My favorite porn author is a gentleman who writes under the name Aaron Travis. I think he’s been around forever, probably even retired by now, but you can still purchase most of his individual books or the complete “Aaron Travis Library” at AMAZON (of all places!) Anyway, two of my favorite books of his are “Beirut” and “Kip,” and each contains an extremely enlarging and expanding depiction(s) of anal spanking. I don’t want to give too much away, but in one a youthful blond bellhop gets locked in a hotel room with an extremely Dominant, perverted and Sadistic Mafioso in town to perform some erasures. In a moving series of chapters the eponymous character is forced to hold an enema while he administers oral pleasure to the grotesquely mis-proportioned endowment of the villain, then later gets hog-tied and fucked back and forth across a bed for several hours. Lots and lots of exhilarating (and to some, possibly kinky) activities (including one where the Mafioso’s partner from the adjacent room stops by for some (literal) game playing). But the spanking itself is performed when the main villain of the book discovers a wire coat-hanger in a closet which he re-shapes into a device he can use to punish the butt and its hidden pink treasure. With his legs tied back and apart, the poor bellhop is forced to endure expertly aimed and enthusiastic volleys of strokes which naturally leave welts on his flawless bubble-butt cheeks, as well as welts and lacerations which criss-cross his moist and nubile puckered little bud. Very effective; all in good fun…
My other favorite Aaron Travis book, “Beirut," involves an AWOL Marine given sanctuary by a mature American seeking to ensure his safety. After a shower (during which the Marine’s clothing disappears) his very cosmopolitan, well-connected and “man of the world” host lays it on the line as to how it’s going to be if the Marine ever hopes to see his lovely girlfriend (his host has riffled through the boy’s wallet), escape the ravaged and dangerous city, elude the Marine patrols which are searching for him, and return ever again to America’s tall-corn and farmer-boys heartland. During this exchange the host tears off his belt and administers an expertly-aimed spanking to the boyish Marine which helps him decide what his options are. Later, the Marine is sold by the man to a male brothel (awesome action, realistic Marine Corps butt-banditry) where in a series of very detailed and descriptive scenes the Marine boy comes to realize what his true purpose in life is.
I should probably warn that conventionally happy endings are rare in an Aaron Travis story. In fact I can’t think of one, but then that could be because I’m distracted thinking of that poor, handsome, hunky, muscular, Marine lying naked face down with legs spread and a tuft of hair peeking from his crack, as a leather belt whistles through the air drawing veritable sparks from our hero’s anus as it makes direct contact. Ah, but I digress…
None of this has ever happened to me. Other types of anal trauma (nothing I’d recommend) and I don’t have a clue about why this type of lewd and vulgar smut arouses me? Possibly connected to something I endured as a youngster?
Joshua