We play a game

I stood silently as Mr. Smith got up to leave. “Catch you later brother,” Mr. Johnson called after him.

“Remember to lock the door when you leave,” Mr. Smith called back.

Just like that I was alone with Mr. Johnson. Earlier in the day, at school, he had been my math teacher. Now he was my black master. He grabbed my hips and turned me around, so I was facing him. He peered at my body, looking me up and down. He reached out and used his index finger to play with my erect penis. Pressing down on the tip of my penis, he then released it and watched my tiny erection bounce.

“I want to play a game,” he finally said. “I want you to lay cross my lap. Ass up.”

I did as I was told. Stretching across his lap was awkward. I got on all fours on the couch next to him, then gingerly reached my arms over his lap and settled down. My ass was directly under his face, and I was looking away from him at the arm of the sofa.

“Good. This is like truth or dare. I want to ask you some questions. If I think you are lying to me, then I’m going to give you a good swat.”

He demonstrated by smacking my ass with his palm. There was a crisp SLAP noise. I bit my lip to hold in a shout.

“You get it?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” I replied.

SLAP. I bit my lip again trying not to shout. “That one was for fun,” Mr. Johnson whispered meanly. “Let’s get started. Do you like black dicks?”

“Yes sir.”

“How many have you seen?”

“You and Mr. Smith. Some boys from my swim team. I’ve seen a lot on the internet.”

“Were any of them small?”

“No sir.”

“Are you small? Do you have a small penis?”

“Yes sir.”

SLAP. “Ouch!” I couldn’t hold in the cry this time.

“I want you to say it.”

“I have a small penis.”

SLAP. SLAP. “Stop!” I begged.

“Louder,” Mr. Johnson ordered.

I yelled out, “I HAVE A SMALL PENIS.”

“Good boy. Moving on, are you gay?”

I had to think about this one, and apparently I was thinking for too long because Mr. Johnson gave me a hard SLAP.

“I don’t know Mr. Johnson!” I pleaded. That earned me two more firm swats. SLAP. SLAP.

“How do you NOT know if you’re gay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t look at all guys really.” I spoke fast to avoid another spanking. “I just, like, noticed Mr. Smith, and you, and the black boys on my swim team.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’re gay for black guys, right?”

“Yes sir.” I answered, but he still gave me a hard SLAP.

I immediately knew Mr. Johnson wanted more details. “I’m gay for black men!” I yelled. “I’m gay for black cock! Big black cock! I’m gay!”

He complimented me. “You’re a fast learner.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” was his next question.

“Yes!” I immediately replied, but Mr. Johnson still gave me three firm smacks. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered before a fourth smack. SLAP.

“I do. I swear. I want you to fuck me!”

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

“Please Mr. Johnson! Stop!” I tried to wriggle away, but Mr. Johnson pinned me down with one arm. He continued giving me a firm spanking.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

“Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! I want your cock inside me!” I wined as tears welled up in my eyes.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

“Do I need to use a condom?” He asked.

“What? No. Mr. Smith didn’t.”

“Good answer.” His voice was smug. I could tell he was pleased with himself, but still the spanking continued with another three hits.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

“What? What do you want?” I begged. Warm tears rolled down my face.

He continued his ****. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

He paused, making an audible “hmmm” noise. “I think you ass looks better all red and hot.” SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. “I wish you could see it.” SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

“Please,” I cried. “Please stop.”

Again he made an audible “hmmm” noise. He started speaking, spanking me in between each word. “Today” SLAP “I” SLAP “want” SLAP “to” SLAP “take” SLAP “some” SLAP “pictures” SLAP.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Anything you want!” I was fully crying as Mr. Johnson released me. I pulled away and sat up on my knees. I tried to get a good look at my sore butt.

While I did that Mr. Johnson stood up. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it away. Next he kicked off his shoes, undid his belt, and slid is trousers and boxers off.

We were equally naked now. His pudgy black body was facing my slim white figure. His massive black erection was looking directly at me. In his hand I could see his iPhone.