These
Russian twinks are into having their
teen asses spanked red at school. They find it a real turn on. The teachers pulls down their trousers and their underpants and thrashes them with a cane. They love the stinging pain and soon their
twink cocks are erect and ready to be jacked off.
I positioned the cane across both of Kris's cheeks, gently sliding it back and forth. He moaned in an expression of sensuous delight. But time to move on. Using first my wrist and then a movement of just my lower arm I lifted the cane then flicked it back down. The crack on bare flesh was different to it falling on the punishment shorts. The force I had applied was significantly less yet as my eyes followed the impact I watched those buttocks depress then as I raised it back up the indention slowly returned everything to its previous contour. Kris took that whack on his naked backside with hardly a flinch but he probably could not feel much of it through the stinging sensation that must still be surging through his body from the first six.
The next three strokes were given in rapid succession. I had once watched a teacher give a lad three strokes and do so in one continuous flowing movement with less than a second between each one. Whack-whack-whack ! I did my bet to copy him.
Just two more to go. Whack ! One to go, just one more. Whack ! There it was over.
Kris returned to stand upright, he reached round and placed a hand on each buttock. Then he turned to face me, smiled and winked an eye. "Amazing," he said.
Kris's cock was as erect and straight as the mast on a ship. Stepping forward he brought his body close to my own. "Thank you, that was fucking brilliant."
He lifted the folds of my academic gown off my shoulders and it fell to the small of my back. While I slipped each hand out of the sleeves Kris was inside my underpants finding my solid manhood and gripping it tightly in his fist.
"Ready ?"
"Ready."
The small bottle of poppers and larger bottle of lube were on the table by the side of my computer. Kris unscrewed the poppers and snorted heavily. He then rested his hands, fingers splayed widely, on the desk and again presented his arse to me. I knelt down to gently peck a kiss on each cheek. As I did so I was sure that I could detect the all over red glow refining into something different. A little of the redness was starting to fade while in other places it was beginning to deepen to a darker hue. My fingers stroked over those buttocks then found a way between them. I applied a generous covering of lube before starting to work a single finger inside. It met only slight resistance and was soon free to move about and explore at will. Next two fingers widening the opening. Kris was enjoying the experience and I decided it was time to expand that experience to a full penetration. It would hurt my friend but I would make it good for him.
The fingers slipped out and guided my pounding cock between my friend's awaiting cheeks. The head tipped against the opening and Kris tensed his body. I held everything still for a short time then pressed firmly inwards for about half an inch. It was a small movement but Kris cried out. I wasn't about to stop, in a little deeper - more cries. In still further, pressing, pressing until the concave of my groin cupped the convex of those wonderful bum cheeks.
Kris was holding me tight, pinching his buttocks together and I knew that as I began to withdraw his experience of pain would rise but there was no hesitation on my part. He squealed as I pulled back then cried even louder as I thrust back inside him, pressing deeper and harder than before. Back out withdrawing then ramming home for all I was worth. My hands were on Kris's back doing their best to steady him. Everything was repeated once more before it was time to speed up the action.
The physical act of sex can be spun out for a long time but the caning had induced within me an arousal which had me already very, very close to climax. I began to increase the momentum, thrusting in and out of my young friend and pounding up against those buttocks my groin slapping against the bruised flesh. Kris was wildly crying out but not any more with pain just with a fierce delight. Of course the pain was still there, I knew that, but it was now that strange pain which comes only hand-in-hand with the greatest pleasure. Faster and faster now until finally my climax burst forth inside him. I held still for a moment before withdrawing and falling back exhausted into a chair.
Kris had also cum, my deep penetration had activated glands and senses within him to erupt a volcano. He sat down opposite me and grinned from ear to ear.
