D&D Spank

I think it was late September. The summer heat had finally broken, and the days were reaching the point of being not just endurable, but enjoyable. Of course, temperature is a bit subjective and subject to outside influences.

It was a Friday evening and we were at Danny’s house. Danny’s father, in order to recoup after the long Texas summer, was turning the air conditioning off every evening. With the windows open, there was a nice breeze, but it was still in the mid-seventies and not exactly comfortable.

Danny’s parents liked to go out dancing on weekends, and they’d trusted him enough to leave us alone. As soon as they’d left, there’d been some suggestion that we turn the air conditioning back on for a while. Danny had vetoed that firmly enough that no one argued. Of the people there, I’m sure only Danny’s little brother and I knew of the wide, thick leather strap that hung in the garage and which was the reason Danny was very careful about which rules and instructions he chose to disobey. Why risk a strapping when you can just take some clothes off?

(It’s always been funny to me how some people insist that spanking only results in short-term obedience. I don’t know how many times when I was an adolescent and early teen, I heard someone turn down a bad suggestion with a statement like, ‘No way, my Dad’d bust my ass if we get caught’. But I digress.)

There were seven of us there that night. Danny Ingles, James Howell, and I were the oldest—all ninth graders, though I’m pretty sure that even James, who was the oldest, was still only fourteen. Jim Hearne and David Ward were both eighth graders, and I know they were both still thirteen. Glenn was in seventh, and I knew he‘d only turned twelve right before school started. Danny’s little brother Randy was the youngest, in only fifth grade, though I‘m not sure when his birthday was.

We hadn’t been playing with the big D&D group long. James, Danny, and I had played together the longest. Often I would play overnighters with just one of them. Jim was also a regular player, but he’d stuck to the original game when the three of us had upgraded to Advanced Dungeons and Dragons the previous Christmas (when my grandma had gotten me two of the main books). David had been hanging around with us occasionally, and Jim had gotten him interested. I’m not sure how the two younger kids got involved, except, of course, that Randy lived there. The biggest problem was that it was hard to get permission for all of us to sleep over on the same weekend and then to find parents who’d put up with us. Danny’s parents were giving us our first trial since James’s dad had let us set up a tent in his backyard to play.

It wasn’t quite stuffy when we’d all arrived, but was a little warmer than comfortable. As soon as Danny’s parents had left, he pointed out that they always closed down the clubs, so we probably had until 3am before they got home, and proceeded to strip down to his briefs. James was my oldest friend, and except the first time I’d seen him undressed, I’d never seen a hint that he was shy, and it had been years since I was shy around him. He started stripping down almost as soon as Danny had assured us his mother wouldn’t be home for about eight hours. I’d spent the night with Danny many times since we started playing D&D together and was used to him doing this. Though I was a little shy, I felt more comfortable conforming, so I was getting my clothes off as fast as they were. Randy, at about eleven, wasn’t shy at all. The other three boys weren’t quite as comfortable, but peer pressure can be a good thing at times, and they started stripping down before Danny was finished.

It’s always hard to remember how big people from my childhood really were. I know I hadn’t hit my full height when I was in ninth grade and that Danny was an inch or two shorter than me, so he was probably about 5’6" or so. He wasn’t really athletic or anything, but wasn’t carrying much extra weight, either. His belly was flat and firm and he had a definite waist. His chest was showing some definition, but he hadn’t actually started to fill out through the chest yet. His hair was a darker brown than mine, and he wore it parted in the middle, feathered back on the sides, and just past his collar in back, though it was a little mussed from taking off his shirt.

Danny had good, strong features, with a square nose, and generous mouth, with only a small nose to belie a face that was almost manly. I knew he already had to shave every week. His eyes were a blue that was almost gray. Though his stomach and chest were smooth, he had thick patches of hair under his arms, and his legs were about as hairy as mine. While I’d seen Danny in his Jockeys many times, I’d never seen him naked. On the other hand, I didn’t have to see him naked to tell that something was filling that pouch pretty well, yet was soft enough to avoid giving a distinct outline. Danny was a bit too manly to really appeal to me, but the way he filled his briefs, both front, and especially the obvious, round, firm mounds in back, was certainly nice to watch.

