Jan and I (a short story)

When Jan and I met by chance in a shop, I hardly recognized him. My brother's classmate, who had often been to visit us at the time, had meanwhile become a man. He wore a suit and tie, had his hair cut quite short, and had a well-groomed mustache. I found out that he had only recently moved back to Berlin, lived just a few streets away and had a fairly well-paid office job. At 33 years of age, it was not bad for him and I was very happy for him.
Unlike him, I had never really left Berlin except to go on vacation. Apart from a few loose contacts, nothing was left of the old circle of friends. Although I hardly had anything to do with Jan back then, a good twenty years ago (after all, I was almost four years older than him), a real friendship now developed. We often met for a beer, went to the cinema or the gym, whatever guys we did in our free time.
We often reminisced about our youth and although we didn't do much together at the time, we had a lot in common. One evening after we'd had a couple of beers, we talked about our fathers. Mine had died two years earlier, his a few years earlier.
I don't remember how we came up with the subject, but Jan confessed to me that he had known then that my father liked to resort to old-fashioned educational measures. My brother, who hadn't been affected that often, had told him. Well, that's how it was back then and it didn't hurt me. “My age was the same,” Jan said. "He spanked my ass with all kinds of things." We both laughed.
It was strange that we got stuck on this very topic. Maybe it was the alcohol that had thrown our inhibitions overboard. But finally I asked him if he had heard of the bad guys. When he said no, I explained to him that I had read about this club on the Internet and that men met other men there to spank each other's butts. He didn't ask how I came across it, just said that it wasn't for him, but that he could understand it.
"But I wouldn't mind having to turn my ass to get my head straightened," he admitted. "I probably wouldn't go to a club just for that." I agreed with him. "Yes, I couldn't take it that seriously either."
In the days and weeks that followed, the topic was no longer discussed. That wasn't unusual either, because what was discussed in the beer frenzy usually stayed in the pub. However, I still remember the day about three weeks later very clearly. It was the day that would change our friendship forever.
Jan needed a new refrigerator because the day before he had given up the ghost. He had already chosen a suitable model and wanted it to be delivered to him, but this could only be done the next day at the earliest. So I offered to take him to Media Markt because I wanted to get a new graphics card for my PC anyway.
Since my motorcycle was very unsuitable for our project, Jan picked me up with his car. As every time he drove, he seemed to be in a particularly hurry. As always, he took the bends way too tight and when a traffic light changed to yellow, he really stepped on the gas pedal. So once we only came to a standstill in front of the traffic light when it had already turned red. “Where did you learn to drive?” I asked. "What? It's all good, ”he replied. "Oh man," I moaned. “Somebody should really spank your ass!” It just slipped out in an affect. But Jan now looked over at me, grinned and said: “Who? Do you?"
On the way back, his driving style wasn't that chaotic, which was probably mainly due to the new refrigerator that we had loaded in the back. When we got to his place, we heaved him up to his apartment on the third floor and set him up in his kitchen. We were both pretty exhausted. We looked at each other and he said, “Well, now a beer? After all, we arrived in one piece. I guess I'm not that bad of a driver. ”He grinned mischievously at me and that brought the barrel to overflowing.

I grabbed Jan by the neck and forced him to bend over. Apparently I still had some strength left because even though he struggled, I managed to hold him and land some hard punches on his buttocks. Again and again my hand clapped left and right on the bottom of his pants while I held him.
When I finally let go of him and we faced each other again, he rubbed his buttocks eagerly. "Man, you don't have to exaggerate like that!" He complained. I grabbed the nearest chair, pushed it back and sat down. When I grabbed Jan at the front, by the waistband of his jeans, and pulled him over to me, he didn't fight back. Not even when I started to unbutton his pants and pull them down to my ankles. I then put him over my knee and continued the spanking on his bottom, which was only covered with panties.
He protested, wanted to get off my lap and finally tried to protect his ass with his hand. I grabbed his arm and held him tight. Then I pulled off his panties as well. "Hey, not like that!" He moaned. But my hand had already started working his buttocks again. Firm blows clapped right and left on it and slowly they turned from pink shimmering and a strong bright red.
Finally, I let Jan lean over the kitchenette. The cheese board that lay next to him came in very handy because it had a handy handle. As I grabbed it, I realized how good it was in my hand. It was long and wide enough to hit both buttocks at the same time, so I gave him some loud, reverberant blows. Jan whimpered quietly in the meantime. His buttocks had turned a deep red color and were really sore in places.
When I finally put my arms around him and hugged him, he sobbed uncontrollably. I held him tight and felt him cling to me too. When we broke up and he slowly and carefully put his panties and jeans back on, he said: "Thank you, Robert."


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