One Hundred Shades of Red

By Christopher Trevor

100 Shades of Red:It all began with a simple question, although a question that most grown men did not count on being asked, that question being, “What do you think, that as an adult, you still deserve an old-fashioned spanking for?” When Christopher Trevor, author of more than 40 books of intense erotic fiction, put that question out there, the responses he received from grown men, from corporate executives to construction workers and from dads and sons, sports coaches and their charges, was overwhelming. Astonishingly drawn to the title and subject matter of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy, with its focus on domination and submission Mr. Trevor decided to double the number and intensify the color, hence comes 100 Shades of Red. The title itself should be an instant clue to exactly what the book focuses on, but for those who are still in the dark, just as the blindfolded cover model is, here is the answer, the book focuses on the discipline of adult men, and the need for discipline that some adult men still crave, sometimes secretly, sometimes openly. “It truly astounded me how many responses I received from grown men who felt that they still deserved an old-fashioned spanking,” the author says. “And the reasons these men gave as to the “why” of the reasons they still deserved to be spanked were totally varied…and some most unusual. For example, the story, “Wesley Preston Learns his Lesson” truly hit (no pun intended) home for me where one of my most intense fetishes is concerned. So when I fictionalized what the gentleman who inspired the story told me as to why he believed he still deserved a spanking, even as a grown man, I was able to bring two of my fetishes to life in the story. Other stories, such as, “Caning Roderick” and “John Robinson- a story of Total Recall”, were inspired not just by what the men who emailed me told me, but by pictures that I had found on the internet that helped complement the story.” “Mr. Darkmoor” and “James’ Punishment” were both written by two of Christopher Trevor’s author buddies and are included in this collection as well.“I’ve always enjoyed having other writers work featured in my collections of short stories,” Christopher states. “But of course the subject matter of the stories have to live up to what the collection entails. It makes me thank God that I have writer friends who share some of the same quirks that I do.” When asked about the story, “Training a Jock Dad” and what inspired it Christopher Trevor replied by saying, “It’s the story of a man who is married to a woman and he’s come to discover later in life that he is bisexual. Like my tickle novel, “Timmy’s Ticklish Trials” the entire story was written via emails that I and the fictionalized Jock Dad character sent each other.” The final question we put to the author on his latest erotic short story collection was, “Like most of your other stories do the stories in this book cry out for sequels that may appear in your upcoming books?” Before responding Mr. Trevor grins and then says, “Well, there is a lot of screaming out in the stories in 100 Shaded of Red, but that’s all I’m going to say. As for sequels to the stories in 100 Shades of Red you’ll have to read the book to find out.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796038392

Christopher Trevor

Christopher Trevor is a published author of more than thirty-five books of unique erotica. In 2004, the year he was first book-published, Mr. Trevor was the only and first author with his publishing company to have two books published at the same time. As time has gone on he has continued to write more and more erotic tales, resulting in a very prolific and matchless body of work. This is Mr. Trevor’s first self-published book.

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CONTENTS

What inspired this book of: Confessional Spankings

Introduction from the past by Adam, the Poet Dreamer

Title: The Radar Cop

As told by: Chuck

Title: Nathan’s Punishment

Author: Christopher Trevor

Title: Wesley Preston Learns His Lesson

Author: Christopher Trevor

Title: Dad’s Discipline

Author: Christopher Trevor

Title: John Robinson Recalls…Total Recall.