On the other hand, James was taller than me—probably already 5’11", though he had a very lean build. Unlike Danny and me, James was hard and muscular. He’d played football for three years by then, and kept himself in great shape, with hard arms, rounded calves, fully defined, though small, pecs, and a rippling stomach. He had long legs, but wasn’t as hairy as Danny or myself, with long, thinner hair under his arms, and legs that were sparsely furred. On the other hand, a few wisps of hair were already climbing above the waistband of his briefs, making towards his belly button.

James had been one of the first kids I’d met when we moved to this house (where my mom still lives), and we stayed friends through high school and after, until he graduated college and got a job close to the border. Even then, we kept in contact at holidays until his parents divorced and moved away. The only bad thing about James was that he was so lean he was nearly ugly. He had sharp cheekbones and a very pronounced jaw, as well as a high forehead, which was barely covered by bangs that he wore pretty short, especially for those days. All that was coupled with a big nose about which he couldn’t do anything. When he got up into college and finally put on some weight, he actually looked a lot better as his features filled out. He always did have beautiful dark brown eyes though.

James also didn’t have much in the way of a butt, which was a shame for another reason. I knew that all of us there, even the three high school boys, were still subject to corporal punishment at home. There is, however, a difference between ‘subject to’ and actually receiving. James’ father was one of the strictest parents I’ve known, and I know James was still receiving fairly regular paddlings even into high school. Any doubts I might have had about that fact were laid to rest by the small, nearly triangular bruise that showed on his left leg under the leg band of his briefs. It was so faded that I doubt anyone else thought much about it, but I knew.

Of course, DAVID WARD was still David Ward. He might have grown an inch or two, but was still pretty scrawny and cute only in the geekiest sense of the word. One thing I have to say about that night, though—David hadn’t wanted to strip to nothing but his briefs, so he’d left on his shirt. Unlike me (and Jim), David was wearing a red polo-style shirt, which did look incredibly cute with his briefs.

Jim Hearne, on the other hand, was something else. He was shorter than Danny, though taller than David, and carried a little extra weight. Not really even enough to call him chubby—just soft. He didn’t like gym and didn’t make a secret of it. Still, as long as someone wasn’t yelling at him to do ‘stupid, pointless exercises’ he was as reasonably active as most kids were back then. Like me, he’d left on his t-shirt, so you couldn’t see that his belly had a slight outward curve, but the t-shirt wasn’t long enough to hide his round, but still mostly firm, bottom. I especially liked the way his rear looked in those double seat briefs he wore. Most of us had regular Jockeys or Fruit of the Looms, but those things seemed to hug his cheeks a little more, and looked really nice.

Jim’s dirty blond hair was longer than normal for those days, hanging down almost to his eyebrows in front, and not quite shoulder length in back. The hair color seemed to go with his eyes of intermediate blue. He wore small wire-framed glasses that weren’t quite Lennon glasses. He was fair skinned and had a constant blush to his cheeks. His features were small, regular, and just shy of being feminine. He was the closest thing to a pretty boy we had there that night. I knew he was adolescent and had some pubic hair, but he still had no body hair that you could see otherwise.

Glenn was the odd man out at the party. Everyone knew him, but no one would quite call him a friend. He had some good qualities going for him, but he made up for them by being mildly spoiled and incredibly annoying at times. I seemed to tolerate him better than the other guys, but even I had trouble putting up with him too often. He was mostly there because no one really wanted to tell him no, and because the game was more fun with more players.

On the other hand, while Glenn wasn’t borderline pretty like Jim was, he was the cutest guy there (to my tastes, at least). His hair was a dark, not quite sandy, blond that hung down over his collar and into his eyes. It was so shaggy that I just knew his mom despaired of ever keeping it combed. When you could see his eyes, they were a beautiful sea green that was almost blue. His nose was small and almost dainty, but he had a firm, rounded chin, and slender lips that made him look all boy and sometimes a little aggressive, though he wasn’t anything like that in reality. I think it was the roundness of his cheeks that kept him looking really boyish though, at least in his face.

