Spanks for Looking

By Jere Haken

When twenty-two-year-old voyeur Thomas Dannel moves down south and discovers that his new neighbor is sexy landscaper Lee, he can't wait to take a look. When he witnesses a bit of man-on-man spanking action through the living room window, he's hooked. Who is that other young guy, and how does he manage to get himself spanked every single week? More importantly, how much trouble will Thomas be in when he inevitably gets caught? Is he prepared to let Lee spank him, and is he ready to let someone else watch?

Warning: This 8800 word M/m erotic short story contains voyeurism, exhibitionism, shirtless yard work, a leather belt, a wooden paddle, and an open window. It features one kind but no-nonsense top and two spanked bottoms. Includes self-pleasure but no explicit sex. To be enjoyed by adults only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jere Haken
• Release date: Aug 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476329598

Jere Haken

Jere Haken is a lifelong spanking enthusiast who enjoys stories about bright red bottoms on men and women alike. If the word "spanking" gives you that special tingle, you'll definitely want to check out stories by this author!

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Spanks for Looking

Jere Haken

Copyright 2012 Jere Haken

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It wasn't hard to sneak up to the neighbor's house. It was dark outside, after all, and Lee didn't have a security light. He probably never thought he needed one.

In true Riverview Hill fashion, the curtains were pulled shut in the living room. However, they also happened to be made of a thin, sheer material that Thomas could see through—just barely, but it was enough.

He peered into the empty room, appreciating the simple décor. He wondered if Lee had a wife. He guessed not. Women's homes had trinkets. Lee's living room was plain.

So, when a young man stumbled into the living room naked from the waist down, he really stood out.

Thomas ducked as low as he could while still being able to see inside. His heart thumped hard in his chest when, seconds later, Lee appeared in the living room, a belt dangling at his side.

He couldn't make out the words, but the young man appeared to be pleading with him, and his hands alternated between blocking his junk in front and his bare ass in back. Lee stood with his arms folded, still clutching the belt, and when the young man fell silent, he nodded toward the sofa.

Thomas couldn't believe his hopefully well-concealed eyes. Was he really going to get to witness his very first honest-to-god southern belt whipping? That would almost make moving to Tennessee worth it.

Almost.

Sure enough, with his head hanging low, the contrite young man inside draped himself over the arm of the sofa and buried his face in the cushion. Thomas held his breath as he watched Lee take up position behind him. The first lick hit, making both young men jump. The smack of leather on flesh was so loud that Thomas could hear it even through the closed window, followed by the young guy's howl of pain.

Lee spoke to him then, the belt poised high above him in case, Thomas supposed, he didn't like the younger man's reply. He must have given the wrong answer, because that belt lashed down three times in a row, and Thomas would have sworn he could make out each individual red stripe as it formed.

He watched, fascinated, as the belt continued to fall with a steady smack, smack, smack. Who was the guy, he wondered? He looked a little too old to be Lee's son. He could be another relative, a nephew maybe, but Thomas doubted it. What had he done to earn himself punishment? Had he actually done anything