Spank Us Again, Sam
The process was teasingly slow for the human, the whirring and screeching almost synchronized to the beats of his favorite rock band until at last, he could raise his head up to look at Bumblebee, his bright yellow self, winking red eyes beaming down at him. The seventeen foot tall robot looked like he was sitting on the ground with a yellow chassis of a Chevy Camaro draped over his lap. A chassis that had a helpless young earthling strapped down on it.
Bee lowered his head to study his young charge, assessed the heartbeat to be obviously faster than normal but not dangerously so. He was starting to perspire, already starting to test the give in his restraints and finding none. Bee smirked at the sight of the cute little ass protruding at the end of his metal lap.
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He folded his legs slightly to make it jut out a whole lot more and Sam groaned louder. Waiting, anticipating and getting massively worked up in the process. The robot calculated the hormonal level as highly stimulated but knew it was nowhere near enough. Nowhere near the heights of absolute insanity that the transformer was capable of bringing his dearest friend to.
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It was after all, what Sam came looking for. The music switched to trance, a heady in-the-zone kind of DJ Talamasca that Bee was pretty fond of himself. And if Sam was complaining about it, let him. His chance to protest or dictate terms were now long gone. Bee called the shots from here on. And the first order of the day was, simply, the removal of unwanted coverings.
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Sam moaned deep in his throat as the cool air-conditioning in the workroom made the skin on his bare bottom tingle. If Mikaela were to walk into the garage right now, she would be greeted with a very interesting sight indeed. Bee of course suspected she was hoping to be invited as audience one day and maybe next time he would. For now, his attention was solely focused on the quivering body below. Sam really groaned this time, realizing Bee was going for the long haul tonight.
The robot was not going to touch him, his cock, that is. Sam was going to have to attain his release purely by the fucking of his ass.
His tight pucker already started to quiver at the very thought of what lay ahead. Sense memory, perhaps. And now the damn car was angling him again, so his ass could be even more accessible. Not on this end, and not on the other. This was all about pleasure under extreme restraints but no pain. The only pain he was prepared, and hell eager to give and that Sam was more than willing to receive, would also emanate only at the rear end, and would come later. Much later. When it would be needed the most. The right hand started to transform then. Whirring sounds alerted Sam to what was about to happen.
A small container of human-friendly lubricant appeared out of nowhere and the next thing Sam knew, his opening was being prodded. He moaned, in absolute relief. The cold lubricating gel dribbled down his insides and since his ass was upturned at the perfect angle, gravity was enabled to run its course. The index finger followed next, slowly but surely pushing its way through the tight orifice. Sam gasped, his muscles reflexively clenching against the invasion.
Eventually Sam did and the finger slipped right in. Sliding all the way down as Sam gasped louder, wiggled this way and that to try to get reacquainted with the feeling of being inescapably stuffed down there. His mind was resisting it but his body was already on board, his cock now hardening further.
Then the finger started to move. Oh Oh Oh! There was no way to control the pace of the fucking. Bee would decide how fast or how slow or how hard or how thick. Bee pushed all the way into Sam as far as he could go and paused right there. Patience, we have all night. And with the metal probe he continued to tease him, fucking infrequently and Sam would jerk and moan every time his prostate was hit.
But just when he was getting used to it, Bee pulled out completely. What the fuck? Sneaked one onto his deft index finger once more and then dipped into the jar of lube next to him on the floor. The rubber dildo was thicker, about fourteen inches long and an inch and a half around the girth. And, it had deep, concentric grooves cut into the surface. Tell me if you like it. He always was.
All his further thoughts evaporated when the rubber end started to circle and tease his exposed pucker. Sam gasped. The coldness of the jelly on his heated up skin was stark and shocking, especially since Bee used the same wet tip to tease the skin of his butt cheeks as well. Pretty soon his entire butt was wet and nicely lubed up, the temperature-changing sensations adding a whole new dimension to the erotic teasing.
Sam rested his forehead against his beloved car, no longer caring for the ache in his outstretched limbs because all his energy and attention was riveted on his bottom. Bee… put it in me already! Sam choked on his breath, no sounds escaped him for a long time as he adjusted to the thicker cock. And then Bee gave him no time to settle down before he started to twist it inside of him. The end massaged his prostate repeatedly until Sam was a complete stammering, blubbering, sobbing mess.
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Which Sam did, and how. Again and again, and again. Bee paused once to dribble some more lube into his vigorously worked over hole, and then silently continued to fuck Sam for the next few minutes. A Perfect Circle played away in the background. Sam came hard, accompanied by an earsplitting scream. Good thing the workroom was soundproofed or the whole neighborhood would have been pounding their door down by now.
His cock had not been so much as grazed against, all this while. Sam nearly passed out with exhaustion. Bee calmly pulled the dildo out and his big robotic palm landed on top of his ass, covering the slim surface completely. Sam panted, struggling to catch his breath and calm his racing heart down. And Sam had been starved for the kind of attention that he could only get from this best friend of his. Sam relished the tenderness of the moment, clinging to it before it melted away.
Just like he would cling to the memory of this entire night tomorrow when Bee left to fight his big war against the Decepticons again. He was on the verge of sinking into a deep sleep when he felt his legs being pulled apart again, the restraints once again tightened to the max. The robot hands pulled away from him and only a gentle giant finger continued to stroke up and down the length of his back. Sam closed his eyes and winced, this was not going to end well for him.
Or his ass. A fourteen inch vibrating dildo, of course! Sammy, Sammy. More lube was dribbled down his aching anus and a slim index finger lightly tickled the cleft of his ass. He writhed, gasping, giggling, trying to get away. He never tired of doing that, ever. This one was thicker and bigger so Bee was very very careful with it. There are hundreds of forces that ultimately shape life outcome, happiness, and success. These academic debates are interesting and necessary, but how should they affect our behavior as parents and professionals?
If it was demonstrated that spanking was an effective intervention, how many parents who do not spank would suddenly begin doing so on a regular basis? How many psychologists would promote spanking? If, as Dr. Gershoff concludes, spanking is ineffective except for immediate compliance, how many parents who spank would stop doing so?
Aggressive behavior may, to an extent, be genetically driven, but how we choose to raise our children is a matter of personal choice so long as we remain within the agreed upon guidelines and boundaries of our community. Rather, we must look within ourselves through a lens of common sense. If, as a parent, all that concerns you is immediate compliance, then spank.
In the final analysis, I suggest you consider how you felt if and when you were struck as a child? Time and time again, parents exposed to corporal punishment as children have told me that they complied because they feared being struck again. How would you feel if, when you made a mistake, your employer, spouse, or friend struck out at you? What message would it convey? How might you respond? Spanking children, I believe, is a misguided by-product of an adaptive behavior. It is often fueled by parental anger and frustration, bearing little resemblance to a rational, science based, strategy designed to raise healthy, happy, resilient children.
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