Author: Christopher Trevor

Title: Mr. Darkmoor

As told by: Oliver

Title: James’ Punishment

Author: Christopher Trevor and Inspired by: James himself…

Title: Pat Brego’s Response

As told by: Pat Brego

Title: Caning Roderick

Author: Christopher Trevor

Title: Rudy’s Comeuppance

As told by: Rudy Valente

Title: Training a Jock Dad

Author: Christopher Trevor and Inspired by a new bisexual buddy who calls himself: Jock Dad

Title: Training a Jock Dad

Author: Christopher Trevor and Inspired by a new bisexual buddy who calls himself: Jock Dad 2

Title: Training a Jock Dad

Author: Christopher Trevor and Inspired by a new bisexual buddy who calls himself: Jock Dad 3

Title: Training a Jock Dad

Author: Christopher Trevor and Inspired by a new bisexual buddy who calls himself: Jock Dad 4

Title: An Impromptu Spanking Appointment

Written by: Christopher Trevor, as told to the author by a buddy of his…

An Impromptu Spanking Appointment (Chapter Two)

Written by: Christopher Trevor, as told to the author by a buddy of his…

An Impromptu Spanking Appointment (Chapter Three)

Written by: Christopher Trevor, as told to the author by a buddy of his…

Title: Jason Vincent’s Response

As told by: Jason Vincent

WHAT INSPIRED THIS BOOK OF: CONFESSIONAL SPANKINGS…

Interviews with men asked the question: What have you done in your lifetime that you feel you still deserve an old fashioned spanking for?

When I put this question out there in a mass email blast I could not believe the amount of responses I received. Some of the responses were non-fiction and some were fiction, in other words, fantasies that grown men entertain where being disciplined via being spanked, even as an adult, still somehow arouses them on a sexual yet fear-filled level. These men told me how they love that feeling of fear mixed with sexual longing, along with some humiliation thrown in for good measure.

But obviously, for this book, I was only able to use some of the responses I received. But then, perhaps some of these stories will be continued in the next book of 100 Shades of Red, along with more of the responses I received to the question, "What have you done in your lifetime that you feel you still deserve an old fashioned spanking for?"

INTRODUCTION FROM THE PAST BY ADAM, THE POET DREAMER

The wicked and erotic mind of Christopher Trevor strikes again in this all new collection of stories dealing with male discipline. He has brought together various tales to tell of discipline and what it means to grown men, both in the literal sense and in erotic fantasies.

We are treated to the heated stories of Christopher Trevor himself once more.

Just when we thought we were all grown up and that we have life figured out, we come to realize that there are still times when we must answer to a higher power, whether we like it or not.

We come to realize that there are most definitely times in life when we may go too far or push the wrong buttons; hence, we need to be reminded of who is in charge.

And with that in mind, we must be taught a lesson or two, or three, so as you can understand, we are never too old to be disciplined…

-Adam the Poet Dreamer-

A quick tale from the past from my buddy, Ron Bossman…a man who is not just a great writer but a true inspiration as well…

It was several years ago now. I was on a crowded subway train in the city of Boston, heading to an early morning class. Once again I was late for class. The train was packed with early morning commuters. The person next to me was somehow managing to drink a cup of coffee while holding on to the handrail above and reading a local personals newspaper. You have to realize that this was years before online chat rooms or the internet. You would see very interesting and creative ads placed in the personals.

Now I know it’s not good form to read someone else’s newspaper, but since the train was so crowded and we were practically joined at the hip I thought I’d make this one exception. The section of the paper facing me just happened to be men for men. Perfect. Now remember this was years ago. My twenty something year old mind did not need much to get it going. Hell, my forty something year old mind does not need much to get it going. There was this one ad that jumped out at me. It was very simple.

Discipline: the ability to instruct a person to follow a code of conduct. To adhere to a certain set of ways, and certain behaviors. To find out more reply to this ad.

My mind was racing. That was all I needed to read. The thoughts occupied my mind throughout the remainder of the subway ride and then well into my very busy day of classes. I often wondered what I would have found if I had answered the ad.

Of course my imagination came up with several scenes that could have taken place, all of them sexual of course. Remember, I was in my early twenties at the time. Did the person who had placed the ad want to teach a young man about discipline? Was he a typical daddy type of person? Or perhaps it was someone who was looking for more control in his life. Perhaps an executive who gets tired of being in control all the time and secretly desires someone else taking over?