There was no question that Glenn’s body was that of a boy, though, since he was at that stage where his arms and legs seemed almost ridiculously long for his height. I don’t even have a guess how tall he might have been, but I do remember he was just a bit shorter than most of the seventh grade boys I knew, so maybe 4’10". He was slender, but not really lean or skinny. Though he had a definite crease running down his upper body and you could see some definition to his belly, with lines running around his little ‘outtie’, he still had hips and a bit of a waist, as well as an excellent little bottom. And while he wasn’t especially big, there was a small but definite bulge in the front of his Fruit of the Looms.

It was actually Randy who started the entertainment for the evening before we could even get the D&D stuff unpacked. As he was stepping out of his jeans, David guffawed, then said, "Has Randy been a naughty boy?"

In one of those accidents that happen in families, Randy was really just a repeat version of his big brother’s looks. He was probably about average for his age, almost as tall as Glenn, but still had a bit of baby fat. I’m not sure if you’d call him chubby or just plump. He didn’t have rolls of fat or anything, but he was definitely soft and curved outwards. On the other hand, he still seemed fairly firm rather than sloppy. That also led to the main difference between him and Danny, which was that his features were rounded and soft, making him seem a bit younger than he actually was.

That made it very interesting when Randy jumped up and turned away from David, since I wasn’t used to seeing such a deep blush on features so similar to his brother’s. As soon as he turned away from David, it was easy to see what David had meant though. Randy’s upper legs, for at least six or eight inches, were a definite shade of medium pink that didn’t match the rest of his skin. As a matter of fact, on the side of his right leg, there were a couple of places you could see white and red interwoven in a way that suggested handprints.

I joined James in taking the high road, but it didn’t matter much. While Danny sat back smirking, the other three boys started teasing Randy and asking to see the damage. After a few minutes, James joined in. Realizing he’d never have any peace if he didn’t give in, he gave a huge sigh to show everyone how put-upon and downtrodden he was, then turned and shoved his jockeys to his knees.

Their dad definitely did good work. While his upper legs were pinkish, his bottom was still a mid-shade of rose. Not only was it still holding some hue, but it was a pretty solid color, only darkening at the sit spots. It was a nice bottom too. Very round and not dimpled at all. Despite his extra weight, Randy was still pretty active, and there didn’t seem to be any sag to it. I wondered what it had looked like during the spanking. It must have been a pretty good spanking to leave that much color, and I wondered when it had happened and why.

"He got that for being a smart ass, didn’t you, Randy?"

"C’mon, Danny."

"No, he thought he was gonna get me in trouble. Told Dad he saw me steal one of Dad’s cigarettes. Thing he didn’t know was that Dad had said it was okay. You should have seen his face when Dad started chewing him out for tattling. Said he was sick of it. Then he chewed him out for accusing someone of doing something wrong when he didn’t know the facts. Then—and God! I nearly busted a gut trying to keep from laughing—Dad said…." Suddenly Danny’s voice deepened into a not very good imitation of his father, "If you want someone to get in trouble, boy, I’ll be glad to oblige you. Get ever here."

"You should have heard Randy begging to get off. Dad was sitting right there on the couch and made Randy come over and drop his pants and shorts. Took him over his lap and spanked him right there in front of me. It was great. You should have heard him crying."

"Danny," his little brother whined.

I felt a little sorry for the kid, but I also know he’d managed to get Danny in trouble more than once or twice, so I only felt a little sorry at him getting his comeuppance.

"Quit teasing him, Danny," I finally said. "Let’s just give him a few more swats."

"No way!" Randy protested, jumping forward and spinning towards us.

Randy was giving me a ten year old’s version of an evil stare. It wasn’t very effective, but he looked to make sure no one was about to smack his rear before reaching down to pull his briefs back up.

While he was watching us, I was watching him. His little sac had started to grow a bit. Though his balls were tiny, they had just a little hang to them, and his dick, which couldn’t have been two inches long, hung down with the head resting neatly between them. Even with his stomach rounding out above it a bit, it was a cute sight, and I could feel my briefs starting to stretch. The t-shirt I wore wasn’t long enough to conceal all of that, so I turned to the table and started unpacking my D&D stuff, even while Randy was pulling his briefs back into place.

"C’mon guys," I called over my shoulder. "Let’s get started."



