Another Saturday Walk Home
It was six weeks before I saw Pete in the pub. I don’t think he saw me as I walked in so went in the other bar to drink. Then, not wanting to chance bumping into him I only had two pints before going home. It was a Wednesday so none of my friends were out. Getting home and feeling horny as I’d thought once more on the way about what happened I dressed up for a while, then went to bed about 11 wearing a silk nightgown.
After ten minutes laying down and with a rock-hard cock, I suddenly felt the need to be punished. So, I got out of bed, knelt on it with my naked bum in the air and gave myself a good spanking before finishing off with six of the best from a cut down old leather belt I had. I shot my load in my hand, well most of it, swallowed like a good little sissy, then licked it clean.
Sleep came easily that night.
The following Saturday evening I popped in the pub. It was my first Saturday evening since the adventure in the wood. Pete wasn’t in and after my friends left, I felt safe enough to sit alone at the bar.
I never noticed Pete walk in until he sat beside me. He said hello, ordered his drink and offered me one. I was shocked, and as I was near the end of mine the thought was to politely refuse and go home. I never really answered no, but the bar maid smiled and said, ‘of course I would as the night was still early’. It was just after nine and there was still two hours to go.
I wish that I’d had more beer earlier as all could think about while we talked was any moment Pete would tell someone that was a panty pervert. Especially as he’d been out most of the night and soon began rambling on about one subject after another.
Thankfully, before I realised what time it was, they rang last orders, and I said goodbye to him. Just outside while doing up my coat against the cold November night Pete joined me and off he walked. For whatever reason I went with him rather than the quicker route for me. I was curious I suppose to see if he would stop in the wood for a pee, or if he would say anything about what happened. Even as drunk as he was, he would have to remember some or all of what happened.
Just before the community centre he asked if I was a panty pervert tonight. No, was my quick reply. He laughed for some reason, tugged my arm and steered me down towards the wood. He stopped by the same trunk as last time telling me to wait. I heard him taking a piss wondering what was going to happen. I admit I was scared that I was going to get beaten up and thought about running away.
Pete began to swear at him when we walked back calling out all sorts of derogatory things while asking me what colour knickers I was wearing. Despite my denials he had me drop my jeans to show him my ordinary plain men’s shorts. It got worse when he made me drop them. It was cold and I was shivering from being scared as well. He made me rub myself, but the cold air wasn’t getting me excited at all. After a minute he laughed and reached out to grab me. I flinched away and he swore at me, threatening to drag me to main road and show everyone what I was. I slowly shuffled over, then he got up, dragged me under his arm, rubbed my bare bum vigorously before spanking it a few times very hard. I asked him to stop, he laughed and walloped me some more. He said a dirty little pervert deserved a good hiding, threatening to bring a belt next time.
I was crying before long, begging him to stop. It felt like forever, but it was less than five minutes before he stopped. Then I realised I had a raging hard dick, and so did Pete. He told me to rub it. I did hope to cum quickly and then maybe he would let me go. My dick had other thoughts and with the cold it was clear it wasn’t going to happen. He grabbed me again, bent me over and walloped me some more. It did not help though.
Finally, he made me take off my shorts and hand them over telling me a dirty boy didn’t deserve to wear men’s underwear. I pleaded but he threatened to make me walk home naked, so I passed them over. He threw them in the dirty, put his foot on them and ground them until they were unrecognisable as shorts.
He escorted me back to the road and strode off leaving me behind.
I had three wanks once home before falling asleep. The next day I really had to pinch myself that it happened. By Tuesday I was so tired with all the wanking I did.
After ten minutes laying down and with a rock-hard cock, I suddenly felt the need to be punished. So, I got out of bed, knelt on it with my naked bum in the air and gave myself a good spanking before finishing off with six of the best from a cut down old leather belt I had. I shot my load in my hand, well most of it, swallowed like a good little sissy, then licked it clean.
Sleep came easily that night.
The following Saturday evening I popped in the pub. It was my first Saturday evening since the adventure in the wood. Pete wasn’t in and after my friends left, I felt safe enough to sit alone at the bar.
I never noticed Pete walk in until he sat beside me. He said hello, ordered his drink and offered me one. I was shocked, and as I was near the end of mine the thought was to politely refuse and go home. I never really answered no, but the bar maid smiled and said, ‘of course I would as the night was still early’. It was just after nine and there was still two hours to go.
I wish that I’d had more beer earlier as all could think about while we talked was any moment Pete would tell someone that was a panty pervert. Especially as he’d been out most of the night and soon began rambling on about one subject after another.
Thankfully, before I realised what time it was, they rang last orders, and I said goodbye to him. Just outside while doing up my coat against the cold November night Pete joined me and off he walked. For whatever reason I went with him rather than the quicker route for me. I was curious I suppose to see if he would stop in the wood for a pee, or if he would say anything about what happened. Even as drunk as he was, he would have to remember some or all of what happened.
Just before the community centre he asked if I was a panty pervert tonight. No, was my quick reply. He laughed for some reason, tugged my arm and steered me down towards the wood. He stopped by the same trunk as last time telling me to wait. I heard him taking a piss wondering what was going to happen. I admit I was scared that I was going to get beaten up and thought about running away.
Pete began to swear at him when we walked back calling out all sorts of derogatory things while asking me what colour knickers I was wearing. Despite my denials he had me drop my jeans to show him my ordinary plain men’s shorts. It got worse when he made me drop them. It was cold and I was shivering from being scared as well. He made me rub myself, but the cold air wasn’t getting me excited at all. After a minute he laughed and reached out to grab me. I flinched away and he swore at me, threatening to drag me to main road and show everyone what I was. I slowly shuffled over, then he got up, dragged me under his arm, rubbed my bare bum vigorously before spanking it a few times very hard. I asked him to stop, he laughed and walloped me some more. He said a dirty little pervert deserved a good hiding, threatening to bring a belt next time.
I was crying before long, begging him to stop. It felt like forever, but it was less than five minutes before he stopped. Then I realised I had a raging hard dick, and so did Pete. He told me to rub it. I did hope to cum quickly and then maybe he would let me go. My dick had other thoughts and with the cold it was clear it wasn’t going to happen. He grabbed me again, bent me over and walloped me some more. It did not help though.
Finally, he made me take off my shorts and hand them over telling me a dirty boy didn’t deserve to wear men’s underwear. I pleaded but he threatened to make me walk home naked, so I passed them over. He threw them in the dirty, put his foot on them and ground them until they were unrecognisable as shorts.
He escorted me back to the road and strode off leaving me behind.
I had three wanks once home before falling asleep. The next day I really had to pinch myself that it happened. By Tuesday I was so tired with all the wanking I did.
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