Spanked At Last

By Jack Brighton

Based around the story taken from the collection 'Keep it in the Family' this rewritten version is over twice as long.
James has always had the hots for his dad's best friend, Gus. On his eitghteenth birthday Gus gives him the present he's always wanted - and it involves a lot more than just a spanking!
Warning: This book contains explicit gay m/m content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Nov 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465984630

Jack Brighton

Jack Brighton is a British author who specialises in M/M erotica - most of which, but by no means all, falls into the category of BDSM - a way of life that he has rich experience of. There are romantic overtones in some of his work, but you tend to get what it says on the label. All the books fall under the banner 'Flaming Hot Gay BDSM' or 'Flaming Hot Gay Erotica', so don't expect anything else. But do expect them to be flaming hot, with plenty of storyline and character development. A dry sense of humour also features, and a very vivid imagination. He is best known for his 'Tales from The Wild Side' series, where that imagination runs riot.Jack was brought up in a mining community in the west of Scotland, took his degree at Stirling, did a year's post- graduate in Edinburgh, then moved south to London, where he taught for a few years before moving into the finance sector, based in The City. Many of his stories draw on this background - as a gay man trying to find himself in what was more often than not a hostile environment.Having given up the rat race, Jack became a full time writer in 2010. He now lives in Brighton with his long term partner.Jack has also written mainstream fiction under the pen name J. K. Brighton.

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Spanked at Last

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Fergie Boy aka Jack Brighton, 2011

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. As a piece of erotic fantasy where licence can be taken, certain scenes involve unprotected sex. This has been done to enhance the story.

Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract –The Devil in Big Tam Calder

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot BDSM Collection

BDSM Series Extract –Taken by the Vorinovs

BDSM Book Extract –The Full Service

About the Author

Author’s Note

Spanked at Last was originally released under the name of Fergie Boy – a pen name which I used initially when writing specifically for Gay Boy Books. The relationship ended quite some time ago, but the name was taken forward. As many of the early ‘Fergie Boy’ books have been reworked, and new editions released, it felt like the right time to bring them under the Jack Brighton umbrella.

Please note that Spanked at Last would be classed a gay erotica, with a small amount of BDSM content.

Chapter 1

Here you go: your first legal pint in a pub.

Thanks, Gus... Cheers!

Cheers!

We weren’t actually in a pub, we were sitting outside at one of the benches overlooking the beach, watching the world go by, two blokes enjoying a Saturday afternoon pint - it was the first one Gus had ever bought for me.

Gus was funny like that. He had adamantly refused to take me to the pub until I was eighteen, which thankfully happened two days ago. He knew fine well that I drank - of course he did! I had staggered into his flat on a couple of occasions after a night out on the piss with some mates. He never told me off or lectured me about it, like most men in his position would. Even when he found me throwing up in his toilet, making a right mess and stinking the place out, he still kept calm. He should have shown me the door and tossed me out – but Gus would never do a thing like that – not to me at any rate. He told me that I should take it easy and not get so wasted, he warned me that binge drinking could do serious harm - but he didn’t nag on about it. He said there was no point - I would get enough of that sort of earache from my mum.

And he was right about that - she was endlessly nagging me. Ever since the car accident that killed my dad eight years ago, that’s how it had been: mum forever nagging me about one thing or another and smothering me in overbearing protection. It was like she was so fearful of losing me as well, that she was afraid to let me live my life.

Don’t do this! Don’t do that! Be careful if you’re going out on your bike. The roads are so dangerous – you know what happened to your...

Yes, I knew. I was hardly likely to forget! He was killed by a drunk driver when I was ten years old. But that didn’t mean the same thing was going happen to me, or that some other piece of bad luck was lurking round the corner. But Mum in her grief didn’t see things that way – the whole world in her eyes was conspiring to harm me and care was needed at all times. It was only when I came to visit Gus, my dad’s best friend when he was still alive, that I found some normality.

Gus was fantastic. He was always a great bloke in my opinion, spoiling me rotten when I was a little kid with presents and all that. But when Dad died he really stepped up to the mark. He helped me pull through after the accident and managed things with my mum so I had some space to breathe. He didn’t try to take over from my dad, but he was always there whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on. And when you’re only ten years old and you’ve lost your dad, the tears can come all too easy. I cried on his shoulder a lot during that first year without Dad. I still find occasions to do it even now – I find it comforting to be held in Gus’s strong arms.

As a kid, I wished that Gus lived closer so I could see him more often. Our house is in Tunbridge Wells, and Gus lives in Brighton, which is fifty miles away. But as I grew older, after I’d turned sixteen and Mum let me go visit Gus on my own, I really appreciated the value of distance. It meant that I could escape the endless nagging and the grief that wouldn’t go away. I felt sorry for Mum – she must have loved Dad so much. I did as well, but my whole life was before me – I didn’t want to be forever wallowing in lamentation. So once I was given the green light, I headed down to the coast whenever I could to taste a bit of freedom.

And freedom is what Gus gave me. Oh he didn’t exactly let me get away with blue murder, but he wasn’t very strict when he was ‘in loco parentis’. I sometimes wished that he would take a firmer stand when I visited. Freedom was all very well, but young lads also need discipline in their lives. Of course Gus would never dream of raising a finger to me, never mind giving me a clout round the ear, or taking his hand to my ass and giving it a good spanking – or a ‘skelping’ as Gus would call it. He wasn’t my father – and that wasn’t his style. Shame really – I quite fancied the idea of a hunky big man putting me over his lap and giving my ass a spanking.

But I’m hardly grumbling – it was fantastic being able to come and stay with Gus. And Brighton’s a great place – I absolutely love it. There’s so much to do, and the atmosphere is so relaxed. It’s surely the most liberal and open-minded city in Britain, and of course it’s by the sea, so that means there’s the beach – a pebble affair rather than soft golden sand, but you can’t have everything. On the up side though, and I’m the sort of lad that tries to look on the positive aspects of life, with pebbles you don’t end up with sand in the crack of your arse after a day at the beach! And trust me – in Brighton, that’s pretty important.

Why?

Because so many of the lads in Brighton are gay! The place is positively riddled with faggots! I’m one of that set, although I don’t actually live there – not yet at any rate – a state of affairs I intend to change very soon. I also haven’t come out, nor have I ever been laid – another sorry situation