Once the game was started, we were having a pretty good time. Glenn played around a little too much, and Danny seemed to have the least patience with him, but even that wasn’t anything major. We played at the kitchen table for a while, then moved into the living room where we could sprawl on the floor or across the couch and arm chairs, which wasn’t as convenient, but was much more comfortable than the kitchen chairs (in briefs, the kitchen chairs tended to make the back of your legs sticky).

Things were going along pretty well for several hours, and as it closed in on midnight, the guys finished the first part of the adventure, and we decided to take a break. Everyone was making bathroom runs, while the rest of us heated up some of the frozen snacks that had been stockpiled for us. (Totino’s Pizza Rolls! I LOVE Totinos!)

Danny’s house was rather interesting. When you came into the front door, you were looking down a small hall, with a room to your right. To your left was a wall, which was part of his parents’ bathroom. As you stepped down the short hall, it suddenly opened into what we would now call a great room. It was a large living area, with the dinner table set in one corner, and it was divided from the kitchen, which was to the far right, only by counters. The garage was reached through the kitchen.

To the left was another hallway, which ran parallel to the entry hall. At one end of that hall was the master bedroom. Danny’s bedroom was at the other end. Between the two were Randy’s bedroom and the main bathroom.

By this time, even the shyest of us were comfortable in our state of undress. We were leaning on the kitchen counters, BSing as boys will do, and just having a general good time. Suddenly Danny perked up.

"What was that?" he asked.

"What?"

"You didn’t hear something?"

I hadn’t, but Danny started looking around. All of us were there except James and Glenn. Danny stepped out of the kitchen and looked around. It didn’t take long at all for him to notice a light on in that small front room, and he was suddenly very irate.

We all followed behind Danny as he stormed towards the door, and James’s eyes went wide as he came out of the bathroom and saw us. Danny swung around the door to find Glenn standing there.

That room was generally a craft room, I suppose you’d have to call it. It was used primarily for Danny’s mom to do sewing and for his dad to work on models. There were shelves all around the room, lined with models of military planes and ships, as well as the occasional car. Glenn was standing just below one of those shelves, holding what looked like an aircraft carrier in his hands.

"I was just looking," he explained when he heard us walk in.

"If you were just looking," Danny demanded, "why’s that in your hand?"

"It fell. I was gonna put it back."

"How’d it fall? Were your eyes too heavy or something?"

"Danny," I interjected. "Maybe it’s okay. Let’s just check it out."

He shrugged my hand off his shoulder, but stepped forward with me and gently took the model from Glenn’s hands, though you could tell he wanted to snatch it.

While Danny and I examined it, I heard James gathering the other boys back into the kitchen.



A few minutes later, Danny and I joined the other boys.

"It’s okay," I assured him. "Nothing was broken and the shelf was dusty enough that we know it’s right back where it was. Your dad’ll never know."

"That’s not the point. When he got here, Dad was in there. Dad let him look a little, but I told him not to go back in there. Anyway, he’s not the one who’d have got his ass beat if it had got broke."

As we rejoined the other boys, Danny poked his finger at Glenn. "Get outta here."

"Why?" Glenn whined.

"Why?" Danny asked incredulously. "Because I told you not to go in there."

"I was just looking," the younger boy protested.

"The fuck you were. You don’t look with your goddamned fingers. Now get your stuff and go."

"C’mon, Danny," I interrupted. "We’re having a good game. I know he can be a pain in the ass, but we’ll watch him. Let’s just finish the game."

"No fucking way, man. You know what Dad woulda done if that thing broke."

I’m not really sure that Danny’s Dad was so unreasonable as to whip him because one of his friends snuck into the room and broke a model. On the other hand, I know Danny had been whipped for doing it himself, when we were in seventh grade, so I can understand why he’d be pretty nervous. I was also pretty sure that no one else but me and Randy knew the specifics, though I’m sure everyone had a guess. On the other hand, I’d seen the thick heavy strap that I think was slightly bigger than a razor strop. More than just seen it, Danny and I had made a bet one time, and I’d taken five strokes with it. That was only from Danny and over my jeans, so I had no doubt at all how bad it would be for him since I knew he got it bare ass and not just five strokes. I could understand why he was mad.

"C’mon, Danny," James chipped in. "He’s our only cleric. It’ll mess up the game if you make him go home."

