best friend. Charlie knew what
was going to happen now, they had done this once before just for fun.

Cal said nothing as he put the brush back to work ... Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! ...
Reigniting a lot of ass pain, just not for long. The punishment done; Charlie’s face sported a big smile as
he felt his best friends mouth engulf Charlie’s limp penis.

It took no time at all for Charlie’s male member to re-erect and then explode semen that Cal deftly
swallowed down. Charlie slipped off from Cal’s knees to standing, dropped to his knees and gave his best
friend a superlative blowjob to equalize their punishments and pleasures together.

Oh, to be that young again. Lose a ballgame that you know that you should have won, and then splashing in
a swimming pool carefree as if none of it had ever happened, Richard Federline said out loud as he stood
next to Steve Prichard and Mike Monahan poolside in his backyard.

At that very moment, Charlie and Calvin had walked up to the pool’s edge and jumped in making two giant
cannonballs that splashed water on their dads and their baseball coach. They swam towards the shallows and
then popped up, surrounded by six or seven of their fellow teammates who were enjoying the backyard barbecue
and swim party as well.

Carefree? My ass still hurts, Charlie whispered to Cal amid the raucous din around them. Yeah, no
kidding. To them it’s like easy come, easy go, Calvin replied. Charlie broke into a small giggle and
then replied, Dude. More like easy come, easy spank, provoking the pair to high-five each other, the
subject of which nobody around them, save maybe their fathers would ever know, much less understand.

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