Responding to Ad in the Paper and Meet Brothers In Woodshed

"To the Woodshed for a sound bare bottom spanking! Older brother seeks unruly younger brother for overdue discipline." The advertisement in the net personals caused me to become aroused instantly.

I responded the ad, and began a dialogue with Paul that lasted several days. We had a lot in common ranging from similar fantasies and desires to explore those fantasies; to age, height and weight. He supplied directions to his place, and I agreed to be there early on the following Saturday. We were going to engage in some stimulating role playing.

The drive took me into deep country, but I had no trouble finding his house. It was secluded on several wooded acres, miles from the nearest main road. A long rambling driveway led to the house. I parked next to Paul's new BMW.

Paul greeted me at the door. If nothing else, I expected to be disappointed by his appearance. My expectations were that he had overstated his physical characteristics. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he hadn't, he was every bit a hunk and had described himself modestly.

We talked briefly, both obviously uncomfortable with the purpose of my visit. We established some rapport before Paul suggested that we start. We went out his back door and into the backyard.

"The woodshed, by the way, is the barn." He said as we headed towards the large building in the back. "It will serve the same purpose." We went through a side door and into a vast straw covered interior. Paul had set up a corner of the barn as "the woodshed." "You know, you've been a very bad boy Mike. You've been talking back to Ma, you've been using foul language, you've ignored your curfews. . . it's going to have to stop."

"I know but. . ."

"I don't want to hear it." He cut me off with a sincere glare. Ma's told me to give you the punishment you deserve."

"Maybe another chance?"

"Listen to you. That's the problem. We've given you too many chances. You've run out of those. The only thing that will get your attention is discipline. Get undressed."

"I don't think you have any right. . ."

"You're only making it worse for yourself." Neither of us said anything for several seconds. Why don't you try taking your punishment like a man. 

"All right. What do you want me to take off?"

He smiled. "Everything. I want your ass buck naked. In fact, we're both going to get naked."

Despite the dialog we were both nervous as we shed our clothes. We tossed each piece into a pile off the side as we took them off. The straw felt harsh against our bare feet. We quickly stripped without pausing. Once naked it seemed chilly in the barn, but I knew that some of our shivering may have been more from nerves.

Paul was as good looking naked as he was with his clothes on. He looked like he was in great shape. He had broad shoulders, a large firm chest, and a remarkable taper to a narrow waist and flat stomach. He had a small compact and nearly hairless ass. His erect penis bore a remarkable resemblance to my own.

There was a long silent pause as we checked each other out. Neither of us mentioned the other's arousal. "I think we should get started."

"It's okay, I promise to do better. We don't have to go through this. You can tell Ma that you took care of me, and that will be the end of it."

"No. It's not that simple. I really don't think you understand how far you went, and hopefully this will finally get your attention."

Paul had me stand by a railing. He spread my legs wide then had me lean into the railing with my arms stretched out wide. This position perfectly aligned my ass for his paddle. Nothing happened for several long moments. I glanced behind me to see was Paul was doing. He was stroking his cock as he stared at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning around.

"Nothing. . . I'm just enjoying the moment. I mean look at the two of us. A ridiculous sight to others, perhaps. But to us. . . triggers to our fantasy world."

"I know. I'm a little preoccupied with how I'm going to react to being disciplined. Will pain become pleasure, or just more pain?"

"Let's get back into our roles of brothers and find out. Turn back around and get ready."

The first few strokes were mild, soft pats. "Is that the hardest you can hit?" I taunted. The next few were harder, but not very painful. "Even harder. " I encouraged.

Paul's strokes became hard firm blows that were driven home and held into my ass. My silence was confirmation that the blows were effective. The pain fueled my sexual energy. I felt a direct response of sexual stimulation with each blow. I began to ache for an orgasm. I reached for my cock and began stroking. . . .

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Paul asked.

"Jerking off."

"Oh, no. You have to earn your orgasms little brother, and you still have a ways to go." Paul had me turn around. He bound my hands with a thin white cord then, as I lifted my arms over my head, strung the cord through a large eye bolt in an overhead beam. He tightened the slack, forcing me up and onto my toes.

Paul stepped away and surveyed his work as he stroked his cock. He was dribbling pre-cum and his cock glistened with it as he spread it over his shaft. "This is really quite the sight." he said.

"The same is true from here." I said.

He stepped back over to me and touched my cock for the first time. I stiffened and took a deep breath. He stroked me very lightly then swabbed my pre- cum over my glans concentrating on the sensitive ridge of my glans. He used his other hand to grab my balls, separating and lightly kneading them with his fingers.

"If I really wanted to do something cruel to punish you I'd shave you from your navel right down and around to the top of the crack of your ass. I wonder what the other boys would say to you in the showers after gym and after football practice?"

"No don't. Please."

He was silent for a moment. "Not this time." He went to a table off to the side and came back with a short black riding crop. "No, by the time I get through with this you'll have had plenty. Let's resume." Paul began slapping my cock with the flat oval shaped tip of the crop. The blows stung and caused my cock to bounce madly in response to each stroke. He them used the crop to lift my penis up flush against my belly, then held it there with the palm of his free hand. Without warning, he then began to lightly spank my balls.

"Aaagh. Shit that hurts. Knock it off." I jumped around and tried to move my legs for protection. He stopped after the fifth stroke.

"All right, little brother. Now you know that whatever else I do to you is not the worse I can do." Paul then took hold of my cock and stroked me, long hard strokes intended to bring me closer to my orgasm. "The only effect that had was it made you a little harder and a little longer!" He played with my cock, stroking me to the brink of orgasm, then suddenly stopped.

That's when the assault began.

Paul began lashing me with the crop over every part of my body as he walked around me. Shoulders, chest, stomach, back. . . an intense barrage over my ass. He seemed to be coming from all sides at once. I crossed the threshold of an enormous orgasm. I blasted arcs of cum several feet away. Paul ignored my orgasm and continued to beat me mercilessly.

I was only vaguely aware of Paul cutting me down and laying me face down on a mound of straw and immediately mounting me from behind. Compared to everything else, his heavily lubricated entry and intense thrusting were nothing. He came quickly and collapsed beside me on the straw. I fell asleep for a little while and woke to a chilly damp afternoon. I ached all over.

I suddenly realized I was alone. I noticed Paul's clothes were gone. I quickly dressed and left the barn. Paul's car was gone. He had slipped a business card under one of my wiper blades. There was a short hand written note. Let's do this again. I'll be in touch. Paul.

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