That did have a small effect on Danny since messing up the game would be rough on all of us. He was pretty ticked off, though, so the effect was only small. Then genius spoke up.

"Spank him."

"Huh?" More than one of us said it at almost the same time. I think we all turned to look at Randy.

"He didn’t mind, so spank him. Then we can play."

I didn’t dare speak up for fear of betraying how much I agreed. On the other hand, Danny was nodding a bit. Glenn was looking nervous, but then David spoke up.

"Sounds fair to me."

"Yeah," James added. "My dad’d bust my butt if I disobeyed."

"No," Glenn protested, "I said I was sorry."

"Nope," Danny said, making up his mind when the other boy spoke. "That’s it. You wanna stay?"

Glenn nodded.

"Then you’re getting spanked."

"No way."

"Then get your stuff and go home."

Glenn opened his mouth, but I cut him off.

"C’mon Glenn. What would your dad do if you didn’t mind him? You know you screwed up. Just get it over with, and let’s go back to the game."

It wasn’t that simple, and there was a lot of arguing, but the simple fact was that everyone was against him. There wasn’t one of us there that didn’t get spanked. The idea that someone might get a real blistering for something a friend of his had done struck us all as unfair, but not really unbelievable. Glenn lived the farthest of us, and he wasn’t looking forward to either walking home in the middle of the night or having to call his parents and wake them up for a ride. I finally pushed him over the edge when I told him that if he went home this time, he wouldn’t get to play anymore. I was pretty much in charge of organizing the games, and no one argued with me.

"Fine," he said, already nearly in tears. "Let’s just get it over with."

"Okay," Danny said, sounding pleased as punch as he stepped over to the couch and sat in the middle of it. "Get your shorts off and c’mere."

"Nuh-uh. Not bare. You can spank me on my shorts."

"Nope. You already heard how my dad does it," Danny replied, gesturing at Randy, who blushed. "Get ‘em off or get out."

Glenn started to argue again, but Jim stopped him. "You already agreed to do it, man. Just get it over with, so we can get back to the game."

Glenn was obviously angry, and a tear was running down his cheek, but he shoved his briefs down just past his knees. They fell to his ankles, and he nearly tripped with his first step, so he angrily kicked them off and stalked over to Danny. While he stalked, I was avidly checking him out.

Glenn’s balls were pretty swollen, maybe bigger than mine; but his sac was still tight up against his crotch. On the other hand, his dick must have been more than three inches long, even soft, but it was as skinny as my pinky. The thin length lay atop the rounded balls, and the head stuck out loosely into space. As he passed me, I saw that Glenn’s cheeks were separated just a bit, and those excellent little cheeks were tightly clenched, showing off small dimples at each side.

It was a great look, but I jerked my eyes away as soon as I realized I was staring. I guess I needn’t have bothered since every other boy there was also watching him.

Danny was left-handed and motioned for the other boy to crawl onto the couch from that side. Glenn took his position without any more arguing. Danny made the other boy scooch up a bit, then laid his right arm across Glenn’s back, pushing down a bit, making his bottom rise up even more than Danny’s lap caused. With Glenn like that, Danny looked just as naked, and I realized I was already rock hard. Glancing around again, I saw that not only was everyone raptly watching the show, but I wasn’t the only one hard. Jim was as rock hard as I was. James and David seemed to be packing the front of their briefs a little more fully. I think even Randy was showing a bit of a bulge. I suddenly wished that Glenn would get up for a second.

I don’t know if Danny spanked like his dad did, but he started to work with a vengeance. He let his hand rest on Glenn’s butt for just a second, then he raised his hand above his head and smashed it down. The resulting SMACK! caused all of us to jump, I think, and drew a healthy yelp from Glenn.

Danny let his hand rest there just a second, then lifted it to the same height and cracked it down again. Again and again, and you could almost have counted cadence to it: one, two three, smack. Over and over, the hand crashed down, barely moving around.

Glenn was going crazy almost from the first. Despite his looks, I knew he wasn’t a tough kid. He tried to ‘be brave’ in front of the rest of us, but you could tell he was really feeling it. He ground his face into the cushions but could only partially stifle his screams and sobs. What he couldn’t do was control his body.

