First Use of My Lucky Find!

by Ted <Buckcub@yahoo.com>

I wrote before about finding that old, thin paddle with the back sheathed in lead to make it very heavy. Well, I used it for the first time yesterday, and it certainly elicited a VERY impressive response from the young gentleman over my knees!

I don't get to spank Fred very often, because he is stationed at a base on the opposite coast and I only see him when he gets leave to visit his family nearby. But I really enjoy the few opportunities each year to spank him -- he has the good, tight, defined body which is the result of daily required exercise, and his butt is truly a thing of beauty. Very round and full, the proverbial "bubble butt," hairless except for a few wisps deep down in between the cheeks, with baby-smooth skin over tight, firm muscle beneath.

Fred is also loudly vocal about his discomfort while I spank him, and I really enjoy his howls and pleas. And he is young enough (23) to still show some embarrassment at having a man take his trousers down to spank him, he gets a very amusing flush of pink in his face when I finish the pants-up portion of the spanking and stand him up to unfasten and lower his trousers.

This time I waited to use the new paddle until I had taken his trousers down. He wears military-issue boxers instead of briefs, a pity for him since they are actually less protection than briefs. They're made of a very thin white cotton like cheap bedsheets, and they are cut very snug so they mold tightly to his backside. What a surprise Fred got with the first smack of my new antique paddle! I had him jacknifed over my knees, and when I landed the paddle squarely across both asscheeks at once, his legs kicked up into the air and he let out a very sincere "OWWWW!!!" No need for any role-play faking with that slim but weighty toy! I could see the cheeks of his behind clenching and unclenching furiously beneath the thin cotton, and he wiggled his hips from side to side as if to shake off the fire I'd lighted in his butt.

After a couple of dozen on his boxers, I told him to lift his hips and I began to slide his boxers down to bare Fred's delightful ass. He was gasping, a little out of breath from the howls he'd let out every time I smacked his bottom with the paddle, and to my surprise he began pleading with me not to use the new paddle on his bare butt. Fred *never* pleads anything specific like that --he yells a lot, cries of "Please stop!" and "No more please!" and occasionally breaks down sobbing, but this is the first time I ever heard him actually plead for me not to use a particular instrument. Which, to me anyway, just proved how extremely effective it is! Naturally I paid no attention. Fred's now-bare bottom was a fine, hot rosy color, and I proceeded to paddle it a good, deep burning red. The weighted paddle makes a very distinctive sound when smacked across bare ass-flesh -- a very crisp, sharp "Crack!" which sounds more like leather than wood. My vigorous paddling also caused Fred to make some "very distinctive sounds!" There was a great deal of entirely-satisfactory flailing and kicking and howling, and finally the breakdown into noisy tears. I wasn't too surprised, since it was obvious that his bare ass must have felt as if it was in flames.

Interestingly, his bottom had very little blistering -- I'd expected that would be the drawback of using a paddle so thin but heavy, but there were only a few small whitish blisters on the blazing-red skin. Once he got his face wiped off and calmed down a little, Fred said it was the worst spanking he'd ever got. I almost had to laugh at the way he kept madly rubbing his burning bottom, yet obviously the rubbing was not cooling off the fire as he hoped!

Afterward, I gave him one of my favorite "treats" for a just-spanked boy. With only the tip of my little finger greased with Vaseline, I slowly massaged the super-sensitive spot on the underside of his dick just beneath the head, moving my finger in tiny circles and never touching anything except that one small spot. As expected Fred was soon gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, gasping, very red in the face as he tried to "force" himself over the edge, but I kept a close eye on him and stopped the deliciously-torturous massage each time he got really close to cumming. After a few interruptions, Fred's dick was nearly as red and swollen-looking as his paddled bottom, from the intense stimulation without the desperately-needed relief of cumming. Of course I took pity, eventually. And my, how he did shout and groan and shudder as he finally squirted like a water-cannon, spraying cum all over himself, even up to his chin!

A very satisfactory experience. I was thrilled with the effect of the antique paddle, although I suspect Fred was less-thrilled the first time he tried to sit down today.

I have only turned up a little information about the "Philadelphia Boy's Academy" name which is stamped in abbreviation on the paddle. It was an "industrial academy" for boys -- sort of an early version of a vocational technical school, where boys from poor families were taught a trade or skill. I can't find out what year it opened, but it closed in 1932, probably a victim of the Great Depression, since such schools depended on charity funding. I hope the old paddle's maker is happy to know it has once more lighted a lasting sizzle in the bare tail of a "boy" who needed an educational experience!