From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: All For A Treehouse (F/m, non-con)
Date: 13 May 1995 02:48:58 GMT

   Don't take up arms all of a sudden.  This is a work of my imagination.
But maybe, somewhere out there, this is how someone became interested in
spanking.  So don't jump onto me about the beating of children.  I have
purposely avoided giving the character an age just for that reason.  He
might be 12, or he might be 18.  Who knows?  I have an idea, but I'll
never tell.
   This ficticious account contains the bare bottomed spanking of a young
man given by a neighbor lady.  If this offends any of you, then don't
read it and don't flame me.  If, however, you enjoy stories of this nature,
then by all means, scroll forward and enjoy it.

   Thomas L. Bruns (who's been afraid to post any stories for fear of incurring
                    the wrath of anyone on this board.)



                       All For A Treehouse

   He was the older brother and he had been given a choice.
   "Build me a treehouse," the younger brother had said.
   If this does not sound like a choice, then you, dear reader,
are an only child.  Older siblings have two choices in this
situation.  They can give in and do as they are told (in the
hopes of using this as a means to a favor at a later time) or
they can just ignore the request and suffer the consequences. 
And there are always consequences.  Younger siblings have an
almost magical gift at getting an older brother or sister into
trouble.  It's a God-granted gift that makes up for all of the
beatings the younger children have to endure.
   Upon being given the choice, he opted to build the treehouse. 
So he began by pounding some boards into a tree on the edge of
the property to use as a ladder.  Then he found a likely spot and
began to nail together a rough shape.
   About halfway through the base of the treehouse, the neighbor
lady burst out from her house.  "Don't be pounding nails into
that tree!  You'll kill it by letting all its sap out."
   He looked down.  She was a tall and heavily built woman.  She
was also a big pain in the ass.  "But my brother wants a
treehouse," he yelled down.
   "I don't give a shit," she yelled back up to him.  "Get your
ass out of that tree and if I find you up there again, I'll warm
your ass!"
   He smirked a bit at this.  But he didn't want to cause a scene
that might get his parents involved, so he climbed down.  He,
however, was stupid enough to try and get in the last word.  "You
and what army?"
   That did it.  She marched up to him and snatched his wrist in
a vice-like grip.  He yelled a few things that didn't help his
cause.  "Hey, you fucking bitch!  Let go!"
   She didn't dignify his words with a response.  She just pulled
him along and dragged him into her house.  He kept yelling at
her, but he couldn't pull himself loose.  She was as strong as
any man.
   She pulled him into the kitchen and, with one mighty hand
still trapping him, she opened a drawer and grabbed out a
breadboard.
   "Wait," he started.  This had gone too far.  She couldn't
spank him, could she?  Wasn't that against the law or something?
   Of course, there was no waiting to the situation.  She dragged
him into the living room and over to the couch.  She sat down
heavily and dropped the massive breadboard beside her.  She let
go of his wrist, but her hands moved too quickly to his jeans for
him to escape.  He twisted and pulled, but it did no good.  She
unsnapped his jeans quite easily and pulled them to his ankles. 
He wailed in protest, but she just ignored him.
   Over her lap he went.  This was the most humiliating thing he
had ever imagined.  He let out another string of curses and
protests as he felt his underwear sliding off his butt.
   She finally spoke, "Shut your filthy fucking mouth!  You've
been asking for an ass blistering for a long time and now I'm
going to give you one."
   Those were the only words spoken before the breadboard landed
with a deafening crack against the bare skin of his exposed ass.
   But somewhere between the first and second hits from that
board, something happened.  He had always had an interest in
spanking.  It was just a childish fantasy that had grown as the
years had passed.  Maybe it was because that, though he had been
told stories of the many times he had been given a bare bottomed
spanking as a young child, he had been given only one spanking
that actually remembered.  And it hadn't been a very hard
spanking at that.  But this one was different.  Oh, it hurt, but
there was something more.  A feeling accompanied the pain.  It
was an unusual feeling that only came over him when he was alone
in his room and playing with his privates.
   The board cracked loudly and her hits did not diminish one
iota in strength.  He could feel the pain shoot through him and
he gasped in both agony and extreme pleasure.  Suddenly there was
a great rush from within himself and he cried out.  He could feel
his balls tighten and his pecker begin to release his fluid.  It
was incredible.
   The board continued to blister his bare ass.  Now that the
tension had been released, he realized that he was really being
hurt.  His eyes began to fill with tears, but he did not cry out
again.  The board continued to fall and he felt the pain spread
throughout his tortured cheeks.  Pretty soon the pain began to
numb him and all he felt was the board striking a dead surface. 
It continued to crack loudly against his bare skin, but the pain
had suddenly ceased to exist.  The board continued to fall.
   And then it was over.  Now that the spanking had ceased, a new
fire began to spread along his ass.  It was a horrible pain.  His
ass throbbed and he could feel the heat in every part of it.  She
stood him up and immediately saw what he had done on her jeans.
   She berated him and told him that she had a difficult time
believing that a cock that small could produce that result.  He
was shamed beyond belief.  She called him a pervert and every
other word that she could bring to mind.  His face was as red as
his ass.  She told him to pull up his pants and take his filthy
and perverted self back over to his own yard.  She told him never
to come near her yard again because she had no interest in seeing
perverts.
   He pulled on his underwear and jeans.  It was incredibly
painful because his ass was so sore and swollen.  He walked
bowlegged all the way back to his home and hurried into his room
where he cried out the tears that would not fall earlier.  And a
closet spankee was born that day.