At our age, two or three years can make a huge difference. With Danny’s arm across the small of his back, Glenn didn’t have the leverage to move his upper body at all. He could have moved his arms, but they were locked around the cushion he was lying on. What he could do was kick.

At first, Glenn’s feet would drum up and down as each smack landed. It would be a quick rat-a-tat, then they’d come to rest just as the next swat fell. It wasn’t long at all until the kick of the feet was constant and was more than a slight drumming.

By the time Glenn couldn’t keep his head down and was thrashing his head around, letting us all clearly hear him crying, his feet were going everywhere, sometimes thrashing enough to bring his knees off the couch.

Finally, when Glenn’s butt was mostly scarlet and even his upper legs were a pretty dark red, Danny stopped. He gave his hand a shake, his grimace making it plain that he wasn’t as used to giving spankings as he was getting them. Instead of letting Glenn up, he then pointed in the general direction of James and me and nodded towards Glenn’s feet. James smiled and walked over there.

Glenn went crazy when he felt someone grab his ankles, but there was nothing he could do. He struggled, but the two older boys had him locked down, and Danny went back to work.

This time, instead of the slow, massively hard swats he’d been getting, Danny began to spank with just wrist and elbow, rapidly landing swat after swat all around the younger boy’s butt and legs. Glenn’s head came up, and he shrieked. I’m not sure he drew a breath for the entire minute that part of the spanking seemed to last.

Finally Danny stopped. He nodded at James, who released the boy’s ankles, then Danny gave Glenn a shove. Glenn rolled, barely managing to get his feet under him, and starting the slow motion fire dance that demonstrated a deep ache. He was half bent over as Danny stood, showing he was as half-hard as James, maybe a little more, though he definitely wasn’t showing full wood.

"You guys go ahead and get the snacks finished so we can get back to the game. You," I said, turning to Glenn and tapping him on the shoulder, "go get in the corner until we’re ready to start playing again."

Glenn looked up at me, his face full of misery and pleading for comfort. I quietly assured him it’d only be a few minutes, and he could have at least a little privacy that way.

As soon as Glenn was headed towards the corner by the kitchen table, I headed for the bathroom. It didn’t take me a minute to finish my business. I cleaned up, splashed a little water in my face, and opened the door to find Jim standing right there, trying to nonchalantly cover the front of his briefs, while grinning sheepishly. I grinned back and stepped past him.

A few minutes later, we were all gathering around the table again, and I told Glenn he could join us. He walked past the table.

Danny called to him, "Where are you going?"

"I’m getting my shorts."

"Nope," Danny replied. "Leave ‘em off ‘til we get through playing."

Glenn was too tired to even fight about it. We did give him permission to go wash up, though, before getting back to the game.

As you can imagine, Glenn wasn’t in a very good mood. At first, he was a lot less interested in playing than in squirming and trying to find a comfortable way to sit.

The first few times something happened, I had to ask him what he was doing, or someone else had to nudge him. It wasn’t too long that he started getting really interested in the game, and his character was just as active as the other guy’s. By the end of the game, if he hadn’t been naked and having so much trouble sitting, I think he might have been able to forget about his spanking.



We called the game to an end about 2:30 that morning. All of us had had school that day and were pretty worn out. That’s not to mention that Danny and I had figured out a long time ago it was better to clean up the mess and be in bed before his parents got home.

As the other guys were starting to sack out on the pallets and sleeping bags spread around Danny’s and Randy’s rooms, Danny and I, at my suggestion, led a still naked Glenn into the garage. Once there, Danny took down the strap his father punished him with.

"When I get it, I have to go to my room and strip down to my shorts. Then Dad brings me out here, and I have to take those off too. I lay down over that," he said, pointing to two sawhorses that were made into a small, fairly short bench, "and Dad whips my butt. I don’t know how many he’s gonna give me when he starts. You got some bruises on your butt, but it’s not as bad as I get if Dad’s really mad at me, and he loves those stupid models."

"You understand now," I added after Danny had finished, "why he was so mad at you? Not only could you have gotten Danny in trouble, but you could have kept us from getting to play over here anymore. You could have screwed it up for everybody."

Glenn was quiet for a minute, then finally said once again, "I’m sorry."

This time, he sounded like he really meant it.





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