We’ve collected several stories here that all have some form of discipline attached to them. As you read through the stories please think of that ad on the subway that I saw. Perhaps the same author has penned a story in this book…LOL…

-Ron Bossman-

TITLE: THE RADAR COP

As told by: Chuck

Christopher, I’m pleased to offer you a short, anecdotal experience as a Dominant spanker. Please feel free to use as much or as little of this as you care to. Credit me as ‘Chuck’

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When motorists get cited for speeding or improper lane changes or any type of moving violation, they are not very happy with the police officer who apprehended and cited them. These days, cops are more aggressive and mouthy, almost as though they are trying to provoke an incident that gives them an excuse to haul a driver out of their car, slam them up against it, slap cuffs on them and generally make those motorists’ lives miserable. How often have I heard the retort that those so-and-so cops need a good ass-whipping to smarten them up!

I have the most enviable task every month, and that is laying a thick leather razor strop or similar implement of chastisement across the bare ass cheeks of a twenty-seven year old radar patrol cop, here in my city. This law enforcement lad has no siblings; his mother passed some years ago while he was in his late teens, and his father was estranged from the family when this lad was barely off his mother’s breast. So, like most typical North American young adult males, he wasn’t a criminal or sociopath as a result of a screwy upbringing, but he lacked proper manners and the understanding of basic respect for those older than him.

I met him online in a small, local chat room dedicated to various kink practices. He impressed me with his level of sincerity, and how painstaking he was in determining what I liked to do when punishing young adult lads and how I would conduct a discipline session. None of this was unusual, as many intelligent men take the measure of potential Doms and spankers, and then narrow the search until they find one who seems to mesh with their own needs.

We did that first awkward meeting at a coffee and donut place and I sensed almost from the handshake that we were Sympatico. We ended up sitting in my car, since the coffee shop was too noisy and not nearly discreet enough to conduct a frank conversation about spanking. He began calling me Sir almost immediately, and that is often a sign of both compatibility and of the submissive’s intent and desire to take discipline from me. We discussed our careers and interests, and I was not at all surprised when he revealed that he was a radar cop, and had joined our local Police service when he was twenty-three. We talked about what it was like to be a law enforcement professional, and our conversation soon headed in the direction of why he needed punishment and how often. Yes, discipline such as what I mete out should not be just a onetime experience. Like other forms of therapy it needs to be ongoing so that the recipient maintains his status in life and at the same time is always improving himself.

The radar cop admitted to being sloppy when writing out tickets, and delaying motorists unnecessarily at the roadside.

He also admitted to being lazy about good physical fitness, even though there is a fantastic gym and workout room in the police substation where he is assigned, free for all staff to use with the best of equipment.

I suggested that he report to me monthly and have a short discussion on his shortcomings, and from that point I would determine what implement would be used as his instrument of punishment, how many strokes, etc.

He made sure that I was not afraid to use good restraints, as he had purchased extra handcuffs, leg shackles, spreader bar, ball gag, blindfold, and several very wicked-looking straps/strops. Being single, he had a good deal of disposable income, and when questioned he said that he wanted to be ready for any spanker when the time came. We settled on a first appointment and when I arrived at his small bungalow on a quiet street in the city’s south end, he was already stripped to a tight jockstrap and had all his equipment lain out on the living room sofa.

I decided to punish him while he bent over the back of an armchair, and he willingly moved into position. Using lengths of woven clothesline rope and some of the restraints that my sub had purchased, I tethered him in a fairly restrictive position, in which he could neither stand nor slide sideways to escape the lashes of the strap that I chose to use. It was a Red Devil (famous brand name) razor strop, and my sub was both eager and nervous as he awaited my short speech on how many licks he was to receive. I also ball-gagged him. I often prefer to spank in a father-figure style, and so I told my young cop that since he was twenty-five (then), he would take two licks for each year. Now fifty strap licks may not sound like a lot to some men who can take a hundred or more when acclimated. But for a young lad in his mid-twenties, fifty sharp smacks of an oiled strop will leave a deep redness that lasts for several hours, as well as an intense burning and stinging immediately during and after the session. I abhor blood drawing, and so I like straps and strops…..they produce wonderfully credible welts on buttocks and upper thighs, but if used properly will never break the skin.

