Spanking the Cop

They had met under unusual circumstances. Gordon owned a gym and fitness place. Everything was absolutely legit but  local gay men flocked to the place as Gordon was this nice, friendly fellow and also openly gay himself. So the local cops were keeping a close eye to what was going on in the place, to the point of paying the gym unexpected visits under the pretence of checking that everything that went on at the place was strictly above board. One particular cop, Sergeant Muldoon, was such a frequent visitor to the gym that Gordon became suspicious. Could the Sergeant be a closeted gay man? One day, Sergeant Muldoon made the mistake (but was it a mistake, really?) to come to Gordon's gym after his colleagues had already been there and been very annoying, and Gordon had been having a very harrowing day, having had to find an emergency plumber to fix a leak in the shower room's pipes. So Gordon was definitely in no mood to take any sh*t from the sergeant that day.

"And what's the reason you are here today, Sarge?" Gordon asked, always very polite and calm on the outside. "Your colleagues already showed up earlier."

"I know stuff is going on here that shouldn't take place in a public space," the Sergeant snapped. "And I'll prove it eventually!"

"Nothing's going on here apart from weightlifting, and you darn well know it. I think you got other reasons for showing up here so often."

"Why, that's preposterous! What reasons would I have?"

"I think you know the reasons, Sergeant," Gordon smiled. "You like to see those men muscling themselves up. You like looking at their strong, muscular bodies. Maybe imagining what you could do with them… or what they could do to you."

Sergeant Muldoon didn't say anything. His eyes seemed to be saying lots. You could almost read his thoughts from the emotions in his face - shock, anger, revolt, realisation, panic. And then shame.

"You are right, you know," he finally said. "Oh, this is so wrong. I shouldn't be having those thoughts."

"There's nothing wrong with those thoughts," Gordon said gently. "What's wrong with wanting to hold another man in your arms? Or to be held in a man's strong arms?"

The Sergeant looked down. He cleared his throat:

"It's not that. Oh, really, I feel foolish. What I want…"

"Yes?"

"Is to be given a spanking. Like a bad little boy."

"Well," Gordon said after a moment's hesitation. " I can do that. You've certainly been a very bad little boy and I'd say you deserve it."

And that's how it had begun.

Now it was five years later and Gordon and the Sergeant - whose first name was Jim - met on a regular basis. Over time, they had become quite friendly. Gordon had to admit that Jim's request had awakened something in him - he quite enjoyed reddening the strong man's buttocks. Maybe Jim had sensed that side of him that Gordon, that gentle giant, had always repressed.