We were best friends growing up and all through college and were still friends to this day. We were both straight (wink) and have had our share of girlfriends but I have always had a secret obsession with his big beautiful ass....or should I say spanking it! We both got our share of butt whuppins growing up and we would always tell each other how we got it and if it was on our bare butt or with our dads hand or belt or whatever. I would always love hearing about his spanking or whuppins and tried to imagine him across his dads lap getting his bare butt spanked or him laying across his bed getting the belt and I would get hard every time. We shared a dorm together in college and he would always be laying around in his boxers and sometimes in his breifs doing his homework on his computer with his ass sticking up just asking for it (I swear he did it on purpose) and all I wanted to do was to reach out and give his butt a couple of spanks! I wondered how firm it would be or how much it would bounce when I smacked! As his friend and roommate I have seen his naked ass plenty of times but getting to run my hand across it and spank it is what I want and need to do but I know I can't.
I would imagine myself coming in from class and he would be laying there on display as usual and we make small chat about our day. I would be sitting on my bed looking at him typing into his laptop while that spankable booty is just sticking up for all to see! I finally had enough and decide to get up and go over to him. I wasn't sure what I was going to do or how he would react but I just couldn't stand it anymore! I sat down on the end of his bed and reach out for his big round ass and give it a good firm smack! His head pops up and looks back at me with a "what the hell was that?" look on his face! I figured that this was the part where he gets up and kicks my ass but he didn't. He slowly turned his head back to his computer and kept typing. I was shocked to say the least and then he did something ever more unexpected.....he stuck his butt up like he wanted more! I reached out again and smacked a little harder just to see what he would do but he just laid there. I kept spanking him with a slap every few seconds for about five minutes and he was letting me! My dick was ready to explode out of my pants and I was in heaven! After awhile I would smack his ass and let my hand linger there for a moment and rub it before I would spank it again.
During this whole time he never said a word he just kept letting me spank him and sticking his butt up for me every time! I thought to myself how I've always wanted to do this but never thought it would or could ever happen! Then the thought hit me....I reached up and grabbed ahold of the waistband of his boxers and started to pull them down. I figured that this was where the fantasy would end and he would stop me.....but he didn't! In fact he lifted up his ass so they would slide down easier. Ever so slowly two smooth brown ass cheeks came into view.....like I said I've seen his ass alot but for some reason they looked so much better right in front of me! I got his boxers down to just below his knees then reached out and placed my hand on his cheeks! They were so warm from the spanking and I swear I've never felt anything so soft in my life! I decided to fulfill my life long dream to spank his bare ass so I did just that! I spanked that beautiful ass up and down from the top to the bottom! I watched his ass shake like jello with every smack of my hand and it must have been to much for me because I felt my dick explode and a wave of intense joy swept over me!
As I was enjoying the euphoria of the moment I felt someone shaking me and I opened my eyes and was looking up at my best friends face! I sat up in bed trying to figure out what just happened and I realised as that it was all just a dream.....and a really wet one at that!
Yo man...you alright? You were saying some weird shit and calling out my name....he laughed as he asked if I was dreaming about him? I was embarassed and glad that my blanket was covering my crotch up and made up some story about what I had been dreaming about! He want back into his bed and I laid back down to contemplate what I had just dreamt about but before I drifted back to sleep I heard him say good night and If I wanted to we could talk about it tomorrow. I thought about it for a few seconds and answered him.....yeah, I think I'd like to talk about it.
We knew everyone’s schedule so we had a couple of hours before some of the brothers were out of class. We nearly had this down to a science. It’s not like we were trying to hide anything. All the brothers do it as well. We just don’t like having an audience. Our brother’s also like to be hands on. If some wood is being swung, everyone wants a piece of the action. “So, you want me in the usual position,” I asked sheepishly. “Yeeessir,” he said quickly. My room’s at the back of the frat house. I lucked out because even if someone came in, you wouldn't hear anything with the door closed. It’s an old house so the doors are thick as well as the insulation. It’s a large room, big enough to have an arm chair. That’s where Brother Swan wanted me – in that chair. I placed a couple of pillows in the seat cushion. This would raise my butt up nice and high, so Swan could make contact with both cheeks. “Get to gettin’,” he said, anxious for me to receive my punishment. “Don’t rush,” I snapped. “You ain’t the one about to get splinters.” He couldn't hide his amusement. “That’s what you get for losing,” Swan said. “You know you can’t beat me at nuthin’, Cuz. “Really? Seriously, really,” I asked. “I can take more wood than you any day,” I said, nearly yelling. “Sure you can, Cuz,” he said slyly. “Thing is, I never lose so get to gettin’,” this time with his hand on my shoulder trying to force me over in the chair. “And this time you gon’ cry.” “Hold, up, ho-ho-hold up, bruh,” I said. “Tell ya, what,” I said. “I got 20 coming. If you cain’t get me to cry by 20, you take 20. If I cry, you stop at the lick I start crying on and I’ll take 20 more from there.” Swan was interested.