I gave him five sets of ten licks each, with about two minutes in between sets to catch his breath and for his butt to recover some sensitivity. Too many strokes laid on too quickly simply numb the cheeks and the effort is wasted. By the time I had applied the fiftieth stinging crack of the strop, he was sobbing and crying freely through the ball gag.

When I removed the gag and his shackles, he stood up haltingly and then reached out to hug me. I offered him a strong hug in return and allowed him to cry it out on my shoulder. This is a critical part of aftercare of a punished sub, and needs to be in place. Ignoring aftercare sends a message of hate and disinterest.

After that first session, we exchanged phone numbers, and although we still do a discipline session monthly to this day, my radar cop buddy likes to call and just talk about stuff. We never discuss spanking over the phone, not for any security reasons, but simply because he needs an older male to talk to, as though talking to dad. We’ve enjoyed some wonderful discussions. And, every month I get to light up those muscular round butt cheeks with an implement, and bring a policeman to the righteous sense of discipline that he craves.

TITLE: NATHAN’S PUNISHMENT

Author: Christopher Trevor

Author’s Note: This one is for the ladies…and for guys who have cheated on their significant other…with a sort of shocking ending…

How many times Nathan? Emma asked harshly as she brought her round wooden paddle down HARD on her boyfriend’s upturned ass cheeks, as he lay over her lap…

…with his suit pants and briefs down around his calves and ankles…

OWWWWWWWW!!!! was the young finance executive’s response. Please Emma!! It meant nothing!!

And in response Emma raised her paddle and brought it down five times in SEARING succession on her handsome boyfriend’s naked rear-end.

The sounds of WHAPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPP as the paddle connected with Nathan’s ass globes filled the room.

OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWW!!!! was again Nathan’s reply.

That is not the answer I’m looking for Nathan! Emma said loudly and sternly. I asked you how many times? How many times did it happen? How many times did you meet her? How many times did you fuck her?

Before Nathan could respond again though Emma raised her paddle high and brought it meanly crashing down on her boyfriend’s ass cheeks, again five times in HARD BURNING succession.

AHHHHHHH!!! Jeez Emma, please!!! Do we really have to do this??? Nathan pleaded miserably.

Once more Emma responded by paddling Nathan’s ass cheeks…this time in ten HARD successive whaps…

Answer the question Nathan!! Emma said. And yes, we have to do this! You need to learn a lesson!!

With that Emma paddled Nathan’s rear-end ten more times.

YOWWWWWWWW!!! Nathan cried out, pressing the palms of his big football player-sized hands hard against the floor as he lay over his girlfriend’s lap. This is mortifying Emma! You’re spanking me as if I were a little kid here!

Again Emma paddled Nathan’s ass cheeks…this time fifteen HARD times.

When one misbehaves like a little kid one will be punished like a little kid Nathan, Emma replied and whapped Nathan’s ass five more times, getting another LOUD cry of agony out of him. "Now Nathan, this will continue until you answer my questions truthfully! Or, you can just get up, pull up your underpants and suit pants and walk out of here…and out of my life…forever."

Before going on Emma paddled Nathan’s ass cheeks ten more times…

YOWWWWWWW!!! Nathan bellowed.

How many times Nathan? How many times did it happen? How many times did you fuck her? Emma repeated her questions yet again and again paddled Nathan’s ass cheeks…another fifteen times…

OWWWWWWW!!! Okay, okay, damn it all…five times, maybe six or seven, okay??? Approximately seven times it happened!! Seven times I fucked her!! There! Are you satisfied now Emma??? Nathan pleaded. SEVEN TIMES!!! Now will you stop torturing me here??

Seven times, seven damned times, Emma seethed through clenched teeth, raised her paddle high and again thrashed her boyfriend’s ass cheeks, this time a total of twenty times.

