I’ve been working on the holiday stories quite a lot these past few weeks, and I wrote one with a couple of new-to-the-SCU characters, Dave and Patrick — they’re straight men who do a spanking scene together. My Christmas gift to you is a preview of this story, which hopefully you’ll find enticing.

Dave followed Patrick into what looked like an office; there was a computer, a couch, a TV, and, in the middle of the room, a spanking bench. Thankfully it was the kind that looked like steps; Dave didn’t care for the sawhorse type — those tended to put pressure on uncomfortable places. Patrick had laid out several implements on the couch, and he asked Dave if any of them looked like things he wouldn’t want.

“No, I’m open to all of them,” he said. “Do you have a towel?”

“Oh, good idea.” Patrick left the room for a moment, and returned with a light-blue bath towel, which he draped over the top part of the bench. “Okay, I’m ready if you are.”

“Almost.” Dave slipped off his shoes and then took off his shorts and boxers. He wasn’t self-conscious about Patrick seeing him half-naked; neither of them were interested in men from a romantic or sexual angle, and it wasn’t like Patrick was going to be interacting with Dave’s penis at all. Dave did, however, notice that Patrick was carefully not looking below Dave’s waist at the moment.

Dave climbed up onto the spanking bench, bending over the top part, his knees on the bottom part. The bench was a little taller than the ones he was used to, and he had to adjust a bit, but the cushions were soft and he got comfortable.

Patrick moved to stand beside Dave, on his left side — which meant Patrick was right-handed. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” Dave said. They’d already talked about where Dave consented to be touched, but he appreciated being asked.

Patrick’s hand was warm on Dave’s lower back. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

The last time Dave had been spanked, it was at the spanking party, by a guy named Charlie — they’d met at the role-play event, played again later, and then done one final spanking the morning both of them left for home. Since then, Dave’s backside had been untouched.

Patrick certainly touched it, and he did so rather firmly, each swat a sharp whack! on Dave’s bare ass. Patrick was starting a little harder than Charlie had done, but Dave knew he could take it; he’d played very hard in the past, and this was manageable. Patrick also spanked faster than most people Dave played with, except for when he was bottoming for a punishment scene — he was no-nonsense about his rhythm as he spanked Dave, his hand quickly warming Dave’s ass. Dave, who had red hair and very pale skin, had a feeling Patrick could leave marks with just his hand if he wanted to. And this was just the beginning.

Dave sighed and relaxed into the spanking. With straight male tops, he always worried that the guy would be too tentative, or somehow change his mind about spanking another man. Thankfully, Patrick seemed to have no issues there, and he spanked Dave thoroughly, for quite a long while, until Dave felt like his entire ass was glowing and red. Only then did Patrick stop and rub his backside. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m great.” Dave’s fingers and toes were already tingling. He’d gotten hard at the start of the spanking — that always happened — but after a minute or so his erection had gone away when his body realized nothing sexual was going to happen. Not that Dave had any interest in Patrick, not that way, but the body does what it does.

“Glad to hear it. More?”

“Yes, please.”