He knew I’d never cried before but the last time I came close, real close. He’s thinking he could get me up to about 17 or 18, really lay one on me and then have 20 more shots. “OK, Cuz, you got it,” Swan said. I took my position, which was pants and drawers around my ankles, knees up on the cushion (one in front of each arm), hands griping the back of the chair and behind lifted up by the pillows. “I’m bout to serve a course of rump roast,” Swan said as he pulled the paddle back like a major league batter. The first swat landed with a booooom! “Yeeeeeeouch,” I screamed. “Whatcha screaming for,” Swan said barely winded. “That was a pop fly. I ain’t got to the home runs yet, Cuz.” Swan killed me with that, “Cuz” stuff. He was also killing me with Black Betty, the board we usually used on pledges. She was old, but hurt like a mutha. It was about three and a half feet long, an inch thick and four inches wide at the business end. There were holes, of course, but countersunk. It was piano black and lacquered. Not a color of our frat, just use black for the drama. Baaammm! Baaammm! Wham! Swan had found his rhythm quickly. He was hitting base hits, doubles and triples on my ass. He was pounding me like Hammering Hank all the while I’m screaming and writhing on the chair in almost unbearable pain. But I made up my mind. I was winning this bet if it meant not sitting for a week. “What’s. . Whop . . The . . Whop . . . matter . . .smack. . Cuz,” Swan said, this time almost breathless. “You ain’t had a beatin’ like this before bro. I’m bringing smoke and got plenty more before the fire starts,” he said in an almost maniacal voice. “I’m loving this dog. . bam. . .bam. . .baaammmm! “Ouch. Oooooo. Ouch, Swan, you killin’ me,” I yelled. My rump felt like is was glowing. That would be a sight. I’m a deep chocolate, but Swan has put some color in dat azz on several occasions. “Whoa, dog, woooooooo.” I hollered. “You trying to get you mama to hear you back in Texas. She cain’t help you Cuz, can she” he asked between licks. “I ain't yo mama but I’m yo daddy, ain’t I, AIN”T I,” Swan yelled. He was enjoying this for sure. So much so, he had lost count. But I hadn't. “That’s 17, ouch. . . .18 . . .ahhhhhyeeohhh . . .19. . . woooooweeeeooh. . .20!!!!!!” I looked back at Swan and he looked puzzled. “Naw, dawg, that cain’t be 20, I just got started,” he said hurriedly. “Naw, Cuz, it’s my turn, dawg,” I said triumphantly. “Wait, now,” Swan said trying to back up. “You know I was just playing, just playing, Cuz. Swan was nervous. I could hear it in his voice. He’d not lost a bet to me in a long, long time. But he wasn’t getting out of this. That latte-colored, arrogant butt was about to get changed to a deep, crimson red. “Naw, Cuz,” putting much emphasis on “Cuz” this time “You lost, get to gettin’. “Aiiiiite, aiiiite,” Swan said as he fumbled with his belt. “Gimme some room, bruh,” he huffed. “I’m gon’ do dis. I pay my debts.” He walks over to the chair and assumes the position I just left. “Like this,” he asked nervously. “Yep,” I said. “That’s perfect. Face the wall and don’t look back. “And now stepping to the plate, recently out of retirement, Mr. Barry Bonds,” I said with a chuckle. “Not Bonds, dawg, awwh come on son” Swan pleaded. I was deaf to that. My sole, singular mission was to hit as many home runs as possible. “Swing batter, batter swing,” I said as I drew the bat behind my head. My follow through was perfect. I hit Swan square in the biscuits. “Kaaaapooow.” My first lick was a grand slam. “Yeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooch,” Swan screamed. He was on his feet holding his aching ass. “Man, that ain’t fair. I didn’t hit you that hard, Cuz.” he said. “Oh, you hit me a lot harder than that, bruh. It just hurts worse when you lose. Get back in da cut.” He did so quickly and I continued my rear assault. I put more muscle in the second swing than the first. Ooooohhhh mmmyyyy dddaaaammmmnn,” Swan yelled. He was clutching that arm chair like it was his last brew. The next three were singles and doubles. I felt a little sorry for him because he was begging and pleading so. The next lick was a game winning grand slam that sounded like dynamite. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Cuz, please,” Swan begged. I had him and I wasn’t letting up this time. “Really, Cuz,” I said a little winded. “We ‘bout to play ‘question and answer,’ son. What’s my name . . .bam. . . .huh. . . .bam, bam, what is it,” I screamed? “It’s Drew, Brother Drew, ooowww, come on bruh,” he said moaning and groaning. “Spell, it Swan, spell it,” I ordered. “Whack. . .D. . .whack. . .R. . .whack, whack. . .E, W, come on man, plee. . eee. . .eee. . ase,” Swan said. I finished his beating with grand slams. His face was buried in the seat cushion. His screams were muffled but still loud. “Last one, Cuz. Get that rump up, make it stand at attention,” I said. He raised his battered bubble butt a little and was perfectly still, as if to say “do your worst.” So I took the challenge. I got in my Ken Griffey stance wiggled the paddle and let fly. I didn’t use the same board Swan did. My personal paddle had our frat’s letters carved in the wood. I did my best Griffey imitation and landed the lick with crushing force. “Wooooooooooiiiiiiieeeeeeeyeeeeoooouch,” 
Swan screamed jumping about three feet in the air holding his red rump. I hit him hard enough to tattoo the letters on his cheeks. They were almost hard to see. He was glowing red on both sides – almost perfect circles. “You wait ‘till the next one, Cuz,” he said gingerly raising his pants over his tail. “Oh, we gon’ bet on something again,” I asked. “I ain’t goin’ out like this Drew,” Swan said. “Bruh, now it’s on!” 