AYYYYYYYYY!!!! Nathan screamed that time in a high shrill pitched tone of voice…and his tears flowed. I’m sorry Emma!! I’m so sorry! It meant nothing! I swear to you, it meant nothing!!

Nothing? It meant nothing Nathan? Emma asked as her boyfriend sniveled, cried and his tears and nose snot landed on the floor in front of his face. You fucked her seven times and it meant nothing? Why do all you men who cheat say that that it meant nothing?

Before Nathan could reply again Emma paddled his ass ANOTHER twenty times…

OWWWWWWWW!!!! Nathan sobbed now and punched the floor. It meant nothing because you’re the only one I really love!! Please Emma, please stop spanking me! My ass feels like it’s on fire!!!

Yes, it’s as red as a ripe tomato Nathan! Emma said, but brought her paddle down another ten times.

YOWWWWWW!!! Nathan screamed. Emma please, PLEASE, can’t we just talk now???

Not until you promise that it will never happen again Nathan, not until you promise…REALLY promise! Emma shouted now and whapped her boyfriend’s ass another ten times.

OWWWWWW!!!! OKAY, okay, I promise, I promise you Emma!! Nathan pleaded. It will never happen again!! Please just stop spanking me already!!! My poor ass feels like it’s mincemeat!!

Your poor ass Nathan? Emma asked sarcastically. Your poor ass? What about my poor heart? Do you know how that feels????

That said Emma paddled Nathan another ten times…

OWWWWWW!!! I’m so sorry Emma! I swear I’m so sorry! I am so SOOOORRRRRREEEE!!!! Nathan keened.

What was her name Nathan? Emma asked and prompted her boyfriend by paddling his ass another twenty times.

OH please, OWWWWWWWW!!!! Please Emma, does it really matter what her name was??? Nathan reeled as his tears profusely flowed.

Confession is good for the soul Nathan, Emma replied and paddled her boyfriend’s ass ten more times.

OWWWWWWWWW, JESUS CHRIST Emma, you’re killing here! Nathan shouted.

Oh stop it Nathan, you’re a tough guy, you have no idea how much pain your ass can endure, Emma replied sarcastically and paddled Nathan’s rear-end another ten times, him screaming as she did so. But as for my heart, it can’t endure this kind of pain. Now Nathan…her name…

FUCK, fuck it, Nathan reeled miserably. Okay, if it’ll get me out of this infernal position and get YOU to stop paddling me I will tell you…I WILL TELL YOU!!!

Her name Nathan… Emma repeated and paddled the finance executive’s ass ANOTHER ten times.

OWWWWWWW!!!! Her-her name was Stacey, Nathan said. Okay? Her name was Stacey! Will you stop now???

In response Emma raised her paddle high and brought it crashing down ten times on Nathan’s right ass cheek, then ten times on his left ass cheek…

EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! OWWWWEEEEEEEE, My God Emma, I told you what you wanted to know! Nathan keened, his head spinning at that point, his ass simply a thing filled with searing and stinging pain.

Stacey huh? Emma asked. How are you going to go about telling her that you and she are NEVER going to see each other again Nathan?

And this time as she spoke Emma rubbed her paddle over Nathan’s HIGHLY reddened ass cheeks, teasing him with it.

I-I’ll call her and tell her, Nathan said. I’ll tell her it’s over, I’ll tell her it’s you I really love, I’ll fucking tell her, okay???

Good answer, Emma said, raised her paddle and brought it down a last twenty times on Nathan’s scorched rear-end.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! Nathan screamed, cried and punched the floor.

When Emma finally stopped paddling his ass she said, Now, get up off my lap, pull up your briefs and suit pants, get your cell phone from your suit jacket pocket and call Stacey!

Nathan quickly, trembling and shaking, pulled himself to his feet, reached down, and still crying pulled up his briefs and suit pants, buttoning his suit pants.

N-now Emma? Nathan asked. "I have to call her now???"

"You can either call her now